#i don’t want them to do anything purely for the sake of irritating fans (yes even ‘toxic’ fans) that’s just stupid

[goldensunset]

imo kairi deserves to go through the mark of mastery exam during her training with aqua and become a master. kh fans would get angry (esp if she becomes master before sora) and say that it came out of nowhere but kairi has fought so hard to prove her strength and went back to training for a second time. i think she is more than qualified.

see i very much agree that it only makes sense for kairi to eventually be acknowledged as a master if she’s training under aqua. i just don’t think it should be rushed. i certainly hope it won’t. the wayfinders were training for so long. sora and riku had been off adventuring for so long. i don’t want her training to be an offscreen timelapse please. but ig if kairi did get recognized as a master before sora at this point, it would honestly make sense, given how she’s actively training while he’s far from everyone and everything he knows rn.

(unless one of the lost masters decided to be nice and recognize him as one lol. which could happen. actually that’s what i want to happen tbh. ‘villain shows a hero more respect in some way than the hero gets from even their own allies’ is such a good trope. trying again to convince yen sid that he’s worthy feels like a tiring waste of effort. not as satisfying imo. but it would be really cool to come home newly bearing the title of master from somewhere else just to spite the traditional measure of success that they expected of him.)

anyway. if kairi became a master before sora, it would suck if that plot point primarily served as a cheap shot at sora by having kairi ‘beat’ him at this. (it would be genuinely impressive if the writers found a way to mistreat sora even more than they’ve mistreated kairi. i know they really dunked on sora in kh3 but still that would really be saying something.) because that’s STILL treating kairi as a narrative prop for sora, but in the hashtag feminist way this time.

i’m afraid of kairi getting pushed aside and treated like garbage again but i’m also afraid of them deciding to go the exact opposite route and suddenly girlbossify her overnight. when has she ever been that kinda person? when has anyone ever truly wanted that for her? her struggles and relative weakness have always been a big part of her. that doesn’t have to be written like a bad thing. maybe she’ll overcome it and become a true master. maybe she won’t. either is fine tbh. they just need to address all this stuff in canon, one way or another.

essentially i see no reason to have kairi do this whole keyblade wielder training thing at all unless it’s a character development delivery device for her. she needs her own character arc focusing on her feelings and desires more than anything else. not saying she has to abandon her love for her friends or anything, but she should at least think about what they all mean to her. if they’re not gonna do that for her then there’s legitimately no point to anything they’re doing. all she needs is agency of some kind.

[meetmeatthecoda]

Okay so, I wanted to offer my two cents on that ask about Liz’s reaction in Luther Braxton: Conclusion. This is NOT meant as an attack on anyone—I find it 100% valid that the OG nonny (and anyone who related to them, including you dear Coda 💖💖💖) feels the way they do; they can’t control how they reacted to Liz any more than I can control how I reacted to that ask. Plus like, this is all fiction so no harm done? I purely wish to share my perspective, not ~present a counterargument~ or anything like that. :) Apologies in advance for how long this got. 😅😅😅

I get why you would react negatively to Liz’s screaming at Red, but I feel like?? That incident of all the times she’s treated him unjustly was (one of?) the most reasonable. Now, how she continues to act afterwards (regarding the Fulcrum but also, like, for the rest of the show welp) is 100% a continued bad decision in so many ways on her part and reflects terribly on her character, but her reaction in the immediate aftermath?? IDK, I feel the need to kind of defend her, probably because I absoluuuutely saw myself in her when she did that. I’ve (I shamefully admit) yelled, shoved, and even kicked at loved ones when they just wanted to comfort me but their attempts made me feel cornered and small. I’ve made logically unbased and ethically/emotionally unfair accusations against people who’ve done nothing but try to help me when I just needed something to get them away (literally or otherwise). When I just needed to attack something—take out my frustrations and confusion and fear and anger on someone. (And if Liz was like that, she might have latched onto Red as her target because he was the closest thing—physically, emotionally, and even in relation to the cause of that confusion and anger itself.) I have inflicted real harm on people while in an unsettling or unfamiliar mental state—harm that I couldn’t take back even when I could look back with a clear(er) mind and realize I never should have said/done any of that.

(Also, side note: when I first watched that ep and I saw Liz screaming at Red not to touch her?? I’d actually thought they were depicting her as being touch-averse due to the trauma and/or overstimulation, and I was?!! Like, call me badly coping but I appreciate seeing characters not being comfortable or straight-up being aggressive about being touched, even for just a moment, because that is me 24/7. Then of course a few more seconds and it turns out it’s not actually that?? Liz is just repulsed by Red’s Bad Guyness again apparently?? Whenever I rewatch the ep I still choose to see it as overstimulation though because, well… my heart is clearly very talented at choosing comfort characters for me. 🥲🥲🥲)

So speaking from personal experience, coming out of a trauma (or revisiting an unresolved one) is so stressful that it’s only natural to react explosively—even to the extent of unfairness and unreasonableness—in an attempt to protect or heal yourself, whether that attempt be justified or not. And honestly, I could even make the argument that for Liz, her attempt was to some extent justified. Of course Red would never hurt her, but sometimes a person needs breathing space. Like, literally needs. Maybe for the sake of her mental stability/health, Liz should have had her first moments coming up from her trance to herself. Does that make sense?? IDK if I made any sense there; I just know that while I never could have gotten to the place I’m at now without the EVENTUAL professional and personal support I’ve been blessed with, I also can’t fathom how much more mental anguish I would have experienced if I’d had people who knew me (or like, the “closest person” in Liz’s case) see me in the immediate aftermath of my trauma. Just… The state I was in? Yikes, am I glad only I saw myself pull myself together; I’d have had so much more to worry about with others seeing me like that. That might just be me and totally inapplicable to Liz of course, so I digress!

I’m not saying Liz isn’t responsible for her words/actions simply because they happened while she was in utter emotional upheaval and under mental and physical duress—Red definitely did NOT deserve that treatment from her. He did NOTHING WRONG. But with that kind of complex angst comes the inevitably mixed but nonetheless potent reactions of fans, I completely understand that. Everyone has different experiences and thus different viewpoints, and that’s fine and totally healthy in my book. Still, something about that discussion struck a chord with me—you can (and should) hold someone accountable for the harm they do while mentally unstable, but it’s possible and also healthy to do that without, yourself, harboring anger or resentment against them, you know? I had to teach myself (and those around me) that, so I guess I just wanted to put it out there. Again, I don’t mean to start anything and I’m so, so sorry if I inadvertently have. I hope it’s okay that I came here to explain my thoughts (and so wordily too, ack I’m sorry), and if not, I won’t anymore. Thank you for hearing me out this time though, I really appreciate it. :)

Dear anon!! 🤗🥰❤️ Firstly, I want to thank you for your kindness & respect for other's opinions!! This ask was worded in the sweetest, most considerate way & I appreciate it very much!! There's absolutely no need to apologize for having your own opinion & perspective, especially when you share & explain it so nicely, so never fear!! 😊❤️ Moving on to the meat of your ask - which is in regards to this previous one - you make such a good point!! When you look at it that way, the Luther Braxton Post-Memory-Unearthing Screaming Explosion is perhaps Liz's most justifiable negative reaction in the series LOL I guess looking back from where we are now - knowing all about & being completely fed up with all of Liz's awful writing & characterization in the subsequent seasons - it's easy to dismiss her reaction in Luther Braxton as something unreasonable & irritating & unfair to Red (which, to some extent - as you graciously allow - it is). But - as you generously point out - while that's a valid way of looking at it, it's also definitely worth examining from another point of view!! And I think your point of view (in everything ofc, but particularly in this) is so valuable!! I can relate at least on some level... I have definitely snapped at people, even those trying to help me, verbally & otherwise, when I lost my temper & just needed some space!! In fact, I think that's a pretty universal stress reaction & it's not necessarily something to be super ashamed of (but definitely something to be aware of & work on - a good reminder for us all!!) & it's definitely not a stretch to imagine Liz was going through something similar after being effectively water-boarded & having her memories so unceremoniously rifled through!! And, after all, Liz has one thing we generally don't... a perfect, convenient, willing catalyst for all the negative things in her life: Red (however undeserving of that title he may be.)

(And re: sidenote of touch-averse!Liz - Omg, I definitely thought about that being their angle at first too!! While I don't usually default to reacting that way myself [kind of the opposite for me usually LOL] I know that plenty of people do & it's 1000% valid as a coping mechanism & honestly??? A touch-averse Liz would be one of the more realistic reactions she's ever had 😂😭 especially considering the circumstances!! And hey, no shame about gravitating towards that interpretation bc it's 1) less painful for you & 2) you like comfort characters bc you 👏 do 👏 you 👏 but also?? I can't say anything bc the reason that I like that interpretation??? I love the angst of an overwhelmed & touch-averse!Liz unintentionally shattering Red's heart by completely rejecting his well-meaning physical comfort anddddd I'm not sure what that says about me tbh 😂😂😂)

Long story short, anon, you made perfect sense here, not to worry!! You were so respectful & cognizant of others' feelings, thank you so much for that, it doesn't go unnoticed!! You bring such a good point to the discussion with your perspective & outlook & I'm so thankful you chose to contribute!! I loved reading your thoughts & don't worry at all about the length, I appreciate your thoroughness!! (Plus, we all know I'm hardly one to talk, I never use one word when twenty will do 😂) Please don't hesitate to come back to my inbox any time to discuss whatever you like, I always love a little bit of friendly TBL conversation, especially since the show as we know it is so abruptly & unexpectedly over 😭 Yes, still grappling with that, in case you were wondering 🥲 Anyway, thank you again for your lovely ask, anon, I appreciate you greatly, & much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

[colorfullfalls]

Worst to best night

Reader x Embry Call

(In this Jake never imprints on Nessie, he ends up imprinting on a girl his age named Callie)

Black mechanics had a busy day. Three customers showed up without calling in, and Jacob was livid. Hot sun beating down on the garage only made it ten times hotter inside. A quileute wolf's blood ran naturally warm without humidity blasting them. Garages usually stayed open for 8 hours in the area, but Jake was usually willing to work however long until he was exhausted.

Today was different. His sweet Callie was waiting for him and he had to miss seeing her. Jake's temper was slowly slipping out of grasp. Quil and Embry, hired as mechanics, noticed his anger and were giving eachother annoyed looks as Jake kept snapping at them.

To progress, each man worked on a different vehicle. Embry and Quil liked to joke around while they worked, but this day Jake was not a fan. Embry smiled as Quil tripped over a wire. The two shared a look and busted out laughing. Jake rolled his eyes and bit his tongue from saying anything.

"Quil, hand me the light dude." Jake said ten minutes later.

"I don't know where it is. Em had it last." Quil retorted, his long frame coming out from under the truck he had been working under. Motor oil smeared on his face as he rubbed it sheepishly from Jake's hard stare.

"It's a big fucking light, how do you not know where it is?" Jake stone voice pierced the air.

Embry rolled his eyes. Jake was being irritating. None of them were in a peachy mood and he wasn't making it any better. Hostile environments also weren't Embry's thing. He just wanted to defuse the situation.

"Here."

Jake nodded his head in acknowledgement as he took the light. Embry flipped him off when he wasn't looking before returning to his task. For a while work was carried out silently, only old 80's songs playing lightly could be heard. Although the atmosphere was calm, inside Jake wasn't. His veins were pulsating as he fumbled to still work. God, he wanted to be home. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Embry's imprint and wife, Y/N, and Callie pulled into the parking lot of the shop and parker up as close as she could to avoid getting drenched by the rain on her way in. La Push was rain 70% of the time. Either adapt or hate life.

Embry called his wife an hour earlier to tell her to not make dinner for him and Quil because they wouldn't be home for a long time. His tone held guilt and sorry as he explained it, but his lovely woman assured him that it was fine. Nothing to fret over.

Y/N was annoyed at whoever dropped off their vehicles without calling in because it set the boys back. Why the boys agreed to work on them was beyond her. Good men, the three of them were.

She knew that the mechanics wouldn't go get food if so much was left to do, so she bought Chinese food and decided to surprise them. Ordering 5 containers of general tsos, 3 containers of orange chicken and 4 boxes of fried rice was embarrassing, but she still did it out of love.

She called Callie to come with her because Jake was taking a tantrum about his soiled evening, and she wanted to put him in a better mood. Not only for his sake, but the guys too. Y/N didn't appreciate Jake's pissy attitude towards Embry and Quil, but she understood how wolves get antsy when they're away from their imprint for too long. Hell, she even got cranky when she didn't see Em for a while.

Together they grabbed the food, plates, cups and drinks and ran for the door. Before they could open it, Quil pulled it open and stepped aside.

"Ooh, ladies.." his eyes wandered across the bags and his nose picked up on the smell, "Yes! Ladies with food! It's as if you heard our grumbling stomachs. Have I ever said how much I love you guys?"

Y/N kissed his cheek as he took some of the bags from you to help, "love you too, kid."

Jake stood up and ran to Callie, kissing her face all over and spinning her around. The couple's intimate moment was alike every time a wolf saw their imprint after being apart. Y/N grinned, happy to have helped.

Embry wiped his hands off on a rag before coming to take the rest of the bags from Y/N while giving her a peck on the lips. She hummed in pure bliss at his close proximity. They set the food down on the back table and we're grabbing benches and random chairs to sit.

"You're my savior, like always. Missed you so much today." Embry whispered into Y/N's ear from behind as he wrapped his arms around her.

She laughed, body naturally melting back into him, "I missed you too, lover boy. C'mon, let's eat guys. You must be starved."

Five adults chewed, laughed, and talked happily as they enjoyed their well deserved dinner. The chemistry between the group was buzzing as they shared stories about how their day went.

"Jake was a dick all day. If it weren't for you guys showing up, we may have killed him." Quil exaggerated, winking at Embry.

"I was a dick. M' sorry about that, didn't mean to take it out on you guys because it wasn't fair. But God damn, how do people not have the common courtesy to not just drop their shit off?" Jake ranted, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

Callie patted his arm, "People are half wits, Jacob. Dealing with them comes with running a business," she turned to the boys with a beautiful smile on her cheerful face, "thank you for dealing with the grumpy guy all day."

"His anger was reasonable cuz we were frustrated too- I had been itching to get home to Y/N." Embry confessed, looking at his wife that was showing orange chicken in her mouth.

She caught his eyes and shrugged with a blush as she shoved the rest of it in, "good food.." she mumbled.

Embry chuckled, admiring how goofy the love of his life was. Y/N was just so refreshing to see after the shitty day he had and her showing up washed his bad attitude away. Now he was all smiles. They all were.

"Tomorrow I say we have a fun day at the beach and later have a fire or something. Relax and unwind a bit, yanno?" Quil brought up, his tongue poking out to lick the sauce at the side of his mouth. A chorus of yes came from the group.

Y/N wiped her face with the back of her hand before picking up her fortune cookie. Her nimble fingers tore off the wrapper. She cracked the cookie and took out the little slip of paper.

"A new love is around the corner. Open your heart and it shall arrive..." She read out loud. Her face looked deep in thought as she set it down. Embry grinned at the cliche fortune, pulling her close for a second to kiss her forehead.

"Lame. Your man is right there. Let's hope my fortune is better." Callie said, grabbing hers.

"Actually... It's kind of right. I was going to tell you in a more thought out way but now is good... Embry, I'm pregnant." Y/N softly said, her eyes staring deep into his.

Everyone's mouth dropped in surprise at the news. Embry quickly grabbed her face in his large hands and kissed her passionately, the warmth of his hands seeping into her skin. Callie, Jake, and Quil clapped as he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers for a moment. He smiled smittenly and shook his head, pulling her into his lap to hold her close.

"There goes my wine drinking buddy.." Callie teased, nudging Y/N's foot with hers.

"Got that right, Y/N will not be drinking. Or doing anything remotely dangerous." Embry sternly said, pulling her closer to him with a kiss to her hair.

Quil snorted, "This will be a fun 9 months of Y/N living in bubble wrap.."

"Uh huh" she protested. The group laughed as they all set into a comfortable silence. The couple would be the first out of the pack to have a kid, even before Sam and Emily.

"Happy for you man" Jake said with a nod of his head.

"Thanks Jake... Wow, this day really went from shit to one of the best days of my entire life." Embry beamed.

Rest of the evening was spent talking about potential baby names. Some silly ones were thrown out there, but it was nice to get ideas. Y/N and Embry shared a look and knew immediately that their baby would be loved by their aunts and uncles. But of course, not more than he or she was loved by their parents.

[lilyandersonn]

All Too Well // D.W

Chapter One // Series Masterlist here

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Bailey Walker (OFC)

Series summary: (Supernatural AU) Bailey Walker has spent the last year picking up the pieces of her failed relationship. Just when she thinks she is almost whole again, the rug is pulled from underneath her yet again. Her life is a mess, she's a mess, and yet throughout it all, she finds herself growing close to somebody she's spent eight years pushing away. Bailey can feel Dean worming his way back into her life and consequently her heart, but she's been burned before, can she find it in herself to trust him again?

Chapter warnings: maybe a little angst?

Words: 2949

AN: This is an AU. Pretty much everybody is alive and just living their best apple pie lives. Hunting isn’t a thing, they’re all just normal people. I don’t have a beta reader, so I do apologise for any mistakes that I didn’t pick up on when editing :)

Chapter One

“Jess, can you please stop that?”

The infuriating sound of paper flapping, which had Bailey’s clenching her hands so tightly that her fingernails were leaving crescent shaped indentations on her palm, immediately ceased. The pain was only a minor inconvenience in comparison to the unbearable, choking humidity that had turned her tiny apartment into a temporary sauna.

“I can’t help it,” Jess said with a whine, unable to resist the temptation of fanning herself and picking the newspaper back up, “maybe if you fixed your AC, I wouldn’t have to.”

Bailey, in a fit of pure frustration, pulled her sweat soaked shirt over her head in a futile attempt at cooling herself down. The heat plaguing her apartment had Bailey willing to do just about anything to escape it, and that didn’t exclude stripping off in-front of her best friend.

“I already told you, my AC doesn’t need fixing.” Bailey quipped, the sticky heat making her more irritable than usual as she dragged herself into the kitchen in search of something, anything, that would cool her down.

Unfazed at her best friend’s state of undress, Jess rolled her eyes at Bailey’s ongoing determination that her AC was in fact not broken; even though it had all the effect of an old asthmatic man standing in the corner breathing on them. It was beyond her that somebody who hated the heat so vehemently, would be so opposed to the idea of fixing the one thing that would cool her apartment down.

“You could just ask Dean—”

Bailey, who had found a bottle of water shoved at the very back of the fridge and had been just about to down it, whipped around so fast that she was worried she may get whiplash.

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” Jess said exasperatedly, hands on her hips, “he isn’t that bad. And he’ll probably do it for free.”

“Yes, Jess, he is that bad. I’d rather pay somebody than have that man in my apartment.”

Jess grinned, “Ah, so you admit you need somebody to fix it.”

Scowling in her best friend’s direction, Bailey opened the bottle and chugged half of the icy cold liquid in one go, instead of coming up with a sarcastic retort like she wanted to.

“So, I need to tell you something,” Jess said slowly, hesitating as she watched in amusement whilst Bailey chugged the water and simultaneously shimmied her sweaty denim shorts down her legs, “Bails, if you were gonna strip for me, you could have at least worn matching underwear.”

If it were anybody else, that comment would have her cheeks burning read and stuttering. But Jess had seen Bailey in much worse states, and vice versa, to the point where they would have to do something really scandalous for either of them to bat an eyelid.

“You would be lucky to have me strip for you, Hello Kitty briefs and all."

Choosing to put an end to the exchange, Jess cleared her throat and continued with what she had been waiting – no, dreading – to say, “So, there’s no easy way to say this and I’m just going to come right out and say it. Sam invited Chris to the wedding, and well, he’s RSVP’d.”

The revelation came with a grimace, as though she’d just ignited an explosive and was waiting for the big show.

“And?” Bailey asked, as though waiting for another part to the story.

Jess raised an eyebrow, perplexed by her seemingly blasé attitude towards the news. "And you're okay with that?"

Bailey faltered at that; she knew in her mind she wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay in a very long time, but it had always been so easy to pretend otherwise when everybody around her were so terrified of even mentioning her ex-boyfriend’s name.

Almost a year had passed since their three-year relationship had come to an end, but Bailey was still stuck in the same cycle of going to work, faking wholesome smiles and conversation with customers, pretending that she didn’t feel like her whole life was crumbling around her, and then coming home to an empty apartment to mourn a life she almost had.

One day Bailey would look back and feel nothing but embarrassed at the thought of all the time she’d spent grieving a relationship that was long since over. But that day didn’t seem to be on the near horizon.

Forcing her lips to curve up into something that resembled more of a grimace than a smile, Bailey finally spoke, “Yeah, I’m okay with it. It’s just one day, and besides, it’s your guys’ day, not mine. You deserve to have whoever you want there.”

In the back of her mind, Bailey knew she couldn’t have expected Sam not to invite Chris. They’d been best friends at one point, maybe not so much anymore but they were still friends, and so it was no shock that he would be invited.

Despite noticing the way Bailey’s hazel eyes looked slightly glassy and the hesitation before she responded, Jess chose not to push the subject. She’d witnessed first-hand what she had gone through when Chris left, and for her best friend’s sake, she didn’t want to cause the kind of breakdowns that she’d spent six months coaxing Bailey out of.

Jess had spent far too many hours watching Bailey sob, barely able to breathe through the tears because of what Chris had done to her, and she refused to be the person who brought those memories back up.

“Hey, how about you put on some new clothes and we go get a beer at the Roadhouse?”

And with that, normalcy was injected back into the room.

***

“There’s my girls.”

Bailey and Jess were both grinning from ear to ear as they approached the bar, squeezing their way through the people crowded around the pool table, where Ellen was already preparing their drinks. A bottle of beer and a tequila shot each were waiting for them when they finally made it to their favourite bartender.

