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gleamingyu · 1 year ago

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hits different.

part I of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part II

pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]

genre: romance. slight angst. drama.

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). mentions of a pretty rough breakup. slight angst. some light cursing. mentions of death (jokingly though). terrible knowledge of law stuff (thank my brief interest in htgawm). yearning. loads of miscommunication. slow burn. cheol & reader are both stubborn. mentions of drinking. alternating povs. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]

word count: 4.7k

notes: this is the first part of a new series i thought of! this is also my first time writing (or more like, finishing writing) something, so please be kind! any comments, reblogs or likes are welcome. and thank you to whoever decides to give this a chance :)

summary: still recovering from a not-so-fresh breakup, seungcheol leans on his friends to get back on his feet. it turns out to be much easier said than done, especially when his record label recruits the help of a law firm to deal with a recent scandal, which just so happens to be the same firm his ex works at. just his luck.

if anyone could see the scene in front of mingyu, they’d be severely concerned, much like he is at this very moment.

seungcheol is quite literally buried under a pile of blankets on his bed, the only visible part of his body a tuft of his dark brown hair. the floor of his bedroom is covered in clothes and empty food containers, and the air feels so stale and hot, it’s taking everything in mingyu not to gag. there is no light coming into the room except from the lightbulb shining in the hallway where mingyu is standing, and… is that… phoebe bridgers he can hear playing from somewhere?

mingyu glances down at his feet where kkuma, seungcheol’s devoted dog – and only girl who’s ever truly loved him, according to him – is sitting staring right back at him, a look on her fluffy face that mingyu swears looks just as depressed as her dad.

“this is way worse than i thought,” mingyu sighs, finally stepping into the bedroom. “okay, enough of this!”

mingyu grabs the blankets on the bed and pulls them away, revealing a very aggravated seungcheol. “what the hell are you doing?!”

“i’m not sure yet, because this,” mingyu gestures around the room, “is a lot. but it starts with you getting your ass out of bed and into the shower. immediately. this place smells like there’s a corpse somewhere in here.”

“yeah, it’s me. i’m the corpse. or i wish i was, because that would mean i’ve finally died,” seungcheol groans, turning away from mingyu and effectively shoving his face into the bed.

mingyu sighs, turning around to start collecting some of the dirty clothes on the floor. he finds himself regretting not calling jeonghan or joshua to come with him, because seungcheol might have been more easily persuaded to stop moping with them around. the reality is, they all thought seungcheol was doing better; he was back on his grind at work, finishing several albums he had been producing for, he was making progress in his jiu-jitsu classes, and he even joined the rest of the guys on their trip to australia last month, with minimal persuasion from his friends.

looking at the shell of a man laying on the bed in front of him, mingyu realizes he should’ve asked. he should’ve asked his friend how he was really doing, what he was feeling, what he could actually do to help him move past this.

better late than never.

“listen,” mingyu starts, going to sit on the edge of seungcheol’s bed but reconsidering. who knows when he last changed these. “i’m sorry if we haven’t really been there for you. i know a thing or two about breakups and heartbreak, so i guess i should’ve figured you weren’t alright, not like you said you were. you don’t have to keep all you’re feeling locked up. you can talk to us.”

seungcheol’s head moves slightly to the side, peeking at mingyu from the corner of his eye. he sighs, and turns on his back. mingyu tries not to cringe at seungcheol’s sullen face, his eyes red and still wet, as if he was still crying when mingyu arrived at his apartment.

“don’t beat yourself up, gyu. believe it or not, i was actually doing better. but a few days ago, i … i was cleaning around the closet by the entrance and …” he pauses, and mingyu thinks he might burst into tears. seungcheol breathes in however, closes his eyes, and continues. “i found one of her old hats. you know, the yellow crochet bucket hat she always used to wear in the summer? i bought it for her birthday when we had just started dating and … i don’t know, i just broke down. it hit me again that we’re over. like really.”

you and seungcheol broke up … four, five months ago? seungcheol shakes his head, he feels like time hasn’t passed the same since. days pass him by where he just goes over and over your last conversation – which was more of a fight, really – and he always ends up regretting everything he said that day. regrets resenting you for always working late, for never asking him to accompany you to firm events… regrets accusing you of some unspeakable things.

looking back, he can’t believe how big of an idiot he was. no wonder you left and didn’t even bother to come back to get your things. you left everything behind, all your clothes that still smelled of the lavender detergent you used to buy, your makeup haphazardly thrown into one of the bathroom drawers, the cooking books you always bought “for inspiration” but never, ever actually opened… and the yellow bucket hat you got from seungcheol for the first birthday you spent together. seungcheol had left everything where it was, a tiny part of him hoping you two would work this out somehow. but weeks went by with no word from you, and when he had tried reaching you, he came to the grave conclusion that you had blocked him on all platforms, cut him off from your life like a dead limb. back then he thought he deserved it. he still does.

“i’m sorry, hyung. i really am,” mingyu shakes seungcheol from his reverie, reaching a hand to pet his shoulder. a beat passes between them. “have you tried… calling her again since?”

“no. i don’t know what good it would do,” seungcheol sighs. “even if she answered, i doubt all the apologies i could offer would fix anything. i said some pretty fucked up shit.”

“yeah, i know. if you remember, i was there the next day ripping you a new one,” mingyu teases, desperately trying to cheer up his friend somehow. he swears he can see seungcheol’s lips twitch a bit. “but who knows… now that you both had some time to yourselves, you might actually be able to overcome this calmly. and if… if it doesn’t work out in the end, at least you’ll both have some closure.”

closure. that’s a funny word, because seungcheol wants the furthest thing from closure. he wants you back in his bed and your arms around him, he wants your indie artists he’s never heard of playing around the apartment in the morning, he wants your laugh echoing in the halls. he wants you.

he knows that the only way this ending could even be a possibility would be if he actually took mingyu’s advice and called you up, but another part of him is terrified of the other possibility: the one where you pick up and tell him to go to hell and fuck himself and never call you again or show his face around you. so for now, seungcheol opts for a third option: emotional limbo, with a side of trying-to-move-on.

he gets up from the bed and asks mingyu if he could help him straighten out the place. mingyu, bless his sweet heart, of course says yes and gets to work after sending seungcheol to clean himself up. just as he’s about to close the bathroom door, he hears mingyu’s exasperated voice.

“oh, for the love of god, where is that god-awful music coming from?!”

seungcheol can’t remember the last time he laughed so heartily.

the bar you find yourself in is bustling with people, laughter and cheerful conversations filling the space. you’re only half listening to whatever topic your two best friends, yunjin and chaeyoung, are discussing – something about “that bitch” in yunjin’s department at work that’s been giving her a hard time – instead reveling in the pleasant buzz of the champagne you’re nursing.

it had been a while since you were able to enjoy a nice evening with your girls. the past few months had been filled with endless meetings, client-induced headaches and sleepless nights, but thankfully, today you had managed to finally strike a deal for one of the firm’s most important clients (to be read as filthy rich), which you had been working towards all these months. naturally, upon hearing the news, chaeyoung and yunjin had begged you to join them at a bar in the city, “to celebrate your newfound freedom.”

you splurged on a bottle of champagne for the three of you and decided that tonight, you were going to have fun. you were going to relax, enjoy some drink, and catch up with your friends who you hadn’t seen in weeks.

and you will not, under any circumstances, bring up seungcheol.

you like to believe that in the last two months you had gotten better at shutting out any thought of your ex-boyfriend. in the days – more like weeks, if you were to ask chaeyoung and yunjin – following the ugly breakup, you were quite the literal mess. finding yourself alone and with nowhere to go, considering you had left the apartment you shared with seungcheol with nothing but your work stuff (how on-brand for you), it wasn’t surprising that your mental and emotional health had taken a massive hit. thankfully, at the insistence of yunjin, you agreed to crash at her place while you put yourself back together and took time off from work – something you had never done before.

to the surprise of your friends, it only took you two weeks to go back to work and start looking for your own place. two weeks after that, you were moving into a new apartment and claimed that you were feeling much better since the breakup. or at least starting to. chaeyoung and yunjin didn’t want to argue with you on this – even thought they 100% believed the front you were putting up was a load of crap – but in the end, they didn’t even have to, because the first time you went out with them again since the breakup, you had your first meltdown.

but was it really your fault that the man sitting two seats down the bar from you had ordered whiskey neat, just like seungcheol always used to? and was it really your fault that he was wearing a maroon leather jacket similar to the one seungcheol always used to wear in the fall, which you absolutely adored?

could they really blame you for bursting into tears right then and there and wailing about how much of a jerk seungcheol was for never understanding your dedication to your work? how much of a hypocrite he was for expecting you to just dip from the office when he suddenly had some free time, when he had never done so for you?

that night, chaeyoung and yunjin quite literally dragged you back to chaeyoung’s place and held you while you cried yourself to sleep, and in the morning, when you had embarrassingly admitted that “no, you weren’t really doing fine,” they held you again and offered soft-spoken words of support, opting to keep the classic we told you so in their thoughts.

four months passed since that incident and now, you could confidently say that you were truly feeling better. you weren’t quite over seungcheol per se; there were nights when you still thought about the smell of vanilla that filled the room whenever he was fresh out of a shower, the way he always got so giggly when you brought home a tray of cherries… yeah, you still found yourself missing him terribly sometimes. but the more time passed, you realized that seungcheol hadn’t tried reaching you at all in the months since the breakup, and so you thought he might be moving on as well.

it is true you had blocked him on all social platforms for weeks after you stormed out of your place. but on a particularly bad day, when all you did was cry and cry and cry after him, the thought of calling him up and asking him to go back to how things were crossed your mind, and you unblocked his number. unfortunately, your pride had set itself in your way, convincing you that it was seungcheol that needed to make the first step, considering he was the one who quite literally cornered you into a fight. so you didn’t call and instead prayed to whatever forces exist in the universe, that seungcheol would try your number again.

he never did.

“soooo, cheers to the lady of the hour! finally free from the clutches of corporate law!” yunjin cheered, clinking her glass against yours and knocking you out of your reverie.

damn it, seungcheol, i said i would not think of you tonight!

“yes, cheers!” chaeyoung joined in. “how do you feel? are you going to get a big ass bonus for the amount of time you put into this asshole?”

chaeyoung was probably right, you probably did deserve a huge ass bonus for the deal you pulled for the client you were handling. when you were in law school, you had never imagined yourself working for sleazy, corporate pigs who behaved like none of their actions would bite them in the ass eventually, and expecting others – like yourself – to clean up after them. but, as your boss grimly explained to you the day you had complained about your client, everybody has to start somewhere. “and junior partners don’t get to choose cases, sweetheart.”

life at the firm wasn’t always terrible. you were lucky enough to be part of an amazing team, and the firm worked with plenty of influential and big personalities, so you almost never had to worry about your income. but sometimes, some of the people you were asked to represent brought you to the brink of just quitting your job altogether.

“i just feel relieved,” you say. “if i had to hear the incessant whining and nagging of that idiot for one more day, i might have gone insane!”

“well, thank god you’re a stellar lawyer and managed to get rid of him,” yunjin teases, taking a sip of her drink. “do you already have anything else lined up?”

“god, no! i have a few days off just to take care of paperwork, maybe help out some of my colleagues around the office… but nothing big for now, thankfully.”

“oh, that’s amazing! which reminds me, this means you can actually join us on that weekend spa trip we were talking about last week,” chaeyoung happily suggests, as she’s already pulling up the website of the spa retreat.

“i guess a spa day would be nice,” you say, looking over at chaeyoung’s phone. you feel your body already going lax at the thought of a hot stone massage.

“oh, that would be so nice!” yunjin pouts. “we haven’t gone on a girls trip in so long! i miss going away, just the three of us… do you guys remember that trip we took to croatia two years ago? that was the best one we ever did, i swear!”

while chaeyoung joins yunjin in reminiscing about all the trips the three of you took over the years, you feel your phone buzzing in the pocket of your dress paints. pulling it out, you see an email notification…

“oh, no…” your voice trails off, reading over the email you had just received.

“what? what’s the matter?” yunjin asks, her conversation with chaeyoung coming to a halt.

“my boss just emailed me. he wants me in the office tomorrow morning. some big case that just came in,” you explain, already feeling a headache coming in.

“but tomorrow’s saturday,” chaeyoung frowns.

“i know… i know.”

when monday rolls around, seungcheol really wished that he had died before mingyu had found him the week before.

the day started normal enough. he woke up at 5 a.m. and took kkuma for a walk in the park near his apartment building, just like every morning. by 8 a.m., he was already set up in his studio inside the PLEDIS building, ready to work on the tracks he was supposed to finish mixing by the end of the week. seungcheol liked the buzz of the label, people from all different departments running around trying to stay on their schedules; it motivated him to also do his part diligently, and reminded him that he was extremely lucky to be doing one of the things he loves most: music.

seungcheol should’ve guessed something was up today the moment the clock struck 11 and jihoon, the other in-house producer of PLEDIS, and one of his oldest friends, hadn’t come by his studio. he and jihoon had known each other since their college days, having met in an audio engineering class they apparently shared, and had been friends for 8 years now. during their last year of college, they were recruited by a record label that was just starting out (which became the PLEDIS of today), and despite all warnings from their families, they decided to take a leap of faith together and join the company. it all worked out for the better, it turned out, as PLEDIS only grew and soon became a household name in the music industry.

as the only producers that have stuck around PLEDIS since the beginning, they developed several… traditions, or rituals over the years, one of which was jihoon’s 11 a.m. coffee run, which they’d spend sharing ideas and notes over each other’s work, and, if jihoon was in a particularly good mood, engage in some office gossip (not that either of them would ever admit it). today, however, jihoon is a no-show and seungcheol can’t help but wonder what his friend is up to.

when he shoots jihoon a quick text, asking if he’s alright, his friend only replies with a “just busy,” and tells seungcheol not to wait up for him at lunch, as he’ll probably be stuck in the studio all day. this doesn’t surprise him that much, seeing as jihoon might be an even bigger workaholic than he is, but he still can’t shake the feeling that something must be up with his friend. he decides that instead of going out for lunch, he’s gonna pick up some takeout and join jihoon in his studio. he wouldn’t be able to rest easy knowing his friend will go a day without eating anything.

once lunch hours begin, seungcheol takes a quick walk two blocks down the street to the restaurant mingyu works in, who’s already waiting for him with the food seungcheol had requested for him and jihoon. on his way back to PLEDIS, he texts jihoon again, just to make sure he’s still in the studio, but there’s no answer, and now seungcheol is seriously starting to get worried. he jogs the rest of the way until he’s back inside the building, and takes the elevator to the 6th floor where jihoon’s studio is stationed.

walking up to the door that reads UNIVERSE FACTORY, he stops in his tracks when he hears more than one voice from the other side of the door. he easily recognizes jihoon’s voice, but the other voices – two other men and a woman – are harder to make out. except… except the woman’s voice is eerily familiar, and without a second thought, seungcheol grips the handle and swings the door open, four pairs of eyes whipping in his direction.

his eyes land on jihoon, who looks like he wishes he was anywhere else in that moment, and then scan the rest of room, recognizing mr. han, their CEO, and… you. it’s you.

seungcheol feels like he’s going to faint. mr. han does not look the least bit happy about seungcheol’s intrusion, and he really wishes the man would slap him just so he can know for sure if he’s dreaming. if you’re surprised to see seungcheol, your face shows no sign of it, and seungcheol can’t help but stare at you. you look so beautiful, so put together; your make-up is soft, almost unnoticeable, your hair pushed behind your ears, and you’re wearing a dark green suit… oh, how he loved you in green.

you were the picture of grace and professionalism and he was… not. he really wishes he hadn’t come to the studio in sweatpants right now.

“mr. choi, what a… surprise,” mr. han exclaims, standing up from his seat, you and the other man – who seungcheol has no idea who he is, but he knows he doesn’t like the way he’s standing so close to you – following suit. “i didn’t know mr. lee was expecting you,” mr. han continues, glancing towards jihoon, who turned red as a tomato.

“i wasn’t, actually,” jihoon squeaks, avoiding both seungcheol and mr. han’s gazes.

