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parvulous-writings · 3 years ago

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Murders // Alex Law x Reader

Request: Hi! I have a request: I just recently watched a shallow grave and I’m obsessed with ewan mcgregor as Alex Law. Could you write something where he tells you about the murders because he feels like he can trust you, he also may or may not be in love with you. We love angst. Thanks!

Requested by: Anon

Summary: the request

Warnings: mentions of death, homicide, cadavers. Slightly ooc Alex?

Words: 1.6K

Notes: Mmmm Alex Law. That is all. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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Things with Alex had been, well they’d been strange over the past couple of weeks or so. You didn’t know what it was, but he kept trailing after you wherever you went in the flat; not in his usual way, which was often to pester or tease you, but for another reason. You had no idea what that reason was, but you could tell it was bothering him. Sometimes he would glance up, only briefly, but you would catch it out of the corner of your eye. You tried to bring it up to him on several occasions, but he would always brush it off, saying that he was fine, and then “What the hell are you talking about? I told you I’m fine. Really. Just leave it.” But no matter how annoyed he sounded with you, he wouldn’t stomp off like he often used to. It always seemed to get worse whenever David was in the room with you. Alex would tense up, and his eyes would be trained solely on his glasses-clad roommate. David would occasionally stare back, but very few words were ever said between the two of them.

Tonight, though, was different. You were sat with Alex on the lime green sofa, more laying than anything, his arm draped over your shoulder, eyes on the TV as one of Alex’s favourite schlocky shows played on the screen. He was mumbling quietly along with the host, laughing softly when the audience did. Things seemed almost normal, it was nice. You couldn’t see or feel his tenseness anymore, which allowed you to relax ever so slightly beside him, you head falling back on to his arm as you watched whatever it was Alex had put on, you still didn’t know what it was. But it was making him happy- he even dropped a few of his sassy and sometimes crude comments throughout the show’s runtime. As the show started to draw to a close, Alex shuffled a little bit. The tenseness returned, and the silence between you became almost unbearably awkward. He cleared his throat, and you moved to sit up for a moment. You glanced over at the clock- it was half past ten, fairly late. You’d need to head off soon if you wanted to be home before eleven, or lower the risk of getting jumped in the street. “Do you want to stay over?” He asked you, and you give him a rather surprised look. It wasn’t the first time that Alex had invited you to stay over at the flat, but it was more his tone that caught you off-guard. Usually his voice was dripping with a flirty undertone, suggesting a much more intimate activity than just sleeping in the flat. This time, though, it seemed more genuine- staying over seemed to be the primary thing on his mind. “Sure,” You nonchalantly agree, shrugging slightly before you settled back down in his arm. You both fall silent again, awkwardly watching as the TV droned on and on, though it was unclear if either of you two were really paying attention to the show being broadcasted.

Alex cleared his throat again, catching your attention. “Can I ask you a question?” His voice is quiet, “Hypothetically?” You weren’t unaccustomed to Alex’s��‘hypothetical’ questions. They were often a point of contention or the root of teasing, but it was all in good fun. “Alright then. Hit me with it.” You say to him- he swallows his nerves and starts to speak again. “If a someone you knew told you that they had been involved in burying a man out in the woods, and was involved in killing a couple more... What would you do?” Silence falls between the pair of you again as you start to think. Like most of his questions, it was an odd one, borderline insane to be precise. You just put it as his over-active imagination making him think of wild scenarios. “I don’t know.” You chuckle, shrugging lightly. You’re not sure whether to answer honestly, or playfully. “What kind of answer do you want, Alex?” “A proper one. Like... A serious one.” Oh, well that was different. “Okay...” You trail off, thinking it over for a second. “Well, I’d probably leave, and tell the police.” You shrug, thinking nothing of it. This wasn’t the answer Alex wanted though. “What if it was me?” He asked you, and you gave him an odd look in reply. “I’d still do that, Alex... Just because you’re my friend doesn’t put you above the law.” This seemed to unnerve and annoy him even more though. “Don’t look at me like that!” You tell him, “You’re the one who wanted a serious answer, and you got one!”

Alex paused, though only very briefly. “Yeah, I guess...” He grumbled, but he still didn’t seem very happy. You gave him an odd look. “What the hell has gotten into you?” You asked him, “You’ve been acting weird for weeks!” “I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He’s started to shut down, to put a wall between the two of you, as he pulled his arm away from you. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” He muttered, rather spitefully, as he rested his cheek on the knuckles of his balled fist. This had not gone the way he had hoped. If you didn’t react the way he thought you would at the hypothetical- how would you react to the truth? He may have been slightly delusional, but that didn’t occur or matter to him. “Well, you want to talk about it?” You offered, trying to be a little bit soften than you had been a few moments prior. “No.” Came his short, pointed reply. He started to move to try and get up from the sofa, but you held out an arm to stop it. “Oh, what now?” He whined. “We finished the conversation, just let me go, will you?” “No- clearly there’s something actually bothering you; you can tell me. I’m your friend, that’s what friends do, isn’t it?” You ask him, and he rolled his eyes, huffing back down into his seat. He knew that you were right- but that didn’t stop his nerves from rising. He knew that what he had done was downright wrong- he may not have known or acknowledged it at the time, but now the guilt followed him everywhere. Every corner, it lurked in the shadow, he saw the flickers out of the corner of his eye.

“The question wasn’t hypothetical.” He spoke suddenly, looking into his lap as he wrung his hands. You stayed completely silent, words escaped you. Your mind went blank, and you just stared at him. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “You... You, what?” You were still trying to wrap your head around what he was trying to say to you. He finally looks at you, and his eyes are just... Sad. They hold an almost melancholic look, his hurt surfacing for once. “I wanted to see what you would do... I wanted to tell you.” Alex started to speak again. “Because... Because I think you’re the closest person I have now, and- and I wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to lie anymore, I don’t want anything between us...” “Alex, what did you do?” All of a sudden, you’re hyper-aware of every little movement he makes. Every shallow breath, every blink, every twitch, your brain registered it. Your heart started to race, a sick feeling started to settle in your stomach. As it sunk in that Alex was admitting to having a hand in a murder- whether it was the killing blow or not- you wanted to run, but you were rooted to your seat, paralyzed besides your mouth, which seemed to speak of it’s own accord. “What did you do?” You repeated, sounding much harsher.

“I didn’t kill the second two!” The auburn haired scotsman exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “I didn’t even kill Hugo, that was his own bloody fault!” You vaguely recognised the name Hugo; Alex had mentioned him some months ago, and never brought him up to you again, so you thought nothing of it. “We buried them out in the woods...” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why are you telling me this, Alex?” “I already told you. You’re all I’ve got, now. Juliet’s shut herself off from everyone, and David... Well that’s best left unsaid.” He murmured, glancing through the doorway to the chipped blue paint of his flatmate’s door. Neither David or Juliet were here with you now, you supposed that that was both a blessing and a curse. “I should call the police.” You mutter, almost fearfully. Alex seems rather hurt at the fear in your voice, and he slowly nods. “They already know about the bodies... But I’m not going to stop you if you want to tell them it was us.” He’s completely given in to you now, his fate is in your hands. Do you really want to turn him in?

No. That was the answer from the most selfish depths of your mind. It’s the answer you decided to stick with, as immoral as it may have been. You look him dead in the eye as you speak. “What do I do?” It takes him a moment to register that you are in fact not going to contact the police about his and his friend’s misdeeds, and he’s instantly sat beside you again. “Stick with me, please. I won’t let either of them get you, I just... I need you around.” Alex said to you, slowly, as if it were difficult to admit this even after admitting his crimes to you. To him, it was. You nodded slowly in response, and Alex silently acknowledged that you may still change your mind on it yet. “Alright.” You whisper. “I’ll stick around.”

#alex law #alex law x reader #shallow grave #shallow grave x reader #Ewan McGregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #requested #requests open #please request

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kallypsowrites · 4 years ago

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Top 10 Grishaverse Characters

Well, now that I’ve officially read the Shadow and Bone trilogy (and the six of Crows duology but I did that a while ago) I can rank my faves. And I’m gonna. If you disagree with my opinion, you are wrong :)

10. Tamar

While I wouldn’t say her character got a lot of development over the course of the novels, she stands out as just a really cool character. She fights with axes. She’s loyal. She’s dangerous. And most importantly--she is gay :) Apparently she gets more page time in the Nikolai duology which I’ll eventually read as well she should. I hope we get more of her relationship as well. But if I’m being honest, she’s on this list because I’m bisexual.

9. Zoya

I have an issue where I spitefully like the mean girl characters when I can tell the author doesn’t want me to like them. And eventually Leigh came around on Zoya (I hear she also features in the Nikolai duology) and gave her a lot of good moments. She’s sassy, she’s badass, she is hot. These are all of the reasons I need.

8. Jesper

My bisexual disaster gunslinger son :) He’s charming and a sharp shooter. He’s funny. He is never in complete control of his life, which is relatable. I also love him and Wylan (who is not on this list but I still love him). I also like that he’s allowed to make mistakes and then atone for them.

7. Genya

I love a pretty girl who is allowed to be a good person as well. And she is. Genya is sassy, smart and wonderful all around. She is also so tragic and I always get attached to characters who go through hardship. But damn, her confrontation with the king? Literally one of the best scenes. She is a queen and deserves the entire world.

6. Nina

She’s charismatic, she’s clever, she uses her powers in an interesting way. She takes no shit from Matthias and I love an enemies to lovers couple where the woman takes no shit. She’s also beautiful AND curvy (very annoyed that the show casting doesn’t reflect this), and so rarely is the beautiful one in fiction allowed to be that. She’s just a very unique character and stands out from the crowd. I love her to pieces.

5. Nikolai

I love me some confident, charismatic, borderline cocky characters. But I especially love them when they are self aware and their charisma is mostly a show they are putting on. Beneath his social graces, Nikolai has a good heart. he’s honest, he cares about the people, he’s very, very smart. He’s really everything I love in a character and I look forward to more of him in his duology.

4. Alina

A lot of people say Alina is a boring main character. I do not fuck with those people. Alina is strong despite struggling with her power and her health. She’s persistent. She speaks her mind. She’s funny. And for much of the books she has an arc that I love for female characters--growing into power and taking charge. This is kind of yanked away from her at the end, but I don’t blame her for that. I also like that she wants power while at the same time remaining a good person, despite what anyone might suggest. I love her to pieces.

3. Kaz

My edgy son. I love his aesthetic. His gloves. His cane. His style. His ability to make a grand image. His smarts. He’s the most dramatic son of a bitch in Ketterdam but he’s got good reason. The exploration of his trauma was very well done and I hope it is captured in the show. And I’m a sucker for characters who PRETEND not to care about their crew but they DO and they would DIE for them. That’s just the best trope in the world.

2. The Darkling

Yeah, I’m problematic, but the Darkling is everything I like in a villain--calm and meticulous even when doing terrible things. Confident and charming. Extremely intelligent. And he has fun shadow powers. Every time he appears in the books, I’m having a great time. And yeah, I love his dynamic with Alina. The way they play off each other elevates them both in my list. I also love that as many terrible things as he does, he has his soft moments that make him complicated right until the very end. I personally would have explored some different aspects of his character more (and I will) but I still love what we got of him.

1. Inej

*Chanting* Knife wife, knife wife, knife wife, knife wife. Listen. I just love Inej. I love fighting women of course. But I also love silent but deadly women. I love women who blend with the shadows and defy expectations. I love women who have a strong exterior but so much vulnerability and pain beneath. Inej has a lot of layers and as bad ass as she is, she is never cold. She is warm and she cares so much and she is so fierce and beautiful. I went back and forth on the placement of a lot of these characters, but I knew Inej would be at the top. I’m so excited to see her on screen.

