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The X-Factor - Peter Maximoff

Chapter One: To Be a Star

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Fic Summary: Peter Maximoff and Alex Summers liked being X-Men, they really did. However, they both felt like they could be so much... more. And so they found themselves as film students travelling to a secluded farm in Texas for a documentary project, Peter immediately smitten with the owner's daughter, Y/N. However, Y/N, her parents, and the rest of the farm seem to be hiding a terrible, evil, secret.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: swearing

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"I will not accept a life I do not deserve."

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Word Count: 1.8k

Starting anew was tough.

He wasn’t very good in high school. Not that he was dumb, he just barely ever showed up, just enough to pass so his mom could be happy. He didn’t bother with college, content with just staying in his mom’s basement and zooming around stealing Twinkies and junk. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

He was content, until he was twenty and found out who his father was. Erik Lensherr, the infamous Magneto.

So Peter Maximoff found himself at Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, and he made himself a home there. Eventually, after Erik flip flopped from evil back to good, Peter was able to introduce himself to his dad, and became an X-Man. He built a relationship with his father, and began being friends with Alex Summers.

Alex liked being an X-Man, he really did. He liked saving the world. Not only was it an ego boost, but, well, he didn’t like people dying.

But there was something he liked more.

Peter and Alex were movie nerds, spending a lot of their free time at the movies or watching old films in one of their rooms, snacking away and chattering about whatever the hell they were watching. Peter was always into the story itself, dissecting the plot and hidden meanings. A lot of people just assume he’s dumb because of his laid back personality and shitty school attendance, but he really was smart, he was. He was smart and he talked fast and he would yap and yap for hours about interesting films, and Alex would nod along and talk about it as well.

Alex was a cinematography guy. Not so concerned with the content of the film, more interested in how it’s laid out and portrayed. He was good with a camera. Really good. So good he wanted the world to know it.

“I don’t know, I feel I’m cut out for more than this,” he had said once.

Peter, who was busy on Super Mario Bros, had glanced at him, “For more than saving lives?”

“Like… I like doing this, but I’m not as happy as I would hope… I was looking at NYU.”

“...for what?” Peter had laughed, but he was genuinely intrigued.

“Imma be a director, dude. I can do more than this. I can use more than the mutations already given to me, y’know? I wanna prove myself, work hard and build myself to the top,” Alex had then said something that really stuck with Peter: “I will not accept a life I do not deserve,”

Alex wanted more with his life. And to be honest, Peter did too.

And that was how they ended up at NYU. Peter was terrified he wasn’t going to get in due to his shitty attendance in high school, however, like mentioned before, he was genuinely smart, his portfolio was sound, and he became a film student.

He and Alex had plans.

He was the imagination. With his speedy mutations, he was writing up ideas and storylines and soon full scripts within minutes. Alex was the bow, putting it all together into a complete idea. A master with the camera, and a genius when it came to editing.

That was the plan.

Actually attending classes was miserable. Staying in a chair for whole class periods, unmoving, was utter torture. But he pushed through, determined to get through with this.

He will not accept a life he does not deserve. He will persevere. Soon, everyone will know Peter Maximoff and Alex Summers.

Now, at 23, his junior year at NYU, he and Alex had a class together. A film class, of course, and they paired together for a project, of course.

The most boring project known to man.

They were stuck filming a documentary during their whole week of Spring Break. What the hell was Peter supposed to do? Narration? That was about it.

The most boring piece of shit, at the most boring piece of shit of a place. Springlake Farms. In the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere, Texas.

Alex had chose this place because the story was interesting. It was one of those farms with plenty of lodging for guests. Twenty-five years ago, during the Christmas season, the lodge was filled to capacity by a big family. Everyone’s mom, dad, aunt, and uncle was there. A billion cousins, it seemed. Within twenty-four hours, they were all dead.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

The owners of the farm mysteriously vanished as well, cops coming to the conclusion that they were the ones responsible for this massacre. The new owners are distant cousins of the previous, and so Alex and Peter were here to learn more about the farm and this mystery.

The duo was there in seconds, thanks to Peter’s speed. He removed his hand from Alex’s neck (gotta prevent the whiplash!), eyeing the establishment with a grin, “It’s shitty,”

“Ugly as hell,” Alex said in agreement, “Perfect,”

“It’ll look spooky on camera,”

“Spooky as hell,” A smirk appeared on Alex’ face.

Peter fiddled with the strap of his camera, hung around his neck, “We should check in,”

“Yeah, then we can film this area, the first view of the house,” Alex was already envisioning the scene they were going to film, eyes scanning the fields, calculating, “We already have permission to film everywhere, we just have to ask for permission to film people,”

Peter nodded, following Alex towards the front door, “I feel like I’m going to be so useless,”

“Hey,” Alex glanced at him from over his shoulder, “This is a team effort. That narration needs to perfectly encompass the terrifying and eerie feel this place needs to give to the viewers.”

“By viewers, you mean our professor?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Alex rolled his eyes, “You’ll do just fine. Remember, you got-”

“-The x-factor,” Peter finished. He interrupted Alex quite often, he just talks too slow. And he always knew when Alex was going to mention their “x-factor”, he said it all the time.

“Exactly,” Alex grinned, before turning ahead of him and knocking on the door.

Almost immediately, a sweet-looking older woman answered, “hello, there! What young, handsome men we have in lil’ ol’ Springlake today. You the film boys?”

“Yes,” Alex replied politely, “I’m Alex, and this is Peter,”

“Perfect! I’ll have my daughter show you to your lodgin’ for the week, alrighty then?”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Alex responded. He was always the one interacting with anyone they had to speak with for projects, considering Peter was already zoned out.

He was way too focused on the gorgeous girl that just came out of the farm to give a shit about what some old lady was saying.

A sweet-looking girl in a pair of overalls and a red shirt underneath, walking with a bucket in hand. Holy shit. That was beauty right there. That… that right there was one hot mama. Holy cannoli.

“Y/N!” the older woman shouted, “Get yer lil’ ass o’er here!”

Peter’s eyes widened. That hot girl in the overalls was this woman’s daughter? That total babe was going to show him and Alex to their cabin?

Stone Cold Steve Austin ran through his mind. Can I get a hell yeah?

Hell yeah.

“Comin’, Mama!” the girl shouted back in reply, and her voice was like fucking honey. Holy shit. She made her way over, giving Peter and Alex a sweet smile, “These two the film fellas?”

Her mother nodded, handing her two pairs of keys, “Get these young gentlemen to ‘eir loging,”

“Yes, ma’am,” Y/N’s attention went to Peter and Alex, “Follow me!”

Peter followed. He followed like a fucking puppy following their owner. Practically breathing down her neck, he was so fucking close to her, “So…” he began, “How’s the farm life treating ya?” Shit, he sounded so dumb. ‘How’s the farm life treating ya’ ? That’s the only life this girl knows.

“It’s the dream,” Y/N replied brightly. However, once she was sure her mother was out of earshot, she said: “It’s fuckin’ miserable,”

Oh!

“How come?” Alex quipped, wanting to be part of the conversation with the hot chick too.

She shrugged, “I don’t belong here. I’m destined for greater things,” she turned back ahead of her, a little bounce in her step, as if she was daydreaming her new life.

“I respect that,” Alex said in agreement.

“What bigger things?” Peter asked, making sure to show his interest in her goals. Girls liked that, right? He wouldn’t know, considering he had spent most of his high school years skipping class and playing video games.

Y/N shrugged again, “I wanna be a star,” she said dreamily, a sweet smile on her pretty face.

“Like, movie star?”

“Somethin’ like that,” she stopped in front of the door of some worn-out cabin, unlocking the door, “This be yer cabin for the next week!”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” said Alex, immediately throwing his suitcase down on the couch, “We really appreciate what your family is doing for us,”

“Ah, filmin’ a movie, right?” she questioned, leaning against a wall as Peter threw his own suitcase next to Alex’s.

“Documentary, to be specific,” Peter explained, before promptly disappearing. Hell, he loved hot chicks, but his nosiness came first, and he was zooming through the small cabin, opening drawers and cabinets and closets in curiosity, returning a few milliseconds late, “Nice,” It was not nice, but he wanted Y/N to feel good.

“Really?” she raised a brow, “It’s shit,”

“You’re right, it’s shit,” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Don’t tell my mama I said that, she’ll get pissed,” Y/N giggled, the most melodic sound Peter had ever heard in his entire life. “I best be off, got chores t’do,” she turned to leave before pausing and glancing at Peter, “I can always show you ‘round if you like,” she added, biting her bottom lip before leaving.

It was silent for a moment, Peter practically drooling as he watched her walk off. Alex was quiet as a mouse too, until a smirk appeared on his face.

“Holy shit dude,” Alex exclaimed with wide eyes, “She was totally checking you out!”

“What? Noooo,” Peter scoffed, “There’s no way,”

“She was giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes, bro!” Alex clapped Peter’s back in praise, “Lucky bastard. She’s hot as hell,”

A huge shit-eating grin plastered on the speedster’s face as he glanced back at the now empty doorway, “She’s hot as hell,” he agreed.

“And she totally digs you, man. Lucky bastard!” Alex repeated. “I can always show you ‘round if you like,” he repeated Y/N’s words, terribly imitating her Southern accent. “I’m so horny, Peter. I need you so bad, Peter!”

His cheeks flushed red at Alex’s words, “Shut!”

“Oh you better bag that chick, man, or you’ll surely be the dumbest man in the world,”

He grinned, seating himself on the couch. Alex was right on that one, however, Peter had zero experience. Like, at all. So he already knew he was the dumbest man in the world because he knew he surely will not bag that chick.

Well… if Alex was right, she already had an interest in Peter. There was a chance he could actually make this work!

Unfortunately, Y/N was not the only one interested in Peter.

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I'll try posting at least once a week. This is going to be a really short series, probably about 5 chapters? And if you couldn't tell, it's inspired by Pearl and X lol.

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magneticallyyours · 6 months ago

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Hi! I have a Erik Lehnsherr x reader fic request.

First of, you're doing god's work, we need more Magneto x reader fanfiction

So, the request - Erik x gender neutral reader, where Erik applies his "mutants are different and therefore special" kinda worldview on the gender identity of the reader? Like, the reader is like "You believe mutants shouldn't change from how they were born as, would you accept me when I need to change from how I was born due to my gender" and he is like "well, you were born genderqueer, so you're not really changing, you're just being yourself".

Fluff (with possibly little smut if you want to, idk, whatever you're comfortable writing about & you feel would suit the storyline)

Thank you!