Without hesitation, Bailey down the gold liquid, barely flinching as it burned its way down her throat. The concerned look Jess shot her didn’t go unnoticed as they both took their seats, but she chose to ignore it in favour of greeting Ellen.

“Bad day?” Ellen asked, watching with a glint in her eye as Bailey chugged half of her beer in one go.

Heaving out a heavy sigh as she placed the bottle back down onto the bar, “You could say that,” she said, letting her eyes glance around the room, grinning as she spotted Jo at the pool table, clearly beating her flustered looking opponent.

Although there was a three-year age gap between them, Bailey and Jo had always been close friends, all but growing up together. Circumstance had brought them together, their parents were all good friends and Bailey had been coming to the Roadhouse for as long as she could remember, but their friendship had stood the test of time.

And then came along Jess, who just slid so easily in with them, that it felt like they’d all always been friends.

Catching her eye, Bailey sent a wink to Jo, who shot one straight back at her, before focusing back up on her game.

“Is Sam swinging by, too?” Ellen casually asked Jess, as she absentmindedly wiped at the bar with a rag.

“Probably,” Jess said, taking a sip of her beer, “if Dean has anything to say about it.”

Bailey couldn’t help the involuntary eye roll that came from the mention of Dean. It was an understatement to say that she wasn’t his biggest fan, but the words that she had to describe her feelings towards him were very unsavoury.

Along with Jo, Bailey had grown up with Sam. Dean being four years older than them, she never really saw him as anything other than an annoying older brother, who enjoyed teasing the hell out of all three of them whenever he got the chance.

But that had all changed during the summer after she and Sam had graduated high school. Something shifted between Bailey and Dean – Dean no longer seeing her as just his brother’s irritating best friend, and Bailey spurred on by raging teenage hormones. Neither of them had seen the mutual attraction coming, but there was nothing stopping it.

They fell into what could be best described as a summer fling, because by the time September came and Bailey was off to college, it all came crumbling down. By then, she had developed some real feelings for him – beyond just wanting to jump his bones every time he walked through the door – but in classic Dean fashion, ever afraid of making genuine connections with women, he blew her off with a text message. And that was that.

Eight years later, Bailey still held a grudge on the older Winchester.

“Speak of the devils.”

Draining the last of her bottle, Bailey couldn’t help the eyebrows that pinched into a frown as she turned to see the two brothers walking through the front door, laughing loudly at something. Sam was still dressed in his office suit, but Dean had changed out of his usual work navy overalls, into a pair of blue jeans and a red flannel shirt.

He looked good.

Bailey immediately mentally cursed herself as soon as the thought entered her head. It frustrated her to no end that even though all she felt for the older brother was revulsion, she couldn’t deny the glaringly obvious fact – Dean Winchester was a sight to behold.

Whilst Jess got up to greet her fiancé, Bailey turned back to the bar and ordered another beer and a few more shots of tequila. She would need them if she were going to get through an evening with him.

As Ellen placed the shots of tequila onto the bar, a hand reached over from behind Bailey and took one. She didn’t need to look to know who it was – there was only one person on the planet who would have the nerve.

“For me? You shouldn’t have, sweetheart.”

“You’re an ass.” Bailey said, though lacking in her usual conviction, too fed up to entertain the little feud they had going. She took another shot without looking at him, hoping he would take the hint to leave her alone

Much to her chagrin, Dean sat down next to her, signature smirk as he looked over at her, before turning his attention to Ellen.

“Two beers and a whiskey, please.”

“Coming up, doll.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but whatever inevitably provoking words he was going to say died on his tongue as Sam and Jess finally joined them; Sam hugging Bailey from behind, swiftly pressing a kiss to her temple, a quiet sorry whispered into her auburn hair before pulling away.

Bailey sent him a look that said he had nothing to be sorry for, but she knew that no matter what she said or did, Sam was going to feel guilty for inviting Chris. It did make her think why invite him if he felt so bad about it, but she had no urge to question it.

The three of them began chattering around Bailey, but she wasn’t listening. She could barely focus on the sound of the Led Zeppelin song blaring through the stereo, let alone whatever her friends and Dean were talking about.

Although she’d put on a brave face, the mention of Chris earlier had really floored her. It had been a year since he walked out of her life, eyes set on bigger and better things – things Bailey apparently couldn’t offer him – and yet one mention of his name and she felt like she was back to square one.

It occurred to her on many occasions that Chris was as good as it got for her. Although not her first love, the infuriating lady-killer knocking whiskey back beside her frustratingly held that title, she really thought that he was going to be it. She saw a life with him, a good life, that she couldn’t picture ever having with anybody else.

So, was that it? Was she destined to a life of loneliness and forever picking up the pieces of a life she never got to have? Those kinds of questions often kept Bailey awake at night – more often than she’d care to admit.

Her uncharacteristically quietness didn’t go undetected by any of them – even Dean was eyeing her with an expression that could be described as mild concern. Normally she’d be at the centre of the conversation, cracking jokes, ribbing on Sam for wearing his monkey suit at the bar.

“Hey, Bails, up for a game of pool?” Sam asked, pulling her out of whatever daydream she had been caught up in.

Almost as though she was suddenly remembering where she was, Bailey blinked a few times before turning to him with a mischievous smile, “Only if you’re looking to get your ass kicked.”

The smile didn’t quite reach her eyes and there wasn’t the usual skip in her step as she and Sam walked over to the vacant pool table – Jo now helping her mother behind the bar as the usual Friday evening crowd began filling up the building.

“Bails,” Sam started once they reached the table, away from prying ears, “you know I didn’t want to upset you, right?”

Picking up her pool cue and starting to chalk the end of it, she nodded, trying to look as unfazed as possible. When Sam had asked her for a game, she knew he just wanted to get her away from the other two so that he could say his piece.

“I’m not upset, Sam,” she said with a sigh, “you have every right to invite whoever you want to your wedding, okay? Please, can we just leave it there for now?”

“Right, yeah, sorry.”

“So, you ready to get your ass kicked?” Bailey taunted with a grin, the tension immediately dissipating into nothing.

“Bring it.”

Ten short minutes later, Bailey had her cue above her head, yelling out in triumph at her win. Sam, though shaking his head at her less than subtle display of victory, grinned along with her. He was simply happy that she was acting more like herself, but for how long he didn’t know.

“Another?” she asked, setting the balls back into the rack in the middle of the table.

Sam huffed out a laugh. “Sure, you set up, I’ll go get us another drink.”

By now, Bailey was feeling buzzed, the two beers and however many shots of tequila had started to kick in. She could handle her alcohol reasonably well and it would take a lot more for her to be truly drunk, but she was getting that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she swayed slightly as she walked around the table.

Maybe it wasn’t the best way to cope, but the numbing effects of alcohol seemed to be working well to take her mind away from Chris.

A somewhat pleasant mood had begun to settle over Bailey, and only improved throughout the night. Being around her friends – Jess, Sam, Jo, even Charlie had made an appearance – was all the therapy she needed.

She had beaten Sam at another few games of pool before they decided to call it quits, settling instead in their usual booth at the far corner of the bar, away from the noisy patrons. The rest of their friends had slowly joined them, bringing over more drinks that only served to get Bailey increasingly buzzed.

Bailey and Charlie were clinking their shot glasses together, before knocking them back, when Dean approached the table. Before that, he’d been chatting up a pretty little blonde at the bar – as per usual, searching for somebody to take home. It wasn’t a night at the Roadhouse if Dean didn’t leave with a girl hanging off his arm.

But there he was, squeezing himself into the booth, directly next to a disgruntled looking Bailey.

“Luck out?” she asked, eyebrows pinching together when he slings his arm across the seat behind her. He was too close for comfort, his jean covered thigh pressing up against her bare leg.

He shrugged, taking a long pull of his beer. “She has a boyfriend.”

“I’m surprised that stopped you.”

“I do have morals, sweetheart.”

“Could have fooled me.”

Not taken aback in the slightest by her comment, Dean grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement – unlike Bailey, he enjoyed their banter. “You say the sweetest things to me.”

Choosing to ignore the green-eyed man next to her, Bailey tuned back into the conversation. Charlie, Jo, and Jess were chatting about the bachelorette party planned for the following weekend, whilst Sam was completely zoned out, scrolling on his phone.

“Are we still starting at Bailey’s?” Charlie asked, looking over at the girl in question.

“Only if she gets her AC fixed.” Jess replied, grinning smugly over at her.

“I am not having this conversation again, Jessica.”

Dean, who had surprisingly been listening to the conversation, piped in. “I could take a look at it for you.”

Grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, Bailey knew she had been cornered. There was no reasonable excuse to say no to Dean, who was so generously offering his services in front of everybody. Looking over at Jess, who was still wearing the smug grin, she knew her best friend had planned this.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense,” Dean said, starting to catch onto Bailey’s hesitation, “I’ll swing by tomorrow afternoon and take a look.”

“Great.”

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Sixth Year AU: Missing Part 2

Summary: Merula and the few brave souls willing to leave Hogwarts in attempt to find and save the Slytherin who was an integral part of their lives, Jason. Hopefully, for their sake they find him before it’s too late...

Word Count: 3,773

"I can't believe the amount of cowardice by all of then!" Merula thought as she and Ismelda began their mission to sneak out of the castle. The two made their way down the corridor slowly as to not arouse suspicion to their clear violation and disregard to the rules.

"We'll have plenty of time for that after we leave here," Ismelda commented as she peaked the corner to make sure they were in the clear. Ismelda didn't sneak around all that much but guessed Merula would know the way as she always tends to do so after lights-out. Either searching for the vaults herself or finding a place to hide with her boyfriend.

As the two witches walked to the corridor that led to the front gate of the castle, they noticed a few figures waiting there. If they got in Merula way, she'd take them down because nothing was going to stop her from getting Jason back. She readied her wand as she looked to Ismelda, who nodded and did the same. They crept up slowly to the three individuals who seemed to be arguing.

"You're not going without us!" said a feminine voice. "Jason needs us, and we have to do something!"

"I'll deal with it. You two are students here and are risking being expelled. Jason wouldn't want that for either of you," the taller figure said sternly."

"I refuse to wait, and the others can cover while we are gone. I am not letting you get in my way Weasely." It seemed that this argument between the three had been going on for some time now. The three went back and forth without either side faltering to the other.

"Talbott. Chiara. I can't protect you two and search for Jason at the same time." Bill clearly was exhausted by the tone of his voice.

"We aren't asking for your protection. What good are these spells you've taught us if we can't use them? Especially to save our friend?!" Talbott looked at Bill with grief, not at him, but at the thought of his friend suffering or maybe worse. "Either you help us or get out of the way. I won't hesitate to fight you."

"Bill, please. We have to do this, and we know the risk. Talbott and I are willing to make those choices, and we don't need your permission," Chiara stared at the red-headed wizard with the look of a wolf who'd lost a member of her pack.

Merula and Ismeldia decide it was best to confront the group after witnessing the display by Talbott and Chiara. The three turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Merula and Ismelda. Merula smirked at the two who wished to help.

"You have more guts than the rest and say," Merula was about to make fun but held back her usual comments. "Winger and Lobosca, I'm sure he'll appreciate the help from you two. Bill, before you even start-"

"I know I can't stop all of you, and I am not a fool, Merula." Bill sighed and shook his head. "Let's go before we all get stopped by any of the professors, or I come to my senses."

Merula and the rest didn't say anything as they followed behind Bill out of the gates of Hogwarts. Leaving the safety of their home and out to face the unknown. The group was going to be on their own with no assistance on this race against time to find their friend. Merula's pulse raced as her thoughts went to Jason. She couldn't let her fears get to her as she needed to be focused for his sake. The sooner she found him, the better it would be, knowing Rakepick she would make Jason suffer after the curse vault last year for following Snape's advice and not trusting Rakepick.

"I'll find you. I promise." Merula vowed to herself quietly as Bill and the group apparated out of Hogsmeade.

After a week, Merula's fears will have been realized, and more as Rakepick had all sorts of plans for her former student. In the dungeon, where Jason was being held was being beaten by the members of R. Jason hung from his chains bloodied and panting from trying to catch his breath.

"This wouldn't hurt as much if you just spoke up pretty boy," said a  burly man wiping his hands clean.

"Maybe he likes it. Can't say I am a fan of that," said another cloaked man. "Freak."

Jason did say anything as he tried not to pass out. He needed a way to get out of here, but without his wand, he can't do anything. For now, the young man just had to endure and hope for a miracle. The only thing he could think of to keep him sane from the torture was his thoughts of Merula.

"Meri," he mumbled to himself.

"Hm? What was that now, lad?" the burly man walked over to Jason. "Got something to say?"

Jason stared at the man with a smirk, spitting blood at the man's face earning himself a fist to his jaw.

"Now, you've done it, you brat!" the brute grabbed Jason by the throat and slamming his head against the wall.

"Hey! We still need the brat alive!" said the hood man. "Patricia will kill, and the rest would be disappointed if our means to enter these vaults get killed by you." The hooded man seemed to be at his wit's end with his partner. "Let it go, Winston."

"Shut your gob, James!" Winston turned to his partner. "I am not gonna let some brat treat me like an arse!"

"You don't help with that now, do you? Come on, we got a meeting, and Patricia is on her way to give this kid a lesson anyway," the man named James made his way to the door of the cell waiting for Winstein. "Well, we don't have all day!"

"Fine," Winston grumbled as he punched Jason in his stomach before leaving. "Torturing him was getting boring anyway."

As the door of the cell closed, Jason coughed out some blood and looked to the ceiling, wondering how long he'd survived. This torture was unbearable as he didn't know if he'd have the strength to push through it any longer. If it was his fate to die here, then fate indeed was cruel. His thoughts wandered to some of the moments before now. His train ride to Hogwarts, his first charms lesson, the day he made his first friend. Jason couldn't help but smile despite his situation as he then remembers the most crucial moment of his life, meeting Merula. It was those little moments that kept him sane, although he was in pain.

"Well, well," said an all too condescending voice coming from the entrance of the cell, "aren't you looking worse for wear. Mister Aurelius De Leone." Rakepick pushed the door open as she stepped in with a scowl. "Come now, why don't you crack? I could make you drink a truth serum-"

"But it's no fun for you though, Rakepick. I could care less regardless of what you will try." Jason scowled back at her. "It really is a shame that anyone believed you, including me." He looked at his former mentor with disappointment as he thought she could have been trusted against his better judgment. "I honestly thought of you as a well-respected mentor, but I know better."

"Is that so? If you know better, then why do you resist?" Rakepick crossed her arms as she tried to decipher what he was planning. "You do understand you'll die if you don't do as we say, yes?"

"I'm dead either way," Jason smirked. "So why give you satisfaction?"

"You're quite cheeky now," she sighed in annoyance. "I guess you learned that from me?"

"Oh, by all means, I don't enjoy acting so," Jason coughed, "but all I can say is that I did learn to be more foulmouthed from someone I respect. You, Patricia Rakepick, I have no respect for, and you are-!"

Jason screamed as his muscles started to contort in tightly. Rakepick had cast Crucio on the Slytherin boy with an utter look of pure malice. She wasn't going to let this boy outsmart or in this case, treat her as some fool. Rakepick needed to figure out how to convince him to submit as she knew Snape and Dumbledore taught Jason how to use Occlumency. The boy showed little emotion, but she knew he was the most empathic of her former students.

"Oh, I think I know how to make you talk, Aurelius." Rakepick lowered her wand, giving a dastardly smile.

"W-what," Jason panted as he realized what she said. "No, no, no, no, no! If you go near her, I swear I'll-!"

"You'll do nothing." Rakepick turned away, walking out of the cell. "It's time I paid, my dear Miss Snyde, a visit."

"You stay away from Merula, you trollop!" Jason yelled at her.

As Rakepick left, she passed a few of her fellow R members and told them to bump up the cruelty of Jason's handling. She knows the pain alone won't get him to talk, so she needs to find Merula as she seems to be his only weakness.

Rakepick walked up the stairs leading out of the dungeon to the main hall of her organization facility. The room was carved out of obsidian with gold accents with brazers hanging from columns that reached 30 feet high. At the center was a throne with an eye similar to that of Rakepick cloak hanging over it. In the throne sat a man in a black suit with a grander cloak. His was whiter than the first snow of winter, sporting a trimmed beard and a gaze of ice-blue eyes.

"My lord, we've made some-" Rakepick stopped as the man raised his hand, prompting her to silence herself.

"I am aware of this Patricia, and to be honest, I am more impressed by the boy's resolve than your efforts of prying information." The man stoic expression caused Rakepick to gulp in dread. "You are aware that the longer he stays, the closer the Ministry will find us out. Yes?"

"My lord, I can assure you that I can make talk. I know of means to make him speak." Rakepick said as clenched her fists.

"You've had a week to find this out? I expect more from you, Patricia, or do I need to remind you I can end you here and now?" The lord gritted his teeth in irritation.

"I need just find one of my former students and threaten her. The ladder will soon follow, and we will find the answers we seek. My lord, have faith in!" Rakepick knew she should have stopped sooner as the lord's eyes looked at her angrily.

"Have faith?!" the lord stood and stomped his way towards her. "If I had faith in you, the task would have been completed without all this unnecessary drama. Children, Patricia, outsmarted you! I'll be damned before I have in you until you prove otherwise!" His cold and stern voice sent shivers down Rakepick spin as she only knows that this man wasn't to be trifled with no matter how skilled you were. "Do what you need to and be quick about it."

"Y-yes, my lord!" Rakepick turned away and left her leader alone to his devices.

"Time is running short as is my patience," the lord walked to his throne and pulling a pocket watch from his coat pocket. "Hm, this boy is proving more troublesome."

Rakepick had made her way to one Floo network chimney of one of the many rooms of the lord's home. Stepping and slamming a handful of powder down. "Knockturn Alley!" she shouted as Rakepick was engulfed in green flames. She was transported to one of the access points of Knockturn Alley. Brushing the dirt off her cloak and covering her head with her hood. She then made her way to the streets of the sesspool where she was. Rakepick needed to get information if Merula had been seen anywhere in the area as she did keep tabs on her former students knowing fully they'd be out for revenge and right the wrongs of their mentor.

Elsewhere, at the Leaky Cauldron, Merula and her associates were going over what they've learned. So far, all they have heard are rumors that have lead to one dead end after another. Ismelda had persuaded quite a few of the misfits of Knockturn Alley as they were definitely scared by her words alone. Some of these "dark wizards and witches" were no more than cowards who believed if they had the power, they wouldn't be messed with, but those were big mistakes. Bill had to make sure Ismelda didn't go too far with her cursing as one can imagine what a history buff can only bring around.

Talbott, on the other hand, had been flying around the area and eavesdropping on a lot of individuals who seemed dubious by their attire and mannerisms. Unfortunately, his search didn't prove as much fruit as he'd hope. Talbott ran his hand through his hair, feeling the frustration getting to him.

"So, how'd your search turn up?" Bill asked Talbott, who wore a face of defeat.

"Nothing." Talbott grabbed his pint and took a swig. "I only keep getting rumors and nothing serious to go by. You?"

"Afraid not, we need to find someone." Bill rubbed his chin, trying to figure out what to do.

"Mundus Fletcher," Merula chided as she looked at them with bags hanging from her eyes. "If anyone knows something, he will."

"Merula, when did you last sleep?" Chiara asked as she walked over with a bowl of stew, placing it down as she took a seat next to the girl in question. The two had become friends when Jason had been coming to terms with being a werewolf. Chiara knew the pain of it and the stigma that came from it. "Merula, you need to eat and get some sleep too. We'll do most of the searching, okay?"

"Chiara, I can't just-"

"We know," Ismelda butted in as she placed a bowl in front of her, "and we'll need you at your best. No excuses."

Merula didn't have the energy to argue, and her stomach was quite empty. She sighed in defeat and when ahead and started to eat. As she ate, her thoughts went to that of Jason and his eating attics. The way he'd eat elegantly but obscene amounts. Well, with his growth from when they're but first years, his appetite grew with him. Merula couldn't help but smile as tears trickled down her face.

"Snyde?" Talbott looked at her with concern as the rest of the group did. "Are you alright?"

"I..." Merula didn't know how to respond. "I just miss him..."

"We all do, Merula. We'll find him, and we'll go back home." Ismelda placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, hoping it would provide some comfort. "Aurelius is durable than most and has handle worse than Rakepick, I'm sure."

The group continued their meal in silence as they felt that emptiness in their chests. None of them had much of an appetite. Merula stood up, leaving the other four alone as she needed a moment to herself. She headed to her rented room and sat on her bed as she couldn't stop the thoughts racing in her mind. Merula pulled out the necklace Jason got her the Christmas of their fifth year.

"Where are you..." she said as she softly wept — this sadness. This emptiness is something Merula hadn't felt for so long. "I can't lose him too."

"...M-Meri..." a voice whispered into Merula head. "Jason?" Merula sat up, looking around the room.

"R-Rakepick...is...coming for you. Y-you need to stay far away..." hoarse voice of Jason spoke into Merula.

"Where are you?" Merula pleaded. "I can be there."

"F-forget about me..." Jason's voice began to fade.

"No! Jason, please!" Merula screamed as Jason's voice fell soft.

"I l-love you..." then nothing...

Chiara and Ismelda burst into the room see Merula crying on the ground. The two kneeled down next to her, asking what had happened. From the breaks of tears, the two learned of the talk Merula and Jason had. If Jason was able to use legilimency to communicate, then he had to be somewhere close, right?

"If what he said is true, then he is closer than we think," Ismelda said as she helped Merula. "Merula, this a lead, if anything. Chiara, I'm going to tell Bill and Talbott." Ismelda ran out of the room to go the boys to the news.

"You okay?" Chiara sat next to Merula rubbing her back. "Merula?"

"Yeah, we need to find him, Chiara. I need to find him," Merula gripped her necklace tight, "because I know he wouldn't rest until I was safe. The idiot, why'd he go alone?"

"Jason is hard to read, but he's always honest with you. I'm sure once we get him, you can go ahead call him an idiot all you want." Chiara smiled at her friend, reassuring her confidence.

