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maraleestuff · 4 months ago
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Smallville season 6 au where Lana and Lex getting engaged/ married is what drives Clark to move on beyond Smallville and start toward his journey to becoming Superman.
It’s not instant; he’s still in love with Lana, but he knows she won’t ever really be safe if she knows his secret. If not Lex, relentlessly obsessed, it could be Lionel, or anyone else desperate enough to control him. (And, deep down, Clark knows it’s never really worked with Lana. There are reasons he never felt he could truly be himself with her.)
But Clark dedicates himself to finding the rest of the Phantom Zone prisoners. Instead of swearing not to start his training until the prisoners are all found and dealt with, Clark splits his time between hunting the prisoners and training in the Fortress—because while he held his own against krypto-metas, intergalactic criminals are another beast entirely. At some point, Chloe drags him up for air to keep him from getting himself killed. (Dealing with heartbreak and a single-minded mission isn’t always a good thing.) Oliver drags him into working a mission with the nascent Justice League. (Proving a top dollar executive is embezzling funds or whatever isn’t the same as fighting aliens—but it does save jobs & livelihoods.)
Then comes the slightly altered season 6 finale. Lana fakes her death to escape Lionel’s threats, frames Lex; Clark fights Bizzaro, etc. (Clark hears about Lana’s “death” from Lionel, but after knowing that Lionel threatened Lana, he’s almost certain that Lionel witnessing Lana’s death isn’t a coincidence. And despite the rift with Lex, he doesn’t believe that Lex would have hurt Lana.)
Don’t get me wrong, I love Kara, but she wouldn’t come in yet (or until after Clark has established himself as Superman). Instead the new Season 7 would open with a tenuous alliance between Clark and Lex as they try to solve Lana’s “murder”, and Clark shifts his focus toward Metropolis, becoming a reporter for the Daily Planet, making secret saves in the shadows (whether becoming the Red-Blue Blur as a precursor to Superman or just skipping that step entirely).
And of course, we can’t forget about Veritas—and what Lionel might do to “protect” the Traveler who he can’t control….
(As an aside: in this au, Lionel was responsible for the whole fake pregnancy thing with Lex and Lana. Cause that felt cruel and extremely out of character even for “evil” Lex cause wtf was that anyway??)
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cowboycider · 1 month ago
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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
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yokonette · 1 month ago
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gracebethartacc · 1 month ago
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Redesign Screenshot redraws I’ve been working on all week long of my fave ep YAYYY (def Not an excuse to draw thorax lots and lots and lots noooo)
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ahhlehlehlehleh · 1 year ago
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Self indulgent au where Fives and Tup encounter Dogma in the Inhibitor Chip / Clone Protocol 66 Arc. Also they all live.
Extra rough doodle that I felt it didn't really fit anywhere at the above (and also I messed up on the clean up and just got sad).
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mischiefbuckley · 1 month ago
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If oliver had a nickel for every time he got the script and read that he had to play a doctor surrounding a medical coma sequence on the show he’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice now
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stingrea · 2 months ago
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THE MONKIE TRIO!!! @kyri45 I absolutely love the comic, it’s adorable! I always look forward to seeing the updates throughout the week 🥰
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zepskies · 4 months ago
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Lost on You - Part 6
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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader
Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.
AN: The pros and cons of tangling with Soldier Boy...
Song Inspo: “The Voodoo House” by Rick Springfield
Word Count: 6.4K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut and more smut, angst, a Noir sighting, death, and even some hurt/comfort if you squint.  
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Part 6: Drowned & Spellbound
Countess was bound to get back at you for this.
You found that you didn’t give a shit as you sat across from your companion with a crystal glass of champagne in hand. You stared up at the tall arched ceilings and ornate chandeliers, the beautiful tapestries and landscape paintings, and most impressive of all, the tall, intricately carved walls of the Oak Room.
You’d heard about this restaurant, but you’d never in your life even stepped foot into the Plaza Hotel. You were now very glad you changed into a proper dress, as well as fixed your hair and makeup.
Across from your intimate table, Ben held his bourbon with a relaxed set to his shoulders. No doubt this was like getting a burger at Chilis for him.
“Enjoying the scenery?” he remarked, taking a sip.
You smiled a little bashfully. “It’s beautiful here. I’ve never been to a place like this.”
Ben’s answering smile was predictable. Stick with me, baby doll. I’ll show you a whole new world, it seemed to say.
“Sinatra comes here from time to time,” he said, pointing at a small corner stage with a piano. “He’s known to take that spot over there and do a tune or two, if he’s got enough whiskey in him.”
Frank Sinatra?! Now that was exciting. You couldn’t help but glance around to see if you spotted him, or any other famous person for that matter. When you heard a chuckle, you looked over and found Ben’s amused face.
“What?” you said with a smile.
“What, I’m not enough celebrity for you?” he teased, rolling his shoulders. “I stormed fucking Normandy, you know.”
You did know, but you leaned in closer, giving your amused attention. It didn’t take long for him to launch into an hour compilation of war stories from back in his day. You’d heard many of them before, but you made it seem as if you were hanging onto his every word.
