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1800-omi · 3 years ago

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when you overhear him say he’s dating you only to make his brother jealous.

characters: miya twins

warnings: female reader, swear words

notes: i didn’t proofread besties sorry if there’s any errors 😔👊🏼

Osamu was walking down the school hallways beside his best friend, Sunarin when the conversation came up. They had been talking about school, then from school, they started talking about classmates then from that the subject changed to partners and dating. When Rintarou found out about his friend, he was obviously happy for him, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why his friend suddenly got into a relationship when he hasn’t shown any interest in dating someone for months. So, he decided to ask.

“So,” he put both his hands behind his head, his elbows pointing up, “Why’d ya do it?”

“Huh?” Osamu looked up at him, “do what?”

“You started dating YN so suddenly. It just seems so out of character for you to do.” He replied, “Or maybe my question should be, how you started dating her? Pretty much every boy in school has had his eyes on her at one point.”

Osamu chuckled at the question. “Well, I’ve got my ways when it comes to flirting and all that. As for why I did it,” a smirk grew on his lips as he thought about it. “Alright, listen, I’m only tellin’ you this ‘cause you’re my best friend, okay?” Rintarou nodded, unsure of what to expect next. “I started dating her because I wanted to make Atsumu jealous. He brags to me about girls he meets all the time, about how much his fangirls love him. The best way I could get back to him is if I started dating the girl every guy around here wanted.”

Suna looked at his friend wide-eyed before letting out a laugh, “oh my God, you’re evil!”

The conversation had kept your boyfriend’s attention away from the fact that while he was talking, he was passing your class. Having just gotten back from your lunch break, you did not expect to be overhearing this conversation. You felt crushed, used. You were ready to open up to him, good thing that you never did. As Osamu and his friend disappeared into the school’s halls, you put your hand over the necklace your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend had given you and made a decision. You would not be suffering over an asshole, not this time, not again.

That afternoon, after all the classes were over, Osamu waited for you at the school gates so you two could walk home together. You met him at the school gates, just like you always do. You two went on about your usual conversations as you walked home, homework, exams, family, anything normal couples talk about. You two soon enough arrived at his house, you walked him to his doorstep and instead of giving him the usual kiss on the lips, you decided to speak up.

“Atsumu’s kind of annoying, isn’t he?” you smiled at your boyfriend, he let out a ‘huh’ in confusion before you proceeded. “He’s always bragging about how girls want him, doesn't it make you want to get back to him in some way?”

With that, a frown appeared on Osamu’s face. Realizing that there was no way he could get out of this situation and still get to call you his, he gave up. “Who told you?” a part of him thought Suna had informed you, then again, he was the only one who knew besides Osamu.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Osamu? Honestly, I’m curious. Just how long did you think you could use me for?”

Hearing your monotone voice made him remember just how much you had done for him during the time he was dating you. Hearing your tone made him realise how much he’d lost, made him realise why everyone wanted to be with you in the first place. Most of all, it made him remember why when he first saw you, for a moment, he fell for you too. “Listen, YN, maybe I can make it up–”

“Oh, fuck off! You won’t make up shit.” you grabbed the necklace he had gifted you and ripped it off your neck, throwing it on the grass of the Miya family’s front yard. “You’ll have to find someone else to play your games with because we’re done, Miya. Please don’t talk to me again.” You turned around, feeling as if the heaviest weight has been lift off your chest. You finally feel at ease as you walk out of Miya’s property and make your way home. That day you left Osamu at his doorstep, you left him feeling broken and full of regret. One might say you left him the way you first met him.

Atsumu had told you he would be going out with his teammate Ginjima that day, what you hadn’t had time to tell him is that you would be going out to the town too.

He walked around the town’s shopping centre with a bubble tea cup in his hand, looking around the various stores. “Did ya know YN actually loves this place?” By the tone of Atsumu voice, it was clear to Gin that Atsumu was about to start another one of his annoying rants. “She always likes coming here with me. She says she likes the atmosphere. It’s classic girl stuff, I guess. Shopping and all that.”

“I don’t blame her, to be honest. There’s some really cool stuff ‘round here.” Ginjima replied, hoping that he would end Atsumu rant like that.

“I guess. She’s kinda annoying sometimes, always dragging me around to do stuff with her. I mean, I didn’t even start dating her because of me, y’know?”

Ginjima looked at Atsumu, what the fuck was he talking about? “No, I don’t know, Atsumu.”

“Oh, well, I actually started dating her because Osamu has a crush on her.” He admitted it so shamelessly as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say, as if he did it every day. Gin didn’t know what to focus on, the fact Atsumu’s playing with this girl or the fact he’s hurting his twin brother’s feelings with it.

“Atsumu, you fucking–”

Ginjima was interrupted by your voice, you had greeted Atsumu and him as you grabbed Atsumu’s arm, smiling up at him. He wasn’t sure where you came from, whereas Atsumu, on the other hand, could recall you had been behind them and they hadn’t noticed until you talked to them.

Atsumu wasn’t sure whether you had heard what he said about you. His heart was beating a little quicker as he opened his mouth to reply. “H-Hey Yn! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Yeah, sorry about that! I forgot to tell you, babe.” You kept on smiling, putting Atsumu at ease. He let out a sigh out of relief, convinced you hadn’t heard them. “What were you two talking about?” You continued.

Before Atsumu could say anything, Ginjima answered for him, “Osamu has a crush apparently. Atsumu decided to tell me his secret like the horrible brother he is.” Gin wasn’t entirely sure why he decided to lie to you, but he wasn’t going to pass on an opportunity to blackmail Atsumu, was he?

“Don’t say than Gin! ‘Tsumu is a great brother and boyfriend!” you exclaimed, making Atsumu even more convinced that you hadn't heard him.

And with that, the went on continued normally. The three of you wandered around the shopping centre before eventually deciding to split up, leaving you and Atsumu to walk home together. He had invited you over to his house, saying he's home alone this weekend. As you entered the house and sat on the couch there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. After your boyfriend sat next to you, you finally spoke up about what had been bothering you ever since you saw him at that mall.

“You know that you’re an asshole, right, Atsumu?” he turned his gaze at you, surprised. “Do you have any idea–”

Feeling the need to make up an excuse, Atsumu interrupted you. “Listen, babe–”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” you slightly started raising your voice, “You know, I’m glad that you got to go around and tell all your friends about how much of a player you are! While I was busy being called a slut and a whore for dating you!”

“What? Who the fuck was calling you a whore?”

“Your fucking fangirls, Atsumu,” you said his name with such disgust in your voice, and he noticed. “And you would've fucking known if you ever cared enough to listen. I guess I don't blame you for never listening, then again, I was just a little game so that your brother would get jealous.”

“YN, hear me out here, ”

“No, Atsumu, there is nothing for me to hear. We’re done, we’re over.” You weren't sure whether there was anything else to say to him, you didn't want to argue with him either.

“Fuck you, Atsumu Miya,” you said as you got up and stormed out the door.

At that moment, Atsumu had just shaken his head and continued about his day normally. He knew you would found out eventually, so he has promised himself he wouldn't become attached to you. What he didn't know is that he has broken that promise the second you had first kissed his lips, every time he saw you walking down the hallways at school he felt his heart slightly ache, as if it was becoming smaller. When he saw you blushing as his twin brother confessed to you under the big cherry blossom tree at the school’s backyard, he felt the same feeling. Now when he sees you holding his brother's hand, he still feels the same, hurt, aching, and as if his regret is ready to drown him.

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spinaroos-47 · 3 years ago

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Hunter Noceda AU: Venance

(can't digitalize these rn so you'll get the sketches for now)

So yeah, Golden Guard version two!

When Belos does find out about Hunter in YBOS, Hunter gets the bomb dropped about them being related (idk how yet). but Hunter obviously doesn’t believe in it. Until Hunting Palismen comes around and they find this small thingy, Venance.

(thank you @bernardo-draws-and-cries for the name. Its based on the name Venâncio, which means “the one who hunts”)

He is another grimwalker made by Belos, he’s 12 (yeah.) and way more stressed (Belos has gotten more iron fisted after losing Hunter). Someone save this poor child

- He’s just starting out as the Golden Guard (and he’s not a coven head. Kikimora is. And she still wants him dead too), he’s still getting the hang of it. He does act tough and serious, way more serious than canon GG/Hunter, no space for goofyness.

- So yeah, a duo Hunting Palismen thing would be fun. Haven’t sorted out everything here but I do think Hunter would also go with Luz because of no palisman reasons. And he hasn’t met Ven yet, he only heard Lilith talking about him and Luz and Eda dealing with him on Separate Tides (he was busy drowning in guilt and trying to help with the money situation in other ways), so when he meets Ven and when he sees his face and how similar they are (and how many scars that kid already has), he’s reasonably confused/upset, like “Oh, that creepy man wasn’t lying. This doesn’t make anything on this situation better”

- After the initial surprise/confusion, Luz and Hunter jokingly call him Ghaterer until they learn his name, then they start calling him Ven. At first Ven hates this nickname but ends up reluctantly accepting it.

- Even before Eclipse Lake he’s so scared about being replaced, and knowing about Hunter’s existence in the Boiling Isles makes it worse, now he’s super sure he isn’t as valuable to Belos anymore. So he hates Hunter

- Hunter: come here youre part of the found family now

Ven: NO

Hunter: too late *picks him up*

Hunter: If Luz taught me something is that if you didn’t want to get assimilated into my found family, you should have killed me when you had the chance

Yeah that’s their dynamic when Hunter learns a bit more about him

- Venance doesn’t have much respect as the Golden Guard yet. He’s small (like, maybe even less than 1,50m/4′11″), young, has just been starting out on this role, like, in the last few months, could easily be picked up like a kitty, so he has to fight quite a bit to be taken seriously. Which results on him being way more grumpy and short tempered

- So he doesn’t take it very well when hes made fun of by the scouts in Latissa. Not at all

- Hunter, who was joking around until then:…are you okay?

Ven: I AM! *barely holding the tears back*

Hunter:

Hunter: that’s it youre part of the family now

Ven: you can’t do that

Hunter: we’re two and you’re one, we have your staff and youre very light.

(he still would put up a fight, and it would take a while for it to end. And he bites hard, he has very sharp fangs)

- Scouts: Go home with your sibiling

Hunter: *oh. Oh yeah i forgot we have the same freaking face*

- They don’t know yet about the grimwalker thing. Well, maybe Ven discovers later but at the moment where Hunting Palismen happens, neither of them know anything besides them being related, Ven got told he is his brother, and that Hunter was taken away from the coven before he was born

- Rascal seeing Hunter: hey you’re cool, i kinda want to be your palisman

Rascal seeing Ven: oh heck this kid needs help

- I’m not sure if Hunter gets Lil Rascal. Because on one side, would be fun for him to have Lil Rascal and train doing magic like this, but also could be good for Ven to have some small support back at home, like how they are to Hunter in canon. So this hasn’t been decided yet. Hunter could either get Lil Rascal and Ven doesn’t get a palisman/gets a blue jay palisman, or Ven gets Lil Rascal and Hunter comes back also empty handed

- So I’m going with the no palisman for Hunter route for now.

- It’s a bitter moment for both him and Luz. He tries to convince her that it’s okay, that they’ll get theirs soon, but she still kinda feels like a failure about this. And he himself thinks it’s because they don’t have a magic bile sac, so it’s not a good time for them. Eda and King lift their spirits a bit about this, though.

- Either by peeking around or just flat out being told, Ven does learn about him (and Hunter) being grimwalkers. What does he do with that? He has a crisis about it, which raises even more the stakes for him in Eclipse Lake. He still wouldn’t know his purpose for the Day of Unity, but he would know that he was created for it and could lose his position if he didn’t prove himself worthy of it.

- He would explode at Hunter one day and end up telling the truth about them being Grimwalkers (after Eclipse Lake)

- Ven: Do you want to know what you really are?! You’re a clone! You’re just someone’s clone just like me! A replacement!

Hunter, trying to not freak out but freaking out anyways: ...are you okay?

Ven; WHAT DO YOU THINK?

- If Belos is searching for Hunter, on the grounds of him being a more mature grimwalker than Venance, Ven could end up resorting to sabotaging the searches, he doesn’t want to be replaced.

- And he’s making Ven convinced that he will be replaced, to pit both boys against eachother. He gets Ven more under his thumb and not risking Hunter making Ven change his mind. Which doesn’t work as he intented, Ven does get scared about it but Hunter ends up pretty quickly going “dude why do you think I want to replace you?” and Ven is quickly thrown into a loop because he can’t understand why he wouldn’t want to do that

- Ven: what do you mean with “I don’t wanna be the Golden Guard”? If you’re like me you should DESIRE IT SINCE YOU WERE BORN

Hunter: lol no. I dealt with my need of approval a year ago on therapy.

Hunter: Also being a cop sucks.

- This boy is a tense child always a few bad moments away from a breakdown/meltdown. And has anger problems. A lot of anger in a very tiny body

- There’s some more interactions between Ven and the Noceda duo, and he would rather die than admit that he’s got slightly attached to them

- Eda: Luz told me that Golden Guard is a uwu smol boi that needs to be protected, hell knows what this means

Hunter, who definetly came there too because FUCKING COOL ASS CAVE AND LAKE: i hate/love her

Ven: If i ever see that human again-

Amity AND Hunter: watch your fucking mouth

(definetly not how it would play out but very funny sdkdshdfsj)

- In terms of strength he couldn’t defeat Amity in a fight for the key, he would lean more on the blackmailing. He is a 12 year old but he’s still on a position of power on the emperor’s coven and he knows where the key is, it would put the owlfam on Belos�� line of sight again (if they even ever went away from it)

- That or he passes out, gets dragged out of there by them (he’s a lil shit but they’re not going to leave him there alone where Kikimora could kill him) and he falls asleep for 12 hours in the couch on the owl house. Which ends up giving him a day where he can be just a kid. He’s very weirded out by everything but he enjoys it a little bit at least. He would still try to get the key and would be torn apart by the guilt of thinking of doing this and the guilt of not doing this

- It wouldn’t take much to make him want to stay in the owl house. He’s starved for positive attention. It wouldn’t be easy but also it’s not as hard as for how Hunter is right now in canon

- I don’t think this could happen but I keep thinking about one day him and Hunter switching places so he can be just a kid for one day. Would be cool to see him sneaking into Hexside (or being dragged there, which is more likely to happen) and interacting with Willow and Gus

And that’s some of what we have for Ven right now! He’s a fun character to figure out :3

This took SO MUCH TIME to write

#toh #the owl house #long post #golden guard #hunter noceda au #au #toh au #toh oc #i guess?#alec talks #my art #venance

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Biggest Fan 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warning: coercion, blackmail, porn, nonconsent sex, cheating, toyplay

🎀🎀🎀

The week that followed was torture. Andy was insatiable. He found reasons to have you in his office; soon enough on your knees beneath the desk. Just a little workday relief, he said. Or when the clock tolled, he’d have you in his car. That was even more uncomfortable as you feared onlookers through the windows. He hadn’t again taken you back to his house.

And after that first week, he seemed distracted. Worse, he was angry. He dropped files on your desk without a word only to text you moments later. ‘Not today’. That was it. No explanations. As much as you were thankful for his retreat, it set you on edge. He was still your boss; your degree, your future career, your life, were all in his hands.

You sat at your desk, the font across the screen blared into your retinas. You leaned back to rub your eyes and as your vision cleared, you glanced over at Andy’s open door. He had his phone in hand, that sinister smirk on his lips. You knew that look. It had been almost two weeks since that very expression had drowned in icy dread.

He looked up from his phone and his gaze met yours. His chest puffed out and he stared back at you. He waved you in with his other hand. You pointed to the case files stacked beside your computer. He shrugged and his smirk disappeared. He pointed at his desk. That was an order.

You got up and grabbed a random file from the stack. An alibi. You held it in front of your chest as you neared his door. You knocked on the frame and he gave his usual, absent, “come in.” He was convincing. You supposed lawyers needed to be great actors. He nodded to the door and you closed it as you entered.

“We need to talk.” He looked at the empty chair across from him. You sat and rested the file on your lap, picking anxiously at the edges. “I’m sorry, baby girl, I know I haven’t had much time.” He began as he leaned on the arm of his chair. “I was just missing you like hell.”

He turned his screen to you and displayed one of your photos. This one was in your bathtub, bubbles barely hiding your nudity. He bit his lip before he blackened the screen and tossed his phone on his desk.

“I understand. Maybe it’s better we don’t--”

“You keep on with that. I thought you were a good girl. A good worker.” He leaned forward and sniffed. “The last thing you want on your performance report is the word ‘combative’. That only works in the courtroom, not in the office.”

“Andy.”

“Mr. Barber.” He purred with a wink. “Remember your first day? I think I prefer ‘sir’ now, baby girl.”

“Mr. Barber, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to relax,” He steepled his hands together over the desk, his fingertips dragged through the short hairs along his chin. “I have good news.”

“Oh?” You blinked and crossed your ankles.

“My wife just left with Jacob. Took him out of town to see her parents. She understands I’m too busy here to take the time off.” He explained. “She’ll be gone all week.”

You were silent. You didn’t need to ask why he was telling you.

“It’ll be good. For us.” He smiled. “She’s been down my neck for the last two weeks. I haven’t been able to get away from her.”

“You think she knows?” You asked softly. “If she did, she could--”

“If she knew, she would say so,” He said. “That’s just who she is and your desk would already be empty.”

You nodded and lowered your chin. You chewed your lip.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He asked as he leaned over his desk.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially your family.” You said.

“You keep this quiet, you keep me happy, and you don’t have to worry about all that.” He coaxed.

You mulled his words. What about your happiness? He really didn’t seem to care about that. You stood and waved the folder at him.

“I’m running behind. I should get back to it.” You said.

“Sure,” He sat back and pushed his legs apart. “Do me a favour before you do.”

You stared at him. He tilted his head.

“You’ve earned a break. Go take a little photo for me.” He winked. “It will get me through the rest of the day.”

“And-- Mr. Barber, I can’t.” You glanced at the door. “I have to get this done.”

“No, you have to listen to me. I’m your boss.” He snarled. “Now, you go on.” He rolled closer to his desk and picked up his phone. “Oh, and uh, wait for me after work. I’ll pick you up in our usual spot.”

“Sir.” You said grimly as you grabbed the door handle.

Was all this worth it? It wasn’t too late to just start over, but you had done so much work already. You were so close. Well, you had known this profession was cutthroat. Swallow your lumps and one day you’d be in the big office making the rules.

🎀

The drive was silent. You could feel Andy looking at you in the rear view at every corner. His hand drifted to your thigh when it wasn’t on the stick. You sat stiffly, staring ahead. You wanted to sink into the seat entirely; become a part of it.

As you entered his house, you felt sick. You looked around at the photos of his family, of the remnants of their departure. A book on the arm of the couch, a game controller on the coffee table. You were intruding.

“Upstairs,” Andy set his briefcase down and took your bag from your shoulder. “I have a surprise.”

“I don’t like being here.” You said.

“You didn’t seem to hate it last time.” His hand went to the small of your back and he nudged you towards the stairs. “What’s the matter? You like the kitchen? We can come back to it.”

You shook your head but stayed silent. You climbed the stairs as he lingered behind you and his hand spread over your ass. He didn’t draw away until you reached the top.

“At the end,” He directed.

You continued on and entered the bedroom at the end of the hall. It smelled like gardenia and him. It was their room. You hesitated and stayed far from the bed. You turned and saw yourself in the round mirror hung on the wall. You had to look away.

You spun around and watched Andy go to the bed. He got down on a knee and reached beneath. He pulled something hidden up in the frame and revealed the long box. It was wrapped in lilac paper. He stood and neared you. He held it out to you.

“I’ve been waiting to give you this,” He said.

You frowned as you searched his face, then your eyes fell to the box. You took it with a numb ‘thanks’, spoken on sheer instinct. He backed away and pulled off his jacket. He slung it over the chair by the window and turned back to you as he tugged on his tie.

“Well, open it! It’s part of the fun.” He untangled his tie and dropped it over his jacket.

You sighed and ran your thumb along a fold of paper. You tore open the wrap and revealed the black box with a plastic window. Inside that, a glittery pink dildo was displayed. You crumpled the paper in your hand as you stared at the toy. Aside from being tacky, it was huge.

“You like it?” He asked as he came closer.

You looked up at him. His brows drew together and you nodded. His lips slanted and he took the box from you.

“How about I get this all ready for you…” He peeled back the seal. “And you get ready for me.” He nodded to your attire. “Get nice and comfy on the bed.”

You nodded again. It was all you could do to keep from running away. He left you and disappeared into the attached bathroom. You listened to a draw glide open and you stepped out of your heels. You shed your blazer and then your striped blouse. You wiggled out of your skirt and Andy reappeared, loading batteries into the toy.

“Panties?” He mused. “When did you start wearing those?”

You ignored him and unclasped your bra. The sooner this was done with, the sooner you could be gone and flagellate your soul with self-loathing.