"Thanks, Chiara. I mean it. God, what is wrong with me?" Merula faced palmed. "It's all his fault that I'm saying things like "sorry, thanks" and other crap I don't usually say."

"Jason believes the best in you because he saw it. The person who had trouble seeing it," Chiara pointed to Merula, "was you, and I think that takes a lot of courage to do. Have faith in other's ability for good."

Ismelda showed back up with the boys following behind to the room when all of a sudden, Merula and Chiara flew through the door of the room, hitting the wall of the hallway.

"Merula! Chiara!" Ismelda drew her wand as Talbott and Bill did so.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise? My lovely students are all together, having a heart to hearts. Didn't I teach you to need to have a colder heart?" Rakepick smirked as sent Talbott flying with a wave of her wand.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" Talbott screamed as his limp body flew down the stairs into the tavern.

"Talbott! Rakepick, I swear you're gonna pay for that!" Bill waved his wand ferociously, casting spells to push her back. Bill worked hard to learn these new skills and will protect his friends this time!

"You've grown Mister Weasely; I must say I am impressed if only a little." Rakepick brushed his spells off as if they were but flies. "I only need one of you anyway, the rest of you can either leave or die."

"Neither!" Ismelda said as helped Bill on the assault on Rakepick. While she and Bill held her at bay, Merula and Chiara crawled past Rakepick.

"Guys, we need to get out of here!" Merula said as she helped Chiara to her feet. "Go check on Talbott! Chiara, I'm gonna help them fend off that bitch."

"Merula, don't be stupid!"

"Godammit! Go, Chiara!"

Begrudgingly, Chiara ran to the stairs and ducking the blast coming from the hallway behind her. She jumped the last few steps and looked at the dust around the pub, Chiara saw Talbott laying on the ground knocked out. "Oh no," Chiara said as she slid next to Talbott and shook him.

"Why did I volunteer for this?" Talbott muttered as looked at Chiara.

"Because you have a heart. Now we need to get out of here!" Chiara helped Talbott to his feet and guided him to the door. "GUYS! We got company!"

As Merula fought along with Bill and Ismelda, the shout of Chiara reaching their ears, and it wasn't any good news. They couldn't stay here any longer, or else they'd pushed into a deeper corner.

"You seemed Merula," Rakepick smirked, "but it was so easy to manipulate and figure out where you were. Do the words "I love you," ring any bells?"

"No, you went into my head?!" Merula snarled. "Where's Jason? What did you do to him?!"

"I won't say that much, but he's still breathing. Though," Rakepick reached in her coat and pulling out a photo, and it showed Jason ragged and beaten. "This was taken this morning, and we are still making progress on my "favorite" student."

"No," Merula muttered as a stream of tears rolled down her facing. "Give him back!" Merula waved her wand, spending spell after spell to Rakepick. Slowly, she kept pushing Rakepick. Her anger for her betrayal and the hate that has grown even more seeing and knowing the closest person she has is on Death's door at this moment. The force of Merula spells was enough to through Rakepick off-balance, sending her wand out of hand Rakepick, slamming her into the wall. "Where is he?!" Merula stomped over to her, placing her wand to Patricia's throat.

"Oh my dear," Rakepick snickered, "if I told you it wouldn't be fun, would it? The fact of the matter is Merula; I planned to take you anyway to him after all." Rakepick pointed behind Merula, and as she turned to see her associates being held by members of R. "So either play nice or you all die."

"Why you piece of-!"

"Nuh-uh uh, Miss Snyde, mind your manners or they die."

"Merula, don't worry about us just- oof!" Chiara was knocked out by the dark wizard that held her.

"Alright!" Merula shouted. "Just don't hurt them. Please." She placed her wand down, lifting her hands.

"Good," Rakepick smiled as she picked up her wand. "Now then," she turned to Merula, slapping her to the ground. "Let's go and see my favorite student."

Rakepick and her associates took the little task force from the Leaky Cauldron before the Ministry would show up only a few moments too late. The group was in it now as they are now held in the same position as the one they wanted to save.

Merula woke to drops of water falling on her face causing her to wake up. She looked around to see she and her friends were chained up to the wall.

"Where are we?" as Merula scanned the room, she noticed something at the center of the room. The sound of raspy breathing and the smell of blood hung in the air. "My God," Merula stood up as she walked closer to where the breath was coming from as the light of the moon broke through a small opening lighting the room. She covered her mouth as tears began to run down her face. "Jason..."

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Roguish Women Part 36

Summary: Kate is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 36: Kate finds herself feeling more safe and trusting with Tommy even as he struggles to reunite his family. 

            They tried to make the best of the remainder of their holiday, but the news of the alliance put a damper on things. They returned to Arrow House with the promise that Tommy was going to get right to work on trying to reunite his family. Ada was meant to be leaving for Boston in the next week, but Tommy put her to task one more time before she left.

            “Tom, I’m on thin ice with them as it is.” Ada reminded him.

            “This isn’t about pride anymore; this is about survival. If they want to survive then they should consider listening to me.” Tommy insisted from behind his desk.

            “That’s your problem. If what you’re saying is true then you need to make it a joint effort instead of just controlling everything like always!” His sister snapped.

            He threw his hands up. “For fuck’s sake, I’m trying my best!”

            Ada frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll tell them what you told me. I guess it’s up to them how they want to respond.”

            Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’ve done all I can. I want you all safe.”

            She sighed and nodded. “I suppose this wasn’t just your doing.” The history with the Changrettas was long and winded but she knew each of her brothers had a play in the matter. No one could fully blame Tommy. “I’ll talk to them.”

          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

            Out in the stables, Kate was grooming Blue before he was trailered to Mays so he could be trained. Initially, Tommy said the gelding wouldn’t need to be there for long. They weren’t training him for the track like Buchanan. But then, he made the unfortunate error of getting on Blue just to see how he would take to the bit.

            The warm-blooded thoroughbred-cross threw him so hard out of the saddle, he had a hard time getting up for a minute. Tommy assured Kate he could break the gelding in if he had the time. But decided it would be in everyone’s best interest to hand him over to May for training.         

            Despite the horse’s aversion to a saddle, he was very well-tempered on the cross ties. Kate enjoyed spending time with him, making his coat shine, and giving him pats and treats. Blue took a liking to her even in the brief time he was there before going to May’s. Along with dancing again, it was nice to have something to distract her. And she needed a great deal of distraction.

             “You’ve made alliances too.” Alice reminded her, on their first meeting after Kate and Tommy returned from Scarborough.

            “I know,” Kate mumbled.

            “You probably have more people on your side than that asshole has on his. And, he’s coming to us. He’s not going to send all of his men over here, that leaves his home base vulnerable. He has one army. Can’t be more than twenty people. You have armies in Birmingham and London. Everything’s going to be okay.”

            Kate nervously chewed on her fingernail. “Tommy’s family is still all over the place though.” She pointed out.

            “Well, that’s Tommy’s problem to sort out,” Alice said. “He knocked down those fences, he’s the one that’s got to repair them.”

                       Kate was ruminating on that idea as she led Blue back into his stall. As she locked the latch, Tommy came into the stables. She could sense the irritation coming off of him as he strode down the aisle.

            “Did Ada come by already? I was hoping to see her before she-”

            “She left.” He answered curtly. “Sorry.”

            She hung Blue’s lead line up on the stall door. “That’s okay. I could always call her later. I was just hoping to see her before she leaves for Boston.”

            “Yeah.” He mumbled, not really listening to what she was saying.

            “What did she say about everything?”

            He shook his head. “Not now.”

            But before she could protest, he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Despite hoping he meeting with Ada went well, Kate suddenly felt the urge to forget everything. Tommy took her breath away when he pressed her up against the polished wood door of Blue’s stall. If he was angry or upset, it didn’t show. Instead, there was a deep yearning for her.

            “Tom…” She breathed against his lips. “Bring me upstairs.” She pled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

            By the time they reached the second floor, Kate got a little nervous that it would all fall apart again. That she would have another episode.

            Tommy felt her hand in his tighten. “We’ll take it slow.” He promised. “When you need to stop, we will.”

            She pecked his lips before he opened the bedroom door for her. “I don’t deserve you.”

            He felt quite the opposite. After all, he was the one who kept her at an arm’s distance for so long. Even though it was torture for him, he still did it.

            But now, she was cradled in his arms, straddling his lap as he undid the buttons of her dress and she undid the buttons of his shirt. She carefully undid each little marker of his outward appearance. The cufflinks, the tie clip, the pocket watch, the waistcoat, all set aside.

            It was rare, in Tommy’s experience, to move so slowly. In anything, but in intimacy especially. He could recall many fabric ripping, missing buttons, and torn stockings in his past. He even thought Kate might’ve been a fan of the art of frantic sex. At one point at least, daring and witty as she was. But things had changed for the both of them. Perhaps they needed to be slowed down for their own good. They’d been hurt by others, the world, and each other. There was much healing to be had.

            “Alright?” He asked as she slipped out of her dress.

            “Yeah.” She agreed.

            “Lie back.” He helped her onto the bed, propping up a couple of pillows for her.

            Although Kate felt self-conscious, she reminded herself that she was safe. She closed her eyes for a moment. When she felt his lips on her stomach, she jumped slightly but giggled. “Sorry, I’m ticklish sometimes.” She admitted, opening her eyes to see him smile.

            His hands were resting on her hips, his thumb smoothed over a faded scar on her navel. “I don’t tell you how beautiful you are.”

            Her cheeks warmed. “What are you talking about? Yes, you do.”

            “I don’t tell you enough.” He kissed over the scar before finding her lips again.

            She wrapped her arms around his neck and inhaled his familiar scent. The scent of whiskey, cologne, and cigarettes mixed with a hint of the hay smell from her time with Blue. It was soothing and she kept herself grounded by knotting her fingers in his hair and repeating his name over and over in her head. Sometimes it slipped past her lips as she reminded herself she was safe because she was with Tommy. Her mind wasn’t going back to Boston, back to the nightmares she endured. She was right there in Warwickshire with the man she loved. The man she knew would never hurt her.

            “Keep going.” She begged.

            “I don’t want to push you, Kate.” He brushed a curl from her face.

            “You’re not. I’m here with you right now.” She touched his cheek. “I’m safe with you.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

            The late afternoon sun was finding its way through the part in the curtains. Kate was curled up in Tommy’s arms, elated at the hurdle she had overcome. Her trust for Tommy was sky high and she felt as though their bond deepened.

            Both of them had gone for so long without pure, uninterrupted intimacy and it really showed. Normally, Tommy wouldn’t be caught dead lounging around in bed in the middle of the day. But for once, no one could tear him away from Kate. As if to prove his own point, he pulled her closer and kissed her neck.

            She purred softly and entangled her legs in his. Opening her eyes after dozing off for a bit, she smiled up at him. “I’ve never seen you like this.” She remarked softly.

            “Like what?” His hand ran soothing lines up and down her side.

            “Calm. Just…not on edge.” She silently noticed warmth in his blue eyes that was so rare. Perhaps when he was younger it was more common to see. But the summer sky blue was so vibrant and heart-warming. Knowing she made him happy made her heart skip a beat.

            “I’m sorry.”

            Her brow wrinkled a bit. “Don’t apologize. It’s been such a hard time on everyone and you’re carrying a big burden, Tom.” She ran her fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. His eyes closed as he gratefully leaned into her touch. “I just want to be there to ease your burden like you ease mine. It’s only fair.”

            He buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I don’t hear the shovels when I’m holding you.” He whispered.

            There was no need to explain. Kate knew. When Tommy held her at night, she didn’t see Santo’s body bleeding out, or her mother’s body being dragged out of the river. She didn’t hear the screams of people as Santo burned her building down or the sound of him shouting at her. It was all near silent. All she could hear was Tommy’s soft breathing as he fell asleep against her. His familiar scent overwhelmed her with comfort. His heart beating near her was mesmerizing.

            “I love you.” She whispered into his hair. “I love you more than I could ever put into words.”

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What’s In A (Second) Name?

Summary: The arrival of a new family member should be a happy time. However, the birth of Henry's little brother stirs up some unwelcome internal conflict. A sequel snippet to “Killian Jones and the Lost Boy”. ~2.7K. Rated G. Also on AO3. Read the other installments: Killian Jones and the Lost Boy, Scurvy and Milestones

A/N: I’m back with more father-son adorableness! Definitely read at least the first installment - it’s a little longer, but definitely worth it. Thanks to @snidgetsafan for beta-ing, as always.

Tagging: @kmomof4, @searchingwardrobes, @darkcolinodonorgasm, @mythologicalmango, @thejollyroger-writer, @ultraluckycatnd, @winterbaby89

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Killian Jones is a father.

Of course, that’s not new. He’s been a father for almost four years now, ever since Henry came into his life and made him one; that had been the proudest moment of his life.

Until Hugo.

He and Emma hadn’t really planned on another child, but they also hadn’t really planned against it. Maybe they should have; they’re living together after all, engaging in the sorts of activities that adults in love living together get up to. Killian certainly could have procured protective sheaths in his travels, or Emma could have been taking preventative herbs. Hell, either one of them could have searched down a contraceptive potion for one of them to take. It’s probably a small miracle they don’t already have a herd of children running around underfoot; Killian can’t even say they’ve been particularly conscientious about him pulling out.

Still, it’s a surprise when Emma’s flow stops and nausea begins to plague her in the morning. Once they finally put the pieces together - gods, but the two of them are idiots sometimes, working themselves into a panic over something they should have probably anticipated - they’re undeniably thrilled, if nervous. They may be raising Henry together, but an infant is a very different thing from their seven year old. They aren’t even married, for goodness sakes, always putting it off as something they’d get around to eventually.

That’s the first order of business he and Emma set out to rectify. They’re married on a beautiful day in the spring with all their friends and family in attendance, Scarlet leading the crew in tossing rice and flower petals over their captain and his new wife as they exit the little village church. Henry, of course, had stood as best man; no one would hear of anything else. Emma’s dress hadn’t quite covered her ever-growing stomach and their little one within, but everyone had been too purely happy to care - least of all Killian. That moment, sliding a ring onto his love’s finger, had felt like a piece slipping into place in his very soul. This, his family and the love they share, is everything he could ever need. Only the arrival of his son or daughter could make this feeling any better.

And four months later, after a lot of waiting and a lot of pain and what Killian thinks might have been growling at one point in the whole torturous process, it does. He does. They have a baby, a son, another son.

Hugo Lucas Jones.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give him your brother’s name?” Emma asks when it’s just the two of them - pardon, just the three of them again after the midwife and Granny Lucas leave. She’s clearly exhausted, hair still drenched in sweat from her efforts with tired circles under her eyes, but she’s undeniably beautiful too - almost ethereal as she cradles their little one to her breast. Hugo himself is indescribably precious, a miracle with wisps of fluffy dark hair and ten perfect fingers and toes. Of course Killian had known that his child wouldn’t be born missing a hand like him, but those little fingers are still so amazing to him. Everything about Hugo is amazing, really - especially that someone as damaged as Killian, as scarred and maimed and morally compromised could be part of making something so perfect. He should probably leave Emma to rest and go retrieve Henry from where the lad has been waiting with Will and Belle, but Killian can’t tear himself away from the scene at his fingertips. Hugo nurses determinedly, little fist clenching and unclenching against his mother’s breast as Emma watches with unfiltered love in her gaze. Killian supposes he must look much the same; he’s barely dared blink since he first caught sight of his son, still covered in all manner of fluids and screaming at the indignity of the birthing process. Even now, his hand rests on the lad’s back, just above Emma’s own protective arms, unable to stop stroking along that downy soft skin.

(Yes, he’s already a father, but a newborn infant is a very different thing from raising a four year old, and every little detail fascinates him. Gods above, but he loves their newest addition so much already.)

“I think Hugo Lucas suits him better,” Killian replies. There’s a niggling little fear in the back of his mind that if he speaks too loudly, whatever wonderful spell he’s living in will be broken, leaving him all alone again. “After all your hard work, it seems more fitting to name him for your family. We wouldn’t be here without Granny, after all.”

Emma lets out a little huff of a laugh at that. “Yeah, and the fact that she took her first vacation in a decade. You only had to deal with me because she was gone.”

“And I’m thankful for it every day,” he soothes, leaning in to carefully kiss his wife on the lips over their newborn. What a combination of words to even consider - that he has a wife and a baby and another son waiting just down the hill to meet his new brother.

It’s not that he’s opposed to giving his brother’s name to Hugo for a second name. They’d originally planned on it, actually; Killian always thought he’d name his first son after Liam, if he was ever blessed with children, and Emma had readily agreed. How much Killian still looked up to his brother, had always looked up to him, was never any secret, and the closest thing Emma had to family herself were Granny and Ruby. But as they got closer and closer to the baby’s birth, and especially now that he’s here… it doesn’t feel quite right. Killian can’t identify why, but somehow it doesn’t feel like Hugo, as wonderful and precious and absolutely bloody perfect, is meant to carry the moniker. He just can’t put his finger on the reason why.

Not until an incident with Henry two months later, that is.

Henry loves the baby from the first moment they’re introduced, gently stroking a finger down his brother’s cheek. “He’s so small,” he says, grinning up at where Killian is watching over his shoulder. It’s not a trust thing; he know Henry would never hurt his brother, and anyways, he’s had plenty of practice around babies in the past year since Will and Belle’s little girl was born. His lad knows exactly how careful and gentle he has to be.

“Yeah, he is,” Killian grins back, ruffling Henry’s hair before looking up to meet Emma’s eyes. Gods, he loves her, loves this. This little family, clustered around their newest member, is everything he’s ever wanted. The grin only widens as Emma smiles back, before he turns his attention back to Henry. “What do you think, lad? Should we keep him?”

“I think so,” Henry says decisively, nodding as if to cement his declaration. Killian barely stifles a laugh; it’d never been a serious question, obviously, and it’s not like they can just give Hugo back, but it’s nice to hear Henry so certain on the matter. It bodes well for all the years to come.

An illustrious start, indeed.

And for the first month and a half, that holds. Of course there’s little issues - no one is a huge fan of the baby waking up every few hours to cry for a change and a meal, but Henry gets especially irritable having his sleep disrupted, as 8 year old boys are prone to do - but the good moments far outweigh the bad. Henry loves telling absolutely anyone that will listen about his new brother when he and Killian venture into town for various supplies, and spends half of Hugo’s waking moments making faces to try and make the baby smile or laugh, even if both Emma and Killian have told him that it’s way too soon for that. Henry doesn’t care. It’s adorable. Killian feels the strongest urge to try and imprint the moment into his very soul every time he sees it. It’s all blissful, honestly - or at least it is until Henry goes back to school.

Henry loves school. As much as he loves summer vacation as well, like any young lad, at his core he’s a curious boy who wants to know everything about everything and has a million questions that Killian and Emma can’t even begin to answer. He’s a social butterfly, too - not that Killian is shocked, not with the way Henry twisted an entire pirate crew around his wee fingers from the moment he stepped on board the Jolly Roger - and he’s got plenty of friends in his year. Most days, he comes home bursting with new things he learned and the things he did with Bruno and Robbie and Mack and every single detail of the the scant few hours he was away from his loving parents. They don’t expect any different out of this year.

Henry is subdued when he comes home from school, though, barely talking about his day and picking at his dinner. It’s… odd. Then again, he is getting older. They’d expected some attitude changes, though maybe not this until they were into the teenage years. They’ve all been a little short on sleep, too, a slight cold that Hugo’s contracted driving Emma and Killian nearly mad with worry and keeping the entire family up at all hours of the night. As unusual as Henry’s behavior is, they’re willing to overlook it that first day, and even the second, identifying all kinds of logical excuses as to why he might be this way. It’ll pass soon enough when they’re all getting a little more sleep.

The thing is, it doesn’t get better. In fact, it’s been nearly two weeks, and Henry is still frighteningly subdued, without any reason that Killian can identified. It’s hard for either him or Emma to work more than a short sentence out of their boy, and he’s not even interested lately in his little brother. It’s a complete one-eighty from the boy he was only this summer, the cheerful lad they all know and love, and Killian and Emma are worried sick.

After eleven days, Killian can’t take it anymore. Maybe it would be more understanding parenting to let the lad come to them in his own time, but if someone - or something - has turned his boy into this brooding shade, then Killian wants to know. Anything is better than witnessing with his hands tied behind his back whatever is tearing Henry apart. So when he spots Henry sitting on the gentle slope outside their little house, staring out at the ocean (so much like Killian’s own habits when his own thoughts are a mess), Killian moves to join him, settling himself on the soft grass next to the boy.

“What’s up with you, little mate?” He asks, nudging Henry gently with his shoulder. As the lad has gotten older, he’s protested the “little” title more and more, reminding everyone of exactly how big he is. Killian remembers that same urge; after all, he spent a considerable portion of his own lifetime reminding Liam that he was younger, not little. Now, though, Henry only shrugs. Another bad sign.

“Come now, lad,” he prods. “I know something’s the matter. You haven’t been yourself since school started.”

Another shrug.

“Are the other kids being mean? Do I need to go speak with their parents, or the teacher?” It’s been a while, but Killian thinks he could still manage to be intimidating if he needed to be. Maybe. It’s yet to be seen if the bags under his eyes will work for or against him.

“No, nothing like that,” Henry quickly mumbles.

“What is it then? Because I’m serious, I’ll go talk to them, you’ve just got to tell me what happened —”

“Nothing happened, Dad,” he rolls his eyes. Definitely picked that up from Emma. “It’s just…” he pauses.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve just been been thinking about something Jack said.” Not one of Henry’s particular friends, if Killian remembers right. More of an annoyance, really, if he’s keeping the names straight, though the boys mostly stay out of each other’s way.

“And what’s that?”

Henry is quiet for a long moment, to the point Killian is worried he’ll have to start prodding again, before finally speaking. “I was telling everyone about Hugo,” he says. “And I was talking about —” He pauses. “It’s stupid,” the boy mumbles.

“Of course it isn’t,” Killian assures. “What were you telling them?”