“i apologize, i was… i was just bringing jihoon some lunch. i didn’t know there was… a meeting happening,” seungcheol says, looking towards you, and he’s almost thrown back by the way you’re just… staring directly at him.

mr. han sighs, but remembering the situation, he quickly puts on a polite smile as he turns towards you and the other man. “mr. choi is one of our other in-house producers. mr. choi, this is mr. jeon and miss L/N. they’re helping us with some… legal matters.”

so that’s why you were here. and who the other guy was. but what legal matters? and why was jihoon involved? and why didn’t he tell seungcheol?!

before seungcheol can ask more questions, mr. han gestures towards the door he came through and says “now, if you don’t mind, you can come back in a few minutes, mr. choi. we’ll be done soon.”

soon. soon, his ass!

seungcheol had been pacing the hallway outside jihoon’s studio for the past 20 minutes (he checked, he wasn’t exaggerating!), trying very hard not to eavesdrop through the door, and thinking of every possible reason why jihoon would need legal help and why you would be here.

jihoon was definitely in some kind of trouble. for the CEO to be involved as well, it for sure must be something that could affect the whole label. seungcheol just can’t understand why jihoon wouldn’t tell him if he had any kind of problem. they were colleagues, but most importantly, they were friends. he would’ve dropped everything to come to his aid.

now, when it comes to you… seungcheol knows you’re a lawyer, obviously he does. he met you when you were halfway through law school, and he was there for every failed and aced exam, for your graduation (he was so proud of you that day, it was the first time you’d ever seen him cry), for every measly job you had before finally securing the one you currently held at one of the top firms in the city. he also knows you’re a damn good lawyer, seeing how hard you work and how dedicated you are. he supposes it’s not surprising you were chosen to represent jihoon in whatever mess he got himself in.

he feels bad now that he remembers how he held these things above your head during your last fight. how you were working late so often, how you never asked him to join you at office parties, despite how eager you always were to go out with your coworkers for drinks, how you always asked him to wait for you outside the office building, as if you didn’t want people to know you had a partner...

he knows that both of you were to blame for how things went down between you, but since he started the argument in the first place, he thinks he could’ve brought all this up in a better way, at a better time.

his thoughts are interrupted when the door to jihoon’s studio opens again, and he finds himself regretting waiting in the hallway because now he has to face you again and he’s not ready and he doesn’t know what to say and he still looks like a hobo and –

“mr. choi!”

he looks up to see who he imagines is your colleague – mr. jeon – step towards him, as you and mr. han step out after him, discussing something. you glance once towards seungcheol before turning back to the conversation, and seungcheol feels his heart clench.

“mr. jeon, i’m sorry once again for interrupting your meeting,” seungcheol says, extending his hand to shake mr. jeon’s.

“don’t worry, no harm done at all. i’m actually glad you stuck around, because i had something to ask you. seeing as you and mr. lee are close, would you be available for a short talk with us, sometime in the next days? we’ll have to build a strong case for mr. lee and, well, some insight from his colleagues would be very helpful,” mr. jeon explains, fixing the thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

seungcheol is taken aback by the man’s soft tone. his sharp eyes and cold look on his face made him look pretty intimidating, but his voice is the complete opposite, putting seungcheol weirdly at ease.

“o-of course, anything for jihoon,” seungcheol quickly replies. “can i ask, though, what exactly does he need help with?”

“plagiarism.”

“PLAGIARISM?!”

“you’re being sued. for plagiarism.”

“yes.”

“and you just found out last friday.”

“yes.”

“last friday when we all went out for barbeque and you didn’t even think to mention it? not even once?!”

“will you stop pacing and sit down? you’re making me even more nervous than i already am,” jihoon sighs, dropping his head in his hands.

seungcheol sighs as well, muttering a sorry, and sits down on the couch opposite jihoon’s chair.

jihoon continues. “i didn’t mention anything because i didn’t want to piss on everyone’s good mood. it was joshua’s birthday… besides, i didn’t know all the details of the situation at that point. i thought it was another baseless accusation, you know? but they’re serious about it. they wanna take me to court.”

“what? that’s insane,” seungcheol says. “i feel weird even asking, but did you even plagiarize?”

“no! of course not! i don’t even know the people!” jihoon exclaims, flopping down on the couch next to seungcheol. he lets out a long groan. “this is just what i needed.”

seungcheol pats his friend’s back, thinking of some encouraging words. jihoon was the most talented and creative guy he knew. to think that someone would accuse him of using somebody else’s work was a concept seungcheol couldn’t even entertain.

“don’t worry. that jeon guy looks like he’s already got a game plan.”

“and Y/N,” jihoon says.

silence falls around the two of them, until jihoon stirs from the couch, sitting up to look at seungcheol.

“are we just not going to acknowledge her or what?”

“no! that’s not what i…” seungcheol sighs, hanging his head. “i just wasn’t expecting to see her. i don’t know how to feel.”

“that’s understandable. you guys haven’t seen each other in a while, right?”

seungcheol shakes his head. “did she… did she say anything to you?”

“oh, no. she was super professional, went straight to business. but…” jihoon trails off, debating whether he should say what he was thinking.

“but? but what?!” seungcheol grabs jihoon’s shoulders, shaking him a little.

“but i think she was just as rattled to see you as you were. her hand kept shaking while she was writing, after you left. i guess she was just better at hiding her surprise,” jihoon continues. “now let go of me, you animal!”

seungcheol sighs. could it be that you were just as much of a mess inside as he was? the hopeful part of him thinks you might have thought of him all these months, just as he thought of you. the other part of him thinks your hand might as well just have been shaking from anger.

“you know, this might be a good thing,” jihoon says, getting up and sitting back in front of his computer.

“what, you getting sued and her being around?”

“yeah. maybe this way you’ll finally grow some balls, put your pride aside, and actually fix things,” jihoon deadpans, and seungcheol knows the conversation is over.

yeah. easier said than done.

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allyscoffin · 5 months ago

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Stop thinking about failing

You know when you're feeling frustrated because nothing is happening on your life even if you're trying so hard on the loa but "failling"?!

Stop, please just stop thinking that nothing is happening because it already is.

"But i'm failing, i can't manifest-" shut up, i don't want to be rude with u dear, but i need to give you a wake up slap first, all that bullshit of i can't this, i can't that is a big lie, you can do literally ANYTHING all the time.

For example, you want a new phone, you keep saying and repeting on your mind that you already have, but nothing happens for first then you give up and the negatives thoughts start to show up and you say "Oh i don't have that phone that i want" or "The loa doesn't work for me", when you say that OFC it won't work.

Listen to me, let's have a little talk about how the law works, if you think on something and keep repeting it to yourself one hour it will be true (well already is, but anyways that isn't the focus now), so if u say that something doesn't happend ofc it won't happen, remember the phone thing? Is exactly what i'm trying to say.

Final notes: This is a small "thread" (idk how people call it on tumblr sorry :/) to people who think in quit the loa community, well i hope it works to u if you're thinking on that, also that's my first work here so yeah i'm kinda happy lol, anyways, drink eat and keep safe, kisses from Lucky ^^ 💗

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royalty-subway · 2 years ago

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The twins with am s/o who saves pokemon from terrible trainers?

Hm. I assume you mean stuff like, people who are mistreating their Pokemon(s). Right? ;w;

I mean. I’ll just put a warning here either way. Since we’re talking about Pokemon(s) being saved from terrible trainers. ;w;

But if I mess up, you can tell me-

Sordward

… He isn’t entirely involved in matters like this. But… he can easily fuck someone over for just existing due to him being part of the monarchy.

Like… he could theoretically arrest or ruin these people as he pleases. But uh. It’s probably best if he doesn’t do that because it could be seen as “reckless” in his part-

Look, what he’s trying to get at is that maybe him being part of the monarchy could help you in your missions to some degree. Like, he’ll do whatever is in his power to help you in matters such as this.

He could try helping you by taking care of the Pokemons themselves. Or at least keeping them company until someone is willing to adopt them. He'll be a bit strict with the conditions of these people wanting to adopt though-

That is… if you even want his help because you at least know what you’re doing while he doesn’t. But eh, whatever it is, he’s proud of you.

Shielbert

Hm. Well, it’s a bit of a given that those who mistreat others, whether people or Pokemons, are some of the most scummiest people in the world.

Like, it does upset him deeply, and he honestly wishes to help you however he can. But… he’s not entirely sure how, since this could be your job or just something you do as a “heroic act”.

I think the only way he could possibly help is him being part of the monarchy (or… “diarchy” if he and his brother were to rule together, hm…), so he does hold some form of power to deal with these kinds of people, probably-

Or… he could like, take care of those Pokemons if they’re too much for you. He likes looking after Pokemons anyway, or he likes to at least try his best to be a good caretaker for a few moments.

He tends to ask a lot of questions regarding your doings. Like, he’d ask if you’re okay or where the saved Pokemons will end up being. He just wants to make sure everything is fine.

Emmet

… Do you want to know what this man thinks or considers one of the worst things imaginable someone can do? It’s this, quite literally this; treating Pokemons like absolute shit.

I’m sorry, but nothing excuses shit like this or anything closely related to that. Yeah, if you couldn’t tell, he has a strong opinion and is very serious about matters such as this.

He’d sent these sorts of assholes to Tartarus if he could. But he’ll just keep his mouth shut and let people like you do your job as you properly should.

Yes, he’s happy and grateful that you’re stopping these issues from happening. But… at the same time, he doesn’t really wish to hear specific details on the matter because it does genuinely upset him.

Like, just know that he’s happy for you and those Pokemons you saved. And he’s willing to help out however he can. But uh, yeah.

Ingo

Hm… You know, sometimes on the subway itself, these sorts of things happen; where people mistreat their Pokemons or others. Even to a point that sometimes there’s a need to be an interference.

Yes, if necessary, he, along with Emmet, can and will interfere with situations like this. Such as getting law enforcement involved. Even if they don’t want to. But it’ll be pretty saddening either way. So might as well.

He’s genuinely glad to have people like you, whose jobs are to deliberately solve issues like this. But he knows damn well that these sorts of jobs usually take a lot from you. As in, it’s not fun to be part of situations like this, for all parties involved.

That is… if it is your job. Maybe you’re doing this for the hell of it…? Which would be illegal, but at least your heart is kinda in the right place.

Eh. Whatever it may be, you can always talk to him about your endeavors. He’ll always be there to listen or help you out as much as he can.

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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 2: Dreams

(Smut galore in this chapter! This fic belongs to me, wendyeve24. Text enlarged for the visually impaired. Hope you enjoy!)

The newlywedded couples walked into the hotel ballroom, Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis blasted through the speakers as the doors opened. The wedding guests all clapped as the first dance started. Both dances were slow and tender, though Cassie's dance with Nate was a bit awkward since he was so much taller than her. Lexi had a bit more of a comfortable time dancing with Fezco, though he wasn't as confident in his dance moves in front of everyone.

Once the song ended, Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac started playing. Lexi's friends and Fezco's family started mingling.

"So you used to own the store and now your grandson has taken over?" Rue asked Marie.

"Yup. I ran that store for a long time, I was beyond thrilled to finally fucking retire." Marie said.

"That's badass." Rue said with a nod of respect.

Over at the punch bowl, Ash intended to spike it but Gia managed to catch him about to pour malt liquor from the bar into the punch.

"Hey! I know what you're about to do and it's not good. Stop it." Gia scolded.

"What? I just wanna get this party started. Fuck off." Ash retorted with an annoyed gaze.

"No! Give me that!" Gia yelled as she tried to snatch the bottle from Ash.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Ash said with a mischievous smirk as he started running and Gia chased after him.

Jules was busy sipping some soda and talking to Faye, hearing her wild tales of brief porn stardom. Kat and Ethan also listened to the former pornstar talk.

"And like... four guys all came on me at once."

Jules nearly spat out her soda.

"What the fuck!? How do you even clean up after that?"

"You take a bath, Jewel. Duh." Faye replied as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

"I think porno is quite interesting. Maybe it could be popular in the future." Kat said.

Ethan gazed at his wife with a stunned look.

"Really? You don't think it's degrading?" He asked.

"Not really."

"It isn't. I mean we all fuck. Why not show it off to like... literally everybody?" Faye asked.

"I mean... you're not wrong." Jules said with an amused smile.

Lexi finally introduced Fez to Rue after the song ended, and Cherry Bomb by The Runaways started to play.

"Oh yeah, uh hi. I'm Rue. It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah it's nice to meet you too Rue. So, how long have you and Lexi been friends?"

"We've been friends... gosh, ever since I can remember. We've been friends since we were kids." Rue answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Our moms are friends and we practically grew up together because of that." Lexi explained with a smile.

"Oh shit, that's awesome."

"I'm more closer with Lexi than Cassie, to be honest. She's a bit too dramatic for me." Rue said.

"No kidding. So, Lexi where's your sister? I met your mom but I haven't gotten the chance to meet her yet."

"If you don't talk to her tonight, we'll see her tomorrow at the luncheon before we leave. Don't worry Fez, you're not missing anything with her."

"Alright ma. If you say so." Fez kissed Lexi's cheek.

"Wanna get some food?" He asked.

"Oh yes please. I'm starving." Lexi replied.

"Alright. How bout you go take a load off, rest your feet and I'll get your food Lex. What do you want?"

"Chicken, corn and some punch."

"Okay, I'll be back."

"Thank you Fez."

While Fezco went to get his and Lexi's dinner, Cassie was meeting Nate's family as House of The Rising Sun by The Animals played.

"You're pretty." Marsha said to Cassie as she eyed her up and down.

"Thank you." A smile coming across Cassie's face.

"Almost too pretty." Marsha added with a disapproving gaze.

Cassie immediately frowned. She was shocked at the sudden turn that simple comment had taken.

"Be nice Marsha. Hi, I'm Cal Jacobs. Nice to meet you Cassie. Welcome to the family. I'm glad to have a daughter in-law that will be living close to the family business. Tell me Cassie, do you like sports?" He said in a friendly tone.

"Oh uh yeah. I was a cheerleader in high-school." Cassie replied with a smile.

"Oh wow, that's impressive. Just by looking at you, I can tell you were a great cheerleader."

"Thanks."

"Alright dad, quit holding Cassie up. She's gonna get me my dinner." Nate said.

"I am?" Cassie asked.

"You're my wife. It's your duty. Now go." He said in an annoyed tone.

"O-Okay. Um do you want to have me get anything specific from the banquet tables or...?"

"Steak, potatoes, spinach. In that order. You're eating the same."

"Oh but... Nate I... I don't like spinach." Cassie said with a sheepish smile.

"You eat what I tell you to eat. Understood?" Nate said with a stern gaze and a raised brow.

"Yes sir."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Try that again." He demanded.

"Yes Daddy." Cassie answered softly.

"Good girl. Now go get our dinner."

Cassie went over to the banquet tables as well. While she was there, Cal patted Nate on the shoulder with a proud serpentine grin on his face.

"She'll be the perfect Mrs. Jacobs yet. Keep training her. She'll get there." He said to Nate before walking over to the bar with Marsha.

Lexi went to go and introduce herself to Nate with Maddy who had tagged along.

"Hi. You must be my sister's new husband. I'm Lexi. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. And you are?" He asked, slightly ignoring Lexi and gazing directly at Maddy.

"I'm Cassie's best friend. Maddy Perez."

"You've known her for how long?" Nate asked.

"We basically grew up together." Maddy answered.

"I have too, of course." Lexi said.

"That's interesting. You can tell a lot about someone by their family and their friends..." Nate trailed off.

"So, what was she like as a kid?" He asked.

Meanwhile, Cassie ended up meeting Fezco at the banquet tables.

"Are you Cassie?" Fez asked.

"Yes. Oh! You must be my sister's new husband." She said.

"Yeah, I'm Fezco. It's nice to meet you." He said as he held out his hand for her to shake.

"It's nice to meet you too. Are you and Lexi going to the luncheon tomorrow before your honeymoon?" She asked as she shook his hand.

"Oh yeah, of course."

"Great! I can't wait to meet your family too." Cassie said with a smile before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Nate told me to tell you to get his dinner and sit down. Quit mingling." Aaron, Nate's older brother said.

"Oh... okay." Cassie turned back to Fez who looked at her with a concerned gaze.

"I-It was nice meeting you Fezco. Welcome to the family." Cassie said sheepishly before turning around with her plates of food and walking over to the Jacobs table.

"Yeah. Nice meeting ya." Fez replied as he finished making himself and his wife a plate of food.

As he turned to go to the O'Neill's table he shook his head in slight disbelief. There was something weird with that whole interaction... and he didn't like it, but he wouldn't think about it too much, besides... it was none of his business.

Before she went to go sit down, Lexi went over to Cassie to talk as she managed to catch her sister before she sat down at her respective table.

"I met Nate. He seems nice. Do you like him? I saw that you met Fezco. What do you think of him?" Lexi asked.

"Of course I like Nate, he's my husband now. Why would I not like my husband?" Cassie replied defensively.

"Why are you getting defensive? I was just asking since you married him almost an hour or two ago." Lexi said with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not getting defensive Lexi! Ugh. Anyways, your husband is nice too." She replied before her gaze met Nate's across the way, he was glaring at her.

"Thanks. Are you... okay? And why do you have spinach on your plate? You hate spinach, you gag if it's even in your mouth." Lexi said.

"I'm fine. And... I wanted spinach for a change. I... thought I'd like it now since I'm a wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to feed my hungry husband. I'm coming honey!" Cassie called over to Nate before going over to the table and putting his plate in front of him before sitting down.

"Fucking took you long enough. It better not be cold." He said to her before taking a bite. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm either... he supposed that it would have to do... besides, he wanted to break her down further.

Cassie began to dig into her food, she started cutting into her steak first before Nate stopped her.

"Eat your spinach first. It's good for you."

"But... I really wanted my steak first Daddy..." Cassie said.

"Spinach first."

"But-"

Nate took his fork and stabbed into her spinach, holding it up to her mouth before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"You wanna be a good girl for Daddy, don't you?"

Cassie nodded wordlessly.

"Use your words."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good. Now eat the fucking spinach. Unless you want this bite shoved down that pretty throat of yours." He demanded in a dark whisper.

Cassie took a deep breath and leaned forward, taking the bite of spinach off of his fork. She bit back a gag and managed to choke it down.

"Good girl." Nate said with a cocky yet pleased smile as he took his fork back and stabbed into his mashed potatoes, taking a bite of it.

"Eat all of it. Oh and Cassie?"

"Yes?"

"If I see you so much as shake hands with another guy like you did with your sister's ginger husband... you're in so much trouble." He casually mentioned to her without looking at her and shoveling some of his steak into his mouth.