Of course, I hope this is what you meant with the ask! Also it's the least I could do for all the Erik enjoyers out there, we're all starving. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy this. <33

𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙇𝙚𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧 𝙭 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙉𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 || 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚

WARNINGS: None, just fluff.

WORDCOUNT: 902 words

Summary: Your partner, Erik, is always emphasizing the idea of staying 'as yourself', as he thinks mutants shouldn't change for human acceptance and stay just as they were born. It seems you took his words quite literally, leading to an interesting conversation.

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It was one of those days where you found yourself alone with Erik. It wasn't always that you two found the time to sit idle like this. The times that you did, you made sure to make full use of it. The brotherhood had a pretty busy schedule as you could imagine. Always something or the other to do. They had to stay on their toes at all times, of course. The humans couldn't be trusted. They were among the most wanted on the planet by now, you guessed. That was the conversation you were having with Erik, coincidentally. A pair of smooth, metal orbs hovered in circles above his palm as he spoke, gazing at them absentmindedly.

“Because of their fear, they have slaughtered our kind in droves. Naturally, the inferior species grows wary of those above it. We have evolved, far beyond their understanding. With their burning hatred for us, coexisting with them is an impossible, and frankly idiotic dream,” He spoke with disdain, shaking his head. Passionate rants like these were quite common to hear from Erik, or Magneto as he preferred now. “We shouldn't change. We have nothing to be ashamed of. From birth, we are special just as we are. If anything, humans have to change, by going extinct. Survival of the fittest is the natural order of this world,” Erik sounded matter of fact, meshing the orbs together and apart to keep himself busy as he continued. “For so many years they have oppressed us, in fear that we may be, simply put, better than them. That was always the case, unfortunately. I suppose it is their hubris.” There it was, that same line. We shouldn't change, he'd say. You'd overheard him say the same to Raven at the start. To embrace her true form, to be comfortable in her own skin. Because if she couldn't even accept herself, how could she hope for society to do the same? For weeks now, the question had been simmering in your mind. Did the same apply to you? It kept you up at night. You tiptoed around asking him upfront. Fearing the worst.

“You're awfully quiet today,” He mused out of the blue, breaking you out of your stupor. “Is something worrying you?” The orbs were abandoned, returning to his desk as he turned to fully face you, eyes boring into yours. Eyes as cold as a December morning, with a hint of warmth reserved only for you. They always managed to put you on the spot, like a deer caught in headlights. “I wanted to ask you something,” you began, taking it slow. He didn't say anything to interrupt, simply nodding slightly as he intently listened to you. “When you say that we shouldn't change… to stay as we are from birth, Does that- apply to me, too?” He seemed to think for a beat before answering. “Well, yes, of course. It applies to all of us. But in what sense?” He pressed. “As you know, I changed from the gender I was assigned at birth. I'm genderqueer, Erik. Didn’t I change, too? Doesn't it apply?” You couldn't manage much more than that as you waited to see what he'd say in response. “I don't think you've changed,” was all he said, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. “But-” He cut you off, it seems he isn't done yet. “You didn't change anything, my dear. You were born as yourself, and as that you remain. It's all a construct. You're still- well, you. You're being yourself. It doesn't matter to me what those humans assigned to you when you were born. You decide who you are, not them.” His hand was on yours, gripping you tight enough so it was comforting, yet intense at the same time. He hadn't once broken eye contact. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

There were a few beats of charged silence, filled with unblinking stares. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears just slightly, suddenly picking up every subtle noise in the room, from your breathing to the Newton's cradle on his desk. “You're blushing, you know. If this was what was troubling you for so long, you should've told me sooner.” He sighed again, adoration crossing his features for a split second before he continued. “I love you for you, and I hope you don't forget that,” his voice dropped, and so did your stomach. “I love you too, Erik-” You'd began, but he'd shushed you with a kiss instead. And gosh, what a kiss it was. All consuming, he kissed like a man starved. Every single time. It never failed to astonish you. It was intense, like everything about him. Your arms hooked around his neck, as he caged you in with his. Time seemed to have lost all meaning, as at one point you weren't sure how long you held the kiss. It didn't seem to matter, because the next thing you knew, you were on your back on the table with Erik on top of you. You tried to brace yourself, hearing a dull thud as you craned your neck to see what it was. The Newton's cradle had gone crashing to the floor, rolling across the floor. You reach for it, only for your arm to be pulled back by Erik. He tsked. “Let's focus on you, hmm?”

#erik lehnsherr x reader #x-men x reader #fanfiction #erik lehnsherr imagines #erik lehnsherr #magneto x reader #magneto

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skam-in-every-language · 5 months ago

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So presumably Mathias will go on the fishing trip with Felix over the summer, which makes sense given that he told Sara he would fix things with Felix in the morning. And also, it gives him the perfect excuse to avoid dealing with the fallout from kissing Erik.

Now assuming season 3 picks up directly after summer break and Mathias has been gone all summer, it's likely that nothing between him and Erik has been addressed. In fact, it's possible they haven't spoken at all since the kiss. Personally, I think Erik is gay and therefore able to reciprocate Mathias' feelings, however Erik isn't exactly an open book when it comes to what he's thinking and how he's feeling. It's like Mathias said... Erik doesn't say anything and he never takes the initiative, so it's really hard to determine how he'll respond to the situation, especially if Mathias has been radio silent all summer.

Normally I have a pretty good read on how a storyline will potentially play out between two characters, but with these two it's hard for me to even imagine because Erik is still very much an enigma. I have a much better read on Mathias at this point. But the fact that, despite the build up, the insane chemistry and the very romantically coded kiss scene, we still don't know if Erik is actually gay is driving me crazy.

#i hope we get more insight into what erik is actually thinking next season #rykter #mathias x erik #ryker s3 #nrktv

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anime-kia · 2 years ago

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My Boyfriend and My Best Friend Are Doppelgängers!

I was listening to BMO by Ari Lennox and I started to think about Adonis, it only makes sense for him to have at least one appearance in my book, right!?

Also, this thing about guys loving 2K like it's their newborn child is a real ass thing.

I'm not following the Creed 2 storyline, neither am I following the exact BP storyline. And I'm not writing about the fight between Adonis and Viktor either.

No Warnings.

Relationship: Boyfriend Erik x Reader x Best Friend Adonis Creed

You never expected that buying Erik 2K20 on his birthday would cause him to completely forget about you. Of course he was very appreciative about it. He even gave you one of the best dick-downs for it in fact, but when you really thought about it as you woke up and heard the game running with him talking to which ever one of his friends over the headset, you knew exactly what his plan was.

You could even imagine the smug smirk on his face as he told his friends, I put that ass right to sleep.

It was as if that damn game became part of his life, almost as if it and the oxygen he breathed had the same value. The only times that he would get off was if he needed to eat, use the bathroom and sleep (which only lasted four hours). He was currently not busy with work, so he had all the free time in the world to play.

For the first week it was nice, you could leave the house in his favourite lingerie set if you wanted to and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash. He was always so damn protective of you like a father worrying about his daughter's first date, but you were grown and he was annoying.

But the following weeks where you were touch-starved and craving attention were not so nice. You would call his name and he would either respond with a half-assed hum or nothing at all. The most that you got out of him was when you threatened that you were gonna go and fuck your ex, but Erik promised that he would kill him.

"You must want that nigga to die." Was all he said. Erik wouldn't even have to do it, one phone call and the job would be done. You harboured no hatred towards that ex, so you certainly didn't test Erik's threat.

Even though it seemed as if his big headed ass was paying no attention to you, he was very observant and could tell you exactly what was what, who was where and when something happened.

Then there was three nights ago where you were that desperate and ended up treating yourself to look real nice for him. Ironic isn't it. You got a Brazilian sugar wax and everywhere was nice and smooth, you got your hair done in passion twists, decorated with those cute gold cuffs and one string in the front. Then you took a trip to the salon and spent it by getting a facial, full body massage and a complimentary mani-pedi and a natural looking makeover for spending all of that money. His money to be exact.

When you got home, you still smelled like the spa which had a coconut and honey type of fragrance, very warm and comforting. The old doorman at your building made sure to let you know that you graced his nostrils with such a lovely scent as you passed by.

Of course Erik was still in the living room, so you snuck into your shared bedroom, slipping into the new gold and black lingerie that you purchased from an adult shop downtown. The bra was gold with black lace and the panties were gold with a frilly black lace around the hip line. Best part about it, everything was easy access.

Before showing off to him, like you always did anytime you bought anything new or got any kind of makeover, you did a quick touch up on your makeup, flipped the twists to one side of your head, and put on your black lace robe. You even took a few pictures in the tall mirror just to look back at this and appreciate how bomb you look right now.

The more you stared at yourself, the more shy you got. You didn't get dolled up like this for Erik anymore now that you both lived together. Sex was almost a daily thing between you two- rather it was before 2K came in the picture.

You strolled out of your shared room, into the living room where he was comfortably seated. Shirtless and in a pair of basketball shorts.

"Bruh, pass the damn b- Yo bae, move-" He stopped talking as soon as he finally took a better look at you. "Shit."

"Hey, Erik." You say in a seductive voice and walk over to him, taking a seat right on his lap.

He immediately started to smell you, "What you got on girl?" His warm tongue immediately latched on your neck causing you to moan lightly.

"I went to the spa."

"And you did all this for me?" He admired you some more. What was missing were his hands, that you hadn't realized were still on the controller.

"Mhm, all for you." You leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips. As far as you could tell he was as aroused as you were, considering his hard member that was pressing against your thigh.

Unfortunately, that was all ruined when he almost jumped out of the seat and almost let you fall, "You was suppose to make that, bruh!"

"Ahh! Fucking hell, Erik!" You fumed and tried to get up only for him to hold you back down.

"Aye, aye, where you going, ma? I ain't done witchu."

"Nah fuck that, you can't even pause the game for me."

"I would, but it's online. Besides... I'm tryna fuck you right here, right now, princess."

Your eyes widened as you could hear his friends laughing through his headset and calling him variations of a clown and that he plays too much.

"Nah b, I could be balls deep in some pussy and still whoop y'all asses." Erik said laughing, he was really enjoying this too much.

"Let go of me!" You push and finally get out of his weakened barrier. You stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door.

"She cool. Imma be in them guts later though. Right, babe?!" You could hear him boasting to his friends.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and turning your TV on instead. It was a good thing you decided on buying two tv's for your apartment, incase of "emergencies" like this.

While flipping through the channels in hopes to find something, even a thriller to get your mind off of the flop in your plans, you're stopped by an extremely familiar face on one of the sports stations. One who looks so similar to the big head sitting in the living room yelling at a game. Only this one doesn't have dreads or scars decorated all over his body.