You tossed away your bra then your panties as Andy watched. You could hear his eager breaths as he beckoned you towards the bed. You sat on the end as he held the toy up.

“I’m sure you can figure it out.” He purred as he shoved it closer. “I just wanna watch, baby girl.”

You took it and looked around. “Do we have to do it in here?”

“Trust me, it’s the most action this room will see for a while.” He brought his hands up to frame your face. “So lay back and relax.” His hands fell to your shoulders and he kneaded them. “You’re so tense. You need it.”

You fell away from him and bounced on your back. You pushed your legs apart as they hung over the edge of the mattress. You reluctantly grazed the tip of the toy along your pelvis. Andy stepped back and let out a sultry hum. You clicked the dildo on and closed your eyes.

You pushed the toy down against your cunt. You wiggled it just a little and found your clit. The soft buzz quickly sent a wave of electricity through you. Your feet arched and you hissed through your teeth. You rubbed the toy back and forth, working yourself up as you tried to forget the man looming around you.

“You think you can fit it all, baby girl?” He asked. “Hmm? You’re so tight.”

You moaned but couldn’t answer. You didn’t want to.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” His voice was low and gritty as he ran his hand up your leg.

You bit your lip and angled the dildo along your folds. Your pussy clenched as you reached your entrance and you paused. He grabbed your hand around the base of the you and he guided the tip inside you. You gasped and he pushed deeper. Your thighs tensed as he released you and grasped your thigh to keep your legs apart.

“Keep going,” He order.

You whined as you drew the toy back and then pushed it back in, even further. His fingers tickled your leg and he lifted your foot up onto the bed to bend your leg completely. Then he raised the other and withdrew.

You whimpered as the dildo sank deeper and your eyes fluttered open. You gulped and his figure moved around the bed.

“That’s it, baby girl.” As he came closer, you saw the phone in his hand, pointed at your body. “Just like that. Look how fucking wet your are.”

“Are you rec--”

He shushed you and put his hand over yours once more. He shoved the toy to its limit and you cried out. He guided it in and out of you, fast and hard. Your voice grew louder and louder as he battered your walls with the silicone.

“Ow, please.”

“Don’t stop.” He growled as he slipped his hand away and pressed his thumb to your clit.

He swirled around your bud and flicked up and down as your hand worked around his. You trembled as your core pulsed and the pressure grew suffocating. His low purrs mingled with your helpless moans and you arched your back as you struggled to keep the toy moving.

You came and felt the gush around the dildo. You writhed and let out a guttural noise as you were awash with pleasure. You panted as he slowly pulled away and you pressed your legs together as you turned onto your side, crushing your hand between your thighs. The toy slowly slipped out of you as you laid, senseless and weak, at the end of the bed.

Andy’s large hand spread over your ass and continued down your thigh, making you quiver. He gripped your hip and pushed until you turned entirely onto your stomach.

“This part is just for me.” He said as he got down behind you and tossed his phone up on the pillow. “You’re mine. All mine.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #drabbles #drabble #series #sequel #biggest fan #defending jacob

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fanfics4all · 4 years ago

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I Hate U, I Love U

Request: Yes / No Draco malfoy x fem reader inspired by I hate, u I love u by Gnash Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Male!Reader

Word count: 2110

Warnings: Breakup, Sadness, Blackmail

Y/N: Your Name

Song: I hate u, I love u by Gnash ft. Olivia O'Brien

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Draco and I broke up a few months ago. He broke up with me for what seemed like no reason, but a few days later he started dating Pansy of all people! She was obsessed with him and I suppose he realized he wanted her. I couldn’t help but feel like he used me. I tried to move on, but I always ended up wishing he was Draco. I missed his sweet soft lifts on mine and I wanted that so badly again. Even after months I still feel that pain in my chest every time I see him, especially when he was with her. I needed him in my life, but now he was gone…

Feeling used, but I'm

Still missing you and I can't

See the end of this

Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips

And now all this time is passing by

But I still can't seem to tell you why

It hurts me every time I see you

Realize how much I need you

I hated him for what he did to me. I loved him for everything he used to do to me. I hated him for being with her. I loved him for giving me part of his heart. I don’t want to at all, but I can’t help having him as my number one. No one could ever be better than him, even still. I hated him for having his lips on hers. I loved him for the way he used to do that to me. I hate myself for still wanting him. I hate that he wants her, needs her. I hate that I’ll never be her…

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

Draco’s POV

Y/N was still always on my mind. Whenever I found myself awake at odd hours of the night Y/N was there in my mind. In the mornings when I was having a cuppa and I saw her smiling with her friends, I couldn’t help but let her take over my thoughts. On the days that I just couldn’t bring myself to eat because of stress, she invaded my thoughts once again. A few times I thought about how our families had gone on vacation together and Y/N and I would sneak off with a bottle of fire whisky at night. We never could totally remember what the nights consisted of, but sand was always in my sweaters and she had sand in her hair. I wonder if she missed me like I missed her. I was warned I shouldn’t get attached to my best friend like that. That if things went bad we’d lose each other. Now our hearts were broken and we weren’t even friends anymore…

I’ve been finding myself tired of everything lately. All the stress for school and my family finally catching up to me. However, I never found myself tired of Y/N. She had gone out with another guy a few days after we had broken up and I was hurt. I thought about how if I did that to her she’d be pissed. I tried to talk to her, to get her back because I was jealous of seeing other guys touch her like I would. She didn’t want to talk though, she would always make up an excuse and leave or just leave without a word. I thought about sending her an owl, I even wrote a letter out, but never sent it. It sat in my desk collecting dust.

Part of me knew she was still in love with me. I saw her stealing glances at me a few times. I’d smile at her when I saw, but she just quickly looked away. The whole school thought she was over me, seeing as she was dating other guys. But the fact that they never lasted more than a month and that she was always looking at me made me realize she was still in love with me. Her friends didn’t have a clue. No one did. But, if she really wanted me, wouldn’t she just tell me? If I was her I would and I would never let me go again. Perhaps it was because I was with Pansy, not of my own free will of course. She had found out I was failing one of my classes and threatened to tell my Father if I didn’t break things off with Y/N and be with her. I couldn’t risk her actually telling my Father, I’d be severely punished if he ever found out. So here I was with Pansy and not the love of my life…

I miss you when I can't sleep

Or right after coffee or right when I can't eat

I miss you in my front seat

Still got sand in my sweaters

From nights we don't remember

Do you miss me like I miss you?

Fucked around and got attached to you

Friends can break your heart, too

And I'm always tired, but never of you

If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit

I put this reel out, but you wouldn't bite that shit

I type a text, but then I never mind that shit

I got these feelings, but you never mind that shit

Oh oh, keep it on the low

You're still in love with me, but your friends don't know

If you wanted me, you would just say so

And if I were you, I would never let me go

Y/N’s POV

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

Draco’s POV

I wish she would just talk to me! I didn’t want to hurt her, I just desperately wanted her back in my arms. I wish I could tell her that Pansy was blackmailing me to date her, but I couldn’t. Pansy was already talking about the possibility of marriage and it was honestly scary. I knew I would never marry her no matter what. My Father’s wrath would be less terrifying than that. I found myself thinking about the possibility of marrying Y/N one day. But then I would see her with her latest boy toy and get pissed. She lied to me. She said I was the only one for her and yet here she is with another guy every month! Seeing this so often led me to drink more and I found myself angry, sad, and in love. I shouldn’t miss her, because it’s clear by her actions that she doesn’t miss me. Maybe I should just let her be. Be distance to her like she is to me. I should stop reminiscing about our past, but I couldn’t help myself. Mother always told me it’s good to have feelings, that I shouldn’t keep them all bottled up. Is our love really gone? Has the trust run out? I suppose I’m moving on in a way, but it doesn’t feel right. I feel more alone than I ever have…

I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm

Wedding bells were just alarms

Caution tape around my heart

You ever wonder what we could have been?

You said you wouldn't and you fucking did

Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix

Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed

Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing

Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance

I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing

But I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings

When love and trust are gone

I guess this is moving on

Everyone I do right does me wrong

So every lonely night, I sing this song

I hated her for being with different guys. I loved her for how she always knew just what to say to people. I hated that she was moving on. I loved her for that kind heart she always has. I tried loving Pansy the way I loved Y/N but she’s not Y/N and she will never be Y/N. I hated her for letting them touch her the way I was meant to. I loved her for that perfect smile she has. I hated that I wanted her so badly, but she won’t even talk to me anymore. I hated that I was forced to be with Pansy now and that she’ll never be Y/N.

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

Y/N’s POV

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

I would sometimes sit alone in the common room reading a book, then they would come in and I saw him watching her. He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world and my head broke. Did he ever care about me? Was I just to make her jealous? Was he lying to me this whole time? All alone, watching him watch her. She’s his world now. She’s the only thing he ever sees now. Did he even notice that my heart is breaking more and more? Did he even notice that he’s killing me with those looks?

All alone, I watch you watch her

Like she's the only girl you've ever seen

You don't care, you never did

You don't give a damn about me

Yeah, all alone, I watch you watch her

She is the only thing you've ever seen

How is it you never notice

That you are slowly killing me?

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

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sarasa-cat · 4 years ago

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Handcanon meme: Zevran, 8. Cassandra, 3. Varric, 10.

8. Critical Metatextual read on Zevran’s flirtatiousness: Zev is, obviously, critically aware of the dominant human society’s prejudices regarding elven beauty, fetishizing elven body types, and looking at elves as sex objects. His risqué flirts are purposeful jabs that toy with the social hierarchy.

3. Analytical headcanon rendering Cassandra’s story more coherently: This is a subtle little pet peeve of mine.

So, we know that Cassandra was originally looking for the Warden or Hawke as a potential leader for the nascent organization she was forming -- an organization that later became the Inquisition. The Warden, if still alive, makes sense as a someone Cassandra would want to recruit for a leadership role, especially given that Leliana had direct experience under the Warden’s command. In this sense, one can easily imagine the Divine’s left and right hands having a discussion of who to recruit, making a list, narrowing it down to the top candidates, and rank ordering it, and the Warden is an obvious pick: knows how to build a massive army, knows how to command people on the battlefield, knows how to engage in epic diplomacy, etc etc etc. But Hawke? HAWKE? Why Hawke? That’s a huge risk given the kinds of Hawkes we can play... (especially a purple disaster Hawke who leaves a trail of wreckage behind them.)

So Hawke is not an obvious choice, especially given all of the other people in the world at that time who are probably better suited.

But, Cassandra is the right hand and she’s a bit of a blunt weapon. She is probably getting her top candidates from Leliana who has a huge network of spies. But why would Leliana recommend Hawke? Leliana certain has spies in Kirkwall. And Leliana certainly knows Bodahn Feddic. Did she quietly convince him to become an informant immediately after DAO? Sure, Bodahn ended up with Hawke because he saw a good business opportunity and then he becomes grateful to the point of saying (and perhaps truly feeling) that he was indebted to Hawke because Hawke found Sandal after Sandal went missing in the Deeproads. But what if Bodahn also saw Hawke as a different kind of business investment -- one worthy of information (because Hawke stumbles over a lot of information) that can be passed on to Leliana for $$$? This gives Leliana far more info about Hawke and Hawke’s connections with the world -- and that’s curious enough to warrant Leliana meeting with Hawke in Act 3 (assuming one has Sebastian’s DLC). A couple years later, Leliana suggests Hawke purely because of the absolutely massive dossier of information she on Hawke and the people whom Hawke has negotiated with.

Cassandra thinks, “Well, this person may be capable of diplomacy if given enough guidance.”

Leliana counters, “If not, we can blackmail Hawke.”

10. Pernicious/fucked up headcanon about Varric: ...this is a tough one because unlike other characters for whom it is far to easy for me to conjure up extremely pernicious takes, Varric is... in a sense, his entire story is metatextual, particularly in DA2. He portrays himself as he wants to be portrayed rather than as who he is. What if Varric wanted to be the great literary writer but, instead, he ended up a reasonably successful hack with pulp fiction best sellers. Behind all of the chest hair, the facade, the unrealistic portrayal, etc etc., he is deeply depressed, lives in a cheep rooming house attached to an equally cheep bar, drinks far too much while writing and writes only to amuse himself. Etc.

The other thing is that Varric feels extremely responsible for making Hawke into The Champion. Varric selected Hawke, introduced Hawke to all of Kirkwall’s who’s who, and caused a bright hot spotlight to shine on Hawke. Initially Varric did this for financial gain but, well, we all know how the end of Act 1 goes and what they found in the Deeproads. Varric feels EXTREMELY responsible for the fate of the Hawke family, the fate of Kirkwall, and the fate of the world during Inquisition. All of this rots inside him. It might not be obvious to people due to how he hides it, but when he’s alone at night this weight is a psychological gateway into his own personal hell.

#da headcanon

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mittensmorgul · 4 years ago

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Hi Mittens, I’m the anon who asked about Christo. I’m sorry to cause any confusion. One example is how they treated Abbadon. Dean specifically outlines how they are going to make sure she’s dead by dismemberment and burying the pieces in concrete. They even repeat that scene in the episode previouslies where Abbadon comes back. So why didn’t they dispose of her like they proclaimed? Then they both leave the room to take the phone call and she escapes. 1 of 2.

2/2 It reminded me of them leaving the Styne brother alone in the dungeon and he escaped. Shouldn’t they know to lock the bad guys down more securely? Your anon who mentioned President Rooney reminded me of that strange situation with the golden egg. Why were they hanging around in the hotel room just to get caught by the feds? Shouldn’t they have freed him and ran? I feel they should be shown to be smarter. So is the writing face value for their characters or is the writing inconsistent?

Hi there! and thank you for writing back! It’s not a problem at all! I love answering questions if I can, and you’re lucky I have some answers to this one that you will hopefully find satisfying. :)

(note that I would put this under a cut, but tumblr has been breaking them lately, so I’m not gonna risk that... apologies for the very long post)

Let’s start with Abaddon, since that one is incredibly easy. They 100% did do exactly what they said they were gonna do to her. They very much did hack her up and bury her under concrete in/after 8.12. They thought they could use her as the demon for the cure in 8.22, though. They’d been trying to capture a demon, but Crowley had ordered all his demons to stay away from them. Here, from the transcript of 8.22

DEAN: Could we take this hoodoo on a test drive?

SAM: Um, I mean, I have the exorcism right here. All we need is the blood, consecrated ground, and a demon. So, what? We summon a demon, trap it –

DEAN: Or – or we use one that we've already tagged. Do we still have dad's old army field surgeon's kit?

SAM: It's in the trunk. Why?

DEAN: Yeah, I think it's time we put humpty dumpty back together again.

They dug her up and stitched her back together (sans hands), and were intending to use her to perform the Third Trial. Hence the stitches holding her head on:

Agreed they were kinda dense leaving her alone, even without her hands attached, when their phone rang... Crowley was calling to blackmail them and it gave Abaddon time to escape. Which is why they ended up capturing and using Crowley for the Third Trial.

Then in 8.23, when she shows up to tell Crowley that she’ll be taking over Hell now, Sam douses her with holy oil and lights her up. We don’t know definitively what happened to her or her remains after that point because A LOT happened at the end of 8.23, and “making sure abaddon was really dead-dead” was not at the top of Dean’s priority list, you know? Which is the state from which she was resurrected in 9.02...

But in between, she absolutely did spend half a season chopped up under concrete. This is not “bad writing” or incoherent continuity.

They didn’t really have a way to definitively “kill” her, you know? the best they could do was to trap her and bury her, but their own desperation to get the doors of hell slammed shut (which, if you know me you know I think is the biggest act of hubris the Winchesters have ever attempted to carry out) they didn’t really stop to think “hey maybe this is the worst idea.”

I also don’t think they knew that Abaddon had the power to command her hands to do her bidding when they were literally in a box on a table across the room from her... I mean, I would’ve been OVERLY cautious about that sort of thing just because, but I’ll forgive them because they were distracted, stressed, and overwhelmed. Sam was experiencing massive Trial Sickness, Dean was worried about him AND Cas, and then if that wasn’t enough, Crowley called to tell them he was methodically gonna kill everyone they ever saved until they gave in to his demands.

They were kinda distracted... ?

Okay, moving on to the next one: Eldon Styne and the Half-Assed Handcuff. Let’s start by remembering a few details about this Dumbass Scene.

1. It was Bucklemming... something in me always wonders if the crew deliberately fucks around with stuff in their episodes, like the ridiculously ill-fitting handcuff. because

2. this was 10.21, aka the most infamous and egregious example of that one square on the bucklemming bingo card: characters being dumb for plot. Or something like that. I don’t remember the exact wording, but basically having characters at entirely stupid because they need them to do A Plot Thing and can’t think of a better way to accomplish that.

3. this was 10.21, in which the cast, crew, and a good number of the other writers were essentially working under protest, because pretty much EVERYONE other than Carver, Singer, and Bucklemming objected to Charlie’s death.

4. Knowing point 3, please refer back to point 1.

But also, The Styne Family was possibly the STUPIDEST thing the show has ever done, as a whole. The derailing of s10′s overarching plot because whoopsie they were renewed, and Carver wouldn’t be ending the series at the end of s10 like he’d been planning, and oh no they’d come WAY too close to the end of some of their major character arcs and that couldn’t be allowed if the show was continuing, but... double whoopsie Carver was already in development on a new series that he’d obligated himself to, so mad scramble to pull SOMETHING out of his squid-shaped hat and for whatever reason they settled on freaking cartoonish supervillains the Frankenstein Family who had to be both terrifying up front (to pose a serious enough risk to take seriously at all) and then fold like cheap suits when confronted by one (1) MoC-Fueled Dean.

They were scary in 10.18, thanks to Robbie Thompson. It was that final reveal in that episode that let me know we were headed, though. The Styne Family Crest? Yeah, stolen from Young Frankenstein:

(image from the superwiki)

If you’ve never seen Young Frankenstein, please do. It’s freaking HILARIOUS. But it let me know that these were not the terrifying Big Bads we were expecting, they were a parody. They were set up to be Terrible People the rest of the writers could mock. They we were saddled with the atrocity that was 10.21. And Dabb finished them off in Badass Dean Style in 10.22. And that was it, never to be heard from again.

Disclaimer: I have written a whole heck of a lot about this (and about how this was possibly my least favorite thing the show has ever done). the back half of s10 is a hot mess, the Stynes were the worst villains ever (boring, stupid, easily defeated, etc.), and 10.21 in particular hits all the lows even for bucklemming... so I honestly won’t even attempt to defend this one. This was Bad Writing.

And finally, President Rooney... in 12.08, why did Sam and Dean stick around after Cas and Kelly fled? I’ll start this out by reminding everyone that this... surprise... was bucklemming again. Remember that bingo card I mentioned?

(lol I went and found it, credit for this one goes to @messier51 back in the olden days... https://messier51.tumblr.com/post/68535147632/buckleming-bingo is the original post, from 2013)

and there it is, lower left corner, “Sam/Dean makes a decision that makes no sense.” This is a pattern for them, where they knew the end of the episode must have Sam and Dean being carted off to Black Ops Prison, and this was the best they could think of to get them there.

I’ve said before that I am willing to handwave a lot about this episode because of everything it will give to us down the line (12.09, Jack, it’s basically building the stage on which the rest of s12 is set). And I’ve previously offered the theory that they were Concerned For The President and making sure that he would live/suffer no repercussions of his possession by Lucifer. But I mean, the secret service dudes were literally on the other side of the door and would’ve been able to tend to him just as well, if not better. I think Sam and Dean may have-- in Bucklemming’s minds-- believed that they would be fine. They were only really worried about Kelly being caught there. They thought they would be viewed as “heroes who helped save the president” and not “dangerous threats attempting to kill the president.”

Agreed, it was a stupid thing to thing, especially since Rooney apparently didn’t remember his possession, and is never heard from again in-show. He couldn’t corroborate Sam and Dean’s story. I mean, they could’ve said they were staying in the room next door (it was an adjoining room, because Cas and Kelly sneaked out that door after the secret service guys stormed into the president’s room), and they could’ve just said they heard a ruckus, someone calling for help, and simply found him like that. But they didn’t know that one secret service agent had already been warned about them specifically by “President Lucifer.” That’s absolutely something they should’ve considered would happen, but uh... they didn’t, because bucklemming.

But yeah, that’s... a thing with these writers in particular... we try to acrobat our way around these sorts of things as best we can, and move on :’D

If you have any other questions, please let me know! Otherwise, please check out my tags for these specific episodes. I think I got them all on this post...

#spn 8.22 #spn 8.23 #spn 9.02 #spn 10.21 #spn 10.18 #spn 10.22 #spn 12.08 #spn 12.09 #bucklemming canon acrobatics #that's my tag for this sort of gymnastic theorizing on their episodes #there's... a lot there to read :'D #Anonymous

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daretosnoop · 5 years ago

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Legend of the Crystal Skull Review:

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!

