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deepdisireslonging · 4 years ago

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Chained to the Wall

The Reader and Elias are scheduled to sing together after winning the Intercontinental Title. One problem: Roman Reigns. When he threatens the Reader in more ways than one, she plans a way to retake control.

Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N) x Roman Reigns

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, knife use (not fun), bondage, sub!Reader, dom!Elias, threesome (no M|M), oral (male receiving), implied further SMUT

Word Count: 2395

Note: Happy New Year! In true Lizzi fashion, this was supposed to post half an hour ago. @staff still hasn’t fixed that queing function. Anywho, here’s a fic I’ve been working on since 2019. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!

You took a second to breathe. Never in a million years, except only in your wildest dreams, could you have foreseen the moment when you would be standing in the ring. Let alone with the love of your life about to sing in front of several thousand people plus more watching at home. Your next shuddered breath caught Elias’s attention. His brows furrowed with worry.

You smiled and covered your mic. “There’s a lot of people here.”

Elias mirrored your movement and covered his mic. “If you’re not ready…”

“No. I want to sing. I want to sing with you.”

He smiled at you and gave your hand a squeeze. The camera in front of you counted down the seconds until Elias, your partner and Intercontinental Champion, would begin his intro. He moved your hand to his shoulder, ready to play.

“Hello, I am Elias.” He couldn’t help but grin at the returned greeting. “Tonight, I have a very special vocalist joining me tonight. I’ve been trying to introduce their voice to you for months… she finally said yes.”

As the spotlight widened, the arena burst into a deafening cacophony. You beamed openly, knowing full well they would be booing you in a few seconds once the song started. It took more seconds than you were expecting, but you sang above them. Your voice was strong and you felt on top of the world.

Your mic, and Elias’s, and his guitar mic cut out. While you scrambled to check the receiver at your hip, Roman Reign’s music cut through the darkness. Elias kicked his stool out of the way and stood between you and the entrance ramp.

But Roman didn’t come that way.

You were tugged back, and a fist flew past your face to collide with Elias’s chin. When the lights came up, Elias was struggling to his feet and Roman Reigns was standing between you.

Faster than you could blink, Roman’s hand was around your throat. You squeaked in shock and Elias attempted to step forward.

“I wouldn’t if I was you.” Roman ignored the boos that filled the arena with a smile. Behind him, Jey Uso and Paul Heyman stepped into the ring to be further back-up. Not that he needed it. “I don’t have to snap her neck, but it wouldn’t take much to keep her from singing again. Just a slight,” he tightened his grip, “squeeze.” He watched amused as you tried to scratch at his hand. “Claws down, baby girl.” His eyes glinted dangerously at your second of hesitation. His fingers twitched. You dropped your hands down to your sides, holding them flat against your thighs to hide their shaking. Out of mic range, but loud enough so Elias could hear, Roman chuckled. “Always so responsive.” He ignored your glare.

“What do you want Reigns?” Elias was nearly flexed out of his shirt, muscles churning with ready energy.

“I want my title back.”

“That’s not going to happen, Roman.” Despite the momentary tightened grip on your throat, you wheezed out your statement. “And you know it.”

“Ooh. Using my first name. I must be in trouble.” He spun you around to hold your back against his chest. His swell of pride pushed into your shoulder blades at Elias’s thinly veiled rage. The threatening fingers against your skin kept your silent. “I will have my title back. And it’s coming back to me… tonight.” His rumbling chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. You gasped as his grip teasingly jostled you. “In the meantime, I think Y/N can hang out with me.”

“Like hell I will.” You twisted and pushed at his chest with more courage than you felt, not that it had much of an effect. Especially when his grip flashed to the hair on the back of your head, pulling you close.

“Fine.” He gave you a mocking nod. “I don’t think I have to say it, but just in case: do not interfere, Y/N. The consequences could be… showstopping to you or your accompaniment.” He released you.

You ran to stand between him and Elias. Roman chuckled. He gave you a nod, smirking and taking a step back. “I’ll see you both later tonight. My title will be on the line, and by the time the show ends, it’ll be mine again.”

Together, you stepped to lean against the back ropes, giving plenty of room for the Tribal Chief and his court to walk by. You never took your eyes off of Roman. Buzzing electricity pulled at the base of your skull. A plan began to form.

***

The sixty-plus minutes simultaneously dragged and flew by. There were too many things to do, and not enough time to ensure their completion. But each time you checked a clock or your phone, the minutes inched by, keeping you on the razor’s edge.

You brought it with you to the ring.

Roman had made his entrance. Patiently, he waited for Elias. When you showed up instead, wearing a thigh-length skirt and an icy glare, he frowned. You made it all the way into his space before he knew he was in danger. As the knife in your hand pressed against the underside of his jaw, he let out a surprised puff of air.

“You threatened my throat earlier. It’s only right that I return the favor.” Carefully peering around him, you added, “on that note, you also threatened my partner.” He surged forward, stopped only by the blade. “Stay,” you mouthed.

Roman closed his eyes with a growl as the ring bounced. He watched the Titantron on the stage. Elias quickly dispatched Jey and Heyman. They would not be a threat to the night’s title match. You lifted the knife off with a wink. They second you were out of the ring, you caught his eye again and bent the rubber blade in a mocking curve. Roman looked at the canvas to hide his smile. It was hardly the first time you had outsmarted him, but he could plan his vengeance for you later.

As for the match, there were several times you nearly leapt into the ring. Taking away the Big Dog’s back-up had backfired. Roman Reigns had been a champion many times over under his own skill. With Spear after Spear, it looked like he would be again. Elias held up admirably. Until the Guillotine Choke was locked in. Your partner would never tap out. And you would never throw in the towel, or a scarf or gauntlet, for anything. It was up to the referee. He called for the disqualification bell after you finally ran headfirst into the Gorgon Knot of limbs. Elias was knocked free. He sputtered and coughed back into consciousness.

On jelly legs, he met you on the ramp. You shoved the Intercontinental title back into his hands.

“Thank you, Dove.” He kissed the side of your head as you helped him back up the ramp. “I’ll meet you in your dressing room after cleaning up. For your special present.”

“Don’t clean up too much.” Winking at Roman, you returned your partner’s forehead kiss. “I have a feeling that present will just get ourselves dirty again.”

***

With the knocking at your door, you primped your hair in the mirror one last time. “Come in.”

“I thought I told you to stay out of it, baby girl.”

You spun, sliding across the wall before Roman could pin you into a corner. All too soon, he loomed over you. Beating on his chest did nothing. He caught your wrists and fought them above your head. Of course they bumped into the handcuffs you’d prepped for celebrating with Elias. That earlier chill down your spine returned under Roman’s dark grin.

He leaned his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna have fun tonight.”

“Funny. That’s what I was going to tell her.” Elias locked the door behind him, distracting Roman long enough for you to click the cuffs around his wrists. The Drifter hugged you close when you ran to his side. Roman further tangled in the chains, following you and kicking out at Elias. “Well done, Dove.”

“What is this?” Roman snarled.

“An opportunity.” You were bubbling with excitement. Elias tightened his hold around your waist to keep you grounded.

“Did you really think my partner didn’t tell me about your little trysts back in the day?” Leaning his body forward, he brought his cheek level with yours. “I don’t blame you for taking her first. I applaud you. But now she’s with the better man.” He ignored Roman’s struggle with the cuffs. “Here’s the deal: I can let you go and we can have a little rematch, or… we can both enjoy her little… melodies.”

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes drifted shut. Slowly, Elias tilted your head to the side with his nose, running it along your jawline. He maintained eye contact with Roman as he gingerly kissed your pulse-point. Your nails clamped around his wrist, dragging it to your throat. The tiny whimper that escaped your mouth made Roman’s eyes glass over.

A warm hand slid down the front of your body. The other tightened its grip on your throat. Dipping under the waistband of your jeans, Elias shimmied your pants down with your panties, baring you to Roman. At any second, Elias was ready to stop and release his rival. But Roman didn’t say anything. He was watching you. Watching your breath catch in your chest. Eyeing the sheen grow over your skin. Roman knew you were blissed out, and Elias hadn’t even started yet.

When he did start, you almost lost your footing. His fingers, well talented on his guitar, pulled through your slick. The only thing holding you up was the hand on your neck. You clawed at his jeans as sparks tingled through your nerve endings. Between your thighs you were dripping. It was running down your leg.

Roman wanted to lick it up. He settled on licking his lips instead.

Elias released your throat, sending you careening into orgasm. Before you could recover, he ripped off your shirt, and pinned you to the wall next to Roman. Both of your hands fumbled with his belt and his jeans until his cock was able to slide through your slick. He filled you slow and quickly enough to take your breath away. Tossing your head back, you bared your throat for his teeth to drag across your pulse point, reveling in the scratch of his beard on your bare skin. When you dared to open your eyes, Roman was there to fill your vision. His hair was plastered to his forehead. There was something… feral about the way his whole body leaned towards you, held back by only the cuffs on his wrists.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Elias stilled, but toyed with your clit to make you writhe on his length. “Especially when she’s so close to cumming.” To emphasize his point, he thrust roughly. You cried out his name. Roman thrust into the air. Elias worked himself to completion, taking you with him into bliss. Stepping back, he let you fall to the floor.

You landed right in front of Roman.

He couldn’t see. Not really. Not anymore. Only one thing was on his mind, and it was the same in yours.

“Please, baby girl.” Roman panted, licking his bottom lip.

A moment later, you were licking up and down his cock. Kissing the tip. And twisting the measure you couldn’t swallow with short strokes.

The wide, calloused grip of Elias pushed you further onto Roman’s length. The Tribal Chief maintained his glare for a minute. Then his eyes closed and he moaned deep in his throat. You sucked and hollowed your mouth, drinking down his length and humming and begging for a deeper taste. From your spot on your knees, you could just see his face contorted in pleasure. Pleasure that you were causing. You moved more. Faster. Desperate. Behind you, Elias still had his hand on your head, reminding you who had placed you on your knees in the first place.

With a strained roar, Roman was seconds from filling your mouth. When he strained against the cuffs, Elias yanked you off and up to your feet. He tossed you to lean against the spot where he just fucked you. Roman’s lip curled into a snarl. From his pocket, Elias pulled out the handcuff’s key. He stepped into Roman’s face, silently daring him between two options.

Your lovers glared at one another as Elias unlocked the cuffs. They jingled against the wall, empty. A second of silence glittered. Then Roman was on you, kissing you, clawing at you, instead of beating Elias to a pulp. He pounded into you, seeking the release he almost had. You were a vessel, a means to an end. And you were loving every second of it. He steadied himself against the wall, placing his mouth right next to your ear. Your skin rushed with heat to hear his sighs. The moans. And the desperate grunts as he chased your ends. For you were desperate for release too. You could hardly breathe with all the need coursing through you.

When it came, Roman shuddered and stiffened against you, pinning you tightly to the wall. You clamped your thighs around his waist, riding it out.

Elias was there to catch you when Roman rotated to lean against something sturdy. They sandwiched you between them. With your mind still spinning, you couldn’t tell who was behind or in front of you. It didn’t matter. They were both warm, and both had brought you to brilliant heights of delight.

“That went well.”

You hummed into the chest of whoever was holding you.

Roman rumbled above you. “That it did. Though I liked to fuck her until she can’t walk or-”

“I did fuck her that hard. She fell to your feet easy enough, didn’t she? Or didn’t you like her sucking your-“

Grabbing him by the beard, you tugged Elias down for a searing kiss. When you broke apart, he panted and needed a second to collect his thoughts.

“Round two back at the hotel?”

“Only if we really get to share her this time.” Roman arched an eyebrow.

They looked down at you as one.

It was going to be a long, lovely night.

***

More Roman Fics:

Such a Tease (S)

A Reflection of Us (S)

Back Hallways (AR, F, S)

Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

More Elias Fics:

Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets (S)

Jealous (S)

Fuck the Demon Away (A, S)

Full For A Song (S, Challenge Fic, Angel/Demon AU)

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blueboltkatana · 3 years ago

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

GUrll ur so sexy... Like you're Hot. I don't care if you were bullied in school, you're sexy, they lied.

Also bitch I KNEW i related to you too much our ascendants are both in leo we're so hot.

Ok ok no now I'll stop complimenting and start with the roasting here we go:

So the sun is your sense of "self" it represents you on the more base level i guess you could say, like what most people think you're like is represented by your sun. With Sagittarius being your sun it means you're very energetic Especially for those things you are passionate about, you might have gone through a LOT of hobbies, only a few of them stuck around but you like to try things. You're curious about the way people's minds works, you wanna figure them out. If the conversations you have don't involve some form of psychoanalysis or philosophy you might loose interest. You are a Talker, maybe you talk very fast or you are often told to lower your voice but you don't do it on purpose you're just very very animated. You are kina volatile, in the sense that you value freedom in everything, love, work, hobbies. You have a huge rebellious streak and you kinda like testing your luck. Think adrenaline junkie. It's cliché but with this much Sagittarius in your chart you prob love traveling, like i said you will chase freedom because you associate it with happiness. If you find people that make you feel free then you feel happy. Rules don't go well with you. You don't really like being involved with fights per se but you LOVE debating, if you can beat a motherfucker with nothing but facts and logic you will and you will enjoy it.

Your way of flirting or making friends is "lowkey bullying" or my favourite "verbally throwing hands". If they shoot back you get heart eyes (my mars in sag agrees). You can be tactless as fuck tho. Like you will say some outrageous shit that MIGHT be funny if the timing is right or MIGHT make everyone in a 5 mile radius mad.

I NEED to talk about your moon in sag bc Babe, babe the moon tells us about our emotions and how we deal with them, how we express them and how they shape us. But BABE. Sagittarius moons are so bad at comforting people it's embarrassing, trying to make them think of smth else or do smth else to distract from the situation is NOT a good way to deal with your emotions... Avoiding your emotions like the plague is not gonna invent a vaccine... Saying "everything is fine :)" DOESN'T MAKE ANYTHING FINE PLEASE GO TO THERAPY. ok to give you some credit, you don't let shit bring you down, no matter what you always get up and that is a *strength* that i admire, but love you're burning the candle at both ends, especially if you get yourself in More problems by trying to distract yourself from One problem.

Also you've had a horsegirl phase or a dog obsession phase or both huh. AND your love language is sarcasm but the type that you will make someone laugh when you're insulting them. You're also hilarious irl you're prob the "funny friend" but with that scorpio mars and venus baby inside ur sad and dark as fuck ripp.

I also wanted to talk about your mercury in sag... Babe... Do you know what a brain to mouth filter IS?! do you recognize that word?!?! Cuz you have never used yours i think. Like you are hilarious but that's because you have dolphins in the head cavity baby. Not trying to say you're stupid, you're actually very smart and opinionated, probably have been told that you'd be a great lawyer or smth. But miss gurl please think before you speak for the love of god ur gonna make someone cry. Also ur mouth is foul. Have you ever spoken a sentence without a "fuck" or a "cunt" somewhere in there?! God bless.

Now for your scorpio Venus I'm just gonna say, more confirmation that ur Sexy as Fuck, scorpio venuses are just sexy, amazing partners, VERY passionate, whoever dates you will never forget you, for better or for worse you'll forever be on the back of their mind. You had a harsh emo phase huh, maybe loved some obscure shit like witchcraft or just love dressing all black like someone's mother died, i bet you wear silver jewelry a lot, maybe necklaces or rings or chockers. If this isn't how you dress now it was prob a major phase in your life. Or maybe you just love horror movies idk

Being as passionate as you are you don't take well to being mistreated or lied to, you might like to plot revenge and things like those, you wouldn't do anything... You actually prefer letting things go but you WILL make an elaborate scenario in your head at 3am or even as you stare right in the persons face.

With mars in scorpio you might be kinda passive aggressive, maybe you act like things don't really bother you but you throw a comment or two once in a while just to stir the pot bc you can't move on lmfao.

You are attracted to people that are introverts or generally just mysterious, like i said above the nature of the Sagittarius is to Learn and to Study. People that you can't immediately figure out intrigue you. All your crushes are either on geminis or water signs lmfao.

The best careers for you are the ones that allow you some freedom of either movement or expression and something that can keep your mind from flying away, something that keeps you intrigued, like research or writing. You're a very "all or nothing" person and it can sometimes scare people away, i advise you to work on compromising, being less stubborn and more open with your emotions and desires.

(part one bc I'm taking too long and I don't wanna keep you waiting so much) I'll reblog this with part 2

Alright here we go part 2 of Roasting hella until she finds out I'm hiding in her walls.

I will skip over some planets that are Very slow moving and usually don't talk about you as an individual but refer to your generation as a whole.

I wanna focus on lilith for a sec bc worstie lilith talks about our fears, our more "darker" side that we hide from ourselves as well as the people that we love. Lilith in aries in the eleventh house tells me you might be afraid to take charge, you gravitate towards positions of leadership but you let go on the last second, almost afraid to have too much control, very often self sabotaging your own success. Your anger and you own ambition might scare you, you might be afraid of appearing too aggressive bc under your skin you have a deep rooted anger and rebellion that you wish to relieve but you can't find a good enough outlet, some things soothe it but you always feel like it never leaves. It might be related to some form of resentment that you never truly dealt with and now it sits uncomfortably with you and you just can't get over it and it bothers you. You might have been shy in groups as a child, maybe you talked a lot but it was always from a fear of the silence not always because you had something to say. The eleventh house is that of groups and friends and social awareness, technology and your hopes and wishes for the future, having lilith in this house talks about someone who had a hard time feeling comfortable around people OR someone who wasn't very accepted. You might have desperately wished for friends but have found it hard to find any. Or if you did, you deep down felt very alone. I would advise to learn to accept your anger and deal with it in healthy ways instead of brushing it off and repressing it.

