#they have the gall to force me into using it with them and get mad because i dont want to

[akiiichiii]

health scams that target the eldery are so fucking scummy

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 9- Hidan x Reader (Angry Sex/Dirty Talk)

        There was only one person in the world you ever had the gall to meet with once in a blue moon. The only other worshipper of Jashin that you actually acknowledged compared to all the fakes you've seen. That obnoxious person was none other than Hidan of the Akatsuki. A man who always dared question your faith to your God. A man who you wanted to kill to prove to him that he needed to mind his own business. A man you wished to fuck him in order to shut him up for once.

        Like every other year, you were waiting for him in the usual spot. A small inn in a small town that minded its own business. It was great because no one questioned either you or him when either of you arrived covered in blood. If they ever did, you'd kill them for Jashin. It would be a shame since you liked the couple who ran the place.

"Why the fuck am I here again?" Hidan barked as he appeared from the woods. Your eye twitched,

"Any other Jashin worshipper you want to meet with once a year? I'd be happy to change faces."

"Tsk, you know those fuckers be lying all the damn time. Ain't no one better at killing for Jashin than fucking me!"

"Us." You hissed lowly.

        Hidan mocked you as he followed behind. You grabbed the key from the receptionist and made your way to the room. Hidan was complaining the whole time. More like venting about his day to day stuff. He hate to admit it, but he did like the fact that he could vent his issues to you. You had no choice but to listen to him. The two of you had to try and get along for the day. That was the holiday rule. Him venting was just one way to do so.

"And then they threatening to fucking kill me! Ha! Those bitches were fucking stupid." Hidan laughed as he plopped himself on the bed. He glanced in your direction, "Ain't got nothing to say?"

"You never listen to my stories anyway. Besides, a think a criminal organization tops anything I did." You dismissed the topic, placing your scythe aside. Hidan let out a grumble, 

"Now you're making me look like an asshole."

"You are an asshole."

"Fuck you." Hidan spat. Something in you snapped as you got up in his face,

"Fuck you too!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

        Both of you yelled at the top of your lungs before crashing your lips against each other. Hidan nearly tore his cloak off as he tossed it across the room while you attempted to do the same. Unlike him, you had more clothing on. Hidan bit your lower lip, drawing blood as he went to tear your clothes off as well.

"Hey! I don't have a spare!" You barked. Hidan kissed you again, forcing his tongue into your mouth, "Mphm!"

"I'll fucking buy you something tomorrow. Just shut the fuck up."

        Ripping your clothes, Hidan carried your naked body to the bed. The only thing the two of you wore was your Jashin necklace. Clashing your lips again, Hidan spread your legs out. He dipped his fingers into your pussy while his thumb rested on your clit. You arched your hips towards him, trying to ride his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers. Hidan broke away from the kiss, watching your body follow his movements.

"Fuck, what a fucking slut you are."

"Watch your fucking mouth." You groaned, trying to suppress your moans, "It's different from doing...ah...mhm..."

"What were ya going to say? Do you masturbate to me fucking you? How fucking hilarious." Hidan laughed, watching your body tremble, "Well, I'll fuck you hella good in the name of Jashin."

"S-Stop using his name for...for something like this!" You tried to scold him, but moaned instead.

        Hidan was rough with his fingers as he took your breasts in his mouth. He was biting your body all over the place. You were supposed to be the one to shut him up, not the other way around. Feeling your body burn hotter, you let out a whine. Hidan made you so mad. Why was he only using his fingers when his cock was hard and ready to fuck you.

"Close aren't you, bitch?"

"Fuck you, Hidan! Just fuck me already!" You cried, reaching your orgasm.

        Hidan removed his fingers, stuffing them in your mouth to shut you up. He groaned lowly, pushing his cock inside your tight walls. Your hips rose with his as he stuffed you full. Without giving you a moment to rest, Hidan held your waist and started to pound your poor pussy. His fast and rough pace causing you to cry out. 

"What's wrong? I'm fucking you aren't I? Why so quiet now?" He grunted, "Hear how slutty you are? Sucking my cock in so fucking easily."

"Y-You...ah~ fu-" You tried to cuss him out, but your brain was turning to rot. 

"Fuck, your fucking pussy keeps begging for more."

        The pace he was going was going to make your legs go numb. The amount of pleasure you were experiences was none like before. No other man has made you cum this hard. Hidan was an asshole, but all his shit talking was making you wetter. You were going to have to return the favor one day. Gasping as he pinched your clit, you cried out as you felt another orgasm being ripped from you. Your gummy walls unable to rest as he kept pounding you.

"Keep cumming for me. I ain't stopping until you admit I'm better."

"N-Never!" Just that alone brought you back to your senses.

"Ha, knew you were still in there, bitch." Hidan groaned, fastening his pace.