“I was telling about how he had three names,” Henry mumbles, barely audible. “And Jack said that everyone has three names, because their second name is a family name. But I only have two names,” Henry concludes, tears glistening in his eyes, “because I don’t have a family.”

The words plow into Killian like a knife in the gut. “Oh, lad, that’s not true,” he protests.

“It is though,” Henry says, tears openly spilling down his cheeks. “I wasn’t always with you. You’re not really my father.”

That’s the final straw for Killian. He can’t just sit here and listen to this as a patient observer; practically without conscious thought, he reaches his arms over and hauls Henry across his lap like he used to cradle the boy back when he was so much smaller. “Of course I am, Henry,” he declares. “You chose me. I’ve been a father since the moment you made me one.”

“Not by blood,” Henry sniffles.

“Maybe not, but in every other way that matters. Family is about who you choose, and who chooses you. I’ve been your father since probably even before you named me that way, and I’m going to be your father even if you decide you don’t want me to be. Long past then.”

Something about that must sink in, as Henry nods where he buries his face into Killian’s neck. Absentmindedly, he rubs the boy’s back and makes shushing noises to calm Henry as he tries to sort out his words in his head. There’s something important to be said here, something that’s been niggling at him for weeks and is only now falling into place.

“You know, your mother asked after Hugo was born if I wanted to name him for my brother,” he says as casually as he can muster - like he’s just relaying facts, not touching on something deep and emotional.

Henry frowns at that. “But wasn’t your brother’s name Liam?” he asks.

“Aye. I thought naming him for your mother’s family suited him better. But you know what’s more?” he asks, making sure to meet Henry’s eyes. “That’s your name. I’d always planned to give it to my eldest, and that’s you.” It’s not something he’s just saying, or meaningless platitudes; it feels right, in a way that settles the little bit of him saying that Liam’s name is meant for someone else. “What do you say to that, Henry Liam?”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbles, but there’s a little smile tugging at his mouth and the tears seem to be drying.

“No I don’t,” Killian concedes. “But it’s yours. It feels right, like it’s always been yours. You’ve heard my stories about Liam, right?” Henry nods. “Then you know that he was the best brother a man could have. He wasn’t perfect, and I don’t know if anyone else would think he was a great man, but I know that he was a good one, just like you’re growing up to be. You’re going to be an even better big brother than he was.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Killian presses a firm kiss to the crown of Henry’s head, breathing in that perfect little boy smell, before moving to stand. “Now, what do you say we go back and see what Mom and Hugo are up to? I think she’s been watching us and pretending to do things in the kitchen while we’ve been talking.” She’s been worried sick, he doesn’t say, but Henry probably knows it all the same. He’s always been too perceptive for his own good.

“Okay,” Henry agrees, popping back up with the energy of youth. As soon as Killian’s found his own feet, Henry throws his arms around his waist. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, my boy.”

It’s always been as simple as that - Henry is his, and he’s undeniably Henry’s.

They chose each other, and it’s a choice he’ll never regret.

[todobaku-shoukat]

The Heir that was Switched at Birth (12/?)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18906280/chapters/46104646

Bakugou is irritated. It is a two-hour flight, but Bakugou feels like it may as well have been twenty hours. Because fucking Shiori has been talking nonstop. However, it appears as if Bakugou is the only one irritated. Todoroki is definitely annoyed as well, but his face always remained stoic, making his annoyance unapparent. For Sugaru, since it is not yet time to break off pretences, he also has to hide his irritation. As for the other crew members, they are practically enamoured by Shiroi’s façade. To everyone else who did not know him, Shiroi is a social butterfly, cute, easy to talk to, humorous, humble, sweet, a breath of fresh air in this polluted environment. Basically, they can use anything positive to describe Shiroi. Because to them, Shiroi is like a breath of fresh air in this polluted environment. They know from experience that those in the entertainment industry, those born to extremely wealthy families, and those wealthy businessmen, not many are clean and pure as you have to learn to be some level of malicious and cruel to survive. Hence, they do not think that Shiroi is merely acting.

 For Bakugou, Todoroki and Sugaru who did know Shiroi, they only felt disgusted. Bakugou’s not known for his tolerance towards people he didn’t like. However, because they are in public, Bakugou cannot do anything about Shiroi, like punch that disgustingly fake smile off the face that bared such uncanny resemblance to his own. While there shouldn’t be any cameras currently rolling, one can never be so sure. Furthermore, any random person may happen to see this and spread it through word-of-mouth. It would be extremely messy, given his complicated relationship with Shiroi and his past scandals related to this. Hence, Bakugou has no other choice but to grind his teeth down into a grim smile.

 Todoroki, who is seating beside Bakugou, notices his discomfort. Unabashed, Todoroki grabs Bakugou’s hand, using his thumb to rub soothing circles into the latter’s skin. This always seemed to calm Bakugou down, the blonde returning Todoroki’s grip.

 “Ah! Is Mr Bakugou and Mr Todoroki…” Sakura says excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Bakugou and Todoroki’s open actions.

 “Yes,” Todoroki says proudly, a smile finally appearing on his face. “We’re engaged. But it’s still a secret so I hope you all do not share this information.”

 Still haven’t agreed, Bakugou thinks in his head but does not deny. After all, they have both previously agreed that it is best to admit to the crew that they are in a relationship so that other people, cough Shiroi cough, would know not to try approaching Todoroki. This is especially since there are going to be pairing arrangements for later activities. For the sake of the protagonists, the story was set in a world where gay marriage was never illegal. Hence, Todoroki’s announcement is met with heartfelt congratulations and vehement promises to not spread the information. Of course, nobody but Sugaru sees Shiroi clenching his fist at that, the former laughing to himself over the latter’s shameless sense of superiority. How did Shiroi ever think that he can defeat Bakugou, Sugaru did not know. He can only guess that the youth is delusional.

 “Sigh… All the good men are all taken by other good men.” Yumi jokes, sighing dramatically. “Tell me, Shiroi and Sugaru. Y’all are still single, right?”

 “Hey! What about me and Hiro?” Jun protests with mock anger.

 “Hahaha! Hiro’s too young. Besides, I do not want to be killed by his fans!” Yumi laughs. “As for you, Jun, you’re my best bro!”

 “Gasp! Have I been bro-zoned?” Jun replies fist clenched over his heart with mock disappointment.

 “There there, Jun. There are other fishes in the ocean. Now let’s not digress from the question at hand. Shiroi! Sugaru! What’s your answer?”

 “I’m still single,” Shiroi replies, face flushed.

 “Aww… Are you shy?” Yumi jokes, thinking that Shiroi is a young and pure boy who has never been in a relationship.

 According to the original story, after story Bakugou dies, Sugaru and Shiroi were meant to publicise their relationship. However, thanks to the butterfly effects of Bakugou surviving, they ended up keeping their relationship in the dark. To the public, they are still one of the most attractive bachelors in the country. Hence, they do not deny being single. After all, Shiroi still had plans of seducing Todoroki while Sugaru is planning to break this relationship sometime soon.

 --

 After the conversation about their relationship status, there is a clear change in the other celebrities’ attitude, particularly Yumi and Hiro. Although they already treated Sugaru and Shiroi nicely, it is clear that they are trying their best to please the two, probably hoping to get either one of them to be their sugar daddy or something. In the entertainment industry, such relationships were unspoken rules. If you didn’t have a strong family background, get recruited into a strong and good entertainment company or have an “investor” (read: sugar daddy) behind you, it is extremely difficult to succeed in the industry. Everyone was a competitor, fighting for the same roles or jobs. If you offended anyone or if you blocked someone else’s path to success because of your similar public image, you may easily be suppressed. Rumours of things you did not do can spread like wildfire and the next thing you know, the public only remembers your scandals, sending hate comments and shouting for you to leave the entertainment industry. Bakugou understood this. After all, he is both a celebrity and the owner of an entertainment company. Hence, he is not surprised that the other celebrities (Yumi and Hiro, specifically) on this reality show would try to get Sugaru and Shiroi to be their sugar daddy. At least they were tactful enough to know not to try to get between him and Todoroki. As for Jun and Sakura, they have worked in the industry long enough to have enough popularity and social standing.

 Nonetheless, Bakugou still thinks that they are all stupid. If he had known how dumb these dipshits were, he wouldn’t have chosen to have them participate in the show just because of their popularity and public image. It isn’t about their enthusiasm towards Shiroi and Sugaru, but rather the way they are secretly against him. Bakugou knows it is because they are jealous, thinking that he got his popularity due to his family background before, and now because of his relationship with Todoroki. They think that he has it easy, not having to betray himself to survive in the jungle that is the entertainment industry. Bakugou isn’t new to this because he and Todoroki had to face these type of people in the real world.

 In their real world, many pro-heroes were secretly against Todoroki, thinking that he shot up the pro-hero rankings due to him being the son of Endeavour. At first, many pro-heroes tried sucking up to Todoroki, flattering him and trying to befriend Todoroki. However, Todoroki wasn’t good at this whole “friends” thing. Or well, he wasn’t good at relationships in general. Due to his strict and harsh upbringing, Todoroki never had friends until Midoriya and then the rest of Class A. He always has a poker face on and could be rather oblivious at times, so it took time to understand and befriend him. However, since these pro-heroes were only interested in his family connections and not Todoroki himself, they did not have much patience for Todoroki, automatically taking his stoic and serious face as being stuck-up and arrogant. After that, many pro-heroes began to ostracise Todoroki. Largely in private, of course. But in public, they would phrase words in ways that degraded Todoroki all whilst not showing their intention to do so. Because Bakugou (and the rest of Class A and some other genuinely nice pro-heroes) managed to befriend Todoroki and stick beside him, many of these jealous pro-heroes also started to being against Bakugou too. They all thought that Bakugou was like them, befriending Todoroki only for his family connections. And since Bakugou succeeded while they didn’t, they were jealous and began hating both Bakugou and Todoroki. Hence, Bakugou could tell that these celebrities they are on this trip with also saw him as a “gold-digger” who is only with Todoroki for his money. And it is precisely because people might think of him this way that Bakugou and Todoroki’s relationship is kept a secret. After all, being labelled a “gold-digger” will only hinder his efforts to completely change his public image.

 And the reason why Bakugou thinks that the other celebrities here are idiots is because they should know better. Even though he is no longer the heir of the Bakugou corporation and they do not know that he is actually their boss who employed them for this reality show, they should know not to insult the fiancé of the most powerful man in the country. (Bakugou completely does not care that he has yet to agree). Perhaps, Bakugou thinks, they don’t believe that he and Todoroki will last long. But whatever the reason, Bakugou regrets his life.

 After finally getting off the plane, the cameras started rolling again and Yumi asks Bakugou to help her with her luggage. Bakugou is bewildered by this. And the only reason Yumi can give is that her luggage is too heavy for her and that she cannot ask the rich and powerful CEOs to help her. She also couldn’t ask Hiro to help, or his fans would kill her. As for Jun, since he is the host, he needed his hands free. Hence, Bakugou has no other choice but to agree. Of course, Todoroki volunteers to help him, but Bakugou only waves his hand in rejection. Now that Yumi said that she cannot ask “rich and powerful CEOs” to help her, Bakugou cannot either or haters will grab onto this point and go wild.

 Then, when they went to have lunch at a pitstop, the other stars quickly seated and grabbed the menu. And somehow, they managed to do so such that Bakugou is squeezed off in a corner out of the camera’s view and without a menu. While Todoroki is seated beside him, the menu he has is already shared with someone else, making it impossible for Todoroki to pass the menu to Bakugou. However, this is not a problem because Todoroki knows Bakugou well enough to order for him. Over the past few months, Todoroki slowly began eating outside food during their dates, story Todoroki’s fear of being poisoned slowly fading from this Todoroki. Hence, Todoroki knows what Bakugou prefers when eating outside, resolving whatever problem the other celebrities are trying to create for Bakugou.

 As the host, Jun keeps the conversation going as they waited for their meals. However, he never addresses Bakugou. As celebrities, Sakura, Yumi and Hiro had plenty of experience fighting for screentime, contributing the most to the conversation. They will also encourage Shiroi, Sugaru and Todoroki to talk, smoothly passing on the conversation to the CEOs present so it does not appear as if they were purposefully forgetting Bakugou. After all, as a celebrity himself, everyone expects Bakugou to be able to snatch his own screentime. Bakugou knows that this is their way of suppressing him, thinking that by depriving him of screentime, they were winning somehow. However, Bakugou honestly does not care. The food is surprisingly good for a restaurant at a pitstop, and Bakugou is only thinking if he could replicate the flavour.

[xathia-89]

Head Canons: Warlords as teachers

Nobunaga Oda

“No, you’re doing it wrong,” I knew that Nobunaga meant well, but his bluntness was irritating me. I didn’t have a graceful bone in my body, but here he was teaching me dancing after a recent visit from a noble’s daughter. I couldn’t coordinate any of my limbs, but my boyfriend refused to give up. “Again,” he curtly instructed.

“No,” I stubbornly replied. “I’ve had enough for today.”

“Again, and I will make it worth your time,” his wine-red eyes stared me down, a heavily suggestive glimmer in them as his face remained straight and tapped my fan with his.

“Once more,” I grumbled, taking my position up.

His body ghosted mine as he firmly corrected my mistakes physically. He was strict in his orders and there was nothing nice to say, but I wasn’t under any illusions about what needed working on. Though I still didn’t think it was worth trying to teach me dancing, I was as graceless as Mitsuhide.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

I had to hold my laughter in. Our son was constantly running after his dad around Azuchi and had picked up many of my husband’s habits. Now they were currently at loggerheads because Hideyori wanted to do everything his adored father did, but he simply didn’t know how to do it right.

“Let’s move this out of the way before you lose your precious tea set,” I teased Hideyoshi and made the man jump since he had clearly forgotten I was there. “And let’s not have any Mitsunari incidents, yes?” I asked brightly.

Hideyoshi frowned as I sat opposite them with a smile. Then he patiently decided to go through the steps of the ceremony, showing Hideyori the preciousness and delicate scenario that was being upheld. He would never let Hideyori have a go with this set, but I was already sourcing a new set for our son to practise with in private.

Masamune Date

I’d been desperately trying to surprise my other half for weeks now. But something always happened to keep me from doing anything in the kitchen undisturbed, and this was the furthest I’d managed to get. I had been a fairly good cook in the future, but I wasn’t used to the current range of ingredients available. My usual dishes were a few centuries away at least, as I tucked in to have a go at making copies of the usual delicacies that Masamune served up without a thought.

“Kitten?” I froze as I looked over the state of the kitchen and heard my other half’s footsteps quickly approaching. Then a stifled laughter as I hung my head, I’d been caught in the act. “So, just what were you trying?” He chuckled.

“To make a mess apparently,” I sighed in defeat. “I was trying to see about replicating any of the dishes I’m used to, but we’re a couple of centuries off the main ingredients,” I grumbled.

“Right, cooking lesson Masamune Date style coming straight up once we’ve cleaned this mess up,” he chortled broadly.

“Masamune Date style means your hands all over me and me not being able to think straight,” I snorted in response as we gathered everything together.

Much to my surprise, it was more about guiding my hands and talking low in my ear. He wouldn’t tell me the next step, he’d ask, see what I’d go to do and then correct me or steer me elsewhere. Then I smiled as I looked at the finished product.

“Not as pretty as yours, but if it’s all edible then it’s good,” I smiled.

“If you wanted lessons kitten then you just needed to say,” he grinned, kissing me briefly.

“You’d never focus on the actual lesson if I asked outright,” I pointed out, leaning back in his arms.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu was never going to go easy on me for any lesson. He was a ‘stick without a carrot’ kind of teacher as I tried pulling the string back for what felt like the millionth time just this afternoon. I was working on my strength, but this was just plain torture at times it felt like.

The bow was heavy and the string was taught beyond belief. But giving up now would just prove Ieyasu right about me being too weak, and that was never going to happen.

The arrow twanged widely off course, and I missed the target by miles as my teacher scoffed at me yet again.

“Feel free to give up at any point,” he blatantly stated.

“Never,” I chirped brightly. I couldn’t let him see the cracks to exploit, I was determined to get this right as my stance was corrected once more by the irritable man.

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari always insisted that I sit in his lap, my fingers trailing over the paper and characters in front of us as his head leant gently against mine. His fingers would guide me, letting me lead on what I knew and to challenge me quietly on those I wasn’t certain on. His patience was boundless when I was frustrated easily.

“I’ll reward you tonight, for doing so well in your lessons,” his voice was pure innocence, but I recognised that tone instantly and sat up a little straighter in his lap with a blush on my cheeks. “But I won’t if you don’t calm down, shall we start again?” He murmured straight down my ear.

Mitsuhide Akechi

A gust of breath down my ear was trying to distract me as I kept my sights and the gun lined up. It was a heavy weapon, but I needed to learn to protect myself in this era. Mitsuhide liked having someone to play with in the subtlest of ways, a touch of my ear, twirling with a lock of my hair or correcting my stance without warning.

I felt like reminding him on occasions I was carrying a fully loaded weapon.

Then he would always reward me when I least expected it.

I had shot the target through the heart area from a considerable distance without any adjustments from the touchy snake. A kiss ghosted my cheek before I could realise what had happened, and I flushed bright red in front of my ‘classmate’ Ieyasu, who immediately scoffed and told us to get a room.

Kenshin Uesugi

“No, absolutely not,” Kenshin was steadfast in his refusal, not that it was going to deter me as I chased him around the castle.

“Why aren’t going to teach me how to defend myself?” I argued.

“Because what if I hurt you?” Uesugi replied, staring me down with his steady gaze. “I’m not chancing it.”

“I already know medicine, and you agreed to teach me once I’d learnt that,” I rebutted. “Don’t make me get the ninja involved,” I threatened.

“I’m not getting involved,” Sasuke muttered and went to disappear into the ceiling.

“Then I’m cutting off all the sake,” I boldly stated.

“My dear little Goddess,” Kenshin smiled. “I will simply override you.”

“Not if you don’t know where they are,” I smirked.

“Fine,” he caved in.

It was with wooden swords, which almost no one could believe with Kenshin. I didn’t want to learn to fight for any other sake than to allow me to protect myself and stop anyone running off with me as per usual. All of the vassals, aides and soldiers were also cleared out from the training room, Sasuke was there to supervise as he stood on standby with all of my prepared medicines for any injuries.

“No, your footwork is all wrong,” he strictly kicked my feet out from under me to show that my balance wasn’t central.

“Stop looking down at your feet,” he barked.

“You haven’t got the strength to try and just block,” he instructed, pushing me down easily. “If you haven’t got it then you can’t use it.”

“I’m just going to ask Sasuke next time,” I pretended to pout as I got back up onto my feet for what felt like the millionth time.

“Please, anyone else would be killed for teaching you,” Kenshin frowned, and then his body was framing mine. My breath hitched in my throat before I realised that he was doing it for a reason. “You’re not as tall or strong as most people you’re going to come up against,” he explained, “So you need to counteract it, you’re small enough to duck and dive,” as he fixed me into a restraining hold. “Try and get out of this,” he smiled.

It was a while before he let me go, and I hadn’t been able to squirm out of his grasp. I was starting to feel like pouting.

“Don’t try and fight clean, stoop yourself to dirty tactics,” Kenshin kissed me on the forehead. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Shingen Takeda

“Shingen!” I gasped as he grinned wildly at me. He was meant to be teaching me woodcarving, but all it was turning into was a chance for him to tease me it felt like. “There are far too many sharp tools about for this,” I laughed.

“You look so cute when you’re busy concentrating on what I’m doing that I can’t resist you, my angel,” he crooned. “Your hands are so steady and you do everything in such a tidy manner I can’t resist.”

“Well, learn to resist, or I’m going to start doing this without you,” I threatened.

“That’s a low blow,” to see a great warlord pouting was a great thing, and it always felt like I was the only one able to make him do it.

“Yes, but I want to learn how to do this,” I laughed. “So show me again, please,” I grinned, watching carefully as Shingen picked the tools up to work on his own piece of wood.

Yukimura Sanada

“That is definitely not how you do that,” Yuki was gawping at me as I held the sword in my hand.

“Then show me,” I had to bicker and pull for every little bit of the lesson.

“Well, you’re so short and weak, so what works for me won’t work for you,” he tried to argue.

“If you don’t teach me how to spar then I will get Shingen to do it,” I promised, watching his emotions play out at the thought of his Lord being in such close proximity chances to a woman. “Now, let’s go through the whole practice and we adjust what we need to.”

He grumbled and had me move my hands on the handle of the training sword before coming in for the attack. He critiqued me constantly, pointing out where I was weak and telling me where to put my hands, feet and which way to even lean my body weight as we danced across the floor.

He was definitely holding back on his strength, he didn’t want to hurt me after all, but he kept a keen eye on what we were both doing to try and avoid me falling over. Not that it stopped him insulting me all the time as it naturally rolled off his tongue.

Sasuke Sarutobi

“No, you need to slow down,” I said, interrupting the tirade of information spilling out of Sasuke’s mouth. We were sat in his room at Kasugayama and I had stumbled on the topic of the wormholes that had brought us here together. I smiled gently at him. “Unfortunately, I’m a seamstress and fashion designer, I have no idea what you’re saying with words like ‘Godel spacetime’ or about spacetime having geometry?” I questioned.

It was adorable how passionate the usually stoic ninja acted when we started talking about such things. There was this light in his eyes that he couldn’t hide from anyone, and it endeared me to just see it. But he galavanted off very quickly and started talking many lessons ahead of my understanding.

“I’m sorry,” he looked so downhearted and crushed.

“Let’s just start from the beginning?” I asked again. “I have no idea what a wormhole is,” I grinned. “All I know is that it brought us together, and I’d love to be able to explain things to our children about how we met,” I was enticing a Sasuke.exe failure with the mention of our future together, but he resumed his explanations with paper and ink in front of us at a much slower pace.