The north node talks about what you need to focus more in your life for example in your case with Gemini in your North node you need to focus more on your communication letting go of anxiety and your relation with other people you need to become more interested in intellectual pursuit and growth. You need to let go off the need to always be right and look more at details instead of focusing on on the bigger picture all of the time. When your North node is is in Gemini then your South node is in Sagittarius which tells me that what you should focus less on is your pursuit of freedom and your rebellion. Be more aware of your words and use them with maturity.

Now let's have some fun with the ascendent in leo which we share and now i see why ur so relatable. The first house or the ascendant is that very superficial layer of our personality, it includes the way we carry ourselves, our style, the little habits or quirks we have. One thing about leo ascendants is that we have an obsession with our hair. Hair is important to us, some have huge hair that might remind you of a lions mane, others just have very unique style or color but we ALL are lowkey or highkey obsessed with it, either constantly touching it, pulling it, chewing on it, cutting it or dying it in unique ways you name it. You might have a rather large nose or cat like eyes.

This ascendent is full of life and light, very funny, light hearted and luxurious, you want to live that good life and i don't blame you. A negative aspect is that we come of as intimidating to others. ALL of my friends AND my ex have at some point told me I was intimidating to them. It makes us prone to overcompensating for it later in life so maybe now you're super outgoing and extroverted and you approach people first and try to be super friendly. Also you're an attention whore (affectionate) with a flare for the dramatics, very flamboyant, you basically fill the room with personality, it attracts attention and you love it. You're what people would call a "sunny" person.

You're hella competitive (get it lol) and you LOVE fighting your way to the top and crushing the competition. You're probably a weirdo that low key likes school. Not the way it's run or the teachers or whatever, but the "idea" of school. If you could just learn all your life you absolutely would.

Second house in virgo. The 2nd house is the house of money, work, income, daily routines, values, material possessions, habits, work ethic ect being in virgo it means you can have an extremely good work ethic, you put a lot of thought in planning and mapping your work, you might get overly critical on your work though and often undermine your own success and efforts because they didn't fit your impossible standards. You can be very organized in your work, you want things to be a certain way and if they don't follow your plan you will Make them. Its a good position for virgo but yoh need to be aware of not overworking by trying to do Everything on your own. Let others help you, and let people in your work do their own things don't try to help if not asked to because you will overwork yourself.

The third house is that of the mind, thinking, communication, siblings, interests and early education, in your case it is in Libra which means that you're early education might not have been very stable or it was a period of time that you look back with a lot of fondness but not much substance. You are a good talker but you get lost when it comes to details, you are indecisive when it comes to settling on an opinion on something if you don't have All the facts first, you always want to be right. You are pretty open minded and easy to talk to but you might have the bad habit of rambling off topic. You change interests constantly and you prob like to talk about others, you wanna know the tea if it kills you. You prob had a crush on a childhood best friend or on a hot neighbor. Your relationship with your siblings might be pretty good, friendly, no particular resentment or anything like that, you might be the one that everyone treats a little better, people let you get away with things more often, you might be the one that takes 2 hours in the bathroom lol.

Oof fourth house in scorpio babe how are the mommy issues? 😬 How is your relationship with your femininity? Having trouble with keeping secrets? So the fourth house is the one responsible for your home roots, your family, self-care, emotions, your mother, women and your femininity and having Scorpio here tells me that you might have very strong ties to your family, but they weren't healthy or emotionally supportive. You have grown with people that might have undermined your emotions, people that didn't teach you to set healthy boundaries and maybe even manipulators and gaslighters. You might have been the type to put your foot down a lot a home, assuming a very dominant role as well as the defender. You're very private about your family life and don't want to let people too close.

Ah i just noticed u have like 3 planets in this house including ur Sun and Moon, babe this house is what you need to focus on when you go to therapy. This almost secretive, guarded approach to understanding your own emotions is very prominent in how you see yourself, how you feel and with Pluto there, how you change. I could say the biggest changes in your life have happened in these areas and they have left the biggest impacts on you. Yes you are passionate and protective but don't let bad feelings marinate forever, address them and then move on from them because they're just weighting you down.

Fifth house in sag, also the house of your mercury. This house represents Love, romance, creativity, self expression, joy and childlike spirit. It tells me the way you express your creativity is through words which makes sense since you're a great writer, but not only, the way you express Love is also through your words, expression and free thoughts are your way you tell your loved ones how much you mean to them, think poetry, long rants, music recommendations bc of specific song lyrics, you have been writing form childhood and it's one of the ways you express your view on beauty as well, to you love is freedom and freedom is expression.

Capricorn in the sixth house paired with both uranus and neptune being in it tells me there is something about your knees, joints, bones or teeth in particular that stands out when it comes to your health, maybe you tend to break your teeth, maybe you like chewing on crunchy foods, maybe your joints crack a lot, idk but I'd drink my milk if i was you, take care of your joints and bones. Also for you, being emotionally unwell often translates to being Physically unwell as well, so be mindful of your emotions because they do affect you physically. You need to keep hydrated also and your health plan needs structure for it to work bc that neptune makes everything very chaotic and uranus constantly makes you bored and wanting to spice things up. Take care of your emotional needs just as much as you would with your physical ones. And for the love of jesus be CAREFUL with alcohol or smoking because that neptune in ur health house could mean serious trouble if you let it become an addiction, don't push it.

Aquarius in the seventh house of relationships, marriage, contracts, business partners ect means you are untraditionally traditional. That makes sense in my head let me explain. Aquarius is a sign that seeks individualism desperately, it likes to feel like a special person, impossible to understand. Yet always feels comfortable in the structure of traditional and safe paths. So for example you might marry someone in a way that is not traditional but at the end of the day you wish for your marriage to have a stability you would feel safe falling into. Also it says ur gay. Air signs in the relationship house says ur gay i Make the rules.

Pisces is in the eighth house of sex, intimacy, shared finances, inheritance, taxes, loans, property, mystery, partner's resources. This tells me you fuck with feeling lmfao. Or you simply make your love life something "special", a connection that only you and ur person can share, it's what makes you an amazing lover and an unforgettable one as well. But as amazing as you are at creating a otherworldly atmosphere, ur just as shit at setting boundaries and saying something when you don't like something. You don't like to see things that you love ending and a failed relationship makes you blame yourself too much, you have the tendency to stay in situations where you are being mistreated but you tell yourself It's on you.

A recurring theme I'm seeing is some weakness when it comes to liars or manipulators in your life. So either you irrationally fear people are lying to you because you "lie" to them about yourself or a lot of people in your childhood might have used lying or gaslighting as a way to keep you under control. I would advise to try not to overthink and become paranoid, people love you and they believe in you and they aren't deceiving you, they don't secretly mean something different from what they have said. Listen to your intuition about people sure, but don't confuse it with anxiety.

With lilith and aries in the 9th house of travel and higher education and religion I'm gonna assume you might have religious trauma. Religion might have been a way that people used to try and control you, if not religion then some form of system or government law. Being queer i completely understand the sentiment but in your case it's take a step further because you Value the ideals of this house so much, with lilith here, it's like at som point in your life you were finally awakened to how much injustice there was in the world ant that has made you very inclined to take action, you cannot stand unjust government or non tolerating religions. You might have felt crushed under an unjust system and it took you a lot of will and conviction to find your individuality and build yourself how you wanted once you were free.

Your midheaven in taurus tells me you are one that will achieve any goals you set your mind to. It might take you time, you might procrastinate around it, but at the end of the day, you will do it and you will do it well and it will be rewarding. If your father isn't a Taurus then he was a stable figure in your life, very much a rock for better or for worse. In your career life people will see you as very competent, very down to earth and helpful but you know you just procrastinated till the last second possible and stayed up all night do finish your work... You will seek careers that you believe will guarantee you stable income and a comfortable life. You might indulge in luxury from time to time because you think in order to get the position you want at work you need to look the part. Ultimately it's your sheer stubbornness and spite that gets you all the way up to the top of the food chain.

The eleventh house of groups, friendships, humanitarianism, and social awareness is in your case in gemini. It tells me you value friendship extremely and you surround yourself with a diverse cast of friends, you couldn't mix your different friend groups if you tried and you have tried. You have the habit of being too friendly to everyone which makes you end up with more friends than you know what to do with. You are approachable but people can get the impression that you are putting up a show or a facade and your emotions arent genuine, it's not always the case but you need to be more truthful and assertive, put some boundaries and don't let people get away with shit you don't like. Your public persona is very well liked, seen as fun and bright and smart and overall a joy to be around.

Now that last placement... 12th house cancer, i have the same placement and babe I'm sorry for all the shit you have been through. You deserve the freedom to be unhappy and to express that unhappiness in healthy ways. You deserve to be given unconditional love and support no matter how many mistakes you say you have made no matter how overly pessimistic you are about yourself it doesn't matter you're amazing and i love you and you deserve the world.

With jupiter the planet of expansion in the 12th house of endings, spirituality, solitude and karma?! Gurl i did say u were a cult leader but i didn't think it was astrologically backed up rippp. But it also says you might have a hard time getting the motivation to finish things, you might take a long time to finish a project. This house placements also tells me you're amazing at writing emotional ass fantasy stories which by now we have confirmed, but if you have like, an original idea for a book don't hesitate to get it started babe bc u have a very promising placement for that. Don't get too dragged into a sad whirlpool of emotions and daydreams but bring your creative ideas to life and you'll be fine.

This is all I'm doing today and i think it's enough lol. I'm posting this I'm sorry to my followers for the long ass post I'll tag it so you can filter it. This was a whole psycho-astrological analysis of our favourite writer Hellspawn1975. I have wanted to study her like a new lizard species for a while and i finally got the chance thank you hella for the opportunity.

Final words to @hella1975 i hate you and I'll fuck ur mom tomorrow, gn babe <3

#warning long post #long post #i am sorry #after intense study of this species i diagnose her with #gay homosexual gay #thank you everyone

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Curtain. (iii)

Carol (2015) fanfiction

Pt: 1 | 2

Word Count: 1,884

"Hey, T, you alright?" Dannie said as they got back to Therese's place. He leaned against the wall as she struggled to get her keys out.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, ya seemed a bit distracted during dinner. Did something happen? Was it Richard?"

Therese hesitated in answering as her hand halted on the door knob. Sure, Richard was always a pain in her ass. Their respective jobs kept them apart, thank God, but Therese was never the keenest on keeping exes in her circle of friends. In this case she had no choice.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, he's always been a misogynistic asshole, don't you think? I can only handle him for so long at any given time," Therese said, breezing inside with an air of nonchalance. Dannie wasn't having any of it as he followed her.

"Or was it a certain blonde boss that was keeping you from enjoying the night?" he asked as he followed her up the stairs.

"Shut up, Dannie," Therese quipped back without looking at him. "I'm stressed, alright? You might get a bit of a break now that the show's done, but I've got a new job coming up and that shit's never easy."

"Right, sorry, T, I didn't mean to upset you."

Therese sighed as they got to her door, turning to face him. "No, it's okay. I'm being weird, I know. It's just... well, sometimes I get confused, y'know? Like I just don't know what I want, and I get swept up in all these things and people around me, and I can't say no to any of it. Now what am I doing? I'm barely out, and barely paying my rent, and not doing the jobs I originally wanted to do. I never planned to be an art teacher of any kind. And it all just piles up."

She was staring at the ground, brows furrowed as she thought things through. Though she wouldn't tell Dannie the real aggressor of her overloaded thoughts was in fact the director, it was the only thing truly on her mind. She hadn't looked at anyone properly or found anyone as attractive as the blonde woman who she didn't even know the first name of. It scared her.

Two strong arms wrapped around Therese firmly and Dannie hugged her during her brief ruminating session.

"I can't imagine what it's like, T," he said, his chin on her hair. "I know it's probably tough, Phil's had a hell of a ride with figuring himself out and that took a toll on him. You've had it almost worse in my opinion, cause it took being with a shithead like Richard-"

Therese snorted.

"... to make you realize that you deserve more, and better."

"Being gay is the best thing in the world," Therese sighed. "But also the worst. No girls I look at ever know what they want. Or what they like. Or they're just experimenting. And, you know, homophobia..."

"Ignorance."

"Hate."

"Yeah, but girls."

"Yeah. Girls," Therese cracked a smile and Dannie did too. He bumped her arm playfully and she opened her apartment door.

"You wanna come inside for a drink?"

"Nah, I better head home. Phil's probably done his shift so I gotta make sure he eats at least something other than Redbull before he crashes on the bed."

"Gotcha."

"Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'm just a call away."

"I know, Dannie. Thank you."

"Goodnight T, have some sweet... blonde... dreams!"

Therese tried to swing her purse at him but missed as her best friend went cackling down the stairs.

September - before the first day

"Oh, Miss Belivet, is it?" asked the elderly lady at the front desk. Therese nodded, pulling at her skirt, her bag swung over her shoulder as she stood by the reception desk of the school- her new school.

She'd been working tirelessly the past week to really get herself in order. She even had a plan for the kids; themes accompanied with the crafts, and lessons in the art they were doing, not just mindless cutting and glueing. God, she definitely wasn't getting paid enough for this. Therese hoped her work would at least be appreciated.

"I was called to see the school today with Mrs... Robichek, I think it was?"

"Yes, you're right, I'll just page her down."

Therese waited by the receptionist, wandering a bit as she took in the school's architecture. Despite its clear technological advances of the relatively up-to-date phones, computers and printers, the school itself still had an old architectural feel to it, like something out of the 50s. The floors had a horrendous tiled pattern and the walls' pale green colours had faded into something ghastly.

Shuffling caught her attention and Therese turned to see a small, old lady with thick framed glasses in the doorway of the office. Though she looked just as ghastly as the school's design, she had a peppy smile on her face.

"Welcome, Theresa," she began. Therese's own smile faltered a little but she couldn't be bothered to correct her new colleague. Robichek, or Ruby as she introduced herself, gave Therese a tour of the small but well-regarded school.

"Now, you've got it easy, Theresa dear. You'll just need to be here everyday after school, no need for those 8am calls! Hah!"

Therese zoned out a bit as she watched the janitors and teachers bustle about the school, preparing for the new year and welcoming all the kids. Teachers with boxes filled with notebooks and markers. Desks being shuffled around and moved. The janitors cleaning the windows and floors thoroughly, making the tiles shine so brightly it gave Therese a headache.

"Here we are," Ruby suddenly piped up, entering a small classroom. Therese did a full turn once inside, noting the sink at the back of the room, handy, she thought. A selection of about 20 seemingly unused easels were propped up against the far wall, making Therese's hands itch with excitement.

"Now, usually this is Mr. Tucker's classroom. After 3pm, you've got it for yourself. You won't be allowed to move or touch his desk, but do whatever you like with the rest of the set up, as long as you move it back at the end of the day."

"What does Mr. Tucker teach?"

"Hm? Oh, during the school day he teaches the eighth graders, mainly. He's also coach and teaches gym, so he barely uses this room for his own things; that's what the gym office is for."

Therese wandered around the room for a bit, wondering if she was invading someone's space by being here. But no, she was only playing babysitter for kids after school. Administration insisted it still needed a curricular focus, according to Ruby, that's why they wanted an art-focused program rather than just letting kids waste their time for an hour or two.

"Between you and me, I think they're also doing it so they can cut some of the art funding during the regular day. This is technically outside of school hours so they don't have to worry about it, but they still count it as the curriculum being met," Ruby scoffed. Therese hummed in response, knowing how little arts were appreciated in schools nowadays, especially for younger years.

"Well, I think that's it, my dear! There's room in the teacher's lounge for your things once you start tomorrow. You needn't worry about taking up anyone's space, so do what you like."

"Thank you, Mrs. Robichek."

"Not a problem."

"Can I ask one question though? Where are all the art supplies?"

"Ah, that. Well. You see, I'm afraid this is as much as you're gonna get. It's an art club, Miss Belivet. The school board isn't going to be buying supplies for you."

With that, Mrs. Robichek walked out, leaving Therese to her own devices. She wandered about, checking the drawers in the cabinets and by the sink. A box of broken crayons and old Crayola markers was all she found. Some scissors, half a pack of construction paper, a couple glue sticks... The only real asset were the easels at the back of the room. Someone probably funded those with good intention, but no one seemed interested to use them properly.

As she crouched by the sink, rummaging through the last few piles of flimsy paper and boxes, the door opened. In walked a beanpole of a man- thin glasses framing his beady eyes. He was dressed in a suit that seemed to hang off of his body, old and boring in every way. He had a box in hand that he set on the desk before noticing Therese at the other end of the room.

"Who are you?" he asked immediately. This, Therese assumed, was Mr. Tucker.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Tucker. I'm Therese Belivet, I'm-,"

"The new art teacher, yes I know. I suppose we're sharing this classroom for the year, hm?"

Therese nodded bleakly as she got up, a forgotten glue stick in hand.

"I'll have you know I have a very strict way with my things, Miss Belivet. I will not allow you to move anything off of my desk. This need for art after school nonsense is ridiculous in my opinion, but I will mostly be in my separate office by the gym. Do what you like with those things," he nodded to the easels, "but don't make a mess of my classroom."