You realized though, that you could sense him lying with your abilities. Every word that came from his mouth when he talked about his past, his achievements, his exploits in the war and how he helped Vought build a better America afterwards…
It was all complete and utter bullshit.
It took all you had to keep the incredulous frown off your face as you fought to remain invested in his stories. Okay, the one about him taking LSD with the Beatles during Woodstock was true, but other than that, complete and utter bullshit.
You ate mostly in silence as you allowed him to keep talking your ear off, just offering small interjections here and there while he devoured his steak. He seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice.
You supposed this was what it was like to date the most famous man in the world. No wonder Countess got sick of him.
When he finally rested for a beat, ordering yet another glass of bourbon (you’d lost count at this point), you took your chance to learn something real about him.
“So you’re from Philly, huh?” you said. “What about your family?”
Ben pulled back on you then, his expression falling closer to stoicism.
“What about it?” he said.
“Well, I just realized I know a lot about your career and the amazing things you’ve done for this country, but I don’t know all that much about you,” you said, meeting his eyes. “Like…did you have siblings? What were your parents like? Did you have a dog growing up? That kind of thing.”
You laughed a little to lighten the load, but Ben only softened slightly. It took a moment for him to answer you.
“I was an only child,” he said, again, sipping at his glass. “No dog. Money was too tight for that.”
Again, a lie, you sensed. Not in the first answer, but the second one. Who the hell lied about having a dog?
Or maybe, it was the bit about money being tight. You knew his backstory from the documentary Vought made of him back in ‘75. He was the true “rags to riches” story, according to the narrative, having grown up poor and struggling to survive. It was the one thing you thought you could relate to him about.
But apparently, that wasn’t true either.
“And your parents?” you prodded.
“They were normal. I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say,” Ben said, a little more snappish than you expected. You blinked, taken aback.
You slid your chair a bit closer, so that you were sitting beside him rather than across from him. You laid a hand on his arm, over his jacket. 
“Look, I don’t just want to date Soldier Boy, America’s first superhero,” you said, looking up into his eyes. “I want to know you.”
Again, it took him a beat. But eventually, he lowered his glass back to the table and rubbed a hand over his mouth and chin.
“My mother was a singer at a club. A little crooner, like you,” he said. He eyed you with a slight smile. “That’s where she met my father. As the story goes, she was singing ‘Are You From Heaven’ when he walked in. She saw him, and it was like the uh…the fucking thunderbolt, from the Godfather.”
You smiled. All of this, you sensed, was true.
“They were married within a year,” he said, though he paused, as something distant passed through his eyes. “Pneumonia got her in the end. She was young…but she lived long enough to see me when I got back from the War. A hero.”
He picked up his drink again, maybe this time to distract himself.
“Hers was the last funeral I ever went to,” he said.
And that admission was the most surprising of them all. It managed to strike a familiar chord of grief within you when he looked over at you. You both felt and saw the weight in his gaze.
Maybe he was telling you this on purpose. Maybe he was, in his own way, trying to relate to you about your own mother’s death.
Tears began to sting behind your eyes, but you managed to blink them away. You slid your hand over his on the table. You felt him stiffen slightly, his body tensing up at your touch. You frowned when you saw the glint of wariness cross his face.
“I won’t compel you again, Ben. I promise,” you said. As long as you don’t give me a reason to.
Your hand traveled up his arm, soothing along his neck, your palm finally resting against his cheek. His green eyes stared into yours.
Soon enough, his wariness bled away into desire.
He hooked a foot around the leg of your chair and drew you in even closer, making you yelp in surprise. He smirked, having finally gotten the jump on you for a change. He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you in closer.
You looked up at his handsome face with wide eyes. A blush dusted your cheeks, warming your face. His smirk softened around the edges, just a little, and he took his chance to engage your lips in a searing kiss.
And maybe this time, you were the one who was caught.
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Ben peeled his lips from your neck to give the server a firm no on dessert, “Just the check.”
The guy was good at his job, and was back with the check within a couple of minutes. Ben slapped a significant wad of cash down on the table and guided you up along with him. Breathless as you were, you held onto his arm to keep you up right. The only time you parted from him was at the foyer of the restaurant, where the staff brought your coats.
A limo was waiting outside. With a hand on your lower back (and creeping down to your ass), Ben ushered you in first before he slid in.
“Head back to the Tower,” he told the driver, even as he was pressing the button to raise the partition. “And fucking step on it.”
“Yes, sir.”
You already had a fist in his dress shirt when he turned his attention back to you. You pulled him closer at the same time he leaned in to cage you more fully into his arms. While his mouth ravaged yours, sucking in your lower lip and dragging his teeth across, your hands slipped under his coat and blazer to help him shrug them off.
He similarly ran one of his hands under your coat, up your side and over your breast, squeezing through the fabric. You gave him an encouraging sound, and he dragged a sleeve down along with the bra strap to expose your breast. He palmed you with that big, warm hand, rolling the nipple under his thumb.