Anyway, that’s my completely correct and inarguable opinion. Hope everyone enjoyed :) Tell me your faves as well! I’m curious to know.

#shadow and bone #the grishaverse #six of crows #inej gahfa #the darkling #kaz brekker #alina starkov #nikolai lantsov #nina zenik #genya #jesper fahey #zoya #tamar

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 4 years ago

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Caught In Between 34. The Final Location

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 02.16.21

Word count: 2.6k

Based off: 04x17 “Because the Night” || 04x18 “American Gothic”

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A/N: This part is quite a doozy for Klaus and Athena. I decided to stick the two eps together because the 04x18 scenes I picked were fairly short and I wanted to share the piece of info that reveals a bit about them. I hope you enjoy!

Even though I wasn’t present for the little party Elena decided to throw. I thought it’d be nice to help Caroline clean the Salvatore house up. After I got ready I head over. As soon as I made my way in I could see why Caroline needed my help.

“It looks like a tornado blew through here,” I say walking into the house.

“Tell me about it,” Caroline says taking a sip from a random cup.

“Well, what can I help with? Well, I mean where can I start?” I ask.

“Anywhere. The trash bags are in the kitchen,” Caroline says. I head to the kitchen and grab a trash bag. As I head back into the main room I hear a voice I’m not particularly keen on hearing.

“Tyler made it his life’s mission to kill me. You can’t hate me for driving him away,” Klaus says.

“She can and so can I,” I say walking into the room. Klaus looks up at me, almost with a guilty expression, but I just write it off as Klaus being broody.

“Hello, love,” Klaus says almost returning to his normal self.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to spiraling, so go away,” Caroline says.

“Actually, I asked him to be here. We need his help. I think Silas is in Mystic Falls,” Stefan says walking up next to me. Stefan explains the situation to us as we continue to clean up.

“So some blood went missing from a few hospitals. What about Elena? Don’t vampires with their humanity off tend to overindulge in human blood, or were you the exception?” Klaus says turning to Stefan.

“It’s not Elena,” Stefan says.

“Well, let’s just say for a moment that it was Silas. I’m struggling to see how this affects me,” Klaus says sitting down.

“Look. Silas wants to die and be reunited with his one true love, but he’s supernatural, so if he takes the cure and dies, he gets stuck on the other side,” Stefan explains.

“How Shakespearian,” Klaus responds taking a sip of his drink.

“But if he destroys the other side altogether, he can take the cure, die, and pass on, but in destroying it, every dead supernatural being will return to our side,” Stefan explains further.

“That means every werewolf, every witch, every vampire,” Caroline starts.

“Every hybrid,” I add.

“I wonder how many of those you personally killed. Care yet?” Caroline finishes.

“My interest is piqued. How do we stop him?” Klaus asks.

“Bonnie said Silas needs to complete 3 massacres to do this spell. Before Professor Shane died, he convinced the pastor to blow up the council. Next, he had you kill your hybrids, and now he only needs one more massacre. So if he’s here, that’s what he’s doing. We need to find him,” Stefan says.

“So what’s the play?” I ask.

“We look to see if Shane had any info we didn’t know,” Stefan says. We all nod and head to Shane’s office.

“What are we even looking for?” Caroline asks as we walk in.

“Well, If Shane really was working with Silas, chances are he was helping him plan his next move,” Stefan says as we look around.

“Where, on his evil villain to do list-- steal blood, perform 3 massacres, pick up dry cleaning?” Caroline says.

“Actually not to nit-pick, but we evil villains usually use minions to pick up our dry cleaning, that sort of thing,” Klaus says.

“Why is he necessary again?” I ask.

“I second that,” Caroline says.

“Well, we don’t know what Silas can do, so if we do have to go head to head with him, an original hybrid who can’t die might come in handy,” Stefan explains.

“Would a hybrid who doesn’t want her friends to die be a good enough substitute? Cuz you got one right here,” I say raising my hand.

“Sorry love. But I’m not letting you go head to head with another immortal being,” Klaus says.

“Was I asking you? Was I asking him?” I ask looking at Caroline and Stefan.

“Besides the point. Stefan and I work well together, or at least we did in the Twenties,” Klaus says.

“Well, granted my emotions were off,” Stefan says.

“And that’s why you were way more fun. Just as Damon is probably relishing in Elena’s emotionless company in New York,” Klaus says.

“My brother knows what he’s doing,” Stefan says.

“Does he? Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness, Stefan. Even the purest of hearts are drawn to it,” Klaus says looking over at me. “Still, I’m sure it will all be fine,”

“I think I found something,” I say looking at the book I have in my hand. “‘Symbolic Figures in the Dark Arts’ Didn’t Bonnie talk about expression triangles?” I say bringing the book to the desk and pointing to the picture on the page I had open.

“‘In some schools of magic such as expression, human sacrifice can be used as a focus for power. It’s rumored that the addition of two supernatural sacrifices compounds the mystical energy creating an expression triangle,’” Stefan reads.

“Humans, that was the council fire. Demons, Klaus’ hybrid failure,” Caroline says.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a failure. What’s the third?” Klaus says wanting to move past the statement.

“Oh, no. Witches,” Caroline says.

“Great. I can’t believe Bonnie is gonna go through with this,” I say.

“Well, we need to figure out where it’s gonna happen. I’m gonna see if I can find or contact Bonnie,” Stefan says and leaves the room.

“Is there a map?” Caroline asks. We look around and Klaus finds one and sets it on the desk.

“There’s been two massacres. Pastor Young’s Farm,” I say and Caroline points to where it is on the map and I make an X.

“And the old Lockwood cellar. Where you spitefully slaughtered 12 of your own hybrids is here,” Caroline and points to the cellar. I make another X and draw a line to connect them.

“According to the book, the expression triangle is equilateral, putting it here,” I say drawing an X and two lines to find where the witch massacre would happen.

“Somebody’s been skipping their geometry classes. There are actually two places where the massacre could be,” Klaus says and draws another triangle below mine.

“Well, you didn’t let me finish,” I say.

“Hey. What’s going on? Did you find Bonnie?” Caroline asks as Stefan walks into the room.

“No, but I talked to her dad. I think I found Silas,” Stefan says. We all split up to find which location where the massacre was taking place.

“I just want to see where we are,” I say as Klaus and I walk through the forest.

“You know, when we split up, you did have the option of going with Stefan and Caroline,” Klaus says.

“I don’t think so. If I recall the conversation correctly. You said ‘Athena and I will go together’ and then you whisked me away...again. You know is this just another one of your little ploys to get me talking to you alone, and not about Silas or the cure, right?” I ask but get no response. “Do you know how to read a map?” I ask.

“Yes, and do you know who taught me? My friend Magellan,” Klaus says.

“I didn’t know you could make multiple friends. Was he drawn to your darkness too?” I ask.

“Actually, I was referring to Damon and Elena when I said that, but clearly it struck a chord with you,” Klaus says.

“It’s because it’s not true. There’s no allure to darkness,” I say.

“Really?” Klaus says and turns to me. “So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone who’s capable of doing terrible things for some reason only cares about you?” Klaus asks me.

“Are you referring to you and me?! Because I never knew this side of you until you decided to rain all hell on my family and friends. And before you say anything about Ray’s pack, they were my family. They’re the ones who helped me become the person I am today. The fearless werewolf you decided to make a hybrid of your own will, not mine. So no, I don’t know the feeling you’re talking about, because the man that I knew you as was the one who loved me unconditionally. I heard the stories, but I only saw the good in you, until you decided to mix me up in your supernatural--I don’t even know what this is,” I say feeling a tear fall down my face.

“We’re here, although judging by the lack of witches, here is not the correct location,” Klaus says. We start to head to the other location where Caroline and Stefan went to.

“They’re linked. Bonnie’s gonna kill them,” Stefan says.

“Not if the witches kill her first,” Klaus says.

“Klaus we need to save her,” I say after he pushes Stefan against a tree.

“How? The only way to stop the witches is to kill them, and then Silas gets what he wants,” Klaus says.

“Spirits, take her soul. Free her from darkness,” One of the witches says holding a knife above Bonnie. Caroline doesn’t hesitate for a moment before stabbing the witch with her own knife, stopping the ritual.

“No!” Klaus yells. All the other witches die, completing the expression triangle.

“The triangle is complete,” Bonnie says. We quickly get Bonnie and head out of the location. After we made sure Bonnie was safe, I headed back to my house, trying to take in what happened tonight.

“Hey. How’s Bonnie,” I say answering the phone.

“She’s fine. But she doesn’t remember anything past the island,” Stefan explains.

“I’m just glad she’s ok,” I say.

“Me too. I’m gonna let Caroline know,” Stefan says before hanging up.

The next morning I was going to head out to check on Bonnie until I noticed an unnatural amount of messages on my phone from Klaus. Knowing he wouldn’t leave me alone with this many messages, I thought I’d go see what he wanted.

“I got you messages...All of them. This better be life and death,” I say walking into Klaus’ mansion.

“Go away,” I hear Klaus say.

“Klaus? Where are you?” I say. I walk towards where I heard his voice until I saw him clenching the piano seat on the ground. “What happened to you?” I ask as it looked like he was in pain.

“I need more time. Stop hounding me!” Klaus yells.

“Excuse me? You messaged me more times than I can count,” I reply.

“Athena. Is it really you?” Klaus asks shakily.

“Of course it is,” I respond. Klaus sighs in relief. He struggles to sit on the piano seat but manages to anyways.

“Prove it to me,” Klaus says.

“I really don’t have time for you to want to solve our relationship problem right now. I have more important things to deal with,” I say before turning around.

“Wait, please. Silas. He stabbed me with a white oak stake. There’s a little piece of it stuck inside of me,” Klaus explains.

“Why would Silas attack you?” I ask.

“Well, I was in no position to ask questions. Suffice it to say, I’m hurt. So you can understand why I called you,” Klaus says.

“I’m not really sure what I could do to help you,” I respond.

“If I die, you, Caroline, Tyler, all of your friends die with me,” Klaus says.

“Fine, just tell me what to do,” I say.

“Well, it’s quite simple, really. I need you to cut the stake out of me,” Klaus says pointing to the already bloody shears on the floor. I pick up the shears and Klaus turns around so I could start to try and get the stake out.

“I swear there’s nothing in here,” I say before digging a little deeper. Klaus screams and slams his hand against the piano. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry... You know what, I’m not,” I say ripping the shears out. “I’ve already got my hands full with helping my friends and you trying to pine for me is not helping. So if you want my help, stop getting in the way,” I say. I move to the couch as Klaus struggles to try to get the stake out himself.

“I can feel the splinters moving towards my heart. Help me!” Klaus yells.

“Will you stop getting in the way?” I ask.

“You really think I’m just going to stop getting in the way when your life could be in danger?” Klaus asks.

“And you know how many times my life was in danger because of you? If you want to get in the way, why can’t you just do something decent for once?” I ask back.

“Because Tyler Lockwood tried to kill me,” Klaus says.

“We’ve all tried to kill you. Hell, I even put you down for a time. But you’ve tried to kill most of us. Why are you going through all this effort to keep me safe when I don’t even need you to. You made me who I am, so why am I not strong enough to protect myself?” I ask.

“Because I can’t lose you again!” Klaus yells.

“And I’m strong enough to protect myself, hybrid or not. Why can’t you see that?” I ask.

“Because I lost you the first time I met you! You...you we’re in my arms and I let you slip away,” Klaus says.

“Because I wanted to,” I responded.

“No...no. The first time we met. The very first time,” Klaus says confusing me.

“What do you mean? I didn’t even know who you were when we met,” I say.

“It’s gone,” Klaus says quieter, ignoring my question.

“What?” I ask.

