#lars cause i love them both

[ofdraiocht]

might add my favorite sad little sick prince

[marvelobsessed134]

“You taste divine”

Pairings: James Hetfield x Innocent!Ulrich!Reader

A/n: back with my innocent!reader brainrot fics I love them so much. Fyi reader is 18 James is like 20 something here so it’s all legal

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, non/dub con, overstimulation, loss of virginity, praise, manipulation, James takes advantage of reader’s innocence, probably not accurate to real life events but it’s fiction so it doesn’t really matter

Ever since James met you, he’s been enamored by you. You’re just so sweet and innocent and he wanted to corrupt you so badly.

It all started when he pulled up to Lars-your brother-‘s house and saw you lying on your tummy in the grass while reading a book under the tree. A delicate white dress adorning your small form. The frontman could feel his mouth watering at the sight. Unfortunately it was interrupted by your brother shouting at him to come inside so they can practice.

“Hey, didn’t know you had a sister.” James said.

Lars shrugged, “Yeah, I usually don’t tell anyone cause everyone wants to bone her. But she doesn’t even know it!” He put his hands in the air as he explained. Meanwhile the guitarists’ pants tightened.

James likes them…oblivious. It was a horribly dark fantasy he has. The need to corrupt a innocent girl.

During practice, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your sweet aura. Fuck, he had to talk to you. Even if Lars would kill him for doing so.

So one night, while the guys were having a random hangout which turned into a sleepover after they had one too many drinks, James creeped his way up to you room. The soft glow from your light peaked through the hallway and he walked inside to see your very girly pink room.

And there you were, on your tummy again but this time on your bed while you sketched something in a notebook. The blonde closed the door behind him making you jump and your head snap in the direction of the sound.

“James?” Your soft sweet voice sounded through the quiet room.

“Hey Y/n.” He responded before walking over and sitting on your bed, “Whatcha drawin’ there?” He motioned towards your notebook.

“Just some bunny rabbits cause I don’t know.” You blushed and giggled.

“You look like a little bunny rabbit.” The blonde said with a smile as he lightly pinched your cheek. You blushed more “Jamie.” You giggled. Oh god he loves when you call him that. Rarely would he ever let someone use that nickname for him but you? You can use it all you want.

“Hey do you mind if I hang out in here with you tonight? The guys are all passed out.”

“Sure.”

He took his shoes off and got comfortable on your bed. Then he leaned forward and grabbed you by your waist making you squeal in surprise before sitting you on his lap.

“James! You can’t do that!” You scolded but you were laughing.

“And why’s that?” He teased, tickling your side making you laugh and squirm, “Lars doesn’t like when- oh my goodness stop that tickles! When boys touch me.”

“Yeah? Well he’s not here now is he?” The frontman replied, stopping his tickling but moving his hand up your shirt towards your breasts.

“J-James what are you doing?” You asked dumbly.

“I just think you’re beautiful and I want to play with you, is it so difficult to understand?” Of course, you don’t know any better so you let him fondle your breasts making you moan at the foreign feeling.

“Can you take your shirt off for me baby?” You complied, taking your little white lace cami off to reveal your bare chest. His hands both came up behind you and tweaked your nipples, rolling them around in his fingers. “Jamie!” You gasped.

“Feels good doesn’t it honey?” You nodded, still a little unsure.

“Can you lay down for me?” The blonde asked gently and you nodded once again, lying down next to where he was sitting on your bed. He got up and tossed your sketchbook and pencils haphazardly onto the ground and pulled your legs so you’d get close to the edge of your bed. He carefully pulled your shorts and panties off, “Spread those legs for me baby. I just want to see how pretty you look down there.” His tone was so gentle and trusting. You had no idea how he really felt. How he was finally getting his perverse fantasy to come true.

As instructed, you spread your legs. “Oh god, look at that little pussy.” You didn’t know what any of those words meant minus the ‘oh god’ part but you felt like you could trust James, he’d never do anything to hurt you right? He’s older than you and knows more than you.

The guitarist slipped his finger up your folds making you jerk your hips up and hiss. You’re so sensitive down there. He licks his finger clean before getting down on his knees and licking a bold stripe against your pussy.

“Oh!” You moaned in surprise. The singer chuckled against you sending vibrations throughout your body. He continued to eat you out causing you to shiver and shake under him from all the newly found pleasure you experienced.

You felt yourself get overwhelmed with this tingly feeling in your cunt and you tried to back away to make James stop, “Please, James stop! It’s too much I don’t know what going on too tingly n’ itchy- oh!” You screamed out in pleasure as your first ever orgasm hit you like a truck.

“So good baby, oh my god you taste divine.” He moaned as he lapped up all your cum before standing up to check on you. He pressed a kiss to your lips before undoing his belt and letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor.

His dick sprang to life hitting his stomach before he guided it to your core, rubbing it up and down your folds making you gasp, “What are you doing now?” You asked a little nervously.

“I’m playing with you, remember?” He didn’t want you to know exactly what he was doing to keep a tiny bit of your innocence for his own sick pleasure. He slowly entered your tight hole making you hiss in pain, “James stop! That hurts!” You cried but he kept entering you, staying still for a bit to let you adjust to the feeling.

Once you calmed down he started to thrust himself inside, and the pain you felt quickly turned to pleasure as he hit your g spot over and over. James gripped your hips as he fucked you.

“Fuuuck so perfect for me. Taking my dick so good.” He growled as he upped the pace making you moan and cry out. He didn’t care if anyone heard the two of you, he was too caught up in the moment.

“Jamie!” You cried out as you felt your second orgasm arriving and hitting you again making your vision white for a second. “You’re such a good girl letting your brother’s friend play with you like this.” The vocalist moaned before he pulled out of you to shoot his load on your tummy.

He scooped up his own cum with his finger and brought it to your mouth, “open.” He commanded and you did as he said, taking his finger in your mouth and tasting the salty release.

“Good girl.”

[gimme-noodles-please]

For All Time/Lovebrush Chronicles NSFW headcannons

characters x afab! reader

—— characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael

tbh i have no idea how to write nsfw but lets gooooo

minors dni, keep your innocent eyes away

Aiyin/Ayn

he does not particularly have a high sex drive but he DEFINITELY has a lot of stamina

you know what they say about pianists? it is a fact that he is extremely good with his fingers; one of his favourite parts of his body because of how easily you fall apart from just one flick against your sweet spot. within seconds you are already whining on his fingers, begging him to fuck you

“oh? did you just cum on my fingers alone? hmm, perhaps let’s test out to see how many more orgasms you can give just from that alone~”

often times it would start off with an innocent kiss, which escalates to a passionate makeout and before you know it, you’re already tossed onto the bed with him hovering over you

Ayn is the type to praise and degrade you, but his degrading is never too harsh because he sees you as his treasure and would never want to do anything to harm you

which brings me to my next point of how he would never hit you during intercourse unless you ask him when he is in an experimental mood. he might agree to try it out but he would never take it too far

unless you are being a brat, he would not restrain himself from punishing you, either by edging or overstimulation because Ayn definitely is into both of them

Ayn is known to be protective most of the time and would easily get jealous. whenever you accompany him to lavish parties he has to go for the sake of his career, he would bring you along as his partner. but once he notices anyone settling their eyes on you for far too long, he is going to pull you into an empty room and- (im sure you guys know where it’s going)

“keep quiet, my dearest, you wouldn’t want others to hear how you are moaning like a whore on my cock, would you? you’re doing so well taking all of me, darling~”

despite telling you to keep quiet, he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously, causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. truth to be told, he does that just so whatever unfortunate soul lingering nearby would know you belong to him <3

most of the time it is the passionate lovemaking, he would go hard and fast, enjoying how you would whine and squirm under him in pleasure while he press heated kisses on your neck, cooing on what a good girl you are as he pounds you into the mattress

if you can’t tell, he has a bit of a thing for exhibitionism, whatever it’s called. but don’t worry, you two would never get caught because he would tell his bodyguards to make sure no one disturbs the both of you

^^ he likes quickies and is often teasing you to make you aroused. there was once where you visited him backstage to encourage him for his performance. “i don’t need any sort of encouragement.” he would say, and smirk at you. “unless you are offering that sort of encouragement?~”

- DOM DOM DOM. he’d bottom for you if you want to, but the moment you falter he’s taking over

- the first time you cry from how good it feels, he panics until you tell him it’s because you were feeling good, he would then aim to make you cry everytime you both are at it

Luchen/Alkaid

soft dom!!!

Alkaid is quite vanilla but if you want to experiment with something new, he wouldn’t be opposed to it as long as it is not too extreme

He is an attentive lover and will take note of what you like and where all your sensitive spots are

He is soft and gentle with you however if you wish to, he would love to do it rough. you just have to ask nicely <3

He can be a bit teasing in bed at times and would prefer edging than overstimulation. However the moment you pout and whine at him, he is already ready to stop and indulge in all of your desires

“You’re feeling good? Where? Here?” He would ask with an innocent tone as he would purposely avoid thrusting into your sweet spot, causing you to whine and pout at him as he chuckles, leaning forward to wrap you in his arms as he bottoms out inside of you. “You’re so adorable, I can never resist you.”

He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting

He loves to praise you! He would never degrade you in bed, even if he did, the way his honey-like voice whispers into your ear would make you believe he isn’t actually degrading you

Definitely loves to dirty talk to you in bed, murmuring against your neck about how good you feel and what a good girl you are for him while you lie under him moaning at every deep thrust he delivers, expertly aiming for your sweet spot

“Are you going to cum, darling? Come on, let go for me, my angel. Such a good girl for me~”

Unfortunately because you both have cats, it could be a little hard to find some alone time in bed but don’t worry! Alkaid makes it up to you by spoiling you with as many hugs and kisses as you’d like!

Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) he is quite good with his tongue, there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping, ignoring your cries in overstimulation. Alkaid would look at you sympathetically and gently rub your thighs as an apology. “I’m sorry dear, but you taste so good. Just cum one more time for me, okay?” He would say softly with a slight smile to comfort you before eating you out as if you were his last meal

Luoxia/Lars

Lars has the highest drive amongst all of the boys

He and Ayn have a lot of stamina, the most out of the others

If you are dating him, get ready to have a lot of quickies. Man is a CEO and is often times busy and so do not have time to give you the passionate lovemaking he wishes to give

You both would be doing it mostly at home or in his office

There were many times where, as a good girlfriend you are, brought him bento lunch to his office in case he forgot to eat. He’s happy to see you <3 and would ask you to feed him. It would somehow escalate to you sucking him under his desk while he works or even to fucking you over the desk, telling you to keep quiet

Which brings me to my next point that he gets turned on by the thought of getting caught. Of course he would never allow that to happen, after all your cute lovedrunk expression is reserved for his eyes and only his

“Princess, you don’t want to get caught, do you? Then i would suggest that you keep your volume down as i fuck you, alright?”

Lars definitely has a thing for breeding. He values familial bonds a lot and it wont be surprising when he talks about how much he wants to start a family with you. Often he would ask if he could cum inside of you, which you would agree to most of the times especially during quickies so you both won’t make a mess. Unfortunately the sight of seeing your combined fluids leaking out of your used hole is enough to get him hard again and end up going for 2 or more rounds

Another tease in bed. As much as he likes to see how needy you are for him, as a gentleman, he is more than happy to fulfil all of your desires. He would often tease you by changing his pace, at one time he would go fast and rough and purposely slow down once you’re at your climax, or when you tell him to slow down, he would purposely fasten his pace

He praises you a lot. Often calls you nicknames like princess, darling

Dom! It is a bit of a challenge to make him be submissive for you but he would allow you to be the one on top if you’d like to. When he notices your pace faltering as you ride him, he would smirk at you as his fingers caresses your hips. “Oh? Is my baby tired already? That’s a pity, I was just about to fill you up with my seed. You want that, don’t you?” His words would either make you eagerly start bouncing on him again or whine as you roll your hips against his, depending on how much energy you have left. He would then hold your hips in place so you won’t squirm as he thrusts upwards in an unrelenting pace, making you gasp in pleasure

Given that he is more mature, he definitely has experience in bed, however he is not the playboy you might think he is. He wants to treat you right and make sure you feel loved.