None of it was an act when you moaned into his mouth and squeezed his shoulders tight. At this point, it wasn’t just about the game. It wasn’t just about using him. Despite everything—his arrogance, his callous, asshole behavior, his lies—you couldn’t deny that you wanted him. Right now, he was the only thing you wanted.
His lips dragged down your neck, igniting your skin wherever he sucked and teased. You held him there with a hand on his cheek, but it soon wound up into his hair. God, it was softer than it looked.
One of his wandering hands made its way under the skirt of your dress and between your thighs, teasing your slit through your panties. Your breath hitched, but you spread your legs wider for him across the seat. You felt his smirk against your neck.
“Finally ready for me, huh?” he said. “Kept me fucking waiting long enough.”
He didn’t even bother taking off your panties. He just pushed them to the side and dragged his fingers between your slick folds.
“Fuck, your wetter than Niagara already,” he remarked with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes because you knew he couldn’t see it. Smug bastard.
But he was withholding his fingers, just tracing along your pussy and teasing your entrance. Your core was already throbbing with need. Your hips began to undulate against his hand.
“God. Ben, please,” you panted in his ear.
Apparently, that was all he wanted to hear. You uttered a shameless moan when his thumb found your clit, causing a shiver down your spine and a tremble in your core. Soon enough, one of his long fingers slipped deep inside you, all the way to the knuckle.
“Oh, fuck,” you whispered. You didn’t want the driver to hear you.
“I gotcha, sweetheart. Gotta get you real ready for me,” he muttered. “You’re gonna take my cock so well, I can already feel it.”
On his last words, he added a finger and curled them inside you, exploring your inner walls and finding that special spot that made you keen into his ear. His thumb worked your clit at the same time, until you clenched on his hand so hard it had you gasping. He swallowed it with his mouth covering yours, all while he drew out your first release with his fingers stroking inside you.
It was a solid preview, you thought, when the car finally rolled to a stop in front of Vought Tower.
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Again, you held onto his arm mostly for balance as he led you to the elevators. Your legs felt like jelly when you tried to walk in your heels. Ben hit the button a bit too hard, but you understood it. Every second that ticked by while you two waited for the elevator was entirely too long.
When it finally opened, he guided you inside and pressed the button for his floor, the penthouse suite, all the way up nearly 80 floors.
A mischievous idea hit you. It had you slipping your hand under his coat and blazer again, tracing the seam of his belt. Ben glanced down at you in knowing amusement, but he let you unbuckle his belt without comment.
He just stared at you with a fire in his eyes while you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You dipped your hand inside the waistband and slid a slow hand along the full, impressive length of him. You smiled when it hardened fully at your touch.
“Is all this for me?” you said, even as you leaned up for a kiss.
“If you can handle it,” Ben said.
Then he obliged you, bowing his head to meet your kiss. You kept things slow as you sensuously licked into his mouth. You tasted bourbon on his tongue before you broke the kiss, just to lower down to your knees in front of him. You held onto the back of his strong thighs while you mimicked what you did with your tongue in his mouth, just further down as you outlined his cock through his underwear.
Ben tried to cover his moan with a grunt, but you sensed his powerful arousal. You had his full and undivided attention, especially when you hooked your nails into the band of his underwear and finally freed his cock. You took it in hand and licked a long stripe across the underside of it, from base to tip. He shuddered. His hand shot out to brace against the elevator wall, shaking the entire compartment with his strength.  
Your tongue circled around his sensitive head, licking up beads of precum from the slit. But just when you finally wrapped your lips around him and took him as far as you could into your mouth, the elevator stopped, chiming your arrival cheerfully. 
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He didn’t even wait until he had the door to his apartment closed before he dragged you towards him with a hard kiss. Your coat and his had already been cast to the floor, along with his blazer and tie. His dress shirt was halfway there when he hefted you into his arms effortlessly.
You grabbed his face and met him with a kiss fueled by lust and passion. You felt wild. You felt free. You felt like this was a sin you were meant to commit.  
Ben forcibly unbuttoned his pants with one hand and kicked out of them while you broke open the rest of his shirt, scattering buttons across the floor. It allowed you to run your hands over his warm, tan skin, every dip of muscle across his arms and shoulders, and down his solid chest.
He smirked at the way you were eyeing him, exploring him.
“Like what you see, baby doll?”
“Almost as much as you do,” you quipped back. He huffed at that.
He walked you over to the bed, where he dropped you down towards the center. You yelped and how high he’d dropped you from, but you were smiling when he prowled over you on his hands and knees like a predator. His hands slid up your smooth thighs, bunching up your dress all the way up to your hips. You raised up to help him get it over your head. Your hair was already wild by now; you pushed it out of your eyes with a huff.
His hands slid under you again to unclip the bra. It was flung off to parts unknown, along with your panties. He paused in between to trail open-mouthed kisses down your body, between the valley of your breasts.
He turned his head to start toying with one pebbled nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Your fingers threaded through his hair along with your moans as he relentlessly teased your sensitive flesh with his teeth.