He was up against Viktor Drago, and if you remembered correctly, that is the son of Ivan Drago who killed Apollo, Adonis' father. It appeared that they were doing some weighing of both men. Adonis was shorter than Viktor and it made you question whether he should be fighting someone that much larger.

They were close enough to each other, even Ivan was there who whispered something to Adonis and all hell broke loose. Ivan was shoved, Adonis was shoved even harder and he was cussing and beyond ready to fight.

He really hasn't changed.

You met Donnie back in high school. He didn't stay in one place for long, but your relationship with him never faltered. The first time you both spoke was during a science project in the ninth grade. He suggested you do a basic ass volcano with baking soda and vinegar, but a) you were too smart to make something so simple and b) it was messy. You both argued for a bit until you came to the (biased) conclusion that you would make a platform to "see" sound.

The whole time you were constructing the simple project, he criticized you and called it dumb until you told him to make a beat, in which he also called stupid, but did it anyway. He ended up enjoying it though. You both spent hours watching the sprinkles dance along the plastic wrap to the different variations of sound you both made. It was weird, but that was the beginning of a true friendship.

As you both matured together, so did your hobbies and interests. By the twelfth grade, at your cousins house party, Adonis was the one to take your virginity and you took his as well. It certainly was awkward, but you never regretted it, not even now. You were still friends after that, maybe a little intimate, but friends-with-a-few-benefits-here-and-there at most.

It was really nice to see him again after he moved out to Philly. With Erik becoming your boyfriend and Adonis living out his dreams, finding time for each other was hard. Fortunately, the fight would be held in Los Angeles so he would be spending his time out in Cali for the time being. Plus, the fight was only a few weeks away.

You picked up your phone from the night stand and looked at your contacts list. His name was still there, closer to the bottom though. Hopefully he didn't change it. But then again, the only thing he ever really changed were his outfits and place of residence. He always had on the cleanest, newest, freshest outfits and sneakers. Erik was also like that, funny huh?

You: Hey idk if u changed ur number... I see ur in town tho. Wanna grab something to eat someday?

You tossed your phone to the side, heart pounding as if you were texting a celebrity crush. It didn't even take two minutes before your phone started ringing.

"No way..." You looked on the screen to see his name pop up: Donnie. You contemplated answering, what if it was some creep who stole his phone, or maybe a manager, or maybe a jealous ex girl- or maybe it's just him... You sigh heavily, calming your nerves and answered. "H-hello?"

"Dang I didn't even know I still had your number. Wassup, nerd?" Looks like the nickname remained the same too.

You rolled your eyes, "You still calling me that?"

"Of course, that's what you are, aren't you?" He rhetorically asked.

You chuckled, a sound that he missed. "I ain't no nerd, Donnie, I was just a lot smarter than you."

You both shared a laugh, the first one in years.

"I missed you, girl. How you been?"

"I been good, obviously not as much as you though, I saw you on TV. Tell me what you been up to, champ?"

"Knocking niggas teeth out."

You laughed. "Let me find out you got some teeth missing too."

"What? Nah, don't play me! You know I got all thirty-two and they perfect."

"Yeah, yeah. You probably mithing your thwo fwont teeth." You joked. He was also laughing on the other end. "But any who, I was thinking we could go to that retro diner that we always went to after school."

"That jawn close to the beach?"

"The what?

He chuckled, "Sorry, that's that Philly slang. The one by the beach, right?"

"Oh you a Philly boy now." You smirked, "But yeah, that's the one."

"I'm still a Cali nigga, and sure. I got like two days worth of interviews coming up and of course some training though. Can we meet up on Tuesday at two?

"Yeah, that's good. We got a lot to catch up on."

"For sure. See you then, nerd."

You rolled your eyes again and smiled, "Goodnight, Donnie."

Afternoon rolled around and you were just about ready to head out. It was warm out with a cool breeze, so you decided to throw on red patterned boho flare pants with a black off the shoulder crop top and sandals. You threw your twists up into a bun, leaving two strands out on each side, slipped on your silver hoop earrings and clasped your heart shaped necklace together.

Even though you were fresh out the shower, the scent of the spa still lingered on your skin (even after a few days), but not as potent as when you first got home. You finished off by applying light makeup and spritzed yourself with Marc Jacobs, Daisy eau de parfum.

Anyone would think you that you were going out on a date just by looking at your simple, but dolled up look. Anyone, but your boyfriend who was laying on his back with his head still craned towards the television.

"I'm going out for lunch with a friend!" You called out to him. Surprisingly he actually got off the sofa and walked towards you.

When he got closer you could see the bags and dark circles under his eyes. He flashed a grin at you and gave your ass a rough spank and squeeze. You yelped.

You anticipated the dreaded twenty questions to come. Who are you meeting? Where are you going? Why? Is it your ex? I told you I'd kill that nigga.

But with his groggy morning voice, all he asked was, "Can you bring something back for me? I'm tired of pizza and wings."

Shockingly he didn't question anything else. You weren't sure if this was him being more trusting or too careless...

"Ugh." You pushed against his chest and moved to get your keys. "What you need to do is put the damn game down and go get some sleep."

"I do sleep. What I need is that pussy you been keeping from me."

You grabbed his face with your hands and stared deeply into his eyes, this only caused him to pucker his lips out to you.

"I'm not kissing you. And I'm serious, E. You look like a zombie. When was the last time you been outside?"

"Umm..." He looked as if he was searching in the deepest recesses of his mind to find the answer, but it should never be that hard unless he was trapped in a cave. Metaphorically speaking, that cave would be the living room.

You rolled your eyes and decided to leave, but not before he gave you one last spank. He loved to do that anytime you had on those pants. Good to know that he was still somewhat conscious.

The host seated you in a booth towards the back corner of the building with the best view of the beach. You weren't sure what kind of famous Adonis was, but while driving on the freeway, there was a huge poster of him and Drago plastered on a billboard. There was even a few different radio stations talking about it being the biggest fight of the century.

As you waited for him, you went ahead and ordered a strawberry milkshake and scrolled through your social media timeline. You were so distracted with a video of the fluffiest samoyed being cosseted by its owner that you hadn't noticed the new body that slumped into the booth in front of you. In fact, you almost ignored it thinking that Erik had finally came to his senses and decided to stalk you. They both had on identical white hoodies, with the hood slung over their head.

"What?" You asked without moving your eyes from your phone screen.

"Dang, that's how you greet an old friend?"

You looked up instantly at the man you hadn't seen in years. "Oh my gosh, Donnie!" You slid out of the booth and waited for him to stand back up so you could give him a proper hug. "Wow! You're a lot... Bigger than the last time I saw you."

"I am professional boxer." He gloated and released from the hug. "You're a lot less nerdy-looking from the last time I saw you." He bit his lip, "Dang, age did you right, girl. And you smell good as hell."

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "I always looked and smelled good."

"But not this good." He teased.

Your mouth formed into an 'O', "I see you're still an ass." You slid back into your booth and he did the same on the opposite side.

"I'm only joking." He chuckled, "But hey, do I need to beat someone up for you? You got a stalker or some shit?"

"Wha- No, why would I?"

"I mean you ain't even look up at me, and the way you said what like you thought I was someone else."

"Imma be honest, you look exactly like my boyfriend. Only he has dreads, more facial hair and his body is more on the meatier side. Not fat, but he's big."

"You saying I'm not?" He raised an eyebrow and flexed his bicep that you could easily see through his white hoodie.

"No." You giggled, "All I'm saying is, you're more lean and toned. He's muscular... But large."

He nodded, "So you got a type then."

"Huh? Wha- No I don't." You denied.

"But you just said your new nigga looks exactly like me, so I'm ya type." Adonis continued to accuse you with a mocking smile.

"Or maybe it's a coincidence... You both came to me first, and besides, my last ex looks nothing like the two of you."

"And what happened to him?"

"He was an asshole... Actually you know what, you're right. I guess my type is assholes. You're an ass, he was an ass, Erik is an ass."

This caused Adonis to laugh.

The waitress came by with a bright smile. She was about eighteen, her hair was slicked up into a puff, and her brown skin contrasted lovely against the pink uniform. Of all your years visiting this restaurant, she was the first African American waitress you've seen to work there.

This restaurant might as well be placed in a movie. You had your typical loyal customers, a chubby lady that wore glasses behind the bar and served coffee to some guy named Joe every morning. A typical blonde, a brunette and maybe, just maybe one kinky haired, chocolate skinned waitress. The cook was also chubby, and sloppy looking. Of course there were the old men who read their morning papers and one police officer having a donut by the bar.

Even though it was LA, nothing seemed to change within the diner. It was almost like a hidden gem in plain sight. The only thing was, you and Adonis stood out like sore thumbs. You were dressed for a photoshoot and he looked ready to go out jogging.

The waitress had a bright smile and a pleasant voice, "Good afternoon, my name is Neesha." She pointed at her name tag. You already knew that though, she came to you earlier, but you told her that your friend hadn't arrived as of yet. "Can I get you both anything to start with?"

"Can I get garlic bread, extra cheese. And the steak with home fries. Well-done please."

She nodded and noted your order then looked to Adonis.

"Do y'all got cheesesteaks?"

"Yeah." She jotted it down on her notepad. You noticed how hard she was staring at him. You could see her assembling his face in her mind.

"Really, Donnie? You come back to Cali and that's what you order?" You shook your head at him.

"Hell yeah, I been craving it since I been here. My trainer ain't giving me no type of break."

Neesha gasped, "I-I'm sorry, we're not really encouraged to do this, but um- You're Adonis Creed? Apollo's son?" She shyly asked.

"In the flesh." He boasted with a dimpled smile, exactly like Erik's.

Her voice was low so any nearby customers would not be able to overhear the conversation, "I'm actually a huge fan. I been watching your fights for a while now. I actually took up boxing last year after my ex thought it was okay to put his hands on me. Well mainly cuz you inspired me to, but yeah."

"I hope you were able to knock his ass out."

She smiled, "No... We got a restraining order- Sorry, I didn't mean to make this about me. But can I please get your autograph before you leave, I don't wanna attract too much attention and people in here are nosy as hell."

All of you chuckled understanding what she meant.

"I got you." He winked at her and allowed her to take your order back to the chef.

"Look at you, Donnie. Inspiring the youth, and a woman at that."

"I know, I'm quite the role model."

"You're being funny, right?"

"I'm dead serious."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yep, you and Erik might as well be the same person. You're both proud as hell."

"Is that a sin?"

"Yes! It is a sin to be proud."

"Well I'll be dammed." He laughed and put a large bottle of water on the table. "So..."