“The pain. The pain is gone,” Klaus says feeling his back. “Oh, see, it was never there. He got in my head. Silas got inside my head,” Klaus says shakily. “You took my mind off it. You brought me back, Athena,” Klaus says cupping my cheek with his hand.

I move his hand off of my face, “If Silas can make you of all people, believe that you’re dying...what can he do to the rest of us?” I ask. Klaus goes to clean himself up, leaving me to process and figure out what Klaus meant by the “very first time” we met while I cleaned myself up.

“I’m heading back to mine,” I say walking past Klaus.

“Hey,” He grabs my arm and pulls me to face him. “Thank you for helping me,” Klaus says.

“Of course. Just don’t think I’ll come running every time you scream for help. And don’t spam my phone either” I say.

“Promise,” Klaus smiles.

“I just have one question. What did you mean by the very first time we met? When was that? I remember the first time we met, we bumped into eachother when I was leaving a cafe,” I say.

“My love. That is a story for a different day, but I promise I’ll tell you one day,” Klaus says and kisses my forehead.

“So you’re just gonna leave me guessing?” I ask.

“There are more pressing matters right now. But I promise I’ll tell you soon,” He says.

“Fine. But you can’t break that promise, seriously,” I say.

“Promise. Can I ask you a question?” He asks and I nod. “Will you ever love me again?”

“Uhh...I--I can’t really answer that question right now. That’s pretty loaded. But I’ll think about it. I uh guess,” I say and head out.

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Eight

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Warning(s): explicit language, violence, substance abuse

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"H-Hi." Deana tries to keep her composure upon the sight of Nikki freshly off-stage.

He looks more pale than he was before heading to play, his sweat cloaked body shaking slightly.

His mother, her dark hair curled and bright red lips tugging into a sappy smile as tears bubble in her eyes.

Even without probably knowing the whole story, Axl and the guys know Nikki doesn't have a relationship with his mom, and the nightmare about to take place has them slowly leaning against the wall of the hallway, quietly looking down, uncomfortable with getting caught in the middle of this.

"What are you doing here?" Nikki asks, confused, more than likely questioning if its a hallucination from mixing too many drugs or not.

"I made the arrangement." Doc states chipperly, stupidly thinking Nikki would be happy. "An early Christmas present." He adds.

"I wanted to see you," She tells her son, taking a few steps closer, "I wanted to see both of you...I've already missed out on so much." She explains, looking at me. "I-I know the timing is off, but I really wanted to talk to you."

"No, the timing isn't off--" I try to assure her.

"--Don't waste your breath, Viv, she's just gonna ask for money and then disappear for another ten years." Nikki scoffs, brushing past her.

"Frank--"

"--That's not my name." He snaps to her.

"It's the name on your birth certificate, Frankie. Frank Ferana. It might not be as glamorous as 'Nikki Sixx' but--"

"--It's Nikki. Legally. It's Sixx. Legally. It's her last name. Legally." He refers to me and she clenches her jaw. "And any kids I have are gonna have that last name. Legally. I'm not 'Frank', or 'Frankie', and I'm certainly not a fucking 'Ferana' so don't even start that shit."

"You're still my baby." She tells him, trying not to cry. "I came all this way to see you." She adds, wrapping her arms around him.

I see the glimmer of a little boy in his eyes, for a split second, then it's quickly pushed aside and replaced with that of an angry, abused, hurt, scorned, abandoned dog.

And he's going for the throat in a moment the second she says:

"Oh, my Frankie."

He's shoving her off of him so hard she nearly goes to the floor.

"That's not my fucking name!" He screams at her, throwing his bottle of Jack at the ground at her heeled-boot covered feet.

He's storming off, Doc following after him, and Fred takes a breath and goes to Deana, to politely usher her out.

"That's fucked." Izzy mumbles, shaking his head slightly, going to their dressing room and I walk behind them.

"Nikki--"

"--Who the fuck do you think you are?! Huh?! Who the hell are you to bring my personal life front and center for every God damn body to see?!"

"I didn't realize you and your mother weren't on good terms." Doc tells him, honestly.

"You think I'm this fucked up for the hell of it?! You think I'm this way after growing up with parents who gave a shit?! Really?!" Nikki laughs humorlessly.

"Nikki, I'm sorry, alright?"

"No, you're not, you don't give a shit and you never have, you're just another greedy fuck getting his rocks off from the money in my pocket but I'm done!" He yells, turning to walk away. "You don't know what's fucking best for me, you don't care about me, you don't care about the band, you're not my fucking father and you sure as shit aren't my manager anymore so just go get fucked, Doc, you're fucking fired!" He calls.

"You're not fired." I assure Doc, wanting to go after him, but not able to bring myself to.

He doesn't want to talk to me about it.

I am surprised to see Axl rub his forehead and roll his jaw before stalking past me, Nikki's way.

"Where you going?" I ask him.

"I fucking hate my mom." Is all he says as he goes by.

I didn't know what exact issue Axl had with his own mother, but I'd later find out it was because her horrible judgment in men and what abuse she'd allow him and his siblings to endure from those men, along with her forceful hand in religion that she and Axl's stepfather enforced brutally on their kids.

"Did Doc really not mean to set that up?" Steven asks me when I get into their dressing room.

"No, he didn't." I reply.

"Is Nikki gonna be okay?" Tansy asks quietly.

"I don't know, Tansy." I roll my eyes and she furrows her brows, slightly.

"Do you even care?" She asks me and I look at her.

"Tans--" Duff starts.

"--No, I mean, really, Vivian. Do you even care?" She cuts him off.

"Excuse me?" I ask, practically seeing the dullness in her eyes of a mixed-drug high.

Without a doubt coke and smack.

"Of course I care, Tansy. Just because he and I are separated doesn't mean I want him to suffer."

"Way to take one for the team by sleeping with Duff, then, because surely that is the one thing that has to be done to prevent Nikki's suffering." She states.

"What I do and who I do it with is my business, Tansy." I tell her, crossing my arms.

"Sure doesn't sound that way when everybody on the same floor as you can hear nothing but, 'ahh, ahh, Duff, ahh!'" She mimics moaning.

"Maybe I'm staying under Duff so much because if I don't, you'll take it as an open invitation, and there really are some people you don't have to try to sleep with mandatorily based on their wallet size, Tansy."

"Just like there are some people you don't have to sleep with based on whether or not they're gonna be big rockstars or not." She shoots back.

"Wanna be the pot or the kettle?" I ask.

"I want you to stop adding fuel to the fire and then acting like your hands are clean while smiting all of us." She outbursts.

"Smite you for adding to his problems? Offering him drugs when he's already going down hill? Letting him think screwing another woman is okay--not even screwing her, having an entire relationship with her." I correct myself.

"Given the circumstances of your marriage, he needed an escape." She says next.

"Given the circumstances of your new-found smack-induced courage, you act like you need my fist to knock your teeth out."

"Viv--"

"--Then you'll really be laying on your back to get work."

"But at least I do work. What do you do? Aside from spend Nikki's money and sleep with his friends?"

"I'm not killing him like you and Sparkie have been with your junkie bullshit." I manage to keep myself from having an outburst, more concerned with Nikki's crisis with his mom.

"Not yet, at least." She mumbles as I'm walking out.

"Where you guys going?" Tommy asks as we head to leave for the bus.

"Um… about to pack our stuff up and head out?" Izzy replies.

"No, no, no, just because Nikki's parade's been pissed on doesn't mean ours has to be." Tommy suggests to them.

"Yeah, c'mon it's our last night hangin' out for a while." Vince points out, two groupies already under each arm.

"I was gonna check on Sixx." Slash explains.

"I'm fine." Nikki shows up, his hands on Slash's shoulders, tightly in an aggravating manner, making Slash chuckle as he twists away from him.

Axl isn't far behind, he and Izzy looking at the invitation to hangout with the guys one last time on this tour, hesitantly.

"What the hell," Izzy shrugs.

"So glad you said that, man, because we have a special surprise." Nikki grins, beckoning them with his finger.

"Stevie, c'mon!" Duff exclaims from behind me, Steven exiting their dressing room with Tansy behind him.

"You good?" He asks Nikki.

"Yeah." Nikki assures him. "I have a present." He adds, leading the guys to the double doors of what I assume is a bigger room.

Sure enough, he opens the door, and at least ten girls are lined up, naked, asses up, thick lines of coke down their spines.

Nausea nestles it's way into my stomach, but Tommy, Vince and Nikki look as if this is their promised land.

Even Steven looks slightly off-put by the brazen display.

Complete disinterest cascades off of Duff, a heavy puff of cigarette smoke leaving his nostrils with the huff of his unamused breath.

"Who's first?" Nikki asks.

Naturally, the guys look to their "leader," and Axl reluctantly rolls his eyes and walks over to the first girl.

It's like he refuses to acknowledge she's naked, his main focus is the line of coke on her back.

He snorts one-eighth of the line before deciding that's enough.

I don't blame him--the way his fingers hold at the bridge of his nose makes me wince because I know it probably burns like a bitch.

"Boo!" Tommy disappointedly calls to Axl as he walks out.

He's had his party.

Izzy follows.

"More for us." Nikki shrugs, smirking.

He looks at me directly in the eyes, heavy black liner sharpening the contrast of his hazel eyes as he keeps my gaze, spitefully unbuckling his belt and he starts unlacing his pants, making his way to the girl Axl was at earlier.

He is not…

Duff's snatching me out of the room only milliseconds before Nikki enters the girl in sync with snorting the line up her skin.

That was that.

It's a bittersweet draw to an end, "thank you" and "damn, I'm gonna miss you" seeming to be on everyone's lips as hugs and high-fives go around between all the boys once we get back to L.A.

I rub my lips together and smile softly as I hand Fred my purse to put in the car, sighing softly, smiling when he looks down at me.

"See ya later, kid." He tells me and tears swell in my eyes as I wrap hug him tightly, taking him off guard a little. "Don't kill each other...not even over that dumb shit he pulled tonight." He says, referring to the groupie cocaine platter.

"I'll try." I mumble, wiping my eyes quickly before stepping up to say bye to the guys.

Steven and Slash are pretty easy, but Axl just stares at me for a moment before reluctantly wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

"I'm sorry I was an asshole this entire trip." He mumbles lowly in my ear.

"I'm sorry I almost got you kicked off." I reply in the same low tone.

"You're one of the reasons they took us in the first place." He states, pulling away to look at me, cupping my face in his hands, grinning. "You're gonna keep up my lie that we're siblings, right?" He asks and I chuckle.

"You guys are gonna make it big and I need a meal ticket so of course." I shrug and his smile grows wider. "I love you." I tell him.

"I love you, too." He assures me, kissing me on the cheek, giving me one last squeezing hug before heading to their bus.

Izzy looks at me for a moment.

"Izzy." I say to him.

"Viv." He acknowledges me and steps to the bus.

Just before Duff can tell me 'bye', arms are locking around my waist, and pulling me against the person they belong to.

"Izzy?" I ask after a moment.

"We're not friends." He says, pulling away to leave, leaving me and Duff.

"Um, I'll see you later?" I offer and he rubs his lips together, his eyes over my shoulder, and I look to see Nikki and a woman that we'd picked up from the airport, getting into the car.

I turn back to face Duff, biting my tongue to keep my tears back.

"You can stay with me tonight." Duff offers.

"Really?"

He just smiles down at me.

I inhale the familiarly comforting scent of cigarette smoke as we walk into Duff's apartment, dropping my bags and running to the bedroom, face planting into the mattress, exhausted.

The weight of Duff's body laying on top of me making me laugh, his own chuckle further making me grin.

"I'm so tired." I tell him.

"Me too." He replies, and I turn over underneath him, wrinkling my nose.

"You stink." I say.

"I think I smell pretty sexy." He grins, teasingly.