A stunned look came across her face as she looked at Nate. She then turned back to her plate and stabbed her fork into her spinach. Cassie started eating her spinach begrudgingly, fighting back the urge to gag and cry after each bite.

Lexi had already started eating with Fezco, she was happy to have their first meal together as husband and wife.

"You like the chicken? If not, I could take it back and get you something else." Fez offered.

"Oh no Fez, it tastes good. Uh how does your rice taste? It looks good."

"It's really good. Pairs well with the turkey and the coleslaw. Want some?"

"Sure." She got a little bit of rice off of his plate and put it onto her own before taking a bite.

"Mmm! Yeah that's really good. Wanna try some of my corn?"

"Of course." Fez replied as he put a bit of her corn on his plate and ate it, nodding at how good it tasted due to the way it had been grilled.

"So, did you get a chance to talk to Cassie?" Lexi asked.

"Yeah I did. She seems cool. To be honest though... she seemed a bit weird after that guy over there approached her." Fez recalled as he briefly gestured over to Aaron who sat at the Jacobs table located at the other side of the ballroom.

"That's Nate's older brother. Now that you mention it... she was really acting defensive towards me just some minutes ago. And she had spinach on her plate."

"What's wrong with spinach, ma?" Fez asked.

"Cassie hates spinach. Whenever our mom tried to give us spinach when we were kids, Cassie just couldn't keep it down. It only had to be in her mouth for a few seconds and then she'd either spit it out or gag. And God forbid if she swallowed it because then she'd only throw it up afterwards."

"Well shit... why would she choose to eat that now?"

"That's the thing Fez... I don't think she chose to eat it. I think she's forced to eat it."

"Woah ma. You tryin' to tell me you think your sister's husband she just married is fucking forcing her to eat spinach?" He said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yeah. I... I know it sounds farfetched. I don't know maybe I'm over thinking it." Lexi said with a shrug.

"I don't know but... that whole situation is fucking weird."

"Yeah... I agree." Lexi replied as she ate some of her chicken.

After everyone ate their fill of food and drank their fill of drinks, it was time for the bouquet toss and the garter toss.

Dancing Queen by ABBA started to play on the speakers as all the single ladies gathered on the dance floor.

"Oh I'm getting that bouquet." Jules said to Maddy who rolled her eyes.

"No hun, I'm getting that bouquet. Go sit down somewhere Jules." She replied.

"You both know there's two bouquets right? You both could get one." Rue said with a smirk.

"Yeah but I'm getting the first one." Jules argued.

"I call dibs on the second one then." Faye said as she stumbled over to them due to being drunk and high.

Maddy rolled her eyes again before the toss officially started.

Cassie threw hers first. It flew up into the air behind her and neither Jules nor Maddy nor Faye caught it. Rue caught it.

"Well... fuck." She muttered.

"Dammit!" Jules cried out.

Lexi smiled before tossing her bouquet second.

As to be expected neither Jules, Maddy or Faye caught it, Rue didn't catch it either instead Rue's sister Gia who had been standing not too far from Rue caught Lexi's bouquet.

"Oh shit! You caught it!" Rue said in a genuinely surprised tone.

Gia looked at the bouquet in shock before smiling a little bit, not quite sure on what to make of the situation as she quietly walked off of the dancefloor.

Next up was the garter toss. Fez had specifically requested that the Disc Jockey play I Want You by Marvin Gaye.

Lexi sat down in the middle of the dancefloor in a chair, as Fez did a little two-step towards her to the beat of the song. Lexi couldn't help but laugh a bit before her eyes widened a bit as she saw him get on his knees in front of her.

Lexi blushed.

"Fez..." She said breathlessly.

"Gotta get this garter off you, ma. Don't be afraid, I gotchu." He said as he took the white kitten heeled shoe off of her left foot, setting it down. He then gazed directly into her eyes, his blue ones meeting her brown ones. They never broke eye contact with each other as she felt his hand slowly slide up her left leg, his calloused hand sliding up her smooth leg that was under her dress.

Lexi gasped as he slowly squeezed and kneaded her thigh, teasing her a bit before his other hand traveled up her left leg. Both hands reached the garter that was wrapped around her thigh. With his index fingers he slid his fingers under the lacy fabric of the garter and started to slowly slide the garter down off of her thigh, keeping eye contact with her the entire time.

He made sure to take his sweet time, there was no rush.

"Fezco..." Lexi said breathlessly again.

"Raise your leg up for me, ma." Fez said in a low and husky voice.

Lexi slowly raised her leg so it was sticking straight out. Fez maneuvered himself so her dress covered leg could rest on his shoulder as he continued his slow work of taking her garter off.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby. I wanna take my time witchu ma." He said huskily.

The garter was now off of her knee and was being slowly moved downwards to her calf. When it reached her lower calf, he stopped and removed his fingers from the garter.

"I want you but I want you to want me too." He sang along, her eyes never leaving his.

"Fezco... please." Lexi begged. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for in that moment, but she knew that whatever it was, he most definitely had what she was begging for.

Fez lifted the bottom of her dress up slightly with his now free hands before leaning his face close to her left foot.

Lexi felt as if she were melting into the seat, the heat between her legs got stronger with each passing second, with each touch of Fez's hands, with each movement he made, with every gaze he shared with her. She was sure that he could sense how turned on she was in that moment.

He then kissed her foot, her ankle and lowered his lips to the garter, kissing it before he took the garter into his mouth, his blue eyes looking up at her. To him, she was the only woman in the room. He then slid the garter down the remainder of her leg with his teeth. The garter slid off of her foot easily, and he grinned with it between his teeth as he finally stood up.

Once he turned around and faced the guests who hooted and hollered, he walked a few paces away from Lexi who was busy slipping her shoe back on and hoping that her dress wasn't soaked through from her arousal and making the seat wet.

Fez tossed the garter into the small bit of single guys who were on the dancefloor and the person who caught it was Ashtray who gave a disgusted look at it in his hands, but then decided he could probably sell the garter or something so he decided to shove it into his pocket and keep it.

Nate was up next and Cassie sat down in the chair in the middle of the dancefloor.

He had specifically requested for the Disc Jockey to play Five to One by The Doors.

Cassie felt... nauseous. Her body had been fighting the spinach she had eaten, and the spinach was winning.

Nate took some steps to the beat towards Cassie before he leaned down and kissed her before getting on his knees.

Cassie smiled though she could feel her stomach lurching.

He slid his hand up her left leg and put his head under her dress, licking her inner thigh before taking the garter into his mouth and between his teeth.

She bit her lip slightly out of arousal as she felt his movements under her dress.

He lowered his hand and managed to take her shoe off letting it drop to the floor as he slowly slid out from underneath her dress, the garter still between his teeth as he slid it down her leg.

The music was loud, and drowned out the gurgling noise her stomach made.

"Nate..." Cassie she said frantically a wide eyed look on her face.

He gazed at her darkly as he kept sliding the garter down her leg.

"Nate..." She tried again.

He ignored her and slid the garter down her calf.

Cassie started to dry heave a bit as she shook her head.

He kept ignoring her and he completely slid the garter off of her leg and off of her foot with his teeth and stood up, the bottom of her dress that he had raised up, fell back into place before all of a sudden she leaned over and threw up all over his shoes.

"Fuck! What the fuck Cassie!?" He yelled as the garter dropped to his feet at the exact same time she hurled.

The guests were all disgusted at the scene and the single guys who had joined the garter toss all left the dancefloor.

Even though she was extremely drunk, Suze managed to rush over to a crying Cassie and help her out of the chair, taking her to a nearby bathroom to get her cleaned up. Miraculously, Cassie hadn't thrown up onto her wedding dress, only on her shoes and Nate's shoes... and also the garter.

"So is like anybody gonna clean that up?" Faye asked aloud as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

Marsha, Nate's mother took care of her son's shoes and then she tended to Cassie's shoes. She was actually giddy that her new daughter-in-law managed to embarrass herself at her own wedding, she couldn't help but laugh a bit as she wiped the vomit off of Cassie's shoes.

Leslie, Rue and Gia's mother managed to cover the mess up with a table cloth and advised everyone to not step on the table cloth, and that if they wanted to participate, it was time for the cutting of the cake.

Fez and Lexi obliged, Nate also obliged simply because he wanted cake, and by the time she came back from getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Cassie agreed to the cake cutting.

Lexi cut the cake together with Fez before putting the piece onto a plate, and sharing it with him.

Cassie still wasn't feeling great, and decided to let Nate have his piece of cake, but little did she know was that he had other ideas.

After Cassie sat down, Nate went over to her with his plate that had a big piece of cake on it.

"It's good. Eat some." He said.

"I... I can't. I just got sick."

"Whatever." Nate said in an annoyed tone.

"At least try a bit of it." He added.

"No. I don't want it."

A dark look came into his eyes.

"Don't you ever say no to me." He warned.

He then picked up his piece of cake with his hand and put it up to her mouth.

"Eat it." He demanded.

Cassie shook her head.

"Eat. The. Cake. Cassie." He demanded through gritted teeth.

Cassie shook her head again before Nate shoved the cake into her face, causing her to cry again.

"Stop crying. It's not attractive." He said coldly.

Cassie immediately stopped crying.

"Good girl. You earned yourself a napkin." Nate said as he grabbed a napkin for her.

Cassie thought he'd wipe her face for her, but instead he chucked the napkin at her.

"Clean yourself up." He said, much to her immense disappointment, though she did as she was told.

By the end of the night, the couples were ready to consummate their marriages, they said their goodbyes to their friends and families before going upstairs to their respective suites that the grooms had paid for.

Nate and Cassie's suite was a bit bigger than Fezco and Lexi's, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Nate was that he was finally able to fuck Cassie and break her down, while Fezco's focus would solely be on Lexi and giving her the most pleasurable first time.

When Nate opened the door, he practically pushed Cassie inside of the suite before he turned the lights on.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that?" Nate berated after he shut the door behind him.

Cassie turned around and took a deep breath.

"I'm not. I... I told you I didn't like spinach. I just could never get it down." She said sadly, her voice soft.

Nate approached her and kissed her forehead before he gently hugged her, before hoisting her up and slamming her onto the bed.

Cassie screamed out of pure surprise.

"Well well well... this is the first time I've heard you scream. I like it. You'll be doing a lot more of that tonight. Take your dress off." He said as he briefly hovered over her before he sat up on the bed, throwing his suit jacket to the side, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He kicked his black loafers off and got off of the bed, and went to the other side of the room where the record player was.

Cassie was still struggling with getting her dress off, she had managed to get her stockings off however.

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones came on and Cassie was near tears trying desperately to get her dress off, the buttons in the back just were not budging because she was having a hard time reaching them.

She wasn't sure how her mother had even managed to get into and out of the dress, but Cassie certainly wasn't having an easy time.

"Daddy... can you help me?" She asked finally as she held her arms out, sniffling because she nearly broke a nail and she was frustrated. Nothing was going right today for her at all.

"Sure. Since you asked like a good girl." Nate said as he approached. He got on the bed and instructed her to turn around.

She did so and moved her hair to the side so he could undo her buttons for her.

"You put this dress on yourself?" He asked.

"My mom helped a bit but I mostly did it myself." She replied.

"Oh... nice." Nate said before he snatched the fabric from her body, ripping the back of the dress, the fabric was now frayed and the dress was ruined as he managed to rip the rest of it off of her and threw it to the side as if it were a piece of garbage.

"Nate! What the fuck!? That dress is a hand-me-down! That belonged to my mother! You just ruined it! Oh my god!" Cassie yelled as she turned around, her arms shielding her tits from his view as she gazed at him angrily.

"Too many buttons for my tastes." He responded as he sat back against the headboard of the bed.

"Now, you do your duty and give me a damn good blowjob or you're getting punished for fucking yelling at me." He said as he pointed at the erection in his black slacks.

Cassie stopped shielding her tits from him and crawled over to him on the bed. She started to unbuckle his belt. Once his belt was unbuckled, she undid his button and unzipped him before pulling his slacks down off of his legs.

As soon as his slacks were down off of his crotch, his cock sprang to life since he wasn't wearing underwear and his hard long length hit Cassie's cheek. She couldn't help but stare at it... his cock was huge.

"Wow..." She gasped in awe.

She looked up at him and he looked down at her with a cocky yet proud smile on his face.

"Go ahead." He urged.

Cassie lowered her mouth onto his cock. She certainly couldn't take all of him into her mouth, he was huge. But of course Nate had other ideas.

His wife slobbered and sucked his cock but she wasn't trying to take it all the way into her mouth... and he noticed that.

Nate grabbed her by the back of her head and wrapped some of her hair around his hand.

"Go further Cassie. Open up that pretty throat of yours. Slacken that fucking jaw." He instructed.

She did as she was told and it worked for a little bit before she could feel herself choking on his cock. She tried to ease back a bit but his grip on the back of her head tightened and he used his own strength to keep her head down completely. He decided to torture her a bit more and raised his hips up a bit, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.

Cassie had tears in her eyes from choking on his cock, her throat was being abused by his tip and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She started to panic, her arms flailing around a bit before she tapped his thighs, this didn't work and only made him thrust himself into her mouth harder and forcibly keep her head in place.

Cassie whimpered as she cried before a muffled and raspy scream just barely left her throat, it was audible however, but Nate didn't care.

Would this be the last thing she did? Sucking her husband's cock on their wedding night and dying by being suffocated from it? Cassie started to grow light-headed, she was on the verge of passing out, her arms started to go limp as he continued to fuck her mouth before he roughly yanked her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock with a grunt.

She collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, her vision no longer was darkened and her consciousness was starting to come back. She coughed quite a bit, her chest heaving as he got on top of her.

"Good. You're alive." He said as he rubbed his cock against her cotton panties.

"N-Nate." She rasped.

"You're a good girl Cassie... a whiny annoying bitch but a good girl." He said with an impressed tone.

She smiled at him, happy for the praise she had received despite the backhanded compliment.

"And good girls get rewards..." He said darkly as he took her right tit into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand squeezed her left tit.

"Oh!" Cassie cried out.

He stopped squeezing her tit and let his hand travel downwards to her panties, he rubbed her through the fabric before sliding them down off of her legs.

He briefly sucked on her left tit and let his fingers explore her pussy that was getting wetter as the seconds passed.

Cassie moaned as he leaned back up and kissed her before going back down, his mouth blowing air onto her pussy causing her to squirm.

He then started to suck her clit as he inserted his fingers into her pussy.

"Daddy!" She cried out.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her until a filthy squelching sound came from her pussy. He then removed his fingers from her and held them up in front of her face.

"Clean it." He demanded.

Cassie started to suck his fingers clean of her own juices as he stroked his cock while watching her. She hadn't orgasmed, though she had been excruciatingly close.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her, easily using his strength to roughly flip her over so she laid on her stomach. Nate gazed at her plump ass, taking it upon himself to spank her hard, making her yelp and leaving a red handprint on her left ass cheek.

His index finger dipped between her cheeks, rubbing her tight asshole.

"Ever used the backdoor before?" He asked curiously.

"N-No. That's... so dirty. I've only ever had it vaginally." She admitted sheepishly.

"I'll train you Cassie. Don't worry. In the meantime... I wanna taste it." He said hungrily before he spread her ass cheeks apart and started lapping at her hole with his tongue.

"Oh God! Nate!" She cried out as she felt him assault her hole with his tongue.

He then poked at it with his index finger that she had previously sucked on and inserted it deep into her ass.

"Fuck!" She screamed.

"You like that Cassie? You like your husband's finger buried into your tight ass don't you?"

She let out a moan that soon sounded strangled as he used his free hand to wrap around her throat, choking her.

Cassie whimpered before his grip slackened and he stopped choking her before sliding his finger out of her ass.

"On all fours. Now."

She got on all fours immediately and felt him rut against her ass before tapping his cock against her pussy.

He then entered her at a moderate pace, not really giving her time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"Nate! Oh my god! You're too big! It's too fucking big!" She yelled.

The only answer she got in return was a grunt as he concentrated on achieving his much needed orgasm. He spanked her ass again, this time leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek before he roughly grabbed both cheeks pulling her on and off of his cock as he thrusted in and out like a madman.

"Please! Daddy!" She begged.

His thrusts soon slowed down and he pulled out of her before tapping his cock against her asshole.

Cassie's eyes went wide. He wouldn't do something so... dirty on their wedding night... would he?

The question in her mind got answered as he stuck the tip of his cock into her ass and eased himself further in, the foreign feeling of her tight asshole being stretched causing her to cry and scream in pain.

"Stop! Nate it hurts! It burns! Please don't!" She begged.

It felt absolutely amazing to him, so why should he care if it hurt her?

"Daddy stop! Please!?" Cassie cried out as tears streamed down her face as she gripped the sheets in pain, clawing at the blankets. She just wanted him to stop. She tried to crawl away but he made sure to firmly hold her hips in place so she couldn't get away from him.

Nate moaned at the feeling of her tightness wrapped around his cock as he thrust in and out.

"Stop... it..." Cassie sobbed, pleading as she started to feel defeated and hopeless, so she just let him do it to her as she cried, especially since he wouldn't listen and just kept going.

He was getting close. He then pulled out of her ass, which only made her scream louder at the burning sensation in her asshole.