Therese was stumped by the man's arrogance and haughty behaviour so she clasped her hands in front of her instinctively, like she was a student back at boarding school. "Of course, sir."

He gave her a pointed look, not moving from his spot. Understanding the cue, Therese hurried out the classroom as fast as her feet would carry her.

God, what a weasel of a man, she thought, taking a breather as she headed back to the main office. She wouldn't be needed until 3pm the next day, which opened up her mornings nicely. She waved goodbye to the receptionist, who she learned was named Patricia, and walked out in the late summer evening air.

Therese hurried to get a cab, texting Dannie on her way back to her apartment.

met 3 new colleagues today. 1/3 was actually bearable

Dannie replied within a few minutes.

no shit, eh? what are they like?

receptionist is nice, does her job and didn't ask any questions. this one other lady teacher seems to be like everyone's overbearing grandma (good thing she teaches kindergarten i guess??) oh and the last guy seems like a total creep- really uptight

what does he teach?

gym. he's the coach of whatever teams they can even have here. it's such a small school.

damn, he's not ripped is he? if he creeps you again i could take him down, maybe.

lol nah he's a stick more than anything. doesn't seem to like me, or art for that matter. i have to share a classroom with him.

bummer. maybe paint the walls a sick fluorescent magenta? that might send him a message. kids would enjoy it too

Therese snorted at her phone, though the message gave her an idea. She hastily sent a reply to Dannie before directing the cab to the nearest art supply store.

A/N: Two updates in one day. I couldn’t help myself :3 Hope you like it folks. It won’t be long until our two leading ladies meet, I promise.

#carol #carol aird #carol movie #carol fanfiction #carol x therese #therese belivet #cate blanchett #rooney mara #sarah paulson #The Price of Salt #patricia highsmith #carol 2015 #wlw #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #merry writes

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northsidefabray · 5 years ago

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If I Lay Here

Who: Quinn & @northsidesebastian ft. @serpentchar & Judy Fabray

What: Quinn & Charlie enact their plan to escape and attack Judy. While Charlie goes to get help, Sebastian shows up and Judy makes some startling revelations about Sebrina Smythe’s murder, then tries to kill Sebastian. A mysterious fire breaks out at Ivyhill.

When: Dec 24, Late Evening

Where: Ivyhill, Quinn’s abduction room, Various room/kitchen

Triggers: physical violence, guns, fire, murder, stabbing, pregnancy - if I missed any, let me know and I’ll update the list!

Quinn looked over at Charlie pressed back against the wall when she heard the lock on the door turning. She’d be hidden for a little a few seconds once the door opened and that would have to be enough time. They didn’t have more than that. It had been late that morning when Quinn had found herself sick again but considering she hadn’t eaten very much at all in the days that she’d been locked away meant not much had come up. Charlie had worried about the fever Quinn had developed and since both the belt strikes, and her broken arm hadn’t been tended, knew they needed to get out.

That’s when they came up with the plan. Judy would come down, Quinn would distract her, Charlie would attack. It wasn’t the best plan but it was something and that’s all they needed. Charlie nodded at Quinn now, giving her a look that said you can do it or maybe don’t fuck it up. But that might be Quinn’s own insecurity worried about what would happen if she did.

The door opened and Quinn didn’t give Judy a chance to notice that Charlie wasn’t beside her like she had been for the past two nights.

“You were right,” Quinn said quickly and it seemed to be what Judy needed to hear to distract her. She held a tray in her hand with what looked like a bowl of soup. No doubt something else that she’d ordered - Judy didn’t cook. Quinn watched the woman still, eyeing her cautiously.

“Right about what?” Judy raised a curious brow as she looked at her daughter. The phone in her pocket was finally silent, all those useless people in her daughter’s life would avoid her now and she could focus on repairing Quinn’s relationship with Hunter. The last text she’d sent was to Sebastian and her fingers had shaken with hatred as she typed it. Come over quick. Come alone. Disgustingly enough, he’d replied quickly and was on his way.

She didn’t like guns. They were loud and messy but they were effective, and she was going to use it. She was going to save the world from Sebastian Smythe. Fuck the world. She was going to save her family from him, her daughter. She’d kill him tonight, let the family bury his body, and then sleep soundly knowing he was gone.

“My... life,” Quinn said, taking a step into the room and, just like Charlie said, Judy took another step in as well.

Quinn watched her, fighting to not let her eyes move when she saw Charlie slowly start to step out from behind the door. She couldn’t give her away. They were so close. Thinking about the conversations her mother had with her over the past few days, it was easy to figure out exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I’ve been careless,” she said. “Made friends with the wrong people.”

“They aren’t good enough for you, Quinn. You’re better than them.”

“I know... I know.” Quinn nodded, swallowing the hard knot in her throat. Her mouth was dry and she felt weak.

“I just want the best for you.”

“I know that now. You wouldn’t have done all this if you didn’t.”

Relief seemed to flood Judy’s eyes as she dropped her shoulders. This was everything that she wanted to hear. Everything she’d fought for. Well, almost everything. The woman thought of those vile text messages and she asked, “And what about Sebastian Smythe? What about your wicked encounters with him? What about the bab-”

Quinn gasped as everything happened. Charlie moved quickly, arm wrapped around Judy’s neck. The woman struggled, dropped the tray and spilled everything. Quinn jumped away, back hitting the wall as they struggled with each other. Judy kept trying to reach into her pocket but they twisted and swayed together so she couldn’t get whatever she was going for. Their two bodies fell back against the wall and Judy forced them back again, trying to crack Charlie’s head in the process but she didn’t let up.

When Judy let up and fell to her knees, Charlie let go, kicking her forward so she fell forward but she was still moving. Then she grabbed the closest thing she could find, the soup bowl. She picked it up and brought it down on the back of her head, shattering the china into little pieces as Judy’s body finally went limp.

“I-Is she dead?” Quinn asked as the silence of the room screamed like a roar.

Charlie carefully felt for a pulse and shook her head, “No. But I don’t know how long she’ll be down.” She rushed for Quinn and grabbed the one arm that wasn’t bandaged and slinged with a pillow case. “Come on. We have to go fast.”

“No.”

“Quinn--”

“No.” Her eyes were mostly clear for the first time in days. “I’m not leaving here and letting her get away. She locked me up, locked you up! She hired that guy to--” Her words cut off and she shook her head. “I’m not leaving until I see her in handcuffs.��

Charlie tried to argue with her, suggested they simply lock her in there the way they’d been locked in, but Quinn kept shaking her head. “She paid someone to hurt me. I don’t know who else she paid, who else could be part of this. No, you go. Please. Go right to Sheriff Hummel - he can’t be bought. Get him, bring him here. Please, Charlie...” Quinn needed it. She needed to see her mother punished for this. She needed her to be behind bars.

Reluctantly, Charlie agreed but mostly because she didn’t think she could carry Quinn kicking and screaming out of there. She grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the shelves, smashed it against the wall, and handed her the neck with the jagged edges.

“If she tries to get away--”

Quinn simply nodded, “I will.”

The two shared a look, an understanding between two women that likely had no business being friends but had solidified a bond that nothing else could have done. Quinn nodded to let her know it was okay and then she watched as Charlie rushed off. Relief flooded the blonde as she leaned back against the wall, hissing at the ache from the whipping she’d taken. The truth was, Quinn hadn’t been sure she could run all the way to Sheriff Hummel with the way she felt right now and she didn’t trust anyone else. She wouldn’t go to her neighbors, wouldn’t find staff here. It had to be straight to the Sheriff and she didn’t have the strength for that.

Despite the fact she was shaking, Quinn had never felt more steady in her life. The smashed bottle of wine with it’s jagged edges held in her unbroken arm as she pointed it in the direction of Judy’s immobile form. Quinn wasn’t sure how how hard Charlie had hit her, and in turn couldn’t tell if there was even a chance of her coming to before the police got there, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She wasn’t getting close to her. She wasn’t doing any of this. For what would turn out to be a week, Quinn had been kept captive down here, a prisoner in her own home, at the hands of her mother.

Every morning had been the same. She’d wake up, or at least open her eyes since she hadn’t been able to sleep, and she’d see the woman walk in and tell her all of the newest ways she was “fixing” things. Though the last day or two had gotten worse. Judy was clearly upset but she wouldn’t tell her why. It wasn’t even until the previous night that she laid her own hands on Quinn, walking in with her cell phone clutched in her hand and delivered a sharp smack to the bruised side of her face.

“It makes me sick to have such a whore for a daughter. How many times have you had sex with him at your office? Is that how he got you in this situation?”

Quinn didn’t know what situation she was talking about, maybe getting locked down here, but she didn’t have the patience to respond. She didn’t even have the desire to answer her questions. Quinn wasn’t going to play into her game and that had been the only thing to make Judy move towards the door with a grumble of, “I should have let Bruce screw it out of you.” Quinn knew instantly who her mother had been talking about. This mystery Bruce character. The one who had been paid to hurt her; paid by her mother. Something he’d said hadn’t even made sense to Quinn when he said it. But it would.

And yet it wasn’t I that ended the life of precious little Sebrina Smythe.

Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Seconds into minutes, into hours, into days, all in the span of a single breath. But for as slow as it was moving, it never stopped. Never stilled. Not until she heard his voice and it sounded like something out of her dream, out of every moment that she’d had since she’d been here. From waking up in this room, to all the horrible things Bruce said to her, and the way she screamed and cried. Through it all she had only two voices leading her out of the darkness, keeping her from sinking to a point where she couldn’t return. Hunter and Sebastian. They’d always been her light.

“Q?” Sebastian’s voice sounded from the descending the staircase into the wine cellar. She begged that it wasn’t a dream, that she hadn’t snapped from being down here, from her untended injuries.

Turning to look back into the cellar, across the long rows of alcohol, Quinn waited hopefully to hear his voice again. She watched the growing shadow spread across the floor in flickering candlelight and for the briefest moment before he appeared, Quinn sunk back. What if it was Bruce again? What if he’d come back to do what he said he could, to use her, to kill her? But then he appeared. Sebastian. Tall, and lean, and every inch the promise she needed.

His eyes fell on her tattered appearance, hair cut unevenly at her shoulders, a bold bruise across her cheek with a cut that looked red and angry. Her left arm had been wrapped in what looked like ripped sheets and she was shaking. The strangeness of “her” behavior lately washed away in a sea of concern that struck him deeper than anything. He said her name again but she was already moving. The broken bottle shattered out of her hand and onto the ground, and she was in his arms.

The pain shot up from her broken wrist and arm but Quinn didn’t care. He was really here, and she trembled in his arms, small and weak as she felt. One arm clung to him tightly and tears came down her face.

“We have to go,” she said finally against his chest. At first, she had no desire to leave until her mother was taken away in the police car but having Sebastian here put him in danger, and she could give up seeing Judy arrested with her own two eyes if it kept him safe.

Lifting her head, Quinn found his concerned eyes, hers radiating a terrible fear. Although she had been adamant with Charlie that she wanted to stay and make sure that Judy was arrested, a severe panic settled on her.

“It’s my mother.”

“What?”

Confusion settled on him. The fact that she winced when his hands pressed against her back didn’t escape his notice. He had known something was off when they hadn’t spoken, and then the way she responded to his text message - the way she told him to ask her boyfriend as if he wasn’t one of them, how she said his family ruined things - Sebastian had known it wasn’t Quinn. Sometimes he didn’t even know himself as well as he knew Quinn and Hunter.

When he’d gotten the text message from her phone Come over quick. Come alone. He was ready to find out what was wrong because that wasn’t their Quinn. Looking at her now told a story he feared the details of. The cut on her face, the bruises, her slinged arm and her hair... Something terrible had happened to her. She was hurt and now she looked like a caged animal, wild and frightened.

“Quinn...”

“I think she killed Sebrina,” Quinn said in an uneven tone, voice rattling as she shook at the realization. “...and I think she wants to kill you too.”

Before saying it out loud, it was something she could deny or pretend didn’t exist. She could keep it to herself until there was no denying it. But now that she said it, it was real. it was true. And there was no taking it back.

There was an explosion, an eruption, a shot that echoed through the thick walls of the cellar. Glass shattered from the shelves of bottles that rained tiny shards down on them. Alcohol splattered onto the walls, the ceiling, and the ground.

Quinn hadn’t remembered moving but when her head ducked down against Sebastian’s chest, he was suddenly between her and the room she’d been kept in. He was between her and the wild-eyed woman with a loaded gun in her hands, pointing directly at the two of them. Quinn’s fingers gripped into Sebastian’s shirt, holding herself tightly to his body and unconsciously checking him first, and then herself, for gunshots.

“That’s just like you, Quinn. You always have to ruin the surprise,” Judy growled as she put her hand against the back of her head and coming away with a palm of blood. She looked at it disdainfully and then quickly turned her attention back to the two of them.

It made her sick. Sebastian’s arms were wrapped around Quinn protectively, as if he wasn’t the poison that would inevitably ruin her. As if it wasn’t his family that tried so hard to take everything away from her. Her family, her marriage, her status, her life. She had thought she was done just enough when she acted earlier that year, making her big plans to show the Smythe’s that they had no right to mess with her. Even when the girl’s body was discovered, Sebastian reacted exactly as Judy expected he would. Only he hadn’t had the good sense to kill himself in the process.

Looking at her and the look on her face, Sebastian slowly turned towards her, his arm coaxing Quinn to move behind him. She fought him at first, not wanting to let go, and something deep inside told him that she wasn’t as afraid of Judy hurting her as she was afraid every bullet left in that gun had his name on them.

“Sebastian, no--”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Quinn hesitantly gave into the trust she had of him, no matter how every nerve in her body fought her.

Sebastian was filled with many emotions; anger, hatred, pain, sadness, but at the very bottom of all of it was something that steadied him, that refused to let him run. It felt like the part of him that he shared with his sister from the moment they were brought into the world together. She’d been his other half and without her, he felt half of himself was missing. But in that moment, he felt her. He felt that half and it gave him strength.

“You killed my sister,” he said but it wasn’t a question. It was resolve. He knew.

A twisted grin crossed Judy’s lips, twitching in the corner of her mouth as she kept the gun pointed directly at him. She knew she wouldn’t be a good enough shot to ensure she could get him in between his eyes, but she did know that if she aimed for his chest, she could at least steady him enough to empty the rest of the clip into him. Then that piece of her that was filled with so much hatred would watch him bleed to death in front of her.

“She was fucking my husband,” Judy replied in a matter of fact tone. There was no inflection in her voice that said she felt betrayed. She was angry and she had been. Not because Russell slept with another woman - no, that was practically a staple requirement for Elite husband’s. They cheat but there was supposed to be an understanding there. “And she got herself pregnant.”

Judy took a step towards the two of them, irritated by the way Sebastian kept her daughter behind him. She was trying to decide if she would be able to shoot him without the bullet also hitting Quinn. But if it did, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She could get her daughter medical attention once she watched the last drop of blood stain the floor of her cellar, once she knew without a doubt that the Smythe family would no longer threaten to ruin her perfectly built world.

“Which is actually funny if you think about it,” Judy said, sparing a quick glance to her daughter before turning her gaze back to Sebastian. “The mistake your whore sister made was thinking she was going to actually keep it. She loved Russell, she said. She wanted to be with him and their demon spawn, and she had him so bewitched that he was going to do it. He wanted to leave me, leave us, to be with her.”

Quinn felt a wave of nausea as her mother spoke. The security footage she’d found from the summer made so much more sense. The woman who had come over, the one she saw on camera kissing her father, it was Sebrina.

“So you killed her because your husband wanted her more than you? That’s pretty fucking pathetic, Judy.” Sebastian said, feeling Quinn’s grasp tighten on the back of his shirt. He stared with a firey hatred inside of him, and if he wasn’t afraid of what would happen to Quinn if he was killed, he would have dove at Judy even with that gun in her hands. She needed him and he was never going to not be there for her ever again.

The older woman shook her head, “I didn’t plan on killing her.” That much was true at least until the moment she’d gone to the one place that Russell had kept as a sort of retreat. Judy had figured out that was where he’d keep the tramp. So she went to confront her face to face, give her whatever money she wanted to leave. What she hadn’t expected was for the young woman to tell her that she was in love, and to believe it. Judy herself had never seen so much love radiating in someone’s eyes and she knew from personal experience that the only thing more dangerous than all the weapons of mass destruction was love.

“I only planned on killing the baby,” she took another step forward, barely noticing the flickering lights coming from the top of the staircase. An almost psychotic laugh bubbled from her lips, “but once I pulled the knife out of her belly, I didn’t want to stop. You should have seen the look on her face, Sebastian. You should have seen the way her eyes looked when all the light went out of them. And now it’s your turn.” She stared down the barrel and knew right where she would shoot.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched because that was the last thing he wanted to think about. His sister was gone. She’d had her life taken away from her and all he’d wanted to feel since then was numb. Numb was better than inconsolable. Numb was better than anger. But numb also took him away from her, away from her memory, and away from the life he still had.

It had taken him away from Hunter and Quinn, and he would never let anything do that again. Sebastian knew where he belonged, where he wanted to be, and it was with the two of them.

Judy lost herself in the memory before saying. “I thought I was rid of you. Your family - your fucking family - cling to mine, leach off of mine. Sebrina couldn’t leave Russell alone so I got a little knife happy, and now you try to steal my daughter from me. I’ll be damned before I let another Smythe take anything of mine.”