"No." I shake my head a little, scrunching my face to my shoulder when he tries to kiss my neck. "Go shower." I giggle when he tries again.

"Come shower with me." He counters.

"I don't feel like it and I don't stink, so--ew, Duff!" I squeal as he takes his shirt off that reeks of sweat and rubs it all over my face and hair.

"What about now?" He asks and I pick up the pillow above my head and start hitting at him with it.

After a few hits are gotten in, he's getting off the bed, stretching.

"You coming?" He asks when he walks to the bathroom.

"I guess." I reply, following after him.

Once I get out and have one of Duff's shirts on, I go to the kitchen to grab some water before bed, the quietness of the apartment allowing different thoughts to invade my mind.

I can't help but wonder what Nikki's doing. Is he high? Is he drunk? Is he even still alive? They leave in a few days for Japan but I honestly don't believe they should go. They need help.

I think at this moment everyone's just trying to see if they can get away with pressing at them a little more without anybody snapping.

But by the looks of it, Nikki is pretty damn close to snapping, and Tommy anf Vince and Mick aren't far behind at all.

Nikki.

My heart tightens in my chest, remembering last Christmas, how he sat curled under our tree, shooting up.

He'd get strung out, then lay underneath the tree and stare up at the lights for hours.

"Are we gonna buy a Christmas tree?" I ask, looking at the empty living area.

"If you want to." He calls to me from the bedroom.

"I want to." I reply, going into the room and getting in bed while he follows.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You know, homey-ness and stuff." I add. "Especially if I'm gonna be here longer." I add and he falls beside me.

"I'll get a tree tomorrow." He assures me, kissing me chastely before yawning and getting comfortable, and I turn off the lamp and lay down, too.

He goes to sleep in no time, but two hours later, in the early hours of morning, I smile to myself in the dark room, Christmas lights from the street shining into the window, lighting up the room and cascading a comforting dim light over Duff's sleeping body next to me.

Reaching over, I run my fingertips softly against his cheek, pushing blonde strands of his hair out of the way, his eyes slowly blinking open slightly before a small tug of a smile pulls his lips slightly.

"Sorry." I whisper, not meaning to have woken him up.

"It's okay." He says quietly, closing his eyes again. "I love you, Vivian." He adds, his eyes staying closed, but he grabs my hand that's on his cheek, and presses a kiss to my palm, holding my hand when he's done.

I snuggle closer to him, laying still and closing my eyes, too, while I reply, "I love you, too," the way I wish I would have done to Nikki all these years.

Years later, while on what I presumed to be his deathbed, he told me that simple moment was what made him feel sure that I was the one. I took everything he had done up to that point with stride. But thinking he was going to die, reflecting on everything that could have been between us but never got to be, and hearing him tell me, "there's a ring I got you years ago when we thought we were gonna be together, but I never gave it to you. Mandy never knew about it. Linda doesn't know about it, but it's on my closet shelf and I don't want to go without giving it to you," broke my heart more than anything he could've done up to that point.

NIKKI

I turn over, seeing the silhouette of the brunette I picked up at the airport, her sheet-covered chest rising and falling with each breath.

A part of me feels irritated because her perfume is contaminating Vivian's side of the bed that still smells like her.

I've been reduced to plucking Viv's clothing from drawers or from in the closet and smelling it. That makes me sound like a fucking stalking creep, but it's the truth.

How the fuck did we get here, again?

Oh, right, me not able to keep my dick in my pants, and the woman I didn't keep my dick in my pants for, didn't keep her mouth shut.

I sit up, walking to the bathroom to piss. When I'm done I look at myself in the mirror and feel a little impressed.

I don't look as bad as I thought.

Well, kinda.

I splash water on my face, wincing at the dark circles under my eyes.

I end up staring at myself for God knows how long, remembering how Vivian would wake up and come in here to get me back in bed if I left her for too long because she didn't like sleeping by herself.

I smile a little, slowly closing my eyes, feeling her touch across my back, the softness of her lips pressing to the skin of my spine before her cheek presses to the same place before she sleepily mumbles out, "come back to bed."

Opening my eyes, for a split second, I see her. Standing behind me, green eyes peering at me over my shoulder, the feeling of her holding me...it's gone in a flash. She's gone in a flash.

My nose burns with the oncoming tears cooking up in my eyes, and I erase them quickly with another splash of water to thr face.

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purekesseltrash · 3 years ago

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This is my final ask talking about BTD so it has to be perfect, I literally created a google doc so I wouldnt fuck it up before I sent it

Shoji replaying a song over and over while doing a task reminded me of when I listened to “Ophelia” by The Lumineers on repeat while drinking coffee on my kitchen counter and lemme tell ya, I’ve been chasing that high ever since

Yeah knowing you'd have *some* family but not all of them after coming out sucks major ass but its the truth, I'm ever so grateful that the only person who would react negatively that I know would be my maternal Grandmother whos a narcissistic bitch who I haven't spoken to in years so like, i dont give a shit what she thinks but I know that it would be hard on Shoji seeing how family oriented he is in this story and him knowing his relationships with his siblings and parents would be rocky makes my heart break for him

OOOOO BITCHHHHHH HES TEXTING HIMMMMMMM

That went over a lot smoother than I thought it would, I mean i'm incredibly happy that they’re like, getting together, but I honestly expected it to be more drawn out

Awww Tokoyami getting their as fast as he could and Shoji being soft for domestic Tokoyami

Sweet jesus I can relate to Shoji just randomly thanking his friend for being his friend, the amount of times I’ve wanted to just ominously text my friends a “thank you for everything” is too many to count

I LOVE GRITTY, HE REMINDS ME OF MY CAT WHOS A MAINE COON (his names Chewie if you're interested)

I knew Mic would suck at cooking, its just so him

I practically squealed at Shoji changing Tokoyami’s contact name to Fumikage

Okay, little background story, I keep a list in my notes app of headcanons for Tokoyami and literally one of them on there says word for word “Dogs absolutely love him and he loves them right back” so im SO GLAD you made him a dog person, making him a cat person seems like the easy route

LAWYER MOM IS INTRODUCED i honestly didn't picture her as a blonde but now I see it

Tokoyami’s mom being incredibly enthusiastic reminds me a lot of my mom, she always get excited when people have pride flags hanging up and suggested we get a pride flag so that made me appreciate my mama more than I already have been

I swear to god my eyes got as big as saucers hearing the part about cheesecake because I'm from New Hartford and forgot Hartford was a different city.

I can just picture Aizawa SLAMMING the brakes and whipping his head around, hair flying, as he looks at Shoji

“And he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding” how much more cliche could you get, not gonna lie that made me laugh

All right I have to confess something. I've skipped every transcript of Put Your Sticks Up because I was impatient and wanted to get to the story. Now you know my biggest secret, I always felt bad but would get frustrated cause I wanted to hear ‘bout my boys.

The last precious worm ask! I am finally on my laptop so I can give this the proper attention.

Ngl, when my head isn't working, I will just put on one song and play it over and over and over and over and over until something comes into my head. My ShinOji fic 'Gold Rush' came from that. Still not sure how I managed to make a somewhat decent fic out of a song about gentrification but my mind is a wild and wonderful place.

Yeah, Shouji goes through it with his family. One thing that I can say though is that as Shouji starts to get more and more successful with his art, Tokoyami starts to spitefully send articles and reviews written on his work to his parent's house. He never gets a response but doesn't expect to, he just feels like they should see how amazing their son is, goddamnit. The one day, a letter comes back. Tokoyami opens it, expecting it to be them telling him to knock it off and instead, one of the pictures has been sent back with 'This is beautiful' written in pen, an arrow pointing to one of his vases. Tokoyami then has to show it to Shouji and explain what he did. Shouji cries basically all night. That starts a very, very tenuous back and forth with his mom.

Gonna put the rest of this under a break because it's gonna be long

You should have seen my first outline if you thought this was quick with them figuring it out. Basically, the only reason that Tokoyami broke it off in the first place was because he didn't see that there was a chance of it working. They worked so well otherwise. Amazing chemistry, complimentary senses of humor, Tokoyami didn't want to break it off at all. He just felt like he had to because otherwise they were both going to get more hurt. So when Shouji was like 'okay, but actually I do want to try this', he was all in.

Ojiro is legit Shouji's first real friend. Which is really really sad given that they met when they were eighteen but Shouji never really got a chance to do anything normal.

Maine Coons rule and Chewie is an excellent name for them. I was going to name their cat after Marie Phillipe Poulin, the greatest women's hockey player ever, but I decided that Gritty would be funnier. Mic as a bad cook is deeply satisfying, I picture him being like me, just all 'okay but I just do enough to make something to survive on and uh.... who needs all the details and stuff'.

The name change actually came from my beta. They asked why his contact was still Western Civ Tutor in the beginning of the chapter and I was like 'oooo, great way to show how they have changed'.

And maaaaaaaaaan. I'm sorry but how is someone who is a bird gonna like a cat. Nah. Tokoyami is a dog person. They do go on to get a dog. They were going to get a Shiba Inu or something catlike until Kenta came through with a hound puppy that he'd found in the rain while on his route and just dumps it in Shouji's lap like 'Surprise!'. They name it Lu after Roberto Luongo, famed goalie. The dog is a goddamned menace and Shouji ends up having to take it to classes and learn about dog training so they can all keep their sanity. He ends up loving Lu the most. (I do some part time dog training so I had to throw that in)

Tokoyami dyes his hair. He's actually a mousy blond under the dye like his mama. And yeah, my parents are hella supportive too. I figured it would be healthy for one of them to have accepting parents.

Aizawa was pretty pissed, ngl. For all that he should know better, he got caught up in the same shit that coaches tend to slip into, which is a responsibility because they have someone with potential that they must mold and then when they go on to do amazing things, they can feel a part of it. But then he realizes where he fucked up and how he was so busy seeing Shouji the hockey player that he couldn't see Shouji the person.

Listen, it's my fanfic, so I'm gonna get as cheesy as I damn well please. I'd written a super cheesy ending for the end of 'Black Sun' and was waffling on keeping it until somebody was like 'it's a fic, be as cheesy as you want'. I can has my cheese, as a treat.

WHAT IN THE FUCK WORM. HOW CONFUSED HAVE YOU BEEN THIS ENTIRE TIME?!?!?! this legit made me laugh out loud when I read it. GO BACK AND READ MIC'S SHOW!!! I set up so much stuff to try and prepare the reader to understand the emotional stakes, not to mention the basic facts of hockey! That being said, I get the feeling.

Thank you for this last super mega grande worm ask, sorry that it took me so long, I wanted to be able to give it my full attention. <3

#btd

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 4 years ago

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Line of Succession - TRR AU

Will Maxwell and Bertrand reveal Barthelemy’s plans? With their divorce coming to fruition, will taking up Lord Devereaux’s offer of legal counsel be in Isabella’s favour?

Chapter list:

Chapter 1: Enough

Chapter 2: Homeward Bound

Chapter 3: Band of Brothers

Chapter 4 Dearest Sympathies

Chapter 5: No Expectations

Tag list: @lorirwritesfanfic @drakewalkerfantasy @desireepow-1986 @rainbowsinthestorm @lorircreates @itslaniquelove @liam-rhys @hopefulmoonobject @speedyoperarascalparty @kimmiedoo5 @rafasgirl23415 @kingliam2019 @mom2000aggie @texaskitten30 @the-everlasting-dream

Trigger warning: Violence, death, premonition of death, sexual innuendo, swearing

“If you don’t fucking stop talking in riddles Beaumont...” Drake barked, “What opportunity...” Maxwell spat the pooled blood in his mouth towards Liam, “To make a better Cordonia you fucking idiot...” Maxwell smiled, his teeth stained from the blood as it caught the side of his cheek but Bertrand continued, “Leo was too unpredictable... he had the taste for violence, the taste for war but that wasn’t enough... Liam on the other hand...” Bertrand’s sly smile slowly creeped across his face, “Liam could be manipulated, he did as he was told. Unsuspecting, polite little Liam....” he teased, “... like his father...with the right encouragement...” Bertrand’s brow raised with a cruel chuckle, “The Sons of Earth could have done more than put an Nevrakis on the throne...