        You shivered as Hidan did one last thrust, filling you. The two of you took a moment to catch your breathe before turning the tables. This time, you had Hidan down on the bed with you on top of him. Your breathing was heavier than his. Honestly, you weren't sure what you were doing since you had already cam a few times. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your body kept wanting more. More of Hidan fucking you like an asshole.

"Don't start crying if it gets too much for you, asshole." You hissed.

        Hidan stuck his tongue out for a moment before groaning as you bounced on him. Watching his face contort in pleasure as you took control was delicious. Although, you could feel yourself about to give out. Your legs were already getting numb as having his cock hit you deeper than before was causing you to moan louder. Your thrusts getting sloppier as Hidan started to take over again. His hands laying on your hips once more.

"Look at you falling victim to my dick. Just admit I'm better and that you want to be my sex partner."

"N-No....F-Fuck,...haaaaah....Fuck-" You whimpered a moan as you felt your rise return, "F-Fuck me, Hidan!"

"Of course, (Y/n)." He said with a smirk.

        You let out a yelp as Hidan flipped the two of you again. He took over, slamming his hips into yours again. Your moans getting louder as he kept thrusting your throbbing pussy. Hidan watched the expressions you made as he got you to cum for him again. He cussed lowly, wanting to have his own high once more. He kept diving his cock deeper into you before releasing another load. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out and laid beside you on the bed.

"Fuck me." He groaned. You lazily raised you head,

"Just did, dumbass." Hidan flipped you off before turning on his side, "You know, if you kept your mouth shut more often...maybe we could have done this earlier." You told him. Hidan scoffled,

"You and me? Fucking like bitches in heat?"

"You just have to ruin shit. Fuck you." You groaned, slowly sitting up, "Shit, did you really have to fuck me like one of your dolls? I know it felt good but damn, I wanna shower now!"

"Don't go assuming shit!" Hidan got up, helping you to the shower, "You admitted to masturbating to me, too."

"So you're admitting it too?"

        Hidan yelled at you again, causing you to yell back at him-leading to another hot and angry sex session in the shower. Once the two of you were done, you stayed in the motel room, just chatting away.

"Do we have to wait until next year to fuck again?" Hidan said with a low grumble. You almost laughed,

"Doesn't hurt to bump into each other every now and then. Although, we still have to meet here every year."

"Tsk, fine."

        You scoff at his childish behavior. Within a few minutes, Hidan fell asleep. You were surprised. You actually did manage to get him to shut up and all you had to do was exhaust the damn man. Chuckling lowly at your victory, you too, laid down for rest. Hidan sure did a number on you, but it felt good all the same.

----------

        You and Hidan managed to stay fuck buddies throughout the next few months. After a while, you lost contact with him. Assuming that it was due to a mission, you waited. Eventually, a few more months passed and it was time to meet at the motel again. You stood outside, waiting to hear Hidan's annoying voice yelling at you. To see his cocky smile observe you like a piece of candy. To have him eventually tell you that he enjoys your company as he plows your pussy with his cock.

Anything.

"Hidan?" You called out, hearing a ruffle.

Nothing.

        You sat there for hours. Then days. Hidan never missed this. You didn't want to assume anything. You couldn't. You would lose faith in Jashin if you thought about it. You stayed in that town, waiting for Hidan to show.

But he never did.

[hawkezone]

[[ RETURN TO HALAMSHIRAL - PART ONE ]]

A missing Queen Cousland, whispers of an elven rebellion, and one hell of a party: Hawke, Fenris, and Varric attend a lavish ball at the Winter Palace celebrating Empress Celene and Marquise Briala's alliance, where Hawke finds himself enlisted to help by a man with a strong Fereldan accent and a deep-seeded fear of swooping. A Trevelyan-Dorian & Fen(m!)hawke imagining of the events leading up to Dread Wolf, sequel to The Seat of Power.

CHAPTERS: ♕ [1]

♕

“I cannot believe you’ve talked me into this, Hawke.”

Fenris, frowning, fidgeting uncomfortably in his velveteen guardsman’s uniform. It was the closest thing either of them had for formalwear - Hawke, being a man of habit, had smuggled some amount of finery out of the Hawke Estate when they’d escaped Kirkwall that night so long ago, but, much like Hawke’s usual escapades, he neglected to pick up a few key items - such as britches that actually matched their doublets, and shoes. Any shoes. At all.

“I think you look handsome,” Hawke smiled, impishly, knowing that Fenris, while grumpy, had a little room left in him for some light teasing. Unlike Hawke’s usual methods of heavy teasing, which typically led to even heavier petting when the two were left alone.