With nothing else to say, Judy pulled the trigger and a second gunshot echoed in the room.

Quinn was suddenly on the ground. She didn’t remember moving but she saw the slightest twitch of her mother’s hand and she knew. She screamed and put all of her body weight into dragging Sebastian down. They hit the ground hard but she wouldn’t let her mother take him away. She wouldn’t let Judy hurt him again.

The bullet traveled through a line of bottles the spewed alcohol across the room, and in the quickest of flashes, that alcohol ignited against the many candles. An angry woosh sent the flames to the ceiling, catching with the other spilled bottles. It was the direction they needed as it had knocked Judy off of her own feet.

Sebastian’s hands were suddenly on Quinn’s face and he said one word.

“Run.”

Taking his hand, Quinn was practically yanked to her feet and she did what he said. Her chest tightened when she rounded the corner where previously Bruce had stopped her. She had to tell herself that he wasn’t here now but she still shoved her feet down, almost stopping, before Sebastian’s momentum propelled her forward. Quinn ducked but didn’t stop running when she heard her mother’s scream and another gunshot erupt into the wall a few feet from them.

She stopped on the stairs when Sebastian pulled from her and she looked back, about to scream for him but she watched as he shoved over a wall of bottles behind them, adding a block between them. Then he grabbed her hand again and they ran up the stairs. At the top, they both gasped and looked up at the wall that was wrapped in flames. How had it started? Who had started it? The entire hallway was ablaze, the curtains in the opposite room burned to a crisp, furniture blocking their way through windows.

“Sebastian?”

“This way.”

Quinn trusted only two people implicitly, enough to literally run into the flames with them, and one of them she actually did just that. The pictures and the paint on the wall were burning, a lifetime of memories crisping in front of her eyes as the smoke billowed in the air and stung their eyes, but she left them all behind. None of them mattered, not the way her real family did - her, Sebastian, and Hunter.

As they broke for the back door, the kitchen already lit up in flames, another gunshot sent them both tumbling to the ground. She wasn’t sure if Sebastian tackled her to the ground or she fell but she was wrapped up against him, tile against her back. Judy stood with wild eyes in front of them, gun pointing in their direction. Not theirs. His. Fire licked up the walls behind her, intense heat filling the room. The wooden beams groaned above them but neither of the two moved.

“You’re not getting out of here,” Judy hissed, venom in her voice. “You don’t get to live. You don’t get to ruin everything and walk away.” And then she lowered the gun to her daughter. Maybe this is what she should have done from the moment everything made sense to her, since the moment she knew. “And you’re not walking out of here with that abomination growing inside you. I’d rather bury you than let you bring another Smythe into the world.”

Judy’s finger went to the trigger.

She didn’t think.

She just pulled.

She fired.

Quinn had ducked then, nowhere to go, and she buried her face into Sebastian’s chest, almost hiding against him as she waited for the pain to hit. The words Judy said hadn’t even sunk in yet.

Wood cracked and when part of the ceiling collapsed, there was a scream as Judy fell away. Quinn wasn’t sure where the shot went at first, looking around frantically. She checked herself and she checked Sebastian but that was all she cared about. It wasn’t them. Sebastian had to kick away part of a beam that fell by their feet but he was up as quickly as he could get, pulling her with him. Smoke clouded in their lungs but they ran. He kicked the backdoor and ran.

Once they were outside, safely distanced on the road, Sebastian pulled Quinn close to his chest, one hand buried into her hair and tenderly kissed the top of her head, then her lips. They clung to each other like it was the last time, or maybe the first.

There was a space between them, as always, a space that could never be filled by anyone else, a space that was made for Hunter. Everything existed in that embrace; comfort, safety, love, promise. The words whispered between their shared breath, all the things that belonged to the three of them and no one else.

I love you. I need you. I’ll never let you go.

Sirens wailed in the distance as Sebastian and Quinn held each other and watched in silence while Ivyhill burned to the ground.

#para #para: if I lay here #para: sebastian #para: charlie #para: judy fabray #tw physical violence #tw violence #tw guns #tw fire #tw murder #tw stabbing #tw pregnancy #tw mention of pregnancy

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itsmonkeypajamas · 6 years ago

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Against The World Chapter 5

(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | FFN)

Sometimes living takes more courage than dying. –Jane Yolen

It took every ounce of strength for Jane to continue on.

She had stared down, in shock, in confusion, in pain. She hadn’t even fully grasped what it meant before a loud pounding on the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts. Jane quickly wiped away the tears she hadn’t known had fallen, and hurried out to the common area.

“It doesn’t change anything,” she thought, the line repeating like a mantra over and over again as it ran through her head. She struggled to breath, to hold on to any thought before the pain took over. She had known this was a possibility. Jane knew that. She knew that. But all that was before, before it was a real thing. Before she had the glimmer of hope, that she was pregnant, that maybe she and Kurt could have a family, that they could be happy.

Jane tried to tell herself that she could still protect Kurt. She had lost everything yesterday, but she could still protect him. She had to protect him. Jane swallowed her pain, and vowed to keep going. For Kurt.

Jane set off, even more unsure than she had been in the past. She mindlessly boarded the first bus she found, not even caring where it was going.

She stared out the window for hours, watching the scenery change from the snowy foothills of the Alps to low lying plains and river beds. They passed through cities and small towns, and everything in between. Jane had no idea how much time had passed or even where she was when she departed at nightfall.

Jane walked around the town before finding a small room available. Her German wasn’t great, but it worked. Or perhaps the owner just took pity on her – her hair was dirty and matted, her clothes worn. Jane pushed a pile of Euros towards him and the questions ended.

The room was small, the bed was old, but that didn’t matter. She stared off into space, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few days, few weeks, few months. It all seemed so long ago, almost like a dream – one that she was slowly forgetting was ever real.

She closed her eyes, trying to hold on to memories before they drifted further away.

Jane stripped down to take a shower, try to wash the grime and pain of the day away. It was only then, as her clothes lay on the floor, that she saw it.

The pregnancy test. The one she had stuck in her pocket as she ran. The one she had held on to, to make it feel real.

Jane sat on the bed and cried, not caring who heard her anguished screams.

The sun peeking through the windows was what finally woke Jane. She wasn’t sure how long she actually slept – like the morning before, she felt even more exhausted than she had when she had fallen asleep. Her eyes were puffy from the tears, her head was pounding, and her side still ached from the fight. Not only did her whole body hurt, Jane felt her weak, the emotional pain draining any strength she could muster.

She wanted to stay there another day. She wanted to hide in the old bed with the lumpy mattress and not move, not think. She thought about how easy it would be to go up, shove another handful of bills at the old man, and come back to bed. But at the same time, Jane knew she couldn’t do that. Last time she’d stayed in the same place, they’d found her.

And she feared that this time, she’d let them kill her.

She packed up her stuff, splashing her face with water. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

The streets were busier than the night before, the cacophony of traffic and voices overlapping around her. It almost felt like home, but on a much smaller scale. Everyone was involved with their own tasks, their own little world. She walked a few blocks aimlessly, until a small bakery caught her eye. She hadn’t eaten in who knows how long, and the smells wafting through the air were irresistible. Jane eagerly bought one, and found a small table by the window. She picked at the sweet bread, feeling more capable than she had in the morning. She knew then that she could keep going, putting one foot in front of the other. That was the only option really, the only way to survive this pain.

She shoved half of the roll into her bag, unwilling to stay still any longer.

She found the bus depot where she’d departed 12 hours before, but the next bus wasn’t due until the afternoon. So Jane set off on foot, afraid that if she waited, she’d get complacent. She had made the decision to go, and wasn’t going to wait for a bus.

It didn’t take long before Jane regretted that decision. The adrenaline that had fueled her first day of walking had long since faded. Her side ached with every breath, her feet burned with each step, it was as if her body was fighting her the entire way, telling her she should have stayed back, stayed in bed. And with nothing to distract her on the monotonous, well-worn paths, her mind kept cycling back to the same thought.

She’d lost the baby.

It was her fault.

She’d lost the baby.

It had only been a few days, and now it was gone.

It was all her fault.

She replayed the fight over and over again, blaming herself for every missed opportunity, every blow they landed, everything she had done wrong. If she hadn’t left Kurt in the middle of the night, if they had taken out Sandstorm earlier. If she hadn’t ….

The list went on and on.

��And once again, she found herself wishing that she had died in that hotel room.

The tears started to fall, and Jane was unable to stop them. This was what she got, for thinking she was finally happy with Kurt, for believing that she was worthy of happiness. It had seemed to perfect in Colorado. If she had been back there, it would have been perfect. They’d be celebrating together, instead of mourning alone. He didn’t know. He would never know.

The sun was high in the sky when she finally allowed herself to stop. The park was busy, filled with people – couples walking together, runners sprinting along trails, children playing with friends. It was a scene she had seen a million times before. It was a scene that was repeated in every park around the world. It simultaneously reminded Jane of home, and how far away home really was.

Jane sat on a bench, watching the people go by. She thought about how Kurt had taken her to Central Park for a picnic right after they started dating. She had known Central Park was big, but it wasn’t until Kurt kept leading her along the paths, twisting further and further into the park that she realized just how big it really was. When they stopped, it was a field just like this one – filled with people and noises and joy. Jane hadn’t expected it to feel as intimate as it did. They were surrounded by people, but still, it felt like her and Kurt were the only ones there. They talked about their future, the FBI, Colorado, Roman, everything. They’d stayed there all afternoon, just the two of them.

She thought about the park down the street from his apartment. It was small, barely qualifying as a park. But she knew that Kurt liked to go there to think, especially after a long day at work. Sometimes, she’d follow him, but other times, Jane would let him go, knowing he needed to be alone. And when he would come back, she was always waiting for him, ready to give him a hug and tell him that she loved him.

There was a park like that in Colorado also – Jane thinks that why he fell in love with the house, even with as much work as it needed – the park was just a short walk away. It was quieter in Colorado, no constant drone of the city. But there were stars, so many stars. Jane remembered the first clear night, after they moved in. She’d been the one out in the park, staring upwards in awe.

But that was all gone now. She was halfway across the world, and completely alone.

Jane’s heart ached. Everything hurt, and she could no longer separate the physical pain from the emotional pain.

She knew she should keep moving. Movement gave her a purpose, something to focus on. But she couldn’t force herself to move, to stand up. Her head started to swim, and she began to feel lightheaded. Pain shot through her body every time she took a breath, and she started to gasp for air.

“Ah, hallow. Du bist wach,” a cheery voice said.

Jane’s eyes blinked as she tried to focus. The light was blindingly bright, and her head was foggy, she couldn’t concentrate on anything. She noticed that she didn’t hurt anymore, but still, her body felt disconnected from her, as if she was drugged. She tried to remember what happened, but couldn’t remember anything past the park.

“Wh – ” she croaked out, her mouth dry. “Where am I?”

“Diakoniekrankenhaus Halle” the voice replied.

Jane could see the nurse now, the woman in white busying herself checking Jane’s chart and making notes.

“Wie heißen Sie?” she asked, staring at Jane.

“Jane,” she answered automatically, before cringing inwardly. She wasn’t Jane here. She couldn’t use her real name; she didn’t even have any IDs with Jane on them. “Jane… Alexander,” she replied, using Kurt’s middle name. Kurt had teased her when they had talked about if she would take his last name when they got married. She’d laughed and explained that she wanted to keep Doe because it was such a good conversation starter. But now, after everything she’d gone through, she wanted to feel closer to Kurt, even if in name only.

The nurse kept talking, but Jane only heard bits and pieces as she looked around the room. The walls were white and sterile, and a curtain separated one half of the room from the other. She wanted to know how she got here, how long she had been here.

“…gebrochene Rippe, aber es geht Ihnen und dem Baby gut.”

Jane’s attention snapped back to the nurse. What did she say? “Baby?”

“Ja du bist schwanger.” The nurse looked confused and started mimicking the action of rocking a baby in her arms.

“Baby?” Jane repeated. “No…” her mind raced. This couldn’t be possible. This had to be some sort of translation error. Her German wasn’t great; she clearly misunderstood what the nurse was saying. “No, no, I had a miscarriage.”

“Baby,” the nurse repeated, continuing to move her arms. She stared at Jane, as if this alone would convince her. “Eine sekunde,” she said, walking out of the room. A moment later she reappeared, another nurse by her side.

“Hi,” the second nurse started. “You speak English?” he asked, his accent thick but Jane nodded appreciatively. “You broke a rib, but you and the baby will be fine. We’ve got you on some drugs for the pain, but the most important thing is –“

Jane cut him off. “No, I…. I lost the baby. There was blood,” she tried to explain again.

“Ah, no, see – pregnant,” he pointed to a line on the chart. “Few weeks.”

He continued to talk, giving explanations and medical terms that Jane barely heard. She was pregnant. Or more, she was still pregnant. She hadn’t lost the baby somehow. Her mind raced, but this time, it was with happier thoughts. It wasn’t over. She hadn’t failed.

The nurse finally left, after asking her a few more questions, and Jane lay back in her bed, exhausted, scared, happy, confused … she didn’t know what she was feeling. But she only had one thought on her mind.+

After a quick check to make sure the other bed was empty, Jane dialed the room phone to the number she knew by heart.

“I’m coming home.”

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #my writing #against the world #jeller #jane doe #coming home #i don't speak german #i told you it would be okay #i had a plan #well sort of a plan #yikes now im scared #if i keep tagging it ill never post it

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katatty · 6 years ago

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Recap: Veronaville Round 4 (Spring)

Just remembered I haven’t done an recap for the Veronaville round I recently completed yet, oops! Better late than never? For any new followers, this is a summary of everything important that went on during this spring rotation! I have a recap page HERE, if you want to read about what else has been going on in this neighbourhood. More general info here. Once I finish this round of my Hollyhead BACC I’ll be continuing with Pleasantview Plus - next up will be more college, followed by Downtown.

Yikes - this was an eventful round! Feels like it went on forever, haha! It’s actually only been 4 months though, which is a lot better than the 10 months Strangetown took...

Started the rotation with Chloe and Nina’s house. It’s Spring and Chloe was taking full advantage of the romantic season to finally try and nail down that 20 Woohoos LTW. She went on a bit of a romance rampage including numerous townies, Ripp Grunt, and even her brother’s girlfriend.

She and Nina also had some adventures as a couple, inviting the Summerdreams over for some redheaded bisexual action.

Unfortunately all this lovin’ distracted her from work a bit and she ended up getting fired - leading to some insecurity in her relationship with Nina, who was racking up promotions in her job at the Monty restaurant.

They talked it out, though, and Nina was nothing but supportive. Communication wins!

After that, Chloe decided the time had come to propose - and Nina said yes!!

There was some trouble brewing, however...

Next up was Antonio’s branch of the Monty family!

Beatrice kicked things off by asking Buck Grunt to go steady, which totally threw me for a loop.

Benedick was still going steady with Bo Summerdream.

All was going well between them, until his best friend Hal Capp revealed she’d been seeing him on the side. Ben was not happy!!!

Antonio was exploring his options and starting to date a little, too. Nina Caliente took him on a few dates.

In the end, though, it was Florence Delarosa who captured his heart.

He took her on a date to a pottery class, and proposed at the end of it!!

Meanwhile her local business was booming, and she hired recent graduate Emily Lee to help out in the shop.

Small bit of relevant college stuff - at Mercutio’s graduation party, Juliette caught Romeo cheating on her with Roxie Sharpe.

However, after talking it through with her and Jonah he decided to put things with them to and end and try and patch things up with Juliette.

He proposed to her at their dorm and she accepted, on the condition that he took her name when they married. Juliette is savvy!

At the Monty Ranch, Mercutio returns home to help his grandmother with the llama rearing. He’s now the de-facto heir, as Isabella is NOT happy about the engagement.

He quickly discovered his Nonna hasn’t been too lonely without him and has befriended some other elder ladies. She, Dora Ottomas and Jenny Smith meet regularly for mahjong. Jenny flirts and little here and there...

His fiancee, Goldie Hart, visits regularly.

Meanwhile Isabella gets bitten by the local leader of the pack, becomes and werewolf and turns Mercutio for good measure. That’ll keep things even with the Capps...

Then it’s over to the other side of the river... The Capps have noticed the recent expansion of the Monty side and, not to be outdone, have invested in a new set of shops on their side! They hope to attract small business owners and will be approaching a few of their residents about going into business.

The first of these is the Tinkers! Melody is exasperated as always with her parents and can’t BELIEVE they think now is a good time to open a toy shop. It’s not just that Melody hates toys… her little brother Timmy was born recently and she’s worried the new business won’t leave her parents with a lot of time to take care of him. Her parents act like a pair of big kids most of the time, and she often feels like the only responsible person in the house. It’s tough, sometimes!

Her fears aren’t entirely unfounded. She leaves her parents unsupervised for half an hour, and look what happens! This is the THIRD fire I’ve had with these guys. It’s worth mentioning I play them ISBI style when they’re not at work doing business stuff, haha.

Melody’s girlfriend Miranda is at college, but Melody misses her like crazy and rolls wants to see her almost every day. They’re in an open relationship for now, at least until they can close the distance gap...

She hangs out with Bo Summerdream a little, who flirts with her a bit...

Wanda and Stephen prove to be fantastic parents as always, ignoring their screaming infant in favor of cuddling for hours on end.