Her husband then stuck his cock back into her pussy making her moan through her tears. He thrust in and out of her until he felt his core tighten up, sweat dripping down his bare chest as he threw his head back.

"Fuck! Cassie! I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Cassie hadn't been counting on him to cum inside of her on their first night together as husband and wife... and because of this she started to panic.

"Nate! Daddy stop! Nate wait! Pull out! Please!?" She begged.

But her begging fell on deaf ears as he rutted against her some more and pumped his huge load into her, his balls constricting as he came.

"Cassie..." He moaned out as he milked himself of every last drop, making sure it was inside of her.

He then pulled out, his cock softening as he got up and took the needle off of the vinyl record, turned off the lights, got under the covers, kissed his wife and went to sleep.

Cassie had since collapsed from being on all fours and she gave her husband a shocked look, tears still streaming down her face as she managed to slide her aching body under the blankets, her head hitting the pillow.

She looked over at the opposite wall in the darkened room, she was bruised, her neck and throat hurt terribly, her ass hurting in more ways than one, her pussy was leaking his cum, she was unbelievably sore already and she hadn't even orgasmed on her own wedding night. That night, Cassie silently cried herself to sleep.

Lexi and Fezco had arrived to their suite. Fez opened the door with a grin.

"Aren't you gonna... carry me over the threshold?" Lexi asked.

"Oh yeah, I do gotta do that... right? Alright hold on tight, ma." Fez said with a goofy grin as he picked Lexi up bridal style.

Lexi couldn't help but laugh as Fez carried her inside, shutting the door with his foot as he carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down.

"I wasn't too heavy for you? Was I?" Lexi asked teasingly.

"You kiddin' me? You ain't heavy at all Lexi. Hell, I could pick you up and carry you for miles and not get tired. You light as a feather Lex." He said with smile.

"So... uh whatchu wanna do first?" He asked as he clasped his hands together and gazed at her curiously.

"I think... we should share a couple of glasses of champagne, talk some more and... see where the night takes us." She suggested.

"I swear Lexi, you're a damn mind reader." He said as he chuckled and shook his head. Going over to the ice bucket where the chilled champagne was and got two glasses. He poured her champagne first, then he did his own. He brought the champagne over to her and handed her the glass before holding his own up in a toast.

"How about we toast to... a good marriage." He suggested.

"Hm, how about a fantastic marriage that lies ahead for us." She said.

"Yeah that sounds even better. To a fantastic marriage that lies ahead." He said before the two of them clinked glasses and sipped their champagne.

"Mmm... that's good. Really bubbly though." Lexi said before she got up and sat her glass aside before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Fezco took another sip before he sat his glass aside as well.

"Wanna listen to some music?" He asked, walking over to the record player.

"Of course! What music do you like?"

"Really groovy jams. I don't listen to rock or pop that much, I like Motown hits, James Brown, Funkadelic, Soul music, y'know all that kinda good shit."

"Wow, that's impressive. I've never met someone so into funk and soul like you are."

"Yeah ma. I was raised on that shit. It's some good stuff."

"Fez... what do you like to listen to when you get..." Lexi trailed off, not sure how to continue asking her question.

"When I get what?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Well... when you... get that urge..." Lexi asked as she blushed a bit.

Fez turned around and couldn't help himself. He chuckled a bit before shaking his head, an amused look on his face.

"Lexi, you're fucking fearless."

He put the record he had chosen on and gently put the needle to the vinyl.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and gazed directly into Lexi's eyes as the iconic opening notes from Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye resounded through the room.

"Marvin is one of the main ones I like to listen to when I get that urge, ma." He answered as he leaned into her, their faces close to each other and their lips almost touching.

Lexi was speechless, she couldn't believe how... suave and smooth her husband was. It was really turning her on.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me?"

"You ain't even gotta ask baby."

Fez kissed Lexi, the kiss gradually grew heated as she pulled him on top of her.

They both moaned into the kiss as Fez's erection grew in his pants and Lexi felt it against her despite her dress still being on.

"Oh Fez... I... I wanna take care of that for you. Please?" She asked.

"You don't have to ma... besides, I want your first time to be special. I wanna do everything for you, you don't gotta do nothin' for me." He said.

"Fez, I really want to... let me try?"

How could he say no to her when she was giving him that cute pleading look?

"Alright. But before you do anything... I wanna help you out of that dress."

She nodded and turned around.

His fingers worked diligently on the buttons at the back of her dress.

"Where'd you get this dress from?"

"It's a hand-me-down. My aunt wore it." Lexi replied.

"It's nice. Alright, I think I undid all the buttons."

The next thing he knew, Lexi turned her head and slid her dress off. The sight alone almost made him cream his pants. His mouth was agape as he saw her slowly take her dress off. He wasn't sure if she was taking her time because the dress was old or if she was teasing him.

She kicked her shoes off and slid her dress off completely. She finally turned around, her breasts on display for him and her cotton white panties that had a wet spot on them from her earlier arousal during the garter toss.

He was speechless. She was already gorgeous but she had gotten that much more gorgeous in his eyes.

"Shit... you're a fucking goddess."

"Thank you... Fez it's time for you to take your clothes off too..."

"Oh! Yeah..." Fez shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side, he took his bow tie off and struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

"Here, let me help you."

Lexi started to undo his buttons on his shirt and helped him out of it before he tossed his shirt to the side. He got up and took his shoes off and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants before he slid them down, revealing his black and white boxers.

"Thanks baby. Now... how bout we get it on, huh?" He asked sensually as he laid down on the bed next to her.

Lexi nodded eagerly with a smile.

"Um what happens first?" She asked.

"Oh, you don't know? I thought you was educated Lexi?" He teased.

"I am... just not that educated on... sex." She admitted.

"Really...?"

She nodded.

"Well, we're husband and wife and what happens between us tonight well... it's gonna be special imma make sure of that." He said before kissing her.

"You're gonna be my teacher, Fezco?" She asked teasingly against his lips.

"Hell yeah... class is in session, ma." He replied.

She felt herself grow wet as he spoke.

He started kissing her neck, causing her to moan a bit.

"You wanna be on top?" He asked, wanting to know what position she felt comfortable in to start things off.

"Yes." She answered breathlessly as she straddled him just like how she did when they were in the limo.

He immediately felt how wet she was through her panties, since his still covered erection was poking against her.

"Do you mind if I take care of these?" He asked as his eyes gestured to her boobs.

"I thought women couldn't get pleasure from their breasts being played with?" Lexi asked shyly with a giggle.

"And what weirdo told you that?"

"I don't remember..."

"Nah. You can get pleasure from it Lex. Lemme show you, ma." He said as he lowered his mouth onto her left nipple.

"Fez..." She breathed out, the contact causing her to shiver with pleasure.

His hand reached over to gently knead her other boob.

"Oh..." Lexi moaned out.

Fez felt the wet fabric of her panties on his boxers start to soak through, making him groan.

He switched sides and sucked her right nipple and kneaded the other boob with his hand.

"Fezco!" Lexi cried out as his tongue circled around her nipple. She arched her back a bit which caused her wetness to rub against his crotch, making them both moan at the friction.

Fez let Lexi's nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying popping noise as he gently grabbed her hips, sliding her against him... rocking her back and forth.

"Shit... ma... you're fucking soaked ain't you?"

"Yes... Fez... I need..."

"Shhh. I gotchu baby. Lay on your back."

"But... I wanna take care of you..."

"You can do that, but I gotta take care of my wife first." He insisted.

She nodded as she laid down on her back, spreading her legs.

"What are you about to do Mr. O'Neill?" She asked teasingly as he leaned down, his face near her wet panties.

"Have some extra dessert. Imma eat you out." He replied.

He then slowly took her panties off of her and marveled at the sight of her wet womanhood in front of him.

"Goddamn..." He said in awe as he threw her panties to the side.

He leaned upwards to her face, kissing her lips before he trailed sweet kisses down her breasts, to her stomach and down to her wet core. He lapped at her clit with his tongue slowly, gazing up at her the entire time, watching her breathing heavily and moaning as he continued licking her, his tongue traveling to her wet opening and slightly dipping into it.

"Fezco..." She moaned.

He loved hearing his whole name fall from her lips, he especially loved hearing her moan his name.

He moved her legs so they rested upon his strong bare shoulders as he continued eating her out, his stubble slightly tickling her.

"Please Fez..." She said between a slight laugh and a moan.

"Please what baby?" He asked huskily as he started slowly fingering her, rubbing her clit in slow circles before gently easing his digits inside of her.

"Please... I wanna touch you too." She whimpered.

"Alright, I'll let you touch me in a second baby. I want you to cum for me first Lex." He said as he lowered his mouth back to her wetness, his mouth covered in her arousal after he removed his fingers. He started to lap at her bundle of nerves with a little bit more aggression than before, he was very focused on his wife having an orgasm.

"Fez... Oh my god! Fez!" Lexi cried out as she felt heat build up in her core as her palm found the back of his head, pushing his mouth further into her.

Fez grunted in response as he kept licking and sucking her pussy, feeling her start to tighten as she threw her head back, arched her back and came.

"Fezco!" She moaned as her legs shook as she had her orgasm.

He kept his mouth on her until her orgasm was over before he gave her one last teasing lick. He slowly kissed his way back up from her pussy, to her stomach, to her breasts, to her neck and finally to her lips.

She breathlessly kissed him back, her hands roaming his back before going to his arms, his stomach then down to his crotch where she palmed his erection through his boxers.

He moaned into her mouth.

Lexi's fingertips then went to the waistband of his boxers before she gazed at him, breaking the kiss.

"Can I, Fez?" She asked.

"Knock yourself out, ma." He said.

He sat back against the headboard and helped her pull his boxers down.

When she saw his cock, she gasped. He was huge in every sense of the word.

"Do you... like whatchu see?" He asked sheepishly.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I do! You look perfect, from head to toe Fez. And... you're... you're... big." She said as she gazed at his erect length in awe before gazing into his eyes with admiration.

"Um... how do I-"

"I'll teach you." Fez said huskily with a sensual gaze.

Lexi nodded as she leaned her face towards his cock.

"You gotta wrap your hand around the base first. Not too tight but not too loose either." He instructed.

She was hesitant at first but she wrapped her right hand around the base of his cock.

"Great. Now you gotta hollow out your cheeks like you're taking a gasp of air, and close your mouth around the tip. From there you're gonna suck it like a lollipop or a popsicle... just try not to use your teeth though baby... teeth and cocks don't mix." He instructed further.

She nodded before gazing up at him as she started trying to suck his cock.

She was clumsy at it, but he knew that it was her first time, she was trying her best and that was all that mattered. Besides, it wasn't like he necessarily needed her to blow him anyways since he was already rock hard. But she'd insisted, and he couldn't bring himself to say no to her.

Lexi managed to get the hang of it a bit more and she used her tongue to swirl it around his tip, causing him to moan as he threw his head back at the feeling.

Lexi saw him react pleasurably and continued doing the same thing, swirling her tongue around his tip. He bucked his hips slightly and she kept sucking him before he slightly came back to his senses.

"Fuck! Lexi... I want you to lay on your back for me baby." He said breathlessly.

She took his cock out of her mouth and let go of it and gazed at him.

"Did I... do good?"

"Oh baby you did better than good, you were fucking fantastic. But, I don't wanna cum in your mouth, ma."

She laid down on her back, looking up at him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"We didn't discuss it yet but... how many kids do you want?"

He briefly thought about it before answering.

"Three. You?"

"I think you're the mind reader." Lexi teased.

"I want three too." She added.

"Shit! That's really cool! I'm not expecting us to make a baby tonight though Lex."

"I know, but... maybe we could try on our honeymoon?" Lexi asked.

Fez smiled at her, his gaze on her.

"You... wanna have my babies Lexi?"

"Yeah."

He was touched by what she had said. No woman had ever really wanted him in that way before.

"Well ma, we're gonna need to practice..."

He thrust his cock against her wet pussy, causing her to moan.

"And practice..." He continued.

His thick cock was now teasing her entrance. Lexi shuddered from pleasure.

"And practice..." He rubbed her clit with his cock making her whimper.

"And practice... since y'know, practice makes perfect and all that." He finished before slowly sliding the tip of his cock into her entrance.

Lexi threw her head back into the pillows, moaning.

He slowly eased himself into her a bit further, she could feel every inch of him inside of her.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you, I'll pull out." He said.

Lexi panted a bit as she nodded.

He put her knees over his shoulders for better access as he leaned down, kissing her as he pushed the rest of himself inside of her until he was balls deep.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out as she broke the kiss, panting a bit at the foreign feeling of him inside of her.

It was a tiny bit painful but the full feeling of him stretching her pussy out felt strange yet... oddly pleasing.

"You good ma?" He asked with a look of concern.

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure you just... took my virginity." Lexi said with a giggle.

"Oh baby, I haven't even started yet. I still gotta move. Are you sure you're good? And... when I cum where do you want it?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm alright Fez. Please move, I wanna know what it feels like when you move. I... I want it inside me." Lexi whimpered as her hand went to his upper arm.

He lowered himself down further in order to kiss her as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Oh..." Lexi panted a bit as the foreign feelings started to subside a bit and pleasure began to take over.

Fez soon got into a bit of a rhythm with his thrusts. As soon as that happened, Lexi wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Shit... you feel so fucking good baby." He groaned.

"Fez! Faster... please?" She begged.

"You got it, ma."

His thrusts got harder and faster, he started to pound into his wife now, causing her moans and cries to reach a higher pitch than before as he hit a certain spot within her.

"Fezco! Oh right there!" Lexi cried out.

"Fuck! Right there, Lex?" He asked teasingly as his thrusts slowed just to tease her further.

"Fez! Don't stop! Ooh please don't stop!" Lexi whined as she flexed her foot against his bare ass.

"Oh baby I'm not gonna stop... shit!" Fez cried out as he picked the pace again and pounded into her relentlessly.

Her arms were wrapped around him, her hands engulfed in the sweat on his back before her left hand found the back of his head while he buried his face into her neck. She moaned into his ear louder than before which only made him pound her with a carnal energy as he moaned a deep and guttural moan.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other mingled with their moans and cries as the sound of the bed creaking only managed to turn them on more and reach the pinnacle of their release together.

"Fezco! I think I'm-!"

"Fuck! Lexi! Me too! Shit! Cum with me baby!"

Her back arched and she threw her head back screaming in pleasure as Fez took one of her nipples into his mouth before crying out in ecstasy himself as he felt his balls contract as he emptied his seed into Lexi with a few more thrusts as he grunted and groaned loudly.

She laid there, a sweaty mess and he briefly collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside of her, her sweat covered boobs against his sweaty chest as they tried to catch their breath.

He rolled off of her, pulling out which caused them both to moan and he pulled the blankets up on the both of them before reaching to turn the light off. He held her in his arms and she kissed him in the dark.

"Fez... that was... absolutely fucking amazing." Lexi said before giving him a thankful grin.

"I'm glad you liked it baby." He said before kissing her back.

"When can we... do it again?" She asked.

He chuckled before peeking under the blankets and looking at his flaccid cock before gazing at his wife.

"Give me a few hours, ma. Then I'll rock your world all over again."

Lexi laughed.

"And by the way, what song do you like to listen to when you get that urge?" Fez asked her.

Lexi looked up at the ceiling briefly in thought before answering her husband's question.

"Love to Love You Baby by Donna Summer. Or literally any of Donna Summer's songs." Lexi replied.

"Ooh, that's a great answer! Shit, you got better taste in vinyls than me."

They both shared a laugh, and basked in the afterglow of their first time as husband and wife before sleep overtook them for the night... after all, they needed their rest... an interesting luncheon for the organization was to take place the next day...

#fexi #my fic #fexi fic #fexi euphoria #euphoria #fexi fanfic #uthdth #fexi hive #read the warnings

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iminye · 3 months ago

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I was tagged by @yellow-faerie! Thank you for the tag Fae!

I have chosen to go with my boy Carmahtan, who is Nerdanel’s older brother and after her essentially Feanor’s best friend during the early years in Valinor and up to the whole, Feanor-threatens-Fingolfin-with-a-sword-situation.

What is their biggest regret, and why?

Carmahtan’s biggest regret is definitely not listening to the bad feeling in his stomach when Feanor first approached him with his idea to create the Silmaril, as well as for lending a helping hand in their creation. While he was not involved in the physical process of making them, he has contributed a lot of mental input to it. What happened because of him not listening to his feelings, and being persuaded by Feanor’s enthusiasm, haunts him into his dreams. I mentioned it before, but if he were to ever encounter one of the Silmaril again, he would bury it somewhere, not mention it to anyone and go on with his life. In his opinion it would be best if these stones would have neer existed. So yeah, the Silmarils are, in a way, his biggest regret because they tore apart and drove his family and his people into doom.

Do they have a craft? When and where did they learn it, and from who, and why?

Carmahtan is one of the best jewelry smiths in all of Aman, or at least he used to be. After the Noldor fled, he retreated to a house far from Tirion and handed over the smith's guild he and Feanor had founded to one of their few remaining apprentices. He hasn't touched his blacksmithing tools in a long time and instead tries to acquire some skill in gardening - it seems the only flowers that don't wither under his hands are Simbelmynë, of all things. Apart from that, he is quite a capable sculptor, but neither with wood nor stone can he match his sister's skills. His smithing he learned from his father and for a time from Aule personally, because he likes working metal with his hands and he especially liked working metal and gems into fine jewelery. He makes the wedding headdresses for Nerdanel and Feanor. He learned sculpting from Nerdanel, as a sibling bonding activity - and later also alongside Maedhros. As a gardener he is mostly self-taught, which might explain the lack of success.