[evan-hand-soap]

I’ve been dying to write something for mha

Therefore, this is a hc thing for Bakugo, Todoroki, Hitoshi, and Dabi with a s/o with a panic quirk. Basically, you can look at anyone and know their deepest fears and use those against them to fight back or force someone into doing what you want, by giving them a panic attack. Let’s get start! Enjoy:) Warnings and things: Cursing

Bakugo🔥

He originally hated your guts

He, just like other people, thought you were a psychotic lunatic who will eventually drop out of UA and become a villain

Because after all, your quirk doesn’t really give off the heroic vibe

His point of view towards you changed during the trip to the training camp

During the attack, he admired how you were scaring villains shitless left and right

After that, he attempted to become your friend

See how I said attempted?

To yours and his surprise, he was actually trying

He, yet again, surprisingly, apologized for being an ass and treating you like you were a villain

Eventually, he succeeded at befriending you.. which is when his crush started forming

He admired how you could defend yourself and weren’t a weakling

He admired your quick, witty remarks to other people

He loved everything about you

Which is when he started spiraling because he didn’t want these feelings

He ended up acting upon these feeling and asked you out

And by asked out, I mean, violently demanded a date

But you laughed it off and agreed

And thus bloomed your relationship

Like I said, he loves the fact that your not defenseless and can stand up for yourself

But if he hears your name mentioned at all, even if it’s positive or negative, he doesn’t hesitate to invite himself into the conversation

He’s punched Mineta on a couple of occasions for perving out about you

He’s not too big of a fan of PDA because he still has to put up his ‘stern’ persona

But when your in one of your dorms, he’s clingy and more cuddly than you could imagine

His favorite thing to do is open the door to the room and then once it’s shut, bear hug your and drop you to the bed, then smother you with kisses

His kisses are usually just rough and full of passion but sometimes rarely you’ll receive a slow and sweet one

Usually it’s when he’s tired

It took you a little bit to get used to this side of him but you wouldn’t complain at all

On a bad day he doesn’t say a word to you, grabs your wrist, storms to his dorm, flings the door open, kicks it closed, scoops you up, and collapses on the bed and hugs you like there’s no tomorrow

When you’ve had a bad day, he gives you a chain of confusing emotions

First he’s pissed off and questions who was an asshole today

Then you receive an apology for yelling at you

Then he insists you go to his or your dorm and rest

If you’re ever doubting yourself, he’ll also get pissed and start questioning you who told you you can’t be a hero

If you tell him it wasn’t anyone, he’ll just wrap himself around you no matter where you are, and tell you things that help

Like, ‘you get to make what you want out of yourself’ and ‘you’re only villainous if you have bad intentions’

He gets really anxious when you’re faced with villains because he’s afraid they’ll try and kidnap you like they did him

Because he’ll admit, your quirk doesn’t really have that heroic flash to it

Resulting in the villains possibly wanting you for themselves

He knows you can stand up for yourself, but at times he’s gone up to someone who’s a constant ass to you

*cough*Monoma*cough

And socked him in the face without prior context

It resulted in him having a few days under house arrest but he’d gladly do it again for your sake

Todoroki ❄️🔥

At first, he didn’t pay much attention to you or your quirk

And by that I mean he pays A LOT of attention to you and your quirk

But he never says anything to you because he’s too lazy

He hears everyone saying stuff behind your back about how your like a villain

And his natural instinct tells him to tell them to stop talking like that about you

Because it’s just not nice to let it continue + he sees the good in you

At one point, he made an effort to talk to you because it seemed like you were sad

And thus evolved a friendship with you and Todoroki

We all know that are boy Shouto isn’t very familiar with emotions

So when his crush started forming, he assumed it was anxiety or something

He eventually didn’t know why his ‘anxiety’ has been lasting so long and only kicked in around you

He went to Midoriya for advice since Midoriya struggles with... anxiety, too

This is to which when Midoriya told him it wasn’t anxiety and that he’s got a crush on you

Todoroki didn’t really act differently around you because he’d had these feelings for so long and didn’t know

Everyone but you could pick up on the fact that Todoroki had a crush on you

Your classmates were irritated with the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it and that you didn’t realize it

It’d gotten to the point where All Might could tell, too, and it annoyed him too because he’s probably you and Todoroki’s #1 shipper

He thinks it’d be adorable so he purposely teams you two up for everything

But he’ll switch it up once in a while so it’s not too suspicious

Your class had ended up forcing him to ask you out, so he did and ofc you said yes

He, just like Bakugo, isn’t big on PDA

But Todoroki will still hold your hand and kiss your forehead every so often

He’s not one to get jealous, either, but sometimes he’ll get suspicious about someone flirting with you and not stopping

He’ll come over and wrap and arm around your waist and overall just make your relationship obvious

(I really like the idea of All Might just completely stanning his students relationships)

He’s kind of like your personal photographer, along with everyone else in your class

They all just happen to have a phone open and camera ready when there’s a cute moment between you two

Todoroki is a big cuddler

Whenever you two are alone, he’s all over you, smothering you in love

He’s not big on lip kissing but when he does, it’s soft, sweet, quick and innocent

You’ve only ever gotten a rough kiss once, when he’d gotten really jealous and angry because you were really uncomfortable and a guy wouldn’t stop hitting on you, no matter how much you said to stop

To which he just walked up to you and snagged you by your waist and just kissed you roughly right there and whispered something in your ear

And then dipped, dragging you behind

The only type of public affection he doesn’t really mind is holding hands and sleeping on his shoulder on buses or during breaks and such

He doesn’t get angry easily but one of the things that angers him the most is when someone tells you you’re nothing more than a worthless villain

Your quirk gives off the impression that it’s harmful and scary

After all, it’s purpose is to scare someone into being like a personal puppet and you’re the puppet master

It’s not very soft and innocent compared to other quirks

But once someone gets to know you, you’re really sweet and pure and only have good intentions

So when someone treats you like you’re a villain, he’s not very happy pissed off

He’s not one to go and throw punches at someone for this, like Bakugo, but he’ll definitely intimidate them into not being such an ass

He also hates when you doubt yourself because he only sees your future full of success and you doubting it won’t get you there

He’s only ever been supportive of you so when you’re not being supportive of yourself, he’ll take as much time needed to get the point through that you’ll do great in the future and be nothing but successful and happy

Hitoshi😈

At first, he only ever heard rumors about you

He’d hear things like ‘have you heard about that girl in 1-a?’ ‘Yeah! I heard she’s a freak!’ ‘She’ll definitely be a villain if she has the chance’ ‘what kind of hero has such a horrifying quirk?’

He shook it off as nothing much until he heard a comment that compared him to you

‘She’s even more like a villain that Shinso! And that’s saying a lot!’

It not only annoyed him that you were being talked about, but it made him more eager to meet you, just to see what everyone was talking about

On the day that they announced about the sports festival, he planned to tell class 1-a to give it their all because he’s determined to steal a spot in the hero course

Everyone else planned to swarm the room and scope out their competition

As he was monologging about how they should try their hardest, a kid behind him cut him off by yelling something about you

‘Hey look! It’s the weird freak girl!’

Everyone looked to you and you rolled your eyes and insisted you’re not a freak

After everyone had left, he stayed behind to apologize about everyone being like that to you and that he struggles with the same problem

You two bonded over that and I really like the word thus, so thus a friendship was born

When he realized he had a crush on you, it was after the sports festival when he was moved into class 1-a, taking Mineta’s spot (cause no one likes Mineta)

He found his eyes gradually finding their way to you during class and was more nervous around you

He beat himself up everyday for having these emotions because you’re his best friend and if you don’t feel the same, it could ruin everything

He got a odd burst of confidence one day and took it upon himself to ask you out

He doesn’t seem like a big cuddler but oooooooo is that false

He enjoys the idea of PDA

But like, he’s really chill about it

Some people don’t even know you’re dating because he’s so chill about it

He doesn’t do it to show you off or anything. He simply does it because he feels like showing he cares about you and isn’t scared to show it

If you’re not too big on it, he’ll do is best to restrain himself and do whatever you’re comfortable with

He doesn’t kiss you much more than a few pecks when you’re put in public but when you’re alone

Ooooh boy is the boy kiss starved

Depending on his mood or amount of energy, the kiss varies

It’ll be a lighthearted quick kiss if he’s feeling lazy or tired

If he’s angry it’ll be rough but yet still a little gentle

If he’s sad, it’s slow and long but will result in cuddling and sleeping

If he’s feeling neutral, it’ll be a pretty average kiss(?its hard to explain)

It’ll just be calm, relaxed, and passionate and probably end in a makeout session

He feels less on edge in the relationship because the base of it is trust and loyalty

You have to trust him and his quirk that he’s not going to use it against you unless you’re sparing in class or something

And even if your fighting in trainings, he feels like he’s breaking your trust by doing so

You enjoy combat with him because you absolutely refuse to use your quirk against him, therefore it helps you get better at physical fighting

After trainings you often find each other apologizing for fighting, even though that’s what you signed up to do, no matter who it’s against

Like Bakugo, he’s really anxious when you’re faced with villains because your quirk is so... dark- that they’d want you to work for them

He has faith that you’ll be okay, but it still gives him a panic attack when hears something about you and villain(s) in a one on one fight

Because of how everyone looks at you, you’re kinda depressed not the happiest person

He’ll gladly skip class if your having a crash of depression and take you to the dorms to relax and know everything’s okay

Sometimes you’ve been caught doing so but he completely takes the blame and insists you don’t get a punishment for it

He’s not easily jealous, mainly because most people know you’re together and people know his quirk so they’re kinda scared

But those who don’t will soon find out if them mess with you

He’s depressed not too happy, either, so he knows how to deal with that stuff

When you two are alone, it’s usually pretty quiet, him laying on yours or his bed with his head in your lap, you messing with his hair, mumbling things to each other

It’s just all around a really great way for you two to relax

Dabi💙 (has a quote that’s literally just the f word repeatedly)

You never really saw the point in being a hero

Sure there was fame and pride and all that dumb stuff

But you never understood why someone would want to help someone else

Why stop chaos when you can cause it?

Plus it’s way easier to go out of control and ignore the laws rather than enforce the law and be constantly nagged at for one mistake

You don’t do full time villain work yet, but rather watch from the sidelines and scoff whenever a hero showed up

Long story short, you heard something about the Leauge of Villains trying to recruit more people

You figured ‘why not?’ And decided you might as well give it a shot

It could be fun?

You were able to get a chance to meet with a man named Giran

Who was willing to take you to the league

He brought you to their main area, which was a simple bar

(Enjoy a little bit of dialogue that I say happened)

“Who do you have for me now, Giran?” (Shigaraki)

“A girl. She came to me herself.”

“How can we trust that? You idiot! She could be working for someone.”

“I don’t know. She seems pretty genuine.”

“Who are you?”

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Quirk?” “Its called Panic. If I look at someone, I know their fears, then use it as a way of attack or pressure them into doing things for me, by giving them a panic attack.”

“Why would you want to work with us?”

“Killing people is way more fun than therapy.”

You were recruited into the League of Villains after a little bit of more questioning

You’d met everyone that was currently recruited and it was like a breath of fresh air around them... oddly

Blah blah blah, more villain leauge stuff blah blah blah

One day in particular stuck out to you, when you met Dabi and Toga

You were just sitting on the bar top, leaning against the wall by the TV with a soda in your hand up by your mouth, since you don’t drink liquor because here we don’t drink

You were just talking with Shigaraki and stuff when they walked in and you choked on your drink when you saw Dabi

Great first impression

Once you heard his voice you knew you were done for

Once his eyes landed on you, he gave you a small ‘wassup’ nod and you internally freaked out

Once they were recruited they introduced themselves to you and you returned the gesture

Long story short blah blah blah, you became best friends with Toga and close friends with Dabi

Once Dabi’s crush evolved, he wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you and make you a blabbering, flustered mess

Shigaraki absolutely hated this, since he’s evolved a type of father-daughter relationship with you

Twice and Toga think it’s super cute while Kurogiri and Mr Compress think it’s ridiculous

Everyone else just ignores it until something actually happens

Once you actually started dating, you met his passionate, soft side

He’s big on PDA

Basically clinging to you 24/7 besides in fight/mission type things

But he does in nonchalantly

He’ll have you in his lap and kissing your cheek and neck during villain meetings but he’ll act completely subtle

Which makes everyone just completely look past it

He’s a huge tease

He’s constantly teasing you about whatever he can think of as long as it’s not too mean

He’ll tease you physically, as well

Letting his lips hover above yours, foreheads presses together, then once you lean, in he breaks character and puffs a big gust of air into your mouth, then laughs at you

Or rest his hand on your torso, slowly moving his hand to your waist, sending tingles through your body with his touch

To then stop right on your upper hip and then pushes himself off you and makes an excuse like he has dishes to do even though you’re in the bar and there isn’t any sink nor dishes

He admires your quirk more than almost anything

He thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world to watch

And thinks it’s the most hilarious thing to sit back, relax, and watch you horrify someone into practically shitting themselves

For revenge on him for all his teasing, you’ll scare him with your quirk every once in a while

He laughs it off after a quick scream, but internally, he’s cursing like never before

Seriously, his only thoughts are ‘Mother Fucker- fucking fucking shit- holy mother fucking shit what the fuck— who the fuck- where the fuck- when the fuck- why the fuck and how the fuck!?!’

The first time you did this to him, you’ll never forget because it was probably the funniest thing you’ve seen him do

He was just walking the closet in the morning for a shirt and you snuck into his apartment and put whatever he’s afraid of in his closet

And the boi just shrieked like a little girl.

It made you noticed by causing a loud wheeze to erupt from your throat from the kitchen

You still tease him about it and all he replies is ‘haha very funny’ and then goes silent, only causing more laughter

After you scare him a little too much, you apologize while laughing and pull him into a big hug

He secretly loves dropping his head in your lap and drifting to sleep with you running your hand through his hair

His kisses are either soft and slow to rough and passionate there’s really no in between

You get one or the other and that’s that

But you don’t complain about it

He has complete trust in you that you’ll be fine on missions

As a villain, they get back talked a lot, which is normal and something you should expect when walking into a villain carrier

But when he heard something about you

Oh boy is he defensive as crap

At one point you were mentioned on the news and they were saying bad things about you

And the whole squad was gathered around the tv and he just chucked his bottle at the tv, stabbing a hole through it

He had to replace the Tv cause it pissed off Shigaraki

Thank God he never really hears it in the moment on the streets or something because he probably would’ve killed a dozen+ people by now

He’s all around, a really affectionate, defensive and passionate guy

He’s a genuine sucker for you omg

[artificialqueens]

Something’s Been Different Lately (Witney) - Albatross

AN: Second attempt at writing in this fandom. Any constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Bonus points if you know the book the ending dialogue was inspired (loosely) by. Willam - male pronouns, Courtney/Shane - female pronouns, just for the sake of simplicity.