Fenris didn’t take this well, but he merely sighed, tugging the uniform so its creases unfolded. “My least favorite part of going undercover,” he said, solidly and glumly, “is that the rest of us have to play-act while you always get to be yourself. Do you remember when we went to Chateau Haine? You had to accompany that awful Tallis, and Varric and I were assumed to be your manservants.”

“I remember,” Hawke chuckled. “You almost threw that guard in the moat outside the formal gardens.”

“I should have!” Fenris pouted. “Manservant. The gall.”

Hawke turned, and swept Fenris up by the waist. He smiled, from ear to ear, and Fenris - very briefly - forgot what he was mad about. Briefly.

“I promise. This ball will be better. And if anyone calls you a manservant, I’ll punch them in the face,” Hawke smiled.

Fenris, despite himself, let out a crooked smile, too. “That would blow your cover, I think.”

“Who’s to say the Champion of Kirkwall doesn’t go about punching random nobles in the face for calling his boyfriend a manservant?” Hawke said, defensively.

“You’re ridiculous,” Fenris said, but he didn’t let go of Hawke. Or stop smiling.

-

The gardens at Halamshiral were abuzz - it was a hot, breezy, summer night, and the fireflies were out in full force. The sun had set not but an hour ago, and the coolness of the evening had just begun to lay down on the stuffed shirts in attendance at the Winter Palace. The hum and splash of the magnificent fountain, forming the centerpiece of the front gardens, made for a soothing backdrop to the idle chatter and excited gossip of the guests. This was a much less fussy affair than the Winter Ball - but as an afterparty of sorts, to greet guests cordially as one of the first “informal” parties of the social year, and to introduce the Empress Celene and her recently reconciled lover, the elven Marquise Briala.

Hawke and company, however, had alternative goals in mind.

“Thanks for coming, Hawke,” Varric muttered, feeling rather out of place at the soiree.

“You still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Hawke replied, a little suspiciously. “You’re not one for parties. Well, not this kind of party, anyway.”

Varric sighed. “Just - trust me when I say I’m glad you’re here, all right?”

This time, unlike at Chateau Haine, Varric was wearing an unusually formal shortcoat, and he seemed ever so slightly nervous, shuffling from one foot to the next - which piqued Hawke’s interest, as his best friend almost never showed any signs of things getting to him. Especially social affairs.

Bethany was dressed in an Orlesian gown of periwinkle blue and white, in lush velvet, with a high collar in delicate gold filigree, embellished with designs of leaves and rings, reminiscent of the Circle. It had been a gift from Leliana, sent by courier when she had heard the Good Lady Bethany would be attending her first party at the Winter Palace. Hawke had interpreted this as a nice gesture, but Varric was quick to point out that the Nightingale had probably gifted her the dress as a sort of measure against the Inquisition’s acquaintances, however distant, being played as rubes in the dangerous machinations of the Game - especially when debuting.

Varric seized a beignet from the tray of a passing masked server, staining his gloves immediately with powdered sugar. The server either didn’t notice or pretended not to.

“Are those the ones with the chantilly cream?” Hawke asked, with interest. “Last time I was in Orlais, they had these tiny little beignets full of chantilly cream. And dusted with sugar, just like that. Only I think they had little swans made of gold foil on the top, too.”

Fenris rolled his eyes. “Nobles,” he said, scoffing. “Always trying to outdo one another.”

Varric bit into the beignet, and made a face. “Nope. No cream. It’s filled with something, though.”

“Hmm,” said Hawke, eyeing the server who’d gone off with the tray. “I could go for some something.”

Before he could pop off in search of the most ridiculous food the party had to offer, Varric grabbed him by the coat.

“Have you noticed,” Varric began, very slowly, “That this party is filled to the brim with people who have pissed off the Tevinter Imperium?”

Bethany, who had taken a beignet of her own and was nibbling with interest, nodded along. “Isn’t the majority of Orlais an enemy of the Tevinter Imperium? That’s like saying the Qunari and Tevinter are in a little spat.”

“No,” Varric continued, slowly, looking around again. “I mean, this party, specifically, is full of people who have made specific enemies of the ruling magisters of the Tevinter Imperium.”

Hawke, listening, subtly reached for one of his sheathed daggers, which he’d kept on his attire for an emergency. Most people saw it as a bit of a Hawke-esque flourish, just another quirk of the Champion of Kirkwall. But it comforted him - as both an accessory and an accessory to a quick escape.

Varric, who had finished his beignet, patted down his coat as well - just to make sure Bianca was in play. “We’ll keep an eye out. Could be the Empress just keeps really good company.”

“I’ll admit, it’s a bit of a who’s who of people I’d like to meet,” Hawke said. Was that even a hint of being impressed in his voice?

Fenris, in the meantime, had not let his guard down for one second since entering the gardens, and was stationed just to the back of Hawke, in a position, he subconsciously realized, to thwart any surprise attacks on his charge. What was he to call Hawke, now that they were together, but he still felt compelled to protect him? What did Donnic call Aveline, do you think?