You eyed him, that was his mischievous tone. "So what?"

"You say we like the same, but who gave you better dick?"

You whisper-yelled at him with wide eyes, "Adonis!"

"I won't tell, I'm just curious." He casually said, drinking from his bottle without losing eye contact.

You sighed, it was never really a thought that crossed your mind until now. "Well... You both are on your own levels."

He gave you a look of disapproval before setting the cap back on the bottle. "What, bruh? You got them hippie pants on and now you all spiritual and shit?"

"No!" You laughed, "From what I remember, you were better at going slow and having me confused as if you wanted to put a ring on my finger or a baby in me." He was smirking as you explained. The funny thing was, you two were never involved in a romantic relationship. "Erik is good at destroying my walls and my back. He doesn't know how to take it slow and you didn't know how to be aggressive enough."

"Wow..."

Neesha came back with the two of your orders, "Enjoy!"

You both thanked her and began eating.

"I'm sure I can do both now." He smirked, taking a bite out of the sandwich.

"I know you can, I heard Bianca is pregnant." You decided to switch the conversation, just in case. "How does it feel to be a soon-to-be-father?"

"I'm scared as shit."

"Y'all didn't plan it?"

"Nah. It was an accident. My mom... She knew before us. That shit was so... Weird."

You shook your head while slicing your steak into smaller pieces, "Did you say you were a good role model to the youth? Take that back."

"Never. You live and you learn, that's what life is." He shrugged his shoulders.

The two of you continued to eat, while picking slight fun at each other here and there and talking about whatever. It felt like high school again.

"So, on a scale of one to ten how famous are you?"

"Ten being?"

"Kim Kardashian."

"I'd say five. I get noticed in public, paparazzi here and there. But I can still go to malls and shit. Well in Philly at least. I haven't been out too much since I got here."

"LA moves different I'm pretty sure. So you might be a five there, but an eight here. Only cuz you are from LA anyway."

"I thought it'd be the other way around, but who knows?"

"How many times have you been on The Shade Room?"

He leans his head back and starts laughing, "Maybe once or twice. I don't be on social media like that anyway."

"Oh nah, once you make it to the Shade Room, you definitely made it here."

"You follow that toxic ass page?" He raised an eyebrow at you, knowing you weren't into celebrity gossip and drama.

"Hell no, but I know what it's about. I was using it as a reference."

"I see." He nodded. "You know, after they had me on there, I got DMs for a good month. Bianca was pissed."

"I would be pissed too if the father of my child had random ass females all up in his messages. And I know you got nudes too."

He didn't respond, but there was a complacent look on his face.

"Ah! I knew it. She must've whooped your ass."

"Bruh, I was in the dog house for three months. And as soon as I got out, they had me back on that shit again! I had to delete my damn account." You were laughing at his distress.

No wonder you couldn't find him on social media.

"You think this is funny, wait till they got you on it. Everyone's gonna be on you, the good and the bad. Plus, the public ain't seen me since the conference and with the way you looking right now..."

"We'll be fine." You hoped.

When you both finished your meals and complimentary desserts (courtesy of the lovely Neesha), he insisted on paying. You weren't gonna argue, if he wanted to he could. You would do the tip. While she was preparing the bill, he pulled out a flyer and wrote something on the backside of it.

"Aye, Neesha? Here's that autograph you wanted."

She walked back over to the table, her eyes widening in excitement. "O-Oh my gosh, thank you so much!"

"No problem, see you in a couple of weeks." He winked at her once again.

Outside of the restaurant, just like he had said earlier, there were paparazzi surrounding the building, taking photos and yelling questions at the both of you.

Adonis how do you feel, are you ready to fight Drago's son?!

What were you eating in there, Donnie?

Make sure you work it off!

Who's that girl, is she your new fling?

Where's Bianca?

"Where's your car?" He asked over the many voices. You pointed to the black Honda CR-V and he held your arm, pushing past them. It would've helped if you brought your sunglasses to block out all the damn flashes. "Talk later?"

"Of course." You gave him a hug before entering the driver's side and started your car. You were careful not to run anyone over as you drove off the lot.

When you finally got back to your apartment, not even thirty minutes later, your phone started blowing up. You expected it to be Erik, but there were notifications from your friends, family members, random people on Instagram, Twitter and one from Erik.

You set the takeout bag for Erik on the counter and took the time to go over the notifications. Get the worst out the way... Instagram.

badgyalpookie89: I FOUND HER ACCOUNT

StA_nBi_anca: ARE YOU THE GIRL THEY SAW ADONIS WITH

__x.xx.Riz__: THIS IS HER

Eyemballed: Hold up? Adonis has dreads?! Y'all got mens dread wigs now? SKSKSK

Ugli__Gawdess: That nigga looks exactly like Creed wtf????

Mr_0Man0: That ass look gud y Creed ain't squeeze it I woulda gripped the fuck out them thangs

And there were tons of others under your most recent photo which was a picture of you in the mirror with your current outfit of the day, captioned: We meet again, friend...

They weren't too bad, but you decided to not read all of them, especially not the DMs.

To hopefully clear things up, you posted a picture of an old photo of the two of you at the science fair, and captioned it: Adonis has been my friend since high school, if you know, you know.

The Shade Room wasted no time in reposting your photo, just to show how closely they were following you. But you didn't want any of those problems that account brought.

You turned your account on private and decided that blocking the new two-hundred people that were able to follow you would have to wait for later tonight when you weren't doing anything. You didn't use Twitter too often so those notifications were always muted anyway, that would be the very least of your concerns.

Then you went to check your other messages from family and friends.

To sum it up it was all:

YOU'RE ON THE SHADEROOM!

CHECK THE SHADEROOM RN!

Do I really want to check it though... You contemplated. Honestly, as long as you didn't read the comments it couldn't be that bad.

There was pictures of you and him leaving the restaurant and even the picture where you two were hugging, and it appeared a little more than friendly. Even you could easily admit to that. The very last slide was a video of you both talking right before he hugged you.

Okay... Not as bad as I thought. Only because you didn't check the comments of course.

Then there was Erik's message.

You still bringing me food?

It was around the same time you and Adonis were bombarded by the paparazzi. He probably saw the post, hence the silence.

You checked the living room and the game was not on, neither was the TV. It was uncomfortably quiet. You went into your bedroom, almost bumping into him as he exited the bathroom, while rubbing his eyes.

"Jesus, Erik! You scared me."

He scoffed and continued walking.

"I know you're not giving me the silent treatment, on top of the silent treatment you already were giving me."

"I don't know what you talking about." He replied nonchalantly, brushing against you as he took a seat on the bed and stared dead in your face.

"Lemme guess, you saw the post?" You snorted.

"Explain why you was hugging up on another nigga? Going on dates behind my back and shit."

"I already told you it was lunch with a friend!" You began walking away, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "What?!"

"I said explain." His tone was more serious.

"There's nothing to explain other than that's my old friend from high school. Am I not allowed to talk to my friends, Erik?"

"Nah, I only want you talking to me."

Selfish... "Oh yeah, I can definitely do that when your ass is so occupied with 2K." You sarcastically replied.

"Of course you can. I told you to put that pussy on me a few nights ago, didn't I?"

You shoved his head and groaned, "I'm not gonna let you fuck me while you play your damn game. Especially not with your friends listening."

"It would be up to you if they heard you or not." He shrugged and gave a smug dimpled smirk.

"Nigga, get the fuck-" You wriggled free from his arms, but he caught you again and pulled you into his lap, hands resting against your bum cheeks.

"Hold up, we ain't done." The lust was evident in his eyes. "Lemme hit it."

You frowned at him, "So you would rather take me when I'm all dressed up, versus when I wore lingerie just for you! That's crazy."

"I'd fuck you even if you had two dookie braids, and a damn paper bag for a dress."

And with that, he had you on your back and out of your clothes within seconds.

It was finally the big day. Adonis had gifted you and Erik backstage passes like it was a concert. You always told him you'd rather not see him fight, but it was his first big show in LA. Everyone was anticipating it.

He was on so many shows being interviewed and asked questions about that mystery girl and Bianca's opinions towards it. There was one interview where Bianca was with him and she had to remind them that the interview was about the fight and not speculations.

Fortunately, she was a lot more understanding than the public. You were even able to talk each other to come to a common ground and understanding.

"You ready to meet your twin?" You asked Erik as you both stepped out of his Range Rover.

"We don't look alike, I already told you." Erik denied it so much it was crazy. You even showed Adonis a picture and he denied it too.

"I don't know how you don't see the resemblance. The only difference is your body composition, and hairstyles."

"And I look better." He added, and you rolled your eyes. That's exactly what Adonis said.

One of the trainers saw you walking into the building and lead you towards the group. Bianca was massaging his shoulders, while Rocky was giving him some form of pep talk.

"Yo, Donnie!" You called out and everyone turned to look at you.

Adonis looked irritated, but his expression softened as he saw you. He got off the bench and hugged you (to Erik's disapproval of course).

"Holy shit." Bianca gasped in awe.

Rocky stared at the two males, "You guys twins or something?"

"Hell nah." They both answered simultaneously.

"No way. You both look alike." Bianca said.

"I don't see it." Adonis frowned.

"Neither." Erik also frowned.

Everyone looked so amused by the similar expressions.

"I've seen lookalikes throughout my life, but this one is uncanny." One of the trainers rested his hand against his forehead in disbelief.

They both scoffed.

"They even got the same demeanour!" Bianca chuckled.

"That's what I said!" You agreed.

"Why don't you take a picture. This fight will be historic and so will this picture, huh." You gave the old Italian American man your phone with the camera already on. "Okay one, two, three." He snapped the photos, some with flash and some without.

You thanked Rocky, and took the phone back. "Okay look." You showed them both the photos. "I swear, all you have to do is wear the same outfit and E, you just gotta cut your dreads."

"I ain't cutting nothing."

"I know, I know. Then Adonis can grow his hair out instead."

"No way. I ain't doing all that."

"You'd look good with them." You teased.

"Hey, the fights gonna start in five minutes." One of the announcers told the group before heading to back to the arena.

Everyone gave their words of encouragement to Adonis, his nerves clearly spiked back up.

Bianca was the first to kiss him, and he even kissed her swollen belly as well. "You got this, D. Good luck."

"Don't let him intimidate you. Just remember everything we been working on alright." Rocky patted Adonis' shoulders.

The rest of the team gave their support, surprisingly Erik did too.

"He better fuck that nigga up. On me." It didn't hit you at first, but Erik has lost his father as well as Adonis, both around what they were passionate about. It was the start for all their childhood problems. No wonder they were so similar. He could really understand what it was like to want revenge, so it only made sense that he root for him.