"You gonna sing for me, sweetheart?" his voice rumbled smoothly against your skin. "Pretty soon I'm gonna have you screaming for me."
He continued his exploration, his lips dragging down your stomach. And then…
“Oh,” you back arched off the bed. He devoured your pussy with the same tenacity as he had your mouth. His tongue pushed into your entrance while his nose brushed your clit.
Soon enough, your juices coated his stubble-laden cheeks and ran down his chin. His strong hand on your lower belly held you down while he finished his work, his lips moving to suck on your clit. His thick fingers pressed into your channel and worked you open.
You gripped at his hair tightly, cursing and pleading with his name, until you uttered a strangled yell. Your inner walls clenched hard as you came on his tongue.
But you were only able to take maybe one or two breaths of recovery before you felt the thick head of his cock breach your entrance, pushing his way in all the way to the hilt.
You gasped and bit your nails into his shoulders. “Jesus Christ!”
“Not quite,” Ben grunted, though he smirked down at you. “Now let’s see how well you take me. Still so fucking tight.”
Your core contracted around him, still sensitive and pulsing from your orgasm. He didn’t give you a moment more to catch your breath as he began a steady, almost punishing clip inside you. He was stretching you in the most delicious of ways, hitting places deeper than his fingers had been able to reach. It felt so fucking good, all you could do was hold on for the ride.
You wrapped your thighs tighter around his hips, digging your heels into his ass. He ducked down to kiss you, rough and demanding. Your lips met his sloppily, before he dragged away to bite and suck where your neck met your shoulder. You winced at the pain tinged with pleasure, but your eyes rolled shut as you grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Each of his deep strokes inside you was edging you closer to another cresting wave of pleasure. You slipped a hand between you to find your clit, but Ben grabbed your hand and pinned it beside your head.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a near growl.
Your eyes blinked open with a start. You met his gaze. Sweat lined his brow. His other hand was squeezing the flesh of your thigh, opening you up wider for him. You let out a shuddering breath.
“I’m gonna fucking wreck you,” he said, “But first, say my fucking name.”
“Ben,” you gasped, as he shifted the angle of his thrusts. The coil in your lower belly was tightening, your muscles bearing down and clenching on him.
“Say my fucking name,” he repeated, releasing your wrist to lay a heavy smack on your ass. The impact rattled up your spine and you jolted, accidently raking his back with your nails. You felt him shiver then. He moved his fingers down to strum at your clit.
And he got what he wanted. He had you screaming his name along with your release. His body locked up as a strangled shout fell from his lips. He coated your inner walls with his spend as they fluttered around him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, satisfied and spent.
He grabbed onto the headboard in order to hold himself above you, else he would crush you with his weight. You ran your hands up and down his chest more lazily as you each caught your breath.
Thank fuck for the pill, you thought airily. Because clearly this man didn’t care about condoms.
He eventually pulled out of you, making you shiver at the loss. He rolled off you and stretched out on his side of the bed. You turned your head to look at him. He gave you a relaxed grin in return, like the cat who got the cream.
In that moment, it really hit you.
There’s no going back now.
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About a week later, you and Ben had developed a kind of…rhythm.
Yet another glass tipped over and shattered on the floor. He didn’t seem to care as he thrust into you from behind on his dining table. Your moans of encouragement were loud and genuine; your nails scraped across the stained tablecloth, incidentally shoving another plate overboard.
Your quiet dinner had been interrupted halfway through dessert. The moment you’d sucked a ribbon of chocolate off your spoon, Ben had reached for you, pulling you into his lap. You’d been all too willing to let him suck the sweetness right off your tongue.
“That’s it, baby, fucking sing for me,” he growled into your ear. His hand crept around your throat, giving a warning squeeze. You grabbed onto his wrist to keep it there. You held onto him like a lifeline. Sometimes you felt like his cock was going to split you in two. But his iron grip on your hip kept you from going anywhere.
His release ultimately hit him before yours. He grunted as his movements became sloppy, but he still pushed into you. You purposefully clenched on him, stealing his breath this time.
He let go of your throat so he could bury his hand between your folds. He rolled your already sensitive clit between his fingers until you cried out, your body locking up on him outside of your control. Your orgasm hit you in a warm, heady wave. Your legs shook, and you slumped onto the table.
Ben was right there with you. For a moment, all he could do was grip the edge of the polished mahogany and stare at the newly formed hickey on the back of your neck. He swiped your hair out of the way so he could see it better. He knew every mark that he’d put on you, even the ones he couldn’t see right now, under the pretty dress you…sort of had on.
“You okay?” he chuckled.
You huffed in amusement, despite your exhaustion. “I could’ve sworn the damn table was going to crack in half.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he remarked.
He slipped out of you, giving you one last smack on the ass. He didn’t bother to lower your skirt before he dragged up his pants and belt.
“Wanna join me in the shower?” he posed.