They do an okay job running the shop, though. Mostly.

They don’t seem too worried about the Montys spying on the enemy turf...

At Capp manor, Contessa has a stern word with her daughter Cordelia, who just doesn’t seem interested in taking over the family business.

However, the family witchcraft certainly piques her interest and she decides to start studying it! Good magic, of course.

Tybalt returns from college and moves home, immediately getting a job in the business. It’s not his passion, but he florishes nicely there, and gets along great with his aunt/boss Goneril.

He also proposes to his boyfriend, Tiave Tricou, and takes him home to meet the family.

Juliette visits next for another word with dear old grandmother. They’re a little concerned about her engagement to Romeo, but agree to it as long as he takes on the Capp name and gives up his ties to his family.

Later that night, Caliban and Contessa get into a nasty fight. It’s the latest of many, and this time Contessa isn’t feeling forgiving!

She casts a curse on him and has him killed by bees.

Cordelia is heart-broken and immediately suspects her mother, not believing for a moment any of this was an accident. She shares these suspicions with Tybalt and he privately vows revenge, although she’s terrified for his safety and hopes he flees town.

In a complete change of tone, Denise decided to move to Veronaville with her son after their bakery in Bluewater Village went bust. They’re not sure why it flopped… maybe because Yves was the only one who could bake? Maybe because Gilbert was dating multiple employees at once, and they all quit when they found out? Veronaville was Denise’s pick for 3 reasons.

Nobody knows who they are, so they can pretend to be from Champ Les Sims! That way customers are bound to trust Denise’s croissants…

The Capp family are offering excellent business loans, hoping to improve tourism in the area.

Since there are so many multi-generational families here, women might not be put off my Gilbert living with his mother! Denise is sick and tired of Gilbert playing the “I live with my mother” card whenever the threat of long term commitment looms.

Their round is mostly all business, with Gilbert dating around a bit.

He even asks out recently widowed Bella Goth a few times. She keeps saying no initially but when they have a chance meeting on a community lot she initiates things!

Denise, who I gave a romance secondary, also finds time for romance! She dates local criminal mastermind Rich Mann, partially in response to receiving threats from the Montys.

Denise and Gilbert both keep rolling wants to learn hairdressing and Crystal Vu keeps wandering by, leading to endless makeover disasters...

Sorry, Crystal. They get it right eventually.

Monica Bratford (Puck’s fiancee) starts renting a place, although she won’t be played until next round... she’s looking forward to opening her own boutique in town and starting up her new range of cruelty free makeup products.

The house next to her is being rented by fellow graduates Brittany Upsnott & Ellen Frost! Britt wants to be a journalist and Ellen plans on going into law.

At Goneril’s branch of the Capp family, Desdemona and Hal bond on their terrible decisions in love. Des has a crush on her straight BFF Beatrice Monty and Hal has a thing for Benedick, who he worries he’s completely messed things up with forever.

He needn’t worry, though. To my sheer amazement when Benedick came over they started joking and laughing like everything was totally fine and Hal never stole his girlfriend? I guess they just can’t stay mad at each other...

Des gets a bit of a makeover! To her surprise, Goneril approves. She’s been trying to go easy on her kids, lately.

Hal and Bo continue dating, but the differences between Capps and Summerdreams are starting to show. She’s not remotely impressed or interested in his new job...

Academie Le Tour like what they see, though. Between perfect A+ grades, topping his career in a single day, mastering dance (ballet) and maxing the creativity skill he is moneyed up ready for college!!! He’s got the “Become the Law” LTW and I’ve no doubt he’s going to be a huge success as the corrupt Capp family lawyer.

So he was off to Académie Le Tour. Hal felt a little sad to be leaving town without fixing things with Ben properly, but maybe the distance would do them good. Bo was coming along to the same university as him, but we wasn’t sure what was going to happen with them. Things had been kind of rocky, understandably, the way they got together was all wrong and it just didn’t feel right without Ben in the picture… ugh.

Perhaps at college he could have a more sensible, drama-free love life? Or, better yet, he could stop worrying about relationships and focus on his studies! Yeah, that sounded great. He’d work hard, graduate with honors, start his own law firm, and worry about marriage and kids later, maybe when the family found a good match for him.

Des does a lot of good big-sister-ing, single handedly raising Lysander and talking Ariel through gender identity questions.

Goneril gets the promotion she’s been hoping for. It was her dream, she’d always thought. It was her dream.

And yet she wasn’t completely satisfied. When she’d imagined running the company, it wasn’t as a co-partner to a reanimated zombie of her mother. And she’d envisaged herself as the owner of the company, not simply doing all the hard work while her niece reaped in the rewards.

Albany, who aged up recently, talks Goneril through her insecurities, and assures her she’ll be on top (lol) some day.

Ariel and Lysander grow up! Though their party is a total shitshow.

The Summerdreams are very same-old - Bo continues to slack off and the parents continue to make out all the time and neglect their kids.

She and Benedick Monty make the break-up official.

And so she spends a lot of time hanging out with BFF Lucy Burb instead. They dream of becoming criminal masterminds together someday... they do have pretty good chemistry and a slightly flirty dynamic, but neither of them has ever acted on it for fear of messing up the friendship.

She dates Melody Tinker instead, which goes better than I expected! They fell in love and everything.

Oberon and Titania got some “new” looks. These two have centuries worth of clothing in their wardrobe…

Titania has a brief date with Chloe Curious, and asks her about her pregnancy. Chloe is cage-y initially, but is relived when Titania proposes she and Oberon adopt the baby. She and Nina don’t want kids, so it’s a perfect solution!

Regan and Cornwall have a pretty decent marriage. It never used to be that passionate, sparks-flying-everywhere, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other love, but it’s grown a lot over the years. They’ve both supported each other through thick and thin, things in the bedroom have got gradually spicier, and become true partners in crime - at this point Regan doesn’t want to imagine life without him.

Their son Lear is a very dutiful, studious kid. He’s very moral and justice-oriented, for a Capp, and takes everything very seriously. He’s aware neither of his parents are law-abiding and isn’t too thrilled with it, but he’s sure he can talk them around someday…

It’s mostly quite an uneventful, homely round.

She does go out for tea with her sisters, though, which leads to a few fireworks. Regan is horrified that her genie-wish has lead to so much suffering, and regrets brining back Contessa.

Poor Goneril has a lot of pent up jealousy brewing, which she directs at Cordelia.

They make up eventually, though :)

After a few more promotions and a particularly successful heist which lands Cornwall a hefty $20,000, the married couple decide to relocate Downtown. It’s a little closer to work, and a little further away from the family’s deadly drama...

At the end of the round, Romeo graduates and visits the family restaurant to invite everyone to the wedding. They’re not thrilled, and a shouting match ensues.

He’s very suborn and sticks up for Juliette, but the prospect of being disowned by his entire family rattles Romeo. Despite Mercutio and Bianca giving him their support, when the wedding day comes he’s hesitant.

He ends up running away from her at the altar,

Juliette chased after him, furious, and accidentally curses him. Romeo’s struck by lightning and dies.

She’s momentarily horrified, but when confronted by Mercutio she quickly doubles-down, reigniting the Capp-Monty feud.

#Hood: Veronaville #pleasantview plus #PP: recap

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syndianites · 7 years ago

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How Do You Feel

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: ♖: Soulmates can feel each other’s emotions

AN: +10 points for cheesy, super bad title. I started this in, like, September. It is very much not September anymore. Also, if you don’t know how old Tom is in whichever part, don’t worry, neither did I XD Had to write it for myself at the beginning of each ~~~ break. I’m just going to say in advance, its rather long

@syndcates Remember when I said I was going to write you a soulmate fic, like, months ago? I wrote it :D And actually finished!?!?!!!

Dianite was ungracefully slumped in his seat, wings pushed out in a jumble against the back. Beyond the tight flick of his tail, he was still. His gaze was full of ire, set upon the same spot it had been hours previous. The report that came in today. It told of the growing numbers in Mianite’s army, of the aggressive prodding at their shared border. Even their sister was apprehensive of his forwardness, Ianite seeing his haughty actions from a closer perspective. Being the bearer of peace and balance, she could feel when it was disturbed, when a great injustice to it was drawing nearer. And she prepared for a war.

So this, of course, irked him. Not only was he at a low point for his following, quite a number having exceeded their lifespan, he could clearly see a massive size difference between his and his brother’s people. If Mianite was in fact gearing up for battle, the god could do nothing but attempt to recruit more soldiers, and to intensify their skills. And despite her natural preference against conflict, he worked to gain the favor of his sister, to add more allies. If he could partake in any advantage against his brother, he would.

Though he wished to oversee the training of his warriors, he relinquished the responsibility to Furia, trusting both his own skills and leadership capabilities. Similar to the standard practice of his army, the fire demon worked into finding and exploiting weaknesses, when and how to fight dirty, drilling in loyalty to both him and the kingdom, as well as those fighting beside you. Of course the adults weren’t handling it well. But he was determined to have a cohesive army above anything else, to maintain flow and to cover one another. To prevent casualties.

Except, in the middle of his thoughts, stopping him from going to assess their progress, he felt… something.

It was small, a glimmer of feeling. But it was growing. With each passing second, it developed into a fuller experience. This small glimmer became… awe, almost happiness. A giggle bubbled up in his chest, baffling in its sudden appearance. His wings fluttered, releasing their cramped position, as he made an aborted, choked off sound. For the first time in hours, he sat up. With a hand over his mouth, he waited for the feeling to settle.

But almost as suddenly as it had appeared, it took a drastic turn. The urge to bawl, to just wail out into the air burst from nothing. A prickling sensation became seated behind his eyes, moisture building up in the front. Biting his lip, he took a deep breathe, trying to calm the splurge of emotion. For all the years he had lived, none had ever came upon him so spontaneously.

Surely this wasn’t what he thought it was.

For millennia he had been alone. He hadn't bothered with the trifles of love, of someone within this world being the one for him. But these sudden mood changes? They had to mean something.

His tail swayed lightly as he peered over the scouting reports, set to a light hearted rhythm. These reports were awful. Yet he couldn't stop the content feeling growing in his chest. The even beating of his heart. In the face of such wretched news, he never felt more relaxed. Despite the bitter acceptance he had made many lifetimes ago, he had to face the truth. He had a soulmate.

Even in such an uplifted state he couldn't resist intrusive thoughts. Why must he be bound to the fragile emotional state of a mortal? Surely, by the end of their lifespan, he'd also be subjected to the pain of their death? But he stopped himself.

Who honestly had it worse? This being, surely only a child, was bound to the God of Chaos. Not only would their life be influenced by his base instincts towards destruction, could they not be used as a sort of bargaining chip? If someone were to discover their link, what was stopping them from taking advantage of it?

But while such ideas were of serious concern, the quirk in his lips betrayed him. Even with his family, those he loved and cherished, and those he didn't, it was as though a weight had been taken off his chest. Beyond his sons, he knew that he would never feel the fabled eternal love and devotion for another. He had been certain he'd never have the chance. But as his wings smoothed out behind him, the quirk of his lips threatening to grow, it turns out he was wrong.

In the face of looming war, it should have been frustrating. He needed to focus. His people, his soldiers, his son, they were all looking to him for guidance. But here he was, carelessly lost in thought. It even showed beyond the privacy of his home. Most soldiers were too afraid to say anything, afraid they'd turn his mood for the worse. However, Furia had no qualms against pointing out the shift in demeanor.

In fact, only a few days prior, he was called out on it.

“You know Mom,” he addressed suddenly, “You’ve been a lot less upright recently. Almost distracted. Something is up.”

“I-I’ll, um, tell you at a better time.” Having been caught off guard, that was the best he could come up with. Of course, the observant child had chosen a time when his mind had trailed off, caught up in the trickle of curiosity from the bond. And his hurried response only served to heighten Furia’s curiosity.

And for the majority of the week after that, he still struggled to keep his attention on bettering his army. They, of course, were relieved by the dulled obsession with training. While they knew they needed to be the best, the edge of the devised training sessions were starting to wear on them.

Even with his small moments of distraction, they maintained continuous efforts. But they could sleep easier, rejuvenate faster now that the intensity had rounded out. Ironically, they improved faster.

Ianite, in her rare visits, noticed almost immediately. At first, she had simply assumed he had been given better news about the upcoming confrontation. But with each sudden twitch of his wings, phantom pull at his lips, bleeding of tension from his shoulders, it was clear this wasn't the case. And while she had her suspicions, she had no clear idea as to the source of his change.

Perhaps he has finally found something to live for.

She left it alone. It had been quite some time since she had seen him move between his people with such ease, one that spoke not of discipline or command, but of familiarity. This was looking to be an improvement. As long as this kept her balance set, or even strengthened it, it could stay.

Despite the Nether God’s best efforts, he couldn't help but notice a strange sort of… attachment growing for the being. He knew so little of it; what being was it, what gender, what kingdom? But, perhaps out of the nature of their bond, he grew fonder with every passing emotion.

It was almost exhilarating to experience the first time they'd feel a new one, just the knowledge that they were growing, becoming more aware. He just hoped that this wouldn't be his downfall.

But then Mianite made the first push into his territory.

The assault was sudden, giving them barely enough warning to soften the blow. They had run the risk of losing not only a string of towns along the border, but a trading hub as well. As it was, they only lost a smaller border town. And a good chunk of his army.

But as he paced the hallway outside his office, the small space unable to contain him, he couldn’t help but let his emotions slip. His tail slashed through the air, at times catching on the tiled floor, leaving small chips. Each hint of sound was met with a swift flick of his ears, straining to hear any approaching people.

His emotions bled across the bond.

At first it was met with a strange silence, eerie when contrasted with the steady stream of noise from the other end. But then a chilling, uncomfortable feeling came back to him. The effect had his wings pulling up, feathers puffing out. He could feel himself go rigid with discomfort, the base feeling of something being so undeniably wrong.

For the first time in the young being’s life, he felt them experience fear. All the rage that had settled into his bones earlier was flushed out with shame. What good would his anger do here? Ripping through his halls like an angry drunk, getting pissy with anything that moved, what did that help?

Shaking his wings out, he let out a huff. He need to give his people the assistance they needed. So many factors played into the perils of the attack, but one stood out in particular: a notable lack of healers. He’d need to employ the wizards to the east, with their vast magical capabilities. If his people were already determined to protect each other, those under captivity being as useless to their Mianitee enslavers as possible, then he must be as well.

As he strode off, purpose set in his gait, he tried to soothe his soulmate. He would not let them feel such wretched emotion again, especially of his doing. First, he would remove the arrogant god from his kingdom, then he’d set about keeping his a place that his people could thrive in relative peace.

After all, if he couldn’t let his people thrive, how could his soulmate thrive?

It took three years to drive his brother out.

Most of his kingdom suffered from the conflict. But along the border, they felt the worst of it. Towns, in fits of rage, had been pillaged and sacked, a number of residents beaten and left for dead. The roads were left in disrepair, demolished in attempt to stall relief forces from the center of the land. Families had been ripped apart, adults taken for labor and children used for tight space jobs. For a kingdom built upon justice and order, they pushed dangerously past the moral line between necessities and war crime.

For the soldiers that made it home, they carried the burden of their experience. Of seeing their brothers and sisters in arms fall around them, of the promises they made to each other. Promises that they would look after family, friends, for themselves. It was a weight they carried both with weightless determination and heavy despair. For many years to come, they would not find peace alone.

Even the wizards, so vibrant and mysterious in their power, returned home as less than what they had been. Some were eerily void of magic, their reserves depleted, the spark close to flickering out. Others were haunted by each surge of power that coursed through their veins. For them, there was no greater strength than the combined magic of your allies. But in this fashion, their very allies, each precious soul, sacrificed the last of their magic, their life force, in their final moments. These sacrifices, a blending of magic into their brethren, would lead to a generation of powerful wizards. A generation haunted by the loss of every individual.

Ianite, naturally neutral, suffered from the conflict. Each attack pushed at her balance, clawed at her mind. She had chosen to keep her people free of the battle, but it had come to them.

In secret, she had been supplying Dianite with food and living essentials. From her perspective, Mianite was the one who had disrupted the precarious balance. But once he found out, he determined her to be a threat. With no warning, he had sent a portion of his army to devastate the border between their kingdoms, making the mistake of letting them assualt those on Ianitee land.

This was the deciding factor in their struggle. Once Ianite was pulled in, she spared no mercy to right the wrongs done against her people. Where Dianite had felt the full force of Mianite’s attacks with each conflict, Ianite had only suffered minor casualties. Despite being a goddess centered on peace and balance, her army was of lethal capabilities.

Mianite, already weakened by the attacks in his brother, stood no chance under their combined efforts.

Now, the gods focused on recovery. Though they put a number of restrictions on Mianite and his kingdom, they gave some support to his efforts, to ensure that he wouldn’t desperately return to war as a way to scrape up more money or supplies.

While Dianite’s own merchants and soldiers were reluctant to send much assistance, Ianite’s people, bound by their beliefs of peace and fairness, gave no hesitation to go to their aid. Having suffered the least amount of damage, they had labor and resources to spare.

So Dianite divided his attention between dividing resources for recovery efforts and maintaining a steady stream of advice and orders for volunteers. His biggest focus was on border towns, those ravaged the most. Not only were they key to security, but they played a role in keeping up trade. Though many didn’t boast much trading efforts, they did enjoy the profits of supplying and entertaining passing tradesmen. If he wanted to rebuild his economy, he’d need to get his trade network back into high gear.