Erik was already known (slightly infamous) and despite him denying his doppelgänger, he knew they looked alike. He didn't want his twin to ruin his reputation. Erik was well known for his growing achievements within the Black Ops unit. He didn't want to be acknowledged for anything less than what he was. Especially not to be mistaken for someone who looked like him and got their ass beat by the offspring of his father's killer, never in a million years.

Erik was also trained in boxing, but he preferred mixed martial arts. Boxing only came in handy if he needed to teach you self defence or if he was at the club fighting off a drunk person.

You kind of would like to see a fair fight between the two men, but at the same time you cared for them both and you were sure they could deal great damage to each other. Adonis was trained to knock someone out, (that already being the disadvantage) whereas Erik was trained to kill, so you couldn't promise Adonis' life after a fight.

You'd rather them not fight at all versus having them fight and end up losing one of them.

Before Adonis could head out, you made sure to give him a hug. "You got this, Donnie. Show 'em what it means to be a Creed."

"Thanks, nerd." He smiled and continued to make way onto the stage. He looked nice in the shorts that were similar to his dad's own.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt Erik bump you, "You staring too hard."

You cut your eyes at him, "I was not."

"Yes you were." He instigated, getting closer to your face each time.

"Wasn't."

"Were."

"Was not!"

"Were!"

"Come on y'all, fights about to start." One of the trainers called, holding the door open.

"Get out my face." You pushed Erik's head away and ran to catch the door.

He followed you, holding it from the top and gave your bum another one of his signature spanks and you yelped as you walked through.

They had to be long lost twins. Both were playful, annoying, proud, assholes. They had too much in common for it to be coincidence. Either way, you loved and cared for both of them very much. You were happy to know them both, regardless of anything, including Erik forgetting about you when a new 2K releases.

So yeah, that was that. Thank you for reading!

There will be no part 2!! This was just a quick idea.

P.S. If you were wondering what he handed the waitress, it was just a free pass to watch him box, along with an autograph and what not.

P.S.S. I edited this when I was sleepy so I know there are lots of mistakes lmao

(Start/Finish: September 21, 2019)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader #adonis creed #creed

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annefolklore · 5 months ago

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Hunger Games au! Wille and Simon

Where Simon is from district 12 and volunteers in the place of Ayub (he can’t volunteer for Sara because he’s a boy). Wille is a career from district 1 who never wanted to volunteer but had to because everyone in his family do, but Erik died during his games, so Kristina and Ludvig pressures him in volunteering to honor Erik. Also, maybe Simon can imitate the noises of birds (like Rue), I think it would be a great way of incorporating his voice.

Marcus would be like Gale.

When they’re training, Wille cannot stop himself from looking at the boy. The way he carries his slender body when he walks, how it seems like he never touched a weapon or tied a knot before. But it all seemed a lie when he got a 9 on his training score.

Simon wouldn’t talk to anyone because he didn’t see the point in pretending to be “friends” with people who will be after him the second they steps in the arena. But there was this boy from District 1 with dark blond hair with whom his eyes always locked with, and Simon didn’t know what to think of it. It was like, the more he tried to avoid him, the more they would run into each other.

He learned his name during the interviews when he got called. Wilhelm Bergström. Wilhelm was really attractive, but Simon couldn’t let this small crush get in his way. He had to win in order to get the prize for his starving district. And the Bergström family was known in Panem for being really close with the Capitol. So he tried to stop the blush of his cheeks when their eyes met again when Wilhelm left the stage, walking by the waiting lines of the tributes waiting to be interviewed as well.

For his tribute parade, Simon’s stylist dressed him like a purple-colored crow. I would explain this by saying that there is a lot of crows in District 12 (the way I imagine it to be) and Simon looks absolutely perfect in purple so yeah. Simon’s storyline would be like Finnick: a pretty boy that people weirdly thirst over. Simon hated how people in the Capitol only saw him as this eye candy, that would probably die in the arena because of his body that couldn’t fight anyone even if he tried.

But yeah, Simon would find his way through the arena and his strategy was simple: hide until everyone dies. He didn’t want to kill anyone, that’s simply not who he is and he didn’t want to join in this gruesome fight that the Capitol only saw as a reality show.

(Then you know how it goes with the fireballs and everything)

Then, one evening when Simon was setting up his sleeping bag on a thick tree branch, he heard a canon go off, meaning a tribute died. Then, would hear other tributes approaching. He would look down and see the careers from district 1, 2 and 3, all cheering. Wilhelm included. The moment he saw him, rage filled his veins. How could he have been so naive to even let himself have feelings for him?

One of the girls with them spotted him on his tree and they started to nag him on how they were gonna kill him. One of them, Vincent he thinks, tried to climb the tree without any success so Simon nagged him too. Then, another one tried to kill him with by throwing a spear at him, but Simon successfully caught it. Simon was waiting for something to happen as he watched them, but Wilhelm was telling them something he couldn’t hear. He only heard the word “morning” before they set up their camp right at the foot of the tree.

(You know what happens in the book the morning after with the bees and all)

After that, Simon wakes up with bandages on his hand, made with leafs. He meets a little girl, called Norä, from district 11 that seems to have had the same strategy as him. Simon quickly grows attachement towards her even though he knew he shouldn't and prayed to anyone that was up there, that if he couldn't win, to make sure that she does.

But their bond didn't last long, because she died a few days later from a tribute throwing an axe at her. Her last words to Simon were "You need to win". Her death shattered his heart completely and was like a wake-up call. He must win the Hunger Games, not only for him or his district, but for Norä and her district as well.

Simon looks up at the sky, where he knows thousands of cameras are, and hold up 3 of his fingers. It was a sign of hope and a promise. He will win the games then separate the prize between district 11 and 12.

As he walks in the forest, he hears a gamemaker speaking about how they've decided that 2 tributes could win if they're both from the same district. It doesn't apply to him, his female homologue was already dead. So now, he had to find a way to know who was alive.

He walks until his legs give out under him, he didn't have any food left in his bag nor strenght left to find water. His vision was blurry and he was hallucinating things. The last things he saw before passing out were dark blond hair and hazel-brown eyes.

When he woke up, he was inside a dark cave. Not knowing where he was, he panicked. How was he alive? Who saved him? He took the bag that was serving him as a pillow and went out the cave, praying that whoever put him there, wasn't outside. He wasn't in the right state of mind to fight.

It seemed clear but before he got too far, he came face to face with Wilhelm, a speare in his hand. Simon's speare in his hand. They both froze as they looked at each other, not knowing what to do. It's only when Simon slowly backs up that Wilhelm wakes up by saying that he went to get him water. He was the one who saved Simon...but why? He seems to understand that the boy didn't trust him so he slowly put down the spear on the ground, the head pointing himself instead of Simon. Simon took back his weapon and accepted the water.

That was probably a bad idea, but for now Simon wanted to survive. He had to eat, drink and sleep, so he decided to trust Wilhelm with this. He would leave as soon as his energy is back though.

The next days, Wilhelm and Simon got to know each other a bit. They talk about their respective life back at their districts, without saying anything too bad, aware of the cameras and microphones everywhere. And despite himself, Simon find his heart swelling when Wilhelm says "I wish we could've known each other outside of these circumstances". They both knew they couldn't win together because they’re not from the same district.

Simon didn't leave Wille even after he got better.

He couldn't leave this boy alone. He liked their routine, they'd hunt during the day to find an animal to eat, a bunny if they were lucky and go back to their camp to prepare it before eating it. But they didn't take a chance of eating any of the berries growing in the bushes, the panicked and deja-vu look in Wille's eyes when he saw Simon with them was something the boy never wanted to see again. He doesn't want Wille to be sad, ever. At night, they'd find comfort in each other's arms, trying to escape their reality and the coldness of the wind by sleeping in Wille’s sleeping bag, sharing body heat. But they both knew it was a terrible excuse. Simon had his own sleeping bag that worked perfectly fine but they didn’t want to admit worked perfectly well. So instead, they choose to say that it brings them comfort and some sort of a homely feeling.

He liked Wille. A lot. But he couldn’t risk telling him and ruining their newfound friendship. What if he didn’t like him back and wouldn’t cuddle with him anymore at night, letting him sleep alone? Or what if he was homophobic and even kicked him out of their shelter?

Together, they could sometimes actually forget where they were apart from the canon booming from time to time and the deaths summary at night they'd watch together.

But tonight was different, there were only 4 tributes left in the arena. Vincent, Fredrika, Wilhelm and Simon. It was almost over, when they heard growling from afar. They took their weapons, ready to fight when they saw eyes glowing in between the trees. They didn't think twice before running as fast as they could.

They ran and ran across the arena, 2 other mutts materialized behind Simon, he couldn't run fast enough and Wille was ahead of him. He screamed his name at the top of his lungs. The boy looked behind him and extended his arm for Simon to grab his hand. The second their hands clasped, Wille ran faster, leading them across the arena as he pulled Simon's hand so he could keep up. They couldn't let themselves slow down even for a second, the hungry growls of 3 mutts not too far behind them. They heard a girl's scream somewhere on their left and a canon went off.

Their race lead them to the center of the arena. Wilhelm quickly lifted Simon upward to make him climb the cornucopia, his lightweight self finally came in handy. He gave Wille his hand to pull him on the small building too, one of the mutt almost biting on his leg.

They were barely catching their breaths before Simon got yanked from behind, his head banging on the stainless steel, making his mind ring a bit and his vision buzzed for a few seconds. Suddenly, he saw Vincent's bloody face as he lifted a cane in the air, about to hit him with it when Wille shoved him away.

They fought against Vincent as hard as they could but Simon was getting tired. He was tired of it all and he could tell that Wilhelm felt the same way.

Suddenly, Wille got swept up by Vincent who was now using him as a shield. Simon took the bow and arrow at his feet and aimed it toward the blond. Vincent seemed to have turned mad too as he nagged Simon on how he didn't care if he died and on how he could kill them both if he wanted to win.

Simon needed to find a way to take Vincent out while saving Wille. So he shot the arrow right in the blond's hand. He instantly let go of the boy, who took his chance of pushing him off the cornucopia. The mutts immediatly jumped on him and screams of agony filled the silence of the night.

When they woke up the next day, they didn't exchange a word. What could they say? One of them had to win, they weren't from the same district. Slowly, Wilhelm gave Simon the bow and arrow. Simon didn't understand, why was he looking at him like that?

Wille only said "go ahead, I want you to win". But Simon wasn't about to agree to that. They came from way too far to kill him now, it couldn't end like that!