Atmosphere/Layout:

I loved this game so much! The Nancy Drew games are always stellar at placing you in the world of the game. I have yet to play a series that really roots you in its atmosphere. CRY delivered that at another level. I’ve been to New Orleans, and this game took me back to that trip. I loved how everything in the house was slightly crooked to reflect the kookiness of Bruno Bolet, as well as make things more eerie. I remember how the intro to the game scared me as a kid, yes, I got scared of the Skeleton man as a kid. Imagine freaking out to the skeleton man attack and then cutting to Renee’s creepy eyes as a kid! Even as an adult, Renee’s eyes creep me out, and no way was I ever going to drink that concoction! This game has a lot of odd things that you can eat: mysterious beverage that may or may not kill you, chocolate that definitely will, and expired bubble gum that surprisingly does not kill you. Okay, back to atmosphere. The ambience of the game was consistent, even when you played Bess’s portions which was supposed to take you away from the eeriness of the Bolet house for a bit. The rain effect and the semi-dark state of the house because of the electricity outage definitely amped up the fear and creepiness. You definitely took cautious steps in and out of the house. The graveyard. THE GRAVEYARD. THE GRAVEYARD. I think the exploration of the graveyard might be my favourite exploration spots of all the games. I love how you can see Nancy’s silhouette and hear her shoes as she traversed the grave. It was big enough to pique curiosity, but not so big that you would get lost. I also appreciated how every grave section had its own design as it made things more memorable. I know some people didn’t like the graveyard scavenger hunt, but I relished it! The earlier games (1-5) had this slight ruthlessness to the game play. There was a slight edge that kept the reader hooked and just a touch fearful, and this game maintained that edge. I really appreciated that, especially since it would pater out a bit in later games.

Music:

This game has one of the best tracks: “Legend”. That alone should put it as a game with an amazing music score, but no, they had to add other titles like “Chatter” and “Bruno”. As someone who loves Jazz, I digged this score. So often I would stop and just listen to the music, and could feel myself get pumped whenever “Legend” would play. Honestly, why hasn’t someone created a Nancy Drew Ambience record yet? The jazz music was a nice contrast to the shadowy layout which added to the “everything is slightly unhinged” element of the game. But man, when the danger music would play, I would get chills. Especially when you’re in Renee’s room or in Bruno’s secret room. Surprisingly those two rooms creeped me more then the graveyard!

I also loved the little noises like the sound of rain, or the way the rain hit the windows. Nancy’s heels as she walked through the graves. The skeletal hand for Charlie’s puzzle. The sound Henry’s chair makes when he moves. Etc. etc.

Characters:

Nancy was amazing as usual. It surprises me how she remains unfazed by everything, but I love that side of her. Bess felt a bit out of character with her resistance to participating in snooping. Usually she’s dying to know what’s up, or help Nancy out, but she wasn’t this time. Still, got to had it too her. Not many friends would sneak into a private meeting and demand her rights despite being surrounded by creepy skeletal men. Some of you might scoff, but y’all would be crapping your pants if you were in the same situation.

So since you technically didn’t know there would be a mystery, it made sense that there were only 3 suspects. I like how Nancy doesn’t start out with an investigation. She mostly wants to figure out who the skeletal man was and why he attacked her, and how that simple curiosity leads her to the crystal skull. It’s a nice progression of plot.

Henry: Henry Bolet is handsome. I know some people might not like the arm sleeve thing or painted nails, but it’s 2020, it’s called aesthetic! Her Interactive over here creating male characters who want to paint their nails way before popular culture accepted it/picked up on it. Haters be jealous. I’m kidding. But still, I loved how much depth they put into this character. How with so little, you understood his character. When he complains about how Bruno sent him away as a child, it revealed that Henry is someone who really needs family. He’s aware his emotional needs are higher than the average person, not because he lost his parents, but just who he is by nature. It also makes his attachment to Summer make more sense. We can easily surmise that Summer was probably the first person to give Henry the emotional security he needed, but that it was clearly done for her own selfish desires. Henry’s inability/or refusal to see it also makes more sense. That being said, the moment we learn about Summer, it takes Henry off the suspect list. Up till then, the game does a good job at making him seem suspicious do to his dealings with Lamont. It’s not a bad thing, but since we only have 3 suspects, his removal immediately makes the culprit an easy 50-50 guess. Not to mention the fact that after blackmailing him (which was kind of mean of Nancy to do to someone who is already being emotionally abused by his girlfriend) he gets sidelined for the rest of the game despite there being a good chunk left to play.

Renee: Classic sweet but deadly suspect. Love how the game kept her super suspicious from the way she acted to the way she would emphasize things. For example, I found it so odd that she remembered the exact percentage of who would receive what in the will, like she had been mulling over that. And the way she ends with mentioning that she was to receive 10% compared to the others getting 30%, so subtle a remark yet it catches the ear of any good detective. And of course, the room and her interest in the occult made the suspicion grow. Unfortunately, I found the whole part about authenticating the skull a bit lackluster and kind of gives the culprit away. I mean Renee said “I wanted to find the skull” when Nancy confronts her about hiding information. After such a confession, wouldn’t the obvious follow up question be “why?”. I can only guess they included this to hype up the “chase” for the skull since we know the Dr. Buford is also looking for it, but the game didn’t really deliver on the urgency so this felt like a lackluster confession. It also came close to the end of the game, so when Renee appeared at the end it wasn’t surprising. Nancy’s faith in Renee was odd, and the fact that she just tossed up the skull—face slap! Nancy, she literally confessed 10 min ago, did you forget!? The ending was nice. I liked how she “forgot” to tell Nancy about Bernie (so malicious!), but then actually forgot that Bernie was in the water.

Dr. Buford: He was interesting. Seems nice and charming, but the more we learn about Bruno’s death, the suspicious he becomes. Love how Bess worries about Buford coming back to take the skull. I still don’t understand what exactly the skeletal society does, other then being pirate fans, but I liked the costumes.

Puzzles:

I love a healthy balance between puzzles and dialogue and this game delivered on that. The dialogue was nicely spaced out throughout the game and added to the characters. Each character had their own way of talking and phrases that stayed true to their character. The one exception is Henry’s “I’ve been naughty but I’ll be nice now” line which threw me off so hard. HELLO?? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS! It’s so random for a college/uni person to say this. Actually, who says this?? I’ll be honest, my mind went a bit dark and wondered just how bad was Summer abusing him for such a dialogue to come out of him……. poor Henry.

But back to the puzzles. I honestly loved most of the puzzles. I know the bowling ball machine (the one where you have to roll all eyes) annoys people, but I enjoyed it. I also know the graveyard scavenger hunt bored people, but I love puns, and l loved the layout of the house and graveyard so much that running back and forth was so much fun. Solving the clock puzzle and teeth puzzle was also fun, and they made me feel like a genius. The first part of the buzzard puzzle wasn’t bad, it was just annoying to have to turn back and see what affect each gargoyle bird did. The book mentioned that the sounds the gargoyle’s made was important, but I didn’t catch anything. I also liked how the final puzzle was a puzzle that built throughout the game. You didn’t know the eye puzzle would be the final big puzzle, but every little puzzle played a role in being a part of the final puzzle. I just thought that was cool, I like interconnected stuff.

There were three puzzles I did not like. The first was with Bess and the box she had to open. The clue was Hamlet and some numbers. I thought that you had to call Nancy and have her check the library for Hamlet and look up those reference numbers. What was the point of writing Hamlet? Nowhere in the letter did it mention that you have to associate the letter to the number and type out what it spells. Also, it did not mention that you had to restart the counting every time! I had to go online for help with this puzzle. The second puzzle was the second part of the buzzard puzzle. After getting the key, which you don’t get a good look at, you’re supposed to use them on the gargoyles. But I didn’t get that, plus the emblem on each gargoyle was just a feather with notches, so how do you know that the key goes there??? Finally, I hated the wasp puzzle. It was annoying and I don’t know why Nancy didn’t take a handful of loquats at once!

Graphics:

They really hold up despite being 13 years old. Sure, it’s a bit weird around the eyes and mouth, but the rest is stellar. Also, I love how they added in certain quirks that matched each character’s personality. Like Henry kicking his legs up to show he’s someone who doesn’t care about bending the rules, little rebellious. But then the fact that he sits proper when talking shows that he’s not so rebellious and is actually trying to be professional. Also shows the contesting sides of his emotional needs and the military training he would have received. Renee’s position over her pots show that she’s someone tricks you into thinking that she loves to work with her hands (lol, end game “this girl just handed me the skull”. I told you I love puns). It also shows that she prioritizes the small things, and the fact that she’s potting despite being recently laid off (she’s the only character still working despite Bruno’s death) makes her a bit unnerving. Dr. Buford at the French quarters show that he’s someone of charm. Etc. etc.

Plot:

Like I said, loved the slow buildup of plot—how one thing led to another. Don’t know why Ned sent Nancy to do his work, but okay…

The Summer plotline felt like it got accidentally dropped. Like the writers forgot to finish it. Even if it’s just Nancy telling Henry that what he has isn’t healthy/good, or something in the end credits where he finally broke up with her. For all we know, they could still be together.

The introduction of the magical qualities of the skull and Bruno’s death was weird. I like how Bruno’s death became questioned, but while his desire for the skull kind of made sense, it didn’t make sense why Buford or Renee wanted it. It still wasn’t clear at the endgame either. I guess there’s the financial prospect, but that subplot kind of pattered out in favour for the magical plot. It also didn’t make sense that Bruno wanted it for Henry, because let’s be real, he wasn’t a good guardian. It really did seem like Bruno didn’t care for Henry. I mean, why give your nephew a skull instead of what he really wanted/needed, a friend. You can take this a bit darker when you realize that Bruno was giving Henry monetary comfort over emotional comfort and that Henry by end game has come to associate monetary gift to be equivalent to emotional gifts, which just makes his relationship with Summer get even darker.

Overall, this was a great game. 10/10. One of my favourites and would play again and again. That’s why I bought it, lol!

~Dare to Snoop

#Nancy Drew #Legend of the Crystal Skull #CRY #Her Interactive #game review #long post

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"Meet TJ the Monster"

Name: Tyler Jack Crawford

Age: 23

Height: 5'8 ft

Weight: 68 kg

Mask singer belong to: T-Pain

Friends with: all of the Masked Singers, Rabbit (best friend?), Dog and the Dog brothers, Doll.

Appearance: Black guy, cyan-lavender hair, huge and soft dreadlocks ponytail, green eyes (only his right eye), enucleation & Evisceration (his left eye), left eye stitched in black thread, purple eye-shadow, thick eyebrows, abnormal giant hands (Acromegaly), sharp nails, missing front tooth, very Obese body.

Clothing style: Giant furry coats, sunglasses, gloves and gold accessories (main signature clothing), suits, hip-hop fashion clothing, a fusion of hip-hop and fancy suit clothing, gangster style, leather jackets and rock star theme style.

Facts about TJ:

•the friendliest, gentlest and childish monster you ever met.

•his coat is so huge and so furry. He can consume himself with his coat turning it like a huge furry ball or he even let people (who are skinny or almost fat) hide on his genormous coat.

•Yes he can hide something bigger then an average person. He also hide many huge weapon.

•Ever since he was born, he is actually born abnormal the more he grew older before it looks normal. But when he is delivered, he has a enucleation & Evisceration on his right eye and some abnormal conditions since birth.

•on age 13 his mother asked if he decided to wear a prosthetic eye or not. Even he imagine what it is look like with two eyes but he decided not to because he likes being unique.

•He had been isolated from outside the world all through childhood due to the bad environment of since those dark era's but has many friends in the neighborhood.

•He has issues including reckless behavior, anger issues, mood swings and it is rumored that he did some unknown illegality that can't be explain.

•in age 13 again. He develop some abnormal condition beside his missing eye. Those conditions are his enlarged hands known as acromegaly, sharp nails that can't be cut and overly obese like appearance.

•TJ needs to wear gloves because of how oily and sweaty his hands are. His mother made those large gloves for him.

•He is a victim of bullying through elementary to highschool. Bullied physically, verbally and blackmailed by a group of bullies after before and after Joen's accident and the fall of the Roger Family.

•Loves playing video games. Mostly horror, action, RPG, and other theme of games.

•his room is simple but has a theme of childhood mix in music studio, and pastal/neon lights.

•Monster started learning music and singing in age 10.

•Owns 3 cars, a mansion (which is a mansion disguise as a cave), a huge boat, and a room filled with alcohol collection.

•He use purple eye-shadow because it is his style and needed color on his face. Lea was the one taught him how to apply it.

•TJ is an old classmate to Joen since 4th grade.

•TJ is one of the witness from Joen's accident. At first he was terrified then avoided him because his mother told him but secfetly feels sympathies and concered after found out about Joshoa's abuse on Joen and his brothers.

•in age 18, he visited Rabbit's asylum just 1 whole week to meet him. The reason why he visit Joen on his 18 age is because this is the age old enough to enter the most secure asylum. And, he wanted to apologized to Joen and told his secret about his shame after T-Pain is now silent.

•so the two boys are both equally went to shame and TJ wishes to free Joen and his brothers out. Such a kind heart TJ!

•Rabbit is also a neighbor to him quite far from the Monster's house since Rabbit lives in a amusement park.

•Before the Masked Singer, when TJ and Joen meet again. TJ didn't recognized him or recognized that his appearance, behavior and attitude changed. Same goes to Joen who is also didn't recognized TJ.

•Bee and Peacock were like his new parents to Monster.

•all of the other masked singers (especially Rabbit) were like his siblings. Him being the youngest of the group.

•His hobbies were making mixtapes or music, playing various video games or games, partying, and sports like baseball and golf.

•TJ was involved with T-Pain about the golf accident. With his mentor being the most injured, Monster is injured less but only he had lost his front tooth.

•He is a alcoholic and a party monster.

•Everyone on the masked singers (minus Rabbit, Poodle and Alien) hide all of alcohol at all cost.

•On freetime, he will always called Rabbit to play video games or go to Bee on helping her clean. If not, he will go on dancing and singing himself in his room.

•A cutie looking like an angel above!

•He has a collection of golden accessories. Gold chains, gold necklace, gold knuckle brace ring and more. He is also obsessed of wearing sunglasses and hats thanks to his mentor T-Pain.

•Loves watching cartoons and childish things.

•a singer (Bebe: "not to everyone"? You just proven yourself to everyone! Ronnie: yeah! You sing wonderfully with or without your mentor's auto-tone), songwriter, producer, performer.

•He secretly let Joen on buying a drink at his "clubhouse" (a VIP party house).

•accourding to Joen, he feels intimidating that TJ is much more stronger then him. The only time that makes him more intimidating was when he has been carried above him. (Joen: *shivers*)

•The Deer, Hippo and Monster- the big boys trio.

•his has the angelic soul full voice, trained by T-Pain.

•TJ always push away from people and go on isolation. According to Lea, he might be insecure about what happen to T-Pain of the over use of auto-tone. Another theory from Linette is that he has anxiety attack, paranoid and depression.

•Joen knew TJ has depression. He told Joen after he kick off on Simi-finals.

•A fighter who fought his own demons. He didn't told Unicorn about his problem, but he went on psychotherapy and exercise a little.

Unicorn has already aware of Monster keeping more secrets inside of him.

•despite he is called a "Monster", don't let his own 'monster' get out from his cage inside. (Taquilla: or else, he will do something you wouldn't expect.... Joen: .... Yeah....)

•beside the Rabbit being his neighbor at the same town. Taquilla, Victoria, Hippo and Deer are also his neighbors too.

•TJ considered Joen his best friend. Joen only saw him as a simple friend and turn buddies together after the end of the Masked Singer.

TJ told Joen who his mentor is after the end of Simi-finals. Why attached to Joen? Is because he wanted to make up to him after TJ avoidance to him.

•with his unknown illegality, Monster did got arrested 6 times and tried to ran away from the cops. That is then he met Dog and his brothers.

•Monster knew about the whole criminality story of the Dog brothers but he actually talks to one of Nicol's brothers. He is still friends with Doberman Dog (Nicol).

•Monster met Doll when Rabbit introduce his long lost forgotten friend and Dog mentioning about her before. Doll kept thanking him to win the competition.

•his opinion on Doll, he likes her and he supported Rabbit that he has someone to watch him. He also adores when they are happily together smiling almost like they went back as kids again.

#tj the monster #the masked singer human au #the masked au #the mask au #this is beyond the most difficult character so far to create!#this is taking so long to come up a design and writing his character

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the-prince-and-the-thief · 5 years ago

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Come at me with the lore, fam, after making my own overly complicated fanfic for almost more than a decade with its own magic system nothing surprises me

//OH BOY YOU’RE IN FOR A TREAT

I’m putting it under a cut to save your dash.

TW: A lot of stuff. Rape, sexual abuse, abortion, murder... just... just prepare for the worst.

//Okay, so, Blazblue AU.

Key characters here are: Kagura Mutsuki, Ragna the Bloodedge, Celica A. Mercury, my OC Riku Akasaka, and of course Ren and Goro.

First off, in the BB world, there is a one-world government police state that’s currently been having a bunch of in-fighting and schisms since... forever. They had a civil war (the good guys in this fight lost 8( ), and Kagura has been trying to fix shit for uh... a long time. He’s got the true heir to the throne (Homura Amanohosaka, I think? Their name is long.)

This is an alternate canon where Kokonoe decided to bring her dead aunt back to life like, 3 games early. So it diverges during Calamity Trigger, or The Only Game I Understood (tm). Celica has this power to absorb seithr, or magic energy that can also kill you. The main villain’s body is kind of MADE of seithr. The main villain, Terumi, had a plan to merge with his host and make himself unkillable by linking his life to Noel Vermillion’s. But because Celica decided to show up and cling to Ragna, plans did not go through, but the time loop didn’t restart. Ragna’s plans are at a standstill as well, and he gets attached to Celica, and... it’s complicated.

To sum up Ragna’s story super quick because it’s side information-- He falls for Celica, they have twins, Ragna realizes that his soul-eating grimoire could kill said kids, gets Jubei to cut it off of him, and they live mostly happily for a while until Celica starts dying of seithr poisoning. Then Terumi decides to finally pay back for having his plans ruined, kills Celica, burns Ragna’s house down AGAIN (you know, for extra trauma), and kidnaps one of his kids. The other had a power like her mother so she didn’t get taken because being near her made Terumi sick. Ragna nearly died in all of this, spent years trying to make a decent life for his daughter, got arrested, and then after basically making prison hell for everyone else with his anger and violence, was basically given a plea deal by Kagura of “Look my dude, get on my side in this government coup I’m doing and we’ll basically give you your daughter back, a job, and a steady income. We cool bro?” Aaaand by the time Akechi is around he’s a parent with 7 kids, 2 who are the same age as Akechi and grew up being his friends.

Kagura is the part where it gets relevant to Akechi. Kagura hears about this scandal with the Fumizuki family (long story short Shido is a Fumizuki in this case because it’s a Duodecim family they haven’t used yet, and it means “month of erudition” so I figured a focus on intelligence above all else would be fitting...) involving a bastard kid whos mom just died. Now the whole family is looking to basically throw this kid as far away from them as possible.

Kagura, at this point, is a walking scandal magnet and has stopped giving a fuck. He married a woman literally nobody in his family liked, started a government coup, gave Ragna the Bloodedge the sweetheart deal of a lifetime and more. His wife is my character Riku, who uh...

Goddamnit, another character break. You see why I said this would take a year and a half? XD Anyway, Riku. Riku is one of the last Japanese people in this setting. Japan got magic nuked in Blazblue, to put it bluntly. A giant world-ending monster decided to appear there first. Japan is *still* not inhabitable centuries later. The Japanese people are very few and far between, and Riku’s family is one of the last families that can boast a 100% Japanese heritage. Y’know. Except for Riku. Because her mom went and married an outsider without her family’s permission. Her mom doesn’t give a single solitary fuck what others think and does what she wants. So she’s actually only half Japanese, and her family treats her and her older brother like shit for it. They’re basically only cared about if they’re “useful”. Her brother went into the military academy to basically gain info for the family (they like to hoarde grimoires as well so the NOL and the Akasaka family kind of hate each other), but he “mysteriously went MIA”. I.e. was violently murdered and had his grimoire stolen. Riku went to the academy after to figure out what happened to her beloved onii-chan. It... did not go well for her. TW sexual abuse- she was raped in her freshman year, ended up pregnant, and when she went home in her third trimester, the head of her family forced her into an abortion that caused serious damage. They cut her hair off and basically sent her back to school traumatized and miserable. And now everyone in school treats her like a whore. She decides fuck it, if they’re gonna treat her like that, she’s going to use being a “whore” to her advantage. She slept her way to status, and, using her own special abilities, gathered a bunch of blackmail on literally everyone in the NOL. Nobody can mess with her, but she also has no one she can rely on.