Have you seen how tall he is? 189cm. He definitely has a size kink. He loves how he towers over you or how in bed his body could easily envelope your smaller stature in a mating press as he is pounding you into the bed while you could only helplessly moan and whine under him

“My good girl can take all of me, right? That’s it. You feel so tight around me~”

Silan/Clarence

Clarence is super duper romantic and he would do anything just to make you feel good <3

Vanilla 100%

If you want to try something kinkier, he would agree but nothing that will cause you pain.

Most often times he will go deep and slow, causing you softly whine his name in pleasure as he murmurs praises into your ear

To be honest, the only experience he has is from books. He is more of the innocent type and was unsure of what to do during his first time with you. Sure, he has read some erotic writings before but he has never been with anyone this intimate before

He will always ask for your consent before proceeding. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable!

“Ngh~ I-Is this position okay? It’s not too uncomfortable, is it? Good? Alright, I just wanted to make sure, darling”

He secretly likes doing it in front of mirrors or in a position where he can see your face (missionary is a go-to) so that he could watch your every expression to make sure he is doing well. Partly also because he likes to see how good you feel, it riles him up more and would thrust into you harshly all of a sudden which makes you gasp.

Switch vibessss. As mentioned before, he is willing to try anything with you. He does not really care about who is the more dominant one. Even if that means he is bottoming to you, he is chill with it. However everytime you insist on paying attention to him, pulling orgasms again and again from him while having just one or two yourself, he will insist on returning the favour

“P-please, wanna make you feel good too, my love. Wanna make you feel at least a hundred times better~”

He is not particularly very needy, most of the time it would be initiated by you or during a significant event, like your birthday

He spoils you a lot in bed if you can’t tell. He gives in to every single plea and does his best to make you feel good

Yexuan/Cael

Even though Cael has been alive for a super long time, he actually has no idea how to go about this, after all these feelings for you are pretty foreign to him and he is still learning about how to love you better. Often times you might catch him reading some romance novels just so he can learn how to treat you like a lover

In conclusion, you are his first

He is has the least sex drive, being alive for so long and not having a partner with him already says a lot. He can survive without it, but after meeting you, he craves for physical affection a little more.

He. Definitely. Holds. Hands. During. Sex.

He is innocent when it comes to the bedroom, his actions might come across as awkward as he had researched about it in advance but this whole situation is unfamiliar to him. However he is very attentive, memorising every sensitive spot of yours

Switch! He does not mind topping or bottoming. However I feel he is more of a service top. Like Clarence, he just wants to make you feel good <3

He would constantly ask if what he was doing is okay and also asks for consent, he just wants you to be comfortable and does not want to hurt you at all. Though sometimes his timing when asking them seem to be on purpose…

As he is thrusting into you at a fast pace (at your request), his tip hitting your sweet spot at that one angle every single time, he leans in to your ear, his hands finding yours to intertwined your fingers together. “Haah~ d-does this feel good? Do you- want to go faster?” Breathing into your ear while you moan loudly in response, making him chuckle, “I take it as a yes”

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im sorry that clarence and cael is kinda short 😭 idk how to write for them

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 30: Subspace

A/n: first attempt at writing Subspace 💪

Warnings: smut, rough sex, teasing, Subspace, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

This gif I can’t 🤤

You loved teasing James, it was the highlight of your week and you’d do it at the worst times for him.

He’d be at a meeting or work dinner or something and his phone would buzz, he’d check it only to find a video of you touching yourself wearing his shirt.

He never let you have toys for this exact reason.

Metallica was on tour and you couldn’t come, but you’d made sure James didn’t get a moment alone or a moment of peace.

You made sure Kirk, Lars and Jason were keeping him busy, if not them then a crew member. You made sure he always had a roommate and his only breaks were bathroom breaks.

It’s not that you wanted to keep him stressed, it’s just that you were always sending him pictures of yourself, your body, calling him just so he could hear you cum. You wanted him pent up and aching in his jeans for you when he got back, and that’s exactly what you got.

You were sleeping when he got home, it was around 2:00 am. He didn’t care, after everything you’d just put him through, and he knew it was your doing, he needed to ruin you.

You yelped as he pulled you out of bed, he scoffed when he saw you weren’t wearing anything, not a shirt, no panties, nothing. And you had his pillow between your thighs.

He held you up against him as he tore off his own clothes, keeping you standing and pinned to his chest until he got his hard, pulsing cock and got to fuck you.

He wasn’t focusing on you, not caring if it was too much too soon because he knew you’d adjust in a minute anyway.

One arm held your torso tight to him while the other gripped your hip so tight it was sure to leave bruises. His hips slammed against you, tip causing a bulge to form in your stomach.

The room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and your moans that bordered screams as your legs shook, the only thing keeping you standing being James.

“I fucking hate you, you little bitch.” He spat through gritted teeth right next to your ear. “And you know exactly why, you know what you did, you motherfucker!” A harsh hand came down on your ass and you squealed.

You didn’t get much of a chance to recover before he was throwing you back onto the bed, climbing over you and pinning you down, pushing your face into the mattress to muffle your sounds.

You’d already had your fun thinking about how he’d react earlier, already ditzy and dazed, but now, with him breaking your back, you couldn’t even think of anything else but him, how he made you feel, how close you were, the only words formulating were his name over and over again.

He made sure you were screaming his name, sheets drenched in your mixed juices. He kept manhandling you into new positions, however he wanted, spitting curses and insults at you like it was nothing.

However, as the night wore on and the sun began to shine through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room and the both of you, he calmed down a bit.

James had been so done with you, so ready to come home and break you, and he did, but now he just missed you. His thrusts got slower and he paid more attention to your noises, your body language, making sure you were still ok through the whole thing.

“So good for me, so, so good for me, sweetheart, just give me a little more, yeah? A little more and we can sleep, darling.” He mused in your ear, kissing down your neck.

You felt everything go fuzzy, your mind and body. Your vision went white and you were in ecstasy, letting the warm feeling flood over you.

James saw this and smiled down at you, pulling out and laying beside you. “That good, huh..?” He asked, voice no louder than a whisper. He knew he couldn’t touch you, not when you were like this, it would feel too much. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead and leaving.

You were left floating in your pleasure until he came back with a tray of things, snacks, drinks, a bowl he’d fill with warm water and a cloth to wipe you down with when you were ready.

He didn’t want to touch you but he couldn’t just leave you like that so he pulled a nice warm and fluffy blanket over you, running his hand over your stomach through that to add some pressure and see how you’d react.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, laying beside you and just staring at you, “I’m not going anywhere soon, we can stay here and sleep.” He let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion weighing on him as well. “And afterwards you can tell me why you decided to be such a bitch while I was away.” He said through soft laughter, still admiring the galaxy swirling in your eyes.

[ilovepapahet]

Since my fanfics are taking awhile to come out how about some James Hetfield Viking HC

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SFW

James as a Viking I feel like he’s very stoic and mean when it comes to others (not Kirk, Lars, Jason and Cliff though) he likes to keep to himself and do whatever tasks he has to do around the village… until you came along

As soon as he’s eyes laid on you he wanted you he’s very over protective of you and hates and I mean HATES when another man from the village flirts with he won’t say anything though at least not yet as soon as the man walk away he’s walking (running) up to the guy and telling him your taken

He dose this to almost every guy who talks to you unless it’s one of his friends (unless it’s Lars but he won’t be aggressive like he is with other men)

James will end up making small talk to you being super nice and gentle with you which surprises you considering how much of a tough guy he is with other people but you don’t mind it though

you both end up talking a lot and you start to like James but how could you not when he’s been so sweet and nice to you

out of everyone in the village who isn’t friends with him you’re the nicest to him and he appreciates you in a way no one has

he helps you with the most simple tasks and duties it’s kinda funny Lars teases James about it cause he knows how much he likes you

sometimes when it’s really cold out James with give you his fur coat and you can’t argue with him no matter how hard you tell him your fine and you don’t need it he gives it to you placing in gently on you shoulders and making sure you comfortable

it’s heavy on you and it’s so comfortable the soft bear fur giving you comfort you fall asleep in it often and James will sit beside you until you wake up and thank him for giving you his coat when you didn’t even need it in the first place

James will do anything in his power to make you happy literally anything he loves seeing you smile or hearing you laugh he finds it so cute when you do

NSFW

We all know he’s top no doubt and he’s rough he’ll go from his sweet caring nature towards you to folding you in half and slamming his hips into yours

he’ll hold you down when he fucks you because you’d be squirming and withering underneath him to much but it’s not your fault his dick is big and he’s rough

he’ll leave marks all over you not caring if anyone saw them he wants people to know that your his and only his that he’s the only one who can make you feel so good in bed and he very VERY proud of it

He loved admiring your face when you cum or when you hold on to him when he finds that sweet spot deep inside you

When he’s being soft on you slowly thrusting into you he’s kissing you all over and telling you how pretty you are and how much he loves you he’ll hold you in his arms keeping you close until you both cum at the same time

And he’s great at after care he’ll clean you up first and ask if you need anything he’s staying with you until you fall asleep and your comfortable giving you the best cuddles ever and he’s brushing the hair out of your face watching you as you sleep (in the least creepiest way possible)

He always makes sure you fall asleep before him making sure your not in any discomfort and makings sure he wasn’t to rough with you

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I’m in love with Viking James

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 3: song<3

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song: in a week - hozier (inspired by this fanart by the lovely @turnipoddity). prompt week by @mychem1calbr0mance<3

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Blood soaked and seeped into Adam’s… well, everything. The doctor was softly sobbing against him. His family was gone, and now he would die in Adam’s arms. 

The two had an unspoken chemestrial bond, a trauma bond, a pact of comfort, and something more. They both knew what it was, but the words bubbling were shoved down. Adam brought a shaky hand up to rake through his hair. The phone stopped going off a few minutes ago. Lawrence couldn’t crawl over.nHe was too weak, and he knew it.

“Shh. I’ve got you. I got you, Lawrence. Just… take a deep breath. You’re not gonna be alone. I’m here.”

In his shock, Lawrence had mumbled about how scared he was of dying alone. He gripped onto Adam’s blood-soaked shirt. He wiped his tears and dragged them along the back of his ears and his neck to replicate sweat.

Adam tried not to think about what he would do after Lawrence died. It had only been an hour. If he squinted hard enough, he could see the clock. He knew it was coming. His pulse was slow, and his breathing sounded different. It scared him.

“Yo-you’re doing so good, Lar,” Adam whispered, trying not to get teary-eyed. 

“Ali? Is- is it you?” The blond croaked out. As hard as he tried, a tear fell onto Lawrence’s hair as Adam nodded. He couldn’t do this. Why did it have to be him? “U-uh, yeah. It’s me, sweetheart.” Adam choked out. “I’m here. Right here. Just me and you.” 

The younger removed his hand from Lawrence’s hair and placed it on his cheek. He bent down, pressing his chapped lips against the doctor’s forehead. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before pressing more ginger kisses onto his face. “Adam?” Lawrence croaked, the last of his strength. He hummed in response, biting back the embarrassment of not knowing when Larry suddenly realized it was him. “What’s gonna happen next?” He whispered.

His head leaned against the wall. Bile fought its way through Adam’s throat. “I don’t know, Lar.” Adam laughed softly. “We’ll stay here for hours. Maybe for years. And they’ll find us in a week. When it gets hot, and the insects have made their claim.” 

Our bodies intertwined. So still. So discreet. Adam thought.