You did your best to fix the fallen straps of your dress and ruined bra, along with your hair and lipstick. You found your underwear clinging to a wall sconce. You grabbed that too and slipped it on, then you offered an apologetic smile.
“Raincheck?” you said. “I should go back to my place and get some training in.”
Ben rose a brow. No matter what he offered, you were never one to stay very long after a good fuck…
Not that he minded.
It was usually him giving the excuses to leave, trying to avoid the inevitable clinginess of women after sex. Still, this time he wouldn’t have minded the company.
Maybe next time.
Ben smirked as he drew near you again. He slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. You held onto his arms and peered up at him questioningly.
“You mean to tell me you’re gonna walk downstairs, ride the elevator some thirty floors, and walk back all the way to your apartment with my come between your legs?” he asked.
He had to admit, the thought aroused him. Your cheeky little smile did too. Your hands came to rest on his chest, and you leaned up for a slower kiss. It was no less heated as your tongue slipped against his. You pulled away just as slowly, letting your teeth drag against his lower lip.
“Goodnight,” you said.
And you walked away from him. He enjoyed the show you gave him as your skirt swished against your thighs. By now he knew your every curve in intimate detail, and still he hadn’t had enough of you.
He knew he’d be feasting on you for a good long while.
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News traveled fast in Vought Tower.
Especially about your little trysts with Soldier Boy. You knew by the too-polite smiles the staff gave you now, as well as the wide, cold berth Crimson Countess was giving you too. You had expected more of a retaliation from her, but you remembered that day in the gym all too well.
She probably thought you and Ben wouldn't last. Either that, or maybe she was afraid of antagonizing him. Maybe she was biding her time, waiting for her moment to get back at you. Either way, you weren't going to drop your guard around her.
In the meantime, Tessa was friendlier to you, and Tommy had finally stopped hitting on you. Swatto tried not to even look in your direction.
Mindstorm, of course, continued to be a hermit, but even Black Noir was more distant with you, which was the one change that disappointed you. The two of you sometimes shared conversations in the breakroom like you had that first day. You’d started to think of him as a friend.
So the next time he tried to pass you while you were making coffee in the morning, you finally said something.
“Hey."
It wasn't your most elegant start, but he paused, in that subtle way of his when his helmet was on. He looked over at you over his shoulder.
“Um…do you want some coffee?” you offered, raising your own mug.
Noir shook his head.
“Okay. Well, uh, how are you?” you asked. “Any exciting missions lately?”
Noir just stared at you. You didn’t blame him. You knew you sounded lame.
So you switched tactics. “Oh, yeah. How’s that movie pitch coming?”
At that, Noir tilted his head slightly. He took his helmet off, revealing his furrowed brows. It was like he didn’t know how to talk to you anymore, which confused you.
“I’ve actually got an audition coming up,” he admitted. “There’s this new movie, Beverly Hills Cop. It’s action, and it’s uh, funny.”
You smiled. “That’s great!”
“I’ve asked around, and I heard Eddie Murphy’s my main competition though. He’s got more experience in comedy,” he said, sliding a hand across the back of his neck.
You shook your head. “Yeah, but superheroes always make the studio more money. And I’m sure you nailed your audition. This could be really great for you!”
A smile flickered across his lips.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said. But the longer he stared at your face, the more his expression fell. “What the fuck do you see in him?”
Your smile fell as well. “What?”
“You’re new…boyfriend, or fuck buddy, or whatever it is you’re calling it. I mean, really,” Noir said. “The guy’s probably a walking STD. He doesn’t give a shit who he hurts, or who else he fucks, for that matter.”
Your lips pursed as you fought not to be hurt by his words. You schooled your expression.
“The idiots who get caught by him deserve to have their hearts broken,” you said dryly. 
“But not you,” Noir pointed out. “If you see through his bullshit, then why are you with him? For power? Like Countess, you think you gotta be with the big swinging dick in the room to get any respect?”
His disdain cut into you, and like all things, he had deadly accuracy.
“I have my reasons,” you said. “I don’t expect you to understand. You’re a fucking man.”
“Right. Still black though, in case you forgot what I looked like under this goddamn suit,” Noir snapped.
Your face warmed with embarrassment, and maybe shame.
“You think you’re so much smarter than everyone else,” he said. “That somehow, you’re better because you’re afraid to get your hands dirty. Well, guess what, Sirena. You’re no fucking better than Countess. You’re just like the rest of us.”
Your lips trembled with anger, but you didn’t have an easy retort this time. Noir left you seething where you stood.
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Ben reclined in one of the plush office chairs and folded his hands.
“Let’s make this quick. I’ve got shit to do,” he said.
You were more quietly polite as you sat beside him. Inside, you were wary. Why had they asked for you and Ben into a meeting together? It felt like you’d been summoned to the principal’s office.
Across from you was Madelyn, perched on the corner of the conference table, while Stan Edgar sat beside her in a chair. He shared a look with Madelyn, whose smile was unreadable. Arthur sat to Stan’s left.
Madelyn addressed you and Ben first. “Well, as you know, Red Thunder is about to launch next week.”