She was initially trying to use Kagura as well (trying to get put in intelligence so she could ruin the people who made her life hell), but Kagura noticed she didn’t actually seem to enjoy sex. He helped her get surgery to correct the damage done to her (he only convinced her to go along with this by saying it was for his own benefit. She did not trust him. He said basically he wanted to be the first person to make her enjoy sex.) She eventually began to open up to him and trust him when she realized they were very much alike. They both were isolated from their families for not following tradition, both had many enemies, and both genuinely wanted to destroy the government around them and create a better world. She joined him in the whole government coup thing, using her intelligence-gathering skills. They’re newlyweds when Akechi is a kiddo.

Understandably, considering all of this, Riku doesn’t really want kids... the trauma of it all is a bit too raw. So Kagura wasn’t really planning to adopt him? He figured he’d give him temporary housing, then send him off to Ragna. Ragna would gladly adopt the kid after all. But he and Riku found out they were very attached to this sad little kid who didn’t understand why everyone looked down on him. Riku, in particular, could relate to his problems.

So Akechi gets a nice, (mostly) stable family! He meets Ren in middle school. Ren outed a pedo teacher that was very well-liked by most of the students and staff, getting him fired and arrested. So, he was something of an outcast. Akechi, upon hearing this, decides that Ren is a hero. (And Ren p much instantly had a crush on him after that). The two grow up as childhood friends. They’re pretty inseparable. Ren doesn’t really like being at home with his family (they’re very much the type that says nothing to avoid being a target for potential assassination. The NOL has been legit very dangerous their entire lives, after all. So their outspoken, determined child causes them no shortage of headaches), so he’s always hanging out at Akechi’s place.

You can probably guess that, actually knowing Akechi’s life story, Ren *actually* assaulted Shido when he saw the dude trying to assault another woman. He was genuinely enraged and just kinda lost it. >>; Thankfully connections save Ren. Kagura basically goes “Ok so enjoy going to the military academy as a reform school. Also you need someone to keep an eye on you. ....My son can do that.” Really... he just wanted Ren to look out for his son.

See, Akechi in this verse is still very concerned with status? He feels that he owes it to his mother and father to live up to his family name, because they’ve done so much for him. He wants to be accepted by the Duodecim as a whole. Riku and Kagura tried their very best to keep him the hell away from all of that political bullshit, but the kid decided to go into the military anyway. He’s not physically the strongest, and he’s pretty naive and childish, deep down. His parents are pretty damned sure that Goro will be eaten alive if left on his own there. (The military academy is, for the record, it’s own massive city. So they wouldn’t exactly be able to keep an eye on him.) So, Renren gets asked to protect his friend.

They also get chosen by two grimoires while there. These are the Rebel’s Grimoire and the Hero’s Grimoire. Grimoires are basically... to put it bluntly, training wheels for magic. Most people suck at magic by nature. Hell, most people don’t even USE grimoires. They use the even bigger training wheels that are Ars Magus. Grimoires usually specialize in a particular ability. They have their own rules, conditions for use, and often choose their hosts. People fuse with their grimoires over time. If the two become completely synchronized it’s called a Remix Heart. (This is the only important lore information from Remix Heart btw, I saved you from reading a crappy fanservice manga, you’re welcome.)

The Hero’s Grimoire picks a host with a strong sense of justice. The Rebel’s Grimoire picks a host with a very rebellious spirit. The catch is, they always pick their hosts at the same time, and the hosts are always very connected souls, two sides of the same coin. The Rebel’s grimoire also likes to do this *wonderful* thing where it latches on your face and only accepts you if you rip it off. If you don’t, it kills you! Fun times. Goro turned around to look at Ren when this happened, and the Hero’s Grimoire embedded itself into his spine. (Ren’s looks like a pair of glasses when not in use, Akechi’s looks like a crow tattoo with a weird growth between his shoulder blades.)

The two grimoires are sentient and talk to their owners while giving them similar but contrasting powers. Ren can use his Third Eye ability from the games, destroy barriers, teleport through shadows, and has very little presence-- almost nobody notices him around unless he’s pointed out or makes himself known. Goro has the same third eye ability, can create barriers/obstructions, can obscure his movements in bright light (either dazzling people or simply teleporting in light), and has a glamour that attracts others to him. (Ren uses this to basically cling to Akechi at all times while nobody notices him. He loves it. Akechi hates it, because PLEASE STOP HITTING ON ME I HAVE A BOYFRIEND HE’S RIGHT. HERE. )

The phantom thieves also still exist in this AU! They have a different MO but similar intents and goals. Basically, they steal back what the NOL has taken from others. Or, if said thing can’t be replaced (like, say, innocence, trust, etc) then they’ll take what they consider a karmic equivalent (status, power, etc). It actually all started because Ren wanted to get Riku’s grimoire back (Akechi was still vERY upset that the government had it, how dare they do that to his family). So Akechi is on the team from the beginning. Whether he wants to be or not.

There’s a lot more but this is just the basics... @_@ I told ya it was a lot.

#ooc #honestly i'm scratching the surface here #Masked Shadow

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veroticker · 5 years ago

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Vengeful - Kristen Luciani

Summary (from Kristen Luciani’s Goodreads page)

One single gun shot threw my life into upheaval.

An assassination that will bring my family to its knees.

It’s up to me to avenge the murder.

An eye for an eye…that’s my MO.

I have one job to do, and it may be my last.

Find my father’s killer and make him pay.

Before he finds me.

But there’s one problem - one incredibly sexy obstacle I never saw coming.

Tali Severinov.

I’ve met my match with this woman.

She’s beautiful, deadly, and more ruthless than I’d ever imagined.

Think with my head?

Never.

At least, not with the one attached to my neck.

She thinks I’m the enemy.

Little does she know I’m her savior.

Blurb

“My mouth twists at the mention of my mother who passed away years ago from breast cancer. I clench my fists, ready to launch them at his fat fucking face. I’d like nothing more than to split his head open right here and now.

“Tommy, Vince, and Anthony are handling things back home,” I say in a flat voice, referring to my other brothers.

“And Gianna? She must need help, too.”

My sister Gianna is more lethal than all of us put together. In fact, I had to talk her off the ledge when she found out I was making the visit to Uncle Gio. She’d been planning to skin him alive herself, but I told her to hold off, that she should save her strength for the bastard who actually pulled the trigger.

That’s what happens when you grow up as the only girl in a family full of testosterone-driven men. You learn how to take care of yourself and everyone who so much as looks at you cross-eyed.

And believe me, she did the time.

“Everyone is managing. Nobody wants to let the business go.” I study my uncle, narrowing my eyes at him. His gaze falls to the floor where his foot taps fast and furious against the polished hardwood floor. My eyes flicker left and right as the hint of a cool breeze floats into the room. I breathe in, a sudden musky scent assaulting my nostrils.

My uncle only reeks of provolone, a smell hardly comparable to an expensive cologne.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

Adrenaline courses through my veins, my fingers gripping the arm of the couch.

Just a little bit closer.

Just…

A…

Little…

Bit.

Uncle Gio stands suddenly, backing away from the couch and knocking into the coffee table. The bottle of chianti overturns, the red liquid drizzling onto the floor. It stains the wood a deep, dark red.

Just like the color of blood.

And it sure as fuck won’t be mine.

I swivel around when I hear the flick of a wrist behind me. A big beefy guy has a piece of wire wrapped between his two fingers, trying to choke me with it. I duck and swerve, flipping him over my shoulder so that his body crashes through the table.

Split in two.

Exactly what I want to do to my bastard of an uncle.

In good time.

I pound the face of the guy a few times who’s moaning on the floor and my body is yanked backward by my hair. Another guy drags me across the floor toward the kitchen. I dig my heels into the grooves of the wood, trying to slow him down, but he only pulls harder. I kick up my leg and grab the hunting knife secured to my leg. I flip him over my head, dragging the knife across his throat once he’s on the ground in front of me. He gurgles and writhes against me as the blood pours from the gaping wound. I pull a gun from its hiding place on my other leg and point it to the guy who’s struggling to get to his feet after his massive crash. Shards of glass from the shattered coffee table cover the floor, and Uncle Gio stares at me, his eyes wide.

I smirk at him. “Wanna tell me again how destroyed you are over this? How we’re fucking blood, you slimy piece of shit?” I inch closer to him, my voice dropping. The idiot who was supposed to take me out struggles to his feet, and I don’t even look at him when he goes for his own gun. I point and shoot twice. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him collapse to the floor, his brain matter now decorating the upholstery.

Just a little bit of redecorating.

The place needed a few updates anyway.”

(review under the cut)

Review

(audiobook) This third book in the series was definitely better than the first. The characters were less cardboard; the romance part took its time building; and the action was there throughout the story, not packed at the end of it. It made for a more balanced and more interesting read.

The reader--again only a man--was good too. I still have a problem with when he read for the female character though: he tried too hard, and with more flowery, romantic and sensuous lines, it almost became ridiculous--instead of passionate.

I didn’t get the second book of the series, and thus I missed some key plot elements about Tali’s life, and what was written about them wasn’t enough--at least for me. Because I don’t know what happened to Tali, I went from the badass girl from the Merciless, to a more vulnerable--and sometimes even stupid--version of herself. The contrast was quite shocking. I’ll have to read or listen to Possessive, maybe it’ll all make sense.

The series keeps getting more and more interesting.

Quickie

Series: The Severinov Bratva #3

Hashtags: #mafia romance #dark romance #blackmail

Triggers: lots of violence, threats of rape

Main couple: Tali Severinov & Cristian Marcone

Hotness: 4/5

Romance: 3/5

+ the mafia parts, with alliances, betrayal, gunfights, etc. were thrilling

- sometimes, Christian was a bit too brash and rude, not my thing

Stalker mode

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#Kristen Luciani #Vengeful #dark romance #mafia romance

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eliancs-blog · 5 years ago

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*itzy vc* hey hey hey ! ( i see that i’m icy ) what’s up, i’m diana, i’m nineteen, and i’m ur resident girl group stan. i reside in the est timezone & go by the pronouns she/her. now, finally introducing … loona !! jk, her name is eliana & u can read about her under the cut ! ( stream norman fucking rockwell <3 )

﹤ park jiwon, she/her, cisfemale ﹥; * - hello eliana ‘lia’ wu. long time no see. i know a lot about you. like how you’re twenty, how you’re a european studies major, and in fact.. how you’re the face of your parents church but are hiding the fact that you’re anything but innocent---and that you got kicked out of your catholic university for having an affair with your professor. would be a shame if it got out, wouldn’t it ? so let’s play a game. * TRUTH OR DARE ?

( 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫. )

born on october 12th in blacksburg, virginia, eliana’s first impression of the world was a crisp autumn day

she was her parents first and only child and soon became their pride and joy. her parents both came from wealthy families and dedicated their lives to the catholic church they owned

so, eliana grew up around the church and was raised catholic. her parents made her the face of their church. she was the perfect choice, dripping with innocence and purity

eliana learned at a fairly young age the corruption that ensued behind the scenes, behind her parents backs. growing up, she often spent her afternoons at the church. while her parents were off trying to grow their following, eliana was left alone at the church to observe bribery, adultery, and so much more

she was a ghost of a girl; most of the time, people had no idea she was there. they made it easy for her to learn all their secrets

eliana was sent to catholic boarding school for all her years of schooling. at boarding school, she worked her way up the chain of command through bribery, manipulation and blackmail.

she would leave for the majority of the year for school and return during the holidays and for summer break. she would take annual summer trips to europe visiting extended family, staying mainly in italy and france. eliana grew to love europe, she wished she could live there forever

with both catholic school and the church being corrupt, eliana had little faith in the religion and most of the people who followed it. she felt like they were either hypocrites hiding behind a facade, or naively unaware cowards that needed something to believe in. she fell into the first category, while her parents fell into the second. eliana felt sorry for her parents and continued to act like the perfect little church girl for their sake (and for their money, of course)

eliana grew to be quite a selfish person, at least almost everything she did was in her own self interest. if she had nothing to gain, she didn’t see a point in entertaining things. while eliana masqueraded herself as being a charitable, altruistic person, she was quite the opposite

during her high school years at catholic school, eliana began using coke. with pressure from her parents to excel in her classes, extracurricular’s, and volunteer work, she needed something to take the edge off. it started as something she did now and then, though eventually she began to grew addicted (yes, she has the coke cross like kathryn from cruel intentions)

also while away at catholic school, eliana began to experiment with other things. she discovered she had a sexual and romantic interest in girls and guys and started to explore it. although her parents demanded she remain a virgin until marriage, eliana didn’t quite follow those rules, though she kept up the image. her sexual partners and romantic relations were kept on the low for the most part in order to maintain her perfect image

she discovered that sex was just another thing she could use to manipulate others and for her own self interest. after high school, eliana went on to attend a catholic university. during her first semester, she began to have an affair with one of her professors

usually the one in control, eliana found herself recklessly falling for her professor. for him, it was just lust, but for her it felt like more. one day, her private affair became public among some and eliana was kicked out of the university to avoid a scandal

this was bad news for eliana, who had to come up with a way to hide her expulsion from her parents and continue an education elsewhere. the following semester, eliana continued to pretend to attend the catholic university but later decided to tell her parents about transferring to UVA

she came up with a lie about the school having a better program for her major and promised to continue her biblical studies outside of class. reluctantly, her parents allowed it. they trusted her. she was their perfect daughter, after all

so, eliana continued her education at UVA after blackmailing her old school for a dazzling letter of recommendation

eliana is studying european studies, with the desire of eventually moving to france. she is enamored with the art, history, literature, cinema, and the food. honestly, eliana does not want to do anything for a living and is hoping to live off her trust fund and the money she would eventually inherit from her parents, but she loves learning and going to school and bettering her education

( 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀. )

eliana is a libra sun scorpio moon (the rest of her placements are tbd)

if u click the link, u can read more about what that means but even the label attached to that combination itself is super fitting for her --- the ‘masquerader’

eliana is not a mean person by any means, but a lot of what she does is in her own self interest. she considers a lot of her friendships to be mutually beneficial arrangements

however, once you become her real friend, though she likely doesn’t have many, she will remain extremely loyal and do anything for you

once her mind is set on something, she must see it through. this aspect about her can come across as being obsessive in a way (it’s her scorpio moon ok)

when it comes to relationships, eliana tends to see them kind of like business arrangements. love is kind of the last thing in her mind, but it’s definitely possible for her to get swept up into romance, as much as she hates to think so

so, eliana prefers hook ups. however, she still tries to maintain her pure image with people she does not know very well until she gets a read on them. she keeps all her relations on the low and even comes up with mini terms of agreement before getting involved with anyone. she reallyyyyy hates other people knowing her business

eliana is superficially nice on the surface. when i say superficial, it’s not to say that she isn’t friendly but it is superficial at first until she knows who she is dealing with. regardless, she is a friendly person because it does not really benefit her to be any other way. however, if you mess with her, she will find a tactical way to get you back and ten times harder

she drinks and does drugs in moderation because she likes to be in control of herself (minus her coke addiction bc u know). also does it on the down low because again, she’s maintaining an image here

her whole life is pretty much fake, so she often loses sight of herself. she doesn’t know exactly who she is but she is very good at pretending, and she even convinces herself sometimes

she’s pretty lonely tbh though she’ll never admit it. it’s been this way since she was little

her favorite books are anything by jane austen and les liaisons dangereuses by pierre choderlos de laclos, aka the book cruel intentions was based on. she also really enjoys sylvia plath, mary shelley, and virginia woolf

favorite shows: big little lies, sharp objects, killing eve, twin peaks, handmaid’s tale

favorite movies: pride and prejudice, marie antoinette, thoroughbreds, cruel intentions, annihilation, ex machina, stoker, the handmaiden, black swan, atonement, mulholland drive

her fav colors are mint, pastel pink, white and beige

pls look at the pinterest board i made for her <3

( 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. )

ex-fling/gf/bf - eliana could have a few of these. they could be on good or bad terms. if they’re on bad terms eliana would prob be keeping a close eye on them because she doesn’t want word really getting out. maybe the sexual tension is still there. we could plot out the details and make if fun and interesting hehe

unrequited crush - ur character could have feelings for eliana, but maybe she doesn’t feel them. this could develop into her eventually having feelings for ur muse or not, whatever we want ! OR eliana could have a crush on someone who does not like her back. maybe that person is super non-committal, or they simply do not like her back. we could plot this out however but it would b interesting for eliana to actually have feelings for someone

current fling/friends w benefits - someone she is currently seeing/sleeping with. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t.

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension!!! they started out hating each other, but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. i think it would definitely have to be something kept super secret, she doesn’t want anyone else to know. this could develop in soooo many ways !

ex-friends - someone she used to consider a close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they hate each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how. this could b juicy if they know a little too much about her

sibling-like friendship - someone she sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs. being an only child and not really close to her parents, i would love for eliana to have a friend that’s like family !

dynamic duo - basically like her current best friend. this person is prob one of the closest people to her and might know her very well ! they could b a power duo, always looking out for each other

take care - ok i would love it if for one night, eliana lost control. she either got too drunk or high and was kind of a wreck. someone was there and kind of came to her rescue in a way, they got her home or maybe she slept at their place. after this night, maybe eliana would feel awkward (but also grateful) that someone actually took care of her and looked out for her. maybe your muse did it to have something over her, or maybe it was actually genuine to help her. this could be plotted out in sooo many ways yes i love it

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be the closest friends ever, but they get along, trust each other, and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they hate each other for whatever reason. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. i love a good enemies plot. they can just b nasty to each other !!! maybe they bring out a really bad side to eliana that most ppl dont see (because she’s usually very lowkey even when she’s angry or dislikes someone)

victim of manipulation - eliana can be very manipulative. whether through bribery, blackmail, or whatever the case, i would love to have a plot where your muse is someone she could manipulate. maybe she bribes them to do her dirty work, or has something over them. she wouldn’t make them do anything too crazy, but this person would just be someone she has a hold over

partner in crime - okay pls give me someone eliana schemes with. like imagine the powerrrr they would have. they would just plot n scheme together to help each other out or for some personal gain

dealer - idk if any of the muses r drug dealers, but if yes, someone who deals coke to her. they might know firsthand about her addiction. we could plot this however!

these are all the plot ideas i can think of for now, but i’ll prob make a plots page later on and add more stuff !

aaaaaand this is everything !! it has taken me longer to write this than i care to admit...pls don’t ask. i would absolutely looooove to plot so please hit me up on discord stream norman fucking rockwell#5522 (or i can hit u up). i cannotttt wait to start interacting and stuff <3

#error.intro #✧.° ░ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 ╱ ooc.#why am i shy 2 post this ....#no one look at me but also give me validation by interacting #and plot w me sexy plots only xoxo

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damn-daemon · 6 years ago

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My Unposted Star Wars Story

Okay, @marvelousthronewars, I’m doing the thing. This is actually roughly a chapter and a half from my unposted story, I just really wanted to get to some of Poe’s POV. So this is...just over 7,000 words from it?

LIttle bit of background: this takes place roughly 3 years before the events of The Force Awakens and works its way up to it. It also relies heavily on the events of the book Star Wars: Bloodline, which details the events of how Leia left the Senate, formed the Resistance, and how the galaxy discovered that Vader was her father. Yes, it’s an OC story, namely another Solo kid, because we haven’t had enough of those, have we?

Admittedly, there is a lot of politicking in this. I may have mostly written this story for me haha. Writing politics is my bread and butter, and space politics even more so. This is why I love Game of Thrones so much, and I pretty much brought that love into the Star Wars universe, or attempted to at least. Lots of Star Wars jargon. By all means, ask if you are confused.

Again, this is a story I stopped writing a while ago, but people are curious, and I am curious about the reactions. Also, I came up with this before The Last Jedi, so there’s that tidbit too.

Shattered Balance There were always two, no more, no less. The Dark Side and the Light. Brother and Sister. Ben and Elara.

It all started with a dream, and a man determined to keep it from coming true…

33 ABY The Lower District Republic City Hosnian Prime

The locals called the area Bottom View. Much like its sister-planet, Coruscant, the lower one sank through the levels of Hosnian Prime, the more dangerous and decrepit things became. Bottom View was the last rung before the planet surface, with only an obscure view of the stars if the power grid failed, and if you happened to possess a pair of macrobinoculars, but the inhabitants prided themselves on what height they had achieved in the cityscape.

If the fall can kill you, you’re doing alright.

It was a phrase commonly murmured by the residents, one Prax Edo had heard his entire life. His father had used it as a sort of daily mantra, until he had succumbed to a respiratory disease, one often found in areas that lacked proper air circulation while having an abundance of chemical output. That was essentially anything under the Middle District, which was a good fifty stories over their heads.

Needless to say, the Rodian had become quite the pessimist.

His young life was filled with half-baked, get rich quick schemes, most of which resulted in barely breaking even. The rest left him in debt to people who stopped bothering to climb the ladder and still ended up better off than him. At times, he was almost tempted to follow his brother, who had stowed away on a ship bound for the Outer Rim. Prax had never heard back from him, but whatever happened was bound to be better than his existence in Bottom View. Even the prison on Hosnian Prime was higher up than he was now.