How do they sleep? Is it restful, or full of nightmares? Do they only sleep in short bursts or are they the sort to sleep deeply all night?

I don't think he sleeps particularly restfully, mainly because, as mentioned earlier, regret haunts his dreams, but also because he never quite gets used to Telperion's absence. He sleeps best when the moon is full, because that is when the silver light is strongest. During the other moon phases, he only gets a handful of hours of sleep at a time. His sister-in-law, a follower of the Este, regularly brings him a special healing tea (more likely a sleep drug) so that he can at least get some rest. During the War of Wrath, he suffers from repeated nightmares of unknown origin, which at times become so bad that he temporarily moves to Lórien in the hope of getting help there... with little success. They only stop when the war is over.

My questions are:

What is one of your OCs' favourite childhood memories and why? Do they think about it often?

How would your OC react if they met someone better than them (job, hobby, ability, etc.)? Would they be jealous or excited?

Does your OC own pets or did they have pets at some point? If not, what kind of pet would they like to own one day and why?

Not tagging anyone because I literally cannot think of any people. Feel free to use the qestions tho! And please tag me if you do!

#oc carmahtan #tagged

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marlasomething · 1 year ago

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(my) Mag a Week Special Feature: Stalking Fluff

Hello there!

Here is the thing: I participated in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened. But, then, I thought...what if I made some special features for when each season finishes? And then the mid-seasons breaks came and I thought...YEAH, THOSE TWO, VERY SHORT FLUFFY-ESQUE FICS! Then, time happened so I am doing them NOW. Also: fluffly is with MY PERCEPTION OF FLUFFY.

For season four break I've gotten Basira as main character and as a The Beholding avatar.

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: discussions about police's attitude, swearing, questionable morality, hints of stalking

Also on AO3!

Of all the doomed destinies a former policeperson could face, becoming an avatar of The Beholding was a quite mild one. It still didn’t say much good about your own personality, nor the situations you had had to face or your response to them, but at least gave you a slightly bigger credit than being chosen by The Hunt, or The Curruption. After all, there were very few things that say lesser of you than being so self-righteous violent you become a literal abusive monster, or so crooked your own body start to show the corruption you display on a daily basis.

Of course, when Basira had first realised the hunger and weakness she was feeling could no longer be attributed to regular sleep deprivation and the barely nutritious diet she could maintain while being on long cases, that always meant even longer stakeouts, she hadn’t know she was kind of lucky.

Or not as terrible of a person as sometimes a little voice in the back of her head told her she was being. For enabling Daisy’s tendencies, for accepting the more than questionable politics of her superiors, for self-justifying the tactics she herself used.

When she realised this, she did the thing she would have never thought herself capable of: she tried to blow her brains out.

In all honestly, her patron didn’t care that much about the one that would come to be known as The Detective enough to prevent her from committing suicide. However, a man once known as Jonah Magnus, currently operating under the name of Elias Bouchard, and his frenemie Melanie King saw the dying body and chose to save her.

Basira didn’t want to be a hero; she just wanted to rest in peace. To stop harming, but also to be able to deny she had even harm anyone in the first place (she was way too thorough to do so while still alive).

Still, Elias’ story, the once great villain turned into unwilling anti-hero due to someone putting into perspective all his more than questionable centuries worth of murder actions, compelled her.

Gertrude Robinson had begun wanting to help, and lost herself in the process. “The Law is the Law” as Inspector Javert from Les Miserables would have said, and it didn’t matter how that was accomplished. She had cared so little for the collateral damages than even Jonah had begun to wonder about his politics .

Basira only put two conditions to help them: to save her former partner (the person she loved most in the world) from herself and to wait for Robinson to burn The UK Police as an institution to the ground before acting against her (the woman was right about certain things, after all).

She would never knew whether she was granted those conditions due to a mutual understanding of where she was coming from, or just because she had retained enough intimidation skills when she left The Force; but the point was, she got what she wanted and now their world was still dark and twisted.

Just, a little bit fairer.

Basira ordered a dark coffee and an extra sweet cappuccino and bit her tongue before asking how had been the day of the baker-bartender of her favourite coffee shop. After all, Martin was too much of a sweetheart to be forced to relive his past traumas.

She thought that, in other context, she couldn’t have handled certain aspects of the man’s personality with enough tact, but as an acquaintance with whom to exchange books, the company was more than welcome.

She smiled as the towering, yet not menacing at all, figure and went back to the desk she was sharing with Elias (who had definitively buried Jonah along the way).

“So…what now, Archivist? Back with your ex? World domination?” he shrugged.

“Actually, I believe I have grown quite fond of this planet as it is…so partial UK domination would be more than enough for now and about the other question I am willing to answer…now, how is comfortable with her title now Detective ?” he smirked and, hadn’t she knew this man was gayer than Oscar Wilde, she could have taken his tone as a completely flirtatious one.

She just shipped; made sure Melanie was still coming on her phone and rolled her eyes.

As much as she hated to admit it, Elias was right. She was still playing for the bad guys (even if undeniably less bad than the ones she used to earn a salary from), but she felt comfortable.

For the first time in her entire life, she was comfortable.

Detective Basira had a long life ahead of her; she just hoped it never came to gorging eyes.

#magnuspod #a mag a day #a mag a week #tma #the magnus archives #alternate universe #the beholding #beholding avatar basira hussain #elias bouchard #melanie king #martin blackwood #writing #fantasy #the hunt

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base0h · 2 years ago

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Hcs or scenario of Law falling for someone that is exactly like luffy pls & thank u 🙏💕

a/n - omg Luffy gives Law so much stress and anxiety lmao it’d be funny if he had an s/o like that too 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, law having crippling stress and anxiety, I put Luffy in here for no reason 💀

“You’re just like him.”

- It’s no wonder you’re best friends with Luffy-

- you two are so similar it’s crazy

- Luffy’s “friend” suffers from crippling anxiety and stress because of his shenanigans

- But with you, he can KIND OF tolerate you

- he doesn’t know why-

- dw you still give him anxiety 👍

- one (out of the many dumbass moments you’ve had) time you accidentally fell into the super tiny gap between your bed and the wall

- (I did this at 1 in the morning last night 💀)

- You didn’t even know how you fit in there, but the problem was that your limbs were all tangled in the weirdest positions ever

- and my god it hurt

- you managed to call Law since he usually saved your ass when stuff like this happened

- you were practically sounding like you were going to cry over the phone

- So Law immediately ran towards your home, banging down the door and running up the stairs as fast as he could

- He was having a mini heart attack- what if something was really wrong?!

- when he found you, he had the most dead-pan “you’re a dumbass” expression on his face

- mf just started to walk away at that point he’s done- 💀

- “WAIT LAW- PLEASE THIS REALLY HURTS-!”

- he struggled to pull you out since you were literally wedged in the crevice 🗿

- He had to lean all the way back, using his body weight before you finally slipped out

- You managed to fall straight on top of him, and law tried to hide his blushing cheeks 😭

- “get off me y/n.”

- You always had some kind of new scrape or bruise from being clumsy, so Law tried to fix every single thing on you

- he also lectures you 24/7 while knowing you don’t listen to shit he says 💀

- Man wants you to be safe, and worries about you a lot lmao

- also this is just a really dumb moment you had with your bestie Luffy

- you both decided it’d be so fun to try and swim in the ocean during the weekend

- (you both have devil fruit abilities)

- yeah. Guess how that went?

- Mhm. You drowned.

- FORTUNATELY- everyone else decided to tag along, and Law almost immediately saw you both drowning

- emo man can’t swim 🗿 so what’s he gonna do

- yea. PANIC (and shove people in to save you)

- Bitch literally shoved Zoro into the water to save you

- He also shoved in the simp love cook

- When Sanji came back with you in his arms, Law immediately performed a checkup on you, making sure you were breathing and everything

- (Zoro just stepped on Luffy, pushing the water out of his balloon stomach 💀)

——— >

- Yes, there was a rainbow ✨🌈

- Law was shouting at you for about 45 minutes 😭

- you give this man so much fucking stress and he doesn’t even know why he likes you so much

- he just- does

- He could yell at you over and over again and never get tired of you 🥺

- but still his anxiety got 10x worse once he met you 🗿

- pls stop giving him minor heart attacks

- I don’t think his body can take it anymore 💀

- ALSO- for the scenario, I think that both you and Luffy would be the worst drivers of the year so- yep 👌

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Scenario - “You’re going to be the death of me….” 💀

(This is a modern scenario :)

Law was silently reading a book, laying on the couch, happily enjoying the peace and quiet in his room. The book was interesting to him, it was one of his favorite comic books after all. Everything was great, it was peaceful, calm, and quiet. Until he heard tires screech outside. He almost threw his book in the air from being spooked like that. He opened the blinds of his room, and he saw you standing outside and waving your arms at his window. You were standing next to a quite- beat up car.. He sighed heavily, looks like his quiet moment was over before it even began.. He reluctantly opened the door, walking outside to meet your smiling face. “Y/n-ya, what are you doing with a car..?” He asked with a tired and confused expression. “I thought we could take it for a drive! Luffy said I’m a good driver.” You said pridefully, smiling up at him brightly. He knew he’d regret his decision.. But how could he say know to that sunshine of a smile you had? “Fine.” He replied quietly, getting into the passenger seat. You looked so happy and excited to show Law your “decent” driving skills.

Hopping into the drivers seat, you made Law had his seatbelt on first! That’s the first thing you learned- “safety first” right? Law sighed, buckling your seatbelt for you, “You have to put on a seatbelt..” He grumbled with an irritated tone. “Whoops.” You replied with a giggle, getting your hands on the wheel with determination and excitement in your eyes. It was almost as if you were sparkling with anticipation. Law found it cute, seeing how excited and determined you were to show him your driving skills.. But he was also holding onto his seatbelt for his life, making sure he wouldn’t fall out of the seat if anything were to happen. “Ok! Ready…? Set. GO!” You said, pressing on the gas pedal with most of your weight. The car wouldn’t move, and you looked so disappointed. Law almost started laughing, “Why won’t it go?!” You shouted, looking around, and tapping different buttons on the car. Law saw your keys sitting on the dashboard, and he sighed with a laugh at how panicked you looked. He grabbed them and started the car engine with the keys, “OHHHHHHH-!” You said with amazed eyes. “Thanks Law!” You shouted happily, now pushing your weight on the gas pedal.

But wait… Why was everything outside of the car moving in front of you? Wait a damn minute. “Y/N-YA YOU’RE ON REVERSE-!” Law yelled, looking behind at the nearing wall that you were about to crash into. “WHAT?!” You screamed, immediately shifting the car out of reverse. You slammed your foot on the brakes, and Law’s head whipped forward with the sudden movement. It made him dizzy, and he almost saw his life flash before his eyes. “Ok… Phew that was kind close haha!” You laughed, wiping the sweat off your forehead with relief. “Y/n. We could’ve fucking died.” He said, grabbing you by your shoulders with wide eyes. “Sorry-!” You replied, stepping on the gas pedal, making Law fly back into his seat. Law’s eyes were wide with worry and anxiety, his body was shaking with stress. “WHOOO HOOOOO!” You screamed excitedly, taking your hands off the wheel and waving them in the air. “HANDS ON THE WHEEL-!” He yelled, slamming your hands back on the steering wheel. You swerved around approaching cars, almost barely escaping a car crash everytime you passed someone. Law reached up, trying to find the hand rest on the side of the door. But it wasn’t there, he fumbled around, trying to frantically grab onto something. “Y/n-ya where’s the hand rest?!” He shouted, clearly panicking. “It broke off last time I crashed!” You replied rather light heartedly. “Last time you wh-?!” He started to shout before you sharply turned to the right, making Law fly around in his seat. The seatbelt almost did nothing for him- but at least there was something keeping him alive. You laughed happily, continuing to speed rather quickly down the roads. “Law isn’t this fun?!” You shouted, looking towards him. Law looked absolutely petrified, he looked like a cat who was desperately clinging onto the door handle for his life.

When he looked forward again, he saw the familiar faces of his friends. Luffy and Zoro were walking across the street, talking and obviously not paying attention. “Y/N STOP STOP STOP-!” He yelled, grabbing your arm tightly. You looked forward and screamed, slamming your hand on the horn. Zoro yelped, looking at the approaching car as he jumped out of the way as fast as he could. Luffy was confused, “Huh?? What are you doing Zoro?!” Luffy shouted, staring at him with a dazed expression. “LUFFY MOVE YOUR ASS!” He yelled, running towards him to try and move him out of the way. You instantly slammed your foot on the brakes, the car skidding as it slowed down. You were going so fast that it was hard for the tires to grab the ground. Law closed his eyes, it was embarrassing how petrified he looked. You cling onto him, wrapping your arms around him tightly while screaming and trying to shove more weight onto the brake pedal. You both closed your eyes, hugging each other and just praying that Luffy would either move, or the car would stop in time. Once you both felt the car stop, you slowly opened your eyes, and to your surprise, Luffy was still standing there. “Huh? OH Y/N HI!” He shouted, jumping up and down while waving his arms excitedly. Law was shaking, his fists clenched so tightly his fingers were turning purple. “You… Are going to be the death of me, y/n.” He said slowly, looking at you with a tired and petrified expression. “Hehe- don’t worry! I won’t let you die!” You replied with a smile. “I MEAN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S GOING TO KILL ME IDIOT!”

a/n - I love law 😭 and this was the goofiest thing I’ve written today I loved it sm ty for the request anon >:)

#trafalgar d water law #one piece hcs #law x reader #one piece #law one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #luffy one piece #law x y/n #law x you #law headcanons #straw hat pirates #worst generation

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momowho34 · 4 years ago

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Here are some jewish myths you might still believe!!!!

(Pls read and reblog I’m tired of people echoing shit like this)

Jesus was not a rabbi. He lived a hundred years before rabbinic judaism even started to develop. Please stop saying this as if it lends him credence in our religion, because no. It doesn’t.

Yeah, Jesus was jewish, but he also rejected mainstream Judaism and hated it. Stop pretending he means anything to us. Idk if you guys have even read your own books, Matthew is like 60% about how the Pharisees are bad and wrong and evil for sticking to the traditions that have kept them alive for 100s of years. It’s also, y’know, historically inaccurate to the actual behavior of the Pharisees in that time period. Seriously man he is not ours and means nothing to us, keep your Jesus and stop trying to shoehorn him into judaism.

Our god is not yours “minus the Jesus.” In trinity terms; divide the Holy Spirit by the Father and then subtract the Son and that is a bare bones grasp of what god appears as for Jews.

Jews are not white as a whole. Are there white Jews? Yes. Are there jews who are literally every other skin tone? Also yes!! We are all over the place. India, numerous Middle Eastern countries, Morocco, Spain, and a lot more I can’t be bothered to list. You are actively hurting poc jews by pretending that all jews are European, holy shit stop doing that please!!! Most white jewish people are Ashkenazi, which is just one type of judaism.

Actually, the historical relationship between Jews and Muslims is a lot more complicated then you think it is. Sometimes we got along, sometimes we didn’t. Some would argue that Jews were treated better by Islamic caliphates in the Middle Ages then they were by Christian kingdoms. Stop trying to pretend we are and have always been “arch nemeses” or some fucking bullshit (that would be the Amalekites for us, actually, and not the Muslims) Also we’re honestly more similar to them when it comes to traditions then christians so like take that into account thanks

Hey guys listen to Romani when they talk about the Holocaust too!!!!! Please, they have a different experience/perspective and deserve to have their voices heard. Don’t pretend they don’t exist and that it didn’t effect them because uh.... it did. To a degree that I don’t think I can properly explain. Do not overlook them and then pretend it’s just because ur a “jewish ally” or whatever the fuck.

Stop pretending that we’re the same as Christianity. We aren’t. Stop stop stop holy shit stop. That’s not how any of this works at all. Christianity is so so so different, it takes like a handful of jewish beliefs and runs with them. Christianity is its own thing and so is Judaism, stoppp.

Not all Jews are zionists. some are explicitly anti-zionists. Not all zionists are anti-Semitic, but some of them are. Basically, jews aren’t inherently zionists and anti-Zionism isn’t inherently antisemitic. That being said, some people do use anti-Zionism as a cover for their anti-semitism. Watch out for those people, they’re not that hard to spot. That’s all I’m going to say about that, don’t want to start on this issue because it isn’t what this list is about.

Jews never actually lived by the literal laws of the Torah. We did not stone people. There is no archeological evidence of that and actually more evidence pointing to the opposite. jewish communities actually held capital punishment as being inherently immoral and was very very very rarely used in some communities. Understand that. Don’t ever say shit like “but the Jews used to live by the Bible too, and they stoned gay people!!!” No. No we didn’t. Ever. Nobody did that in ancient times.

Guess what, jews are not rich or greedy! what the fuck are you talking about??? Quit it please. This stereotype has literally been used since the Middle Ages to alienate Jews as a more privileged “other” that deserve their prosecution. Stop stop please stop, please!!!!! People actually believe this shit and commit hate crimes, stop, even as a sarcastic joke.