So instead, he reached inside the pocket of his jacket, pulling out berries. The same panicked look came on Wille's face but before he could say something, the other boy simply said "Trust me" and gave him some of them. Together, they bringed the berries to their mouth when they heard a loud "Stop!" followed by a "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the winners of the 49th annual Hunger Games: Wilhelm Bergström from District 1 and Simon Eriksson from District 12".

They couldn't believe it, they had both won. They looked at each other, a smile on their face and Wille gently cupped Simon's face, bringing him in a kiss.

They won, it was all over...for now

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You can definitely tell I got carried away with this. I wasn't planning to write that much honestly, but I guess I had a lot to say. Would you guys be interested if I actually wrote a Hunger Games au? I would try my best to at least rewrite movies 1 and 2 but I can’t really promise anything for movie 3 because I’m really bad at writing fighting scenes so if I try to write a whole rebellion it would be really shitty 💀

But idk though, it’s a lot of commitment so idk. But I promise if I can’t write each movies (I’m too lazy to read the books again pls forgive me), I will at least do like this one and like tell and describe what would happen.

#young royals #simon eriksson #wilhelm x simon #wilhelm young royals #wille x simon #prince wilhelm #simon erikkson #wilhelm yr #wille young royals #wilmon #hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games au #simon young royals #simon yr #wille eriksson #wille yr

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starlitangels · 1 year ago

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Hi. I have a useless and possibly worthless opinion

All the stories Erik is telling really only work in this format

Like, if these stories were all running concurrently as several book series all in the same universe, they'd be expensive a lot to try to keep track of

But imagine this: we get the stories of, say, Vincent, Sam, David, Asher, and Milo first in a book saga. We kinda understand how magic works, but it's hugely centered on vampires and shifters.

Also, for the sake of understanding, the listener characters are either not present or are real characters with names in their own right

Then we get the D.A.M.N. Fam storyline and we get to learn more about how magic works for Physically Intrinsic Magical Cores rather than the Physically Extrinsic Cores that vampires and shifters have. We learn more about empowered culture as a whole (especially with bridging) and get our introduction to d(a)emons for real, rather than offhanded comments from the characters we'd already had

Let's also say Guy is a short spin-off standalone book. Geordi is too. Ollie is only a side-character in the Ivan chapters of the D.A.M.N. Fam storyline. Aaron is mentioned, but never really seen

Then we get The Balance and Sovereign State and Carpe Deus. And Aaron gets a proper introduction as Elliott's older brother

Look me in the face and tell me that you wouldn't think at least one of these stories jumps the shark

Look at me and say, that after what would probably be years of Redactedverse books establishing the rules of the universe, that you would feasibly believe that it'd be possible for there to be another plane of existence (Death), or that it'd be possible for there to be people stuck in the Meridian

Without believing that he was running out of ideas and jumping the shark in order for the stakes to be higher than ever and the stories to be bigger than ever like when TV shows do that from season to season

They'd have to be running concurrently. So a set of TV shows like when Arrow and The Flash were running at the same time might work

But I honestly think for everything to stay believable, they have to be happening at the same time in shorter, episode format so that the rules of the universe feel flexible enough to allow for the whacky stories like The Balance and Sovereign State

Because if I was reading this as a book series and understood that the Meridian was just a magic quilt between Aria and Earth/Terra/Elegy and I read Sovereign State, I'd be like, "That doesn't work with established lore! Author, sir, I love the snarky demon main character but what are you doing?!"

But in this format, I was totally willing to accept it because it's all going on concurrently.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #don't even talk to me about King of Scars jumping the shark #it occurs to me that some people on here don't know what that phrase even means...#i'm too tired to explain it rn #send me an ask or google it

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anonymousredactedconfessions · 1 year ago

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To everyone saying it seems like Erik is unmotivated to move the story along or that he’s just getting stuff out lazily, why do we think that is? Here’s my thoughts:

-big story driven stuff gets crumbs in terms of views. Everyone says how much they want story but when it’s not packaged in the perfect pretty bow told by your favorite character you don’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Huge example: Vega. He drops so much lore and is about to step into a huge storyline but y’all don’t watch him. So of course he gets no movement. Putting all the hard work Erik does into things just to see it get shoved aside and not touched, yeah that’s probably a motivation killer.

-y’all hate angst. Everyone says they want it but if he did it, hell would break loose. If a character died that was important to the fandom, Erik would be crucified.

-if a listener is the antagonist or even remotely complex you all lose your damn minds.

-so many are expecting HIS story to be whatever they’ve written or read in headcannons/fanfiction, that’s not how this works but y’all will complain anyway.

-some of y’all are also so fucking demanding its horrifying. Like I’m not even the creator but I’m stressed out. I can’t imagine how he feels. He’s just a guy with a job and a life, not your content machine. Chill.

-there’s a problem with everything. Most of you are never satisfied.

-some of y’all are just straight weird towards the man, invading his privacy and shit. Weird.

-the constant complaints that he doesn’t listen to his fans anymore. Have you all seen how you fucking act? You want him to see and interact with that? I wouldn’t interact or listen to y’all either sorry.

-spewing just pure hatred and cruelty under the guise of “criticism” Criticism in art is absolutely necessary and should be done (people also shouldn’t be bullied for criticisms) but there is a line between critique and just being a total dick for no good reason

Plus so much more I’m probably forgetting. But yeah I wouldn’t blame him for losing the joy and motivation for story telling. I’d feel the same way. The fun is being completely sucked out.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #confessions

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messenger-of-stupidity · 1 year ago

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Honestly Blake is one of the most interesting characters ever

Bestie, I could go on for a while on how much I love Blake. (Like Cam I'm quieter about him being in my top five.)

(Hi future Messy here, this went on for longer than I thought because I took this as an excuse to give an analysis on why I like Blake. So all of that is under the cut if you're interested.)

I like yanderes by themselves (one of the reasons I enjoyed Ivan's storyline.) but the fact that Blake isn't your typical form of yandere when you think about the word is even better. Like when you think of yandere you think of "oh my god I've been drugged and tied up in a basement while this person monologues at me about how we're meant to be together. I haven't seen this person before/saw them once or twice but don't really remember them!"

Meanwhile with Blake, he's been friends with his listener for years. (Probably childhood friends even though it's never directly confirmed. I think it just says Yandere Cult friend)

He also never tried to push them to be with him. Maybe that's because his listener was made aware of his tendencies (I would give my left kidney for a flashback audio of how THAT conversation happened. Also if Erik released a BA of Blake and Bestie's first night together, I would probably invest in patreon ngl. The knowledge that Vega has two audios *even if its impVega* was almost enough. But I'd also prolly get uncomfy trying to listen to it. It really depends how he makes the BA's. N e ways) so they would be able to call him out if he started growing more obsessive and possessive.

Although they might like that considering they agreed to be with him after he said he won't be able to give them space or distance.

I've looked into childhood friend yanderes, and usually they still end up drugging their love interest or whatever and bring up the fact that "we make such good friends, you know we would be perfect together" type of thing.

BUT Blake never does that. He's one of those rare yanderes who understand boundaries and respect their love interests enough to not push past those. It makes him less intense of a yandere (and acts as a gateway drug to get people into yanderes. But that's besides the point.) He's just content being in their life.

Could this be because he knows his listener is going to die soon, and he doesn't want to waste time trying to be more when he's content just having their attention? Sure. He might be trying to change their future, but he still needs to prepare for it to come in case he fails.

Imagine having someone who is willing to drop anything for you, joins a cult to try to save you, commits crimes for you... but also respects any boundaries on the relationship you have with them? Yes please.

Not to mention, whenever he's with his listener... Blake becomes so soft. Sure, the change in how he treats Sunshine and how he treats his listener can be a bit startling. But that change is what makes him being soft so much more enjoyable to me. He has the ability to be a total asshole, but he's not. (Same type of reason why I like tsunderes or soft manipulators like Vega.)

Now that's not to say that I don't like how mean Blake can be. The way he's so harsh and passionate about something that he's willing to risk anything? The way he talks down to Sunshine? Uses their nickname as a weapon against them (makes me wonder if they'll ever be able to hear it the same again, even if it comes from Elliot.)? I eat that up.

I got on my rose colored glasses, so there just seems to be a lot of flags right now.

#messenger of answers #anon ask #redacted anon #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted blake #messy rambles #messenger of thirst #technically?

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silencingspellsongs · 8 months ago

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Early Access 3/10 (i was too eepy to finish this post last night)

first of all, the editing on this? insane. top notch. the echoing whispers? chefs kiss 😘👌🏻 so cool so creepy as someone who is just barely trying to learn audio editing rn i can't imagine how much work that was to put together

‼️GRAVITON MENTION‼️ we got a new sovereign over the domain of gravity fuck yeah showing a little love to my favorite of the energetic types! (pls expand on energetics at some point erik i wanna know more about those types of magic users 🙏🏻)

now ok. into the nitty gritty. i'm SO glad erik finally answered the lore question that has plagued me since the moment i heard it: "seers exist because of vampires" i wasn't expecting it to have been e'laetum that made them (i had thought rak'xit) and the fact that it means seers can't be turned means i have to finally throw out my theory that porter was a seer before being a vampire... 😞

blake begging for his love's life despite having no leverage against this godlike abomination.... 🥲 also i love love LOVE the wording in "All I’m asking in return is that you leave them alive, that you let me have them!" thats my yandere pookie ❤️

i'm really excited to see what "blake" is going to be like when he's returned to elegy all full up of sovereignty. i know everyone's theorizing that he becomes hush but i really don't see it.

i just wonder how much of blake will be left... like i hope more than anything that he's still obsessed in love with bestie but it would be so heartbreaking if now that d'deridahn is in control he has no interest in them anymore..... auuugh 😭

and what does this mean for the timeline of events!!!! blake's whole trip down the river happened in the immediate post-inversion storyline so what has this meat puppet for the drove been up to over the last two years??? we haven't seen any apocalyptic events happen (yet) so i'm really curious to see what's coming..... terrified, but curious! (also knowing from the summit that closeknit had something else planned for soon.... wonder if sovereign!blake is still working with them or if he's a free agent now...)