Lawrence seemed content with this answer. “I’m going to let go now.” He said calmly. Adam pulled his limp body into his chest. “Okay.” He nodded, tears spilling. “It was- it was a pleasure, Larry.”

The eldest’s hunger appeased, his drive gone, his need to live gone, his heartbeat slow. “Two corpses we’ll be, two corpses I saw,” Lawrence whispered, his breathtaking one more inhale before blowing out and stopping. 

A shallow sob ripped through Adam’s throat.

The hours blurred into days of kissing Lawrence’s corpse, huddling him to warm him once again. The smell of rotting flesh was unbearable, even more than the pain in his shoulder and the unsatisfiable hunger in his gut. He looked down at Lawrence, guilt pooling into his body. Then over at Zepp. Then at his own arm.

Starvation it is. He thought. The color was gone from Lawrence. The sight of Zepp kept causing him panic attacks. The last time Lawrence moved was to grab Adam’s shirt and cover the corpse. 

Oddly enough, around the fourth day. A feeling of peace overtook him. He knew that meant he would die soon. Adam was ready. Oddly enough, curled into the dead body of a man he had known for eight hours and dying from a bullet wound (among various other things) had led Adam to a feeling of home. Comfort. He closed his eyes, only opening them one more time to get a good look at Lawrence. Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall. As Adam closed his eyes, he knew it would be the last time he would see the world around him. 

His arms pulled Lawrence closer. I’ll be home with you.

[nodulemodule]

I made more fankids…

And a rival and best friend for Artie…

More info under the cut

Y’all already know my Shadamy kids but Sunny is now a former G.U.N. agent. She quit. The reason why is a mystery.

We got some Knuxouge kids! Mirage, Warden, and Prickle. Mirage was meant to become the next guardian of the master emerald, but ended up passing it down to her little brother Warden who wanted it way more than her and became an actual G.U.N. agent like her mother. She takes after her mother in that way. She’s ultra tall and Warden is mad cause she was already taller than him at one year younger. Also she’s trans. Good for her. Warden is the “serious” one who is really dedicated to being the next guardian. He’s got the braincell of the three and is a short king. Prickle hates everyone and likes to be alone in nature. Despite Warden being the next guardian, Prickle is the most in tune with the emerald and angel island in general and often communicates with Tikal’s spirit. But nobody else can see, so for example, Rouge sees him talk to himself and is like “who tf is he talking to”

Tailsream kids! Lars, Specs, and Posy. L.A.R.S. stands for Laboratory Assistive Remedial Software. He is an ai that Tails made shortly before Specs was born to help him in the lab that turned out to be sentient. After specs was born, Lars dedicated himself to protecting her and being the perfect big brother. So Tails was like “Welp, I guess I have two children now.” and adopted him. They say he’s “15” just because that’s how he looks and acts. Specs is best girl. She’s very safety-minded and polite and she carries around a seemingly bottomless backpack full of anything you could ever possibly need. She’s called Specs after her glasses but also for how she would help Tails in his workshop and list of software “specs” for him. Posy is a little monster who revels in creating chaos, but she’s cute so she gets away with it. Also, she likes to drag Prickle around to act as her Guinea pig and he lets her because he’s too nice to say no.

The Silvaze Twins! They both live with their mother in the palace since they never know when the future will go to shit again, and Silver is usually there with them acting as Royal consort. Ember was born a few minutes before her brother, making her heir to the throne, which both are 100% fine with. Ember strives to be the best heir possible and takes her job very seriously. She loves to study and also practices fencing as neither she nor her brother inherited their parents psychic or pyrokinetic abilities. Her brother, Cinder, on the other hand, hates being in the palace and prefers to goof off most of the time. He’ll often try to cause trouble around the castle, which Ember will usually try to stop, except when he occasionally convinces her to join in. While Ember enjoys more classical studies, Cinder is fascinated by dimensional science and time travel and longs to explore all the countless dimensions out there.

Finally, some neighborhood kids. While Sunny’s main group is Mirage and Ember, Artie has these two weirdos. There’s his best friend Peppy, a reckless, energetic mouse who loves going on misadventures around town but is often betrayed by her own clumsiness. She and Artie are constantly arguing over who is the other’s sidekick and often have to save each other’s butts, but one thing’s for sure is these two idiots are inseparable. Spot, on the other hand, is the local delinquent and Artie’s official rival. Why? Idk, it doesn’t really matter. After all “all heroes have a rival” although this rivalry is often forgotten in favor of teaming up to get the job done or just to hang out. However, they still definitely hate each other and don’t like each other at all. They totally don’t enjoy the bantering or have a crush on the other at all. Pure rivals

Also, Sonic doesn’t have kids, he’s just the cool pseudo-uncle who visits a lot and babysits. And they all definitely have big family get-togethers and family dinners all the time. Because found family is the most important family of all. Anyway, thanks for reading imma go nap.

[aroaceleovaldez]

do you have any 75% god ocs?? like, children of demigods who have a godly parent

i imagine that it wouldn't be a common thing at all but mixing all of this ancestries it's really fun i love doing it, even if they end up kinda op,, sometimes that's the fun of it yknow

I would prefer to not refer to them by any percentages, because that feels extremely uncomfortable, but yes I have oc legacies who are also direct descendants of deities. I talked about Anton in a previous ask (legacy of Mars, child of Ceres), and I have a legacy of Summanus kid in the works who is also a direct descendant of a wind god, but I haven't decided who exactly yet and I only have one doodle of them because they are a Literal Baby and that one doodle is them as a toddler being tiny and babey.

So let's talk about some rogues I've been working on!

These are my waterfowl lesbians. They are born out of me learning that in some myths, the Graeae can turn into swans and I thought it'd be fun to make an Enyo & Nemesis duo who can both turn into waterfowl, plus I also wanted to make an Enyo & Lua combo kid who can just telekentically throw weapons around, because that's cool. Also just playing around with Enyo kids having fire eyes/demigods with nonhuman traits, because Yes Please. It's just fun. Knives ended up with an Odile/Black Swan theme, just cause I thought it'd be neat and I wanted her to look cool. Anser has some swan Valkyrie theming kinda sprinkled in there just for flavor, ergo the Thor legacy (also just fun for her being super loud + a personal hc of mine about Norse rogues being more common) even though she's a goose, not a swan.

I have plenty of other multi-legacy demigods as well, just not ones who are direct descendants specifically, because a.) I always find it fun to think of how powers and themes would mesh, and b.) I actually have a very specific headcanon that multi-legacies are super common in the First and Second cohorts, due to the whole their-families-are-more-likely-to-live-in-New-Rome thing.

I've actually been bouncing around an idea recently of Roman demigods who are children of lares, because there is mythological precedent for that and technically they are house gods. It's just the mortal parent is probably a New Rome citizen and that's sure to get awkward quick some way or another. There's no way a lar parent can not end up awkward, which is hilarious. I also have a fun OC whose concept is based on the idea of two mortals who moved to New Rome with their demigod partners but one way or another ended up single again and then married each other and had a completely mortal kid who just. Grew up in New Rome and joined the legion anyways. I'm just a big fan of getting really funky with riordanverse ocs.

[celestiarambles]

here’s another criticism of the tropes fans put in the cc tv tropes page, and it’s mostly about angela (another defending angela post i’m so sorry, long post and spoilers ahead!)

angela haters like to look and nitpick certain things she does that could probably hint at her being the mole, but fail to gloss over the good things she actually did do.

for example, her character arc in south asia, especially in plagued by death where she showcases her talents in biology and medicine is severely overlooked. here’s an example:

if you look at the recap page of plagued by death, shweta and warren are the ones listed as the big damn heroes. while yes they did do those things, they probably wouldn’t have done it if angela hadn’t intervened.

sure, shweta did tell angela all about the final ingredient needed for the cure and she did say that she was planning to share her findings with the bureau later on, but it’s hard to say whether she actually planned to share it or not. after all, angela and lars had been studying and working on finding a cure for WEEKS, but during that timespan shweta had not reached out to them even once, especially since she knew that she was the one who had created that virus. hell if the bureau didn’t find patient zero and flagged shweta as a suspect, would she actually say something to help out? if angela didn’t yell at her for hiding information from the bureau, would she still go to help them? bottom line is that shweta knew that she created the virus that caused the epidemic, and while she did help in finding out the cure, she never said anything about it to the bureau until she was first interrogated. not even basic information or anything. and basically, she only said that she was planning to TRY out the flame lily for the cure, but angela was the one who made it work.

other than that if angela didn’t find the cure, obviously warren wouldn’t have any medicine to distribute. in fact, she and the player were the ones who inform him about it personally. i don’t know if angela was aware that warren was sombra or not (given that she is sombra as well), but she still warned him about o.m medilab too.

i’m not saying that shweta and warren didn’t do enough to help with the epidemic, but it’s kinda off-putting on how angela and lars have been working their asses off to the point of sleep deprivation just to find the cure, and when angela was the one who discovered it the cc community just blatantly ignored that and said that shweta and warren were the ones who saved the day.

“well that’s because angela is the mole! she can’t do good! she’s evil!” in later cases (and seasons), both shweta and warren also became killers as well. how come they get credited with this but all that they can say about angela here is that she was “determined”? regardless of her connections with sombra, angela was the one who CREATED the cure.

“angela only worked on finding that cure because lars got infected!” even before lars got sick, they were BOTH working on it together. yes, it was obviously a factor as to why angela was determined to find the cure, but of course no sane person would want a virus like that to plague an entire country. and she’s a scientist. it’s her job. and imagine trying to find a cure knowing that someone you love’s life is on the line and only that cure would save them: there was a ton of pressure on her part during that case, more so when lars got infected too.

“but angela is sombra, she must’ve wanted that to happen since sombra’s motto is that the weak die! she’s probably been helping o.m medilab too!” she probably was aware of what o.m medilab was doing given her ties with sombra, but she seemed to be most likely against it, given that she’s in the medical field and that their actions harmed a lot of people. here’s another overlooked detail, this time in bad medicine:

if angela wasn’t against the crimes that o.m medilab had done, she wouldn’t have told elliot that dracoxia is dangerous. this may have been another case of “angela pretending to help so that the bureau wouldn’t think she’s the mole”, but if she wasn’t genuine she would’ve told elliot surface-level information about the drug. she could’ve omitted the part about how the pills weren’t tested yet and claim plausible deniability if they confronted her about it. but she still told him EVERYTHING she knew. she was clearly against their actions from the start.

“but angela’s loyal to sombra!” that’s another pet peeve i have in tv tropes’ perception of angela. the fans who put her tropes there think that she is completely loyal to sombra even though she disagrees with some of their methods and that lars is her ‘morality pet’. i really couldn’t blame them because pretty simple had written her poorly in the darkest hour, but i don’t think she was actually THAT loyal to sombra at all. she was just afraid of disobeying them because of the harm they could do to her and her family so she had to comply. and when she got arrested, everyone in the bureau was basically aware that sombra was everywhere at that point so angela had to put on this act that she did agree with sombra.

look at the sequence of events in save the world. in south asia, angela created a cure to a virus that o.m medilab, a sombra front, bought from shweta, then the bureau found out that said sombra front was embezzling funds. in east asia, the bureau discovered sombra’s child trafficking scheme, something angela was CLEARLY AGAINST to the point she feared for her children’s lives. (what didn’t help was that sombra was the one who initially took her in in the first place when her parents died, so the investigation probably made her remember her own trauma in the murder games and the death of her parents.) then in oceania, the bureau found out about the experimentation they did to the children who won the hunt, something that angela wasn’t aware about because it had never happened to her when she was raised by sombra. add the fact that elliot, their teenager colleague, was kidnapped as well.

after everything she had discovered, angela had enough. she probably wanted out of sombra that time. which is why sombra made the bureau’s plane crash in africa to keep her in line. to threaten her.

i’m not trying to say that angela didn’t do anything wrong. i just think that she isn’t as bad as people make her out to be. she clearly knows what’s right and what’s wrong, even if she wasn’t married to lars. she just had to make a lot of difficult choices that time just to protect herself and her family. players know her for all those choices and for all the bad things she did, but fail to acknowledge the good things that she actually did do. i mean girlie won a whole NOBEL PRIZE for god’s sake, which in real life is difficult especially for a woc like her. and even if she did it out of guilt, she created this whole charity to help orphans and adopted children, and it’s even deeper when we acknowledge the fact that she herself became an orphan.