The Old Testament is not the same as the Torah/Tanakh. It’s just not? For one thing, the Old Testament is a translation of a cut down version of a translation of a different modified version, so no. Not the same. Also the books are ordered differently and the sections are mixed up.

God does not abandon the Jews in the Tanakh or the Old Testament for that matter. It’s like... sort of implicated to happen between the two testaments in Christianity. The Old Testament basically structured the books non-chronologically so that the last one would be Malachi because his prophecies are supposed to echo Jesus. We end the Tanakh on Nehemiah, and there is no “New Testament” for us because there’s only one and it ends at the end of the story.

Antisemitism is definitely still a thing. I don’t know who the fuck told you about this one? The Jews got treated like shit after the holocaust, and some of the few survivors 70 years later got reparations so now everybody’s acting like antisemitism doesn’t exist. It does. It really, really fucking does. Please listen to us.

Holocaust denial isn’t “a fringe conspiracy theory,” it’s genuinely awful and dangerous and hurts real people. I’m serious about this one, holocaust denial (and any genocide denial for that matter, whether it’s talking about the Armenian genocide or Holdomer or any others) is legit dangerous. Pay attention to it and have 0% tolerance for that shit

You are allowed to be invited to a jewish event if you’re not jewish! We literally do not care. Respectfully participating in traditions if you’re invited to is fine! The issue is when people take a jewish tradition and twist it into something for them. That’s a no-no, but getting invited to a seder/bar mitzvah/bris is fine. just show respect to traditions you see, even if you don’t entirely understand them. Do that and you’ll be fine.

Jews are a ridiculously diverse group of people with a lot of different beliefs! We all have vastly different ideas of fucking everything from god to the purpose of pomegranates (not a joke). Accept that we think differently form eachother and aren’t a monolith please

These are all the ones I could think of lol, jewish friends add more if you can think of some. Ok and encouraged to reblog for everyone.

#jews and judaism #judaism #jewish #jews #antisemitism #antisemites #christanity #not a shitpost #ok to reblog #ok to rebagel #xtianity #xtian #be respectful in the notes pls #it’s cool if you didn’t know this stuff before I was surprised at how many ppl didn’t #keep it in mind now though #common myths #myths and facts #pls reblog

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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years ago

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After having a shitty day at work my one remaining brain cell decided to start continuing on w your villain hcs for our favorite murder ladies. Maybe Kassandra would be Deimos in this situation or an extremely bloodthirsty and law breaking mercenary, Eivor either an Order member or a brutal warlord? and I can't think of anything for Soma rn

Love me some evil murder ladies and thinking about all of the bad things they could and would do for me bc they love me 🥺

That and a mechanic au bc I have to take my car to an auto shop to get it fixed and like women fixing cars? Attractive and I would gladly listen to them explain literally anything about a car

Murder ladies best ladies 🥺

Yeah personally I can never picture Kassandra as Deimos, because that would imply Alexios is the Eagle-Bearer and he gives me the biggest ick conceivable. He doesn't deserve that title. Stinky.

So let's talk irredeemably evil women who care about one person and that's you 🥰 Minors don't even think about touching the cut

(it should be said that there is a lot of violence under the cut - torture, disembowelment, scalping in slight detail - and of course it isn’t healthy knowingly taking an evil woman for a lover, not that it would stop us lmaooo. but please read at your own discretion)

Kassandra:

The most feared mercenary in Greece. She excels at what she does, but she enjoys the bloodier contracts a lot more than what’s healthy. The sounds of snapping bones and the squelch of a blade cutting through flesh bring a smile to her face. Her crew aboard the Adrestia fears her, and the shadier figures around the country struggle to sleep with the looming possibility of waking to her spear.

The only exemption from her depravity is you: you’re the brightest ray of light in Kassandra’s life. Her blood-money ensures you can live safely and comfortably without ever having to lift a finger. A part of her wants to stow you away in a cosy palace on an island so you would never have to witness the atrocities she commits, but you’d both miss each other terribly. Instead, she has a small house on every island for when you aren’t sailing.

But with her notoriety comes enemies. People want her dead, but are too afraid to instigate a hit on her. Anyone who tried didn’t live long enough to tell the tale. So one day, a corrupt man with far too much money and influence thought it wise to lure Kassandra into a trap. He hired a group to kidnap her one weakness, tying you up in a dingy cave, instructing messengers to leave subtle clues on your whereabouts. With a harsh grip on your hair, he promised that if she didn’t show up soon, he’d start hurting you. The array of tools atop a nearby boulder told you all you needed to know about his candour.

Oh, she showed up alright.

Kassandra is a smart woman. Any soul guarding the entrance to the cave was snuffed out before they could blink. They died far too swiftly for her liking, but your safety was her priority. When she found you in the cave, tears streaming down your cheeks with the conspirer’s knife grazing your skin, the final tether of her patience snapped. She shot his hand with her bow, then his knee, before slicing the heels of every other guard and binding their wrists. With them incapacitated, she turned her full attention back to the man about to hurt you, stabbing him over and over and over and over until his blood drenched her face.

When the - now rather literal - red mist dissipated, she didn’t waste a second before enveloping you in her arms, stroking your hair and kissing your temple firmly, whispering how worried she was and urgently asking if they hurt you in any way, tears pricking the corners of her eyes because she was scared. After checking you over, kissing you one or two or a dozen more times, she scooped you up and carried you back to her ship, lying you down and staying with you while you got some food in your belly, not quite ready to leave you alone. She orders her crew to lug the immobile guards back to her ship.

That night, Tartarus is unleashed upon the deck of the Adrestia. She took her time torturing the men who tried to harm you in a plethora of ways for her own amusement until they were crying in puddles of their own blood and piss.

Their wails of agony woke you from your light slumber. It was a cold night and Kassandra didn’t come to bed with you, so you woke up uneasy, still shaken from the incident and unable to feel safe without your misthios’ protective embrace. You knew she didn’t like to be disturbed when “working”, but you needed her.

The moment you asked in your sweet, slightly frightened voice for her to come to bed with you, she dropped her weapon. You never had to explain yourself to her; you shared a soul, you being the good and her being the bad. Her current subject had his neck snapped - the most mercy she had shown anyone all year, really. And as she held you in the captain’s quarters, listening to your soft breathing, she swore she would double the pain she inflicted on those men for disturbing your peace with their incessant crying.

Eivor:

Oh, cruel warlord Eivor. The chieftain who raids with the drengir of her clan not for supplies for her settlement, but to hurt, to burn, to ravage people of their possessions and to hurt again. Her rule was that people had the chance to flee, and she and her men would respect their choice, but if anybody crossed her, they died.

Her title of the “Scourge of Mercia” wasn’t earned through the eradication of false kings. No, no, she purged the kingdom of anybody who dared stake a claim to a crown or sizeable plot of land, and thrived in the aftermath: a chaos-ridden, kingless land. She did debate taking the title of King for herself, but thought better of it; with kingship came taxes and politics, which left less time for raiding. Eivor liked to have fun, after all.

But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have a queen. You were a princess, the stepdaughter of one of the “kings” she loathed particularly, about to be married off to some undeserving man. Eivor was smitten the second she laid eyes on you, when she was scouting your stepfather’s keep for infiltration points - your castle was well-fortified, and she wasn’t a fool, she would seize the land with as few casualties on her side as possible - and pledged to save you from your miserable fate. She courted you properly, not incapable of nobility herself, and swore to whisk you away before you were married. You fell for her alarmingly fast, even though she was a terrifying Pagan who you were raised in fear of. But nobody had made you feel loved before.

She stormed the castle on your wedding day. It was nothing short of a bloodbath, the decorative petals on the ground stained crimson with entrails scattered between them. You were crying at the altar, not out of fear, but because you thought Eivor had broken her promise and was about to desert you, leaving you to be married off. Gods, her heart shattered then and there. She dislodged her axe from somebody’s skull and ran to kiss you, ripping off your veil, reassuring you that she would never abandon you, that if you’d still have her she would make you so, so happy. Her men had never seen her so soft. They knew then and there that you were special and not to be trifled with.

As she carried you away from the carnage, she ordered her men to gather the blood of the castle army. She had Gunnar forge a necklace from the iron in the blood and weld a pendant to the centre: a hollow crystal that she filled with her own blood, so that she would always be close to your heart. When she asked you to marry her, she gave you the necklace. Your heart swelled, of course, but then your stomach dropped, thinking that you’d be expected to make yourself bleed for her in return. Eivor immediately put your nerves to rest, saying, “My sweet dove, for you to feel the slightest pain would pierce me like a knife. All I ask for is your love.”

But while she was sweet and tender with you, her foes outside of her clan (and the traitors within, moreover) were met with a sadist who tortured ruthlessly for her own entertainment. She preferred live targets to training dummies. She would read of a particularly creative method of torture or execution and be itching to try it. Her poems sung of the blood she spilled and the queen who knew nothing of her deplorable joys.

Well, sort of. You knew Eivor was well acquainted with torture, and assumed that the men she brutalised were holding incredibly important information. Not caring for details, you never asked what they did to be sobbing with dozens of carefully opened wounds. Raised a princess your whole life, you were terribly squeamish; upon witnessing your first Vikingr execution, you fainted at the sight. Eivor’s men caught you before you could hit the ground - they were like brothers to her, and wouldn’t risk you hitting your head. She paused the execution as soon as you were brought to her attention, leaving the traitor on the stand half-disembowelled, and carried you to bed, ensuring you were in the safe hands of the servants before resuming.

You mattered most. If there was an object your heart desired, you would get it. Growing up as royalty meant you rather fancied material possessions, which gave Eivor an excuse to raid, just to bring you beautiful jewellery and dresses and decorate your darling body with the spoils of war. She would take the pretty things by force if it came to it. Nobody, nothing, came in the way of seeing her wife smile.

Soma:

Conquest was never as important as kingdom to Soma. She cared deeply for Grantebridge...and that was it. The remainder of England lived as a collection of pawns for her to dispose of as she saw fit, and if a lord of some pathetic little shire thought to challenge her, she would send his people his head as a harsh reminder.

Her port thrived under her rule, and with a port comes trade. You were the handmaiden of an ostentatious merchant’s wife, abused and living in fear of her next command. Soma first saw you with a split lip, covered in bruises, trembling under the weight of her gaze, flinching the moment the woman opened her painted mouth. Her steel heart softened; she may have been nefarious, but the notion of forcing people into servitude made her blood boil.

The evening of your arrival, she managed to ease you out of the wretch’s grasp. She wrapped your quivering form in the bear’s fur draped across her shoulders as she cleaned your busted lip, asking how such a sweet little thing as yourself wound up in that old bitch’s hands. And you broke down, telling this stranger, who you knew hurt people, everything: how she beat you and broke your spirit with her words, and threatened to let her husband’s men do unspeakable things to you every time you misplaced so much as a strand of the hair she obsessed over.

Soma held you as you wept, infuriated by the words falling upon her ears. She offered you a new, free life, asking what your passions were, promising you the freedom to explore them without inhibition. She wanted to see the tender soul within you flourish, for a reason inexplicable to her.

That night, she told you to keep far away from the guest quarters where the merchant and your mistress slept. She gave you clean clothes and allowed you to sleep in her bed, where nobody would dare disturb your slumber - the first real bed you had slept on in a long time. Entering the guest bedchamber with a plan, she first took the eyes of the merchant - befitting of his apparent see-no-evil attitude - as to spare him from witnessing the wrath she was about to inflict upon his wife. She ripped the hair your mistress cared for so deeply from her skull, scalp and all, a feral glint in her eye as she sobbed in anguish. The couple, one blind and the other in blinding pain, were escorted to their ship during the night so the eyes of the town’s children would be spared.

You were kept awake by the sounds, and thought yourself diseased in the head for not being disturbed by her agonised screams. The Jarlskona would not want somebody so sick in her town, you thought, tears streaming down your cheeks. But Soma found you, apologising to you for her inconsideration. She embraced you as you were honest in your emotions, and she convinced you that you were the purest, loveliest soul to set foot in her town.

When Soma saw you sat bathed in the sun amidst a field of flowers, delicately weaving some into a crown, finally free from suffering, she was convinced you were a nymph who had wandered too far from the forest whence you came. You were the epitome of beauty, glowing in the sunlight. The gods had brought you to Grantebridge. She pledged to herself to take you as her bride. But you deserved to be treated with amity, so she courted you formally, never wanting to bring you discomfort. Birna and Lif joked that she had gone soft, to which she always grinned, but Galinn dared to speak against you, saying you were peasant blood and good for nothing but servitude. Her dagger shore open his throat faster than he could blink.

She now had one more reason to keep the port safe from plotters and bandits. Seeing you play with the town’s children, telling them Saxon tales of dragons and warlocks, lounging about the flowers and lending a hand whenever to help the port thrive filled her with more joy than bloodshed ever had. So she would annihilate those who threatened her town, torturing them for information on fellow conspirers, for your safety. But she would always wash her hands before caressing her darling, for you did not deserve to be tainted with the blood of filth.

( I could be persuaded to write smut snippets for each of the ladies with these depraved personas so do let me know if you would be interested <3 )

#tis unhinged hours my good bitches #so unhinged that i didn't proofread shit #murder murder ladies #❀ sugar and spice ❀#tw: blood #tw: gore #eivor x reader #soma x reader #kassandra x reader #eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #kassandra #kassandra of sparta #soma jarlskona #ac soma

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absolutepokemontrash · 4 years ago

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MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

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“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.”

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”

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justkending · 4 years ago

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Moral of the Story (Prologue)

Series Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, and a tragic heartbreaking divorce, the two now hold grudges for how the other handled the whole thing in the past. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all. (This summary will be shorter in other chapters. I just needed to get the full concept out there;)

A/N (repeat): So the other day while I was doing my hair (quite the process), I was playing music and the song Moral of the Story by Ashe came on. Mind you, I’ve heard this song hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I got a major story idea! Listening to the lyrics brought me to this new series. Of course, the lengthy summary above will give you an idea of what came to my brain, but I recommend you listen to the song still because it plays a big part in my thought process:) (Plus it’s a good song;) Enjoy and please do not hesitate to share your thoughts and comments with me! I love each and every single one<3

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1200+

Prologue:

"Melody, have the papers for the Bee's Knees company come in yet?"

"Uh, no. But I can call them again and see if they faxed it or sent over a physical copy though," Melody answered from her desk, already typing away to find the company.

"Perfect. We have a meeting with a recycling plant next week and I want to get everything set before we go in with them," Y/N nodded, coming out from her office with a file in her hands. She turned to her assistant at the front desk who was about 20 emails deep and already finding the issue. "Hey, you're not coming in tomorrow, right?"

"Um, no, no. I am. I rescheduled that date," she answered bashfully as if she had been caught in the act of something.

"Melody..." Y/N drug out, hand on her hip.

"What? I- He understood. He said he was fine moving it to Saturday," the young woman shrugged, never looking back at her boss that was clearly sending her a motherly stare.

"You're already over your 40 hours this week, and you've rescheduled with him, what? 3 times now?" Y/N moved to the front of the desk so the young brunette had to make eye contact with her.

"Yes," she answered hesitantly.

"Is it just nerves or something else?" Y/N smirked.

"I'm not nervous... It's just been a while since I've had time for a date."

"Two things about what you just said in the past minute. One, clearly this guy likes you because he's rescheduled with you this many times and hasn't called it off yet. So if you're nervous about it not going well on his end, I think you're safe," Y/N pointed a finger at her.

"But-," Melody started.

"Second," Y/N cut off with a raised eyebrow. "I'm giving you time to go on a date and you're still not taking it. Work is no longer an excuse."

Melody stopped avoiding eye contact and looked up at the Y/H/C hair woman leaning on her reception desk.

"You've been talking with my mom again, haven't you?" she sighed.

"I promised I'd take care of you. So yes, I have. And though her reasoning for you dating is because she wants grandbabies, I just want you to have fun and live your life. You're 22. Don't waste your young years being scared."

"Ugh, fine. I'll text him now and see if he's still available for tonight," she groaned.

"Perfect!" Y/N grinned in victory as she started to walk back to her office. "I expect the details in the morning," she winked before she walked in.

"Oh, Y/N!" Melody stopped her. "A message came for you while you were in that last meeting."

"Who from?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow, moving back to the desk.

"Uh, I don't really know. Didn't sound familiar, but here's the name and number they said to call back from," she answered, handing her a note.

Y/N took the small paper and looked it over. Her face dropped and her eyes widened.

"You ok? Is it someone you know?" the young assistant asked, noticing what looked like horror on her face.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, an old acquaintance of mine," Y/N tried to quickly brush off. "Um, I'm going to take this. Can you hold any calls and if anyone comes to talk, tell them to just email me?"

"Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll take care of it," Melody nodded.

"Thank you."

Rushing back to her office and quickly shutting her door, she raced to her phone. She read the business name again, not sure if she was dreaming or if it was a hallucination.

Nope. Hammer Attorney was written in Melody's perfect penmanship on the paper with a number that held an area code from New York. A place she never thought she would hear from again and from a town she hadn't visited in almost 10 years._________________

"Buck, did you tell Fury about getting those new water therapy machines?" Steve shouted from his room.

"We're at home, Steve. Why are we talking about work?" Bucky groaned as he slouched on the couch. A beer in hand and a documentary with I Survived stories playing in front of him.

Steve came in from around the corner looking down at his phone in hand before moving his eye line to his roommate.