“Willam…you were quite loud last night,” Courtney said pointedly as she worked on applying her makeup for the show tonight. The man in question looked up from the mirror he had been painting in front of and glanced back at Courtney with a slightly shamed but clearly proud smile as he replied nonchalantly, “Sorry.” “Doubt it,” the blonde shot back in a huff. She felt utterly tense at addressing the situation with her best friend but it was something she had to do for her own sanity. Last night wasn’t the first time she’s overheard Willam’s liaisons; steadily they have become more frequent, particularly as they joined the same tour last month. At first she tried to ignore it but recently it had become harder and harder not to listen, particularly as Willam had started becoming quite vocal during them. The previous night had been the final straw and Courtney resolved to talk with him about it. She couldn’t stand hearing the other queen moaning and calling out other men’s names late into the night. Not as she laid in her bed next door desperately fighting the urge to cry as she did all she could to block out the noise. Turning around at the sharp comment, Willam took in the other queen’s discomfort with a vaguely furrowed brow. It seemed unusual to him that Courtney would be so irritated by this as they had all heard more than their fair share of tour mates hooking up at all hours of the night. The two stared each other down through Courtney’s mirror but as usual, she was the first break eye contact and return to her work. Silently, Willam removed himself from the chair he had been firmly seated in and joined Courtney at her own station. He waited patiently as the other queen applied the final touches to her eyebrows before wrapping an arm around the blonde’s shoulders and pulling her close. “Hey, if it bothers you that much, just bang on the wall next time and tell us to shut the fuck up,” the younger queen joked. Less than amused, Courtney stared up the dirty blonde with a stony expression on her half-painted face. Willam’s eyebrows raised slightly at the reaction and said semi-apologetically, “Or we could just ask to have rooms on different floors or something…” Courtney’s icy glare immediately cracked at the thought of being further separated from her friend. Hurriedly, she dismissed that idea and offered, “We don’t have to go that far…just…maybe keep it down a little so I can tune it out with the TV?” Willam’s smirk returned as he ruffled Courtney’s natural hair and promised, “Alright, I can work with that.” Courtney swatted his hand away with a smile and returned to completing her makeup routine. Despite the supposed air of finality on the subject; Willam wasn’t inclined to leave Courtney’s side just yet. He openly studied the older queen until he felt the urge to blurt out, “When’s the last time you got laid, anyway?” Courtney thanked the gods above that she hadn’t been applying her lip liner right at that second and froze in pure shock with the pencil hoving just millimeters away from her skin. She felt the blood rising to her cheeks as she stared at Willam through the mirror. Fighting the overwhelming desire to flee immediately from the dressing room, she asked cautiously, “Why do you ask?” “That long, huh?” Willam asked, smirk wider than ever now that he had pegged the other queen’s problem. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Courtney replied hastily as she carelessly drew on her top lip. She might be read later for the sloppiness but right now all she was focused on was making herself look decent enough so that she hide anywhere else until the show started. Before she was able to attempt the lower lip, Willam gently pulled the pencil from her hand and turned her chin up to face him. “Come on now, it’s that bad. At least not enough to willfully booger your own makeup just to escape.” Courtney sat in a stunned, embarrassed silence as Willam carefully evened out the liner on top and drew the bottom to proportion out the illusion. “There…a little overdrawn but you’re pretty again.” “Thanks,” Courtney mumbled shamefully as she turned away to find the right shade of lipstick amongst her strewn supplies. “Use this one,” Willam said as he plucked one from the pile and handed it to her. Courtney’s eyes shot to Willam’s then down to the hand extended towards her before hesitantly accepting the tube. While she ran the color over her lips, Willam pressed on with his inquiry, “I didn’t mean anything by it, Court…You just seem a little…wound up lately, I guess.” “Its been awhile…” Courtney admitted vaguely. She remembered every detail of when she last had sex; who it was with, what had happened during and after…what it made her realize…But that was none of Willam’s business and she intended to keep it that way. “Thought so,” Willam trailed off. Courtney took the reprieve from questioning to rush through the remaining steps needed to become the Courtney Act everyone expected to see that night. She was moments away from pinning in her hair and running out the door when Willam placed a gentle hand on her upper arm. It took all she had not to shiver at the contact as she listened to Willam apprehensively asking her, “Why don’t you join me tonight?” Her jaw dropped slightly as she choked out several incoherent syllables in a pathetic attempt to create a proper sentence. “And some trade I’m hooking up with after the meet and greet,” Willam added quickly before muttering to himself with an eye-roll, “He’s already seen what I look like; I bet he’d jump at the chance to fuck someone prettier.” Courtney fought the urge to grab Willam and shake him for talking down on himself. Every time she heard Willam insulting himself or giving himself a back-handed compliment, her heart broke a little. But all she could bring herself to do at the moment was anxiously bite her lip as she considered the proposal. She knew there were a million ways for this to blow up in her face but it had been so long…and she trusted that Willam had the best intentions by asking her. Seeing the internal struggle play out on his best friend’s face, Willam continued on, “Don’t feel like you have to say ‘yes’ for my sake; it’s totally up to you…You could even just watch if you want and join in on whatever you feel comfortable with. I can check with him but I don’t think he’d have a problem with it.” With a heavy sigh, Courtney took one last look at the hope in Willam’s eyes and made her decision. She nodded with a timid smile and agreed on the condition that Willam check with the man first before fully committing. The grin Willam returned to her made the inevitable heartbreak almost seem worth it. Within the hour, Willam had received confirmation of the other man’s approval and proudly announced it to Courtney…as well as half of the venue’s staff as the queens made their way to the stage for their performance. If she had to be honest with herself, Courtney had wished multiple times throughout the waiting period that the unknown trade would refuse but now she seemed stuck to at least follow her friend back to their hotel room. She tried her best to remain optimistic for what lay ahead for the remainder of the night but not even Willam’s giddy excitement could ease the growing queasiness in her stomach. **************************** Following the end of the show, the queens did a quick touch up to their faces for the meet and greet and then rushed back to the hotel once the final fan had left. Courtney had not thought to ask Willam to describe the mystery man prior to meeting him but one look around the hotel lobby and she easily picked out Willam’s target for the night. He was tall, tan and clearly hit the gym more often than most; in short, he was 100% Willam’s type. At a glance, Courtney might’ve even found him attractive not so long ago but tonight her mind was on another man she’d rather have. Willam let the two introduce themselves, seemingly learning for the first time that the man’s name was Marco, and led the way back to his room. Marco was less than subtly checking out the queens as they walked a few paces in front of him and left little doubt that he internally licking his lips at what the night held for him. Despite the easy going nature he displayed in the lobby, Courtney still felt uncomfortable and slightly out of place as he followed behind them. Willam glanced over to her friend and pulled her close to whisper excitedly in her ear, “I did good, huh? Just wait till you see his dick! He sent me a pic last night and ooh, bitch, I damn near drove myself the 6 hours it took to get here.” Courtney gave the other queen an awkward smile and remained silent. Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny voice was screaming at her to just go back to her own room and let herself cry herself to sleep; whatever happened tonight wouldn’t be worth the pain tomorrow. But she told Willam she’d join…so she’d at least put up a good front during the night’s escapades. As they turned down the final hallway, Willam uncapped the bottle of poppers around his neck a took a deep whiff. She blinked her eyes as the familiar sensation took over her body and offered the bottle to Courtney who declined with a polite shake of her head. Brushing off the refusal, Willam asked gleefully, “Been awhile since we shared one, huh? What’s it been, 5 months?” and noticeably sped up as the room came into view. “Sounds about right…” Courtney replied vaguely as she watched her friend whip out the card key and open the door with an air of heavy practice. She knew exactly how long ago they had last spent the night together with some common trade; 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days…Courtney remembered all too well what had happened…The night was typical for them; show, meet and greet, then out to have a little fun at a nearby club. They had just enough to drink to make the idea of having a threesome before an early flight the next morning seem like the most brilliant plan of the century. They bickered back and forth for a good 20 minutes over who they would take to bed with them but finally they settled on a what seemed to be a happy medium; a verse top just a few years younger than them with an open mind and a beautifully toned body. It took less convincing (and alcohol) than they thought to lure him back to Willam’s room, especially considering that by that point it would be generous to say they had looked anything like the gorgeous queens that would appear in tomorrow’s Instagram photos of the show. All the same, the man eagerly allowed himself to be enveloped by the queens on either side of him. Hell, he even encouraged them to have some fun with each other as well and that was the moment Courtney pegged as the beginning of her descent into perpetual heartache. They had kissed often enough before, even had gone so far as to give one another a handjob when they got too wound up on the road. But that night when they kissed something felt…off. Courtney blamed the alcohol for a serious case of beer-goggles because even with his smeared lipstick, glittery eye shadow extending down his cheeks, and painted eyebrows half wiped off; Willam still looked amazing to her. She wanted to tear the other queen’s wig off, run her fingers through his natural curls and kiss him till there wasn’t a trace of lipstick between the two of them. But she quickly pushed the thought away and focused her sight back on their one night stand. The queens took their turn with him and he basked in the attention he received from them. Courtney had her chance first and was left utterly satisfied, at least physically. Usually when they would share for the night, as soon as one queen was finished, she’d excuse herself to clean up and often times would remain in the bathroom or at least out of sight as the other had their fun. They might switch back once or twice for a second round but once they actually began fucking, that was the cue for the other to keep their distance. That night Courtney dared to cross the line. She remained on the bed and watched as Willam laid on his back taking every inch of the nameless man and begged for more. Something in that moment broke down the wall Courtney had unknowingly built and she wanted nothing more than to be the one making Willam scream for her. Without thinking about it, she had climbed over top of Willam and kissed him. Far from being repulsed by the behavior, he pulled Courtney in closer and ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. Courtney broke their lip lock with a sharp gasp as she felt Willam’s hand wrapped around her and pump in time with man thrusting into him. He was coming apart beneath her as he neared his own release but instead of the previous moans of broken syllables, he seemed to have only one name stuck to his lips; hers. As he was drawn closer and closer to the edge, she marked her territory on his skin, painting his neck and chest with the remainder of her lipstick and with what would later develop into noticeable hickies the next morning. With a final cry of her name, Willam came and shuddered violently beneath her but never loosening his grip. Seeing him fall apart so completely with only her in his thoughts made her wish more than anything that she had been the one inside him. But all the wishing in the world wouldn’t change the fact that it would only ever be his hand that she felt on her member and with a final cry of his name, she released onto his hand and stomach. At some point the unknown man finished and took his leave. For the life of her, Courtney could not even remember how long it took him to cum or if he cleaned himself off before exiting. All that played through her mind was the imagery of Willam panting and moaning beneath her, cumming with her name on his lips like it was her driving him over the edge. He had passed out less than half an hour after the session ended, barely even cleaning up and getting a pair of underwear on before collapsing between the sheets. His last act was to wrap an arm around Courtney’s waist as she leaned against the headboard in disbelief over what had happened. She wanted to run back to her room and scream at the overwhelming realization of her emotions but when she looked down at the drowsy man beside her, she found she couldn’t bear to leave his side just yet. Pushing aside her growing worry for now, she slipped underneath the covers and pulled Willam closer to her. Though she would never bring it up with Willam (who’d deny it anyway) she swore she saw the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a small smile right before she fell into an exhausted slumber. When she awoke a few hours later, she disentangled herself from her sleepy friend and made the walk of shame back to her own room but not before turning out the lights Willam had left on in preparation for the inevitable hangover he’ll have the next morning. At best she would only have enough time for an hour or two more of sleep before having to get both Willam and herself checked out in order to make it to their flight on time so she decided to take the chance to work out exactly what made her act the way she had during that supposedly NSA hookup. Willam had always held a special place in her group of friends. Despite the constant teasing, he did show genuine concern for her when she needed it. Emotions were not his strong suit but the effort he made to help meant all the world to her. Besides that, he was just plain fun to be around. He could always make her laugh even on the shittiest days and despite the questionable situations they found themselves in, he never intentionally did anything to put her in danger. He was both her escape and her grounding in reality; they brought out the best and worst in each other and weren’t afraid to call each other out on their bullshit. To put it bluntly, they fit together like yin and yang. They certainly could function on their own but when brought together they offered the perfect counterbalance to each other’s personalities. Yet despite how it looked on paper, there was still the reality of their working life that made the idea of a relationship seem entirely irresponsible at best. Courtney knew this but that did nothing to alleviate her feelings and she was quite certain Willam did not return them in the any capacity. It could be argued that his jabs at her were nothing more than an adult version of the playground teasing a child did towards their crush but Courtney very much doubted it. No one was immune to his taunting once they became close enough with him; it was pretty much his default form of communicating with those he cared about. That fact alone almost made the situation more bearable; knowing she had no chance with him and thus little opportunity to fuck up what they already had provided some relief from the ever increasing anxiety that accompanied her thoughts on the situation. But although that part of the equation provided some solace, it did nothing to stop the jealousy and hurt that sprang up when she happened to overhear his frequent hookups. He was just as happy to spill the details the next day even as her responses grew increasingly more bitter. Even the morning following their mutual tryst, he ignored the pounding in his head in order to ecstatically compare notes with her of what they could both remember. “And damn, Court! You really did a number on my chest! Looks like someone attacked me with a fucking vacuum.” She knew he was exaggerating for comedy’s sake but even through the layer of makeup he had used to cover the most visible marks, she saw she had in fact left quite an impression on his skin. She tried to feel guilty about it, she truly wanted to, but again the thought of marking her territory worked its way back into her mind even though she knew it would never be true. That had been the last time she had sex but certainly not the only time she tried. Immediately following their next show, Courtney wasted little time in finding another man to spend the night with. She quickly found a willing participant and eagerly led him back to her room. He was far from her usual type and that was exactly what she had hoped for. She wanted to forget herself in himself, begged the heavens for it even, but after 10 minutes of unsuccessful foreplay it was clear that nothing was going to happen that night that’d be worth writing home about. Instead she offered oral as something of consolation prize and parted ways with him immediately after. The same results came about when she tried again next week, as well as a few days after that. No matter who she selected, each attempt ended in relative failure leading up to going nearly six months of unwilling abstinence. To say she was frustrated at this point would be an understatement. She had a slight hope that maybe tonight something would change that but given her latest track record, it seemed unlikely. Nearly the second the door had been closed, Willam crowded Marco against the bed. He seemed to appreciate the slightly aggressive manhandling Willam displayed as he sat him of the edge of the mattress and carefully pulled down the zipper. Courtney was actually quite taken aback at how forward Willam was being tonight. Usually he took his time to tease his partners before giving them what they wanted. He loved getting them riled up, pushing them to the edge and back by denying them what they wanted until they begged for the privilege of using his body. He practically got off on the thought alone of making men crave him to the point where they were willing to sacrifice their pride for just one night of pleasure with him. But tonight Willam went straight to the point and made it clear that he did not want to wait to begin that night’s activities. The boxers were barely out of the way before Willam had his lips wrapped around Marco. Courtney stood in shock as she watched Willam work his mouth in a way only he knew how. Her fingers twitched as she felt the familiar sting of envy pierce her heart like a needle. Part of her was angry, enough that she was tempted to walk out right then but another part yearned to stay. She felt compelled to watch; it would be the closest she could get to the real thing while still staying safe in the protective bubble she had created. Tonight she would allow herself to be a voyeur, simply taking in the sights while staying behind their unspoken boundary this time. As Willam focused on his own task, Courtney settled into a nearby chair and remained out of his line of sight. Marco however made it a point to watch her rather than the one currently servicing him. He gave her a small smirk and slid his fingers through Willam’s faux blonde locks. He slowly pulled away to remind the other man, “Watch the hair…” Instantly Marco turned on the charm and offered an apology. He smiled down at Willam who spun on his knees to ask Courtney, “Want a turn?” Courtney’s eyes shot from Marco then down to Willam as a light pink tinted her cheeks. She timidly shook her head and replied softly, “No, I’m fine.” Willam nodded and turned his attention back to Marco for another minute before pulling off with a loud final 'pop’. He stood up to whisper something in Marco’s ear and was met with an ardent grin. The two eagerly discarded their clothes as Willam dug through his suitcase for the lube and condoms he always seemed to keep on hand. As he returned to the bed, Marco crashed his lips to Willam’s for a brief moment before asking huskily in his ear, “How do you want it?” Courtney saw a fleeting look of hesitation pass across Willam’s face and leant forward in curiosity. Willam had never faltered in front of her before. Even when he knew something was a terrible idea, if he thought there was even the slightest chance things might work out, he’d plow right along all the way up to the moment where it blew up in his face. That stubborn optimism was one of the qualities she had found so endearing about him but tonight she wished more than ever that he would listen to his sense of reason and call it quits. But that was not Willam’s way and he flickered his eyes back to Courtney’s for a brief moment before answering, “I want to watch her…” She felt her cheeks burning and a surge of pleasure shot straight to groin. Her eyes connected with Willam’s as he positioned himself on hands and knees facing her direction while Marco slipped on the condom. As soon as the first lubed finger pressed at his entrance, his teeth caught his lower lip in anticipation of what was to come. Again, a wave of jealousy washed over Courtney but watching Willam’s face contort in pleasure as Marco prepped him was almost worth it. The soft noises of pleasure that escaped Willam were like music to her ears. If she could be the one eliciting them, she would gladly listen for the rest of her life. Marco continued to stretch him until he easily took three fingers and was nearly begging for something more. Taking the cue, Marco withdrew the digits and lined himself up with Willam’s entrance. Courtney forced down a thick swallow as Marco carefully guided himself in and drew out a satisfied moan from the man beneath him. He paused his movements until Willam adjusted to the change, then made quick work of setting a fitting pace for both of them. Through it all, Courtney never took her eyes off Willam. She felt a rush of shame develop in the pit of her stomach as she slipped a hand beneath her dress and palmed herself through the thin panties she had worn. Part of her hated the way she was getting so worked up at the sight of her best friend being fucked by another man but it was hard not to react when he was making such a show of it. With a glazed look in his eyes, Willam purposefully dropped his gaze down to Courtney’s hidden hand. In a breathless voice, he begged her to come over and like a puppy eager to please, she was out of her seat before the final syllable passed his lips. Balancing himself on one hand, he reached up to grab the front of Courtney’s dress and pull her down to his level. He brought his lips close to hers but paused once he got within an inch of touching them. He was panting heavily now with each graze over his prostate and struggled to find the right words to speak. Daring to bridge the gap, Courtney crashed her lips to his in a manner so frenzied she inwardly cringed at her own desperation. Willam made no effort to rebuke the action and kept the fabric of her dress clutched tightly in his hand. The two held the heated lip lock as long as they could until a lack of air forced them to separate in order to catch their breath. Recovering quickly, Courtney leant back in to begin again but halted as Willam released her from his grip. Clumsily, he traced his hand down to her thigh and paused at the hemline. “C-Can I-” Willam gasped between thrusts. Courtney’s eyes blew wide open as she realized what he was offering and fervently nodded her head. Willam gave a small smile and struggled with his free hand to pull the panties aside. If Courtney had been in any clearer of a head space she would have helped but at the moment she too overwhelmed at the situation to be of much use other than to simply stand there. They held each other’s gaze as Willam carefully slid himself down on her length. Even with the force of the man slamming into him, Willam made sure not to hurt Courtney. Earlier his focus had been solely on how good he could look while sucking off his partner, but with her he only cared about what gave her the most pleasure. Whatever she reacted to, he made sure to repeat it tenfold and within moments she was left an absolute mess in his hands. The mere fact that he was so concerned with making sure she enjoyed herself as well tonight left Courtney feeling weak at the knees. Throwing aside any remaining notion that this night could remain emotion-free; Courtney lightly traced her fingers along Willam’s cheek and finally allowed herself to get lost in his sinful blue eyes. She wanted to take in every detail of this moment because she knew it would not happen again. As Courtney grew closer, she whispered out a shaky warning to Willam. He slowly pulled off and gave her a few more pumps before lost it and released onto his chest. It was just as well that she had finished so quickly, neither of the other men would last much longer. As Willam came, he moaned out Courtney’s name and drew her back in for another sloppy kiss while he rode out his orgasm. Marco finished shortly after and carefully withdrew from Willam. The instant Willam felt the other man slide off the bed, he pushed himself into a kneeling position to kiss Courtney more easily. He cupped her face in his hands as though she were the most sacred object in the world and pulled her close enough to be left tilting precariously over the edge of the bed. Courtney placed a firm hand on his shoulder and used the other to balance herself as she guided them down onto the mattress. They stayed locked in that position for several moments before Willam reluctantly excused himself to clean up. As he disappeared into the bathroom, a flood of emotions washed over Courtney. Her head started throbbing as she instantly started analyzing everything that had happened since the door had closed less than hour earlier. Feeling numb, she repositioned herself at the edge of the mattress and buried her face in her hands.   Slowly she was getting lost in her own thoughts but an unexpected presence directly in front of her brought her attention back to reality. Confused, she looked up to find Marco hovering far too close for comfort. She would have thought he’d have left by now but it seems he had been watching their exchange and waited patiently for an opening. Now that Willam was out of sight, he turned his full attention to Courtney and immediately she felt small and weak under his gaze. With little regard for her personal space, he ran his fingers down her cheek and asked if she wanted her turn with him as well. She tried her best to suppress a shudder but the glint in his eyes was unsettling. Politely, she declined and prayed he would take a few steps back. Disregarding the refusal, he continued to try and persuade her with his superficial charm, “You sure? Your friend had a good time…” “N-No, really,” she stuttered while trying to lean away from him, “I was just watching tonight, that’s it.” “I bet I could change your mind if you give me a shot…I know you would make it worth my while.” It was at this point Willam decided he had overheard more than enough and swiftly reemerged from the bathroom to survey the scene. His eyes narrowed as he took in Courtney’s undeniable discomfort and shot a pointed glare in Marco’s direction. Staring down the other man, Willam slipped onto the bed behind Courtney and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her cheek and whispered a confident, “I’ll handle this,” into her ear. With a sarcastic smile, he nuzzled against Courtney and bluntly addressed the unwanted man in front of them, “I think we’re done here, right Court?” Before either of the other two could respond, Willam pulled off his wig and and smiled sweetly at the startled man. Courtney almost wanted to laugh at the comical expression that played over his face but she was too overcome by relief that he now wasted no time in leaving. Willam arched a mocking eyebrow at the lightning speed in which Marco redressed himself and innocently asked, “Don’t you want to wash up first?” Blatantly ignoring the two queens, Marco grabbed his remaining belongings and stumbled out into the hallway. Willam rushed off the bed to lock the door after him but hesitated before slowly turning to face Courtney again. Guilt was written all over his face as sat beside Courtney and dropped his shoulders in defeat. Courtney could see the sincerity in his eyes as he softly apologized, “Court…I’m really sorry…I didn’t think he’d be-” “Willam…” Courtney interrupted, “It’s okay, I know you meant well when you asked.” Willam nervously shifted his eyes down to his lap and picked at the glue still stuck to his nails. “Really though…I wanted you to have a good time…I know there’s been something different with you.” He paused to take a deep breath and shakily reached over to place his hand over hers. He drew his gaze back to Courtney’s and firmly told her, “If you want to talk…I’m here. I won’t judge.” Courtney gave a rueful smile and replied, “I know you wouldn’t, Bill.” She leant against him taking in everything from his smell, the light dampness of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed…even how she swore she could almost hear his heart beating faster as she buried her face in his neck. He ran his thumb over her hand and waited patiently for a signal on what more he could do. All she wanted at the moment was just to sit with him in silence while she worked up the courage to speak again. Her lip quivered as she swallowed her pride and whispered against his skin, “I really like you.” Her head began to cloud as she felt a twitch in his hand and heard the halting confusion in his voice when he responded back, “I like you too, Court.” A broken laugh escaped her as she pulled away to face him. He really doesn’t get it. Tears were beginning to sting her eyes but she wiped them away and plastered on a remorseful smile. “No, I mean I-” She cut herself off as they locked eyes and suddenly found that any remnant of confidence she once held had now escaped with a single look from him. His eyes showed genuine concern for her but also revealed how he was struggling to grasp what she was trying to confess. She felt so vulnerable and helpless around him and she hated that. Words had always come so easily to her before but he managed to take all of that away without realizing it. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she cupped his face with her free hand desperately prayed to any deity listening that he would finally understand. A voice she hardly recognized as her own cracked as she whispered, “Bill…I like you.” His eyes darted across her face and she saw the gears in his head had finally started turning. A wave of realization noticeably passed over his face and she never felt more relieved or scared as when she saw him coming to terms with what she had just told him. A deep blush rose to his cheeks as he stared at her dumbstruck. The longer he remained silent, the more she felt her resolve shrink away until there was nothing left. It was obvious he didn’t feel the same and was trying to think of a way to let her down easy. She felt so stupid for trying; she should have just kept it to herself like she had before. She bolted off the bed as tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill over any second. She knew she wouldn’t be able to handle his sympathy if he saw. “Shane!” She stopped dead in her tracks as she felt her hand being engulfed by his. It felt like her heart stopped beating as she was spun around and pulled into Willam’s arms. He held her tightly as though she were the last lifeline he had before falling into the abyss. The tears finally escaped as he asked her, “You mean it?” Courtney stared at him incredulously before laughing out, “Yes!” She swore she had never seen a smile brighter than the one he gave her as he warned, “I’m really not the smartest choice, you know.” “That’s okay,” she replied as he delicately wiped her cheeks free of tears, “Neither am I.”

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“Meant to Belong” [2/3]

The second part of my Bendy x Alice story, I’ve just updated AO3 as well!

This is still a “safe” chapter, only Fluff in here, ‘cause I’ve decided to put the Smut part on the third. Hope you’ll enjoy this one, too!

The song I used is “My Escape” by Ravenscode, btw.

You are a total idiot. Yes, you are, and such a scaredy cat too. Compliments.

Alright, alright, enough with that shit! Let's say that Bendy didn't find the bravery to actually talk to Alice during the long break they just had, and let's even say that the still very nervous angel was now standing right next to the little devil on stage, waiting to find herself in front of their teeming audience once again, with a terrified and uncomfortable expression painted on her slim face and evidently not really up to perform or sing... fucking Hell, they were ruined, and the demonic character knew it well, too. “Great, really great. Oh for Satan's sake, why are girls always so complicated?” the minute star of the show thought as he carefully fixed his own black jacket, the refined piece of clothing Alice rudely tossed against his rounded face when they met in the main corridor just three or four minutes ago. “She's really mad at me this time.”.

Oh, and judging by the death stare Joey and the rest of the worried crew were giving them from behind the busy scenes, an earful or a punishment were the best options the united trio could hope for, especially if they'd mess up again during that important performance. Come on, those annoying creators were definitely exaggerating, his loyal co-workers were professionals and it wasn't entirely Bendy's fault, to be frank! Besides, he had a great plan to cheer Angel Face and his beloved fans up after the previous failure, with a little help from a certain best friend of his and a clarinet. If being successful and famous could allow you to disobey your bosses' direct orders and breaking tons of rules from time to time, heck yeah, Bendy was more than ready to do it his own way and make peace with the angelic singer of his band. “Ready for it, Boris?” the short devil silently whispered to the tall wolf, grabbing a microphone, winking at his kind-hearted buddy and getting an excited thumbs-up as a response; very good, it could finally begin. “Time to set this stage on fire, Bendy.”.

“Would you help me to find a new way? Would you guide me through all of this again? Don't let me slip away.” Bendy's unmistakable voice suddenly sang in the complete silence and darkness when the little devil met the angel's still irritated gaze, surprisingly and promptly accompanied by the peculiar sound of Boris' clarinet, as if those two had arranged to perform that unforseen song together, without saying anything to Joey, to the rest of the crew and especially to Alice, who was the one supposed to follow the right dance steps and don't mess up again. That wasn't on the syllabus, what was happening!? What was Bendy planning that time!? For fuck's sake, that disgusting demon was surely doing that on purpose, he truly enjoyed embarrassing her and get his friends and co-workers in trouble with the creators and the audience! All. The. Time. “I need you here 'till the very end, so stay here with me. There's so much love in your smile when I look at your face, and I'm here to stay. You're my first and my last love, and you're my escape.”

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But no, not this time: instead of staying still and ruthlessly watch the angelic cartoon's certain failure, grinning at the fallen girl from afar or internally make fun of her lack of preparation and actual panic, evident and almost tangible in her elegant traits, Bendy slowly stepped forward and tilted his round head to look in the young woman's black orbs and lifted his tiny arms up, to gently intertwine his thicker fingers with her tapered ones, silently asking Alice to dance with him; only a simple gaze was more than enough for the two of them to understand each other's thoughts, doubts and secret desires or fears. Natural chemistry, or just an artificial connection? Well, it didn't really concern her now, since Bendy was trying to truly “apologize” for the very first time of his life, so better take advantage from this situation. “So tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing. Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know.” the little devil happily intoned as he guided and moved with his surprised partner on the tidy stage, reminding Alice that his main innate talent was, in fact, dance. Oh, and probably charm too, since the stunning girl couldn't take her eyes off the demon, feeling hypnotised by his sly but caring grin.