Ben inclined his head expectantly.
“We would never want to meddle in your personal business. However—”
“Spit it out, sweetheart,” he said, with a superficial smile. You shot him a glance, seeing how Madelyn managed to keep her polite façade. She was almost a better actor than you.  
“We believe it would be prudent if you kept the status of your relationship…discreet for now,” said Stan. “Along with your breakup with Crimson Countess.”
“Why should I give a flying fuck about that?” Ben asked.
“Because Red Thunder isn’t just a political action thriller,” Stan said. “There’s also a romantic storyline.”
“You and Countess are meant to be in love in the movie,” Arthur finally chimed in. He seemed impatient with Stan’s roundabout way of saying it. “It’ll be better for everybody if you and Countess do the red carpet together, like we planned.”
“And the press tour as well,” Madelyn added.
Ben rolled his eyes, but you let out a small breath and nodded in agreement.
“That’s understandable,” you said. You looked over at Ben, waiting for him to agree too. You knew he wanted his movie to do well. He just didn’t like being told what he couldn’t do, even in the public eye.
He eventually nodded. You gave him a smile, making his lips tug upwards as well.
Yeah, you thought. We can hide this for a couple of months.
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There were times when you could do nothing but blink at the sea of cheering people on both sides of the red carpet.
So many flashing lights.
You had never been to a movie premier before, and it was as exciting as it was overwhelming. A security team flanked around your group as your other Payback team members approached the photo op section.
Ben was just ahead of you, looking dapper in a dark green Armani suit. He was escorting Countess, who admittedly looked elegant in her Oscar-worthy red dress (not that she was winning an Oscar for this movie). It had a large skirt though, and it made it hard for him to even stand close to her while they posed for photos.
He had that debonair look perfected as he greeted press and guided Countess by the small of her back. She was giving a good performance herself, smiling up at him, occasionally rubbing his arm where she held onto him.
You would never admit to the sliver of jealousy pricking your heart, so instead, you focused on the poses Madelyn’s PR team had drilled into you as you took pictures alone. Your stylist had opted for something different than your usual black or violet color schemes.
Since this was your first red carpet, she wanted you to try something new. So she’d put you in a white ‘20s style gown, complete with intricate silver beading down the skirt. You felt a bit like a chandelier, but it did drape nicely off your form.
You shuffled along the queue of press and photographers. Black Noir and the TNT Twins were behind you in the lineup, while Countess was taking an opportunity to bask in the limelight, getting her pictures taken on her own as she showed off the billowing skirt of her dress.
Meanwhile, Ben had a hand in his pocket as he posed by himself. You sensed he was getting bored, even with so much attention on him.
“Hey, why not you two together?” a photographer called out to you and Ben, gesturing at you to get closer to him. You blinked wide eyes, but you did as you were told. Ben looked over at you, a smile tugging at his lips. He slipped a hand around your waist and guided you to his side.
While the photographer snapped away, Ben leaned over to your ear.
“You look stunning,” he said. His voice was smooth and baritone. “But I know I’m gonna like that dress even better when it’s a crumpled mess on my floor.”
You resisted the urge to bite your lip. Instead, you glanced up at him over your shoulder. You two shared a small, secret smile.
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And the secret was out.
That brief, intimate moment between you and Ben became plastered across every tabloid in the city, and even some of the “respectable” magazines.
SOLDIER BOY + SIRENA SECRET AFFAIR?!
And various headlines of the like. Even Johnny Carson had something to say about it on the Tonight Show.
“Now, it’s Soldier Boy’s business of course, but if it’s true, I do feel a little sorry for Crimson Countess. Don’t you?”
The crowd in studio, much like the rest of the fans, were divided. Most women were sympathizing with Countess, while most men seemed to be supporting Soldier Boy (and you by extension).
This wasn’t how you wanted this to happen. It was no small amount of chaos from a PR perspective, and it had quickly made you a polarizing figure in the media.
You just didn’t expect how it would affect your real life, as you headed down Broadway after a successful mission. Not only had you stopped a man from shooting up a bank, but you and the TNT Twins had saved the entire staff and patrons inside. Without collateral damage this time.
You were just stopping off to grab a coffee from one of your favorite cafés when you noticed a woman waiting for the bus. She was glaring at you with a gas station slushie in her hand. You’d fully intended to ignore her, before she shouted something at you.
“Homewrecker!”
You frowned. Jesus, it wasn’t like they were married.
“Excuse me?” you said incredulously.
“You heard me, fucking hussy,” the woman said. She was wearing a red Crimson Countess-themed watch.
You rolled your eyes and aimed to walk past her. That’s when she tossed her slushie and hit you on the side of your head. You gasped as red berry syrup and ice drenched you and ran down your suit. It even stung your eyes.
Anger and instinct took over. When she approached you, you shoved her hard by her shoulders.
“Back off!” you shouted. You just didn’t realize that your eyes glowed with power when you touched her. You’d compelled her on accident.
The woman’s face went blank. Not only did she step back from you with her hands raised in surrender, but she kept walking backwards, all the way to the street.