#redacted ea spoilers #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted blake #redacted the balance #argent rambles

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theimperiumchronicles · 1 year ago

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Happy STS! Your characters are invited to a Halloween party; costumes required. Tell me what they're dressing up as and how the night goes. 🙃

Happy STS that tripped and fell over into Monday. ;)

I'm going to skip @theimperiumchronicles and go with some of the others cuz they need love <3

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@devil-in-the-details-ay

Astaroth - the grim reaper

Yara - A butterfly (at Asti's insistence)

Their night would go lovely because it would not be spent in Hell. They would be on Earth. Where...you'll find out in the story later. ****

@the-andromeda-effect

Caliban - Scrooge (Adira picked it out, everyone else finds it HILARIOUS)

Adira - Aphrodite (Caliban picked it out)

Theron - Toth

Lars - Agent X from Men in Black

Marcin (2nd Bodyguard) - Agent K from Men in Black

The party will be, of course, at the mansion. Adira will have a blast as those around her relax some knowing that all is safe on the estate grounds. There is lots of laughter and fun, not one drop of worry. (this will be vastly different from the Halloween one shot for this storyline)

****

@magical-mistakes-vm

There is a theme here - the whole cast will be dressed up in 1920's attire. Think Magical Mistakes does Peaky Blinders. Of course Vollrath would be Tommy. Balor states that Mahala is NOT Grace (because not dead) or Lizzie (for reasons)...she's some nebulous 3rd female who Tommy doesn't fuck over. *snorts* Balor, being the older brother, is of course Arthur. Baldur grows out his beard to go as Alfie. Elmar does his best to pull a Luca. The party would be hosted by the Coven. No one is going to piss Vollrath or Balor off because...reasons. Mahala would get to meet many of the others from the Coven that she had not already met, which would go very smoothly. The night would be a great success with everyone having a fun time in the 1920's theme.

For funsies, Balor and Elmar both decide once more to try and "steal" Tommy's girl. Now...this goes as expected...but at least this time most of the time they're laughing at the Blinders jokes that go along with it. The only hitch is that afterwards Vollrath and Balor both get teased mercilessly regarding haircuts till they grow out. Definitely season 5...lawd... ****

@princess-of-thieves-id

Diyan/Noar - Capt. Jack Sparrow

Inara/Renisa - Elizabeth Swan

Arik - Will Turner

There will most likely be at some point a sword fight. Someone is going to get slapped, most likely Diyan/Noar. And, just like the movies, Elizabeth Swan will be leaving the party with Will Turner. *laughs*

****

Tapperhet

Meeri - Snow White

Einar - Prince Charming

Lorcan - Huntsman

Elio - King

Thieran - the apple

Hilarity. The night will be pure hilarity. Why did Thieran pick the apple? Because he wasn't damn well going to be the Queen, she was a right bitch. So, instead he wanders around looking like a cast member of an underwear commercial and making way too many jokes involving apples, and fruits, and...it's bad, okay. Just try not to think too hard. That being said, the others all agree he would have slayed in a gown!

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@behindthesemasks

Melania - her mother. *dies* Who else would be fitting but to go as Marie LaVeau? Marie, coincidentally finds this hilarious and lends her period garments and does her hair and makeup.

Nic - Papa Legba

Alexander - Hamlet

Ambrose - Baron Samedi

Cade - Gede Nibo

Marie - Manman Brigitte

Gabe - Diable Tonnere

Klaus - Baron Criminel

Erik - Guede L'Orage

Dontanion and Francois don't need to dress up, they scare the shit out of people as is.

If you think ANYONE is stupid enough to disrupt a Meirs-LaVeau party on Halloween, of all nights, you would be wrong. Everything will go perfect, because if not...those Loa mentioned...well, they won't just be costumes....

tagging @raincoffeeandfandoms and @call-sign-shark cuz I think you'll find the one for Magical Mistakes a wee bit humorous even if you don't know the characters from that one. (put pics below so you can try to do an imagine)

Also, Sharkey, I can see Heaven partying it up with LaVeaus...

@blind-the-winds - look what our Magical Mistakes babies are doing!!

@saltysupercomputer - Looook at them all, they's all having funsies!!

@aziz-reads @toribookworm22 @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior

#writeblr #my writing #my ocs #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #writeblr connect #ask answered

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latenightsleeper · 2 years ago

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Fellow Darlin’-Chrissy Truther here, you can’t NOT tell me what this storyline for them is! I have one of my own as well, but I’m always intrigued by other ways of viewing the same story!!! (Sorry to bother, but I’m so psyched that someone else agrees about this!)

A WILLING SACRIFICE—(*grabs you*) okay so, I’m so happy you asked!!!!! I have a lot to say about them so I’m very excited to tell you

Okay some basic info about my version of Tank is that their humanborn, hence why they have a harder time connecting with the pack. They don’t understand the magical world and by proxy, the Shaw pack as well someone who wasn’t a humanborn would. I mean, I think we all known how biased the empowered world is to humanborns (cough cough DAMN cough DUMP cough cough) their parents were a bit…late to understand their needs as a shifter and even later to fully grasp what was happening, let alone accept it. The scare on their cheek was a testament to that

So, here’s teen Tank, with a very messed up attitude about themselves and feeling isolated within minutes of being introduced to the pack. Once again, the pack kids already have an understanding of the world around them so they do things very much differently than Tank is used to. Things Tank has no idea how to do or even understand, it’s been said before Tank wasn’t close to David or Asher growing up but even then. I’d imagine someone would try and help tank get used to and understand their new life. It didn’t alway work and the questions they asked were hard to answer or know why they asked.

Enter Christian, born into an empowered family and taught everything Tank wanted/needed to know since he was a baby, just as much as a loner as Tank was since he wasn’t a legacy kid like David or Asher as well as having a decently bad attitude… he was a huge dick to Tank when they first came, like full on asshole the way teens are when a new kid who doesn’t understand what you think is basic knowledge shows up. Chris was relentless in his teasing and childish jokes, always laughing at their innocent questions and chiding their attempts.

Tank didn’t take it laying down tho.

They fought, a lot. Verbally, physically, pranks and tricks. They were at each other’s throats from the second they woke up, to the second they went to bed. Rinse, cycle, repeat. Like clock work, some of the older pack members had some bets they’d kill each other before they got along.

Surprisingly they do start to get along, but not in the way people thought they would. My personal HC is that Christians parents weren’t the…best, this feeling coming from Chris sisters specifically using “ if you didn’t help raise him “ when the Asher and Milo tease him about Amanda and call him Chrissy(which seems to be a family nickname?). Maybe I’m reading into it a bit much, maybe I’m not. I’ll keep on rolling with it till Erik proves me wrong (not likely tho with how much he writes parental problems with his characters)

Both Christian and Tank have that in common and big places gossip, people talk and the walls have eyes. They started to see each other as something like kindred spirits, bad attitudes and shitty parents with more than a few people willing to let them dig a big hole for them to throw themselves down. They still fought and shit but it was more like a game to them both, some way to keep active and to have fun. Bloody noises and complaints from local law enforcement aside.

Things changed tho, Tank and Chrissy were still close but it was harder and harder for Tank to take the isolation from the pack. They had Christian, they’d always have him but he started to find his place, hell he even started to see Amanda. Tank? Nothing, just..an outsider.

Enter Quinn, I don’t really think I need to explain what happened with him.

Being with Quinn just drives a bigger wedge between Tank and the pack, even Christian. They start making excuses and excuses, they still showed up when he needed or asked them but there was something wrong. Just something off, maybe it was this new guy Tank was seeing, maybe it was how Tank was hiding something from him. But Tank never showed so he never asked.

Then he gets a call that Tanks in the healers, something about a rough Vamp and them being hurt. He was the only one they could think of for Tank, their parents are gone and aren’t even on the list for emergency contacts.

He leaves hours later with a promise to catch up next time when their more healed and rested, not knowing right after he left. That be the last he’d see of Tank.

Tank lies as we know to David about heading to their parents to heal and they lie to Christian about catching up. Both for the same reason, to keep the pack and most importantly-to keep Christian safe. Tank just hopes the hurt from them leaving will keep him off their trail.

Christian doesn’t know their gone till they don’t show at the pack meeting and David tells everybody the news. Christian immediately knows something is wrong and is deeply hurt, but he knows tank better than anyone else. He didn’t look for them bc he knew they didn’t want to be found-not now at least and he wanted to trust Tank at least told the truth about them just leaving to heal.

And then a month passes, then another and then it becomes close to a year. (Ten months to be precise, I counted )

Contact with Tank is minimal before drying out on everyone but David and that’s just checking in to see if their alive.

Then David finds out a full year later (once again did the math, tank was actually hunting Quinn outside of Daliha for about 10 months and then showed up, it took David a full 3-4 months after that to realize something was up) and gives Tank a rightful talking too and tells them to show up to the next meeting. so who would show up to the next pack meeting?

Tanker and they look very different than anyone saw them, especially Christian. More scars than he remembers and a haunted, sad, angry look in those eyes.

This is just general lore, don’t have all the kinks worked out but man lemme tell you! There is a lot to Tanker and Chrissy’s relationship, lots of emotions and stuff

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soup-scope · 2 years ago

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tik tok being annoying pt.3

it feels like whenever erik releases ANY content, people on that hellsite RUSH to paint him as this horrible and lazy writer

jesus.

recently saw a vid complaint about the released timeline and how erik just “gave away all the answers” as if it wasnt so heavily implied it was practically being stapled to our foreheads

with sunshine, elliot, closeknit, and everything with regulus

with a wonderful creation called critical thinking/connecting the dots while you listen to the videos, it isn’t some “big conspiracy” that needed to be solved. it was just confirmation at that point

not to mention, demonic history lore is revealed in the imperium too. like even in vegas audios we get crumbs. like. it’s literally everywhere in ANY video that has to do with demons.

this person was also like incredibly pissed that everything wasn’t released in tidbits? like? you want all this information to spam out over like 20 videos or smth? instead of it just straight up being confirmed. especially since it’s information we wouldn’t be able to learn from a listeners POV.

i honestly loved how erik revealed the tidbits with alexis and williams past. because. they’re not gonna get their own listeners. which are the only people i would imagine they’d want to share their personal history with

alexis and william wouldn’t share their pasts with lovely or darlin. and sam and vincent sure as HELL wouldn’t expose their private information like that. (that’s also implying that alexis and william have TOLD sam and vincent their personal history. vincent maybe. but i doubt he’d tell lovely without express permission 😭😭 and he’d also have no reason to 💀💀)

the timeline is a way for erik to establish CANON WORLDBUILDING that we,as fans and listeners, can look back upon for future reference. and also get solid, unedited, and unbiased information that could’ve been altered from one of the boys.

and it’s not like EVERYTHING has been added. project meridian and aviors storyline aren’t included at the moment either because the timeline is STILL BEING ADDED UPON

also the person who made the video that pissed me off, kept doing the “millennial” zoom in their ‘apology vid’ and it kept distracting me. i fr pulled my phone away from my face whenever they did that bitch ass closeup like bro pls go away and draw ur eyebrows on thanks

ok. sigh of relief. that’s off my chest.

moral of my rant. please gain critical thinking skills. and i need to get off tiktok apparently before it ages me 30 years off pure stress alone

#rayrayrants #ranting about the refacted community again #this time. i learned my lesson and no fandom tags #don’t wanna clog up the fandom tag with this bs #super annoyed at tiktok tho #anyways. i hope erik makes a beach episode for the characters this summer #just an hour long video of beach and fun goodness

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ncisladaily · 1 year ago

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NCIS: Los Angeles wrapped its 14-season run on CBS with a finale all about what the title suggested: new beginnings. But that being said, not everything was wrapped up in a nice little bow.