He had assigned a group of upper class volunteers, looking to positively add to their reputation, the task of renovating the trashed roads throughout the kingdom, when he felt the familiar presence in his mind.

Over these years, he had been held together by one thing: the growing conscience of his soulmate.

When the first inkling of fear wandered across their bond, he was quick to assume the worst. War had caught up to his soulmate. But even as it grew, it was dulled by the curiosity growing around it, the awe. But in that moment, after his heart had frozen in terror, he promised to destroy whoever invokes such a feeling from his soulmate.

While he had kept his own horror away from the bond, he couldn't get rid of the nasty taste he had been given. Where most other emotions left a lingering touch, fear had invaded more of his senses, a foul, rotten taste stuck to his tongue, a cold, slimy ick on his skin, the metallic, deadly scent of battle. It was horrific.

But as the curiosity turned to glee, he felt the sensations melt off his being. The bright, warm feeling settled back into his chest. It steadied him. And while he had only sent small snippets of feeling to his tiny soul, he hoped he did the same for them.

Though that had happened almost a year prior, it had stuck with him. And though they had small, purposeful exchanges of emotion, they could hardly communicate. So as time passed, he focused on making sure they never felt his rage, his sorrow, his agony, that they never felt anything but love and acceptance.

Right now, however, he battled with those very emotions. Despite his best efforts, his kingdom was still in shambles, his people suffering and weary. Though the anger had long since dimmed down to simmering in his chest, waiting. But such trifles were unnecessary, a mere obstruction for the ongoing plans for reconstruction.

The border towns were not recovering well. Once Mianite found them to be of no service, he took it upon himself to force them into submission. The results were horrific.

Families were torn from each other, forced to slave away for the good of his brother, left to survive in hardly livable conditions.

Such brutality could not be so easily rectified. Some traumas edited long past their happenings.

Disgust strung itself into the rampant blend of emotions. What was the point of such wretched deeds? If his land had been conquered, that would have been only a reason for rebellion. His people, let alone any other human, would never take such punishments lying down. A god of justice should know better.

Even as the burning ball of raw emotion twirled in his stomach, he could feel remorse sneak in. He should be able to fix this, he should have been able to stop it. He is a god after all.

Guilt and shame worked their way in, creating a volatile mixture of feeling. It had no release. There was no outlet for it. It had nothing to destroy but himself.

As it threatened to choke him, a timid feeling pushed at his mind. It was slow, shy, but it shone bright and settled the building storm within him.

The hesitant brush along his mind was clearly his soulmate. It was a familiar presence, a comforting one. But this was different, it held a purposeful, directed force. Gently, he reached out for it. The connection seemed to sharpen, to clear up, and one though rang throughout his mind: “Don’t be sad”

And if someone, something out there, so innocently wished for him to feel better, someone who barely knew him, he wasn’t sure whether to accept the thought. But the persistence of this tiny being held strong, and he begrudgingly let himself relax. Perhaps he should be more concerned that any mortal could have this much effect on him. He wasn’t.

A month had passed, and there was still no definite victor. Mianite had won nothing, but Dianite had still lost many. Even Ianite had lost something, and her mental state was not… on the best track. Once he had his kingdom in a better place, helped enough people for them to stand on their own, he would see to her.

He does admit to a grim satisfaction, however, when his scouts, closer to spies, returned from surveying the condition of Mianite and his land. While Mianite was in a similar position to himself, he was left with a rather large portion of his empire encased in ice. Surprisingly, it was in a place with less people, yet holding most of the god’s army. There was no trace of the perpetrator, and few actually knew who would have such capabilities. Most assumed Dianite had done it, as Ianite had yet to be fully pulled into the war. It wasn’t, but no one needed to know who it truly was. The gods and Furia knew, and that was enough.

Beside that, he was interested to note that most of his army had returned to their original practices, with the majority remaining had only ever been apart of it. From this information, he lightly assumed the god held no intention of another attack anytime soon. Though both had guards stationed along the border towns, Dianite was more focused into rebuilding, where Mianite was looking into establishing his kingdom’s economy and reinstating many forgone practices.

His sister remained more of a mystery, though the most obvious stance she was taking was fixing the damage done by Mianite’s surprise assault. While on a smaller scale than most taken on Dianite, as it was meant more towards a diversion, many of her people were still suffering the effects of it. Beyond that, the only happenings he was aware of with her, were the basic functions of her kingdom. Trade had not faltered, their relations had not changed, and her economy remained strong.

But a gut feeling told him something was off there. He hadn’t the time to investigate, however.

Four years in the running and the scars of war were still slow to fade. Communications with Mianite had been reestablished, and while merchants were only a tad hesitant to restart their trading, many of their people were content to avoid the other kingdom. Border towns were beyond hesitant to reestablish contact, they mostly refused to. Few believed in the healing relationship of the gods.

Despite slow developments, all seemed to be going well, even Ianite, who came out of the years closer to herself again. (Something in the back of his head screamed that this was wrong, Ianite is not herself). But even with all this progress, nothing made him more delighted than to feel what his soulmate does. As the child seemed to grow, so did his feelings. From the more basic emotions came more complex, happiness became euphoric or lighthearted, anger became irritation or rage, hurt became humiliation or insult. Even these branched off.

It was a journey of sorts, to feel someone’s range of emotion spread over time, when he had previously been in the thick of it. He found himself encouraging the positive emotions and trying to alleviate the negative ones. In a strange twist of events, they worked with each others feelings, trying to keep the other content if nothing else.

The very nature of their bond, however, was starling. Where most soulmates only felt vague emotions until they found one another, the two of them had been experiencing some far stronger than the norm. Hell, when they directed and focused hard enough, they could even convey simple thoughts. So, to one another, they were Tom and Dia. (The god didn’t want to reveal his full name, worried about the consequences of doing so. Little Tom was confused by this, but wasn’t too keen on asking).

And now, with how everything seemed to be fixing itself, he felt peaceful. He could tell that made Tom happy, judging by the cheerfulness coming from him. The recovery efforts were working out well, and many of the families disrupted by the war have finally been stabilized. Distantly, as he was supposed to be paying attention to the weekly report in the state of the kingdom post-war, he wondered how it affected Tom’s family.

Even throughout Tom’s younger years, he’d imagine that if they’d went through any hardships, Tom would have reflected that in some sort of confusion or distress. Surely, if he’d lived in his kingdom, the family would have been at least alarmed. God forbid (hah) that he lived in Mianite’s lands. Perhaps he could live in Ianite’s? No, her kingdom, with its rather closely tied, smaller span, would all be affected by the attack. Was he outside their area of rule?

He supposed it didn't matter. One day, he was determined to find the mortal and bring him here. If it's alright with him of course. Perhaps even invite his family. As long as Tom was happy.

But one of the presenters asked him something, and his thoughts were broken off.

It had been a prosperous year, nearly two, when it happened. One moment, he was contently teasing Furia about something or another, the next he was doubled over, practically punched in the gut by pure panic. There, in some small hallway, he felt the worst experience of his life.

Furia was crouched beside him, and he could vaguely make out words escaping his mouth. But his head was swimming with alarm, confusion, fearfearfear. It was hard to distinguish his own thoughts in the torrent of emotion.

He was torn between focusing on Tom, trying to figure out the problem, and on Furia, the warmth of his hands set upon his shoulders, to keep himself centered. The only response he could manage was a wave of concern, trying to get it through the mass swarming between them.

Nothing new came back. Just an ongoing stream of hurt and confusion, of terror and anguish. Furia did his best to man handle him back up, trying to drag him somewhere better than the corridor. He tried to focus on the world around him, but even his vision was blurring, his mind muddled. Putting on foot before the other, he struggled to stay upright.

This was terrifying. Though he tried to fight the feeling, to keep it away from the already panicked Tom, he could feel it seep into him. On one hand, he didn't know anything in regards to what was happening to Tom. He didn’t know where he was, or how to trace the bond. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t bring Tom to him or help him from here. It was as simple as he didn’t know what he looked like or who exactly he was. The entire concept was frustrating.

On the other hand, he was not used to feeling so… useless. Well, more so powerless. It had been a long time, too short of a time to his liking really, since he had felt stripped to this extent. Memories he has long repressed were the last hint of such disastrous emotion. Yet here was this mortal, who felt so very helpless in his own right, taking the god down so far. The pure force behind his emotions was enough to make Dianite feel crippled in a way, and this horrified him.

But as Furia managed to get him to his room, settling him on his bed, he was pushed farther towards the pure worry for Tom. In the short time he had come to know him, mere years to the centuries of his existence, the child had wormed far into his heart. And to lose him without even meeting him? To lose the supposed other half of his soul? He would not stand for this.

With the fiery being curled against him, trying to offer any comfort his words could not convey through the haze in his mind, he tried something different. With their bond, they could share feelings and thoughts, however vague they were. Being a god, what is to say he couldn't siphon part of his power, the energy of it, to Tom, in hopes of ending his woes? REgardless of whether the child would appropriately handle them, if it solves the problem, why not?

Trying to sort out the wave of horror pushing towards him, he made the best path in the backlogged connection. His efforts rewarded him with a steady stream pushing through the torrent of emotions, finding its way to Tom. With that, he sent one thought, pushing to keep it clear. And once it reached him, the flood in his mind ebbed, a solemn determination ringing through instead.

‘Use this power to save yourself’

At first, despite the child’s resolve, the pull on his power was hesitant, as though he wasn't certain of his actions. But then, with a jerk he was convinced Furia must have felt, it was pulled on. And somewhere far away, unknown to his distressed senses, chaos was created. It was its own storm, an experience of unstable proportions through both ends, but it was centered. Somehow contained. When Tom cut the flow of energy to his creation, both minds rang silent.

Dianite could sense more than feel Furia beside him, but now he could hear connecting phrases, words forming to convey a message. As his mind focused back on his body, he could feel the light fingers brushing through his wing, the firm hand pressed against his collar, keeping him upright. Looking into his son’s eyes, genuine concern shone up at him. “Better?” Furia helped him settle further into the bed, resting against the may pillows at its head.

He wanted to say yes, but with the echoing silence from his constant companion, he wasn’t too sure.

The answer was no. Abso-fucking-lutely no. While the tempest was quelled within his own mind, Tom’s was quiet, brooding. For a child full of such mischief and energy, this was more of a warning than the previous experience. And for yet another time, Diantie felt helpless.

Was he in shock? He had no way to know. Asleep? Even in his slumber aborted feelings brushed against his mind. Drugged? Surely even in a drugged stupor, some feeling would shine through. The state of unknowing was killing him slowly, and this wouldn't help Tom.

So while he outwardly remained infallible, he did his best to keep his emotions and thoughts softer, trying to convey comfort and stability. He hoped it was working. So far he received only mute emotions, too muddled with others to mean much.

But it was progress nonetheless.

This continued for days, weeks. After a month and three weeks, something changed. It was a spark, small but powerful, of hope. Beyond the minute responses of happiness he could occasionally drag from Tom, there was actual joy. Whatever it was, he was glad Tom found it.

But Dianite knew it wouldn't be that easy. Even with the reluctant growth of happiness in his soulmate, he still held onto an unshakable grief. It lingered in every blip of feeling that wandered over the bond.

Though Tom had tried to mask what he felt over the past year, from before the accident, he wasn't good at it. So even in his calmest moments, grief rested on his shoulders as an armor against the world. The more he felt it, the less he experience other things. When blocking out his despair, he rage, his hopelessness, it wasn't a bad thing. But now, when love or joy tried to sneak back into his life, it was snuffed out by the ever present grief.

As time wore on, he started to notice a change. It was less heavy on Tom’s side of the bond. Albeit begrudgingly, he seemed to take comfort in this new presence. With Dianite still streaming bits of feeling and thought to him, he was given one back, for the first time in months.

‘I like Adam’

While god chose not to read too much into that, when his first assumption was rather unlikely, he poked more at Tom.

‘Who is Adam?’

His first response was a small peek of excitement, before a splotch of frustration followed.

‘Not supposed to say’

The god raised an eyebrow, casting a curious look towards the wall, in place of his companion.

‘Oh? Well, where are you then?”

The frustration flattened out to make way for irritation.

‘Can’t tell you that either’

Dianite let out a sigh. By now the god had found himself seated in his throne once more, only having gotten out of it mere moments ago. Flicking his tail back and forth, he rested his head on his fist. If Tom’s new… friend didn’t want to be described or have his location revealed, he could be a criminal. Or, perhaps, from the war. Countless Mianitees had been outraged or ashamed of the act. Some had been publicly criticized. It was only after the war that anyone outside the kingdom heard of the internal riots and insubordination over it.

But as Furia strode into the room, nodding at the guards to let in those with an appointment, he knew he didn't have the time to ask. Straightening up, evening out his expression, he gave one last thought to Tom, before focusing in.

‘Just stay safe love’

Over the past few years, Dianite could say many things in his life were improving.

His kingdom had risen from the destruction and re-entered the world economy with relative ease.

The wizards that had assisted him, though not apart of his kingdom, due to their own mysterious happenings, were recovering from the traumas of magic. Quite a number of them stayed connected with their army comrades, partially as a way to cope, partially to feel more connected to society. He found that the magical population within his people had risen.

In terms of former and current soldiers, a good deal were trying to keep centered in the midst of their memories. IT was evident that many were haunted by their recollections, but most found solace in the companionship and assistance of their peers. If all went well, Dianite could better establish a system to get them readily available professional help. His people were, after all, his priority.

Ianite seemed to have gotten her kingdom in well working order, almost as though no trifles had arisen among her people. Only if one were to look closely could they seek the cracks were things had been put back together, the faint scars of what had needed to heal. And though she looked strong, Ianite herself had her faltering moments.

Mianite, despite having taken the most damage, reestablished his kingdom rather well. Though his siblings had taken it upon themselves to assist in the rebuilding, so that his people didn’t suffer, they assumed he would learn from his mistake. Really, he didn’t. Instead, it took the effort of his people, who were in favor of those who had helped them, rather than the god that had instated such disaster, to get him to a better place.

Once they had settled, they were quick to press for change. First, they had focused on removing the people currently holding office. While the disgruntled aristocrats were able to keep their land and holdings, those of ‘lesser’ status had been tasked with replacing them. Many of these people were, not surprisingly, generals or commanders in the army. However, they were picked rather carefully.

It was no secret that some of the soldiers took sick pleasure in the chaos and destruction they had caused. (It was rather ironic, for they assumedly followed the god of order and justice). Most of the selection power was given to those of lower command in the army, the simpler soldiers. The throwaways, the footmen, those who were the barrier for the more elite, or for the ranged. Whether this came about from the sheer number of them, or the peculiar disappearance of a number of higher standing army men was left to speculation.

Regardless, under the supervision of his people, Mianite worked focused on supporting his kingdom.

And Dia was focused on none other than his soulmate.

Ever since he found this mysterious ‘Adam’, he had gotten happier by the day. Exuberance popped up without warning, spots of pure mischief growing until pure joy burst from him. (Sometimes it was followed with alarm, as well as humor. He assumed he was finding trouble for his fun). It was so much better than the wretched period of emptiness and despair. And for a time, he had forgotten that Tom was allowed to feel such negativity.

Until he received another taste of bitter pain.

Unlike his early encounters with it, this was more closely entwined with hurt, betrayal. To make it worse, it had been slow. It was a creeping sensation, one that happened as a slow realization. A slow burn that tore at his insides, making hard for him to quell his rage.

Before he could start any response, Tom hesitantly sent him a thought.

‘Adam says it's for the best. That he leaves me. That people were coming for him and he can't let them get to me.’

The god was startled by this. Not only had Tom said more than ever before, but the information he gave was enough for him to connect the dots. His soulmate had been taken in by none other than Seananners, well known black market dealer, pirate, and thief. He lived in infamy, keeping his allies under strict code to ensure safety. Many times, he has teased authorities with false information of his group.

Seananners was one of his favorite criminals.

But Tom was clearly distraught over this. Though he knew Seananners only let his people go when there was serious danger, he wanted Tom to have a safe group to be with. Too many times, kids were picked up by abusive people, those who chose to use their smaller size to their advantage. And Seananners was far from that.

He had to make sure his soulmate stayed safe.

‘Did he say anything else?’

Tom gave off mild confusion.

‘He, uh. He said… something about Optic people?’

Of course, Adam would suggest another criminal group. In all honestly, he was partially surprised that they had any relation. Due to the size of his land, they mainly operated on separate areas. Very rarely had he heard of either crossing into one another’s territory of sorts.

Though, he should know better with Nanners.

‘It’d be best for you to seek them out. Do you know your way about the kingdom?’

On another note, Tom was in fact in his land. As long as he kept his kingdom safe, he could keep Tom safe. His people, while not the samaritans Mianite had boasted of his own, were against the poor treatment of children. If all else, they would find great consequence in hurting his soulmate.

‘Yeah. Mostly. Adam said to keep to the main roads, so it should be fine?’

Dianite idly reached up to tug on a horn. Stroking his nails across the grooves, he let out a huff.

‘Be safe. I’ll do my best to help you.’

A pang of longing echoed in his chest as he felt Tom unfocus from their bond. He felt so far from him. The urge to have him safely wrapped in his arms, by his side, just… with him. It felt wrong to be without him, and even though he pushed the feeling aside with practiced ease, he knew it was there.