"Because I just got a call from the night crew saying that the last one that was working, finally went out tonight while they were running it for some test," Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you would think that a facility run by a billionaire who literally makes his money on high-tech machines, wouldn't have to ask for those kinds of things," Bucky groaned, grabbing his own phone and going through emails. "Let me check to see if the email went through. He wasn't in office when I went to tell him."

As he was sorting through the hundreds of emails sent back and forth just this week alone, he found the reply message.

"Yeah, management confirmed it. They should be in by Saturday it looks like. Guess Stark was still working out the kinks to a new one and was waiting to send one our way until the last one died to get more time on his newest model."

Steve nodded before walking to the kitchen and typing Bucky's response to the other crew members.

"The man is always finding new ways to upgrade them before he can even send them to us."

Just as Bucky was about to throw his phone to the side again though, it started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he didn't recognize the unknown number. It was from in-state but in his hometown area of Brooklyn. He pinched his eyebrows together confused at the call, but answered it anyway, thinking it must be someone from home.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Mr. Barnes?" The other voice answered.

"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" he asked, sitting up a little and putting the beer on the end table.

"My name is Matthew Murdock. I work at Nelson and Murdock Law firm," he went on. Bucky shook his head not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Well, you may actually know us previously as Hammer Attorney. We recently just took over their business after some fraud issues."

Bucky's heart stopped. He knew what that name meant.

"I hate to inform you, but we were going through some of their old files. Ones we were informed could be incomplete or done completely incorrectly due to little care in the actual cases, but more so in taking the money."

"Incomplete cases?" Bucky said softly. His brain was still trying to wrap around the conversation.

"Yes, unfortunately, it looks like a lot of cases having to deal with divorces that the past owners handled, were done strictly in order to launder money. They weren't actually certified, nor trained in handling divorce settlements."

Bucky froze. Eyes wide. Mouth agape.

He stuttered out a response when the man on the other line didn't continue.

"A-And talking about incomplete divorce settlements, you called because..." Bucky knew. He needed to hear it out loud because if he didn't, it wasn't true. It couldn't be.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Barnes, but it looks as though you and your wife, Y/N Y/L/N or sorry, Y/N Barnes, are actually not divorced."

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

Moral of the Story Taglist:

@taylormobley @ximaginx @vicmc624

Marvel Tags:

@thejourneyneverendsx @death-unbecomes-you @heyiamthatbitch @lizzymacy555 @srrymydood @xa-dia @redhairedfeistynerd @morganclaire4 @connie326 @captain-asguard @mollygetssherlockcoffee @teenagedreams-bucky @shower-me-with-roses @pham-tastical

My Lovelies forever:

@natura1phenomenon @lauravicente @kakakatey @traceyaudette @notyourtypicalrose @laneygthememequeen @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @sandlee44 @thorne93 @thefaithfulwriter @essie1876 @greyeyedsmile14 @capsiclehan @xostephanie @averyrogers83 @awesomenursingstudent @gh0stgurl @cs-please @carls1022 @jjlevin @rainbowkisses31 @carls1022 @anise-d-castle6 @deannotmoose @their-bibliophile @kitkatd7 @willowbleedsonpaper @mariaenchanted @snffbeebee @couldabeenamermaid @rebekahdawkins @alyispunk

Bucky Barnes Tags:

@chloe-skywalker @charmedbysarge @jbarness @bellamy-barnes @katiaw2 @aikeia

#bucky barnes x reader au #bucky barnes highschool sweetheart #bucky barnes collge au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #justkending #new series #new marvel series #marvel au

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deliciousangelfestival · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader (?)

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

A/n :This #### will be used to explain the character’s past.

Warning : Grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language.

Somewhere in Brooklyn.

There’s a female who is taking a nap on the couch. Today’s activity kind of exhausts her because of last night and the unexpected event at the restaurant. She wants to take a nap first before having dinner. But after 10 minutes, her beautiful sleep got distracted.

“(Y/N) !!! (Y/N) !!!”

(Y/N) awakened up from her nap because of the smashing door. She rubbed her eyes with her backhand. When her eyes finally focused, she could see someone standing in front of her.

She lazily asked him, “What’s up, Bambi?”

“Don’t call me with that nickname.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because you have grown up. But Peter Parker, in my eyes, I will always remember the boy who cried asking me for ice cream.” She put on her smirk smile, her hands moving fast to mess up his hair.

He slapped her hand that made her giggle.

“It’s not like I hate you coming to my house? But what’s wrong with that pouted face Peter?”

Peter heavily sighed; this time, he threw his body to the couch. He crossed his arms and pouted.

“Aww, ~~ What's it, partner? If you keep sighing, you will get older.”

“Urgh,” Peter rests his head on her shoulder. “When can I have a job that doesn't relate to guns?”

"You can."

Peter lifts his head to get a look at her. "How?"

"Die first."

"Thanks (Y/N)."

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulder, "You can't get rid of it. It's already in your DNA."

She pinches Peter's cheeks. "Why do you sound sarcastic today?" Usually, every time he came into her house, she could see flowers behind him. Now the background changes into grumpy Squidward.

Peter’s face still on the pillow, he grumbles, "You shouldn’t come to my work today."

"Why not? I'm worried about you."

"Pietro has been asking me about you."

"He knew I'm related to you?" (Y/N) seems surprised.

Peter nodded. "He noticed on my first day."

"He's good."

"But today…. It's not only him." Peter grumbled.

(Y/N) still impressed about Pietro’s instinct, she didn’t hear Peter grumbled since he speaks to soft "What?"

He shook his head "Nothing."

"Are you going to have a sleepover?"

Peter has been living in his place since he graduates from university. Before he said anything (Y/N), grab his hand. "Please… I'm tired eating delivery also instant mac&cheeseeeee~."

Peter shook his head; who would even think a former assassin like (Y/N) could act like a child because of food.

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To explain the relationship between Peter and (Y/N); both are not related by blood. (Y/N) knew him because of his mother, and she met him when she was an assassin.

And a deadly one.

Why did she leave?

Because of Peter.

Something happened that made (Y/N) choose to burn everything from her past to the ground literally. She made quite a name in the underworld.

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"Fine." He answered that made (Y/N) raised her arms to cheer.

"But only for today though, because my new housemate is coming." said Peter while he went to the fridge to get some ingredients.

(Y/N) looking at his back, the boy in front of him acts more mature than her. Time moved so fast the first time she met him; he asked her for a piggyback, cried when she didn't give him ice cream and blamed her when he's the one who broke his mother's favorite plate.

And now, he is almost taller than her, independent, better at cooking and moving out from their luxury home.

(Y/N) puts her chin on her palm. "I don't understand why you need to move out." She doesn't want to tell the truth that she misses him.

Peter already started cutting the vegetables. He had a reason why he moved out; somehow (Y/N) past will come to hunt and target her.

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Peter knew everything about her and saw it. He could live with it, but he couldn't sleep every time he heard a gun, a sound of grunting because of the stabbing, and in the morning, he saw their house destroyed with bullet holes and destroyed furniture.

They have to move a couple of times.

He never saw any blood and dead bodies, (Y/N) top priorities were to get rid of the blood and bodies before he sees it.

Peter knew that she understood his reason why; he could see her teary eyes when he told her he wanted to move out. She felt guilty for all the things he had been going through because of her.

But it takes two to tango. Peter was the one who asked to stay beside her before she dropped him with his aunt May Parker on that day.

What (Y/N) said was right; it’s already in his DNA. Danger always follows him because of his mother.

His mother used to be an assassin like (Y/N) until she met his father. She left everything to build a family together.

But their happy life was cut short; one day, he lost his parents, and that's the first time he saw the dark side of (Y/N) and the first time he knew what revenge is.

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"I met someone." Peter answer.

"Owww~ My brother is a man now~."

Peter looked at her through his shoulder.

She nodded her head multiple times. "I understand you need privacy."

"But use protection okay?"

"Ugh,(Y/N)!! Seriously…?"

(Y/N) laughed while putting her hands on it defensively. "Sorry, I will stop it."

After 30 minutes, both of them finally eat dinner together.

"Someone else beside Pietro also asked about you."

"Hmm."

"You knew who it was don't you?"

(Y/N) winked at him.

She knew it must be Steve because it is obvious he tries to flirt with her, and she gave him her phone number. She made a program if someone put specific keywords along with her fake name, she would get notified. (Y/N) only tell her real name to someone that she could fully trust.

She must admit he almost got her, with the help from Starks, the other genius, but she's better at hiding.-

"You planned to make him more curious about you right?"

"You're getting smarter Peter." (Y/N) want to meet Steve once again. Today the moment she saw his face, it looked like a cheesy chick flick movie.

She could replay the moment he approached her. And when he tried to be cool to say 'Hi' but failed, that was cute.

(Y/N) wasn’t planning to stay long at the restaurant today but she has to because she’s worried about Peter. Last night both of them went out to get dinner when they had back her old enemy try to target her. It failed since (Y/N) is much more powerful, but Peter’s shoulder got hit.

He said he was fine, but her heart clenched when she saw the blue bruise on his shoulder. Peter is a stubborn boy; he doesn’t want to make her worried. But she is; that’s why she chooses to stay to make sure he’s alright.

She didn’t regret staying since she met a gorgeous man today. Perhaps cupid plays its part.

Peter added, "He's a good boss, don't shock him."

"You make me look like a cold hearted bitch." (Y/N) scoffed.

Peter sighed. "The time when you were with Billy Russo?"

"It was brief, but we are cool."

"It's hard to believe when he sent his Anvil team to get you."

"Because of me, he learned that his team was weak. He even sent a letter thanking you and said let's meet again."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head; he wishes he wishes the best for Billy.

"The time with August Walker?"

"To be fair, I betrayed him, but hey, we got a free helicopter."

"Zemo?"

"Both of us agreed to break up, and he ended up married with his true love. Happy ending."

Peter sighed "(Y/N); the reason why I'm saying this is because everytime you broke up with your boyfriend, they would come after you." The aftermath is always messy.

"I love this job, and my new friend. Please don't mess this up." He makes it clear since he liked his new workplace; the first time he came for the interview, he knew something different.

####

How Peter ended up working in Steve Rogers’s business?

Peter’s previous boss closed the restaurant to enjoy retirement with his wife. He recommended Peter to try at Rogers.

Rogers restaurant has been known as a prestigious dining place. He thought his chance was small, but it turned out he passed with flying color. Wanda was impressed by the way he could keep up with her work ethic.

After working a few days, he realized Rogers is not just a regular restaurant.

Pietro interrogated him to get some info about (Y/N), and one more obvious reason he saw a gun under Vision blazer, why would a manager own a gun? Why?

Then (Y/N) told him the truth that his boss is a famous mobster in Brooklyn.

Peter sighed when he heard that; he thought he could start living like an average person.

####

"You knew me Peter." She put down the knife and fork, then sipped a glass of red wine.

"I'll listen to you. Besides, I quite like him."

Peter widened his eyes "You mean genuine like him right? Without any agenda?"

(Y/N) nodded, "Maybe he could be your future brother in law."

Peter immediately shivered to imagine Steve became his family. "Let's not think to far (Y/N)."

Unlike Peter, someone else already thinks of it.

Somewhere far away, in a secret mansion where Steve and others gathered.

Three of them sit around the table; Bucky and Sam were nervous while Steve is playing with the dagger.

Natasha is furious. "I knew someday Rumlow will make a fuss at our area and make a big mess. But what I don't understand is why I got a call from the fixer and then the interior design telling me they want an extra payment because we asked them to finish in a month?"

She already anticipated the surprise attack from Brock since he replaces Pierce. It’s nothing new for them.

She noticed that Steve doesn’t listen to her complaints "Did Brock hit Steve's head? It looks like he’s not listening to me.”

Sam bumped Bucky’s elbow to talk to his wife.

Bucky cleared his throat because his seat is near to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Honey, Uhm… so today, something else happened."

Natasha listened what her husband whispered to her, what she hear made her gasped "Pietro!! Bring out the vodka !!" She called out their favorite bartender.

"Wake him up," Nat told her husband, her head pointed at Steve.

Bucky threw a french fries from his plate at Steve.

It hit Steve’s cheeks, successfully got his attention. He realizes Natasha sits in front of him, and Pietro serves them vodka.

Sam shook his head; he silently murmured his boss also, his best friend is in lovesick right now.

"Ooh, something to celebrate?"

"Little white wolf told me you got lovestruck today?"

Bucky’s hand covers his red cheeks when his wife mentions his nickname while Sam pretends not to hear it.

"Yes." Steve admitted.

"Congrats.” Natasha smirked while asking him, “So... she's the reason why you want our restaurant to reopen next month?"

"Correct."

"Ow, interesting."

“What makes her unusual was, she’s the only guest that didn’t run when the fight happens.” Bucky said.

“She’s the one who gave him that dagger.” Sam added.

“And, we couldn’t find anything about her even with the help from Starks.”

Bucky and Sam told her everything; they told her with excitement like they found a discovery.

Natasha was immensely impressed when she heard that “Can’t wait to meet her.”

They wish Steve could find someone that can accept who he is. In the last relation he had, they tried to change him by asking him to leave the mobster. It ended up badly, making Steve became bitter about everything.

If this woman not afraid to see what happened today, perhaps she could accept who Steve is.

"Me too." Said Steve, his lips could reach his eyes. His eyes are still looking at the dagger, thinking that he has to impress her the next time they meet.

A/N: Dum Dum dum~~~~

The female reader turned out to be a retired assassin. At first, I want to make the reader be Peter’s godmother, but I don’t want her to be that old, so I change it to stepsister.

Thank you for all the likes, my new follower and for repost. I really appreciate it.

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>>>Chapter 3

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haikyuu-sins · 4 years ago

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i heard u like writing Law :P

i’d love a scenario where Law tells Reader not to eat/drink too fast, and Reader gets annoyed so they eat/drink as fast as they can

They end up getting the hiccups or getting a small stomachache and Law is just all smug like “i told u so”

he’s still nice enough to help them feel better tho

smug Law superiority

You heard correctly! God I love writing for this man and I’m getting spoiled with all these asks for him! I hope I’m doing the Law Tags justice!

***** smug!Law x Reader

You threw yourself on the couch in the common area with a groan. “There’s no food in this sub! I’m wasting away!”

“You’re being dramatic.” your captain sighs as he walks past you and to the navigation room to talk to the Polar Tang’s navigator, Bepo. You were hoping that he was going to talk to him and see when we were going to be landing at the next island.

“Am not~” you yell after him. “Go look in the fridge yourself!”

“You’re the one who probably ate us out of all our food! You glutton.” Law yells right back at you, mumbling the last part to himself. After a few minutes he comes back out. “You’ll survive another day. We’ll be at the next island in about six hours.”

“S-six? Hours?” you throw your head back on the pillow “Can’t this thing go any faster?!”

“I could give you more work to do around the sub if you’re that bored and need something to pass the time.”

“No!” you shook your head and frowned. “I’m just going to take a six hour nap then.”

He wasn’t going to stop you, there wasn’t anything to do so it was an empty threat. “That’s just going to bed...but do what you like.” and with that he was going back to his office.

Six hours later, there was a knock at your door and then it opened. Ikaku came in to tell you that they were docked and left to let you wake up a bit.

It was night by the time you got to the island, but it was completely lit up. It looked like there was some kind of festival going on. Bright string lights were hanging all around and there were about ten stalls of different kinds of food. Your stomach growled at the perfect time and smelling all the different foods made your mouth water.

Now, you were known to run off and get yourself lost, so you had to be babysat most of the time and Law was your chaperone today. He gave everyone permission to go and enjoy the town for the time being and get some food in their stomach. The crew all split off in different directions and you made a B-line for the food stalls with Law trailing behind you. He always says that he swears he’s going to put a leash on you, but he never does.

It didn’t take long for the food you acquired to quite literally pile up. “Oh my gosh doesn’t this all smell heavenly?” you gush over the food and sit down at a tab;e with your captain.

“You’re really going to eat all of that right now?” Law questions with a raise of his brow.

“Uh, yeah? What’s the big deal about that?” without even waiting for an answer you began to dig in.

“Well first of all you’re going to get a stomach ache if you try eating all of that in one go. Just slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere. Second of all, I can smell how spicy some of those are and you’re not going to be having fun later. You’re definitely going to be getting heartburn-and probably the hiccups.”

“I’ll be fiine~ I eat like this all the time!” you dismiss his and wave your hand before you grab your drink and chug it all down.

Law didn’t even want to look, he grimaced and shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Y/n-ya.”

It wasn’t even three minutes later when you started to hiccup from the spicy foods you were eating and you realized you were all out of water.

“Cap*hic*tain!” you groan out and wipe the food from your mouth. You could see the smug look on his face and it grew when you put your hand over your chest. “OwwIww!” Heartburn.

“Yes?” he smirked at you.

“Please... help...” *hic* you begged him, pushing your cup over to him in a plea for him to get you more water.

“What for? Is there something wrong?”

You gave him puppy dog eyes-the ones you knew he couldn’t refuse and hoped it would do the trick. “Please...”

It did. He gave in already and grabbed your cup, rolling his eyes and he came back with your water. Law started to hand it to you, but pulled it back when you reached for it. “But first. Who’s always right?”

You couldn’t believe he was doing this to you when all you needed was that water in his hand. You groaned out of frustration and tried to reach over further to grab it but just groaned louder when he pulled it away again. “I need an answer first.”