Their inky and agile bodies were beautifully lit by the powerful light bulb of the spotlight, that was closely following their graceful and expert movements, almost accentuating the shiny fabric of their fancy gown and suit and each curve of their relaxed muscles, that were freely tensing and flexing to create an unequalled physical harmony and simultaneously a lovely but tacit tension between the apparently mismatched couple. It was like “seeing a fierce predator carefully interact with a frail prey”, that's how Joey and the others described their complicated and burning relationship; you could never know when one of the two would attack, or run, or growl at the other, or angrily submit without a fight, so as not to cause stupid disasters or useless problems to the superiors.

Yeah, the last option occurred pretty rarely to be completely honest, especially before an important performance or worse, a premiere; sometimes, a cold punch in the face or a firm kick in the delicate guts were way more satisfying than a plain compliment by the bosses or a nice communication with the patient and poor crew that had to put up with their unpredictable behaviour 24 hours a day, every single day. Egoism, you might say? Maybe a little bit, alright, but ehy! Brawling with an arrogant rival was one of life's few joys, maybe the sweetest, but the moments of complete peace or dammit, even tenderness between the spiteful devil and the fiery fallen angel were so incredibly rare that right now, seeing the two cartoons performing together with such grace, trust, respect and strength was almost unbelievable, definitely jaw-dropping.“You taught me to live each day, to live each day like it's my last. I won't make you turn away! So come with me, and never look back!”.

That particular song and its deep meaning couldn't be random at all, but the dancers' regal and measured steps surely were improvised... or at least things would have looked like that under the keen and trained eyes of a critic, or a journalist. Luckily for everyone nobody important was there that night, only the inexpert kids and the parents were watching the duo's little show, staring at Bendy and Alice with fascinated expressions and enchanted faces, not speaking as not to disrupt the magical and intimate atmosphere of the busy and pretty crowded room. “After all that we've been through, you are still by my side and I'm grateful you're there and I, I love you. You're my best friend and I want you to know I care!”. Only the tapping sound of their refined shoes hitting the wooden floor of the magnificent proscenium was audible, and the much more taller fallen angel smiled benignly as she spotted the tiny demon having an hard time keeping up with her own fast pace and hold her gloved hands in his, very careful not to step on her pale feet at the same time. Fucking height difference...

Poor thing, maybe he needed some help? Very well.

“So- Uh!?” a loud gasp of surprise and pure fear escaped from Bendy's parted lips as Alice unexpectedly bend over, curled her long fingers around his slim waist and easily picked him up, leaving her black haired partner with his short legs pitifully hanging in midair and feeling his pointed tail snugly wrapping around her curved hips, tightly, to probably get some sort of support and better security. Despite the minute star's evident confusion and distress, those momentary emotions were soon replaced by irrepressible excitement and frenzy as the young woman kept dancing with him in her arms and whispered a quick “I won't drop you, don't worry. Just sing with me.” against the demon's flushed left cheek. That wish was his command and besides, being so tall was awesome indeed! Cool! So that's how Boris and Alice always felt while walking around or simply standing!“S-so tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing. Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know!”.

“So this is how we planned it, knowing that we won't be alone. And this is how it's supposed to be, when you knew it all along!” Alice elegantly sang right after her limp co-worker, her voice echoing in the thin walls and reaching such perfect high notes Bendy couldn't even imagine existed. In those unique moments, the little demon could clearly understand why he felt that huge tension when that majestic, angelic creature would walk on stage and stop by his tense side, giving all she got to their loyal and cheering fans: Alice's powerful but also mild singing was capable of making your fragile ribcage shake in total bliss, your weak heart faint with overwhelming emotion, your knees turning into slimy jelly and your head soar on the clouds of Heaven and drown into the sweetest dreams and wildest fantasies. And her face was so incredible too, her body so damn sexy, her smile so tender and so cute... her freaking everything was perfect, designed to appear breathtaking and absolutely appetizing to everyone, and especially him. Dammit, was he really that helpless in front of her undeniable beauty? Yeah, most likely. “So tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing...”.

“... through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need.” brushing her smooth and pale chin with the covered tip of his index finger, Bendy encouraged the young angel to look into his pitch black orbs, that were shining with great amusement and sincere entertainment as he took a final breath and filled his small lungs with air, ready for the last verse which he hoped they would sing together. And so they did.

“So tell me you'll be right here with me. Hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing! Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know.” mixing and caressing each other like two passionate lovers would, the couple's voices generated an harmony that fit the romantic song, a very strange thing since they were technically natural enemies: an angel and a devil, good and bad, white and black, grace and disgrace. But maybe sometimes you just needed to forget about the differences to change your condition and embrace a new experience, or a surprising point or view; in fact, that was the very first time they performed together with such composure, without punching or trying to toss the other off the stage every five seconds. Even the audience seemed uncaring about their physical nature or their former relationship, since every single person in the big room immediately got up and started to clap forcefully and merrily, shouting out enthusiastic compliments and cheering at the top of their lungs, yelling their beloved names non-stop. Yes, their names, Alice's and Bendy's at the same exact time, as if they were one, as if them both had... the same importance. “And I know...”.

“Eheh, you hear them, Angel Cake? Listen carefully: this is all for you, you should be proud of yourself! Great job, not as good as mine of course, but pretty close!” Bendy weakly mumbled and laughed under his unsure breath with his usual sly and smug grin, panting a little to regain his yearned breath and still holding onto her narrow but robust shoulders. At this point, the tall angel seriously started to think that his dumb smile was indelible from his round visage, and soon after she felt his long black tail dropping down, the little devil trusting the girl completely and relaxing every single muscle, his tiny limbs imperceptibly contracting because of the previous exertion, and his sore throat aching slightly. Meh, singing wasn't that great after all... who cared about that stuff anyway, despite that he was still the most awesome star ever, and dancing was the most appreciated talent! “They love you, toots!”.

“No Bendy, you're wrong. Not only me.” Alice replied with a gentle and ecstatic smile, that only became wider as the angelic cartoon met the joyful gazes of the little kids, of the adults, of the teenagers and elders all around them. To the devil's tired and burning eyes, that amazing smile could lit the whole town, even the whole world. As the reddish curtain was rapidly brought down by the staff, the black haired woman turned her head towards her short co-worker and sincerely declared: “This is for us, for me, Boris and you. They love us all.”.

The sudden and rather scary sound of a powerful thunder broke the respectful silence that was deeply connecting the duo's blurred thoughts, and the violent rain started to ruthlessly beat against the thick windows, the grey rooftops, the hard asphalt, the greenish trees and everything standing outside their safe and warm building; at that precise moment, as the couple heard the noisy people, who just a few instants before were cheering them and clapping, standing up and quickly walking towards the exit to return home before the storm would get worse, the two talented cartoons knew that their show was finally over, at least for the night. Tomorrow was another day, hopefully a successful one.

“I guess... I guess it's time for me to rest and get some sleep, but only if Joey and the other creators don't wish to discuss the next performance with me, of course. Nice work by the way, I had fun tonight.” Alice kindly explained to her oddly attentive partner, clearing her throat and putting Bendy down with the needed attention, then scratching her cold nape with her nails and hearing another deafening rumble coming from outside. The young angel gently snickered and blinked a couple of times, feeling totally unafraid: “Now, that is what I call a real storm! Right? Bendy, what the...?” the black haired girl questioned and immediately spotted the little dancing demon hiding behind her calm form, his pointy tail tightly pressed between his curved legs and his tiny knees shivering in pure terror. No way, was he seriously...? “Bendy, are you... are you afraid of thunder and storms, like Boris is?”.

Snarling and frowning deeply in response, clearly irritated by her insolent insinuation, the minute demon promptly opened his thin lips to growl: “Pff, if I'm scared!? Do I look scared to you, Angel Face!? Pff! Me, Bendy the Dancing Demon, afraid of thunder and storms like some kind of crybaby, or like that wolf? You're insulting my pride and underestimating me, woman! I'm not scared at all, ok? No, no, no, no, no, no, no...” the stubborn star repeated mostly to himself with his slightly high-pitched voice, causing Alice to let out a pretty frustrated groan and cross her pale arms as she patiently waited for the truth. “... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, maybe a little bit. Ugh, okay fine, yes! You won, I'm scared of thunder and storms, too! Are you happy now?”.

“Nah, not really, I'm just amused.” Alice shrugged it off with a brazen and superior look, laughing in front of her terrified co-worker without shame and with a vicious glint shining in her dark irises, almost enjoying the awkward situation and seeing Bendy so vulnerable and fragile. “What's the matter, Bendy? Afraid of sleeping all alone, in your isolated and lonely room, with that terrible storm right outside the building and those thunders roaring in your ears? Ahah, you're very cute sometimes. I personally think that you should share a bed with someone tonight since you're so scared, little one!”.

After a moment of total silence and wise reflection, a squealing phrase that the beautiful, young angel would have never expected to hear was desperately shouted by the pleading devil, who dropped down on his weak knees and left the girl completely speechless: “Please toots, we both know that we hate each other's guts with all our soul and passion, but can I sleep with you tonight!?”.

… wait, what the fuck?

[ghostie-hoe]

WHY I HATE THIS SHOW

I got an ask earlier this morning accusing me of being a fake fan for the pure simplicity of me disliking characters and not agreeing with some of their actions. So I've decided to make a post with all the things I HATE about this show. Don't get me wrong, I've invested a lot of time and effort into this show, trying to piece together all the pieces and make sense of all the plot holes, but we have to admit there are some major issues with the show which go past just hating a character for being a shit person. So here all the reasons PLL ANNOYS ME. REASONS I DONT LIKE THIS SHOW - They always demonise poc characters or kill them off. For example, killing off Yvonne to set the pace for Spoby to slowly get back on track. - This show literally glamourises attractive people not having to take responsibility for their actions in the face of the law. The show is literally called Pretty little liars, no wonder they wouldn’t have charges put against them for anything they do. I mean Aria killed Shana and got away with it, Jessica’s killer is yet to be revealed but so far got away with their crime, Ezra stalked and dated underage girls and didn’t get charges against him??! These people get away with shit just for the fact that they are attractive - Alison’s character development has been so poor. We have literally been thrown nice Alison in our faces and are expected to forget that this girl bullied multiple characters oh the show, emotionally manipulated her friends and pretty much everyone in her life, faked being kindnapped, faked her death and used Emily on multiple occasions - Aria forever remains a door mat for Ezra. Ezra could do her so dirty and Aria would be there like his little lap dog. She took him back after he stalked her and lied to her for years and suddenly there’s no trust issues? He then cheated on her on live television with Nicole and Aria much like Veronica, chose to ignore it. And omg, I wanted to go to New York and drag her little ass back to Rosewood when she drove all the way to New York to pay Nicole a little visit like what the fuck Aria? You going to go square up to a woman who doesn't even know who you are?! All because you're fuck boy predator cheated on you?! PSA: IT IS EZRA'S FAULT GO BE MAD AT HIM, DO NOT MELT BACK INTO HIS ARMS AND CONFRONT NICOLE. Fuck sake. ALSO ARIA ACTING LIKE JENNA GETTING HER EYE SEIGHT BACK WAS INCONVENIENT?!!!? BITCH YOU WERE A BYSTANDING IN HER BLINDING. YOU CAN STRANGLE YOURSELF. - Veronica not leaving Peter’s cheating ass is something I’m so against. I understand that she loved him and built a life with him. But she could’ve have taken Spencer and Melissa and built something that wasn’t built on lies. I feel so bad for Veronica because Peter cheated on her with both Jesica and Mary (unknowingly) and now there are children out there who born from affaires. - PLOT HOLES. Maybe these will make sense as the story goes on but there are so many of them - Useless red herring characters. We are always and forever being lead to believe that the most irrelevant characters have something to do with A.D. They literally drag it out and have the girls play detective when it ends up being pointless. - Bad portrayal of mental illness. Can we please just think about the fact that to avoid prison time, every A has willingly revealed themselves and acted crazy to be institutionalised Instead of spending time in jail. - THEY SURVIVE EVERYTHING FROM FIRES TO BEING KIDNAPPED AND TORTURE. CAN AT LEAST ONE OF THEM DIE FOR ONCE? THIS SHOW ACTS LIKE THESE GIRLS ARE UNTOUCHABLE WHEN LETS BE REAL WE ALL WANT OME OF THEM TO DIE TO ADD SPICE TO THE FINAL TWIST - Hanna; Okay, I agree with @prettylittleliarsxxxx time jump Hanna sucks. They literally brought back the shop lifting Hanna. How shit for character development. She's saltier than McDonald's fries at the minute. Getting angry at everyone. She's irritating me so much. And this is coming from a Haleb shipper, but it pissed me off that Hanna and Caleb just flew back into their relationship without even giving Spencer time. Also, the fuck is up with them putting Spencer and Caleb together? Like that just goes against every girl code. It's a no zone. - MONA. Mona is quite frankly the best thing to happen to this show. Yes, she might have tortured the girls as A but she redeemed herself over the seasons, and really does care about Hanna. These girls still alienate and demonise her and they'd e pretty little dead girls if it wasn't for her. She's helped and saved their asses so many times. I just want Mona to find happiness. She deserves it.

[candy-corps]

Can you hold me in your arms?

Metro Man belongs to justiceisanoncorrosivemetal

“Just for a second? Or three?” Belle asked, already approaching.

[Metro Man blinks in surprise at the new bat person. Could she be Bruce’s family? She’s too grown to be the other’s child. Well, unless there is some funny time bending involved. It’s hard telling.] Um. Do you mean a hug?

“Hug is great” Belle found, her face getting even more cheerful.

[Plastering on canned smile #2, he opens his arms welcomingly.] Anything for a fan.

Fan yes, that’s how one could put it. Belle crossed the last distance, feeling even smaller next to the giant man in front of her. She could hardly see his face that up close … but she could hear his super heart beat in his chest as she leaned against it.

[Metro Man folds his arms around her. This woman, whoever she is, is sweet.]

So warm. And loud! Bursting with life. “… thank you” Belle spoke up eventually, hugging him back, but taking her time. She’s love to lift him off his feet, but even without the Metronite chances she’d handle were very, very slim.

You’re quite welcome. [Just like with most fangirls, he lets the hug go on a while. Their adoration and affection are generally harmless and it doesn’t hurt to indulge them some. Eventually, he does loosen his hold and move back a fraction.]

It was over way too soon but Belle was still not going to complain. She kept her hands on his sides for a moment longer though, seriously struggling to let go again.

“I read you got a baby” she finally admit with a bright smile - the whole reason for the sudden craving for the hero in white.

I did indeed. [It’s ever so tempting to correct her, to say that they hada baby, not got a baby, but ‘got’ does apply since it is a fact that they had a surrogate. It just sounds off, almost like they bought one at a store. Maybe it’s just because he’s still so touchy about the whole thing.] Are you a fan of kids?

“Yeaaaaah … I’d say so.” She tried to keep it cool, but giggled in the end. “I got a few on my own. And I’m happy. For you and Harrison. It’s … inspiring.” It was! Really.

Okay, when she won’t get her hands off him now, she might never be able to. Finally, Belle gave the man some personal space.

[A few of her own? Metro Man idly wonders whether they are all biologically hers or adopted or some combination of the two, like Bruce’s family.] Inspiring? I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but I suppose that it could be for both alien and gay couples.

“Yes” Belle affirmed. “It’s awful to think you can’t get one on your own - I mean, it’s bad enough for humans, but for us … uh, too.” You got all the ‘are our species even compatible problems. And breeding within the species was hardly an option for anyone. ” … yeah.” She was babbling. “You can count on me when you need any help” she promised with a nod. This must be their first child, after all. The thought of two men try to figure out how to handle a baby was an amusing one, but for the sake of little Devin, she’d rather lend a hand.

[Cocking his head, he seriously considers her offer. If she is anything like Bruce, she is completely earnest and honest and would make a decent babysitter for even a superpowered baby. There is just one issue.] That sounds like a good idea, but I don’t quite know you well enough to just hand him over to you. I would like to get to know you better and then we can discuss helping out with Devin.

Did he just say what she heard he was saying? Belle raised her hands to her mouth, shocked and flattered. And happy.

“Of course. Um - “ Posture, posture! She folded her wings behind her back again, though she couldn’t help but smile. “Did Devin ever meet another baby?”

[And that is part of why he wants to get to know her, to see if the excitable fangirl thing dies down to a more reasonable level. If not, it’s going to be hard to trust her to focus on the baby instead of him. Still, if she were another species, it would be doubtful that he would tolerate the behavior enough to offer her a chance at all.] He has been around a couple younger children, toddlers. But not any actual babies, I think. I would have to double check with Harrison on that to be sure.

Belle made a happy sound. “When he gets along with them he could meet mine. Reese. He’s thirteen months now. And I think it should be okay.” She yes expected Devin to develop some powers, but she was sure Reese could handle. Besides, keeping Devin from others his age just didn’t seem right.

[Running a few developmental comparisons through his head, Metro Man tries to figure out where Devin compares on a human scale. As far as movement, the infant is far ahead of a human, but a thirteen month old human would be able to speak and Devin isn’t at that point yet. Then again, this other child might not be human either or work off of a human scale, so who knows if they are actually at all near eachother developmentally.] Possibly. My real concern here is whether your child is human or not.

Human? Belle blinked at that. “How would that be a problem?” she wondered, not telling just yet.

Well, Devin isn’t as weak as a human child his age, so it’s possible that he could hurt another child, especially a human one, by accident. [Metro Man shrugs, figuring that the answer was obvious. Devin is just too young to have fine control over that strength. It’s not a huge amount of strength, but it’s still a possible concern.]

Oh boy. Belle’s ears leaned down, hearing that. She understood the concern. The execution though seemed cruel. He was a baby, for God’s sake.  

Eventually, Belle shook her head. “Reese is my kind and half human. Mutant human.” Not that her kind was blessed with invulnerability, but yes a healing power.

[Nodding, he considers that. It’s possible that there could be an issue, but the bat people seemed to be quite hardy and Devin seemed handle playing with half-human half-aliens pretty well. Girly’s son certainly never had issues during the playdates.] That might work out.

A small smile returned to Belle’s face, hope rising. Maybe they’d see it was alright when they saw it work out a couple of times. She couldn’t have him and Harrison all nervous though, or it might irritate Devin in one way or another.

“How about a playground when the weather’s nice” Belle suggested. There’d be things to play with for a child of any age.

That sounds nice. Would you prefer someplace with or a lot of other kids around? [Wayne knows which he personally would prefer, but a lot of that is purely his own paranoia. He also knows that Harrison would disagree with him. In the end, it will largely just depend on how their child develops as to which playground would be the better idea.]

[alwaysyourqueen]

all of the questions. fandoms: marvel, dc, star wars, videogames, YOUR OWN OCs heck do what you want. if it's overwhelming pick 1

Putting these under a cute because this will take a while.

MARVEL

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? Most of the fetishized M/M ships (especially Stony and Thorki)

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? Science Bros (Tony + Bruce)

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Yes. More than once.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? I mean I’m not a fan of Stucky, which is super popular

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? Ahahahahhahahahahahahhaha yes.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Mm. T’challa/Sam wasn’t something I would’ve considered

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? I don’t know about this because I’m a salty person who sticks by my stuff regardless.

Have you received anon hate? What about? Nah. Not popular enough.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? Any n*zi version of a character. No thanks.

Most disliked arc? Why? Ghost Rider. Yawn.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Uh not sure?

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Again, not sure. I haven’t been in touch with Marvel fandom much.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? I mean. I can’t answer this one.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? The fandom can go fuck itself with all its fetishization.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? Agents of SHIELD has had swings of quality up and down but it’s better than the movies right now.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? Lincoln would never have arrived on the show.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of Lincoln, I would have polyamorous Daisy/Gemma/Fitz.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? Of course not.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? As I said before, the fetishization of mlm and the erasure of characters of color.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? Steve/Peggy.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? They’re not for me but I don’t mind them.

Popular character you hate? I don’t think there are any? Unless Lincoln is popular. Fuck Lincoln.

Unpopular character you love? TRIP DESERVED BETTER

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? I would recommend it to people who I know absorb media critically.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? Less deaths of women and characters of color in general.

Most shippable character? I don’t know, I have very few ships for Marvel just in general.

Least shippable character? Bruce. I want him to fly solo.

DC (note: this will be heavily Batman: The Animated Series)

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? Batman/Superman. I mean, okay, it’s funny, but I don’t really get it. I do enjoy it, but it’s not like active shipping.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? I don’t know what is popular in DC.

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Ye.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? I mean I hate any pedophilic relationships. Or incest. Some of those might be popular, knowing the nasties on the inter webs.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? Not that I can recall, but I don’t ship much in DC.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Actually yes. Several things, mostly because I am more at peace with things and can enjoy more stuff freely.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? Not really?

Have you received anon hate? What about? Nah. Not popular enough.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? The Joker is a bit flat, despite being a classic.

Most disliked arc? Why? I can’t remember, BTAS was so good.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Pry every single character from BTAS out of my cold, dead hands.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Pry every single arc from BTAS out of my cold, dead hands.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? Can’t exactly answer this.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? I mean. I’m not involved in DC fandom.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? I can’t remember but I prefer the Poison Ivy origin story I saw on some other show than BTAS and I can never find it.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? More Harley/Ivy dammit!

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…  Selina and Bruce spending more time together pls.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? No.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? I’m gonna keep my childhood away from you nasties.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? I mean Harley/Ivy isn’t exactly pure but it’s super sweet.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? Go for it if it’s your thing. It’s not mine.

Popular character you hate? ?? I don’t know what’s popular.

Unpopular character you love? Pry every single character from BTAS out of my cold, dead hands.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? BTAS is so good. So good.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? I want more BTAS. I wouldn’t change it.

Most shippable character? ????? I guess Selina.

Least shippable character? All the children.

STAR WARS (gonna stick with movies era)

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? R*ylo, Ob*k*n, K*lo/anyone tbh.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? Rey and Poe are best buds but nah son.

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? MANY TIMES.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? Fucking. Ob*k*n and R*ylo. WHY GOD WHY.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Yes.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Actually, SkySolo.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? Not that I can think of really.

Have you received anon hate? What about? Nah. Not popular enough.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? Palpatine is a great character but keep him away from my children.