TLDR: angela committed crimes and did a lot of bad things, but whether you like her or not, she still did some good things as well. don’t ignore or downplay that just so that she could fit into this villain narrative.

[in-hav3n]

So I have a request. I saw the post you did of Y/N taking Care of James after he got his arm burned. I was wondering if you could reverse the rolls? Like Y/N is a part of Metallica (like a second bassist of guitarist), is James’s girlfriend, and instead of James not being able to live away from the fire in time Y/N is the one who can’t. So in other words what it would be like if the burn happened to Y/N instead and how James would react.

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑

WARNINGS : mentions of pyro accident

Sat on the waiting room of the Montreal hospital, head into his hands, James tried to recover from the previous hours events. In just a few seconds, the worst happened. Something they could never ever imagined happened, making his own world falling apart.

"Do you want a coffee, man?", Lars asked, placing a gentle and comfort hand on his friend's shoulder. James slowly moved his body to face the drummer and simply nodded. He wasn't thirsty but a hot coffee would maybe help him to relax a little. Lars nodded back and disappeared into the double doors, going straight to the cafeteria.

Since two hours now James was waiting in this depressing corridor for some news of you and he slowly started to go crazy. He was waiting to see this damn white door getting opened on a doc or nurse to tell him you were safe...

or not...

He sighed at this idea and rested his head against the wall behind him, his palms nervously rubbing his thighs. They were sweaty and he didn't like it. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths but it was impossible to relax. Pictures of the accident immediately crossed his mind and made him shivered.

He could still pictured you on the stage, him on a side, you on the other. You were both rocking hard, playing "Holier than thou" and performing probably one of the best show of your career and life until you stood at the wrong place at the wrong time...

James realized too late where you were and when the fire started, he could just heard your screams throughout the riffs, saw your body stepping back and falling on the stage. He didn't think twice. His instinct told him to react quickly.

James pulled off his guitar that fell on the ground and ran over you. Kirk and Lars didn’t see what happened and wondered why their friend stopped playing until they noticed you. They joined James and some staff members who came to see what's going on. But soon enough they decided to talk to the audience who was wondering too what was happening.

James fell on his knees next to you, not caring about the pain he could fell, and grabbed your face. You were pale, big drops of sweat were running along your forehead as you were whining off pain. Your arm was completely burned and James could see your arm's flesh burned and red. He tried to not look frightened or scare cause it wasn't the time to falter. But it was so difficult...

"Stay with me baby...", he kept whispering, your eyes watered by your tears of pain and your mouth tensed up by the pain. He saw you moving your eyes to look up at him but you were like paralyzed by the pain and the fear, you couldn't even speak.

"Everything will be alright...". He heard his own voice cracking under the emotions and tried to remain calm. But he knew how much a burn could be serious...

Suddenly, two medics arrived and proceeded to take you to the nearest hospital. James heard them babbling about how serious this was and tried to keep a cool head. He saw the panic in your eyes when they grabbed you by your head and feet to place you on the stretcher.

"It's okay love, they're gonna save you. I won't leave you I promise", he grabbed your hand and held it until they walked out of the stage to put you in the ambulance. He didn't leave you a single minute, hearing the audience and his band mates voice vanishing slowly...

This image would be stuck in his mind forever. No doubt. He sighed again and started to shake his leg nervously. Damn, we arrived 2 hours ago, how many hours do they need to save her? . He felt a urge to smoke or to drink, he couldn't tell but right now, he needed anything that would make him forget the fact he was waiting desperately for a single new of you. But it wasn't the time to leave the place. He was ready to stay here forever if he had to...

The door opened again but not the one he had hoped. It was Lars coming back with two coffee cups. He thanked him and grabbed the cup he was handing to him. The hot liquid comfort him a little, as he expected but not for long...

"Still nothing?", the drummer asked his friend, blowing out over his coffee cup. James shook his head and leaned his elbows on his thighs.

"Nothing...and it's been 2 fucking hours".

"Easy James...I'm sure they do the best they can. She'll be there soon", Lars said to comfort his friend, knowing his temper. He was surprised James didn't make a scene or didn't break everything in the hospital yet.

James sighed loudly and ran a hand into his long hair. "I'm going fucking crazy. My mind is showing me horrible images of tonight, I-...", he shut himself and though carefully of the words he was using. "I wouldn't survive if she...", he couldn't say it loud and heard his own voice cracked.

"Hey....", Lars said with a soft voice, grabbing his friend's shoulder to squeeze it. "She's a strong girl. She won't leave you that easily man. You know her. She will overcome this, she'll be alright". James nodded and hoped his friend was alright...He had lost his best friend and brother a few years ago, he could't face another loss.

Like if Lars' words had been magical, the double white doors brusquely opened on a doctor. He walked over them, taking off his surgery's gloves. James quickly got up and gulped when he saw the blood on those gloves he was pulling it off. He tried to read the doctor's face to have an answer. Was he mad? Was he sad? Was he content? He couldn't tell.

"Mr Hetfield?", he asked with his serious voice as he stopped in front of the frontman.

"How is she doc ? Is she alright ? Can I see her?", James immediately asked.

"Easy James...", Lars repeated as he grabbed his friend's arm to make him stop harassing the doc with questions.

"Yes she's alright. Your girlfriend is safe now. We could treated her burns but she'd need to stay here for a while. She needs a specific medication", he started to explain but James was only hearing "she is safe".

He nodded at everything the doc said and sighed loud of relief when he left, telling them they were preparing you to go to a private room where James could meet you.

"See, I told you she was a strong girl!", Lars said as he happily hugged James, wearing a big smile on his face. James hugged his friend back, his smile hurting his cheeks. His heart could beat at a normal pace now.

"Wow...what a relief! I can't wait to see her", he said as clapped his hands together, feeling more than ready to see you. He had so many things to say but he already knew that the first thing he'd say to you was how much he loved you...cause with these 2 hours of waiting, he realized even more how much you meant to him.

A/N : OMG this idea is absolutely perfect ! James and girlfriend being in the same band, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Hope you'll like it <3

[ihavenolife346]

Don’t Forget Me PT.2

Pairing: 1998/2002 James Hetfield x f!reader

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and crying

Characters: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Jason Newstead, Lars Ulrich, Francesca Hetfield, Y/N

Summary: James never meant to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t his wife. They fell in love…but knew they couldn’t be together as long as they wanted too.

Requested: Yes, one of my friends asked me to write a second part so here you are babes:>

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/

“Hi pretty girl.” His voice rang through her ears. Even though it was 3:18 in the morning in France, Y/N was wide awake now.

She could never mistake his voice…she never could. “J-James.” Y/N, shot up from her bed. It’s been 4 years since she had left…4 years since he told her his wife was pregnant. Y/N honestly never did expect to receive a call from him ever again. Though that never meant she stopped thinking about him. Somehow, no matter where she was, who she was talking to, who she was working for, he always lingered back into her mind.

Y/N heard James let out a loud sigh, “god you have no idea how happy I am to hear you.” Y/N found herself lightly giggling at his expression. As happy as she found herself being that he called, she was still wondering why he was. As bad as Y/N felt about it, she was hoping he was calling because it wasn’t working with Francesca anymore. But if he was just calling cause he needed a friend, she was ok with that too.

“Yea…it’s really good to hear you too James. What’s wrong?” Y/N could tell he was bothered by something. Even after 4 years, she could still read him like a book.

“Can I not call you cause I miss you?” James slightly teased, visibly relaxing at the sound of the small giggle she let out.

“You know what I mean James.” Y/N tried her best to sound serious, unable to contain the fact that she was really happy to hear from him. Y/N remembered exactly what she wrote in the letter she left him. She was being serious when she told him if things didn’t work out, or if he ever just needed a friend.

James remembered just how stubborn she was. When she had a question, she never stopped still she got the answer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said in your letter.” James’s voice was hardly above a whisper.

Y/N softly smiled. That sentence gave her what she mainly wanting to know. “And?” Y/N pushed on.

James took a pause for a second. “Things haven’t been going good for a long time…” James knew he should feel guilty about giving up on his marriage, but he didn’t, he knew it wouldn’t work, and he tired, so he didn’t feel guilty.

Y/N knew it was wrong, but she felt happy the second he said that. “I’m sorry to hear that James.” Y/N tried to sound understanding.

James immediately started busting up laughing, “we both know you aren’t.” James wasn’t even offended.

Y/N started laughing as well, “can’t blame a girl for trying to make it seem so.” Y/N heard Dave groan next to her. Every tour, they always shared a room when Jordyn wasn’t touring with them.

“Shut the hell up Y/N.” Dave grumbled, throwing one of his pillows over to her bed in attempt to hit her.

Y/N grumbled, “one second James.” Y/N didn’t even let James respond before she took the phone away from her ear. “Shut the hell up Dave, you’re fine.” Y/N snapped back playfully, earning the finger from her friend before he turned back around to go back to sleep.

James felt his heart stop when he heard a man’s voice in the background. Was Y/N seeing someone? Was she is the same bed as another man? “Hey, sorry. Dave decided to be annoying.” Y/N snickered.

“It’s ok…who’s Dave…?” James asked hesitantly, not wanting to come off as jealous. It’s been 4 years, he wouldn’t blame her if she had found someone else.

Y/N knew his tone, that was the tone he used whenever something was bothering him or when he was jealous. Y/N lightly giggled at the fact that he was bothered by it. “Oh Dave? Just the guy I work for. Dave Grohl.” Y/N giggled at how jealous James sounded.

“Oh shit,I forgot you were working with them, still are I take it?” The name immediately clicked in James’s head.

“Yea! I have been since I left.” Y/N shrugged. She had grown quite close with the Foo Fighters members over the past few years.

“Y/N….! You know I love you, but please shut the actual hell up please.” Dave groaned, almost fully awake now.

“Fine…” Y/N sighed. “I’m sorry, I really have to go.” Y/N really didn’t want to hang up, but she knew she had stuff to do in the morning.

James sighed, “yea, yea, that’s perfectly fine. Call me back whenever you can.” As much as he didn’t want her to go, he knew it was late for her, and that she had things to do in the morning.

Y/N didn’t want to hang up, “Can you call me again 3:00ish your time? See ya rockstar.” Y/N sighed.

“Yea, yea I will. Bye pretty girl.” James felt a small appear on his face. It felt so good to hear her voice again.

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“Soooooooooooo.” Dave came up behind Y/N, making her almost choke on her sandwich.

“D-dude!” Y/N choked, slightly jumping. “You scared the shit out of me!” Y/N playfully slapped the guitarist.

“You gonna tell me who you were talking to last night?” Dave blew off her other comments, a grin on his face.

“How’d I know this was coming.” Y/N giggled.

“Well you woke me up at like 4:00 in the morning, so yes, yes it was coming.” Dave hand a snarky grin on his face. “Welllllllllllll?” Dave drew out his question.

Y/N knew she had no way out of this. “God damn you…fine.” Y/N grumbled, watching Dave grin from ear to ear. “So…you know that I guy I told you about from San Francisco?” Y/N started, getting a nod from Dave.

“Yea, the guy you were with but ended things cause his wife was pregnant.” Dave remembered the story word for word.

“Well I got a call from him last night…” Y/N hadn’t taken their conversation out of her mind ever since she woke up.