Prax took a swig from his drink. It burned a trail down his throat and tasted something awful, but he needed the liquid courage. He was staring at a plan that could set him up for life, if he played his cards correctly.

The man who sat across from him worked for a politician of some sort, or perhaps just a very rich man. Either way, it was clear neither individual knew anything of slum life. His clothes consisted of what any rich man would assume was the garb of the poor (namely a cheap tunic and the galaxy’s most conspicuous hooded jacket), minus, of course, any holes, mysterious stains, or suspicious smells. And those things were the whole point really. No one trusted a clean man, not this close to the surface, but they also knew better than to not listen to what he offered.

The lowest of the low took on all sorts of jobs to keep their lives afloat, from day to day commissions that brought hard manual labor and little pay to high-risk/high reward missions that would result in either incarceration or death if failed. The latter was the particular idea this rich man was pitching to Prax, or at least he was trying to.

“Speak up, would you?” Prax more or less shouted at the man. “No need to worry about prying ears here.”

They were seated at a corner booth in the local nightclub, aptly named Ataxia, overlooking the throng that crowded the dance floor. The sound was best described as tangible, which was a fancy word that told Prax that if he hadn’t gone deaf yet, he may never lose his hearing. As such, it was the perfect environment for the business’ other purpose.

Encircling the dance floor were multiple tables hidden in dark corners, much like their own, where beings clustered together to talk of trade and contracts, the flow of spice, illegal betting grounds, and other less than savory topics. The Senate had its gathering place, the Underground its own.

“My employer has a competitor who has exceeded her boundaries for far too long,” the man repeated, though he hardly raised his voice any higher. “She needs to be reminded of the working order of things.”

Intimidation. He’d tagged along on a few jobs like that before. The really good ones were meticulous in their efforts. They preferred psychological damage, using techniques that still made Prax squirm. He wasn’t as well practiced in the art of coercion. Clearly his client was of the stingy variety if he was coming to him for this rather than the others. Still, stingy to him was a lot of money to the poor Rodian, whose rent was two months late.

The man, whose features he’d never quite been able to make out under the hood, slid a datapad toward him. Prax noted how he did his best not to make skin contact with any surface in the club. He was half tempted to spit on the clean hand presented with the datapad, but thought better of it. What was the phrase? Don’t spit on the hand that feeds you?

Prax took in the image before him. It was of a woman, young, perhaps pretty by human standards, with dark hair and light eyes. She hardly looked old enough to have made much difference in the universe, much less garner the anger of well-funded individuals. Still, something about her felt familiar, which said something this far down.

“I assume the compensation is to your satisfaction?”

The Rodian read the number just below her face. He suppressed a noise in his throat. “Very.”

Suddenly, the table shook.

Prax looked up from the datapad to see a crossed pair of boots sitting in front of him, attached to a lounging woman who looked oddly like the picture he had just been staring at. His client, he noted, had gone white as a sheet.

“Funny, the people you run into in unexpected places,” the woman said, sinking deep into the cushions of the booth. “It’s Darek, right? Senator Prost’s aide.”

Prax blinked. He looked the woman over again, a picture of calm amid the chaos of Ataxia, with her feet on the table and an arm outstretched to the side, nearly reaching him (unlike Darek who was nervously looking around the room and pulling his hood even tighter). She sported a short, brown jacket, which did nothing to conceal the blaster at her hip. A hand in fingerless gloves rested on it, not taut, but prepared nonetheless.

This was who his client was worried about? She looked better suited to a life in Bottom View than any place a richer person would be found. Was she a jilted lover? Illegitimate daughter? Maybe she had some blackmail on him.

“What brings you so far down, Darek? This place certainly isn’t the kind of nightlife you’re used to.”

“The same could be said about you, Senator,” Darek managed to squeak out. “If word got out, it wouldn’t bode very well for you.”

Wait, did he say senator?

“I wouldn’t know why,” the woman replied, waving down a serving droid. Moments later, three shots of some greenish liquid sat on the table. “I’m just enjoying a drink and a song.”

She took the shot, placing the empty glass upside down. “Aren’t you?”

His client eyed the drink for a half a second before turning his nose up at it. The woman chuckled, taking the glass for herself.

“Maybe your friend will be a little more conversational.” She turned to Prax, though not before eying his own untouched drink. “Elara Organa-Solo, by the way. And you are?”

In over my head.

Now Prax knew where he had seen her face before. Even in the outskirts of society, most people knew the name, and now Darek’s mention of senator made sense. She was a more outspoken politician, who was either loved or hated, never quite tolerated. Her family was chock full of Rebellion heroes, until the tree branch reached her grandfather. His father had spoken of terrifying acts that belonged solely to Darth Vader, things even an army could not accomplish. The fact that this beaming, young woman sitting next to him was related to that monster was downright unnerving.

“No one important,” Prax finally answered, standing. The aide looked pleadingly at him. He wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t been hired for protection, or suicide either.

“Don’t be like that. Stay.” The senator casually waved her hand. “I think you want to tell me why Darek was talking with you.”

Suddenly, all urges to leave stopped, and Prax sat back down as if he had wanted to all along. He wanted to tell her everything. She was a friend, a confidant, and he could not resist her beckoning. “He wanted me to intimidate you. His words implied by physical force.”

Elara raised an eyebrow, turning her gaze to the aide who had somehow remained rooted to the spot, and looked even paler for it. “Definitely not enjoying a drink, then.”

She lifted her boots from the table, leaning forward on both arms to look Darek in the eye. “Is that the kind of game the Senate plays now? Disagree with someone and get beat up for it?”

“Senator Prost doesn’t think you can be reasoned with,” the aide finally said, though it sounded more like a whisper.

The woman scoffed. “That’s a lot come from a man whose first line of defense equates to plugging his ears and chanting about not listening.”

There was a pregnant pause. From Prax’s seat, he could see Elara playing with the blaster, deciding. He wanted to get up again, to run and never come back to this forsaken establishment, maybe just run to the next cruiser destined for anywhere other than the system he was on. But he was frozen to the spot, concerned that any movement on his part might also trigger her.

“Tell me, Darek, do you know why Ataxia is the place to come to for hiring shady characters?”

When the aide shook his head, Elara drew her blaster. She aimed at no one, didn’t even put her finger on the trigger, instead placing it on the table surface, though Prax felt like she had shot him in the chest anyway, the way his heart skipped a beat. And though Ataxia continued to move to the beat of the current dance song, all around eyes were watching.

“Do you see all these tables around us? They aren’t filled with ordinary patrons; they are the scum of the universe, the kind that people like you and Prost shake your heads at, the kind everyone says will amount to nothing more than unintelligent drivel at the wasted bottom of the galaxy.” She waited, letting Darek glance around the space with a keener eye. “You’re in the middle of their territory now. Tell me, does it feel like nothing?”

Prax knew it didn’t to him. Rich men could shake their heads at gangsters all they wanted, but when they were at the wrong end of the blaster, all their status meant nothing.

“Ataxia is what some would call neutral territory. So, not only are all these people criminals, they’re also rivals. Which means, with one wrong move-” She made a trigger pulling motion with a free hand, her wrist slowly arching back from the pretend kick. “-this entire place will light up like New Republic Day on spice, but I’m sure Prost was well aware of that before he sent you down here to do his dirty work.”

Darek gulped. “Yes, I’m…sure he was.”

There was a moment of silence, or whatever qualified as that in Ataxia. No one at the table moved, they all eyed the blaster. Prax wondered how far he could get before the crazy human got them all killed.

Then Elara holstered the weapon, and there was a collective sigh of relief.

“Your view of the galaxy doesn’t work in reality. I suggest you tell your boss to stick to his playing field. He’s not going to beat me in mine.”

As if some invisible string had been cut, the aide immediately fled the area, chased out by rough music and hoarse laughter from the other tables. Prax watched him go, the emptiness of his wallet weighing more than all the coin in the world.

“Sorry for the trouble,” Elara said suddenly, slamming down something on the table while simultaneously downing his drink. “I’m not a fan of it, but some things can’t be helped.”

She left then, disappearing into the crowd as if she had not been there in the first place.

On the table was a small card, which unlocked an account with 10,000 Galactic Credits.

. . .

New Republic Senatorial Complex Republic City Hosnian Prime

The room was a cacophony of languages, binary, and the occasional whoops of a politician whose point had been made. The bowl-shaped assembly, resembling the old senate with its deep build and endless rows of viewing platforms, only aided the chaos presented to the viewer. With that, many delegates found privacy in the din.

But in the midst of the commotion, nestled with the repulsorpods from the Ash Worlds of the Outer Rim, Elara heard it all. She took her time, using the Force to gently probe the conversations surrounding her, no more than a sentence or two at once, enough to gauge the topic of discussion. Most were trivial: family concerns, which systems distilled the best drink, none of the dramatic overtures that the space had grown accustomed to housing, and, more importantly, no mention of the growing threat that lingered in the Unknown Regions.

Pursing her lips, Elara leaned back, allowing the clear conversations to meld into a droning buzz once more.

It was growing worse. The Senate not formally acknowledging the First Order as, at the very least, a subject of interest was one thing, to disregard it completely was another. It was a battle she had been losing from day one, ever since she had taken her mother’s vacated seat four years ago. Many of her fellow politicians still saw her as a young child looking for emotional leverage, while others saw a warmonger hoping for vengeance for a home she had never seen. Of course, what they all saw, to varying extents, was Darth Vader. That was an image she had given up trying to shake. Ever since the provocative reveal in that very room nearly five years prior, it was hard to ignore for anyone. There had been no gentle easing of the truth. The bandage had been yanked off before the galaxy, taking skin and bone with it.

She had been with her father at the time, out on the race circuit, finding herself in a galaxy full of possibility. Han Solo had never been one to look ashamed, even his greatest mistakes he defended proudly, but to see the look on his face when his daughter heard the family’s darkest secret over the holonet, she might have sworn he was a different man.

“Disappointed, are we?”

Remembering her place, Elara’s hazel eyes shot across the pod to where Kaid Dexshi reclined, an annoying grin plastered on his face. The senator from Eredenn Prime (and benefactor of her home system of New Alderaan) was an older gentleman, though no less handsome for it. His graying hair was still cut to Republic Navy standards and his skin tone reflected a lifestyle of a constant outdoorsman rather than the cushy indoor life the average politician led. He was fit (more so than most men half his age) and he was cocky as hell. Most days Elara wasn’t sure if she liked or hated him. Some days she simply wanted to toss him out of the pod.

It was a complicated relationship, to say the least.

“If I say no, would you stop looking so pleased?” Elara sat up, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed in the light blue fabric of her dress, willing them to turn into leggings if she were to be honest. “Surely you’re not going to tell me we’re all here to witness the failure of another vote regarding the First Order?”

The senator chuckled. “No need to worry, Elara. My entertainment at your expense is borderline cruelty at this point. I’ll not be the senator who violated the Galactic Concordance because of a woman.”

Elara sneered. “Then what horrible thing has you in such a good mood this morning?”

Kaid’s smile only grew as he moved to sit next to her, breath hot on her ear as he whispered. “Just be patient and pay attention. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

She barely repressed the urge to roll her eyes. Toss him from the pod it was.

After a few minutes passed with scarcely a change in the atmosphere, Elara was beginning to think she’d been had. It was not something she would have put past Kaid, although she had hoped he respected her enough to play such tricks in private.

Then the air shifted. Fear, anticipation, despair. Gasps and angry shouts brought her attention upward, where four Senatorial guards surrounded Senator Prost himself in his repulsorpod. Darek, she noted, was nowhere to be found.

The entire Senate watched as the man was arrested and taken away, before erupting in conversation and arguments. Her pod’s screen lit up as various politicians vied for the first chance to speak.

Elara dared to look at Kaid, whose ego would be unbearable for the next month or so. “What did you do?”

“Senator Prost has a terrible spending habit, and even worse encryption on his accounts. A hint here, a nudge there, and suddenly the Internal Investigation Committee has the answer to all the missing money from public spending accounts.”

“And what, may I ask, inspired you to even look into his spending?” Elara asked, scooting back on her seat so that there was respectable ‘working room’ between them. “Last I checked, you accused Prost of being worth about as much of your time as a five year old on a temper tantrum. You said a man that loud can’t have anything worth looking into.”

Kaid shrugged. “I got a tip. Some underappreciated aide talking about how there were things I’d probably like to look into.”

Elara had to smile at that. Perhaps things the previous night had not as been as bad as she thought.

Her colleague noticed the look on her face. “I had a feeling you might have had something to do with it. I wish you’d stop taking things into your own hands, though. Getting involved in the crime world will eventually do more harm than good.”

She managed to look sheepish. “You heard.”

“Heard?” Kaid practically laughed. “A Centrist damn near cackled after relaying the story to me. You’re on thin ice around here as it is, Elara. You shouldn’t push your luck.”

“So, you’d have me sit back and let these people play their little games with me?” Elara asked, ignoring how loud her voice got. “I wasn’t in Bottom View to cause trouble, but to prevent it. Prost was about to hire goons to attack me, for pity’s sake.”

Kaid put a hand on Elara’s shoulder, leaning closer, urging her to quiet. “You and I both know you have nothing to fear on that front, and I suggest you try harder to keep it between us. The aide was easy to bribe, but once word gets out about your abilities, no amount of money will keep the Senate from forcing you into self-exile like your mother.”

Elara took a deep breath, calming. Few people in her life knew about her Force sensitivity, fewer still her training. It was what managed to keep her afloat in a political environment that wanted nothing more than to be rid of her. She was, technically, an innocent in the disaster that was her family, but not many would be willing to forgive her wielding of the Force, not with Darth Vader’s memory still so firmly intact in their memories.

There had been days when she wondered if she had not been cursed.

“We have to play the long game here,” the senator continued. “It’s the only way to get anything done.”

“We don’t have that kind of time, Kaid,” she murmured. “The Resistance encounters stronger First Order opposition on every mission, and they haven’t even seen the bulk of their forces.”

At that, her friend frowned, looking very much his age at that moment. “You may be right there, Elara. When the aide said there was something I’d like, he wasn’t wrong. Prost’s spending only appears frivolous on the outside. Most of the accounts can’t be traced when you look deeper into them.”

“The Unknown Regions,” Elara added quietly, multiple ideas trying to overtake her train of thought at once.

“Precisely,” Kaid replied with a nod. “And if all this money went to them from one man, how much funding do you think a corrupted Senate could bring the First Order?”

. . .

The last time Leia had visited the complex, she hadn’t been entirely welcome. The Resistance was still in its early stages, back when the First Order was only a dark whisper with no name. She had appeared as nothing more than a traitor, a Separatist, who sought to plunge the galaxy back into civil war. Still, they had grudgingly allowed her to attend the induction ceremony. She was, after all, still royalty, and it was her daughter taking her turn at the political wheel.

There had been a lot of whispers, many shouts, and one man had dared to toss his drink at her, but she had stood tall and proud. Angry opposition was something she was used to.

Or welcomed, as Han put it.

But now the times were different. The dark whispers had a name and while the Senate may have been entirely too slow to act against them, it was obvious that many individuals saw the Resistance in a new light. It was an appreciation of sorts, but for their sacrifice or distraction, she could not say.

Her office had changed, she noted. It had nearly been barren when she occupied it. Her nose was always stuck in datapads so the bare walls never had time to bother her. She’d had a few trinkets, though, pieces of home that had survived, gifts from friends, and a few family possessions, enough to appear that she cared for something other than her politics.

Elara’s decorative take was…well, she wouldn’t say cluttered, but it clearly had her daughter’s touch.

Schematics lined the walls, from ships and podracers to small droids and thermal devices. In the center of the room sat a model of the Millennium Falcon, before Lando ruined it according to both father and daughter. There were also little holos sitting on shelves, which when approached produced images of other famous rebellion fighters, including Wedge Antilles’ T-65B X-Wing and Shuttle Tydirium.

That was the one she found herself staring at when Elara entered, her aide jogging behind her with an armful of datapads.

“This one contains the regulations of the proposed trade routes to the Outer Rim, as part of the New Republic Outreach Program.”

“Let me guess, high tariffs on the participating systems to counter the ‘risk insurance-’” Elara said without looking at the aide (a girl of maybe eighteen with intricately braided blonde hair). She crossed to her desk and picked up something from the floor behind it. An engine component, it looked like. Leia smiled. “-and import taxes that render the products virtually unaffordable in Republic space, because they’re ‘hard to procure.’”

“And that will be going in the ‘nay’ pile.” The aide put down one datapad, shuffling through the others.

Elara tinkered with the part, shifting pieces Leia could hardly see. “Senator Khardeen heads the Outreach Committee, yes?”

Her aide didn’t miss a step, not looking up herself. “I believe last month we agreed he was the committee.”

“Right, right,” her daughter replied, moving to the window, a pensive look on her face.

Leia knew little about Malastare’s new senator, only that he held a grudge against Dugs and was not the kind to play nice, as their conversation suggested.

“The Grand Prix is coming up,” Elara blurted suddenly. “No elected official would dare be caught not attending the podrace. Arrange for passes. I think a private chat with my colleague is needed.”

The aide tapped one of the datapads a few times.

Hearing her daughter play out the game Leia had once been so adept at left a familiar ache in her chest. She truly missed politics, but even when their current crisis ended, Leia knew there would be no going back; she was tainted, and the Senate was tainted for her. There was too much hurt, and far too many things had been broken, but it was good to see someone still upholding some sort of standard, even if she was viewing it from the skewed perspective of a proud mother. Although she had heard Elara was a bit more of a brute than she had ever been. She had Han to thank for that. Chewie, too, no doubt.

“Oh, and you have a visitor,” the aide said, so matter-of-factly, Leia almost missed the underlying joke.

Two sets of eyes turned to her.

“And here I thought Kaid had bought me another joke statue.” Elara smiled. “Hi, mom.”

It was such a simple sentence, but in person and free of the static of intergalactic communication, it was enough to tug at her heart.

Elara looked a lot like her, Leia noted, with her dress in the simple style that had defined Alderaanian humility and her hair wrapped in a braid that hung over her shoulder. It did not need to be pinned; it was nowhere near as long as hers had been or even was now. Her daughter hated excess hair, but she still respected tradition.

Her eyes, though, those were all Han’s, that hazel color that had the strange ability to light up or darken depending on her mood. The former did not happen as much anymore; the latter too much.

“You look busy,” Leia finally said, wondering why ‘hello’ was so hard.

Her smile was rueful. “Says the woman juggling the entire not-so-legal resistance movement.” She turned to the aide. “Go home, Kari. Tell your father happy birthday for me.”

The young woman grinned, bowing her head quickly before exiting the office.

“She knows you well,” Leia observed, watching the doorway.

“I’m pretty sure she is at least two steps ahead of me at all times,” Elara admitted, collapsing in her chair. Gone was the regal politician of New Alderaan, replaced by a twenty-six-year-old Corellian who had better things to do than talk to her mother. “What brings you back to Hosnian Prime?”

“Recruitment, actually. The recent skirmish on the border left quite a few disillusioned pilots. They reached out and we answered.” Leia paused. “Not that I’m telling you any of this.”

Elara put the piece on her desk and shrugged. “It doesn’t make much difference. The Senate is no closer to making any legal action on the Resistance than they are to the First Order. Chancellor Villecham’s afraid if the Senate makes a move on me, they’ll have to do the same for the other side, and so on and so forth. I think the term mutually assured destruction comes into play somewhere, so as of right now, it’s a standoff.”

Leia snorted. It was that same inability to make any movement that had contributed to her desire to leave in the first place.

“Although, Kaid did get Senator Prost arrested,” Elara added, “But I doubt even that is enough to cause a ripple. Even among Centrists, he isn’t the most popular."

“Senator Dexshi arranged that?” Leia asked. She never had liked the man much, nor did she appreciate Elara’s informal address of him.

Her daughter had a knowing look.

“Kaid is a frustrating laserbrain, but he is also useful, more so than anyone else. Populists are appeasers now.”

No doubt my fault too, Leia thought.

A silence fell between them. It was a more common occurrence than Leia liked. Things had changed between them, but so much had happened too, things that neither liked to discuss, but Leia knew the rift had started when word that Vader was Elara’s grandfather had reached her ears, and not from her own mother. Han had taken a hit as well, but in the end, it was not his secret to tell, only her own. She could not help but imagine how much easier things might have gone if she had just told her children. Elara might be more willing to open up to the past events, and Ben…

The office doors hissed.

Poe Dameron stepped through the threshold, looking like quite the respectable pilot in his new Resistance uniform, though she could tell he had been tugging at the collar. The boy would never know it, but he had just saved her.

“Pardon the interruption, General. We just got a message from base and I figured you’d want to hear it in person.”

He paused then, catching the eyes of her daughter, who had since stood up. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. They just stared at one another, neither moving nor breathing as far as she could tell.

Then Elara’s face split into a large grin, the likes of which Leia had not seen in an age. “Dameron.”