Cordonia could have been unstoppable... until your pathetic mother scuppered our plans...” Bertrand turned his nose upwards in disgust, his face reddening in hatred, “that Auvernese bitch ruined everything!” Liam leapt forward but Drake stopped him, pulling back his arms before he could do any further damage, “Li... not yet...” Bertrand laughed spitefully as it took all of Drake’s strength to keep the King in check, “Look at you... as pathetic as your mother!!” Leo pulled the dagger from Bertrand’s hand as he screamed and writhed in pain, Maxwell’s nostrils flared, “Now the next generation are here... they can lead and move us forward and will not disappoint...”

Maxwell’s eyes darkened as he tilted his head towards Leo raising his brow, “You may kill us... but the Sons of Earth are everywhere you turn; no matter where you go - we won’t be far behind!” Maxwell’s glare returned to a furious Liam goading him further with a look of disgust across his face, “Camille will despise you and all you stand for... She will lead us into the new world!!” Liam mustered all of his strength to break from Drake’s hold, his blood boiled with hatred and anger as he began to punch Maxwell like a rag doll. With his fist and jaw clenched, Liam didn’t hold back; an almighty roar escaped his throat as his fist connected with Maxwell’s jaw. Leo grinned as he held the dagger across Bertrand’s throat, “So where is daddy dearest hiding?” Bertrand chuckled, “You stupid, ignorant oaf, he’s been under your nose the whole time; the Rys line is gone... but it doesn’t matter... father will be replaced, the Sons of Earth will rise...” Leo had heard enough poison and toxicity for one day as he gritted his teeth, driving the dagger into Bertrand’s throat before punching him as hard as he could watching mercilessly as the blood poured from his mouth. Leo turned his head towards Liam and Drake, his chest heaving, “They’re no use to us now...” before reaching into his blazer jacket removing a revolver and aimed for each of their heads. The first shot was quickly followed by the second echoing through the dark Catacombs of the Valtorian Estate.

“Leo!” Liam gasped, “What?! You... you can’t...” returning the revolver to his blazer jacket, Leo chuckled, “Dear brother...” his sea green eyes glistened, “I still have diplomatic immunity...” his lips curled upwards as he chuckled, “Isabella cannot execute our divorce for another two months...” Drake and Liam looked at each other extremely confused, “What the fuck Leo?!” Drake exclaimed, “How the hell are you going to tell Sánchez the Beaumont’s are dead...” Leo snorted, “It’s good riddance, they’re collateral damage...” shaking his head, Leo continued, “I need a fucking drink...” as the three men returned to the library, Leo poured himself a large drink, throwing it back immediately wincing as the liquid quelled his conscious. “Leo...” Liam sighed heavily, “What is going on?” Leo ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair sucking in his cheeks, “I found something in correspondence between Constantine and Felipe. Felipe was worried that he was too easily swayed by the Royal Council and he suspected foul play after your mother was murdered... but Constantine being the pig ignorant fucker he was...” Leo clenched his jaw kicking a nearby table, “He never listened...” Leo turned to Liam glaring, “Even in death, he still manages to fuck with our lives!” Liam tilted his head slightly, “But what did you mean the divorce...?”

Drake raised a brow as Leo remained silent, the cogs in his head turning as Leo poured another glass, “You sick son of a bitch!” Drake reached out taking Leo by the throat, his face reddening with anger, “You’re fucking with her aren’t you?! You orchestrated all of this! Is she collateral damage too?!” Leo pushed Drake off of him grunting, “It was to protect her... she knows nothing about any of this other than Camille was taken by Barthelemy!” Drake turned up his nose, shaking his head in disgust, “Sánchez fucking deserves better and you know that!” Leo’s eyes narrowed as he brushed off Drake’s comments as Liam interjected, “Isabella’s still a Beaumont Drake... it’s best she’s kept at arms length...” Drake took a deep breath, his dark piercing eyes stared down both the brother’s who stood in front of him, “I really fucking hope you know what you’re doing Leo, because it’s not a case of if she finds out, she will and I don’t want to be there when she does...” Liam nodded in agreement as Leo thought for a second brushing his stubble with his hand, “That’ll be a bridge to cross when it comes but for now... we have still a lot of work to do...” Drake looked behind him where the hidden door slipped back into place, “What about those two?” Liam patted Drake’s shoulder, “I’ll sort it, don’t worry...”

“Lord Devereaux...” Jimena smiled as she announced Isabella’s guest, Matthew’s serene, calming blue eyes warmed Isabella’s heart and when he spoke she began to melt, “I believe you requested by presence?” he began to smile as her dark chocolate brown eyes lit up, “Good afternoon...” Isabella stood before walking towards him. Matthew’s eyes were drawn to the young monarch as she approached him. Dressed in a white and black Chanel tuxedo dress and her black heels, the Queen’s long raven hued curls tumbled over her shoulders. Matthew felt his breath hitch as her bright, dazzling smile met him, “Yes... there’s something I would like to share with you...” nodding, Lord Devereaux smiled, “I’m glad for the invitation...” Isabella’s hair bounced as she took Matthew’s arm, linking his with her own, “Follow me...” It took her a few days, but she wanted to repay Lord Devereaux’s kindness as she brought him to the library. Spread across the large Laurentian Oak table that graced the middle of the library, it had been adorned with open books and photographs. Isabella grinned as she looked up at Matthew sweetly, “There were a few things in the Royal archive regarding your grandparents, I thought it might be nice before you decided to head back to London to share these with you...”

Matthew picked up one of the photographs showing his grandmother and grandfather posing with Royalty at a Laurentian state function, another was a photograph of her with Queen Thérèse on the day of the Queen’s wedding. “I...” Lord Devereaux glanced at the petite brunette in amazement, “I...” he began to smile warmly, “Thank you...” Isabella nodded before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “It was the least I could do Señor... I must admit that my evening at the state dinner was rather dull until we spoke... and this...” Isabella gestured to the literature and photography laid out, “Is for you to do as you wish... you can take it all...” Matthew ran this fingers through his blonde feathered hair with a chuckle, “Isabella... I... I cannot thank you enough... my grandmother raised me, so for me to even see her past life in this way, is amazing...” Isabella fluttered her long dark eyelashes, “I do have one thing I would like your expertise on... if you wouldn’t mind to discuss over dinner this evening?” Lord Devereaux nodded in agreement, “Anything... of course...” Isabella blushed slightly as she slowly turned on her heel, looking over her shoulder at him, “I’ll leave you be and someone will be with you soon to let you know when dinner is served...”

Between courses, Isabella and Matthew spoke at length as they got to know each other a little better, “Your Majesty... as much as I am happy to be in your company, I believe you had requested me to review something for you?” Isabella nodded, “Of course...” as she passed him as sealed envelope, “I know you do not deal with divorce but I would appreciate if you could review this prenuptial agreement to ascertain whether there are any legal implications outside of this that may impact the constitution...” Matthew removed the document, scanning through the wording as Isabella waited patiently. Matthew’s brow raised slightly in question as his stunning blue eyes met Isabella’s, “Is there a page missing?” as he quickly flicked through the document again. Isabella shook her head, “No... I don’t believe so Señor... why?” Lord Devereaux took a deep breath, his lips were pursed, “Your Majesty... Isabella... I...” The petite brunette’s smile slowly faded as she tilted her head slightly to the left, “What is it?” Matthew nodded as he continued, “Legally, this as a prenuptial agreement is sound... but it is constitutionally invalid... there is a very old, unused clause in the constitution...” Matthew looked around to ensure that no one else was in the room, “There is an enforceable law hidden in the context of the ‘El matrimonio constitucional entre el rey y la reina debe ser igual y equilibrado’ clause...” Isabella’s eyes narrowed as she tried to understand but the sadness that filled Matthew’s eyes was a give away, “Isabella... I don’t know why there has been no provision in your prenuptial agreement to counterbalance or why this was overlooked in the Constitution but essentially it means that with a divorce or any death, the Monarch cannot rule alone... and any of the legal heirs can claim right to the throne... your children are still young but this can be any living relative...”

“This is why all Monarch’s were essentially betrothed at such a young age to ensure that they were classified as a legitimate heir; I was always confused why your father lifted the betrothal element but not the marriage element... this clause comes into effect two months after the decree absolute or death but an eligible heir can come forward at any time to claim the throne... unfortunately it’s well hidden, but in there...” Isabella bit down on her lip quietly, her chest tightened as she tried to hold back her tears; not only was Leo wanting to destroy her, he wanted to destroy their family - everything she had worked so hard for, gone. The only consolation was that he gave her a head start for forward dating the divorce papers. Matthew softly placed his hand onto Isabella’s as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes immediately locked into his, her long dark eyelashes fluttered as she listened to him whisper to her, “I promise I will help you as much as I can...

You don’t deserve this...” As he brushed his thumb against her olive, sun kissed skin, Isabella felt a rush like no other, staring into his hauntingly pale blue eyes as if she could see into his very soul. He was kind, charming and she felt a comfort that she hadn’t felt in a long time. As Matthew’s phone began to vibrate, he let go of Isabella’s hand, “Sorry Your Majesty... unfortunately the Duke of Lorien has passed, I must meet with the executor...” Isabella nodded, “Yes...” she cleared her throat bringing her back into her reality, “Yes of course...” As Lord Devereaux left Isabella sitting at the table alone, she stared at her engagement and wedding ring she still wore before her dark chocolate brown eyes latched onto the empty seat beside her. Swallowing hard, the petite brunette stood tall, removing her rings from her perfectly manicured finger placing them on the dining table and without a second glance, she walked out closing the door behind her.

#choices #the royal romance #leo x isabella #King Liam #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #prince leo #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choices the royal romance #queen isabella #royal romance au #playchoices fanfiction

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ckret2 · 5 years ago

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whose ur favorite Hazbin character? Like your absolute #1 and why?

I’m torn between Alastor and Sir Pentious because like, whenever I settle on one, I immediately feel like I am unjustly downplaying the awesomeness of the other one.

But like, it’s Alastor.

But I’m gonna give my reasons for Sir Pent too. And this got really long, so for this ask, I’m just going to answer for Sir Pent, and then I’m gonna make a second post about Alastor.

Reasons I really like Sir Pentious:

- snake snake snake snake snake

- “Amoral arrogant ambitious genius megalomaniacal theatrical over-the-top super villain mad scientist inventor” is one of my favorite character tropes. Sir Pentious is on that list, and Zim, and Tarantulas, and Orochimaru, and Quackerjack, and arguably Izaya, and Mojo Jojo, and Emperor Zurg, and Mechanicles...

- snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake

- Mad scientists are usually someone’s henchman, or else they have small scientist mad scientist goals. It’s super nice whenever there are mad scientists that really go for it, go into business for themselves, and just shoot for global domination. (Infernal domination?)

- I’m always fascinated by characters that openly call themselves evil and revel in that descriptor, because, like, that’s almost impossible in the real world. “Evil” is a subjective term that people give to other people that means “I think that what they are/what they are doing is Completely And Utterly Bad, according to my moral compass.” The person who’s being called evil does what they do not because they’re choosing to be evil, but because THEIR moral compass declares that what they’re doing ISN’T evil—and in fact maybe they think, genuinely in their hearts, that their accusers are the evil ones.

"Evil” is not something that people put on themselves. Pretty much the only time someone would call themself evil would be if they’ve been, like, traumatized into hating themselves and thinking themself unforgivably awful in some way. Or else society keeps telling them they’re evil until they go “yeah, okay, I am, screw you.” That’s the only real world situations where someone would call themself evil.