Your eyes widened as you reached out to her. “Stop!”
You ran to her, but it was too late. Unfortunately for her, the bus arrived right on time.
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You sat in Arthur’s office, your hands still shaking, your face, hair, and chest still covered in a sticky film of slushie syrup. He handed you a towel to clean yourself off and returned to his desk. It didn’t do much good.
“Thank you,” you said in a small voice. And you said again, “I-I…it was an accident.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. This isn’t our first rodeo,” he said. “The clean-up crew’s already working on the site of the incident.”
“What,” you cleared your throat. “What about her family?”
“Why do you think we have lawyers?” Arthur said. His smile wasn’t reassuring. “So just go back to your room, clean up, and relax. We’ll take care of this.”
Dully you nodded. You peeled yourself up from the leather chair, and you made the trek back to your room. You showered and got changed, but you still felt dirty. In your mind, you kept seeing the bus split that woman’s face into the pavement.
You were restless, so you got dressed into something comfortable and didn’t even bother with makeup when you went up to the penthouse. Ben let you in, though he frowned at the state of you.
“I heard what happened,” he said.
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Tears stung at your eyes. You looked so small and fragile at that moment, Ben couldn’t help but soften ever so slightly. He guided you inside with a hand on your back.
“You hungry?” he asked. “Can have the chef bring something up.”
You shook your head and plopped down on his living room sofa. He made you a drink instead—a vodka soda with a lime, just like you liked. You stared at it, then you downed it all in one long go.
Ben raised his brows, but he sat beside you.
“It’s not your fault,” he said.
You set the glass down heavily on the coffee table and gave him a tearful look.
“How is that possible?”
“She disrespected you,” he said, with a note of darkness in his voice, in his eyes. “You had every right to hit back, put her in her place.”
You turned his words over in your head, but you couldn’t accept them. You didn’t want to justify this. You knew it was wrong.
Ben’s hand slid across your thigh, drawing your attention.
“If I’d been there, believe me. That shit wouldn’t have even had the chance to come out of her fucking mouth,” he said coolly.
Somehow, you’d already known that. You just didn’t know if it was his way of being protective, or if it was just him taking a slight against you as a reflection on him, as a man. Either way, it didn’t really make you feel better. Your tears bubbled over, no matter how much you held them back.
Ben’s frown deepened, though he hesitated for a moment. He tugged you over into his lap, where he reached for your cheek and got you to meet his eyes with your red and shiny ones. He captured your lips in a kiss.
If all else fails, distraction.
He worked your sweater off, then your bra, and guided you down onto the sofa. There he kissed his way down your neck while undoing the button on your jeans. You raked your fingers through his hair.
“Ben,” you whispered. “I—”
“Just relax,” he rumbled.  
You fell into the pull of him, letting his mouth and his touch intoxicate you. You didn’t want to let him make you forget. You didn’t want to let this be okay.
But you couldn’t help it. You wanted him, and maybe this time, you needed him too. 
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AN: A little smut, a little angst, a little involuntary manslaughter. What else in the world of The Boys, amirite? 😅 But how do you like how her relationship (or not quite relationship) with Ben is developing?
Next comes even more supe debauchery, and a big monkey wrench...
Next Time:
You grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol, went over to them, and subtly touched Countess’s bare shoulder.
Give that shot to Tommy, you compelled her.
With that small trill of your power, Countess stood straighter and beelined straight for Tommy. She grabbed him by the back of his head and surprised him with a deep tequila kiss.
Gross.
You grimaced at the sight, but when you looked back at Ben, he was smirking in amusement. He slid an arm around your waist and spoke closely in your ear.
“Let’s have some fun.”
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thunderc1an · 4 months ago
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messy concept feeding off of my last post of a horror + mystery spinoff warriors series
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Hiccup finally gets a proper illusion spell for his elf disguise. Too bad Jack didn't fully think it through before giving it to him.
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The Dragon Prince AU Masterpost
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octibee · 7 months ago
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fuck it saw art dump
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captaincanonly · 7 months ago
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midnightcatharsis · 1 month ago
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Imagine this scenario: Jayce thinks he needs to kill Viktor to prevent a tragedy caused by Viktor changed into an emotionless villain robot who looks down on humanity. He goes to where the members of the cult/commune live with a hammer just like in the show and just like in the show Viktor invites him in without even caring whether he has a hextech weapon. Jayce is fully set on killing him, his hand closes on the hammer but then he sees Viktor and hesitates. Viktor was even more beautiful than before, his face still fully human not hidden behind the mask, his eyes fully human. Expressive emotions visible on his face and in his eyes.  He's so, so much different from the machine Viktor from the future that Jayce has seen.  That one was cold, this one before him is happy, excited that he can see Jayce and share his knowledge and dream with him. But Jayce knows he has to kill him, his hand on a hammer again… yet he still can't force himself to do it. Viktor greets him, and Jayce can't respond. How can someone like Vik before his eyes change into the Machine Herald? How does someone like that who still cares about humanity (maybe Jayce has seen Vander) change like that?? And then he slowly realizes… what if he never changed? What if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy? His eyes widen and he remembers all that he knows about the hexcore and arcane he recalls that the hexcore is learning and adapting, evolving really, and that it can revive itself… Of course, since it's constantly adapting it must mean that after reviving it would want to eliminate what caused its destruction… emotion and humanity. After all they were the reason why Viktor allowed himself to be vulnerable near Jayce. It is trust that makes him so easy to approach and attack... and kill. He starts to think that perhaps he did murder Viktor in the previous timeline and this event was what caused the hexcore to change in the way that allowed for the tragedy to happen and for Viktor to become a villain… Jayce decides not to kill him ever again, instead, he tells him what he saw and talks to him which in the end results in them teaming up to find a different way to destroy the hexcore while not killing all the people already healed by it… Or something like that.