His smile matched hers. “Solo.”

“Afraid it’s Organa-Solo here,” Elara replied, gesturing to her dress. “Reminding the politicians you’re technically royalty tends to help.”

“And I’m sure you enjoy doing that.”

Leia watched the exchange, a complete outsider. She had no idea they even knew the other existed (particularly on Elara’s part), much less had enough of a relationship to share inside jokes. Back in the early days of the Empire’s collapse, Leia had worked with his mother, and through old war stories, she knew Han had fought alongside his father, but they had not seen either Dameron since then, not after they had moved to Yavin 4. From what she recalled, Poe’s mother had actually passed years ago.

Elara was giving Poe an exasperated look, but her smile had yet to fade. Leia felt her heart sink. In the mere seconds he had been in the office, Poe had elicited more emotion from her daughter than Leia had in years.

“As far as I’m concerned, Poe, you’re still the only person worth bossing around.”

The commander chuckled. “I can accept that.”

Leia finally found her voice. “I guess it’s not too much to assume the two of you know each other.”

She saw reality dawn in her daughter’s eyes, their hues darkening. “Oh, oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to just – Poe spent a season with us…on Dantooine.”

If Poe noticed the change in tone, he did not show it. It was the first time Elara had even mentioned the planet without immediately shrinking.

Leia turned to Poe, her curiosity overtaking the sadness blooming inside. “I didn’t know you were Force Sensitive.”

The pilot shrugged, looking oddly uncomfortable in the spotlight. “Hardly Force Sensitive is more like it. What was it your brother used to say? Enough to notice, but not enough to care?”

Had the room always been so cold?

Elara started to trace images on her desk with her fingertips. Now she looked small again, the young woman who had seen too much. Her hair had been much shorter then and her lightsaber had hung from her hip, a blue blade that matched the open sky. It had been so quiet, and yet hardly peaceful…

“Did I say something wrong?”

Leia jumped. “No, no, Poe, you didn’t. We just haven’t seen Ben in a long time is all.”

Her daughter’s face snapped up so quickly, Leia though she heard her neck crack. She would be answering for that later, hopefully over a long distance comm that gave her the option to walk away from it.

Because that would help repair their relationship.

“Well,” Elara started, interrupting the thick silence that had fallen…again. “If the two of you don’t mind, I will be taking off for the evening. I had a long night, an equally long day, and want nothing more than to be in something with pant legs.”

She picked up a datapad, the ‘nay’ pile one, and headed for the doorway. Leia figured she would run if she could.

“Feel free to use the space as long as you like. It’s not bugged as far as I know.” She paused, hand resting on the control, before turning back. “It was good seeing you again, Poe.”

And then she was gone.

General and Commander stood alone, both staring after her, quiet and lost in thought.

Poe was the one who started. “I’m sorry, General. I shouldn’t have barged in like that. I clearly interrupt-”

Leia held up a hand. “It’s alright, Poe. You made her smile. That’s more than anyone else can do.”

Myself included.

19 ABY Jedi Academy Dantooine

Poe looked around his bare quarters and heaved. He knew that he had agreed to come of his own volition (it was Luke freaking Skywalker after all) but the day was barely over and he was already feeling regret seep into his mind.

Luke was a great hero and an equally great man, but he was a busy one as well, and in the few moments Poe had been able to talk to him, all he mentioned was stuff about the Force. He’d described it as some kind of power. Sounded more like magic to Poe. Flying was a more suitable topic for the 16-year-old. After all, his mom had sworn up and down that Luke had taken the shot that destroyed the first Death Star. And without a guidance system!

Of course, when he even tried to bring it up, Luke had just given him that smile, the kind that adults gave to all kids when they weren’t going to answer their questions. It was usually followed by an ‘another time.’ The Jedi Master was no exception.

Poe huffed, flopping on his cot. It was slightly too small for his still growing frame and sat maybe three inches off the ground. Besides the duffels he had brought and one small chest, the room was basically empty. The walls appeared to be made of solid permacrete and there was one lone window, a horizontal slit he could not see out of without standing on something.

He thought this was some kind of school. Why did it look like a prison?

Time passed, and Poe was half asleep when he got the sudden nagging feeling that someone was watching him.

The room was still empty when he opened his eyes, though much darker. He fumbled through the space for a switch before slapping down on the door panel and coming face to face with-

Well, the air. The subject in question was several inches shorter, and female, and decidedly angry for some reason. She was eying him, hands on her hips, and all business. Like most of the other students, she, too, wore a plain tunic, though she also had a small, brown robe like Luke, and some sort of metallic cylinder attached to her belt.

“Can I help you?” he asked, not entirely sure he wanted the answer.

“Who are you?” she asked, high voice making the seriousness of her question kind of hilarious.

“My name’s Poe. Poe Dameron.”

She waved him off. “No, no, I know that, but who are you?”

He blinked. “…uh…a student?”

A single eyebrow lifted. “Yeah, and my dad’s a rancor.”

As if she owned the place, the girl walked right past Poe into his room. The boy, too stunned by the strangeness of the situation, simply watched as she investigated every corner of the place. As much of an invasion of privacy as it was, she, at least, did not attempt to look in his bags.

“Uncle Luke doesn’t personally escort anyone around here anymore; he doesn’t have the time. And he certainly doesn’t give the biggest room to some new kid.”

He didn’t know what was more surprising, that his room was the largest or that-

“Wait, your uncle is Luke Skywalker?”

She turned to him, face all ridicule. “Duh. Why else would I have full run of the place?”

Poe sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience ebbing. “I don’t know, because a ten-year-old does what they want?”

Her hands were back on her hips. “I’m twelve, thank you very much.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mumbled, unable to help himself.

“I’m short, not deaf!”

“Sometimes you’re both,” a deeper voice called from the doorway. And by deeper, he meant more masculine. The boy’s voice still cracked and sounded more on the childish side.

Poe raised his arms in the air. Now there were two of them!

“Who are you people?!”

The boy didn’t even seem bothered. “Name’s Ben. Short stuff over there is Elara.”

A brother, Poe guessed, seeing as how the newcomer was about as forthcoming with answers as his companion. He had the same dark hair and pale complexion, though his eyes were much darker than the fiery girl digging through his room. His outfit lacked the robe, but he still possessed the cylinder. A weapon, perhaps? He’d hate to think of this Elara girl armed.

“Why are you even in his room?” Ben asked, ignoring the blatantly furious looks Poe was sending him as he entered the room too.

“Looking for answers.” Now Elara was eying his bags. Poe slowly inched toward them. “There has to be some reason why Uncle Luke is so interested in him.”

“Have you tried asking Poe himself?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

The girl huffed, looking up at him. “Do you know why Luke is so interested in you?”

“Um…” Even upon hearing their conversation heading in his direction, he was still caught off guard by the question. To be honest, he hadn’t paid much attention back home either. “Something about the Force…and maybe…a tree?”

She gave her brother a withering look. “That’s why.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “He’ll tell us eventually. You don’t have to be privy to everything Uncle does.”

Now Elara looked offended. “That’s not what this is about and you know it!”

Things looked to be getting heated. He could feel the atmosphere change, something dark and cold lurked. Poe did not like it one bit.

“Uh, guys?” he said, stepping between the bickering siblings, at probably a much bigger risk to his health than he cared to know. “Can I have my room back?”

There was a beat. The anger simmered. Ben nodded and grabbed his sister by the long sleeve of her robe, dragging her to the entrance.

“I’m keeping my eye on you,” Elara managed to say before the doors hissed shut in front of her face. The last image he saw was her glaring eyes.

Why was that so intimidating?

With a sigh, Poe collapsed on his bed again.

It was going to be a long season.

. . .

Present Day

Resistance Base

D’Qar

Beneath the canopy of his T-70 X-Wing, Poe couldn’t help but smile. He had met a lot of interesting characters over the years, many of whom were not the most innocent of individuals, but none ever managed to leave an impression quite as extraordinary as that twelve-year-old girl.

Of course, Elara had eventually been forced to give a proper introduction, at what may have been the closest thing to gunpoint that Luke Skywalker could muster.

BB-8, sitting his astromech slot in the back of the ship, chirped. They were about to land on base.

“That’s okay, buddy, you can bring her in.”

More beeps. He never engaged auto-landing.

“I know. I know. I’m just…distracted.”

And he was. Despite their relatively hostile introduction, the two had become fast friends. After his time on Dantooine had passed, he and Elara had messaged one another sporadically. Happy Birthdays. Congratulations on his graduation from the academy. Simple things. The last time had been…just after Vader.

A lot had clearly changed since then.

Elara Solo had looked tired. Not the logging more hours in the cockpit over the bed kind of tired, more of the weary soldier look, an exhaustion from battle and loss that no amount of sleep can clear from the system. He knew the look well, although it usually belonged to grizzled veterans twice her age.

Now, while Poe thought politics were about as soul-sucking as things could get, it was not the cause of his friend’s distress. Elara would have left a long time ago if that were the case. No, something had happened, something other than Vader, something that cut far deeper and had yet to heal.

As he reached to the chain that had hung around his neck, his mind drifted back to how mother and daughter reacted to his mentioning of Ben.

Had something happened to him?

The General never was one to talk about her family, but thinking back on their conversations, Poe could vividly recall her mentioning something her husband or daughter did, all off-handed things that she was reminded of at the time. She’d say them with a smile, though it was usually a sad one. There was not a single time he could remember her speaking of Ben. Had he not known better, he might have thought Elara was an only child. There were certainly a number of younger Resistance fighters who would have been surprised she was even married.

Ben was not his favorite person from his days on Dantooine, but he had been far from the worst, and thinking back on it, most of his negative feelings had come from that youthful competitiveness that afflicted most boys their age. There was not a single thing one had done that the other had not tried to outdo. It had infuriated Elara to no end, and yet every day she was there on the sidelines, watching the boys beat themselves up again.

They had been quite the trio.

A light rapping on the canopy shook Poe from his thoughts. Lowering his hand, the pilot realized his X-Wing had not only landed, but was also in the middle of cool down procedures. Outside, a brightly smiling Jessika Pava just barely blocked the sunlight.

“Good morning, Commander,” she said, looking very proud of herself. Behind him, BB-8 whistled. “Good morning to you too, Beebee-ate.”

Rolling his eyes, Poe pulled the canopy release, listening to the familiar hiss as it unsealed and lifted. “Can I help you, Blue Three?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really. The team and I were just wondering if you were going to debrief us any time soon or if you just wanted to keep staring wistfully at the horizon.”

Someone snickered below. If he had to guess, it was Karé. The two were tag-teaming menaces.

“I wasn’t staring wistfully,” Poe countered as Jessika lowered herself back down the ladder. “More…contemplative really.”

“Whatever you say, Commander.”

Poe stood up, getting his first chance to stretch his muscles in hours. He loved to fly, and would never want to do anything else for a living, but damn if it didn’t hurt a lot sometimes. Made him feel a lot older than he really was.

Below, a crowd of familiar faces had gathered. Snap, L’ulo, Karé, even Nien Nunb, were all standing at the base of his ship, desperate for orders no doubt. Things had been quiet lately, lots of missions that were scrubbed before the ships even left the flight deck. People were bored. They were also on edge. It was a dangerous combination.

“Shucks, guys, I didn’t realize you all missed me so much,” he spoke, removing his helmet and tossing it into his seat.

“More than our homes, Commander,” Karé joked. There were smiles, laughter, a nice break from his previous thoughts.

He smiled back, sliding down the ladder. “Alright, Black Squadron, how much trouble did you get into while I was gone?”

L’ulo placed a hand on his shoulder. “Not as much as they wanted. The First Order’s still quiet.”

The smiles were replaced with grave faces, looks that told more than words ever could. Pilots hated being grounded, none more so than his squad. These were people who volunteered because they were tired of sitting and waiting, and that was precisely what they had been forced to do.

“Wish I could give you guys better news on that front,” Poe said, placing his hands on his hips. “Republic Command is locked up tight. Whatever they might know, they aren’t telling, not even to the General. And as for the Senate…well, we know how that goes.”

Jessika made a face. “Half the kriffing politicians want the Empire back. We can’t trust them to help us.”

Inwardly, Poe agreed with his fellow pilot’s assessment. How else could he explain the madness of the Senate refusing to see the danger of the First Order? He had seen their Star Destroyers with his own eyes. That kind of firepower wasn’t going to idle in the Unknown Regions forever.

But he was the commander of Black Squadron, and giving in to that kind of talk was not in the best interest of the Resistance.

“If we lose hope in the Senate, we lose hope in the Republic, and the First Order won’t have to attack us then. We’ll have done the work for them,” Poe replied, crossing his arms. “There are plenty of Senators who aren’t about to sit back and let the remnants of the Empire take what we fought so hard for. We just need to give them time.”

Nien Nunb piped up from the back, his rapid Sullustese breaking up the conversation.

Snap nodded, and he wasn’t the only one. “He has a point, Poe. We don’t have much time left.”

Poe thought back to Elara, weary and frustrated in her office, doing what she could with what little the Senate had given her.

“Then we give them as much as we can.”

May the Force be with you, Solo.

#my gosh that was long #hope it doesn't bore you #i just really love political talk #there's still so much more left #fourteen thousand words?#i need to reread this

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Baby (M)

Purge AU

In the city lives a man more powerful than all the rest. The head of the Triad in America, a man so feared no many people dare cross him. He dabbles in smuggling weapons and drugs, assassinations and political blackmailing. However, even a man like Yixing has boundaries, and those are to not get into human trafficking or running sex rings.

A man as powerful as him find it hard to retain personal relationships. Which is why, after meeting with some vile and morally reprehensible man, he paid off some of his working girls debts and asked her to be his sugar baby. He told her that, so long as she was willing, he’d make sure her every wish was granted. Yixing never made her have sex if she didn’t feel like it or forced her to do anything she was uncomfortable with.

After years of this on going relationship, she finally, for the first time, asks him for a favor. To have the man Yixing brought her from killed.

Genre: Action, Gore, and smut.

Word count: 7.7K

A/N: Trigger warnings for gore, blood, death, And you know... crucifixion and burning someone alive... no big deal, right? Seriously, if these trigger you, DO NOT READ.

I smile, looking at my reflection as I trace my lips with a deep wine colored lipstick. It was the day before all hell breaks loose, and I wanted to be the picture of perfection for him today. After all, I wanted to ask him for a favor, and I had to be a good girl in order to get it. My high rise apartment was glittering and the definition of modern and elegant. He made sure when he bought it for me. He made sure I had everything I could have ever wanted. That was the deal, after all.

Being someone’s sugar baby is awful if the person is terrible, but fun and amazing if the person is exactly what you wanted. Luxury is standard, but being sad and lonely in it makes it seem like you’re materialistic. However, we have to be careful. It’s easy for babies to be used. I heard about the woman who was one for some political figure who sounded like a total asshole. She got pregnant and he left her all on her own. Her sugar daddy was the awful kind. Powerful but greedy. Expecting to fuck, leave cash or gifts and bounce. That is the majority of the people who seek out people like me.

Mine is different. He’s the head of a family with old money. So many zeros it made my head swim. It helps to amass that amount when your family is heavily tied to and a part of the Triad. When they moved to America from China years ago, their influence grew and now, their gang is unrivaled here. My sugar daddy is the head of that whole thing. He sits upon a throne of drug and smuggling money. He doesn’t do human trafficking or pimping, saying he does have a soul. He also doesn’t have people killed lightly, either. Violence can be a tool to help people learn, but death just leaves a useless dead body.

After a few months of our agreement, I asked him more about himself. He’s not married, which is a blessing. Wives complicate things, even if they know about you. They’ll claim they are not jealous, but secretly try to ruin you. He’s tried dating before me, he said, but it never worked out. Something about the people he’s dated ending up being those who wanted to be what I would lovingly refer to as a trophy spouse. Gold diggers and arm candy. So he came and found me. He wanted regular sex without the strings attached. I’m just happy that this has worked well so far… well, and he loved giving me anything and everything I want. Which is funny, because I never ask for anything. He constantly pays my rent and any bills, makes sure my fridge is stocked and would send me gifts without my having to ask.

I smile bitterly, putting one of the many necklaces he’s gotten me on. The rubies glittering in contrast with the black dress. It’s a shame. My first daddy I felt nothing for. He was an ok fuck, but loved giving me gifts in exchange for blowjobs. He left and my current one, Yixing, came along not long after. He was handsome as sin and fucked me like that was his god given purpose. Like he was placed on this earth in order to make me reach every height of pleasure one could ever imagine. Somewhere along the way, he opened up, I got to know him personally and I fell in love.

My biggest mistake. He wanted no strings attached, and it’s taking everything I have not to tie him down and make him mine forever.

What we have is suppose to be purely professional. How can I not fall for someone who cares for everything about me? Sends me to spas when I ache and makes sure everything in my life is sorted for me, the list goes on and on. It was because of him I was able to pay off the debt I owed the pimp I was under and able to escape from under his thumb. I owe him everything.

Which is funny that a man who looks like he could be a god sank so low as to choose a baby like me. Zhang Yixing deserves everything, and all I can do is spread my legs for him. He deserves happiness and I’ll never be the one to give that to him. He wanted a family, children and all that. I felt a deep bitter hate for whomever was going to be his wife for being able to make him happy like that. To complete his life in a way I will never be able to. That truth burned me to my very soul.

I hear the door open as I look, seeing Yixing standing there in a black suit. His hair black as he just looks at me, eyes trailing all over my body. Just the sight of him in a suit like that made me want to beg him to fuck me already. I am so whipped for him it isn’t even funny.

He comes close, pressing his lips to my neck, smirking when I let out a tiny little moan. Just the littlest of touches make me want to give him everything. It was a little embarrassing. “Baby girl,” He whispers, biting my skin softly for a moment. I lean back into him, closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of him on me. I wanted to feel this forever. I feel him smirking against my skin, “We’re going to be late.”

“I just need my shoes,” I say, smiling. All I wanted to do was say screw the dinner. We could stay here, order in and get lost in each other. But Yixing is a man of refinery. Take out is hardly good enough for someone like him. He bit my shoulder lightly again, sucking and looking at me in the mirror.

He knew just what drives me crazy.

The dinner was fine. French and lovely as I smiled, the bill being taken away as I reach out, taking his hand in mine. I’ve spent all day trying to convince myself to say this. It’s not like he’s mean. Yixing has been nothing but sweet to me, even when doing things like spanking me or choking me. It took me a while to convince him that I liked that, too. He’s a sweetheart deep down… well, at least to whomever is in his bed at the time.

He looks at me with a smirk, “Are you going to tell me what’s been on your mind the whole dinner?”

“I… I want to ask you a favor,” I mutter, getting quiet. My hands hold his tighter as I look away for a moment, trying to regain my composure.

This has peaked his interest. “Go on, baby,” He says, letting his thumb rub into the skin of my hand softly.

“You remember Ferdinand,” I say, looking at him. Saying his name made me feel sick just thinking about it. “I… I want him dead.”

Yixing looks genuinely surprised. He lets out the smallest laugh, “I wasn’t expecting that.” Yixing just shakes his head, looking at me. His eyes glued to mine, “May I ask why?”

“He… he wasn’t kind. As you know already I was his... personal woman for a while and… he hurt me,” I mutter, “For a long time. When I first got involved, I never really wanted to be a hooker for him. I was just fifteen and my father was in trouble with him. Once he died, Ferdinand took me. I owed the debt, you know,” I say, looking at my hand in his. My father was a sick man with an addiction to gambling. He died and left all the debt from Ferdinand to me. Asshole. “Lets just say all the slaps, bruises and torture from him wasn’t consensual. So, I know you probably don’t want to be told what to do, bu-”

“Consider it done,” Yixing says, cutting me off.

I snap my eyes to him, seeing him look at me, an anger held in his eyes. He looked like it was hard for him to hold back his feelings. “Baby, I wish you would have told me sooner,” He mutters, reaching over and cupping my face. “I would have given you his head on a silver platter if I knew.” That sentence made my heart soar as he just smiles at me, “No one hurts you and gets away with it.”

“I want to see it,” I mutter, “I want people to see him suffer.”

“That’s why you want it on Purge night, hm?” Yixing asks, nodding. He smiles, “That can be arranged.” He slides his thumb over my lip, not caring at all about the lipstick. I smirk, opening my mouth and sucking on it, letting my tongue slide against it. The look in his eyes gets darker. He smiles, the look I’ve grown so familiar with coming to life. “What my baby wants, my baby gets. Everyone will see him at his weakness.”

I let his thumb go, smirking. I don’t know why I was so scared of asking him. He’d always made me happy with everything. “What if I wanted his whole crew dead?”

“Then I would have them all slaughtered,” He says with a smile, taking a sip from his glass of water. His eyes still on me, as I could see the beginnings of lust grow there. I recognize it, after so long of being with him.

“And the women that worked for him? What if I wanted them to finally have freedom?”