But as he felt Tom distance himself, his way of cutting off emotions, he could only let himself mope for a little longer. He had work to do. If he wanted to make sure Tom was safe, he need to make sure his kingdom was safe. Furia would be delighted.

Some days, Diantie wondered if letting Tom join the Optics was a mistake. As he peered down at the growing number of reports piled at his desk, he slumped in his chair. Today, the answer was a sure fire yes. Blowing a loose feather out of his face, he distantly watched it float to the ground. With a flick of his tail, it was push up towards the desk, to land precariously on the edge.

Groaning, he reluctantly pulled himself up, settling into a more rigid posture. The particular paper on top was of the most recent offense. It was “An Attack of Most Ridiculous Resentment” where the victim was at the tail end of a revenge crime, “for such a petty reason as one of the men having been allegedly ‘abused’ by me in the past. I swear I have no idea who he is-”. This was one of the more boggling cases, where the others were a mix of robin hood attempts and everyday mischief. To be honest, he had a hard time getting mad over it.

Collecting the papers and stacking them in a semi-organized pile, he stood from his seat. He stretched with a groan, his wings followed his moments, gently and carefully brushing against objects in the room before stopping at the walls. Pulling his wings back in with a grumble, he set upon himself to get some sleep. Furia wouldn’t have to gripe at him that way.

The trip to his room wasn’t long, but exhaustion seeped into him gleefully with every step he took. The perks of being a godly being came with boundless energy for long periods of time, gifts beyond mortal comprehension, and a mass of followers. However, it would appear such luxuries did him no good against the natural processes of his own body.

As he settled himself into the silken sheets, shifting to lay on his stomach so as to keep pressure off his wings, he sighed at the low hum of joy in the back of his mind. Despite the rampant chaos the group chose to cause, he didn’t regret leading Tom to them. The past five years have been so much better to his soulmate, his emotions so much lighter. Though he was initially wary, a mixture of anxiety and fear floating through their bond, Tom seemed quick to make friends.

It was a nice feeling, knowing that Tom was safe. The he had people that were there for him. People who were going to stay. The Optics were known, in the underground world, for always taking care of their own. They were a band of outcasts essentially, those who lost their family, who were turned away at every door. Together, all these people made a family for each other.

He could feel his eyes starting to droop, as he let himself relax, curling an arm under his pillow. With the pleasant buzz in the back of his mind, he let himself drift off. He knew Tom would be safe.

The sun was barely peeking above the horizon when Dianite was awoken by a sudden rush of panic. In his groggy stupor it was startling, and forgot for a moment that it might originate from the bond. For the few moments after his eyes shot open, he switched from immediately surveying his room for threats, and frantically trying to determine what he may have thought of to cause the panic.

When he felt a cold spike of terror, he snapped into wakefulness. This wasn’t him, this was Tom. Tom was in trouble. Pushing himself up, giving his wings a quick shuffle, he clenched his teeth. These were the times he wished to be able to be by Tom’s side. To defend him, to keep him out of trouble. As it was, the best he could do was get up and see if the trouble was something he could stop from his end. It likely wasn’t

Though he found himself an impressive stack of paperwork upon arriving to his office, not one sheet mentioned anything about the Optics. And with a generic name such as Tom, with no last name, he had little way of knowing whether he had been caught as a regular civilian.

He received no news concerning Tom until much later. The sun was finding it's way back down the sky, and his head was a mixture of unpleasant emotion, with the occasional stroke of defiance. It was during one such instance, where he could only assume Tom was digging himself a grave, that Furia entered his office with a rushed gait.

“They captured two Optic members,” he began quickly, “One under the codename of Nadeshot, one under the name of Syndicate.”

Furia let his breath settle, before continuing, “I told the men overseeing them that you would like to have a look at them, since you know,” he gestured towards his own head, “That lovely connection you have.”

The fiery demon had barely finished saying the last bit before Dianite was out of his seat. Carrying himself with purpose, he took long strides, Furia muttering irritatedly under his breath as he half jogged to keep up. The younger being would miss for very few things in the world. After all, he could get to meet his Mom’s soulmate.

The corridors seemed to stretch on forever, but in reality the god made it to the holding cells in mere minutes. The guards, who were casually talking amongst each other, hastily stood attention when he strut inside. He waved a hand at them before they could say anything, dismissing them. With flustered bows, they exited the room.

Waiting until their footsteps faded into the distance, he motioned for Furia to retrieve one of the men. Rolling his eyes, he found the gate keys inside a desk pushed into a corner, and approached the man dressed in white robes. He stepped out of the cell after exchanging a wary glance with his companion. There was an almost unsettling quiet through the bond.

Leading the human into the questioning chamber, a room much kinder than the interrogation chamber a floor below, he pondered what to say. Giving himself time to think, he motioned for the other to take a seat.

Deciding on his words, he calmly stated, “As I’m sure you’ve figured, my name is Dianite, though some know me by Dia.” He felt no change in emotion from his bond, so surely this man was not Tom. “I am here to ask only one question: Are you part of the Optic group?”

The man hesitated for a moment before answering, “I… yes, I am.”

With a small nod, he jerked his head towards the door, and the human hastily exited the room. Moving to stand by the doorframe, he nodded at Furia to release the other man once he had locked his most recent companion back up. A few clicks and clunks later, and he was making room for the next man to enter. Still, the bond was quiet.

Shutting the door, Dianite began in the same fashion, “I am Dianite, as you surely have figured out by now, though some know me as Dia.” He bit back an overjoyed smile as that brought a reaction through the bond. A thick shock and surprise.

“Is your name Tom?” he finished, holding his breath. At the wide eyed, disbelieving look on his companion’s face, he couldn’t stop a smile from overtaking his own face.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

(AN: First off: Sorry this took literal months to write DX. Second: This is. Seventeen. SEVENTEEN. PAGES. Third: I was editing it, but I may have given up around the seventh page since there was just so much more to go through. I hope you like it! ((Though the ending feels rushed rip)) )

#Syndianite #Diacate #TomxDianite #DianitexTom #SyndicatexDianite #DianitexSyndicate #Mianite #MianiteS1 #took me way too long to finish this #rip #hope its actually good

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harmonyckrs · 6 months ago

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Day 29 in Twisted Pleasantview: The World Gets Rebooted

THE PREVIOUS DAY

NAME: NOVA VIOLA MEADOW THAYER

LIFE STAGE: ROBOT

STATUS: DUPLICATED. 2/3 FUNCTIONING, 1 MALFUNCTIONED

SPECIAL NOTES: A robot built by Crystal and Lazlo before the takeover of Strangetown, now seized and used for malicious intent

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Dear Diary,

Just as Puck and I were about to leave, we overheard one of the robots, Meadow, outside. We decided to flee upstairs as she stepped in, before proceeding to tinker with one of the machines as she talked to herself. She was saying a lot of repetitive stuff like how the Day of Domination was going great and how she didn't have to do as much work, but there was one phrase that she would speak in between all of this:

"I miss my dad"

I guess there was probably still some heart in her, but I didn't want to be stuck on the second floor balcony of the Gieke lab so I decided to get some water and throw it down at her. Somehow I managed to hit her, and she started glitching before Puck and I sprinted past her to go outside. The two of us were about to run back towards where Lazlo was being held, but then I felt something hit me in the head and that was the last thing I could remember.

Melody: We did it. Pleasantview is ours.

???: Wonderful. Now I can complete the third stage of my revenge plan...

Melody: To kill Mortimer, that cheating creep who left you for a woman half his age?

???: Yes, to kill Mortimer. You know me so well, Melody. You're far more intelligent than my other daughter...now, to reset all the survivors' memories to the day we took Dina.

Melody: Thank you, Bella. Hearing that means a lot to me...you're like a mom to me. I can barely remember what the face of my real mom looked like since she left...

???: I'm sure they'll come back one day. Now, let's check to see how Pleasantview is doing...

Dear Diary,

Today fucking sucked, like usual.

Dirk was sick today, so I didn't get to see him at school. And when Angela and I came home, I caught Dad sleeping with the maid. Angela didn't believe me when I told her, claiming that I was lying just to tear the family apart, so I doubt Mom will believe me either. Guess I gotta keep it to myself and laugh in their faces later once they see the truth. WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

WAKE UP! WE NEED TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM HER GRASP

Angela: Lilith, I'm sorry.

Lilith: (TELL HER TO GO AWAY.) Are you?

Angela: I am. And I know you can't remember anything right now, but I really wish we could be friends again. You remember when Dad used to take us to the park and we'd take turns pushing each other on the swings?

Lilith: (TELL HER TO GO AWAY!) Yeah...Why are you bringing this up?

Angela: I don't know. I'm just trying to distract myself from my thoughts. There's a voice in my head telling me to fight you, but I don't want to. You can hear it too, right?

Lilith: (SHUT UP!) Yeah. It's loud.

Angela: Let's work together to fight it, then.

There's a distant strumming of a guitar in the distance, but nobody is sure where it's coming from...

Lilith: (shut up) That guitar sounds really familiar...

Angela: Yeah! It sounds like...Ripp?

Lilith: Ripp...Reed...

Lilith: (Ripp Grunt and Reed Vandermorgan are the same person...and we've met before!...and we've met so many other people, too!...some of which are no longer with us...)

Lilith: Ripp is using his guitar to distract everyone in Pleasantview...or someone is playing his music from a speaker...

Lilith: (I think he's trying to wake everyone up to save Pleasantview! But there's one last thing we need to do to help him...)

Lilith: Angela, I know how we can save everyone.

Angela: You do?

Lilith: We need to get to the Fairy Realm. There's a man trapped there who's our key for freeing not just Pleasantview, but Strangetown and Veronaville too!

Lazlo: Another day stuck in this hellhole, and the stove just had to catch on fire...

???: Lazlo! We remembered what happened now! We want to apologize!

Lazlo: Huh?...Aktu? Hamza?

Hamza: When we slipped into that coma from resurrecting Nina, our memories came back! We're here to bust you out!

Aktu: And we're really sorry about trapping you here for all this time...and we fully understand if you want us dead.

Lazlo: Oh, you guys! I was never even mad at you! We're all just victims of Crystal...where's Zoya, though? Don't you need her to break the barrier?

Aktu: Yeah, but if we remove our portions, you should be able to break through regardless...it'll take a bit of strength, but we'll help you through it.

Lazlo: ...Oh, the grass feels so nice...and the breeze, too...

Aktu: My power feels...replenished. I feel as though I can whip up a thousand paintings in mere seconds.

Hamza: Same here. I feel much stronger than before...but we should find Zoya before we lose her to Crystal.

Lazlo: Right!...do we even know where she is?

Hamza: No clue. The last thing Aktu and I remembered from the invasion was seeing Brandi and Vidcund, who helped us break out, but...Zoya never granted anyone a wish. She doesn't have anyone.

Lazlo: Vidcund! I have to tell him I'm-

Hamza: Not now! His memories got erased with everyone from Pleasantview. We need to find Zoya first, then stop Crystal once and for all!

???: We want to help!

Hamza: What? Pleasantview children?

Angela: We're teenagers! We enter college in about one semester.

Hamza: Okay, and? What are you two even doing here?

Angela: We want to help you find your friend Zoya and end Crystal Vu's regime.

Aktu: I mean...

Lilith: Think about Brandi and Vidcund. You care about them, don't you? Let us offer you our help.

Lazlo: Let's just bring them along! What's the worst that could happen?

Hamza: ...If you say so, then sure.

THE NEXT DAY

#ts2 #pleasantview with a twist #sims 2 gameplay #angela pleasant #lilith pleasant #meadow thayer #lazlo curious #melody tinker #bella goth

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lunarchld · 7 years ago

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new years thing for the miami crew

Has to convince the other(s) to go to a party/leave the house: Priscilla says EVERYONE is going out god damn it and she doesNT CARE what they have to say (shes surprisingly amped up about NYE)

Drinks too much and has to be driven home: They either walk home or take a car or Eli and Ripp do the driving

Makes a bunch of resolutions (do they keep them?): Priscilla makes a lot of drunken resolutions and instantly forgets them. Lucy makes them and keeps them. The boys throw some out there because that’s what they’re talking about

Gets drunk quicker: Priscilla and Essy because they are just like pouring shots down their throats and so they are way ahead of everyone else

Is scared to open the champagne bottle/passes it to the other(s): Nikki tries but everyone is chanting DO IT DO IT and she gets nervous so she gives it to Ben and he pops it for her

Initiates kissing the other(s) at midnight: Priscilla and Jamie have been making out all night, Essy initiates it with Eli, Ben kisses Nikki, and Ripp kisses Lucy

Is distracted watching football: Screw that

Wishes there wasn’t such a big fuss over it all: I feel like all the boys wouldn’t be as excited lol but probably Eli

Wants to clean the whole house: Nikki

Goes a little overboard with confetti: Essy, she’s drunk and throwing it in everyone’s face.

Makes a cheesy toast: Lucy because she’s going to have a good year damn it and she loves all of them so much :’)

Goes to bed early: Well, Eli and Ripp can’t go to bed until everyone else goes to bed because they’re the protection and Priscilla wants to be out all night so Jamie is with her and Ben is with him and Nikki too sooo probably Lucy

#just did them as a group because they are probs all together #c:priscilla pompeo #c:nikki armstrong #c:lucy townsend #c:essy cruz #shutuprhian

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candy-corps · 8 years ago

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Sweater Weather

Bahadir belongs to bahadir-wintergreen

“What the …,” Bahadir lifted his arms and looked down at the head that suddenly appeared under his clothes, “That´s my shirt and I´m still wearing it!”

“But I need a disguise” Michelle explained the matter of things. With her lips curling into an evil smile, she stuck her head out into the open, inch-to-inch with Bahadirs face.

“And therefore I will need your shirt.” One of them was going to end up without this nice piece of fabric, and it was not going to be her. Sure, it was no polite thing to obtain new clothes this way, but … she just couldn’t bring herself to care. It was just as comfortable as he made it look.

There it goes, my favorite shirt, Bahadir thought and bended his head backwards. It was not that she had a bad breath … No, not at all. In fact, Michell smelled really nice.

“…But that it´s a bit to close for me ….right now,” the elf said and tried to struggle out of his shirt, which was not that easy with the woman in the same.

“I am comfortable” Michelle assured. Her smile grew as Bahadir gave up and struggled himself free. She didn’t have too many problems with him being beneath her shirt, to be true.

Bahadir grumbled and paused for a while. This stubborn woman wouldn´t get out so quickly. He needed a trick to get rid of her ….But what could he do? The elf had no idea right now … but felt that he was hungry right now.

“Ok, then stay where you are if you want. But I´m going downstairs to the kitchen and make me a sandwich,” the elf said and began to move not caring if Michelle was able to keep in step with him or how she was able to walk in this position anyways.

Who needed to walk when they had a giant elf right in front of them to cling to, Michelle found. She leaned her head aside with her eyes closed and then wrapped her arms around Bahadir’s nack to pull herself up.

“A game of will, it will be?” she asked curious right next to his ear, accepting the challenge.

Bahadir grumbled again when Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist and demended to be carried. That totally went wrong. This woman was totally stubborn and perky and not easily to shoo away. …And his poor shirt would go baggy, if this wouldn´t stop.

Pretty annoyed, Bahadir made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Probably he still had an ace up his sleeve.

“Careful~ ” she reminded him. He had passengers, after all. Nothing better to do, she analyzed Bahadir’s hair. It had an interesting color - She thought it was mere black at first, but there was red in it, too. Was this natural? it couldn’t be …

Bahadir observed Michelle from the corner of his eye. The woman seemed to be pretty clingy and the elf had to admit, …she was pretty…. Despite he found that she was too intrusive. If only he knew, what she was planning? Probably not the best.

Bahadir kept on grumbling but tried to avoid to grin when he finally enetered the kitchen and headed to the fridge.

“Well, I´m in the mood for a cheese sandwich,” Bahadir said casually and opened the fridge door, “Blue mold cheese or ….Uh yes! Limburger cheese!”

Cheese? Michelle frowned - she wasn’t any hungry, to be true, but just knowing Bahadir was going to have a sandwich made her want to steal that, too. But one thing at a time, maybe. She pulled herself up on his shoulders now that he was distracted, undressing Bahadir by simply pulling the shirt off him this way. His own fault for not cooperating, she thought, climbing him like a tree.

What was this unpleasant woman doing now??? Bahadir squealed a bit when Michelle started to move and dropped the knife. “What the hell are you doing?” He tried to stop her, grabbing her by her by her waist and bottled her although Michelle´s lap was almost in front of his face, “Stay here!”

“Well if you insist - ” Michelle said half-amused, just leaning forward to get more comfortable herself - and Bahadir a lot less. She didn’t want to pull on his hair on accident and now wondered what to do from here to keep it save.

You get your arms out of my clothing” she demanded in return.

“That´s not your clothing! It´s mine!” Bahadir tried to turn his face away. Did he juust say that Michelle should stay right here. Well at the moment this position was more than awkward and the elf had to admit by himself that he hadn´t thought well enough about his words. This woman was making fun of him right now. “You will tear it apart!” he added a bit desperately. Bahadir quickly needed an idea, how to get out of the whole situation …and get his shirt back.