“Fine! You! *hic* You’re always right! Now gimmie!” you snatched the water out of his hands and gulped it down, hoping to get rid of the hiccups.

Now it was the heartburn that was the problem.

“Told you. Just remember,” Law says smugly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something to help with your heartburn. “Your captain is always right and you should listen to him when he tells you to slow down. You’re very predictable.” he says as he puts the tablets in your hand.

“Thank you~”

A few seconds later, you hear Law’s stomach growl.

“You should help me finish my food if you’re hungry! I got too much anyway...Plus I got these for you.” they were a few wrapped up onigiri. “I know you don’t like bread so I got these for you so we could eat together but I forgot to give them to you.” you slide them over to him and smile. A smile that could make his heart melt.

He sat back down with you, saying a quiet ‘thanks’ before eating. But he already saw you digging back into yours. “What did I just say?” he sighed out loudly.

“It’s okay! I know you’ll help me again!” you give him a closed mouth smile because of all the food you had in your mouth.

Law rolled his eyes at you. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” But he knew that he would.

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hellpotter · 4 years ago

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Hey for the prompts thing, number 72? Thank you !!

are you drunk? | jily

“Haven’t you had enough drinks already?”

In spite of the words that come out of his mouth, James is pouring Lily yet another shot of vodka. Not like it is his choice, of course. If she payed for it, it was literally his job to do so.

Still, she knows that, if he could, he wouldn’t be giving her any more alcohol. But she knows he underestimates her tolerance and she knows she’s still fine and still needs a few more shots before she starts to lose her senses. So she drinks all the transparent liquid in the cup all at once before she says anything.

“My ex is having a baby, James,” she finally answers. “I can have as many drinks as I’d like tonight.”

He grimaces as she slides the glass once again through the wooden surface between them, asking for more vodka. He pretends he doesn’t see it and looks around, looking for some other costumer to attend, but his search is useless.

It’s Tuesday night, and the bar is mostly empty. There’s just the usual drunk old men absorbed by their bottles of whiskey and a couple of groups of friends or coworkers talking calmly, their beers still half full because they don’t really intend on getting drunk in a weekday.

“James,” Lily calls him and shakes her glass in front of his face when he looks at her.

He sighs and unpleasantly pours her another shot of vodka. “Can you at least eat something?”

She rolls her eyes. “You just want me to spend more money.”

“Lily, please. Just order some fries, it won’t even cost a quarter of the money you’ll be spending on alcohol.”

“Fine. Get the fries.”

He walks away to the kitchen and it’s not long before Sirius hands him a fresh portion of french fries and says he’ll clean everything up and leave in a few minutes. Putting the bowl in front of Lily, he grabs a couple of fries before leaning back and watching her eat. She doesn’t say anything about him stealing her food. Instead, she just slides her glass again towards him and starts eating the fries.

Rolling his eyes, he grabs the recipient but leaves his hand there, fingertips touching hers as he stares at her.

“So. Your ex is having a baby.”

Huffing, she glances at their hands and then looks back at him, slightly annoyed. “Yes. And that gives me the right to drink as much as I want to.”

“Technically what gives you this right is the law.”

“Whatever.”

“Right,” he finally pulls his hand away with the cup, but leaves it standing a few inches away from where it was and leans back, arms crossed. “So, tell me about this ex of yours.”

“Ugh. Don’t pretend you don’t know him, James, you were my ex before he was my boyfriend.”

He chuckles, but sustains his gaze. “Right. I was your high school sweetheart.”

Something about her eyes changes when the subject comes up, and she looks away. “Yeah. We really were something, weren’t we?”

“Sure. I always thought you were the one.”

Their eyes meet again, but there’s too much tension in their gaze for it to last long. There are too many feelings, too many thoughts and things left unsaid between them.

“Yeah. That would’ve been fun.”

He clears his throat, eager to change the subject. “So, your ex’s baby.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Dylan’s having a baby. And really, I’m fine, like- I really am over him, you know?”

“Well, I imagined you would be. You were the one who didn’t want to marry him after college.”

“You had to bring this up, hadn’t you?”

He shrugs. “I’m just stating the facts.”

“Of course you are,” she sighs. “Anyway, I’m doing good, you know I am. I love my job and I have a good life and lately I’ve been on some new shit. It’s cool, I like my life. And I guess I’m happy for him, it’s just-,” she reaches for her glass and notices it’s still empty. “James can you please give me some more alcohol?”

He makes a face and tries to protest, but ends up leaning down to grab the vodka bottle.

“Thanks,” she says, after she drinks.

“Hm. So you’re happy?”

“Yeah, I guess. I am, it’s just... It’s frustrating, you know. It feels like a door is locking and it’s okay because I didn’t even want to open it, but- It feels lonely outside. And it reminds me of everything I could’ve had.”

He reaches out and grabs her hand, holding it softly. “Hey. It’s not like you can’t have it anymore. You just can’t have it with him”

“U-hum.”

“And damn, Lily, that guy...”

“I know.”

They stay silent and eat the rest of the fries, listening to the familiar noises of the bar.

“Do you ever think about that?” She suddenly asks.

“About what?”

“About like... What it could’ve been?”

His eyebrows come together. “You mean you and Dylan? Why would I?”

“Not me and Dylan. Us.”

The air gets denser and he stares at his own hands. For a while, neither of them speaks again.

“Yes. I think about it.”

“And what do you think?”

He lifts his eyes to meet hers. “I don’t know, Lily. A lot of things. We couldn’t have known back them, that we’d still be close by now. We were going to different cities and I didn’t think you’d come back to London and be my favorite costumer.”

“And you messed up.”

“Yeah. I messed up.”

Another round of silence, and this time they realize they are the only people left there.

“It must be getting late,” she says, finally.

“Probably.”

“I guess I should go home.”

He nods slightly and they stare at each other’s eyes for a few moments longer. She keeps looking at him in a strange way, as if waiting for him to say or do something, he doesn’t quite know what it is. She hesitates before reaching for her purse stops to look at him.

“It’s fine, you know? I mean, you messed up, but I forgave you a long time ago. Sometimes I wonder too... Maybe if some things had been different-,” she shook her head, as if to dismiss her line of thought. “Well, it doesn’t matter. How much do I owe you?”

He shook his head. “Consider it on the house.”

She stares at him and they have a silent discussion about this with their eyes. He wins.

“Fine,” she says. “Bye, then, James. And thank you for the drinks and the food and the talk.”

She turns around to leave, but something about the air and the way she walks makes him have the urge to call her back. “Lily?”

She turns her head around.

“Are you drunk?” He asks.

She furrows her eyebrows. “Drunk enough to be dangerous behind the wheel. Sober enough to know that and make the decision to call a cab.”

He just stands there for a moment.

“Don’t worry James, I’m fine. And I’ll remember all of this tomorrow.”

She starts to turn around to leave again, but he moves fast this time, almost running and coming to the other side of the bar, reaching her in a few steps.

“James?”

He stands right in front of her, and instead of answering he just keeps staring at her, at those green eyes and light freckled nose and rosy cheeks that were so familiar. Slowly, he takes her face in his hands, holding her jaw and the back of her neck softly and tilting her head slightly up.

Almost trembling, he leans in a soft motion, giving her time to say something or back away if she wants to.

She doesn’t. So he brings their lips together and kisses her gently, but passionately. When their tongues meet, it’s like they’re finding an old path, a road they hadn’t traveled for years, but still know exactly all the details from. It doesn’t take long for them to be breathless and itching for more. More of their mouths, their bodies, more of that. More of them.

“Oh, shit,” she mutters when they break apart, his hands still on her head and hers lost on his hair.

“That is what I think about, Evans. When I think about us,” he says, firmly, before stepping away and starting to clean the place.

She gulps. “Oh. Okay.”

He lets a side smile show. “Maybe we can figure it out, you know. What it could’ve been.”

She blushes as he smiles at her.

“You can call me, if you want to... do something different.”

“Okay.”

They stand there staring at each other. She breathes in and out several times. Then she turns around and leaves, the door making a soft noise behind her.

A second after, his phone rings.

“Hello?”

Lily’s voice is soft on the other side. “I thought we could do something different. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

prompts list

#okay so #anon i’m sorry if you thought about another couple #there wasn’t a ship and i just really associated this promp to jily #so here it is #jily #jily fanfiction #jily fic #harry potter #james potter #lily evans #mortal au #i’ve been listening to folklore all day and this is totally inspired by it #a lot of references #but mostly the 1 #hp #folklore

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badass-at-fandoming · 4 years ago

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Just Little Ventrue Things ~

I finished a Camarilla Ventrue run of VTMB. Mostly, the only thing Ventrue these days know how to do is Dominate, run screaming, eat hot chip, and lie, and [high falsetto voice] here’s a list of other nonsense I discovered:

PC’s name is Christina; she’s a Dominatrix because I’m bi. Her sire was one of her clients, and she’s actually very, very angry about his death. She doesn’t mind being a vampire. She’s Wiccan and part of a coven

In this Camarilla run, I decided I would only do quests given by Camarilla members. My justification was that, while Christina is intelligent and curious about lore, she focuses on tasks that immediately relate to her and her goals. She’s not curious about others; won’t go out of her way to talk to them. She’s not a bleeding heart, like my other PCs, and she believes in the Camarilla’s laws. She just hates LaCroix for killing her sire. Her plan during the game is to curry as much favor within the Cam as possible and cozy up to LaCroix so she can stab him.

Enough backstory

Nonsense time

Smiling Jack laughs at you if you don’t eat a rat in the tutorial. LOL. The Ventrue dialog is like “I could barely choke down the homeless man: please don’t make me eat a rat!”

The blood in the Santa Monica haven’s fridge is now blue blood. Does regular blood make Ventrue sick? I was too scared to experiment.

[spots Mercurio] I am going to steal that ghoul

Rosa: The people you’re looking for are up there. Christina, assuming Rosa is a Cam agent: Okay, thanks, bye

Never spoke to the Thin-Bloods again (sorry Lily baby ;-;)

Everyone except Julius still leaves when the PC reaches Hollywood

If you try to feed on Julius, he WILL kick you in the head and you WILL glitch into the fire, be on fire; run away screaming in Prada

You can skip the whole basement of the Ocean House Hotel if you manage to jump over the hole in the staircase???? Like?? You mean the spookiest fucking level has been optional this whole time I”M

[ghost appears] [Christina smacks it with an axe] None of that.

Club girls speak to Christina and I’m on the FLOOR

Therese “kills” Jeanette, even though I had enough oompa to make that not happen.

Therese joins the Camarilla and says she’s in good position to be the next Prince??? Hello??? Where is our Prince Voerman ending????

Went straight to LaCroix, called him “sir,” and he name-dropped Napoleon.

LaCroix tells Christina to go visit the Anarchs. She blows the Anarchs off (Nines made a growly face, Damsel dialog yowl-exited out after I asked if she wanted to join the Cam; Skelter threatened to murder me twice). When LaCroix told Christina that, while he admired her Cam loyalty, she must listen to her enemies to understand what they wanted, it felt like he was actually being a good sire and mentor.

That’s weird.

When Christina asked for his history, he very carefully explained his lineage, like the important part of Ventrue culture it is.

Overall, I found LaCroix-being-nice-to-me extremely unsettling.

Sir. Stop smiling at me, sir. Stop being impressed I don’t ask for money. STOP MAKING ME UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, SIR.

In contrast, LaCroix sounded genuinely betrayed at the end

Also made it more obvious when he started to lose track of his marbles

Ventrue PC seems juuuuuuust tall enough for her forehead to glitch into the ceiling of literally any confined space

The dirty Elizabeth Dane policeman didn’t psspspspsp at Christina so the whole ship was 15 white-knuckled minutes of making police dance and scuttling about

There is!!! A lot less!!! Talking in this game!!! Than I remember!!! She is only good at talking and ordering people around i am bEGGING

All EXP goes to Dominate and making Christina extremely charismatic and buff.

Ventrue himbo????

Beckett un-himbo-ifies her

She insults Beckett on their first meeting, spitting out “What do you want, wolfie?!” I thought this was appropriate because she died like, 4 times on that warehouse mission and was Extremely Stressed And Under Duress

Beckett’s response of “Oh, you’re too young to have mouthed off to the truly old ones yet.” makes his later snide remark of “the young ones are so temperamental” 900% funnier. Yeah, LaCroix! Beckett thinks I’ve grown and am now more mature than you! XD

Missions involving sex workers hit different when you’re a sex worker.

Christina was incandescent with rage at the Brotherhood

Grout’s mansion mission was a lot of “I have no interest in this nonsense.”

For the first time ever, I didn’t kill anyone during the Museum quest! This is because Christina ran very fast and Dominated every guard as quickly as possible. Every single fucking guard knew she was there, but could do nothing about it, because they were dancing. The door to the sarcophagus locked (it will do this if too many guards are agro), but locked doors are no match for noclip hack.

Entertaining image of a tall woman absolutely blasting into this museum room and Beckett tackling her to the floor like wait! I must snark at you! You are legally obligated to speak with me!

Isaac is still somehow a pretty chill guy to work with if you’re Camarilla.

Christina didn’t visit VV or Ash. Interestingly, Ash didn’t show up at the hunter monastery later. Did he just die in his club? Is he still there, waiting, deciding?

Christina @ Andrei: what the fuck is this shit

“I don’t care. It’s ugly. Clean it up.”

SEWERS.

Not as bad as I was expecting

Did take shortcut, run away from fights, ducked out in the middle for a snack, and bring 7 blue blood packs tho

Gary threatened to shred her face with a cheese grater, which I thought was Toreador only dialog?? It must be connected to the Appearance Stat. Which Christina has maxed out.

When Heather became Christina’s ghoul, I was delighted because I thought this meant Christina would always have fresh blood.

If you ask to feed on her too soon after the last time, Heather says she feels light headed and wants to lie down. The dialog exits out

I love you, Heather bb

Perfected the art of nudging NPCs into corners

Mitnick’s quests now feature Enforced Nap Time for all guards

Seriously, Dominate is ridiculously powerful, hooooly shit. I get why people like it. I also like it when people do things I ask them to do.

Christina can’t sneak, but she CAN strongly encourage everyone to choke on their own tongues.

Very high contrast in the beginning of the game: 2 punches would knock her over, but anyone she spoke to would obey immediately and without question

Chinatown goes by ridiculously fast if you can’t sneak and don’t do any sidequests besides Mitnick’s.

For the first time ever, Zhao survived! This is because Christina made him take a nap.

He just told her to leave

You’re welcome, my good dude

IDK if it’s a game glitch, but Christina would vocalize? In battle, she grunts with effort and pain.

Got to the point where I kept expecting Dominate dialog in every interaction and would get disappointed if it didn’t show up. What do you mean I have to actually convince people? That’s lame.

Christina was polite and charming to Ming Xiao, who also conveyed a deeper betrayal than normal at the end. ;-;

I promise to give you a Ventrue boy toy soon, Xiao

Finale arc quests went by VERY FAST because Christina can’t sneak for shit. Just run in, Dominate blazing

You can skip the outside bit of the Hallowbrook Hotel if you find the open door on the top level what the fuuuuuuuuuCK

[“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody” plays while Christina wipes out the Sabbat in 10 minutes]

Andrei disappeared mid-fight and didn’t come back until I complained that only I was allowed to run away from boss fights

I’m categorizing “triggering the interaction to save Heather” as something quite difficult to do. The timing has to be just right. I’ve missed it twice now. BUT hacking into the game to save her is easy.

I love you, Heather bb

Final Beckett talk had the vibe of “You’re a very different person than me, but you’re also High Humanity and trying to do good. You don’t deserve to die.”

Damsel threatens to kick the shit out of Christina and is extremely reluctant to tell her where Nines is

“Out of all people, they send you? All right, let’s just talk terms.” - Nines because Christina was short with him one (1) time

WEREWOLF HARD

You can just?? Walk out of your haven?? Without speaking to Jack at all???

I didn’t do that

But I could have

[”Dust in the Wind” plays while Christina kills entire Camarilla hit squad in 3 minutes]

You can visit Mercurio and Trip on your way out of Santa Monica??

Mercurio makes no comment on the blood hunt. Business as usual with him. This is fine.

Christina: I’m SO going to adopt that ghoul. And perhaps Isaac can be convinced to part with Romero...

(For the first time ever, my PC boinked Romero. Twice, to receive the break up email)

This is definitely a glitch, but Christina brushed up against Caine, and a worried voice said, “Are you all right?” It sounded like the same voice actor, but a higher pitch?

Always nice to think about Caine demonstrating care

Christina asked Caine who he is, and Caine replied that he “gets people where they’re going. [He’s] a driver,” which is a nice nod (lol) to both his literal job as a driver and as a shepherd/creator/god to Kindred. Caine creates and makes fate.

Caine triple checks with Christina that she’s sure Strauss won’t betray her. Thanks, Vampire Dad. :’D

For some reason, only other Ventrue guarded LaCroix’s tower. I wonder if this is intentional. Like all the other Camarilla Clans backed Strauss and left? So only LaCroix’s Ventrue lackeys remain? Anyway, it created some weird moments where Christina fought her double.

KILL YOUR DOUBLE

Sheriff laughed in haughty joy that he was to kill Christina. I don’t remember him laughing in other playthroughs.

Christina ruining Caine and Jack’s prank oh noes

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