I really need a fix-it
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yokonette · 2 months ago
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Mari s6!
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sarasade · 3 months ago
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It's been pretty interesting to follow the
"Why Didn't Viren Get Redeemed vs Viren Got What Was Coming To Him"
discussion after The Dragon Prince's 6th season got released.
Hot Take
I think Viren got redeemed.
Because to me Viren humbling himself and acknowledging the hurt he has caused was redeeming. His conversation with Soren was the main event. His rather heroic death was only the cherry on top of the character development cake that has been baking since s4.
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I think Viren dying wasn't as significant as what he did before that and how he tried to provide Soren with some kind of comfort and closure, you know, as a parent should, before going. Viren's redemption wasn't just him dying for Katolis but acknowledging his wrongdoings and trying to salvage what he could.
That was pretty redeeming for me at least. Viren did the right thing even when he knew there wouldn't be any reward for it. Even if he couldn't stop Aaravos from destroying Katolis or manipulating Claudia even after his death. Like, man, I kinda feel for the guy.
I think it has always pretty easy to feel sympathy for Viren. Viren wants to matter and wants to be important. However, his grandiosity, as psychologists would call it, keeps him from creating genuine connections with others. His friends, wife and children are only there to prop up his ego or get rejected if they fail to live up to his expectations. It's also pretty damn tragic that Viren opens up about his deep insecurities to Aaravos of all people. Someone who was the most likely person in the world to exploit these insecurities for his own gain.
Viren had to taste his own medicide but I don't think TDP says that's an objectively good thing per se or that we should enjoy this sort of revenge fantasy uncritically. Viren is still portrayed rather sympathetically and of course there is the part about his actions affecting others and the world in unpredictable ways. It's still a tragedy because Viren's actions and personal problems have caused so much collateral damage. The Why behind Aaravos exploiting Viren and Claudia is part of that tragedy, too. There are no winners here. In a way Viren is a victim of his own narcissistic tendencies, too.
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This isn't just about the final episodes of Viren's arc. To me it's essential to ask What was Viren's biggest sin he should be redeemed or punished for? Depending on your answer you may have a relatively different reading of s6 story development compared to mine.
To me it's not a specific action he took but his whole worldview. Viren is a fictional character (duh!) so his story isn't exactly literal but metaphorical, a representation of certain values and morals real people and society holds. In s3 TDP draws a pretty straightforward, though brief, comparison between Viren and reactionary right-wing ideologues. It's not exactly subtle.
It's just one way TDP goes to show how toxic and abusive Viren's core values are. that gets reflected both in Viren's personal life aka how he treated Lissa, Soren and even Harrow and Claudia (last two more indirectly). Since he also had a ton of political power as a high mage and briefly as a king we see what he did with that power. It's a pretty clear take on people who dehumanise others, fetishise power and see all living things as something to exploit. TDP explores that both philosophically and psychologically through Viren. Dark magic encapsulates this philosophy well since using magical creatures like tools or objects is essential for it to work.
Also also- I don't really get why people see redemption or atonement as something black and white. It's not bad or anything but Redeeming Yourself For Your Sins is a very Christian concept and Christianity isn't the only way to understand villain story arcs. Like I wish there could be more discussion about WHY redemption is the main analytical framework we impose on villains when villainous characters have a ton of variety anyway.
I don't really have anything to complain about Viren's death itself and I'm not surprised that he ended up dying (for real this time). Aaravos seemed like someone who'd turn against Viren the moment he stopped being useful to him so Viren's life has been hanging by a thread since s4. Viren was the best part of TDP and every scene he's been in had been a delight, well expect the s5 dream sequence because it was too long-winded and obvious, anyway, I'm sorry to see him go and I look forward writing AU fix-it fics where he and Aaravos are married and run a hot brown morning potion shop with all their four totally not dead children. RIP Viren. You lived like a messy bitch and died like a messy bitch. Iconic.
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lucabyte · 3 months ago
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@samhainian and I were talking about how cute of an idea it is to do Treehouse-of-horror-style little AUs for OCs but then we just got really hung up on that one from season 6 where nothing supernatural happens at all it's literally just cannibalism. What was up with that. Anyway.
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