“Based on how much yapping you did, I’m going to guess it went well?” Dave teased.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, “yeaaaaaa, he wants to see me again.” Y/N sounded like a little girl with her first crush.

“How much time do you need off?” Dave didn’t even bother asking to already know what she was wanting.

“Oh no, it’s ok, I can just tell him that I can go see him at the end of the tour.” Y/N didn’t want to miss any pay she could get.

“Payed leave, you never take vacations, you deserve it. And I can tell you wanna see him. How long do you need off?” Dave remembered the stories she told him about who she claimed to be the love of her life, he remembered laughing his ass off when he found out it was James Hetfield.

“Maybe a week and a half?” Y/N knew she wouldn’t win this.

“I’ll put you in for two weeks.” Dave got up to get back to rehearsal for tonight’s show.

Y/N knew he would t let her talk him out of 2 weeks, “thank you Dave!!” Y/N couldn’t wait to get James’s call tonight.

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Right on time, the phone rang, making Y/N practically run to pick it up. “Hi!” Y/N spoke the second she picked up the phone.

“You sound happy.” James smiled.

“I am…” Y/N trialed, “quick question.” Y/N added.

“What’s up?” James wondered. He wasn’t too worried about the guys getting mad that he was on the phone, when he told them what happened the night before they were all perfectly fine with him calling.

“Can you pick me up from the airport ok Friday?” Y/N grinned. She found everything she needed, flights, hotel, all she needed to know was if he could pick her up or if she needed a car.

“Wait, you’re coming on Friday??” James wanted to make sure he heard her right. Him and Francesca were already sleeping on separate beds, he could always get a hotel for a few nights to see Y/N and to get away from her.

“Dave gave me two weeks off, wanted to make sure everything was cool with you before I booked it.” Y/N couldn’t get the smile off her face.

James didn’t even have to think about it, “yes! Yes! Book it. Do you need money?” James hadn’t felt this excited in years.

“Ok! I’ll book it, I’ll be in San Francisco Friday afternoon at like 2:00 I think. And no, I don’t need any money.” Y/N giggled. She remembered how he always liked to make sure she was taken care of with whatever it was.

“Ok! Let me know the flight details and when you land then.” James felt like a little kid on Christmas.

“Yea, yea, I will! Ok well…I’ll see you Friday!” Y/N couldn’t believe she could say that now. She was seeing him again. “Oh! What’s your cell number? My phones weird overseas, doesn’t show me your number. Just so I can text over the flight info.” Y/N asked.

“Oh yea, of course. It’s *** *** ****.” James hadn’t wiped a smile off his face ever since she picked up the phone.

Writing down the numbers, “ok! Well I’ll text that over to you once I get booked, and I’ll text you sometime tomorrow. I have a busy morning.” Y/N once again didn’t wanna go, but she knew she had too.

“I’ll let you go then. I bet it’s late. Um…I can’t wait to see you.” James still hadn’t processed that Y/N was going to be with him in not even 3 days now.

“I can’t wait to see you too James. I’ll text ya tomorrow.” Y/N grinned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.” James had never wanted Friday to come faster in his life than now.

[frc-ambaradan]

A few thoughts on Thrawn’s portrayal in Ahsoka

First thing first: I think they absolutely nailed him.

Lars Mikkelsen is perfect and I don’t think there could ever been another actor fit to bring Thrawn alive. We’re talking about the same man who got an Annie Nomitation for his voice performance in Rebels. He knows the character, he knows how Thrawn speaks, the way he moves, he knows how to use silence... and he absolutely kills it!

And, let’s forget about the new canon for a moment, shall we? 

This Thrawn looks like he just jumped out of “Heir to the Empire”. 

Looks like Filoni’s going for the more Moriarty-like, more evil Legends Thrawn. And, as much as I love the new books, that’s the Thrawn we first met and loved, the character who became the standard bearer of the Expanded Universe, one of the greatest villains of the franchise second only to Darth Vader and one of the best characters in Sci-fi fiction. That’s a guy who’s politely conferring with you a moment before and the second later he’s having a tractor beam technician be dismembered by his bodyguard.

Pellaeon never even saw Rukh move. Pieterson certainly never had time to scream. From farther down the crew pit came the sound of someone trying valiantly not to be sick. Thrawn glanced over Pellaeon's shoulder gain and gestured, and the silence was further broken by the sound of a pair of stormtroopers coming forward. "Dispose of it," the Grand Admiral ordered them, turning away from Pieterson's crumpled body and pinning Colclazure with a stare. "The error, Ensign," he told the other softly, "has now been corrected. You may begin training a replacement." Timothy Zahn, Heir to the Empire (1991)

The infinite pauses Mikkelsen makes, with Thrawn just staring at his interlocutor in silence, are so unnerving and so perfectly in character. Pick any page of the Thrawn trilogy where the Grand Admiral’s talking to Pellaeon and you’ll find the same feeling of fear and malaise. 

And guys, Thrawn was never meant to be likeable. He’s not a puppy, he’s a wolf. He’s someone to be admired for his tactical genius, to be respected for his abilities; you can understand his reasons and his way of thinking but still he’s someone to be wary of and to be feared. You can talk with Thrawn. He will listen and will understand your point, but once you find yourself between him and his goal, you’re dead.

Not surprisingly, Grand Admiral Thrawn was inspired by General Rommel. And they indeed are very similar (I might say they’re basically clones ^^): both military geniuses coming from the lower ranks of society and raising to the highest ranks of the army by sheer talent and yet pretty much naive when it comes to politics and highly opposed by other high ranking officers driven mostly by pure envy (hell! Rommel was taken in higher regard by the British than by his fellow German high ranking officers! In fact, Rommel kept his rank only because Hitler liked him, just like Thrawn did because Palpatine liked him).

Erwin Rommel and Mitth'raw'nuruodo are basically the same person in two different universes...

Both Thrawn and Rommel are well mannered, honourable and very professional officers, considerate to their troops and respectful of their adversaries and as such highly esteemed by both their men and their enemies. That doesn’t change the fact that they both have their fair amount of atrocities on their shoulders, they work for the most evil governments of their age and both have pretty close personal relationships with the Emperor and with Adolf Hitler. And still. You can fight on the wrong side of history and still be an honorable man.

That said, I’ve read complains about Thrawn's physique and yes, I didn’t like his belly either when he first showed up but that was just for a fraction of a second ‘cause the moment he opened his mouth I was totally sold.

Why? Because physical prowess isn’t Thrawn’s main characteristic. Yes, he’s a very well trained warrior and a martial arts expert, but the reason why he’s such a great character is his charisma, it’s his brain and, if I'm right, the Thrawn we have in Ahsoka is the evil cat- ops, I mean ysalamiri-petting Thrawn ^^.

And guys, people do age, even chiss. Thrawn’s 70 years old, he has every right to get old and look old. And that belly looks like a very deliberate choice to me.

Ten years separate Rebels Thrawn from Ahsoka Thrawn, ten years and an inter-galactical hyperspace jump. People change. And get old.

Also, you must consider the fact that Thrawn was wrapped in the purrgill's tantacles when they jumped into hyperspace, so it's safe to assume that he substained heavy injuries and that his body was heavily affected by it. We also don't know how well he fared while stranded for ten years in an unknown galaxy, meddling with stuff he should stay kilometers away from (let's face it: it never ends well when he starts meddling with the Force or anything he has no real grip or power on).

I don't know, but I don't think chiss are made to fly in hyperspace.

So, on a closing note... is Thrawn's make-up perfect? No.

Is that such a big problem? No. What the make-up doesn’t achieve, the actor’s performance will.

And hear me out, there is room for improvement and I’m sure they will fill the gap. They did with Ahsoka… remember how everyone criticized her lekku in The Mandalorian? That was because of an actual, practical reason, but they did manage to correct it and they did improve it. Ahsoka looks great now. And just how they did with her, they will improve Thrawn’s appearance as well.

It’s impossible to nail something at first try. And it's impossible to appease everyone.

I work as a digital artist and I can tell you that sometimes you just can’t do the best you can, because maybe the budget doesn’t allow it or there’s just too little time to do it (or people just keep asking change after change 😒), but once you’ve got the basis, and I think they’ve got pretty solid basis with Thrawn, to improve the look of him adding details and correcting those little errors is gonna be a much easier job and you’ll, see, he’s gonna look much better in the next season.

Sometimes things don’t need to be perfect to work. And Mikkelsen’s Thrawn works, because it’s Mikkelsen and because it’s Thrawn.

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 28/? Word count: 3021 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 26. Bodyguards

"You've been to Monza before, right?" Galileo asked when he saw Matilde glancing outside of the car window.

Matilde looked at him. "Yes, once, during COVID," she smirked.

"Aha, it makes sense now."

"What?"

"You look so surprised to see this all happening."

Matilde ran her hand through her hair. "Yeah. It is generally known how passionate the Tifosi are, but I've never witnessed it myself. I mean, we have so much security around the factory for the entire week, and we are all being escorted to the track... I feel like I'm Beyoncé," she said. "I am not even allowed to drive myself to the track." She pointed at the chauffeur in front of her.

"It's Monza, Matilde, the home race of Ferrari. What else did you expect?" Galileo asked, slightly confused by her comment.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "I did expect this, but I'm still perplexed by it. It's not like I have been a Ferrari team principal before, or worked for Ferrari," she shot back.

"Wait until you manage to win," he said. "Wait and see..."

"We will see."

They approached the circuit. Matilde couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, the weight of expectation heavy on her shoulders. Galileo's words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the importance of this race. Winning at Monza wasn't just about the points, it was about capturing the hearts of the fans. And winning as Ferrari at Monza was about capturing the hearts of the Tifosi, the legacy and the country. For Matilde, it was also about proving herself worthy of leading one of the most iconic teams in Formula 1. But amidst the nerves and the pressure, there was also a sense of determination burning within Matilde. She was ready to embrace the biggest challenge of this season, to rise to the occasion and show the world what she and her team were capable of.

"It's like stepping into a different world," Matilde murmured, her eyes glued to the bustling activity around them.

Galileo nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring her excitement. "If you thought the Dutch fans were intense at Zandvoort... There's nothing quite like the atmosphere at Monza," he remarked, his voice tinged with reverence. "We've got quite the reception waiting for us." He gestured to the crowds gathered outside the gates.

She felt a surge of nerves mingling with her excitement. The weight of expectation hung heavily in the air, but she refused to let it overwhelm her. This was her moment to shine.

Inside the gates, the car stopped; they reached their destination. With a deep breath, Matilde squared her shoulders and stepped out of the car, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She and her team worked towards this weekend for the entire year.

Matilde was welcomed by a lot of photographers. She just ignored them; she loved working for Ferrari, but she hated the attention from the people and media. One of the reasons for ignoring the media was because her entire family was waiting in front of the paddock gates. Her family noticed her, causing Lars' daughter to run to her aunt.

"Mati!" Ottilie shouted and ran into Matilde's arms.

Matilde's face softened when she saw the little girl wearing a red Ferrari team shirt. "Ottie," she smiled and picked the girl up.

"Look!" Ottilie said and looked down at her shirt. "The same colour!"

"You look stunning," she replied and kissed Ottilie's cheek. Matilde walked to her family and came to a halt when she saw her brothers both dressed up in a black suit, black ties and sunglasses; looking like bodyguards. "What is daddy wearing? He is crazy, isn't he? So is Jensie," Matilde asked Ottilie.

"I don't know," the girl replied, wrapping her arms around Matilde's neck.

"What are you wearing?" Matilde scowled.

Jens didn't show any emotion, but kept looking around like he was a true bodyguard. However, Lars was willing to answer. "You told us to look sharp. Plus, it's Ferrari."