After all, the last scene of the finale featured two of the agents reuniting with a former team member and her recruits for a mission to rescue one of their own. A couple multi-episode arcs were left unresolved. Agents had started to look to the future in the final episodes, and it’s possible not everyone stays with NCIS in the future. One is even going to be recurring on another show in the NCIS franchise next season.

Will Sam, Callen, Nell, and her team rescue Hetty?

Last we heard, Hetty (Linda Hunt) was in Syria. But it’s to Morocco that Nell (Renée Felice Smith) summons Sam (LL Cool J) and Callen (Chris O’Donnell) as she stages a rescue mission, with a couple familiar faces (Peter Cambor’s Nate and Erik Palladino’s Sabatino). “If we knew we had another season and Linda had been available, we probably would’ve gone to rescue Hetty and wound up in trouble and then had to have resolve that in the next season,” executive producer R. Scott Gemmill told TV Insider.

How much of a threat is Kessler still to Kensi?

Kessler (Frank Military) made it clear that he wanted to kill Kensi (Daniela Ruah) and that threat very much remains out there. “I imagine we would’ve finally brought him to justice,” Gemmill said. With Kensi pregnant and her and Deeks’ (Eric Christian Olsen) family growing, we can’t help but think that another season would’ve seen at least one of them in some serious danger.

Will the Body Stitchers case ever be resolved?

The Body Stitchers case is easily the most disturbing one of the entire series — and those responsible (including a member of the FBI!) for piecing together victims and leaving them in grotesque displays remain free. Since they stepped back from the spotlight last we saw them, it’s also easy to imagine them popping up elsewhere, meaning the threat isn’t just to Los Angeles and the agents on the case. But given how long they’ve evaded authorities thus far, we can’t help but worry about how much longer they could keep operating — and going dormant for a period clearly isn’t a problem — before the case is closed.

What will the team look like going forward?

I could see Sam going into the private sector or Callen. I think all our characters love what they do. I could see Kensi staying with NCIS and Deeks becoming a stay-at-home dad. I think he would be quite content to do that for a while. Fatima [Medalion Rahimi] and Rountree [Caleb Castille] would probably stay with the team and be upgraded to the higher echelon of the team. And then I could see Kilbride [Gerald McRaney] retiring, especially if Sam and Callen moved on. Hetty, I think, will do this until her dying breath,” Gemmill said while pondering the team’s future. With Sam spending time on Hawai’i, that could impact what the future holds for him after that.

Will any of the agents suffer any long-term effects from injuries sustained on the job?

The team has been through a lot over the years, with multiple members tortured and hospitalized. And Gemmill noted that the storyline involving Sam and his father (who has Alzheimer’s) “was for Sam a little bit of not a wake-up call but a glimpse into possibly his own future because of the things our guys go through. There’s no way that they don’t have sort of long-term health effects in terms of the number of times they’ve been knocked out or suffered a concussion from an explosion. So it was a little bit of foreshadowing in terms of Sam, in terms of what he might be faced with in his future as well.” Might at least one of them be forced out of the field as a result versus making the choice to leave the agency on their own accord?

Will Sam’s appearances on Hawai’i reveal much about the team or any of these questions?

LL Cool J made a cameo in the NCIS: Hawai’i Season 2 finale. After, it was announced he’ll be recurring in Season 3. How much will Sam’s time with the Hawai’i team reveal anything about the LA agents? Will we find out if Hetty is rescued (and if so, how)? Will we, depending on how long Sam is around and when he shows up, find out if Kensi and Deeks have a boy or girl? Will we hear what’s going on at the Office of Special Projects (OSP) while Sam is on the island? Is Sam even going to be planning to return to work there?

Will anyone else show up on NCIS or Hawai'i?

Thanks to the three-show crossover in January, the door is open for any of the OSP agents to be called in for a reason to one of the other shows in the franchise after previously working with the other two teams.

#s14 #ncis la

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rosebug3 · 2 years ago

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So yes Erik would have wanted Wille to deny it was him in the video, but you cannot tell me he wouldn't have been angry at August.

He may have lived to uphold the family's legacy (and maybe his storyline could have been learning his mom was wrong) but he did care about Wille, and he did say to have fun while you're too young for people to care.

Just imagine him punching August in the face. 👍

#young royals #prince wilhem #erik #august of årnäs

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kleotheundeadone · 2 months ago

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If I could kindly expand on this concept...

The story would likely be tweaked in regards to some of its key storylines. The whole "dad is forcing us to take over our dead grandpa's house and business" would probably be flipped on us. Mika's dad DOESN'T want her taking after grandpa, (assuming grandpa was the previous mob boss before Mika, in that case, it maybe makes a little sense why he didn't want her around him lol) and in light of his death, tries to forbid her from taking over the house. Mika is hard-headed, however, and does the exact opposite.

If we're really fiddling with things, I'd maybe say that The Boys TM show up maybe a month or two after Harold's death, just to give our girl time to really adjust into her role as head of the Mafia. After learning that they were close to her grandfather, she decides to let them stay under the pretense of them being family. Strange, demonic family, but family none the less. All they'd have to do in exchange, is tell her all they know about her grandfather being a Warlock.

I imagine this version of Mika, alongside being a tad more rough around the edges and having a smidgen of some serious trust issues, is much more curious about how powerful her grandfather was upon learning that he was a warlock. Whether or not she tries to harness some of that power herself depends on how you play it, but it will heavily affect the Diana Arc. In a gameplay stance, the player is occasionally given the option to either spend extra time with her chosen incubus or practice her magic. These moments will be separate from key events like The Kiss TM, and would be choice less cut scenes basically.

Mika, (at first) would probably try to insist that any feelings she has towards your chosen incubus is out of her obligation to protect them. They're "family" after all, and she gave her word. Sure, she let him kiss her, and yes, she liked it a great deal, but it was only to give him the energy he needed. And she only liked it so much because of the enthrallment. Duh. ...But, you know, she should probably keep an extra close eye on him in case he ever needs energy again. You know. Cause of her obligation.

(In the event this is with Sam, who's already the most hard-headed one, it would be hilarious seeing these two struggle to accept their feelings for each other. Damien would be reeling)

Pre-Malix Arc (alternatively, the House Party Arc) would basically just be establishing whether or not you choose to have Mika trust The Boys TM or not, and form a bond with them. The house party would be a cover for Mika to handle some... Business with one of your associates. The Boys TM will offer to help, and you can choose to either have them stay out of it, or let them help, the latter being the option to go down if you want to get an ending with one of the incubi. (if you say no, they'll insist and end up helping anyway, but if you wanna smooch any of em, you gotta be willing to trust them a little) Then the player would decide which one of The Boys TM she would have shadowing her during her "meeting". This is how the player goes about choosing their incubus of choice. I could go in further detail, but all you need to know is that in the time leading up to the party, Mika gets progressively closer with The Boys TM, and at the party, Andrew is the associate in question and you can choose to kill him or just scare him off, the right answer depending on who you're with. James Matthew and Sam want him dead, Damien and Erik would want Mika to keep him alive.

(Word, the House Party Arc is pretty boring which is why I added in that stuff about killing Andrew. Also I don't like Andrew, I thought he was annoying in the game)

In the Malix Arc, he would be fended off by Mika herself when he first appears. Maybe after Malix tries (and fails) to shoot The Boys TM, Mika ends up rocking his shit a little bit, so Malix and what's-her-face leave. After that, your chosen incubus gives his true name to Mika, but I imagine this version of Mika would feel like she shouldn't use it, since she was the one who promised them protection. This will, inevitably, bite her later on when she gets snatched up by Malix and his crew and she gets badly hurt. You will have the option to "Keep fighting" or "Call his name" the later being the correct option.

After the fight, your chosen incubus nurses your wounds, and is ticked off that you didn't call for him sooner. He'll ask you why you waited so long, in which you claim it was to protect them. When hee asks why, you'll have an outburst between the options, "It's my job!" and "Because I love you!" the latter being the correct option. The two of you will share a heart to heart, confessing your feelings for one another, and share a passionate kiss that gets partway interrupted by the brothers being pests because why not.

Now... Then comes the Diana Arc.

At this point of our story, Mika has gotten very close with The Boys TM and your chosen incubus, having already said I love you to each other. So by the time Diana shows up to try and take them all away, she's left with two options: Leave them alone, or pry them out of Mika's cold dead hands. Since negotiation/manipulation is impossible with this Mika, Diana's only real option to take the boys is kill her.

Now, how this ends depends heavily on whether or not you chose to have Mika practice her magic. If you chose to have Mika not practice her magic, you will not be able to fight Diana at all. When she tries to kill you, Mika will die. Learning to use her magic, even just slightly, is VITAL to getting through the Diana Arc alive. If you choose to practice your magic a little, you will be able to fend Diana off via a quick time event. Then, you will have the choice to either keep fighting or call for your chosen incubus via another quick time event, the latter being the correct option. Diana will have, for lack of better wording, a complete breakdown. She's tried literally everything to get The Boys TM back, and shes at her breaking point. She'll go on a tirade about how Mika is an idiot for thinking that the incubi care about her at all, and especially to think that they could ever be in love with her. This gets shut down, causing Diana to leave in a huff. You have a feeling this won't be the last time you see her, but that doesn't matter now. What matters, is that your family is still here. He's still here.

And you're never letting him go.

(I could keep going on, but I'm sick of typing, might come back to this. Very good AU. Chefs kiss. Makes my brain go brrr)

Sooooo anyone want a mafia draft?

The beginning of the story is probably the same, the boys escaped their old lives but when they stumble into Mika’s mansion, they also stumbled into the lair of the new Don. And in exchange for housing and protection from Malix, the five were recruited into the business as Mika’s top men.

Why do they stick around? Well, after a certain “Devil Incident” they realized that Mika was both a capable fighter and loyal to her men.

If convincing them to come back was hard for Diana in the OG timeline, it’s impossible in this one. Mutual loyalty is one of the hardest things to break.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me mika #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #seduce me #mafia au

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