“Then they will all given some money and a new chance at life.” He smiles, “I will made sure those things are done for you, because I have a feeling they are not hypothetical questions.”

He could read me like a book most of the time. Yixing always knows when I’m speaking in hypotheticals and when I’m not. Just another reason why my heart belonged to this wonderful and powerful man. I smile, “What if I wanted you?”

Yixing just chuckles a little bit, “Baby, you already have me. You know you are a goddess and I am nothing but your devoted worshiper. That why I’ll give you anything you want and more.” He smiles, “You are worth everything, my dear.”

“You really know how to make me feel special,” I say, smiling. My heart beating fast as I look at the soft smile his face wore. I knew he meant every single word he spoke. He’s proven it countless times.

“Of course,” He says, as the waiter drops off his card. He nods to the man, before smiling at me. “You are the only one for me.”

Part of me wanted to say until a woman worthy enough to marry comes along. I know him. He’s not the type to see two people at once. If he marries, she’ll be the only one for him. I force out a smile, “Then, come on. I didn’t wear this itchy lace lingerie all night for you to waste time staring at me with my dress on.”

I could see the attraction in his eyes intensify. They look down, towards the bit of cleavage I have on show for him before looking back up, lips bitten between this teeth for a moment. “You spoil me,” He mutters, standing and helping me out of my seat. He slips his card in his wallet, looking at me with a smirk that made me feel weak in the knees. I smile, walking beside him as I feel him lace our fingers together. It didn’t take long for the valet to drive his car to us. He hands the kid some bills as a tip, and I smile hearing the kid gasp.The kid was thanking him profusely as I moved, getting in the passenger seat he opened for me before he gets in the driver seat.

The drive wouldn’t be long, but the sight of him sitting there, both hands on the wheel made me feel impatient. The windows tinted dark as I smirk, reaching over. With a finger I trace him through his pants, hearing him hum, before looking at me. He smirks, “Baby, why are you acting so desperate for my cock?”

“Because I want to make you happy, Daddy,” I mutter, pulling the upper part of the seat belt from around me. I give him a quick wink, “You do so much for me, I want to make sure you’re happy too.” I lean over, reaching and popping the button open and pulling the zipper down. It wasn’t long before I got him out, licking at the leaking tip. The sight of him aching for me made me feel powerful. I was the one who made him feel this way. I was teasing him, licking and kissing the tip, waiting for him to say something.

“Baby,” He moans, as I see out the corner of my eyes his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. The hum of pleasure he let loose made me smile.

I knew the drive wasn’t long, as I sink down, moaning. I loved having his cock in my mouth. I can’t count how many times I’ve blown him as he spoke on the phone talking some mafia business. The many times I hid under his desk and would suck him off after getting the text to meet at his place. I feel one of his hands move to my hair, dictating my moves. I moan, wrapping my lips around him tighter. I could hear him speed up a bit, knowing he was getting just as desperate I was. The taste was addicting as I let myself feel pride, hearing him moan.

I was the one pleasing him. No one else but me.

He pull me off, hand tightly gripping my hair. I didn’t have a chance to even as why before I feel him press our lips together. With a quick glance I look out the window, seeing we were back at his place. The pride I felt knowing he probably sped her as quick as he could to get here so quickly filled me. I moan into the kiss, wanting to give everything over to him right this very instant. His tongue massaging mine, his kisses always so sensual that it’s hard to believe he had no love for me. He pulls me away, looking me in the eyes as he just smiles, “Babe, I want you to take that dress off. I want your ass laying on that grass and I want you to let me have my way with you, do you hear me?”

“The grass, hm,” I ask smirking. “Did I make you want me that badly?”

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the moment I left you last night,” He mutters against my mouth, biting my bottom lips quickly. “The thoughts I had of you all day was already enough, but then you dress like this? You blow me in the car?” He laughs, “Babe, don’t you know I always want you?”

The fact that he couldn’t wait to fuck me long enough to get into the house made me almost moan. We haven’t done this on the front lawn yet, so this is exciting. Every other inch of his mansion has been a part of our passionate fucking at one point or another. Even the fountain in the backyard was christened. I smile, unbuckling my seat belt. “Can you help me,” I ask, turning my back to him. I feel him quickly pull the zipper down on the dress. I stand, losing the dress and letting it fall into the driveway without a second thought. My red set of matching bra and panties I slip out of the shoes, moving and laying on the grass. I lay first with my ass up, showing him the sexy and lacy underwear. He loved my ass. His hands would sometimes find it when we slept next to one another, grabbing it through the night. I smile, turning and stretching, before looking and seeing Yixing.

He kneels, face between my legs as he pulls the underwear down. His eyes on mine the entire time. “Wasting no time today,” I say with a smirk. I lift my hips, letting him pull the panties down before he uses his hands fingers trailing over my thighs as he pulls them open. His long fingers massaging the skin of my thighs.

“How could I when all I want to do is touch you,” He mutters, eyes appreciating every inch of my body. “Baby,” He says, biting his lips as he looks over me, “Every day I get to see you is like a blessing. But any time I have you like this, with your legs open and your cunt dripping for me,” He says, leaning forward, his tongue licks up my slit, making me moan. It was slow, soft, but leaving me feel like someone just electrocuted my body with how it craves him. He loved doing this, dragging it along to make sure I felt it. He smiles, looking me in the eyes, “It’s a miracle, one that I’m always and forever will be thankful for.”

“Yixing,” I mutter, looking down at him, “Please.” I need him. His hands on me and to forget about my feelings for a few moments. I wanted to get lost in the lust, in the primal need to feel pleasure for a few moments.

“I aim to please,” He mutters, before I feel a finger slip into me. I shutter, feeling him angle it perfectly to make me shiver. His hot tongue pressing onto my clit, making me grab onto his hair. We’ve been here before, but every time it feels like it’s better than the last. Yixing has been my Daddy for years and sex has never been boring with him. Every movement of his tongue, the addition of another finger made me want to cry it felt so good. He was sin personified as I glanced down, seeing him either with his eyes closed enjoying himself as he eats me out or looking at me directly, eyes wide and watching for every reaction my body gave him. When he started to suck at my clit was when I knew I wouldn’t last long anymore. I cried, telling him I was close. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. I moaned, feeling the beginning of my orgasm coming up. It was going to be one of those nights.

The bliss crashed into me, making me cry out his name. I was clawing at the ground and any part of him I could get my hand on. Even as I was yelling his name, clinging onto him, still he didn’t slow. He wanted another as his eyes looked at me, staring into me as he added another finger.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan, pressing my thighs against his head. I was grinding against his face, feeling tears come to my eyes as I feel myself tipping over the edge again. My yells of praise for him in the air, my mind turning to mush as I let myself go. I could feel tears falling from my eyes from how quick it was, how sensitive it is already. When I finally came back down, I looked to him, my chest heaving as I breathed in deeply.

This time, he pulls away, smiling. My wetness on his face as he just licks his lips, wiping the rest away with his shirt sleeve. Fuck, he was so sexy like this. He wasn’t like any Daddy I’ve had, any other man I fucked. He wants me to feel this bit of heaven. He cares about my pleasure. Everyone else just fucks me and would brag about the skills they don’t have. Yixing was different. God, he practically got off to giving me orgasms. Many nights we’ve spent together where he would just tie me up and make me fall from that peak over and over until I was drunk on the feeling and couldn’t walk. He would just watch, singing praises about me as his eyes were glued to me.

The best part of it is the looking in his eyes after. The pride, but not for himself. The pride in me that I would let him do this. How proud he was that I agreed to be his. The adoration he would have just watching me make me want to do anything for this man. How can I see the way he looks at me like this and not fall for him?

“Baby girl, you are the most beautiful woman,” he mutters, as I watch him start to undress. I reach behind me, taking off the bra as he takes his shirt off. I see the tattoo of the phoenix on his arm and the tiger on his other. One one of his forearms is a dagger tattoo, a perfect black and white replica of the dagger he used to kill the man who killed his mother. Over his heart, in Mandarin, said loyalty. I smile at him, seeing the man I could never get enough of looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

It was completely addicting, seeing him over me, under me, reaching his peak and knowing I’m the one that did that to him. And why I could never let him know my true feelings because I didn’t want to lose this.

“Please Daddy,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him as he pushes his pants and underwear down his hips. I pull him to me, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my core. I moan, looking and seeing it stained with my lipstick from earlier.

Yixing leans, pressing his lips to mine in a deep kiss. He didn’t care if he got lipstick on him when we kissed. I loved leaving lipstick stains on his body as he presses himself into me. It made me, for a moment, feel like he was mine. I wrap my arms around him, nails digging into his back. We haven’t used a condom for years now. Every other precaution we take but this. I wanted to feel him completely. God, the first time I asked him not to wear it, the look his eyes held made it feel like there was a river in my panties. He looked at me like I had given him a precious gift.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, against his lips, feeling him sliding slowing out. I wanted to fast. I didn’t want him to go slow, to make love to me. I can’t take slow, love making when I know the emotions were not there from him.

Before he could do anything. I feel cold water spraying. I look, seeing the sprinkler system on. Yixing growls, “Fuck,” He mutters. He pulls away, about to get up.

I tighten my legs around him, “Zhang Yixing, if you don’t fuck me this instant, I won’t let you touch me the rest of the goddamn night.”

He looks at me, lips stained in lipstick. The water soaking us both already, his hair dripping as the water rains down on us. He smirks, placing one of his hands on my hip, the other moving towards my head, gripping at the hair at the base of my skull. His hips smash into me so fast, in such a fluid motion I was immediately yelling. I was sensitive already, combine that with the way he can move just made me feel like I was made of jello.

His teeth bite into my neck, making me cry out, tears falling from my eyes. The hand on my hip moves, grabbing one of my hands and lacing our fingers together. His lips moved to my ear, whispering not filthy words or names, but praises, telling me I was beautiful and stunning, how he adores me and wanted me to have anything my heart could desire. My heart felt heavy, knowing that he was fucking me like I was a lover but knowing I was just his sugar baby.

I screamed out another orgasm, the mix of his hot body on mine and the cold water making me lose myself into these feelings. I desperately wanted to forget that he held no actual love for me. It was all just for my body.

He stilled, and I feel him come within me. He presses himself against me, collapsing as his lips were molding themselves to mine. They were soft, slowly kissing me. He pulls away, smiling at me.

He pulled away just as the sprinklers stopped. The water dripping into me as he just looks me in the eyes. “How was that, my queen,” He asks, smirking at me.

My emotions fighting in me to tell him the truth made me hesitate to speak. I just went with the playful flirting after a moment of pause. “If I’m the queen, are you my king,” I ask, catching my breath along with him.

“Of course,” He says, moving and leaving soft kisses on my shoulder and neck.

I smile, deciding to be playful in order to distract from my feelings, “Then aren’t queens suppose to have a crown? A throne?”

“I can have a crown made for you,” He says, “I’d rather have no one else as my queen. Everyone else would be jealous of you. Yellow gold? White? Covered in jewels?”

I roll my eyes, my mouth speaking before I could stop it. “If anything, I’d be the mistress.” I freeze after saying that, biting my lips closed.

Yixing moved, looking me in the eyes. He looked upset, but not angry, “Baby, for you to be the mistress, that would mean I would have to have someone else as my queen.” He shakes his head, “You are the only woman for me. No one else compares to you. I love you.”

It took everything I had to hold back a look of pain. That’s all I wanted, to be his. Not just his sugar baby, but his. To love and grow old together. He tell me he loves me all the time, but I know it isn’t true. He gets caught up in the moments easily. But hearing it all the same hurts. I smile, “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Even if I knew it was a lie. One day he would find a woman worthy of his love. Worthy to be his wife. “You know I just want to hear you praise me,” I say with a smile.

“And I love praising you,” He says, “We’re a perfect fit.” He smirks, “Besides, I thought you already knew where your throne was.”

I pout, confused, “No. Where?”

The mischievous look on his face told me I’d fallen for whatever little joke he was thinking of. He smiles, pressing his lips to mine, “Baby girl, you know your rightful throne is my face.”

I frown, a few hours before the sirens go off to signal the start of the Purge. I hear people talk about the Carnival with glee as I just pass by. I wore sweatpants, my hair up in a messy bun. I was picking at a pretzel from one of the stands along the street. The cinnamon sugar on it made me smile a little, trying to think about what I should wear tonight. The sweater I wore was too big as I walked along the street. I threw the trash away, looking at the shops. I just went to get something at my bank sorted, as they’ve been pestering me about it for a little while.

I feel a hand snake around my waist as I turn, seeing Yixing smile at me. I blush, looking at what I was wear. I push his face away, “Don’t look at me! I look awful!”

“You’re beautiful,” He says, swatting my hand away softly. His warm tone making me shiver a little.

“I’m not wearing makeup and I look like this,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I’ve seen you like this before, Babe,” He says, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. “What you asked me for, don’t you worry. The plan is ready,” Yixing mutters quietly.

“What are you doing out here,” I ask, smiling. It took everything I had to smile and not feel completely inferior and worthless when standing next to him. It bad enough I was average near him when I’m dressed to the nines, but even worse when next to him now. He wore the finest suit, the jacket probably in his car as his sleeves are rolled up his forearms. He looked like perfection. I was just a dumpster in comparison.

“Talking to my friend, Kyungsoo,” Yixing says, “He asked me for information on these doctors. A client of his wants them dead. It’s fine. What are you doing?”

“Just a little thing with the bank, it’s ok,” I say, shrugging. “I was just going to relax before… well, whatever you had planned for the night.”

“I just had an errand to pick up before I got a call from my friend,” Yixing says. Two women pass us, their eyes looking him up and down before moving to me. The glare of jealousy made me feel pride. Somehow I’ve tricked him into keeping me around. His eyes never left me. I stop, smiling before getting on my toes and pressing our lips together. His hands move to my hips, as he smiles against my lips before kissing me back.

He smiles, pulling away. “Baby, tonight will be very special.”

“Really,” I ask, before we start to walk again. The smile he gives me make me feel weak. This man treats me so well.

“Well it’s not every day my Baby asks for something,” He says with a small grin. “Well… unless it’s food.”

That made me wince internally. I need to diet, I know my love of food can’t be attractive. My stomach isn’t as toned as it use to be, and if I let myself slip more he’ll find another woman prettier and slimmer. If I let myself go, I’ll lose Yixing. I will never be the woman that is his wife, but like hell will I lose my place as the woman whose bed he seeks. “I just… it’s very important to me,” I mutter.

“I could tell,” He says, a small smile. “You never ask me for anything. All the gifts I give, you’ve never asked for any of it. I offer the world to you on a plate, money no option, and yet you’ve never told me anything you wanted. He leans in, mouth by my ear, “Well, unless it’s in the bedroom, that is.”

“That’s because you’re irresistible,” I whisper back, smirking. “Are you going to make me say those things later tonight too?” I stop, turning with my mouth right next to his ear, quietly whispering as I moan into his ear, “Daddy, please, faster! Harder! Fuck me and cum in my pussy, please!”

One hand moves my face, so he could press his lips to mine once more. His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he let his hunger for me take over a moment. With a bite to my bottom lip, he pull away. Yixing chuckles, “You know how to make me feel wanted.” He presses a kiss to my temple, before looking at his watch. “I have a little bit of business to attend to. Go to my place. It starts soon and the security there will keep you safe.”

I did just that. His house is grand, a huge mansion where a couple of members of the Triad live. I walked in, and they all knew me and have come to expect me. I spent the day in the bathtub and getting a massage from his personal masseuse. I had to be sure that I looked as good as I could tonight after he saw me looking like trash.

I could hear the siren, starting the Purge. I was in his walk in closet. A section of it was mine as I look between the dresses. I pick out a rather revealing one, showing off quite a bit of cleavage. It was navy, going to the floor. The thin straps on my shoulders. A cut going low, down between the valley of my breasts. I wore no bra or underwear, wanting to give Yixing a little treat.

It’s a treat for myself, too. It’s exhilarating when I see his eyes on me. Sometimes like I hypnotized him. This powerful man who could make people die in minutes and who had blackmail on even the most powerful people in this country was watching me. Sometimes he stared like I was a stunning beauty. Sometimes, his gaze was like he wanted to corrupt and devour me.

And I would let him in a heartbeat every fucking time.

I kept my makeup light, looking more natural as I looked at myself in the mirror. I look up, seeing Yixing leaning against the door frame, his eyes on me. I smile, turning and looking at him. He was still dressed similarly, but this time with no tie. The sleeves rolled up at his eyes travel over my body. I smirk, holding out a hand, gesturing to my dress. “This ok,” I ask, looking up with a smile.

“My baby is more beautiful than any model on earth,” He says, as I walk towards him. His hands on my lips as I feel his lips on my neck. I let out a small moan, feeling him biting and sucking a park there.

“You flatter me too much,” I mutter, closing my eyes and moving my head to give him more room.

“It’s the truth,” He mutters in my ear, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I’m lucky you let me anywhere near you.”

I was about to say something, but I feel him bite the skin of my neck, sucking harshly. I grab onto him, moaning louder as he pulls away, his eyes shining in amusement as he smirked at my reaction. He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as he escorts me towards the garden.

The garden is large, trees and flowers everywhere. After that is a large lawn with nothing but scattered trees here and there. I see what looks like a makeshift stage, lights there. A camera, a lot of people working like this is a show as I looked at Yixing. He just smiles, pulling me along. “I told you, darling,” He mutters, “I was going to make sure you got what you wanted.”

“Mr. Zhang,” Someone says, walking up briskly, “We’re ready for you.”

He glances at me, “I would ask if you want to help, but you hate getting your hands dirty with blood.” He points, as I see what looks like a comfortable large chair to the side. “After, I would like you and I to take a walk. To the lake, if that’s alright?”

“Absolutely,” I say, before I feel him press a kiss to my temple. I sit down, right beside the camera.

Yixing moves, before I see the person with the camera holding up her fingers. “Live in Five… four… three…” After that, she just showed her fingers going down. She pointed at Yixing, giving him a thumbs up.

He smirks, looking at the camera, “Good evening. I do hope everyone is enjoying their Purge night!” He grins, crossing his arms as he just looked right into the camera. “A night full of blood, murder and debauchery. Three of my favorite things! However,” He says, looking at the camera with a hint of annoyance. “You see, there has been a roach living in our city for a while. He scams young teens and guilts them into being his women and men of the night.”

He turns, holding hi arm out as two men drag Ferdinand out, holding his arms. His blacked hair was in his face as he looked around frantically. Over his mouth was some tape, causing no one to hear the words he’s trying to scream. His suit looked expensive, obviously ripped and damaged from where he was jumped, I assume. His eyes meet mine and he glares, fighting harder against the people who were holding him.

Crack!

The sound of Yixing kicking the man across the face felt like it was right next to me. Yixing glares, grabbing his hair and pulling him to look in his eyes. A knife in his hand as he held it to Ferdinand’s neck. “You glare at My angel one more time like that, and I’ll make sure you suffer more than you already will.”

Yixing lets him go, shoving his face away as he stands up straight again. “This man takes children from their families and forces them to work for him. He takes those who have been cast out from their families, promises them a better life. Everything they could ever dream,” Yixing glares, looking back at him, “But he lies. No longer.”

Ferdinand looks at Yixing as he rips the tape off his mouth. “All the people under your control are free. Under my protection for the rest of the night and, tomorrow, will be given cash in order to start a new life. Be it here or somewhere else. Every person who worked for you are currently being fed to the fishes in the harbor.”

“You can’t do this, Zhang,” Ferdinand growls, trying to pull away from the two men holding him. “I’ll give you anything you want. Let me go and we’ll talk this out.”

Yixing crouches, a camera moves to get a better shot. He smirks at him, “No can do. What my baby asks for, my baby gets. Nothing can stop it. No money you have, no item you own, no favor you promise will stop that.”

Ferdinand looks at me, glaring, “You fucking cunt! I’ll ki-”

Before he could do anything, I see Yixing take the long knife out, holding one of his ears and slicing. I hear a blood curdling scream as I just smile, seeing him suffer finally. Yixing looks at the ear in disgust, holding it before dropping it without a care. “I told you not to glare at her,” He mutters darkly, “Now, if you so much as look at her again, I’ll keep you alive until just before this night ends.”

My heart swells, hearing him so protective of me. The fierceness in his eyes as he glares in Ferdinand's eyes made me smile.

Yixing turned back to the main camera. “You all know him. The neighborhood pimp who thinks of himself to be the coming of Christ,” Yixing says, rolling his eyes. “How many times have we heard him call himself a god? That no one in the city was more powerful than he was?” Yixing looks back, scoffing, “I decided to call his bluff.”

I see three men carrying what looked like a heavy wooden cross up into the stage. Yixing just smiles, looking at it. “I decided, that for someone who calls himself god and the reincarnation of Christ, he deserves to suffer just the same.”

Ferdinand looks at him, his eyes full of fear as he watches them lay the cross down. A few people moving, pulling him over it as Yixing grabs a huge hammer, tossing the nails to other people to hold down.