Matilde looked at her father, who was hiding his laugh. This was all about embarrassing Matilde at her work. She didn't expect anything else, if she was honest. Her brothers always found a way to embarrass her. And she did the same to them, if she could. But she couldn't deny the pride she felt seeing her family gathered here to support her. Despite their playful teasing, their unwavering support meant the world to her.

Matilde greeted her father and his girlfriend, her mother and her husband and Lars' wife, Lene. She also introduced them to Galileo. Only Jens and her father met Galileo before, and Lars only spoke to Galileo over the phone.

After a quick chat, everyone moved to the paddock. The media quickly picked up the appearance of Matilde's family. Not only because they hadn't seen her family before, but also because of the two men in the black suits; their entire appearance screamed authority. Not everybody was sure if they belonged to her family or if they were hired bodyguards.

"Ey, Jørgensen!"

Matilde, Jens, Lars and their father turned around, listening to the name.

A smile grew on Kevin's face, but he quickly straightened his face when he saw Lars and Jens all dressed up. He showed them a 'what the fuck' gesture and walked over to them with his family on his side. "Acting as bodyguards, huh?"

"We are her big brothers. If they fuck one more time with our little sister... They need to see with whom they're messing with," Lars spoke.

Kevin looked at Matilde, who just looked extremely unamused.

"Please, take off your jacket and tie. You are fu-" Matilde sighed when she realised she couldn't swear because of the little girl on her hip. "You are embarrassing me in front of my team, fans, media, and the world. Make it stop."

Jens and Lars only smiled.

"Oof," Kevin said, feeling sorry for Matilde.

Not much later, in the middle of the paddock, there was a Danish meeting with Matilde's and Kevin's family. It drew curious glances from onlookers. Both Kevin and Matilde were known for their privacy, so seeing them surrounded by their families, sparked intrigue among those nearby.

Charles and Carlos also arrived at the track and went to the Ferrari hospitality, attending the first briefing of the day. The group of people in the middle of the paddock stood out to everyone. They both ignored it at first, but then they noticed their team principal was part of the group. Still, they didn't pay much attention to it because they were in their own world, meeting fans and thinking about all the possibilities of the weekend.

"Who are those two men next to Matilde?" an engineer asked. "Those in the suit."

"I don't know, but they look dangerous."

"Did she really hire bodyguards?"

Charles sat down on his spot and he glanced in the direction of Matilde. "They're her brothers," he said.

"And how do you know that?" The chief mechanic looked curious.

"I met one of them at Silverstone. And I assume the other guy is her other brother," Charles shrugged.

Matilde entered the room with two tangerines in her hands and her bag. "Ciao tutti, buongiorno."

After a minute, the last person to arrive also entered the room, and the briefing about Monza started. The briefing was filled with upcoming plans, strategies, agenda, and other important topics.

The team experimented with different strategies and data during the first free practice. It was a good and valuable session for both drivers, P2 and P3. To the team, it wasn't about being the best today but about collecting as much data as possible to make as few mistakes as possible during the moments when everything has to be perfect. It was also a pre-race moment for Matilde to deal with the Italian pressure.

Between the free practices, interviews were planned. Charles was interviewing an influencer for a specific brand. The influencer, a charismatic girl with a beautiful smile and effortless charm, leaned closer to Charles, her eyes sparkling enthusiastically. Her gestures were animated, her voice laced with playful undertones as she asked questions and listened carefully to Charles' responses.

Charles seemed entirely at ease, his smile warming and sincere, matching the influencer's. His gestures were open and inviting, and his words flowed smoothly as he recounted anecdotes and shared insights into this weekend.

The interview was being held near the Ferrari facility. Matilde was sitting on the terrace with Galileo, they were eating lunch and discussing the schedule. Well... There wasn't much to say. Matilde watched the interview happen, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of anxiety as she observed Charles. She noted the easy banter and shared laughter between them, a sight that stirred a subtle tension in her chest. The influencer looked so... 'Oh, I don't know anything about F1, but I totally have a crush on Charles Leclerc'.

"Matilde," Galileo dramatically said. "Even with your sunglasses on, people can see how judgemental you are." He amusingly took a sip of his drink.

Matilde looked at her assistant. She gave him a fake smile. "Anyway, what were you saying?"

"Nothing special," he smirked. "But your family is huge. They took all the family passes this weekend." He jokingly said and winked.

"Long live divorced parents," she shrugged. The stepparents both left their kids at home, and I saved you from begging for more passes."

He took a deep, dramatic breath. "How many kids?"

"Two on both sides. On my mum's side it is two girls, both younger than me, and on my dad's side a girl and a boy, both older than me. It's fun whenever I see them. Do you have siblings?"

He was shaking his head. "Only child. My parents wanted a big family, but unfortunately, it was not granted to them." A soft smile came on his face when he realised Matilde opened up. Their relationship took baby steps. It took a while, but slowly, they got there. "Anyway, TV3 requested an analysis interview on Sunday, before the race. Do you want me to cancel it? I must squeeze it in between Sky Sports Italia and Canal+ France."

"Hmm, try to squeeze them in; otherwise, cancel Canal+," she said, making a decision. "Denmark is more important than France, for me personally."

"Yes, noted."

Despite Matilde's attempts to focus on other tasks, her attention kept drifting back to Charles's interview, her thoughts clouded by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She found herself analysing every interaction between Charles and the influencer. At some point, the influencer placed her hand on Charles' bicep. Matilde's eyes widened, and she looked away in disgust. Her eyes met Galileo's gaze, he was sharing the same look as here. They both burst into laughter because they both saw it happening.

"Sorry," Matilde said and covered her mouth with her hand. "We would make a great judgemental duo."

"That's why I'm your assistant," he grinned. "Your facial expressions are safe with me." Quickly after that, a warm, but soft smile grew on his lips. But only for a second. He gave the man who was approaching them just a casual smile. "Hey."

"Hi," the man smiled.

Matilde turned around and looked up at the man. She had never seen him before, but he seemed to be one of Galileo's guests. She smiled softly.

"Matilde, this is Gino. Gino, this is Matilde," Galileo introduced the two to each other.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Matilde said, giving the well-dressed man a hand. He was probably around the same age as Galileo—30-ish. He looked like he stepped out of Vogue magazine.

"Nice to meet you, too," Gino smiled. "Do you mind if I..." He pointed at the free chair.

She gestured for Gino to sit, a grin gracing her lips. "No, no, please, take a seat." Matilde had just finished her lunch, just like Galileo. "I will look for my family." She got up and collected the empty plates and dirty cutlery, also from Galileo's side. "I will see you in a bit," she said to Galileo. "And welcome to Monza, Gino. I hope you will have a great time here."

"Thank you," Gino smiled.

"Don't forget that Netflix will be here in an hour," Galileo reminded her.

Matilde took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Thanks, I forgot about that. Is there any way to avoid them?" She didn't like the Netflix series, but that was because they dramatised everything, and Matilde preferred to keep it low profile and real. And she didn't like to be in the spotlight.

"Nope," Galileo amusingly said. "Do your hair and makeup. And prepare your smile!"

She put on a forced and fake smile.

"Excellent! Go, Matilde, go!"

* * *

Charles climbed out of his car when the team positioned him back in the garage. Matilde turned around on the pitwall, facing the garage boxes. The end of the second free practice was nearing, and it was again a good session. This time, Carlos finished his session with the fastest time, and Charles had the third time, well, for now. A few drivers were still trying to get everything out of the car.

Matilde's eyes were focused on Charles when he removed his helmet from his head. He gave it to Andrea. Then he zipped his suit open, pulling his arms out of the sleeves. Matilde held her breath as she watched him with a mixture of admiration and... She wanted it to be respectful, but it was more than that. The black fireproof was beautiful, hot, sexy... Matilde swallowed hard when she realised what she was thinking; she was disappointed in herself for thinking that way. She cleared her throat and turned around again, facing the monitors.

Soon after that, the free practice ended. Some of the team started to tidy up the garage, and the others made their way to the briefing area again. Matilde made a quick stop at the hospitality to grab a few snacks.

"Tils," Lars said and padded Matilde's shoulder. "How did it go?"

Matilde turned around to see her brother. "Fine," she yawned. "I think we have some valuable data."

"Tired?"

"I haven't slept in days. I'm living on nerves, adrenaline and coffee," she mumbled and leaned against the coffeebar, while giving her brother a thumbs up.

He nodded and showed a thin-lipped smile. "Hmm, that's not healthy."

"I know but I can't help it."

"But... It looks so cool to see you work. May I ask who designed this livery, though?"

An amusing smile came on her face. "You always have to say something about something," she smirked. "Go ahead."

"Those suits... McDonald's, who?"

She snorted. "Piss off," she said and shook her head. "I'm not a huge fan of it either, but the decisions were already made before I came." She looked at the barista, who was making her an espresso. "McDonald's," she mumbled. Matilde then straightened her back and reached for Lars' neck. "Don't ever pull a stunt like this again," she disapprovingly said and untied his tie. "I had so many people asking me if you were my bodyguard."

Lars playfully smiled. "Then it worked."

"Whose idea was it?" She handed over the tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.

"Dad's, actually. Well, he made a joke about it and Jens and I just decided to do it. I mean, if Ferrari messes one more time with our little sister... Now they know whom they have to deal with."

She shook her head. "Don't do this ever again,"

"The look on your face was worth it."

"Fuck off," she said to Lars. Then, the barista served her an iced latte and asked Lars if he wanted something. He passed. "Grazie," Matilde smiled at the barista and grabbed some fruit. "What do you think of the weekend so far?"

"I don't know, it's only Friday."

She sighed loudly.

Lars laughed. "I like it. It's a whole new experience to witness everything from the garage."

"I just hope we don't fuck it up," she groaned. "If we don't win, I don't know if they want me to stay." Matilde bit on the inside of her cheek. "Perhaps you should wear this outfit tomorrow again," she only mentioned.

He raised his eyebrows. "What did they say?"

"Basically, if we don't win this weekend, the board is keeping an extra eye on me because, apparently, I'm not reaching their expectations. They cranked up the pressure. If I don't win, there will be another midterm interview, and if I don't win for the next two races, I'm out," she said. "Which is fucking bullshit because we don't have to win to win the championship. But whatever."

A laugh escaped his lips. "Are you serious?" He ran his hand through his hair and leaned against the standing table. "What the hell. Is this how leading a team works?"

"Leading Ferrari? Yes." Matilde smiled. "But I will make this team win Sunday and every race after Sunday."

"That's the spirit."

"But what does Ottie think of this spectacle?" Matilde then asked.

Lars widely smiled. "She... She thinks it's amazing. But I don't think she fully understands it, but she's having a good time. And, of course, Laura is here, so they play around a lot. But Tils, since when have you and Kevin been best friends?"

"Since he's the only Dane on this grid," she smirked. "He's the only one here who's no-nonsense." Matilde took a sip from her coffee. "Besides Max, of course."

"Hah."

"Matilde!" Matilde looked around, her eyes meeting Galileo's, who stood at the entrance of the hospitality facility. He raised his arm and pointed at his watch. "One minute!"

She nodded and looked back at her brother again. "Anyway, I will see you tonight. At what time have you made that reservation?"

"Seven, but take it easy. You're working, so no stress."

"Stress, what is that?" she asked sarcastically. "Never heard or felt about that before." Matilde stepped away. "I will keep you updated."

Lars nodded and smiled. "Good luck. And make them win."

"Will do." That said, Matilde left the hospitality and returned to the debrief. 

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Chapter 24

Sometimes the worst prisons are in our own minds....

Caliban set his coffee cup down on the nightstand, and picked up his phone.  He had an idea that might help Adira to relax and feel more comfortable.  Scanning his thumb to unlock it, he turned his head to look over at his wife.  His. Wife.  He was coming to like the sound of it, even though right now it was just in his mind, more and more.  “How about we call your family to let them know that you’re really not dead?  I bet they’re devastated at what happened.  Hearing from you might help them feel better.”