So the fact that characters in fiction can just be like “I’m evil! Yaaay! :D” is, for me, an entertaining mental exercise to wrap my mind around. What’s their life like to cause them to be like that? What strange moral compass are they operating on, to self-label as evil happily/proudly rather than shamefully or spitefully? Coming up with headcanons for world views that result in “I am doing what I myself personally believe to be completely the wrong thing to do, and I’m okay with that and happy about it and proud,” is always a fun thought experiment for me.

- The fact that he calls himself evil proudly means that, like... in life he probably was never trying to be good, which means he probably was never trying to go to heaven, which means instead he was probably actively trying to go to hell, which means, like... he’s probably one of the only characters we see who ended up in the afterlife he wanted/planned to go to. Hell is his reward, it’s the proof that he’s been evil.

And that’s a wild and wildly entertaining thought to play with, that in this big big cast full of characters who ended up in The Really Sucky Afterlife who probably never wanted to be there and hate the fact that they’re there, he must be happy. He must be having a good time. Every day he must wake up in hell and be like “Yes. This is great. Exactly where I wanted to be.” In this realm of jaded, depressed, resigned souls, the dude who’s trying to take over the world must be this obnoxious ray of frigging sunshine.

When Charlie’s doing her Disney princess thing going “I love hell and I love the community and I love the people” and everyone’s like :/ somewhere out there Sir Pent is like “HELL YEAH, SO DO I, BEST NEIGHBORHOOD EVER.” This dude is in alignment with the Disney princess. Think about that. He must have this, like... weird-ass Evil Optimism about him,

- Steampunk tech is a pretty cool aesthetic.

- The *gasp* “SON?!” I don’t care what anyone says about “that line was just a joke,” in my heart Sir Pentious DOES have a son and he MISSES his son and that’s potential for an angsty backstory right there.

- He’s like, set up to be such a dark horse character? Like he’s played as a joke to be brushed off, and he’s got an aesthetic that makes him LOOK like he must be out-of-touch/dated, but actually look at the tech he’s using and it’s lasers and touch screens, like even if the dude doesn’t know how to use memes he’s clearly a full-fledged super genius and he’s keeping up with modern technology. But all of that genius and dangerous potential is narratively buried under the fact that he’s oblivious to euphemisms and he happened to pick a fight with the most dangerous asshole in hell. Buried... and waiting to be dug up.

- snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake snake

Okay so that’s Sir Pent. Alastor post up in a sec.

#sir pentious #meta #hazbin hotel #anonymous #ask

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jade-marie · 4 years ago

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GG 2x04 Rewatch

Not gonna lie, this is probably going to be the only episode I rewatch. The rest has been kinda tainted by 2x13 and s3.

Generally, my opinions tend not to line up with the majority of the fandom - sorry, not sorry.

1. What was your favourite scene of the episode? Tell us why!

It’s a tie between the bathroom break and the vette smash. Bathroom break - for obvious reasons - I’m a hoe and I live for that shit. The vette smash - I just vibe with Rio’s petty energy and the way you could see how much he was enjoying himself, Dean being metaphorically castrated by the guy who just fucked his wife... chef’s kiss.

2. Was there any scene that missed the mark for you? And if so, how?

I WISH beth would’ve bit back when Dean brought up the shooting. It irks me so much that she contnually rolls over for him. She spitefully gets payback, but rarely puts him in his place (if it were up to me, his place would be by boomer-jeff’s side in the dumpster)

3. This episode starts with each of the girls trying to make amends in their own way – Beth through her family, Ruby through charity and Annie through Marion. What do you think this tells us about each of them?

I feel like Beth and Ruby’s attempts at making amends always feel incredibly shallow and I can never tell if it’s down to shitty writing or if its because they genuinely don’t feel guilty. If’it’s the former - I’m not surprised. If it’s the latter - I hope the girls own their lack of remorse, in future.

Annie strikes me as the one who feels genuine guilt over a lot of this, and it’s been pretty consistent - even when Lucy died in S3. I think it makes sense for her to be the most cut up about it because she always struck me as someone who’s ruled by her emotions - she doesn’t exactly think before she acts, and is typically pretty impulsive.

4. Rio offers Beth the keys to the kingdom! This scene is always hotly debated in the fandom! What do you think he meant in the moment of it? Do you think he ever actually saw or even wanted Beth as a partner?

Straying from the general consensus, as usual - I don’t think he was playing her and I don’t think he planned to take a cut of whatever Beth came up with.

Personally, I don’t think it makes much sense. He’s already learnt that he gets further with Beth through praise and reward, as opposed to intimidation - more flies with honey, yada yada yada.

If the whole thing was just a manipulation it would have made more sense for him to convince her that he had faith in her and offer her a 25% cut of any cash washing operation she could come up with. She would’ve bit his hand off at the opportunity.

I think he was telling the truth when he said that he was done, I think he was genuinely flipping his game from cash to pills. At this point, Turner was looking closely and so it would make sense for Rio to want to distance himself from the counterfeit operation. He literally explained back in season one that it’s how he avoids being caught, he flips his game before the feds get too close.

I get the feeling that he probably didn’t intend to have much contact with Beth going forward and was going to leave her to do whatever she wanted with the rest of the money. It’s not that I think he wouldn’t manipulate her, he absolutely would. I just don’t really think it makes sense in this context.

5. Do you think Marion had any idea that Boomer was taking advantage of her?

I think it was probably similar to the situation with Beth, regarding Dean’s cheating: the thought was there, but she never really confronted the idea and lived in a comfy little denial bubble.

6. Dean’s attachment to the corvette is played in many different ways in s2! How do you interpret this?

I think it’s the perfect display of his narcissism and toxic masculinity. The car is as grandiose as his ego and he thinks it’s going to save the dealership, much like he thinks he’s going to be the one to save his family from ruin.

7. Why do you think Beth kept the money from Ruby and Annie?

I think she’s hugely manipulative and likes to be the be the one holding the cards. She only wanted to rob the store when she had her own problems to worry about and then convinced the girls to go along with it, she went to Rio to ask for more work back in season 1, she asked him to up their drops, the list goes on.

She tends to call the shots and drag them along for the ride, so it seems consistent with her personality that she’d keep the money to herself until she needed it, and then inform the girls.

8. The birth of the cars for cash business! Is this Beth’s best idea? Her worst? How do you rank it, both in general and among the girls’ other schemes? And do you think it could’ve worked longterm if Turner wasn’t so fixated on Beth?

Probably the best idea she came up with tbh. The others were pretty poorly thought through, as far as long term strategising goes. It could’ve worked really well if they had an accountant keeping the books looking kosher.

9. The Beth and Dean arc this episode is perhaps one of their most frustrating (in spite of the extremely cathartic resolution, haha). Do you think Dean’s belittling of Beth and his feelings of Beth emasculating him are new to their relationship or have been around for a long time? How do you think they really see each other?

I think they lived in a state of blissful ignorance and their initial interaction (love you, tunafish) was really indicative of that. Him belittling her was probably prevalent in the beginning of the relationship, but I think she probably just placated him and got on with her life. Now she’s clearly growing tired of his shit, just not. fast. enough.

I don’t think they’re in love though. I think Dean’s feelings for her are fuelled by narcissim. She’s obviously good looking and from the outside, he has it all. The house in the burbs, kids, hot wife, family business etc. That’s what he cares about - the image. I don’t think Beth is too dissimilar. I think she probably looked up to Judith as a teenager and idiolised that life, which Dean could provide. I don’t think she ever had deep, romantic, feelings for him. But she probaly does care for him, to an extent.

10. The Annie and Beth arc is also pretty telling of the characters’ history. It’s also one of the few times we’ve deliberately seen Beth seek out Annie for comfort (often it’s incidental that Annie’s there). What do you think this tells us about their relationship, both historically, and where they are at this point in the series?

I think it’s one of the few moments that their sibling bond is believable. It’s pretty accurate that, as Annie is maturing, she becomes less of a fuckup baby sister who needs everyone to clean up after her and grows into someone that beth can turn to for comfort/advice. Makes sense that this happens later in life, considering the significant age gap.

11. Ruby’s scene at the Quick Cash with JT is really significant – both in terms of it being a generally delightful scene, but also as a touchstone demonstration of Ruby’s increasing unwillingness to swallow her pride. Do you think Ruby prior to the series commencing would’ve reacted to JT’s goading in this way? And how do you think this scene compliments the scene earlier in the episode with Stan admitting he’s taken another loan too?

I thinks she would’ve wanted to, but literally couldn’t afford to. She had the means and opportunity to give him a dose of karma. But it’s always been in her nature to talk shit - diner dickweed in season 1. She refused to swallow her pride and apologise.

That, along with Stan taking another loan, seems to fit in well with the Hill’s entire arc of trying to be good people and being consistently shit on for it.

12. THE. BATHROOM. BREAK. That’s it. That’s the question. Please elaborate on your thoughts and feelings.

Am i supposed to be able to form thoughts or sentences that adequately express my feelings?

Petty king is also king of consent, he let beth take the lead - love it.

Judging from the papertowel dispenser, stroke game was strong.

Penis levitation is now a part of my vocab, thank you for your service, Rio.

10/10 - would definitely recommend being railed in a bathroom by this man.

13. Greg and Annie have what’s their last break-up in this episode (at least up until now). Why do you think this particular one stuck? And do you see any sort of future for them?

I feel like the key difference was Annie putting her foot down and saying “no”. Idk if I can see them getting back together, becasue I don’t think she’d have another affair when there’s a child in the mix and he’s too much of a pussy to divorce Nancy unless he has a guaranteed backup plan aka Annie. Still kinda ship it though.

14. Annnnd lastly, what do you make of the final scene at Boland Motors? What do you think Rio thought following both the bathroom break and this moment?

I think that Rio was genuinely flipping his game and moving away from cash and, in turn, Beth. But the bathroom break changed his mind, so he got curious and wanted to know what she came up with for the money, only to find out that she gave it to Dean. Given how possessive Rio is of his money, in combination with the feelings for Beth which had just been stirred up, I think his jealous side came out and he took back the money.

Up until this point, the entire Brio dynamic was him holding the power and exerting it whenever he saw fit. The second he followed her into that bathroom, he gave up whatever semblance of control or power he had left. The man is a very obvious control freak and so I don’t think he does well or feels secure in those situations. Him smashing up the car was basically an attempt to re-establish dominance and convince himself (and Beth) that he was still in control; with the added bonus of emasculating dean and making money.

And daaaayyyyyyyuuuuuuummmmm if I don’t enjoy watching that scene. The emasculation of Dean, Rio being petty, Beth malfunctioning at the possibility of Dean finding out she got dicked down in the bathroom, while he sat outside trying (and failing) to get the waiter’s attention. I DIE

#4am thoughts #rio's stroke game is obvs fire #would def care to experience it #dean is trash #hate him #die bitch #stan deserves the earth #petty ruby is iconic #annie is way smarter than anyone (including the writers) gives her credit for #gg rewatch 2x04 #gg rewatch

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calumcest · 5 years ago

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Hi! For the writing prompt can you do one maybe with „come back“ and „sorry“ with lashton? Thank you☺️ your writing is amazing!

omg this is so cute anon thank u !!

ok jex helped me w the concept of this drabble bc i was LOST on what to make them argue about so big thank u jex

Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (they parted after a fight, the other has been missing for a while, etc) // Send me a “Sorry” and I’ll write a drabble about one character apologizing to the other (hurting the other’s feelings, do something that angered the other, etc)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Luke is a fucking drama queen.

Or, at least, Ashton thinks darkly as he shoves his hands into his pockets to protect them from the wind, that’s what Austen would have written had she known Luke for more than two minutes.