Most disliked arc? Why? Phantom Menace. Shoddy writing.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Pry Anakin from my cold, dead hands.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Pry attack of the clones from my cold, dead hands.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? I can’t answer this.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? The fandom is really hostile to wlw and people of color and it’s gotta stop.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? Clone Wars > Rebels.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? Rebels needs more Ahsoka, Clone Wars needs more Riyosoka.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of Anakin turning to the dark side, he raises his children with his loving wife and kills Palpatine personally.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? Not at all.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? The relentless mistreatment of female characters.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? FinnRey. It’s so good.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? If it’s for you, whatever. It’s not for me.

Popular character you hate? Not that I know of? I have a lot of vitriolic star wars hate though, so let me know.

Unpopular character you love? RIYO CHUCHI IS MY WIFE AND ALSO AHSOKA’S WIFE.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? Yes always and forever Star Wars owns my ass.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? Rey needs a girlfriend on one arm and Finn on the other as she goes to train with her father.

Most shippable character? Frankly I ship Padmé, Leia, and Rey around a lot. Wonder why.

Least shippable character? Palpatine and Snoke. I’d tell them to go fuck themselves but they don’t deserve the pleasure.

VIDEO GAMES (gonna do dragon age and mass effect for simplicity’s sake)

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? Cullen/Dorian

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? Shakarian tbh…

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Yeah.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? I have. Many.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? Yes a million times or more.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Mm. Morriana came from some fanworks primarily. And several others than I am less enjoying now but I still like.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? Ahhhh some things that aren’t because there’s anything wrong with it but because of My Personal Feelings.

Have you received anon hate? What about? Nah never.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? Cora irritates me at times even though I love her, and Liara coming onto me in ME2 was a little weird. Cullen is annoying for a lot of reasons.

Most disliked arc? Why? Without the context of the book, Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts felt out of place.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I mean I don’t know who’s strictly unpopular because I hide in my corner and hoard my loves. Josephine isn’t super popular. She’s my first love.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I liked the Deep Roads and the Fade. I know, I said it.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? I can’t answer this.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? Both fandoms have a lot of big problems that they pretend aren’t there, particularly with both whitewashing and ignoring wlw in favor of mediocre men.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? I like Ryder more than I like Shepard.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? Actually interacting with Ellen Ryder instead of Dead Mom™.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of wlw getting no romance content, I would’ve made everyone gay to spite str8s.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? No.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? Acting as if people are a hive mind who are all gonna love all characters.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? I’m biased but Ryder/Suvi. Suvi is my scientist wife.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? If that’s your thing, go for it. Not for me.

Popular character you hate? I have bitterness towards Liara because of her scenes. She’s a fine character but she feels like she’s coming onto me even when my Shep was with someone else.

Unpopular character you love? ?????? I mean I don’t know.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? Yes, but I’d be careful about it. Because I know I conflict with people because of my. Particular Stances.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? DA2 needed more in general. Just more.

Most shippable character? The PC of any of the games.

Least shippable character? Cole. He’s a child.

MY OWN OCS

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? They’re my OCs so…I guess one I’ve been doing lately that makes me a bit uncomfortable.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? The same as above. 

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Nah because they’re MY OCs.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? Any incest, pedophilia, abuse, all would be NOTPs. Some would be popular if I had a fandom and I know this.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? RIP Lorren/Patch.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Nah.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? Probably, not that I can think of.

Have you received anon hate? What about? Nah.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? I mean I love all my OCs.

Most disliked arc? Why? They’re…my stories.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I love all my characters and lots of them don’t even have a presence with anyone but me.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I mean. Lots of my plots are probably uninteresting to certain people.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? I can’t answer this.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? I want one.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? I will never have one.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? I should revamp a lot of my OCs, give them a makeover.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of Lorren being abused, she should’ve stayed with her mate.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? No, but I will judge you for not shipping the actual pairings I have.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? That I don’t have one?

What is the purest ship in the fandom? Sara/Suvi.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? I don’t crackship.

Popular character you hate? Oh yes. Old Rugemorne. I don’t care about you you old bastard.

Unpopular character you love? PRY VISHA FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? I recommend my OCs because they’re my OCs.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? I need more OCs.

Most shippable character? Teri is pretty shippable. So is Avery.

Least shippable character? Dor’senn is aroace so.

[lucius-inspo-blog]

PART I: THE MUGGLE

Name: Aman

Age: ..22? shit how old am I? Yeah, 22. We’re good.

Timezone: PST

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Activity Level: um… active? low key always around ngl

Have you read the rules and F.A.Q.?: yuppp

Tell us a bit about yourself and roleplaying: umm… hi

What is your favourite spell?: Weird question, I know, but I’m curious! Fat rat yellow spell!

Ships | Anti-Ships: Lucius/Narcissa, Lucius/Chem

Anything else?: sorry, i wrote a lot…

PART II: THE WIZARD

Name: Full name of the character you are applying for.

Age and Birthday: August 11, 1954, which makes him 25

Preferred Pronouns: He/him

Character alignment: Neutral Evil. He might not exactly fit the mold but I’d say the following holds true: A neutral evil villain does whatever she can get away with. She is out for herself, pure and simple. She sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. The explanation goes on to explain that he has no love of order or destruction for the sake of destruction. Which, honestly, is true. All of that, his reasons for everything tie back to himself.

Affiliation: Death Eater. Why’d he join? Practical reasons: everyone is, Lord Voldemort is clearly powerful, there’s a movement here he wants to be a part of, he wants to be actively involved, he knew his father’d done plenty of meddling in affairs but this is more than that and even better, he would be making things happen Emotional reasons: he struggles with depression, the bloody part of this role serves as therapy of sorts, it brings him a rush, a power and something bigger.

Occupation: Pls, he has none. Socialite. As a Malfoy, he’s been taught to have his fingers in everything but to always keep his respectability. He’s shrewd, clever and intends to go after power, however he refers being the whispers in someone’s ear rather than to take the limelight (in case it backfires in the future). He doesn’t mind throwing anyone under the bus, but he’ll always do it from behind the scenes. This persona is part of why he’s able to plead Imperius curse when put on trial after the war. He was never openly cruel towards the wrong people. When we see him later in the series, we see a lot through Harry’s very biased perspective where he is openly cruel. At that point, he has made an enemy out of Harry and makes a point to be brutal. Backspace jut a little earlier in the book and you’ll hear him telling his son to never be openly hostile towards Harry because it wouldn’t do well to hate the BWL.

PART III: THE INTERVIEW

1. What was your first sexual experience if you had one? Is it a positive or negative memory?

“I hope you know that, usually, I’ll need a good glass of wine or three before delving into such topics. However, I can make an exception today.” He paused for effect, playful smile hiding behind the rim of his wine glass. “Let’s see, I was bright eyed young thing at Hogwarts and spending time with an older girl– hush, we’re not naming names. We’d found a little alcove and had ourselves a quick, little fumble. Awkward, a little cringe worthy, definitely warrants a good chuckle as I look back at it now. Overall, I’d say it’s a good memory, which I’m thankful for. I’ve heard quite a few tales of some terrible first experiences.” 2. If you had a weakness for one of the seven deadly sins, which one would it be and why?

“Easily gluttony. If one takes into account how much as I’ve eaten today, I might need to be rolled back to the manor.” Lucius laughed and patted his smooth stomach, taking delight in the lingering gaze on his figure. “You’d do the honors, right? Help a poor, gluttonous man out.” 3. What kind of house/apartment do you live in?

“Grandiose would not even begin to describe Malfoy manor. Don’t tell me I have never invited you over– oh no, this has to be rectified immediately. Next time we meet to discuss the policy, we shall do so at the manor. I’ll give you a tour, maybe we might be able to catch my father.” Lucius watched the man stand to attention at the mention of Abraxas. Perfect, he could work with that. 4. Which do you idealise most: happiness or success?

“Happiness. Success isn’t the answer. No, listen, wait a minute, don’t go saying I want every endeavor to fail. Success isn’t the answer to everything, it’s a way of life. I have it now and it’s something that I’ll always be chasing– anyone in their right mind will always be chasing it. Once you stop working towards it, it’s gone… Happiness, however, is a state of being that I’d love to get to know better. ” 5. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

“My wife to be, I would imagine, would be quite torn apart by my loss.” An image played in his head: Narcissa crumpled over in a chair, inconsolable as she pressed a damp handkerchief to her eyes, the air full of choked sobs and prayers for his safe return. She was strikingly beautiful when she cried but he had no desire to test that theory, especially not in this manner. He would be staying as far from death as he could manage. His own death, that was. “Were you expecting me to say my father? Tsk, you and I both know he’d be delighted to raise another Malfoy heir. He always did enjoy my younger years.” 6. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

“As a man who thrives off company, I’d be at a loss.” Perhaps that’s where marriage comes in, another person to share your sleepless nights… The reply never passed his lips so that the man’s thoughts stayed away from a certain pale, beautiful figure wrapped up in silk sheets. Lucius wet his lips, then continued, driving the other wizard in another direction. “If no one is available for a floo call, well… I’ve always been a fan of learning something new– perhaps a musical instrument. Do you play any yourself?”

PART IV: THE DETAILS

Q1 Takeaways:

Warm and inviting, when he talks to someone, he’s basically inviting them into his space. Like they’re special and an exception and can see something that no one ever gets to see.

He can laugh at himself. Only he can though, if you say something about/to him, he’ll remember it and it’ll bite them in the ass later. But if he laughs at himself, you can go ahead and give a good chuckle with him.

He’ll withhold as deemed classy and he’ll do it in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s holding back. He’s smooth and charming and hardly hesitates

More selfish note about witholding the girl’s name: it’s also about his first time and he doesn’t want any other perspective. He doesn’t want someone being interested, seeking her out and getting her side of it. Again, back to the being able to laugh at himself but you better not laugh at him.

However, if he didn’t like her, if it was a bad memory, he might’ve let part of the name slip by ‘accident’.

Q2 takeaways:

He’s vain, he loves when people appreciate him. Half of these types of comments from him are for when the reply is along the lines of 'rolled back? Look at you, you’re flawless.“

Gluttony: selfishness. Overindulgence, he loves the big stuff and he often gets wrapped up and carried away in it. Give him something good and he’ll chase it with all he’s got. Even the thought or hope of something good is enough to demand his attention. He’s constantly seeking out fulfillment and happiness. He’ll gobble something up and then move on to the next thing, never satisfied. This is a huge aspect to him as a person where he doesn’t know where to stop. He tends to get enthralled by something and then carelessly toss it aside when it’s consumed (when he’s realizes that, no, it’s not going to make him happy). There’s always a new best thing: a new bottle of wine, the family wand, Narcissa.

Rejects

Lust: nah, not for sex, not for power. He has power

Envy: meeeeeeeeh

Greed: psh

Sloth: NOPE, he always gets irritated when people claim that rich just laze about in their manors. He’s seen his parents stress, struggle, and strive for more just like anyone else. He sees his friends and others in his society picking up jobs, organizing charities and balls, influencing the world…

Wrath: this is a contender, if only because he knows how to hold a grudge. He gets angry, upset, he goes to violence, he sees it as just. He revels in vengeance and enjoys a good cleverly hatched plan. However, it’s not blinding. He’ll never lose himself in a rage and will always weigh consequences. He values himself more than he values that anger.

Pride: another contendor, but not that high. This man’s ego is unparalleled by many. He values himself and thinks of himself as a gift to the world. It’s put in perspective, however, when you look at how he uses it. He considers himself high but he surrounds himself in other people who are at his level. He sees others’ pride as well and acknowledges that, yes, they should be proud. They’re accomplished as well. They’re powerful, skilled men and women to admire.

Q3 Takeaways:

He knows what the man wants, he just roundabout worked his way there. This wizard wants to meet Abraxas? That can be arranged. It might be. Maybe. Okay, Lucius had no intention of bringing his father in, but let’s keep that between us.

Even if Abraxas isn’t there, it’s a way to bring the other into his arms. Lucius enjoys these kinds of things, where he can show off the manor, share little 'secrets’, help the other unwind, bring him in to his side.

Q4 Takeaways

Fuck me up I have a lot of thoughts about this. So does Lucius, can you tell? His demeanor gets a bit more earnest, like he’s telling you something you need to know.

He’s familiar with success.

He isn’t familiar with happiness. It goes back to how he has the world at his fingertips. It hit him a lot as a teenager– he dealt with depression! He was prefect. He had good friends. A girlfriend. Sexual experiences. Grades. Pureblood. Teachers loved him. He was perfect. But he felt empty and, damn, he needed something. It’s multiple things: he doesn’t handle bad news as well, constantly looking up the ladder, goals are less gratifying than he’d thought them to be, he felt like he’d always had to hold back. He withdrew for a while there, in Hogwarts, pulled back from all the shit and just tried to sort his stuff out on his own, but that didn’t end up working out at all. Now he’s grounded a bit in his mission with the Death Eaters.

The torture and the killing is almost therapeutic to him, putting life and values into perspective. It keeps him grounded but it still doesn’t give him that happiness. Right now, he thinks Narcissa is going to make him happy.

Q5 Takeaways

He’s a dreamer, can you see? It works with him in general. He knows how to dream big. He knows how to get what he wants!

Narcissa… He has an image built up of her in his head. He has an idea of who she is and what she’ll be to him. He expects her to fill it, honestly. He’s controlling as a fiance and he makes sure he has a say. At the same time, he’s very romantic. He wants her to be in love with him and to miss him. There’s a juxtaposition there that’s going to definitely leave him jarred. Especially as he realizes that his image of Narcissa isn’t really her. Right now though, he idealizes her. She is the solution to all his problems, his other half, his wife to be, the woman who’ll share his bed and his struggles.

He’s spoiled by his dad. Absolutely spoiled and they have had a really good relationship ever since he was young. Something changed a little with his father when he grew up. He idealizes his childhood a little bit and that joy he had there.

Q6 Takeaways:

He’s an extrovert and everyone knows it

He has very very detailed and vivid thoughts about Narcissa being in his bed

The assumption that he can wake her up if he can’t sleep. Not for sex, but just in general. It’s such an interesting assumption and you can tell that he doesn’t understand relationships in any way

He realizes how the mention of Narcissa can bring the other guy’s thoughts to her scantily clad and in bed. So he’s protecting his wife to be’s virtue. Gtfo, guy, only he can daydream about her like that

He likes to spend time productively and doing things. He does, however, have a loose sense of the word productive. Making peacocks out of paper? Useless, sure, but it’s productive. An intricate braid in his hair? Why not?

Wand

Age: 11–now

Sentiments: it’s been a great companion to him, served him well, he enjoys a little flair Alder wood, dragon heartstring

Wood: Alder

Whilst Alder makes for an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. Alder is also excellent for protection against outside forces, and, when combined with phoenix feather, is a suitable match for a wizard who will "make their mark on this world”

Core: Dragon Heartstring

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Age: for the future

Sentiments: longing Elm, dragonheartstring: Kept in a walking stick, family heirloom that’s been passed through the Malfoy family from patriarch to patriarch for generations.

He’s eagerly awaiting this wand, honestly. He’ll be getting it when he marries, as a symbol of becoming head of the Malfoy family.

Lucius has this game he plays with his father where he’ll try to sneak it away from him. They’ve been doing it since he was younger. Sometimes the wand would be laying in the open and he’d sneak it away. Other times, he’d go with a classic “OH WHAT WAS THAT” and then run with it, giggling like a mad man. It led to quite a few little accidents, unfortunately, but nothing that couldn’t be waved away.

Friends

He’s a lot looser with his friends than the general public. He can be more crude, more playful and enjoys that they can bring out the cruel streak in him.

He has no problem sharing disgusting details with his friends, he’s also the group gossip for sure.

Considering his friends, I can easily see them having a bit of a good cop bad cop dynamic sometimes.

He judges Rodolphus’ relationship with Bellatrix and definitely doesn’t want anything like that for himself.

He’s known for his parties tbh, he throws amazing ones

Family

Father: Lucius close with his dad and has always been. When he was younger, his dad would bring him along to teas and casual events, just to charm the ladies. Lucius would sit there, well behaved, flashing a couple smiles and asking a few questions here or there. Winning people over had never been difficult. He enjoyed the bonding. He loved seeing the inner working’s of his father’s circle– how things worked and why. The man did, however, have a habit of silencing young Lucius when he used the wrong words. Abraxas took a direct approach to raising Lucius and showed him how everything worked and why. His father didn’t give away all his secrets, though, which was made apparent when he rebuked any questions Lucius had about if he really did organize the unfortunate death of the first muggleborn minister.

Mother: His mother was a stranger to him growing up. She’d married Abraxas for his name, gave him an heir, and then declared her duties done. She stood by Abraxas at parties but hardly did much more. Lucius didn’t interact much with her growing up and, honestly, he didn’t want to. His father had never had kind words for her, which left a mark in Lucius’ impressionable young mind.

Relationship^ He doesn’t want a relationship like his parents. He wants love and companionship. He has a lot of views of what marriage would mean to him and they’re very naïve, idealistic and one sided.

The Supremacy

He was raised with pureblood supremacy. It was how he viewed life, of course. He knew he was better than others, that much was clear. He was isolated in a similar society. In this way, he definitely grew up seeing an ideal. This is what the rest of the world could be. He couldn’t fathom why they would not want this. His family has always held such beliefs and have been pulling strings in the background for years. Abraxas, in fact, was part of the assassination of the first muggle born minister. Lucius started his Hogwarts years with that belief never wavering. However, it was always just a belief until he joined the death eaters. Then it quickly became something more. He’s proud of his position as death eater. He sees himself as taking a belief and acting upon it, not just once or twice but over and over with each mission he takes. He sees himself and his comrades taking up arms for a something they believe in and rallying together. He finds a lot of strength in that idea. They’re coming together to do something good. It’s something that needs to be done. He recognizes the cruelty of it. How would he not see the fact that there’s death and torture at every step? He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, it’s part of the draw. Lucius struggled with depression for a lot of his teenage years, but this has helped pull him out of it. He’s found something that helps him feel steady. This is what he likes. He likes the torture. He likes the ideals. What is he there for? He’s there for himself. Honestly, he’s there because it works for him. It’s an easy, entertaining way for him to solidify his sense of self. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe in any of it. Actually, he’s dived fully into it and has quickly climbed the ranks of the Death Eaters. However, it just means that his loyalties lie with himself.

^– is a a coward? Idk about that. Maybe you could call him one. It’s more that he loves himself more than anything else and he’ll take care of himself. He’s loyal to the death eaters but that’s because it works for him. When it stops working for him, he’ll let it go. When Voldemort dies, he has no desire to go look for him. He’s not loyal to the man. Yes, he believes in pureblood supremacy, but he’ll find his own ways to play with it that doesn’t involve voldemort or the death eaters. And by then, he has a son as well which ends up becoming another way to ground him (a healthier way than torture and killing). He doesn’t go searching for Voldemort. He doesn’t want to end up in Azkaban. So he says forget that. He doesn’t think Voldemort is the answer to everything. He sees him and respects him and even fears him, but he believes in himself more than this dark wizard.

I’m using this in reference, as well, to when the DE masks come out at the Quidditch World Cup. At that point, he’s been bored, slightly unbalanced yet again and the torture was a pull he couldn’t resist.

OKAY

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PART V: THE STORY

Lucius Malfoy graced the wizarding world with his arrival between claps of thunder– applause. The downpour continued for a week after his birth but did nothing to deter the flocks of men and women who made their way to Malfoy manor. The manor sat under darkened skies, teeming with life as the pitter patter of rain against the tiles became another layer of music. After years and years of trying, a new heir for the Malfoy family was born. Abraxas paraded the newborn around, the bundle of blankets cradled in his arms for all to see while his wife sat with her friends, exhausted and pretending her insides weren’t torn apart.

These first few days of Lucius’ life reflected the following years perfectly. A doting father, a distant mother, thunderous applause and the Malfoy name.

The name Malfoy gave Lucius everything– wealth, prestige, luxury, heritage, purity, and a sense of pride– and his father never once let him believe otherwise. As he grew, Lucius learned how to wield this identity as both a weapon and a shield. With words as sweet as honey and a bright smile to go with it, he charmed everyone through his childhood, from his father’s coworkers to Hogwarts professors to the girls who giggled in the halls when he passed by. His actions held a warmth that, though exagerrated, could hardly be called fake.

Pull this string and you get a nod of acknowledgement, pull the other and you get an invitation into their home. Hogwarts was a breeze to the clever young Slytherin, who churned out excellent spellwork, acceptance into the Slug Club, and a prefect’s badge. His friends never left his side and the girls were another adventure entirely. Life should be perfect for Lucius Malfoy, the young boy who had everything.

Yet, the ever elusive concept of happiness stayed within arm’s reach for him. Both in and after Hogwarts, each goal he placed for himself brought a satisfied curl to his stomach before leaving him empty and in want of more. The man ate, drank and smiled his way through a barrage of parties but found himself craving more. Parties, alcohol, drugs, women. When something failed, he switched his attention to something else.

The fullfillment was found in the Death Eaters. When he joined Lord Voldemort’s ranks, it was as much for himself as it was for the cause that he believed in so dearly. The higher purpose and the torture that came with it was just enough to ground the unbalanced young man. The climb through Lord Voldemort’s ranks was accompanied by a renewed vigor in Lucius’ life.

He craved more: a wife, the manor, a new title, impact on policy, his family wand, his mother’s approval, Lord Voldemort’s favor, the list goes on and on. Narcissa was the first on the list and just as easy as everything else was to him. With a word in her mother’s direction, the young woman was already his, down to the new platinum blonde hair. The dedication delighted him like nothing else before. It could only get better from there.

At 25, Lucius had grown into himself as a man. He had gained his own reputation in the Ministry that could rival his father’s– one with no need for a job title. Lucius kept his hands clean, fingers gently wrapped around his wineglass as he smiled his way through yet another Ministry function with his beautiful fiancée by his side. With Narcissa as his own, the Ministry in his pocket, and the muggleborns quickly dwindling away, he saw good things for his future. And damn, he was craving something good.