Coffee spilled onto the nightstand as Adira’s cup clattered down hard.  Her breath was coming hard and fast, her heart trying to escape her ribcage as she all but launched herself across the bed to grab and throw Caliban’s phone across the room, where it hit the door with a loud thud.  “NO!”  She grabbed his shoulders and looked in his eyes, barely holding onto control of herself.  “NO!  You can’t. They can’t know.  They can’t ever know.  You can’t tell them, ever.  Promise.  Promise you’ll never say a word, not even a hint, especially to my father.  I’m dead.  I have to be dead.  Always dead.  DEAD.  Do you hear me?  Promise me!  Promise me, Caliban!  I’m dead!”  

Adira’s eyes were wild, she was hyperventilating, and tears were streaming down her face. Just the thought of her family, especially her father, finding out that she was alive sent her into the icy grips of terror and panic.  Memories assailed her as she warred with the urge to get up and flee from the room, no thought to where she would go, or what that would accomplish.

Even though they were sitting in the middle of a king size bed, Adira most resembled a frightened animal that had been backed into a corner by a lethal predator.  Why?  That, Caliban did not know, but her grip on his shoulders was so tight that he was quite sure that her short nails were drawing blood.  The woman who had been ready to die rather than go with him in the basement was no in such a frenetic state he wasn’t sure what the best way to handle her was.

In shock, Caliban continued for a moment to simply stare into her eyes, her pupils blown wide in terror as he tried to figure out how to react without making things worse.  This was a reaction that he had not in any way anticipated.  Trying to help her feel more relaxed had backfired in the most spectacular way imaginable.  Day three of a married man, and so far this one was going as sideways as the previous ones, three for three.  At some point they had to start getting better.  He really did want her to calm down, lest one of her guards or Theron decide to sedate him and whisk her off somewhere.

Gently he took hold of her arms finally, his hands running gently over them to try and calm her.  His eyes kept on hers while he breathed deep and calm in hopes she would match him.  “Adira, my love, calm down.  Breathe with me, darling.”  He kept his voice quiet and soft.  He took deep breaths with her to try and help her calm, gently pulling her towards him so he could hold her until she was calm enough for him to find out more.  Thankfully her grip on his shoulders lessened and she started to let him guide her and come out of her blind panic.

Before he could say more, both Lars and Marcin threw open the door to the room and were in the doorway looking confused and concerned.  “Hey, uh, boss, uh, and, uh, Adira.” Lars started, then paused as he looked around the room for whatever threat had caused the commotion they’d heard from below, “we, uh, heard something hit the door, then it sounded like Adira yelling or screaming.  Is, uh, everything okay up here?”  His eyes were studying the scene before him, and he wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell Adira was terrified, and Caliban looked utterly confused.  This wasn’t good. What had happened?

“Adira was just about to tell me why we are never going to let her family know she is alive.  Weren’t you, sweetheart?”  Gently Caliban maneuvered her to be sitting next to him with his arm around her, pulling close against him. His free hand took one of hers, the thumb softly caressing the back of her hand.  “I made a bad suggestion, and what you heard was the response.  Unfortunately, I still have quite a bit to learn about my new bride.”  He clarified without taking his eyes off Adira who was trembling and now had a death grip on his hand with both of hers.

All she could do was nod and swallow, clinging to Caliban like he was her tie to life and sanity. “I’m sorry…”  It came out not much louder than a whisper, and Adira felt her husband pull her tighter against him and murmur some kind of reassurance.  All she could really hear though was the rushing of blood in her own ears.  The thought of her father finding out she was alive, and where she was, had so terrified her that she was having trouble calming back down from it.  The feel of Caliban’s lips against her temple caused her eyes to close and a couple of deep breaths to fill her lungs, she could do this. 

“My father knows what life was like for me,” finally she stuttered out then paused, taking several more deep breaths, “I tried to run away once, to go home.  When he found me, he beat me even more than…Mir…Mircea..and drug me back still bleeding.”  Adira’s whole body shook as she started to cry.  Memories assailed her as she began to recount all the times that her father had added onto whatever “punishment” that Mircea had thought she had earned.  Then there were the times that her father felt disrespected and took his anger out on her.  Or the times that he thought he saw her do something that disrespected Mircea, but Mircea wasn’t around or didn’t see, so her father took it out on her.  If it hadn’t been for Caliban’s strong hold on her, the way he would run his hand over her arm or thumb over the back of her hand, and the soft kisses on her temple when she stumbled over words, she wasn’t sure she would have had the strength to keep going.  Knowing he was there supporting her somehow gave her the strength to face the nightmares of her past.

The whole time Adira was talking, the three men said nothing.  Caliban was trying to reassure and comfort her, while also trying to digest everything she was recounting to them.  It was painful to listen to all she had endured, so he could only imagine how hard it was for her to relive.  His mind was having a difficult time comprehending how a parent could inflict such abuse on their child, let alone condone what Mircea had done and add further to it.  He knew she wasn’t lying, but he was still struggling.  The one thing he kept focused on was making sure that she felt supported and cared for.  There was no missing how hard it was for her to talk, and he didn’t mind being her rock to lean on for it.

More than once Lars and Marcin looked at each other as they listened.  Both men had worked for Caliban for some time and had carried out operations for him.  They might have inflicted the type of abuse that Adira was recounting upon men, but never women.  They knew few in their sphere of influence who would, even if the woman had done something to cause them great harm in one way or another.  Even death was brought more swiftly and painlessly to women.  It was the way that things had always been done, so to hear her speak of her father backing Mircea and being just as brutal, it was uncharted territory for both of them.  While Caliban currently just looked stunned, they had a feeling that when he had properly digested all she was saying that he would have much to say on this, and probably some actions that he desired to take.

When she had finished, the three men looked at each other, matching expressions of rage burned in their eyes, but they remained silent.  Caliban was the first one to speak.  His calm voice belied how enraged he was at all he had heard.  Now was not the time for that, that would come later.  “Lars, would you please get Adira some water?  Also, bring me the first aid kit from the supply room off of the kitchen?   I need to rewrap her hand.  Then, if you gentleman will please leave us, I think my wife needs some peace to fully calm back after the upset that I caused her.”

Lars nodded then headed towards the stairs to get what Caliban asked for.  Marcin stepped into the room to grab Caliban’s phone that was on the floor, and place it on the dresser, then mirrored Lars’ movements.  Neither man particularly wanted to remain, they had no idea what to say or how to respond without it being awkward.  Best to leave things to Caliban until it was needed that they do otherwise.

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I have an idea but it’s not very happy end-y and I’m not sure if you are ok with including a musician who’s not in Metallica… anyway I’ll submit but it’s your blog, your rules so if it’s not your cup of tea, just ignore it, no offense)))

I was thinking Lars x reader where she’s his childhood friend but he never noticed her feelings, always chasing the girls who are traditionally “hot”. So she gives up and maybe get a job as an lawyer for Guns n Roses (with all the staff Axl pulled out, I’m quite sure they needed someone like that at every concert) and she and Slash get together? He even slows down on drugs and they get married? And she and Lars meet again at Freddie Mercury tribute concert and he asks her for a date (cause he realized everything after all) but she’s like “sorry, too late, I’m married?”

It may sound strange, but I like the stories with a sad ending. Apart from that, I can write for guns n roses ( they were my first rock band and have a special place in my heart) so if you have any request about them, don’t hesitate to ask. Having said that, I hope you like it❤

Goodbye, my first love

I had always been in the background. Growing up, I was the girl next door—the one who played tag with Lars Ulrich, the one who stayed up late talking about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between. I was his childhood friend, the girl who could always make him laugh. But no matter how many times I tried to hint at my feelings, he was oblivious, chasing after the “hot girls” who caught his eye.

In those early days, I wore my heart on my sleeve, hoping one day he’d turn around and see me for more than just a friend. We’d sit in his garage, surrounded by the cacophony of his drum practice, and I’d watch him with a mix of admiration and longing. The way he immersed himself in music, the passion in his eyes—it was intoxicating. But he was too busy flirting with girls who had long legs and flashy outfits to notice the girl sitting right beside him, the one who cheered the loudest at his concerts.

As we grew older, I realized that I was falling for him in a way that transcended friendship. I loved his wild laugh, the way he lit up when talking about his favorite bands, and the depth of his kindness. But every time he brought home a new girlfriend, it felt like another piece of my heart shattered. I was always supportive, cheering him on as he chased after one beautiful girl after another, even as I quietly wished he’d look my way.

Eventually, the weight of my unreciprocated feelings became too heavy to bear. I decided to put my energy into something more productive—my career. I immersed myself in my studies and eventually became a lawyer. My job with Guns N' Roses felt like a dream come true, a whirlwind of rock and roll chaos. For the first time, I felt like I was carving out my own identity.

In the midst of that whirlwind, I found a deeper connection with Slash. He was different from Lars—mature, grounded, yet still playful in his own right. Our late-night conversations evolved from casual banter to heartfelt discussions. He became my confidant, the one who understood my struggles, both personal and professional.

One night, after a particularly chaotic concert, Slash opened up about his own battles. “You know, it hasn’t been easy,” he said, leaning against a wall backstage, his voice low. “The drugs, the parties... it all gets overwhelming sometimes.” His vulnerability shocked me, and I felt a surge of compassion for him.

“It must be tough,” I said softly. “But I admire how hard you’re trying to make a change.”

“I’m working on it,” he replied, a hint of determination in his eyes. “But it’s been a struggle. I don’t want to let the band down, or you.”

“Slash, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you,” I said, taking his hand. “You can talk to me anytime. You deserve to find peace, and I want to help however I can.”

In that moment, I realized how much I cared for him. I admired his strength and the way he was trying to rise above his struggles. With my support, he began to slow down, finding healthier ways to cope. When he proposed, it felt like my past had finally been put to rest. I had moved on from Lars, embracing the life I had built with Slash—a life filled with love, understanding, and mutual support.

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Now, standing at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Slash was beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, the warmth of his body grounding me in the electric energy of the crowd.

“Ready for this?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Absolutely! It’s going to be amazing,” I replied, feeling a thrill run through me. I couldn’t wait to soak in the music and celebrate the life of an icon.

As we made our way through the throngs of fans, I spotted a familiar figure in the distance—Lars. My breath caught in my throat as memories rushed back, flooding my mind with echoes of laughter and shared secrets. He hadn’t changed much; his wild hair and infectious energy were still unmistakable. But there was something different about him—a maturity that hadn’t been there before. I felt a strange mix of nostalgia and apprehension.

“Hey, I’ll grab us some drinks,” Slash said, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping into the crowd. I watched him go, my heart swelling with love, but my attention was quickly pulled back to Lars, who was now walking toward me.

“Y/N?” he said, disbelief etched across his features.

“Lars! Wow, it’s been a while!” I replied, forcing a smile that felt a bit shaky.

“You look incredible,” he said, genuine surprise in his eyes. “I didn’t know you were working with Guns N' Roses!”

“I am,” I said, a hint of pride slipping into my voice. “I’m their lawyer now. It’s been a wild ride.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! You were always the smart one,” he said, his tone nostalgic.

“Thanks,” I replied, brushing off the compliment. I could feel the air thickening between us, an unspoken tension that stirred old emotions I thought I had buried. “And you? Still drumming up a storm with Metallica?”

“Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “We’ve been working on some new stuff. It’s exciting.”

“I can only imagine,” I said, trying to keep the conversation light, but memories of our past hung heavy in the air. “It’s great to see you doing well.”

“Thanks! And what about you? It’s nice to see you’ve found your place in all of this,” he replied, nodding toward the stage, where the atmosphere crackled with energy.

“Yeah, it’s been amazing,” I said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I love being part of this world.”

Lars looked at me for a moment, his expression shifting. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how I never really saw you, you know? Back when we were kids.”