One hand held down against the wood, a nail positioned and ready.

“This is for every single person whose lives you’ve infected,” Yixing mutters, as the camera moves closer. I stand, looking closer as I see him smash the hammer down. Ferdinand’s screams of pain were like music. The blood seeping out as He pushed the nail further and further so it would hold the hand there. Yixing smile looking over at me before moving on. The hands were easy, the legs are what is going to be difficult, but Yixing still hammered the nail into his feet.

After, he helped the people raise the cross, Ferdinand screaming in agony as it’s moved into a little hold made for it to stand up straight. Yixing smiles, looking at him. I smile, seeing as the man who was a nightmare to me scream in pain. I see him wet himself, making me laugh. I hope he feels pain for all that he’s caused. I hope he feels humiliated, like he’s trapped with nowhere to go.

Specks of blood are all over Yixing face, shirt and arms. He built up a sweat as he looks over at me. “Angel, should we leave him to suffer, or should we let him feel the flames of hell early?”

“End it,” I say, looking at the blonde man. “The quicker you’re done with him, the quicker you can focus back on me.”

“Anything you want, Darling,” He says, smiling as the people who work for him knew immediately to go get things to start the fire. Yixing looks at the camera, “He’s just the first. No one should be forced to work the streets if it isn’t their own choice.” I smile, watching them get a gas can and pour it on the hay they brought, as well as on Ferdinand. He looked at me, yelling screams and begging me to stop this. I just looked at Yixing. He was looking at me, smiling softly, “Next year, I’ll dismantle another empire built on pain and rape. I’ll do it until this city is clean of it, and my Baby is finally happy. I’d suggest you all either move to another city or give yourselves up.” Yixing smirks, looking back at Ferdinand for a moment, before glaring back at the camera, “Or this will be you next.”

He reaches in one of his pockets, dropping the knife to the ground as he takes out a zippo lighter. He flicks it open, the flame igniting as he tosses it on the hay and the gasoline that was poured on Ferdinand. The screams were loud, as He hops off the stage, “Keep it live until the flames go out. I want everyone to see what I’m willing to do for my beautiful baby.” He looks at me, taking a towel from one of the people behind the camera, wiping away the blood on his face and arms.

I take his hand, smiling as he leads me away, towards the lake on the other side of the estate. “Thank you,” I mutter, once we’re out of earshot, “For everything.”

He smiles, pulling me to sit by the bench near the lake. I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder as I listen to crickets and seeing the fish jumping out of the water. He moves his hand, resting it on my thigh as I feel him kiss my head.

“Baby,” He mutters, quietly. “I got something for you.”

I move, turning to him. I see him turn to me, taking my hands in his. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. I could feel my face heat up at this as he looks down at our hands. He holds mine, smiling. “Baby… this time we’ve had together has been great.”

I feel my heart stop. Tears start to fill my eyes as I remember hearing some other sugar babies talk about this. If your Daddy starts talking like this, he’s going to tell you he wants a new one. I shake my head, listening.

“We’ve been amazing, you and me,” He says, smiling, “There are so many days with you I will never forget. I-”

“Are… are you ending this,” I ask, feeling tears fall down my face. My heart hurt just with the thought of never seeing him like this. That there would be someone else to be his baby, that will get to be under him and receive all the praises he sings. “I-i’m sorry if I did anything wrong. Please don’t get rid o-of me.”

Yixing looks his, his eyes wide, “No, baby, not that! I would never.” He shakes his head, “Y/N,” He says, quietly, “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

I smile, feeling my heart soar. Good, he wasn’t replacing me yet. I still had some time to make any doubt he could have disappear.

I see him reach into his pocket, “I… I want to make this permanent. Us.” He says, looking up with a grin. He moves to the grass, one knee on the ground as he opens a small little box. “Somewhere along the lines, I fell for you. I love you. I tell you this all the time.” He blushes, “I… I’ve stopped thinking that you were my sugar baby for a long time. I never asked if you were my girlfriend because I thought you knew.” He shakes his head, smiling and showing me that amazing dimple, “I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m so sorry. Y/N, I want you. Not just for the night. I want you forever. As long as I live I want you next to me as an equal.” Yixing reaches out, wiping the tears from my face his the hand not holding the box with the ring. “I want the honor of being your husband. I want you, I want us,” He says, holding my cheek at he smiles, ��Will you marry me?”

I move, my knees falling to the ground as I pull him into the tightest hug. “I love you,” I say, crying. “I love you so much. I thought you would leave me when you wanted to marry. I thought I wasn’t good enough-”

“You are more than enough,” He says, kissing my forehead. “I adore you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” I say, moving and pressing my lips to his. “Fuck, Yixing, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

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Dear Blue Birb, - Waffle House Confessions

Summary: Martin joins Bill and Beverly at the waffle house to "practice lines". Martin seems to somehow get Bev to genuinely tolerate him, even getting her to open up about something she hasn't. It leaves Bill wanting to tell her something too.

Chapters 1 2 3 4 + AO3

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Bill comes to the conclusion that he should go along on whatever outing he asks Bev to go on with Martin. Just to supervise, make sure he doesn’t pull anything. He knows Martin meant it when he said he wanted a date, but Bill still can’t stand the idea of him being alone with Bev. She’s new this year, she doesn’t need to be immediately put off the school by the minority that Martin Addison is.

He already has Martin’s Snapchat in “has mutual friends” so it’s not very difficult to contact him. He sure as hell doesn’t want Martin to have his phone number. He’s not attached enough to his snap score to be above deleting his snapchat if he needed to. “You wanna meet me and Bev at the waffle house tonight? Going over lines.” he ends it with a period, showing he means business in his own passive aggressive way. He’s in no way here to make friends with him. He’s got enough friends.

The response comes quickly, it’s obvious the other teen has nothing better to do; though, Bill wouldn’t have thought he would. He agrees, there was almost no margin of a chance Bill would have gotten to get out of it. This is really his feeling of safety he’s talking about.

The evening comes too soon, and though Bill would usually be hungry for dinner by now, he’s so nervous that his stomach is turning over and over in knots. He hopes he’ll be able to eat though, he won’t be able to eat at home afterwards, he and Bev always go to the waffle house on Thursday because his parents are usually home and he doesn’t want so much to cook for himself when they’re around, the kitchen is an unwelcome place when it’s not just him. Though when he is alone it is like his own personal sanctuary.

Bill picks Beverly up from her house, he notices that there’s always a car in the driveway but he’s never met her parents, nor does she talk about them much. He elects to not ask though, seeing as he doesn’t talk about his family either. She slides into the passenger seat, she doesn’t get to sit there often, it’s essentially Eddie’s designated spot in their morning carpool.

“Hey,” she breathes out, her bag slung over her shoulder and her hair messy, flyaways on every angle of her head, just genuinely herself. Bill hasn’t told her Martin is joining them for their normal Thursday evening hang out, but hopefully she won’t be too upset when he slips into the booth with them, he can only hope.

“Hey, Martin is joining us,” he says quietly, pushing his left foot on the gas pedal again, trying to get the car moving before she could just get out at the idea of spending the evening with Martin Addison. If Bill has to do it, she should too. As well as the fact that Martin is fully ready to out him, Bill can’t let that happen.

“What?” Bev asks, looking uncomfortable already, her eyebrows going up in surprise, looking not angry, more so offended. She doesn’t like Martin Addison, not one bit. She’s already specifically uncomfortable with most boys, she has a hard time explaining why. Being the only girl in her group of friends is difficult, they don’t understand the danger of simply being a woman in America.

Bill sees her face and his heart sinks. All the losers trust him, but in that moment the trust and security in her face seems to drain away, and he’s never been more ashamed in the presence of one of his close friends. He may not have known Beverly for very long, but she’s just as much a part of their friend group as the ones who have always been around. Ben only moved here around five years ago, and Mike didn’t start going to Derry high with them until around three years before. The point is, Bev has found a place in all of their hearts, and thus a permanent place in their group.

“I’m sorry, I promised I’d help him go over the scenes we’re in, he isn’t that great at remembering lines and needed some help so I offered. If one of us in the cast fails, we all have failed,” he lies, though at least his reasoning seems valid enough, especially to Bev, who supposedly did theatre before she moved here. He feels awful lying, he avoids it as much as he can. But the prospect of his emails to Blue being leaked is even scarier than the idea of spending a few evenings with Martin Addison.

“Alright,” Bev sighs softly, “He’s sitting on the opposite side of the table to us, I’m sitting next to you, not him, and it’s not getting personal,” she says, her voice steady and serious, setting the ground rules for them. Nobody likes Martin, and she wouldn’t be an exception.

They get to the waffle house, Martin already had been dropped off by his mom and is standing in the area by the front door, looking out through the glass and visibly brightening when he sees them, he doesn’t seem to know how much he’s disliked, maybe it’s better that way. He steps out of the way to let them push the door open, immediately engulfed by a warmth only familiar to restaurants. “I picked us a booth, it’s by the window though and I don’t know how you guys would feel about it but the window seat just looked nice,” he rambles out. It almost makes Bill feel bad for him, he obviously craves friendship. Though he can’t excuse that he blackmailed him to get here.

“Window seat is fine,” Bill says quickly, snapping out the words, he’d just reminded himself the context of the situation. He has to get Bev to be nice, doesn’t mean he has to be. He’s often a nice person more in his head than in practice, but he doesn’t see it necessary to be kind to a blackmailer, which may be a bad decision in itself. This is about Martin knowing things he could tell others, after all.

“Yeah, I like that booth,” Beverly says absently. She’s trying to distract herself from the situation about as much as Bill is. If only she knew the half of it, she’d probably be a lot more sympathetic.

But Bill isn’t ready to come out. He doesn’t know why, his parents would probably not care, his friends would be cool with it, heck, they all know Eddie’s gay, he came out to them only in late middle school. He doesn’t seemingly have anything to lose, he just doesn’t have the balls to tell anyone upfront yet.

He thinks maybe he’ll come out once he hits college, it seems like the perfect life transition. Faking it through high school, then going to college and be able to “gay it up” all he wants. He could listen to musicals and wear all sorts of rainbow paraphernalia, but he’s just not ready for that yet.

They go over to the booth, the ketchup and mustard bottles decorated with googly eyes and a black construction paper jack o lantern grin, the cafe doing its little bit to prepare for the Halloween season, Bill already knows what his costume is going to be. He and Eddie are going to be Buzz and Woody from Toy Story, they often do partnered costumes, have since they were young.

Bill pulls the script out of his bag, the others following suit. Martin drops his on the table dramatically as he plops on the worn faux leather seat. The red shade of the booth is fading, which probably would look okay if it weren’t for the long stripes of duct tape covering the holes formed from years of use. “What scene do you want to start at?” he asks, looking over at Bev for the answer, not really in the mood to hear Martin talk again.

“From the top. It’s easiest that way,” she announces, looking over at Martin with a less than pleased expression. He’s sitting there and looking over the menu, licking his lips at the images, it only sends a shiver down her spine.

“Martin, you listening?” Bill looks over and asks, shoving his shoulder gently enough, just to get his attention on the task at hand. Maybe Bev would be able to tolerate him more than Bill can.

They do sit and go over lines in hushed monotone voices for a while, Martin’s slowly getting more dramatic, making obvious efforts to impress Bev. It’s not exactly working but she can admire his bravery, using his outdoor-loud-projected voice inside a diner with only one other table seated.

They hit the break between the two acts, leaving them a break to order waffles, Bill hoping and praying to himself that Martin won’t pull anything. Bev probably wouldn’t take any flirting. A few bites in, Martin makes a joke and Beverly actually laughs, and it seems genuine. And for now, Bill feels safe.

He pulls out his phone and refreshes his email, seeing the bold text of an unopened message from Blue, which tugs temptingly at Bill’s heart strings, he wants to open it now but he knows he can’t in here, not with Bev’s prying eyes right next to him. “Gotta take a leak,” he excuses himself, sliding out of the booth.

Bev and Martin are too deep in conversation to notice Bill not going in the direction of the bathroom, the bathroom here isn’t too clean, but instead he goes right out the front door and opens the email.

Dear Big B,

Halloween is coming up, I think you mentioned you had plans? I don’t know what I’m gonna do on the 31st quite yet. Probably just stay home and eat the orange Halloween Oreos. They’re the best kind, and you can fight me on that.

Do you have plans with friends? Or something with your family. You haven’t brought up a younger sibling but I assume you have one based on your email address, are you taking them trick or treating?

Sorry for such a short email, night with my mom, hope to catch up more soon.

Sincerely yours,

Blue Birb.

Bill smiles at the playfulness of the first paragraph, though the question of the second one hurts a bit. He’s been on his toes waiting for that question. There’s a reason he hasn’t asked about Blue’s choice in email address. He doesn’t want to explain his, it would give him away. He’ll always be known to Derry as the kid whose brother died in the fifth grade, at least to those who have lived here since then.

He tries to brush it off, hearing the jingle of the opened door behind him, expecting to see Bev or Martin finally coming to seek him out now that they surely must have realized he’s not in the bathroom. Instead, a blonde boy comes out, his eyes a shining blue that reigns similar to Bill’s own eyes. “Hey,” the other teen breathes out, a puff of warm air hitting the cool air becoming visible for a few moments, a true sign of the incoming fall and winter weather.

“Hey,” Bill smiles back smoothly, shutting his phone off and shoving it into his pocket swiftly, somehow paranoid that this total stranger would read his private emails with his anonymous lover. It’s silly, really, but he almost likes the feeling of having a nice secret to himself, even through the moments of wanting to shout about Blue from the rooftops. He has this just to himself, and it makes him feel special for about the first time since he was young.

“Food okay?” the boy asks, brushing his hands on his apron absently, the same busboy who had served the table Bill was sitting at before. Bill offers the nervous teen a smile, trying to pass him some sort of comfort, Bill would like to consider himself less than threatening.

“Yeah, really good, as always,” Bill says with a coy smile. He’s only ever so charming when he’s making no effort to do so. It’s ended in numerous school dances with girls he doesn’t like, he never had any intention to attract them, obviously. He doesn’t even like girls. Or does he? He’s not even sure about that yet. All he knows is that he had dream after dream about Daniel Radcliffe after reading the Harry Potter series when he was thirteen.

“Good,” the boy says with his own smile, obviously mostly done with the conversation. Bill could almost take him for smitten with him. His mind begins to wander, if only he knew who Blue is. He likes it being anonymous, mostly because then Blue doesn’t know who he is, it feels safe. But other times he yearns with all of himself to hold the other boy’s hand.

Bill steps back inside, the warm air soothing his cooled skin. He shoves his hands into his pockets and sliding back into the booth next to Beverly, who’s still deeply engrossed in a conversation with Martin. Maybe getting Martin a full fledged date with her wouldn’t be so hard. Bill thinks that, at least until Martin asks why Bev moved to Derry, which she always avoids talking about, even with the losers.

“Well, uh, some stuff happened with my dad, my mom left him and kinda just ran and left me living with him. He wasn’t... great and now I moved here with my aunt,” she says, visibly uncomfortable reliving the subject of the story, “But that’s behind me.” she ends with a certain finality, to most people it would very obviously mean she’s not going to talk about it anymore.

“Well, your dad can suck my dick. You deserve better than that. You’re a princess and you deserve a goddamn prince. Don’t get me wrong, you aren’t a damsel in distress, no knight needed. But you deserve a prince who will take care of you,” Martin says, slamming a fist on the table, Bev obviously becoming rigid with the words. She’d rather not think of her father in relation to other guys under any circumstances. He’s behind her, those experiences are behind her, and if she tries hard enough, they don’t even feel like her own.

“Yeah…” she mumbles in a soft voice, rubbing her neck awkwardly and looking down at a spot on syrup on the table, shaking her head ever so slightly to watch the square of fluorescent light dance over the sticky droplet.

“No, seriously, say it, Beverly Marsh deserves a fucking prince,” Martin says, his voice demanding and only gaining volume in the small, nearly empty diner. It makes Bev squirm a little in her seat, mortified now that it’s being shouted alongside her name. “Bev, I said say it! I’m gonna keep saying it until you admit it,” Martin eggs her on, getting up on his knees on the bench to seem bigger than he is. He cups his hands around his mouth, “Beverly Marsh deserves a prince,” he chants, probably getting it out two and a half times before Bev shoots up from her seat.

“Fine, Martin! I deserve a fucking prince,” she says, matching his volume with her pent up frustration, panting for air once the words come out. “Fuck you,” she sighs out as she sits again, red in the face. She doesn’t mean it in full malice, moreso relief. She doesn’t yell often, and though the situation wasn’t ideal, it felt good to raise her voice once in a while.

The rest of the evening goes on pretty normally. Martin’s mom comes to pick him up. Finally. Bill couldn’t take another minute of him. The goal may have been to get Bev to like him to protect Bill’s closeted status, but it still made his blood boil to see Bev laugh and smile along with Martin’s words.

He pulls his autumn jacket back over his shoulder with a huff as the door closes behind Martin. Finally alone with his friend again. The saddest part is that Martin knows his biggest secret but one of his best friends doesn’t. He slides out of the booth and puts his hand out to Beverly, quite gentlemanly so if he would say so himself. “Back to the car m’lady?” he purrs in a voice that aligns with his character in the show.

“Oh so now you decide to be dramatic and go along with it.” She rolls her eyes at him, taking his hand and sliding her way out of the booth, the slight heel of her shoes clicking quietly on the linoleum.

“But of course, Martin is gone,” he jokes, already pulling her to the car, watching the busboy from earlier wipe down tables and now feeling out of place now that it’s closing time. He finds that he feels out of place a lot, like as if he’s a unicorn in a sea of zebras. It’s not always bad though, just a bit isolating.

She follows him, moving a bit faster than he is, her legs are shorter and she falls about a head shorter than him overall, getting the slightest bit winded trying to keep up with his long gait. “Hey, maybe he isn’t so awful, just misunderstood, that’s all,” she says. Miss Beverly “try and find the good in people” Marsh back at it again. But this is the first time it’s really made Bill hurt and he can’t even tell her why.

He slows down after he notices her struggle. He doesn’t mean to go so fast. He assumes it’s his subconscious trying to run off some steam. He doesn’t mean to take it out on her, or anyone really. He’s just not used to being this stressed. He’d kept this to himself for so long, so many held breaths and quiet moments that could have been moments mapping out his coming out story. Instead he’s stayed in the closet, and all he has to show for it is some romantic emails with a boy he isn’t even sure he’s met. He hopes, maybe even begs the universe, that this could be a part of an amazing love story too.

He gets into the driver’s seat wordlessly, letting his eyes wander to peek over at Bev getting in on the passenger side. He waits for her buckle to click before he turns to her, “What was that about? In the waffle house, about your dad I mean,” he asks in a soft voice. He wouldn’t make her talk if she didn’t want to. He knows how that can be. St-st-stuttering Bill would know best.

“My dad just wasn’t that great sometimes. He’d take me to the movies and buy me ice cream but that doesn’t make up for.. Y’know,” she says softly, and of course Bill knows. It’s just the kind of thing that doesn’t need to be said out loud. The kind of thing that makes even grown men cry when they talk about their own experiences if they’ve been unlucky enough to have them. And in that moment, Bill knows Bev hasn’t talked aloud about this, maybe to anyone.

He feels almost as if he owes her something of equal weight. Beverly Marsh just grew ten times stronger in his perception with just those few words. He can only hope to be that brave. “Bev, I’m gay.”

“Yeah?” she replies, a bit taken aback with the suddenness after the solemn quiet only moments before. “You know that’s okay, right?” she follows up after seeing his face fall at her reaction.

“Yeah- yeah, you’re not- surprised?” he asks, looking down at the glovebox, finding it hard to meet her eyes.

“Not particularly. It’s not a big deal, right?” she says, bringing herself down a little in hopes of pulling his gaze back up to meeting her own.

“I’ve just- I’ve never told anyone before,” he says sheepishly, his blue eyes flickering to the backseat for just a second. Coming out somehow felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders again, though it feels a bit wrong not to bring up Blue or the emails or the blackmailing. But she may just be mad he used her, even though it’s not like that. With Martin knowing but nobody else he’s almost felt like he was being watched at all times, eyes glued to his back.

“I’m proud of you,” Beverly says back to that, he eyes shining in a way Bill hasn't seen them shine before, and for once since all this. He feels at ease. He finally drives Bev home and goes up to his room, sighing before his laptop screen.

Dear Blue Birb,

Yeah I have halloween plans, this guy who sits with my friends, Stan is having a Halloween party and we’re going to that as a group. I don’t know if I’m dressing up this year. My brother goes to a school where he’s not home much.

Bill swallows a little at the lie, he’ll have to correct that later if they ever do reveal their identities and Blue finds out the true state of his brother, but for now the only thing he really feels bad about is lying about Georgie. He doesn’t like hiding things about his brother, he feels like it’s disrespectful to him to seem so secretive about his existence, but he has to convince himself that just for now it’s okay. Only to protect his identity.

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