Ashton had told Luke he needed today, just one day, to himself. One day to answer all his emails, get on top of all his admin work, do his tax returns, all the boring adult shit that he doesn’t want to do but has to, and requires concentration. One day.

Luke had whined, bitched, moaned, but told Ashton he could have his one day. He’d sulked around the house all of the previous evening, waiting for Ashton to ask what was wrong rather than acting like a fucking adult and expressing how he felt, and, when Ashton hadn’t played into his childish behaviour, had exploded, blurting that he didn’t get why Ashton couldn’t just do all that stuff with Luke.

(“Just because you can do it with me around doesn’t mean I can do it with you around,” Ashton had tried to explain patiently. “Different people focus differently.”

“So you don’t love me?” Luke had said, and Ashton had stared at him in absolute disbelief.

“How the fuck did you get that from ‘we’re different people’?” he’d asked incredulously, and Luke had been so incensed that Ashton hadn’t immediately soothed his ego and assured him that yes, he did love him, that he’d flounced off to their bedroom and gone to sleep.

At eight p.m.)

Ashton had woken up early specifically so he could hopefully get everything done by late afternoon and have a few hours to unwind with Luke, and he’d actually managed to make such a sizeable dent in his to-do list that by lunchtime he was making himself a sandwich, humming happily and mentally planning a schedule for the rest of the day. He’d reckoned he could have been done by about four, which would have left him and Luke with plenty of time to do something fun.

That had been the moment that Luke had walked into the kitchen, seen Ashton dancing on the spot to the song he’d been humming.

“Oh,” he’d said, petulant and upset. “I see.” Ashton had closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose before spinning around to face Luke.

“What?” he’d said.

“You’re having a great day,” Luke had said pointedly.

“Answering emails isn’t my idea of a great day,” Ashton had said. Luke’s features had twisted into a frown.

“Well, you’re fucking humming and dancing,” he’d said. “I haven’t seen you that happy in a long time.” Ashton had rolled his eyes so hard he thinks he may have permanently strained them.

“You’re fucking impossible, Luke,” he’d said, tone harder than he’d intended, and Luke’s face had shifted from upset to angry.

“What?” he’d asked bitterly. “I’m not allowed to be upset that the happiest I’ve seen my boyfriend in weeks is when he’s not spending time with me?” Ashton hadn’t been able to stop himself laughing at that, biting and humourless.

“Are you fucking serious?” he’d asked angrily.

“Am I fucking serious?” Luke had repeated, voice rising.

“You’re insane,” Ashton had said acidly. “I’m not here for your fucking entertainment, Luke.”

“What the fuck are you good for, then?” Luke had said spitefully, because he knows exactly what buttons and insecurities to push at to get a reaction, and Ashton had swallowed back the fury rising in his stomach.

“Fuck you,” Ashton had spat, and he’d shouldered past Luke and stormed out of the house.

That’s how he’d ended up here, in a little park a few streets away, walking laps around it to try and burn off all the anger fizzing in his veins and churning in his stomach. It had only taken an hour or so until the anger had dissipated, but the lingering hurt still hasn’t gone four hours later.

He’s sat on a park bench, eyes closed as he tries not to think both about the fact he’s going to have to go home and face Luke at some point and he’s now got to set aside another half a day to finish off all the shit he didn’t get done today, when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Ashton contemplates not looking at it, because he knows it’s going to be Luke, but part of being an adult in an adult relationship (not that Luke would know anything about that, he thinks bitingly) is facing your problems and communicating. So he pulls his phone out, presses the home button, and reads the text.

Luke US New New Real New (Actual New 2020)I’m sorry. Please come home

Ashton toys with his phone for a minute, wondering whether he should reply, before deciding there’s no point if he’s going to go home. He pulls himself off the bench with a sigh, dread settling in his stomach as he walks out of the gate and down the two roads back home. He’s not sure he wants to face this music.

He unlocks the door as quietly as he can, but it’s to no avail, because Luke’s sat on the bottom step of their staircase, eyes red, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands and suspiciously dark-looking. He jumps when Ashton walks in, but doesn’t get up, just looks at him, biting his lip.

They stare at each other for a moment, and then Ashton breaks their gaze to fumble with his shoes, busying himself so he won’t have to look at Luke. Finally, though, after he’s rearranged his shoes about fifteen times, he has no choice but to look back at him. Luke swallows, and pulls himself to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he says eventually.

“That’s not good enough,” Ashton says quietly. Luke bites his lip again.

“I know,” he says, and then rushes to continue when Ashton opens his mouth. “But just- just hear me out, okay?” Ashton sighs, and nods. “Okay. I fucked up. I was being selfish, self-absorbed, childish and…uh, kind of ridiculous, honestly. I took that out on you, which was unfair, and I’m so sorry that I said what I said. I didn’t mean it, obviously - it was just me being spiteful and trying to hurt you.” Luke pauses, and takes a deep breath. “I understand that I have hurt you, and I understand that I’ve fucked up by being selfish and self-obsessed. My feelings aren’t more important than yours, and I understand that too. I’d like to do whatever you feel you need to work past this. If you need space, that’s okay. If you don’t think you can forgive me and don’t want to be with me anymore-” he swallows again, and Ashton can see the tears pricking at his eyes, but he pushes through it. “-then that’s okay too. You’re the most important thing to me, Ashton, and I want to do whatever I can to show you that I’m sorry.” He finishes with a shaky exhale, and Ashton stares at him, trying to comprehend what he’s just heard. It’s sensitive, sensible, put-together, and-

“Did you Google how to give a proper apology?” he asks, and one of the tears in Luke’s eyes falls as he laughs sadly. He brings the wet sleeve of his hoodie up to wipe it away as he nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “I know I suck at apologising. I wrote it all down in a note.” Ashton swallows.

“Oh, Luke,” he whispers, because if Luke went so far as to Google how to fucking apologise properly, he must really fucking mean it.

“One of the websites said I shouldn’t put the responsibility for fixing it on you, because it was me that fucked up, and I get that, but I need to know whether you want space, or, like…” Luke trails off, looking unsure. Ashton blinks.

“Come here,” he says, holding his arms open, and Luke hesitates.

“I don’t want you to just sweep this under the rug,” he says tentatively. “I’m not apologising because I want things to be okay. I’m apologising because I’m sorry about what I did to you.”

“Jesus,” Ashton says, and he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. “How many fucking websites did you read?” Luke makes a sound that sounds like it was meant to be a laugh but ends up more of a sniffle.

“A lot,” he admits.

“Come here,” Ashton repeats, and this time Luke does, wrapping his wet sleeves around Ashton’s neck and burying his face in Ashton’s neck as Ashton holds him tightly, trying not to let his own tears fall onto Luke’s shoulder.

“I’m still upset,” he tells Luke, and he feels Luke nod against him.

“That’s understandable,” Luke mumbles.

“I love you,” Ashton says, gentler this time. “I’m never not going to love you. It’ll be okay.” Luke nods again, and Ashton squeezes him as tightly as he can.

“I love you too,” Luke whispers. They stand there for a moment, and Ashton brings a hand up to wipe away the tears from his own eyes.

“I can’t believe you Googled how to give me an apology,” he says, voice thick, and Luke laughs. Ashton feels it reverberate through both of their bodies, warming his heart, and presses a kiss to Luke’s shoulder.

They’re going to be okay.

#lashton #ok this turned into less of a drabble more of a fic #1.5k WHOOPS #BUT ANYWAY #drabbles #Anonymous

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ineffablefool · 5 years ago

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ineffablefool’s 2019 fanfic post

I started writing Good Omens fanfiction in my head, while trying to sleep, on the night of June 30th. I put the first actual text down on virtual paper (using the sticky note app on my phone) on July 1st.

My AO3 account had to go through the queue for creation, but I officially joined up on July 15th, and posted that first fic on the 17th.

I have been writing and posting fanfic for six months, and according to AO3′s count, have put up precisely 151249 words. Now, that’s... not accurate, because I have 18 advent ficlets up, each of which have about 15 words of not-story preamble, plus some song lyrics and such here and there. But I am pretty sure that there are still fully 150k legitimate words of Soft Zone(TM).

That’s a lot. I feel pretty accomplished.

Here is a list of everything, oldest first, WIP last. Every single story is completely asexual, and every single story is completely fat-positive. That’s the Soft Zone(TM) promise.

Thank you to everyone who’s been riding along with me in 2019. I hope to bring you even more words in 2020.

Something That Keeps You Here (T, 4880 words) A love-confession fic where Aziraphale is worried that his corporation is too soft, but good news! It isn’t!

They Are A Pale Picture Of You (T, 4567 words) Kind of like the first one, but from Crowley’s POV -- a love-confession fic with a self-conscious Aziraphale.

Calling You An Angel, Calling You The Nicest Things (G, 1464 words) A lIght-hearted established-relationship fic revolving around pet names.

Hoping For The Chance To Start (G, 713 words) A Crowley’s Flat After The World Doesn’t End ficlet with light mutual pining but no romantic resolution.

And I’ve Waited For You (G, 1844 words) A love-confession fic with a bunch of pining Crowley up front.

Log Of Events In A Soho Bookshop (G, 1184 words) A light-hearted established-relationship fic where Aziraphale gets really distracted by reading.

Spoiled, Sweet (T, 1804 words) A love-confession fic which was written just because I got one moment stuck in my head and had to shove the entire rest of a story around it. Features pining but also silliness.

For Want Of A Scone (T, 3566 words) A lightly piney but mostly breezy love-confession fic. The first time I started getting really obnoxious about the fat positivity (and then I basically never stopped, and also won’t).

Crowley Wakes (G, 1604 words) A sort of angsty piney thing where actually there’s no need for pining at all. Crowley is kind of a disaster sometimes.

A Plea, A Petition, A Kind Of Prayer (G, 3607 words) Fairly heavy angst by my Soft(TM) standards. A dickwheelie letters fic where Aziraphale finds a bunch of mysterious unsent love letters from the 1800s and then shows them as a curiosity to Crowley. I wrote a handful of the letters and they are redolent of conifer.

Then I Knew, Oh Then I Knew (G, 3536 words) A love-confession fic with just a smidge of corporation angst from Aziraphale.

Tattlebones (G, 3345 words) A silly, breezy love-confession fic revolving around a goofy stunt and a plastic skeleton.

Armor Of Righteousness (G, 3209 words) A somewhat dramatic Protective Aziraphale love-confession fic. Exists because I couldn’t stop thinking about this sketch by speremint.

My Heart Your Home, Your Shape My World (T, 4974 words) As of when it was posted in August, my most blatantly yell-it-to-the-rooftops fat-positive fic. Established-relationship fluff, non-sexual intimacy, lots of softness.

Your One Pet Name For Me (G, 2615 words) A love-confession fic that I basically wrote because TheLadyZephyr got me thinking about pet names.

A Very Peculiar Feeling (G, 2639 words) A love-confession fic where Aziraphale can sense something from Crowley which definitely isn’t love, nope nope.

Sometimes The Truth Is Like A Second Chance (T, 3118 words) A love-confession fic where Crowley has an accidental fake boyfriend, like in this Tumblr post.

All Sorts Of Fascinating Things (T, 6855 words) Established-relationship crossover fic with Star Trek TOS, although it’s barely a crossover in that no important Star Trek characters have lines. Remember the episode “Shore Leave”? Yeah, it’s that episode.

So Soft, So Warm (T, 1314 words) An established-relationship very fluffy, very lovingly fat-positive fic.

A Snowy Night In Soho (T, 2463 words) An established-relationship very fluffy, very spitefully fat-positive fic.

To Carry All My Love For You (T, 6268 words) A love-confession fic where Aziraphale has large arms, with folds and lots of stretch marks and lovely things like that, because an anon asked for it.