My heart raced at his words. “Lars, I—”

“Would you want to grab dinner sometime?” he blurted out, his eyes wide with hope. “I’d love to catch up more. Just the two of us.”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Memories of my long-held feelings for him rushed back, but they were tinged with the realization of how far I’d come. I glanced over to where Slash was chatting with some friends, a smile on my face as I thought about the life we had built together.

“Lars,” I said softly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m really flattered, but... I can’t. I’m married.”

His expression shifted, surprise and disappointment flickering across his features. “Married?”

“Yeah,” I replied, gesturing toward Slash. “To him.”

As Lars turned to look at Slash, a wave of realization washed over him. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he took a step back, a mix of regret and longing in his eyes. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I’m really happy, Lars. Slash and I have built something special together.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of the moment settling around us. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Lars,” I said, meeting his gaze. “And I hope you find happiness too. You deserve it too.”

He smiled softly, the tension between us easing just a bit. “I guess I just—”

“I know,” I interrupted gently. “You didn’t see it back then. But I’ve moved on, and I’m grateful for where I am now.”

Just then, Slash returned, drinks in hand, his presence a grounding force. “Everything good here?” he asked, slipping his arm back around my waist.

“Yeah, just catching up,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Nice to see you, man,” Slash said to Lars, who gave a tight smile in return.

As we turned to watch the stage, I felt a sense of closure enveloping me. The past was behind me, a collection of memories that shaped who I was but didn’t define me anymore. I was exactly where I was meant to be, right here, with Slash at my side.

The music swelled around us, and I leaned into Slash, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. I stole a glance at Lars, who was watching the performance with a contemplative expression, and I realized we had both moved on.

Sometimes, love takes unexpected paths, and it was in that realization that I found peace.

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The myth of Medea (3)

After this previous article about Medea by the Renaissance, I offer you another loose translation – of Michèle Dancourt’s article about « Medea in the European culture of the 20th century ».

It seems that, within the myth of the infanticide, Medea’s male counterpart is Herakles, who killed his wife and children under the illusion that he was sacrificing animals. Heiner Müller highlighted how Medea became one of the great figures of the 20th century and one of the symbols of the disasters that struck it, alongside Herakles. (Meanwhile the 19th century was more fascinated and devoted to the duo of Antigone and Prometheus). When he staged his work “Cement” in 1972, depicting the monstrous metamorphoses caused by the Russian revolution, Heiner Müller slid in both an “Herakles 2 or the Hydra”, and a “Medea-Commentary”, to better show the “war of the texts” around the character of the child-killer. He said: “Myths are a collective experience that repeats itself. We can make them variate up to infinity, just like dreams.” During the 20th century, Europe modulates the figure of Medea, reinvented from the texts of Euripides and Seneca, in the theater, in the opera and in the cinema. These variations are all the product of male artists, except for a few attempts in different medium: choreography (with Martha Graham and Birgit Cullberg), essay (Isabelle Stengers), novel (Christa Wolf) – almost as if the radicalization of Medea’s monstruosity finally called for women’s voices to speak after centuries of male creation.

1/ Fable variations

The Medeas of the 20th century all edit and nuance the original legend. Jean Vauthier’s partition created for the play of Seneca develops and expands the subject (with the music that Xenakis composed for this show being very insistent on the original Latin inflexions), while the “Medeaspiel” of Heiner Müller is very contracted between the choral of the two sides, “Abandoned shore” and “Landscape with the Argonauts”. Close or far away from the texts of Antiquity, all those contemporary rewrites offer new insights on the character. For example, they shift the focus towards a Medea still deeply rooted in Colchis: Pasolini’s movie opens, with Cappadocian landscapes and Tibetan music, on a mysterious sequence depicting archaic agrarian rites and sacrifices where Medea performs as a priestess. In the sardonic and misogynic play by Gilbert Lely, “Only kill your father for good use”, Medea, depicted as a parricide and as involved in an incestuous relationship with her brother, cannot even leave Colchis: Jason rejects her and escapes while she is having a breakdown.

Other works prefer to move the tragic emotion towards the children of Medea and Jason, who were barely heard in the centuries past. Hans Henny Jahnn’s “Medea” presents two sons with a strong bond, a weapon that Medea will use to “nail down this beautiful couple”. The play highlight the cruelty of the impossible rivalry between Jason and his oldest son, who both are in love with the daughter of king Creon. Medea, indeed, gave to his lover in this version an eternal youth. Similarly, when Lars von Trier shoots in 1988 the scenario that Carl Dreyer wrote in 1965, and where Medea poisons her children with a sweet tisane while singing a lullaby, he invents a new pathetic sequence: the oldest son helps his mother to hang the youngest one on the branch of a tree, in a wasteland, and after waiting for a long time he finally asks his mother to help him make his own noose.

However, the works of the 20th century get the further away from the tradition when it comes to the endings. While Medea stills takes refuge at the Athens of Aegeus (as in Euripides), no work ever present the “epiphany of the crime in a triumphal chariot” (as with Seneca), a scene which had been a rule for the classical theater and opera. The idea of Medea going “upwards” is simply suggested, sublimed: the Medea of Bergamin calls for the Celestial Father, “I will fill your eternal solitude with a human solitude of love!”. Outside of Anouilh’s Medea, who kills herself, the Medeas of the 20th century all disappear without dying because, as Max Rouquette wrote “how can one die when we are but a kind of death, a cursed wind which haunts endlessly the earth”. The Medea of Kyrklund petrifies herself in the shape of the Minoan snake-goddess, with Jason by her side, “like an engraving on a funeral stone”. The one of Jahnn, sitting by the corpses of her children, announces the end with her prophetic voice: the fortress will crumble down to the bottom of the sea.

2/ Paroxysm of violence

It is through modern singing that Medea now tries to capture the “furor” of Antiquity and the “panic” energy which infects the entire city. Christa Wolf’s “Medea-Stimmen” depicts the mechanism of how a scapegoat is created by a chain reaction: Medea is insulted in the streets of Corinth and treated like a scapegoat, she is banished from the town, her children are lapidated by the crowd, and the collectivity ends up inventing the legend of the infanticide after the one of the fratricide. To express the excess of this “spiritual disaster” (as Pasolini said), of this undepictable crime, all the tensions go through the sounds, from Pasolini’s deafening silences to the stenographical screams of Jean Vauthier. The scream is a recurring didascaly in Anouilh’s “Medea” where the protagonist makes an effort to become the Fury that Creon sees in her: “Beasts of this night! […] I shout with you your dark scream. On this night, Medea is all that hunts and all that kills.” Heiner Müller’s Medea echoes in her monologue the screams of many more victims, those of Colchis colonized, of her children that she murdered, of her rival which she mimics the agony of: “Here she is screaming / Do you have ears for this scream / And so screamed Colchis when you were in my womb / She’s still screaming / Do you have ears for this scream”.

All the voices of this echo chamber scream of life and death. Max Rouquette’s Medea screams to an old woman “Shut up! I should not have allowed you to speak. You offer your tongue to the voice of my belly which begs me to save them.” In this this game of hyper-intensity, there is a physical dimension to the passion, which keeps involving in all of these works the blood, the heart, the entrails, the belly, all tied to the notion of devouring. Heiner Müller’s Medea screams “Does this body not / Mean anything to you anymore / Do you want to drink my blood, Jason?”. To her children she says: “I want to rip you out of my heart / You who are the flesh of my heart / My memory / My darlings / The blood in your veins, give it back to me / Enter again my body, for you are entrails”. When she kills her sons, Jahnn’s Medea dares to say: “My thick blood has no shame in laughing, / drunk with vertigo, / because my eyes saw the fruit / of my entrails”. The same characters describes with horrible details how she cut into pieces the body of her brother. She listens to Jason, but only to her him begging her to mutilate him organ after organ, or to listen to how his new wife turned into a carrion.

3/ Medea the barbarian

These explosions of violence are all concentrated within the words “monster”, “savage”, “barbarian”. Sometimes it is Creon that uses them against Medea: “You are a beast! A non-Greek Barbarian! Your work is as black as your skin!” (Jahnn). Other times it is Medea herself that uses the word: “Why are you still clinging on to this barbarian / Who is your mother and your mark of shame” (Müller). “Medea the barbarian” is a notion that comes first, replacing the old idea of Medea the sorceress that Corneille’s play or Charpentier’s opera favorized. Medea becomes the character throughout which the notion of “barbarity” is reversed and decentralized. The artists of the 20th century turn Medea into the “strange foreigner”, robbed of her identity and who can only regain it through an enormous crisis. For Anouilh, Bergamin and Rouquette she is a Gypsy woman, for Jahnn she is a cultureless African, and with Kyrklund’ “Medea Foreigner” she forces the characters to see and hear everything that the European colonization vanquished and repressed: “This vision, Jason / That with the boots of your troops you painted all over my Colchis” (Müller). Kyrklund’s Medea, when she talks about the tree of her native land, the m”bongo”, defends strongly the notion of “sacred” and she fully understands the emptiness of the utilitarian rationalism of which Jason is so proud of. A same conflict is developed by the episode of the “mythical Centaur” in Pasolini’s movie, with Chiron educating a child Jason. Once adult, impoverished by both the colonial adventure of the Argonauts and the male culture of the “logos” at the heart of the city of Corinth, Jason loses any access to the poetry of the hybrid, to the unicity between man, animal and god. When he hears the “rational Centaur” talk and thus verifies the disenchantment of the world, he goes away crying, one hand before his eyes. “Medeaspiel” takes place in a set called “Abandoned shore”, a tormented earth after the last battle of World War II, an atrocious trace left by a male predator that was drunk with the might of his murderous technology. The nature has been torn apart just like the woman was forced to flee, and Medea in her distress knows a “reverse conversion” as she loses her sense of the mystery. The modern works thus invoke back the colonial denunciation present within Euripides and Seneca, but it isn’t just a battle between Europe and Asia anymore.

4/ The gender war

The knot of violence binds together the bursts of History with the sexual antagonism, because the Greek man betrayed the foreign woman and her children. Numerous texts create a duel where each repeats with a hateful obsession the theme of the “mine and yours”: “I come to give you what belongs to you, and ask you what is mine.” “Who are you fleeing, Jason, you or I? My sons or yours? Your blood or mine?” (Bergamin). “All within me is an instrument all for you. / For you I killed and I gave birth. / Me, your bitch, your whore, me.” (Müller) In this hateful lists that closes the suicidal infanticide, Müller’s Medea can only conclude with this position: “I want to rip humanity in half / And stay in the void between. Me / Neither woman nor man.” The Medeas of Gilbert Lely and Anouilh, the only ones who are vanquished, turn against themselves an irrational hatred of the wounded and amputated feminity. But the feminist cry that can be heard in Euripides’ Medea is still maintained by the works of Dreyer, Lars von Trier, Kyrklund or Bergamin: “I do not want to see the hand of man stop the power of my soul”. “Medea la encantadora” gives a unique light to the dialogue Medea has with her rival Creusa: the word of Medea, “the soul’s weaving”, initiates her to a hidden knowledge, her incantations are tied to the “cante jondo” where a male and female singer oppose each other in a new take on the old chorus. Indeed, in the modern works the chorus is always transformed: for Kyrklund the bourgeoisie of Corinth, for Max Rouquette old women who sing psalms with the voice of magpies, for Müller anonymous and apocalyptic voices… But in very case it amplifies the tragic song of Medea, who keeps modulating her own name (Medea nunc sum), since, by Anouilh’s words, “mothers will never call their daughter by this name anymore”. As with the other Medeas, the one of Max Rouquette plays with the numen of her name:

“You are the image of Medea. You are my mirrors… / More beautiful than any of those that were given to you. Of Medea no image can be ever be bound. / No image of Medea to pay the happiness of another. Be sold who wants to. / But not Medea. Nor Medea’s flesh. / Nor Medea’s love can be separated from Medea.”