“It takes two to tear it … ” Michelle corrected him. Elf wasn’t easy to please - contrary to herself. “Sometimes you ‘ave to let go of a thing you love very much” she tried herself at compassion, knowingly she wasn’t any good at it. Using Bahadir’s dear feelings was more her cup of tea - something she’d understand. Like a snake, she tried to wriggled out of Bahadirs grasp again, betting he’d comply after all - when she suddenly laughed out loud as Bahadir hit a ticklish spot on her side. With her tension collapsing, Michelle slid down again until she nearly vanished below Bahadir’s shirt, so much shorter than the elfman actually.

“And this would not be my fault! Surely not! Not with those wannabe acrobatic moves you´re doing. By the way… do you have an idea, how expensive this shirt was? It´s made of silk!”

Bahadir looked up surprised when he heard her laughter. Wait! What was that? Was Michelle perhaps ticklish? Well, it seemed as if he had found her weak point. … Ok, Michelle didn´t make it so far to make him get rid of his shirt and now she was forced to backtrack and stood in front of him again. The elf looked down on the woman and grinned, “Touché!” he said and lifted his arm. Still grinning, he pocked softly into Michelle´s side, just to check, if it was really her weak point. And he planned already the next step.

“Oh don’t you dare - hahahahaha!” Michelle laughed carefree. “I will kill you and everyone you hold dear” she threatened, trying to shove Bahadir away and getting the shirt into ripping possibility once more.

“Surrender the shirt!” she demanded, trying to look intimidating while holding back a grin.

“Pfffft! Try to kill me, you won´t be successfull,” Bahadir grinned, “And right now, I´m just holding you. Maybe you´re tired of life or so …” Shoving him away wasn´t so easy since he still stuck into the shirt as well. It seemed as if it was unavoidable that the piece of clothe would be destroyed in the end. So Bahadir dared to move his fingers closer to Michelle´s sides and finally poked her. Chuckeling he waited to the woman´s reaction.

Michelle broke out in laughter, and leaned back against Bahadir again instead to ripp at the shirt. “I surrender! I surrender … ” she laughed, her shoulders still trembling.

“You were lucky this time” she said dead serious as soon as she could keep her attitude again. Seemingly in trance for the second, she rested her forehead against his collarbone. Mimes don’t laugh, she reminded herself.

Bahadir had to snicker himself watching Michelle wiggling and the good mood she suddenly seemed to have. The more disappointed he was when she went serious again …Or was it only a joke as well? Probably. The elf chuckled and raised his eyebrows when he felt the woman´s head against his shoulder.

“Oh well, I´m so relieved then. I was pretty scared,” he joked and even started to enjoy Michelles´s warm body so close to his own. “May I ask you for a favor?” he asked after a while.

“You may ask all you wish” Michelle assured, her tone of voice making clear that asking and getting ones wish granted were two very, very different matters. ”Elfman.”

She stayed like this a moment longer - she could withdraw at any given time and as long as Bahadir stopped his tickle attack, she could still enjoy what he had. He must like this shirt a lot or he hadn’t made a fuss about it.

Elfman? Bahadir didn´t like being teased by being called with names like this and was a bit offended. At least, she had stopped to wiggle and there was no danger anymore, that his shirt might got ripped apart.

“I´m allowed to ask. But would you do me the favour then? Don´t be afraid, it´s nothing worse. Not even a big thing.” Bahadir leaned forward and looked deep into Michelle´s eyes.

Oh, not the puppy eyes. Michelle looked back at him; still fascinated by the golden sparks in Bahadir’s eyes. She thought it over … and gave it up. For now. With a sigh, she began to sink down to get the shirt over her head and separate them once again. Her voice was a bit muffled, coming beneath the fabric: “I do favors for favors” she said and kissed Bahadirs’s stomach, just because she could.

Bahadir winced a bit, when he felt Michelle´s lips on his skin. More because he was surprised and didn´t expect that … and because he was a bit ticklish. He looked down at Michelle and smiled, glad, that he had his shirt back. This was way more comfortable …. “Favor for favor?” the elf cocked his head, “Well, then tell me, what you would like me to do …And I consider if it´s worth to change it with my favor. C´mon! Tell me what you have in your mind.”

She didn’t have to think for long. “Something that makes you happy” she decided quietly, her stern look gone as Bahadir smiled down at her. So he liked that? Well, better elaborate before it was to late: “ - genuinely happy. I want it for myself.” That sounded like a lot asked; and it was, but Bahadir still had the option to back off.

She got up again and let her finger run through her hair. Bahadir’s shirt messed with it a bit when she pulled it over her head and loosened one of the hairpins as well that fixed the cat ears on her head.

Amused Bahadir shook his head. These ears …Then he sighed and looked down at his shirt. He really liked that shirt. It was a pretty shirt, his favorite one … and it suited so well on him. … But after that torture it was a bit baggy. He would have buy a new one soon.

Michelle´s suggestion made Bahadir startle. He looked up and blushed. What did she mean? Perhabs? …. Oh, no! Not also Michelle. … But maybe it was something completely different? He wasn´t able to figure out.

“What,…what,..what do you mean?” Bahadir stammered and looked at Michelle with bright, innocent eyes.

“I mean what I say” she replied without patience; just frowning slightly as she catched the blush on his face. She shook her head just slightly. Nothing naughty. Naughty elf. “An item you like. You give it to me. We can … negotiate the value … depending on the favor… but these are my terms” she ended and walked off; but just in a small circle with her hands stuck in her pockets. As she faced Bahadir again, she stopped, now standing in a short distance from him.

Bahadir was kind of relieved. She didn´t meant that. The elf bit his lip and pondered. He thought about the magical items he currently had at his home. It were only a few but despite he couldn´t give them away. Not even a single one. Than would be against his principles.

But maybe Michelle wasn´t interested in those stuff. Sighing Bahadir looked down his upper body and glanced back at Michelle. Quietly he pointed at his shirt and made a questioning look.

“For example” Michelle answered the silent question, understanding perfectly. She tilted her head, contemplating what kind of favors she’d give for that. Maybe first see what Bahadir got for her…

“What is it that your heart desires?” Michelle asked poetically slow and stepped a little closer again; her eyes fixed on Bahadir.

“What…my …heart …desires?” Bahadir bend forward and looked Michelle deep in the eye. What was this now? What did she meant with that? The elf continued watching Michelle, his eyes half closed, pondering for a while.

“What my heart desire?” Bahadir smiled and looked up at Michelle, “Well …I´like to,…see your real face. Without make-up. My heart desires, that you remove your make-up now. Show me, who you really are.”

“Oh, about that… I fear that’s something I can’t do. You see… “ She gesticulated to her face, “ - water proof.”

“Also… “ She crossed the last distance again, reaching out for his shirt, “How to possibly tell that you’ll still want to go to a third date with me. Remember? I wanted to show you my place” she ‘reminded him’, though that’s been just for fun that time. “How about you bring this, and then… just then … I let you see” she suggested, looking up again.

Bahadir bended forward and looked Michelle´s face up and down. “Something you can´t do? Waterproof?” the elf chuckled and reached out to touch Michelle´s nose with his fingertip. He was kind of fascinated by the fact of discovering her real identity. And he wouldn´t give up. “So you want to show me your place? Third date? Well I´d like to date you again…..But…..will I date the real Michelle then?”

Bahadir layed his hands on Michelle´s shoulders and looked her deep in the eye. “Then you´d let me see? … But what if I want to see it right now? …Or are you scared to show me? Maybe …you hide an ugly face ….or wrinkles, because you´re old…..Do you?” Bahadir cocked his head and carressed her cheek, “Tell me what you´re hiding. ..You´re scarred, I can feel it. Don´t be afraid to shown me your real face.”

“It is just some make up” she replied unfazed and blinked. Bahadir made a big deal of it … which it wasn’t. At least not in the scenario she played with him.

“You must already think that I’m crazy” she shrugged. “But I would like to show you some more” she admit, turning away.

The elf smiled. “I have no idea, why this little bit of make up is so important for you? If it´s “just a little bit of color on your face ” he bent forward and tried to catch a sight of Michelle´s face while she turned away, “Or is it probably … just a facade? Maybe there´s nothing behind it and you´re just a Potemkin village?” Bahadir had whispered the last words and continued, “And if you really would like to show me more … why not now?”

“I want to show you more” she repeated, a little angry now with Bahadir so persistent. Was he always that pushy with women or was she just the lucky one. “Not less. This - “ Turning back to him while taking a step back, she wiped over her face, the white make up indeed staying in place and not even rubbing off on her fingers. “Is make up. It doesn’t show who I am underneath. For that, I need a setting, for that I need you to visit. I will see you there.” Date two had officially ended. Michelle left another of her cards on the counter, this one with her current address. There was just this one … but Bahadir didn’t have to know.

Everything said, Michelle turned to go.

Bahadir chuckled and stuffed his hands into his pockets. The elf looked down at his shirt. It was pretty baggy now but he had managed to keep it. Furrowing his brow he glanced at the leaving woman. “Hey, why are you leaving? Are you already tired of me? Don´t be mad! Don´t be angry!I want to know more about you as well….” Bahadir pondered for a while and grabbed the card. He looked at it for a minute and then back at the leaving woman. “I´ll come around. I want to learn more about you.” And probably not now, but some day, Bahadir would find out, what was behind Michelle´s mask. “I´ll call you,” he added and shrugged, looking down again. Probably he had ruined the whole thing again just by trying to act more confident this time. Why were women so complicated? … And it seemed as if Michelle expected that he shall come around next time …. Bahadir didn´t know, if he was ready to do this. Probably this might happened by chance …or never…. The elf stuffed the card into his pocket and glanced a last time at the leaving Michelle.

#Michelle RP #Michelle and Bahadir RP

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sedashine · 8 years ago

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20/02/2017

sometimes my brain just doesn’t want to work with me.

it gets triggered and starts drifting to places i have been sucsessfully avoiding and repressing. eventhough i was feeling pretty good for a number of days, the depression never fails to get me down. my medication is just preventing me from harming myself or jumping oout of the window. but as some may know, it can’t cure it. i will always be under the influence of my demons, them trying to talk me down and make me feel like complete and utter shit. i will never know if it’s true or just an unreal image of me that my demons want to make me believe in. i wanna scream and ripp my skin off my face, so i wonder how i can be so calm. it’s probably just like when you’re so unbelievably angry that you just start to laugh. my body lays still of the carpet but my blood is boiling and burning my body from inside out. i wanna escape this hell and the only thing i can do is sleep. but then again, sleep is just as bad as reality since my subconsiousness is haunting me in my dreams. oh well, i guess i’ll just keep watching stupid videos to keep my mind distracted.

sometimes my brain just doesn’t want to work with me. so i shush it.

#me

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wanttobethinlol · 6 years ago

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What i wrote while having a breakdown

I could cry. I could fucking break someones bones! I’m angry and I think I have a good reason to be angry.

I feel like shit and I don’t know why. I just don’t know what I did wrong in my life! Maybe I did actually did something wrong and I just can’t find out what. I’m actually proud of all my decisions. I like who I am and what i have done. Yeah, I knwo, everyone has things so complain about in their lifes. But everyone is different. I appreciate what i have and what has happened to me. I’m still a human und humans always find new things to complain about. Oh, did i offended you because you’re a human? Sure, every human can be like me. Everyone has felt some kind of pain before. Everyone at least once in their life. Everyone felt something...

I’m so sick of keeping all that to myself! Yes, I am hurt. I am angry and sad. But why the fuck do I feel like this? I didnt chose to feel this. In times like those u actually realize what it means to be happy. But we are unappreciative as fuck and we know NOTHING! We only care about ourselves! Why don’t I just pretend like I don’t know this by distraction like everyone does and constantly tell everyone to do this when they don’t feel good? People believed it. I was trying to play it off. I watched Youtube videos of a guy saying “Everyting will get better” and then people in the comments were saying “He saved my life”. I’m just thinking “Yeah, sure. Cuz u want to believe that someone who doesn’t even knows ur personality can save someones life. Anyways killing yourself is ur decision and this person wasn’t standing by the bridge begging u not to jump!”

Someone is going to say that I have no idea what I am even talking about and I’m not the right person to talk big. Someone will say that I’m always the one who wants all the attention and I lie and I’m a drama queen. “Noone likes u and noone wants to know what u think! U have no real friends cuz u’re annoying and weird.” Why do people matter wheather I have friend or not!? And there are people who don’t think I’m annoying, people who actually think I’m cool. Just cuz u’re having a problem with me does not mean u have to act like this. I didn’t piss in ur drink, I’m not ur ex which cheated on u. I’m not ur enemy and u aren’t mine either! I’m not someone to just look at. I have hobbies and interests. But I’m sorry that I can’t press a button and be interested in what u’re into. I’m sorry for not being the way u want me to be. I’m sorry for being wrong in ur world! I’m even sorry for my emotions sometimes.

I only know three things: work, sleep and eat. Kinda sad, huh? But this is what life is about. I don’t have time for feelings anymore. I sit in class and want to scream, cry and ripp the paper. But I have to sit in silence. If I can’t write an analysis of a stups text I’m worthless, right? People just feel good after a successfull day at work. “But isn’t it actually a good thing that they found a job they think is making them happy?” - I don’t know. Why is life even being a good worker or letting the species survive? “If someone does not work well, they are bad members of society. If someone decides not to have kids or only have their own kids they are selfish, why don’t they just adopt?” It seems to me that no matter what u do, someone will complain as if it was their damn life and their decision. Why can’t everyone just live their life as they desire!? My god!

“You’re only a teenager. What do you know about life?” - I am sorry ok? I can’t say anything without someone taking it the wrong way! Why do we even divide between right and wrong? Why do we even divide anything? It already starts at young age. It seems to matter what we look like. Looks are everything. Noone will say it out loud but it is the truth. Everything has it’s name and place to belong to. What went wrong? Why did it come so far? “Real heroes don’t exist.” (I’m not going to say who said this) That would leave someone else thinking “how does this person deserve this?” I don’t want this. I don’t need intelligent quotes to prove that I’m intelligent. I don’t need to look like a nerd to be smart. I don’t have to read to prove to others that I’m smart. I don’t care what the most people think. Things such as intelligence, health, love kindness are just marterial of interpretation. I don’t need MakeUp to feel beautiful. I don’t need the latest fashion so others think I’m “cool” because I don’t want to be judged by my appereance cuz I don’t mind it myself that much so why do others? “They are insecure about themself.” Oh, of course. But what the hell has that got to do with me? And is not everyone these days insecure deep inside? Everyone has a different way to deal with their problems.

I can’t know what they feel. Sometimes I don’t know what i feel myself!! We are told that if u have a different opinion, it’s wrong. u aren’t allowed to laugh loudly i public because the people will look a u weirdly and crying in public means u’re a crybaby. Oh, i forgot, showing strong emotions is wrong and inappropiate. Let’s just play it off and pretend like everything is fine and the world is a paradise and war isn’t real. I don’t need to pretend that. I show most of my feelings. I express my opinion. I can listen and admire my thoughts or u can ignore it. I DON’T CARE. None of those will get me ahead. I don’t need anyones fake friendship so I can show others that this person is my friend.

I don’t need some flowers or chocolate from a boy to feel loved. I understand that this person just want to show me that they care about me and that they would buy me expensive things. But I don’t need chocolate and flowers. Chocolate is there to be eaten and flowers are not there to be picked. I don’t need that chocolate. I get three meals a day. I don’t need flowers to watch as they die away. The only gift I want is time. I mean I didn’t decide to became your girlfriend, just to say that I’m in a relationship. I don’t need to shout it out to the world cuz I don’t care what others will say. I just want to spend time with u. Time is a thing u only have a certain amount of und u decide how u want to spend or waste it.

U expect me to be into boys, didn’t u? I know why. Because being straight is normal. No one will ask for my sexuality because I look straight. I’m not. Why do u have to assume that? Stereotypes, am I right? U disgust me! Just because someone looks or behaves a bit gay does not mean he/she has to be gay. And don’t force anyone to out themself. (not that an outing is necessary either) I won’t tell people what to think and what not to say cuz that would be as it was in the past, just the other way around. I actually thought these times were over. I can’t fix it. I don’t think anyone can.

Our world isn’t perfect, was never perfect and will never be perfect. This should be accepted... or maybe the world is perfect the way it is right now and we arte the ones who do all the shit. Without us war, issues, society and tools wouldn’t be exist. Character trails are illusions. People compare themself to others. I was always told that this is a bad thing to do. I was told that comparing yourself to others is dumb and useless. Yes, u’re right. The human race has come so far with evolution but with higher IQs we discover new problems in our lifes. What I mean? “The WiFi is down!”, “My parents didn’t bought me the new iPhone!” -Oh no! You’re going to die because of that, right? At first those problems don’t seem pretty bad. Some people in other countrys... WAIT. Here we go again in the whole “comparing yourself to others” thing.

Who am I even to say those things? I am just some human who knows as much about life as everyone else. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing and what the future may bring. I’m not that different. I have all these problems everyone has and noone, not even I myself, is going to care about them about them in a few years. It won’t matter who “broke my heart so I can’t live anymore” -threats can’t be broken and love always will be reborn. Still love can be a strong feeling. It can make u feel high or hurt. Sadly, we don’t decide which one of both of them we feel. There is no wrong way to feel. I wish people would be more honest with what they feel and think. It’s nice to hear a simple “Thank u” or “I like u” at least once in ur life. People seem to be a bit to proud to admit what they feel sometimes, they only realize a person when he/she is gone. Yeah, it can hurt pretty bad if your crush doesn’t likes u the same way but this is not the end od the world, it just feels like it.

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