It’s Beginning To Look A Bit Ineffable, I Suppose (T, 14653 words) Probably complete because I don’t expect I’ll do the prompt for the 31st -- 18 holiday-themed ficlets based on drawlight’s prompt list. Mix of established-relationship and love-confession; mix of canonverse and my INNW human AU.

If Not Now, When (T, WIP, 71027 words currently) Currently-updating human AU, 24 chapters posted thus far, 26 written, and 28 total expected. Crowley is trans and ace and falls hopelessly in love with a customer at the coffee shop where he’s briefly working. All the obnoxiously adoring fat positivity you can handle, plus Battling Personal Demons and the occasional stop-in at a very silly tabletop RPG game.

(Fun fact: my earliest stories were written with canon Aziraphale’s appearance in mind! The first one where I can for sure remember my visibly-fat-Aziraphale headcanon coming into play was For Want Of A Scone, although that doesn’t mean I hadn’t been spoiled by speremint’s lovely art earlier.)

(Additional fun fact: I hope you are having a lovely day, night, or other time period!)

#ineffablefool original post #let me know if i got a link wrong there are like 30 of them so i probably did #you can rebagel this if you would like! sometimes posts are kind of weird to rebagel but i don't think this one would be

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mysticaltigersorceress · 4 years ago

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For both my gorls: 8, 23, 24, 29, 37, 38, 39, 41, 42, 51, 54, 61, 65, 66? uwu :lovesick:

lol this took so long, so all of them be under the cut :peepolove:

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC's voice sound like?

Renna has a lower pitched voice (contralto for u music nerds), and while she tends to be very sassy, also talks very formally. (Except in the whole honorifics aspect. In Japanese, the only person she’d give an honorific to would probably be Haven, and maybe a few others in… tense situations.) *cough* she also tends to speak very… eloquently… when she’s drunk. RIP anyone who does not have a dictionary on them. (Accent wise, I’d give her a British accent, I know there are different kinds, but like standard BBC)

Haven’s voice is a bit higher (soprano range), and usually talks very casually, though she is a normal amount of respectful toward strangers. When she isn’t thinking about it, she tends to squish all her words into weird contractions. ‘I wish y’all coulda seen tha!’ … so basically I’m giving her my way of irl talking. So, American mountain west accent?

23. Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Renna usually keeps people at a distance. Usually. Somehow Haven wormed her way in, but that’s not the point. Renna tends to be around criminals

Haven surrounds herself with people she thinks are good. Just because they’re technically a criminal doesn’t mean they are bad. She loves to be around average people, though she has to be careful to not get them in trouble by association. So Revolutionaries? Check! Whitebeard? Double check!! All these other fantastic people the government do not approve of? ALL THE CHECKS! (There are also a few marines she likes in theory but can’t ever really see because they’d have to bring her in.)

24. Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

Imma start with Haven this time. This child *sobs* has gone through so much crap, and yet, doesn’t really have it in her to hate anyone. Now, there are a few people she would avoid if at all possible. Akainu and [a made up marine rear admiral I have yet to name] are at the top of that list and if she truly hated anyone, it would be these two. She does seriously dislike Caesar Clown (she met him at some point before he was arrested) and actually, she’d probably be able to cross into that border of hate when she finds out what his experiments were after he left the WG.

Now Renna, hmm where should I start? She feels a lot of anger where Haven doesn’t, so Akainu and [stupid rear admiral?], oh yeah, she’ll decapitate them if she gets a chance. She hates sexual predators and sex offenders, and their apologists and defenders. She also hates the Celestial Dragons, and anyone else who supports the slave trade. So Doflamingo? Fuck that guy, and anyone who works for him. All those are personal, but in general, the thing she hates most are people who are lazy and take credit from others.

29. What is your OC's level of education?

Renna has the OP equivalent of a PHD, cuz she is a doctor. (Might not technically have her license anymore, but yk.)

Haven didn’t attend any sort of school, ever. However, she was taught about botany to help her with using her DF, so she does have a bit of vocational training?

37. What is your OC's biggest dream?

Renna didn’t have a dream of her own for a long time. But when she was older, she realized she did have a dream: to live her life out as she decided, to experiment, try new things, to fail and not have it be a bad thing.

Haven’s biggest dream is to have her bounty poster redacted. If that happened, she could settle down without fearing for her safety. (Also, get that surgery on her hip done.)

38. How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Renna handles stress very well most of the time. Half the crew bleeding out and the other half being dumbasses? *SMACK* here’s the instructions, don’t back talk or I’ll break your other arm too. Sometimes though, if she’s more emotionally invested, then she might not handle it as well. She generally folds inward though to handle the stress, gets quiet and a bit nonverbal. (Won’t talk unless absolutely necessary.) When she’s anxious, bites her lip a lot too.

Haven has two ways to handle stress; procrastinate feeling it, or hysterically laugh it off. Or both. For the first option, it’s usually when she’s in a fight scenario; can’t deal it rn, so she’ll just cry when she finally has time to stop and process it all. Laughing about it? That happens when she’s feeling anxious but cannot do a single thing to change that fact. Anxious for no reason? Just starts laughing in the middle of the street, and people think she’s crazy. She also tends to get very twitchy when she’s anxious as well.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Renna is very used to keeping all her emotions under check, so even when she’s upset about something, she just keeps it to herself. To blow off steam, how she’ll handle it will depend on the options she has. If she’s on an island, if she can find a piano in a bar to play at, she’ll do that for a few hours. If not, she’s going to find the first people she deems scum and beat them to a bloody pulp. However very occasionally, she will lash out, and that just means a lot of yelling, but that is a very rare thing for her.

Haven doesn’t get angry very often. If she’s upset about something, she’s going to go distract herself until she can think about it clearly. She’ll often seek out performers to watch them, or go wander around in gardens/fields/forests, anywhere she can be close to plants and away from people. But when Haven truly gets angry, well if you’ve heard the saying: “Demons run when a good man woman goes to war.”

41. What is your OC's greatest fear?

Renna: Eels. Also, her ex-fiance.

Haven: Akainu and [unnamed rear admiral].

42. What makes your OC happy?

Renna: Learning new songs on the piano. Also, pretending to be losing in a fight only to turn the tables on them last minute.

Haven: Making someone else happy, flowers, singing. Also, attending performances of different kinds. Dance? Music? Acrobatics? Theatre? All wonderful.

51. What are some of your OC's morals?

Renna: Taking advantage of others work is wrong, put forth your own work and effort. Taking away another's freedom is abhorrent. You are under no obligation to save your enemies/those who would spitefully use you. Sexually harassing/assaulting someone is one of the worst crimes in her book. (Abusing another for your own pleasure.)

Haven: Taking away someone’s freedom is wrong, as is using others for your own agenda without their consent. Mercy is something that should always be granted, unless they have proven in the past that they will bite the hand that fed them. You should help others whenever you are able. Don’t regret anything you do unless it brings harm to another. (I guess unless you meant to harm them.)

54. Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

Renna would claim to think with her head, and frequently she does. But, she does frequently make impulsive decisions, so :tpose:

Haven usually thinks with her heart, but it rarely leads her astray. She is fairly emotionally intuitive, and trusts her instincts and impressions. Over thinking things just gets in the way.

61. What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Renna: Cold, aloof, fierce, calculating.

Haven: Kind, soft-spoken, air-headed, welcoming.

65. What is your OC's favorite drink?

Renna: Fruit/herb infused water, rose wine.

Haven: Peach tea

66. What is your OC's favorite food?

Renna: Cinnamon Rolls, Blueberries, Blueberry Cinnamon Rolls

Haven: Chocolate muffins

#asked #ask game #haven #renna #my ocs #one piece ocs #one piece #mvchat

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theweekinarrowfic · 5 years ago

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Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, November 10-16, 2019

NOTE: I’m now crossposting to https://theweekinarrowfic.dreamwidth.org Need more Arrow in your life? Why not try one of the multchapter fanfics recently completed by our talented fic writers?

Olicity

How Not to Peel an Orange by imfallingforyoureyes102 (2/2, 16 Nov 2019) - “Oliver Queen, you give me back my orange!”; Felicity jams her finger into his chest with a small grumble.; “Yow! Hey, Edward Scissorhands,” Oliver growls, grabbing onto Felicity’s hand, his own hand absolutely engulfing hers. “Watch the claws.”; Oh, I’ll show you claws Oliver,” Felicity retorts spitefully, yanking her hand out of his grasp and swatting his arm repeatedly. “Give me back my fracking orange!”; (Or, after finishing a conversation with Laurel right outside the elevator bank, Oliver finds Felicity eyeing a small orange wearily. Laurel watches the amused banter that springboards back and forth between the two, and it isn't long before she sees exactly who Felicity Smoak is in Oliver Queen's life).

Reunion by WriteReal (2/2, 14 Nov 2019) - Post Crisis on Infinite Earths. Olicity gets their second chance at a perfect ending. Love, angst, and smut (chapter 2) ahead.

Taken by Bellaledrid (6/6, 12 Nov 2019) - Felicity is kidnapped by Slade Wilson in an attempt to destroy Oliver. Can Oliver find her in time before Slade kills her, or will he be too late?

From Dusk Till Dawn by OlicityAddicted (9/9, 10 Nov 2019) - Oliver's love life is not as it used to be years ago. Because of what he's been through, he can't find a girlfriend that won't run away from him. One night, he feels lonely and needs some human contact, so he calls someone who, hopefully, will keep him company. Felicity has an appointment with a client. This is her life now, meeting with strangers to earn money. She feels trapped, no one can help her and she has no idea how to get herself out of this mess. Little do they know that this encounter will change their lives forever.; Or, the AU where Felicity is forced to be a prostitute and Oliver helps her to get out of a bad situation.

One Night by find_your_light (18/18, 16 Nov 2019) - Felicity paces back and forth in her bathroom, fingers playing with each other in front of her stomach and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. How the hell did she get here? She prides herself on being smart -- on being a genius, actually. Hell, she skipped eighth grade! So how in the hell had she ended up here, burning a hole in the floor of her bathroom, waiting for a flimsy plastic stick to tell her if her life is over?; An Olicity Teen Pregnancy AU

The one who is crouched in the shadows by TheLadyMuse (3/3, 15 Nov 2019) - is Oliver Queen.

Alpha by OliversMuse (40/40, 11 Nov 2019) - Oliver Queen was a powerful vampire that was captured by a group experimenting on hybrids. Turned into a hybrid that is half vampire and half wolf he is strong, fast and deadly. While in captivity he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak a hermatologist who is called in to monitor his feedings. All Oliver wants is to be free, away from the experiments and being in a cage, and strangely he feels he can trust Dr. Smoak. There is also an unspoken attraction between them that is forbidden. Can he convince her to set him free or will her attraction to him tempt her to keep him close?

Other Ships/Characters

Cardinals by Kinzie_Writes (Barry Allen/Oliver, 2/2, 12 Nov 2019) - Barry is gay, it's no secret everyone knows it, well since Ollie showed up at the ccpd and suprised him. He dicides to visit, but this isn't a normal visit. Will their love be able to break out of whatever restraints are put on them physically and emotionally. (A/U where barry and Iris don't get married set in s5)

The Disastrous Adventures Of Leonard Snart by Lady_Yellow (Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, "Team Arrow" listed as character, 15/15, 13 Nov 2019) - When the Oculus exploded, Leonard "Len" Snart thought that his life was over but he was far to imagine a little girl bring him back to life to kick Nazi's asses and protected a whole new world with an ex-killer, a general with weird powers, the man who looked exactly like his crush but with wings instead of super speed and a little girl with even weirder power. But that was his life now...And honestly? He loved it. [Updates every wednesday and sunday]

#arrow #Olicity #olivarry

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