“I don’t trust a thing anyone at this party has put forth,” Fenris said, muttering, darting poisonous glances at the nearest group of nobles, who huddled together and began to giggle, which only infuriated Fenris more.

“Keep it together,” Hawke advised, patting Fenris on the arm. “They’ll probably kick you out if you try to rip out their organs. Although it is rather salacious when you do.”

Fenris frowned, but Hawke winked, boyishly, and he found himself smiling, despite himself.

Towards the group came a meandering group of ladies, all dressed in triplicate; the Empress’s Ladies in Waiting each curtsied lightly, one after the other, like a set of ascending piano keys.

“Messere Hawke,” the first one said, curtseying lowly. Her golden mask glinted in the gaslights that dotted the garden’s walls.

The second one giggled at Varric, and bowed to Bethany, who began to wave, then began to proffer a hand, then, finally, attempted a sort of curtsey, which was rather hard to tell in the voluminous dress Leliana had lent her.

“Why didn’t Mother ever prepare us for this sort of thing?” Bethany hissed, turning ever so slightly to Hawke.

“Mother was trying to run away from this sort of thing when she met Father, I think,” Hawke said, with a smirk.

“It is most pleasurable to see you, Lord Tethras,” the second one continued, to which Varric immediately held up his hands, which were still powdered with beignets. 

“Please,” he said, shaking his head. “Just Varric. Thank you. This is hard enough.”

“We’ve read the Tale,” the third one said, nodding at Varric, who - Hawke could tell behind his mask - was already sheepishly shrugging in extreme apology for the fracas that he was about to invite.

“Yes, the Tale,” the second one went on, animatedly. “Is it true, then, that the Champion really defeated the Arishok in hand to hand combat?”

“Well. It was more knife to knife,” Hawke shrugged, with a lopsided grin.

“And is it true, too, that your fellow Isabela ran off with the sacred texts of the Qun?” the first one asked, leaning in, with genuine curiosity.

“Just one book of the Qun, but yes,” Varric admitted.

“And is it true,” the third one said, earnestly, leaning in even further, “That you fought a High Dragon on the outskirts of the Bone Pits?”

Hawke, shrugging again, gave them a bit of a grin. “Fenris was there for that one. Varric, too.”

Tittering, the Ladies all looked at each other, flapping their fans at premium speed. A quick rush of whispers went through them, before they turned again to Hawke.

“We shall have to return, then,” the first one said, smiling coquettishly under her mask.

“And hear more of you and Lord Tethras’s stories,” the second one went on, as Varric winced at the “Lord Tethras” comment once more.

“It was a pleasure, truly,” the third one said, and all three of them curtsied, deeply, again, as Hawke bowed as they took their retreat, into the throng of the gardens.

It was as if they’d narrowly had a brush with a storm - or a windfall.

“Ugh,” Varric groaned. “Remind me to never tell people who I am or what I do, next time.”

“...Did they ignore you?” Hawke asked, looking back at Fenris, who was still standing a small distance away, his heavy, two-handed sword almost dragging in the garden lawn.

Fenris, sighing, barely looked up at Hawke as he dusted off the sword’s hilt. “I believe they are accustomed to people of your stature bringing elven servants as part of your coterie. Perhaps it would have been impolite to acknowledge my existence.”

Frowning, Hawke crossed his arms, glaring after the trio of Ladies-in-Waiting. “Perhaps it’s impolite to ignore you, at all,” Hawke said, scoffing.

Sighing heavily, Varric dusted the last of the beignet sugar off his hands with a clap.

“Well, I’m going to get just drunk enough to forget what’s going on, while being sober enough to remember why I’m here,” he said, stalking off with the firm purpose of a man who’s on a mission for nothing but the worst Antivan wine.

“And I would like to meet some new people,” Bethany said, with enthusiasm. “Is that the Marquess du Pompadour? Do you know her? Can we be introduced?”

“No, but I’m sure she’d be enchanted to meet the great Lady Bethany of House Amell,” Hawke smiled, as Bethany squeezed his arm excitedly before bounding off to introduce herself to Orlais’ best and richest.

“Have fun,” Hawke beamed, wagging his fingers at Bethany as she bounced to the next group of nobles, who already began chatting with her excitedly about the gold filigree neckline and the status of the party’s hors d’oeuvres.

Looking back at Fenris, Hawke frowned - but not at him.

“I don’t mind. Truly,” Fenris said, but his anger betrayed him in the way he wore his face.

Hawke frowned even harder.

“Well, I do,” he said, crossing his arms again. “One of the reasons why I agreed to come to this silly thing was to make up for Chateau Haine in the first place.”

Now, it was Fenris’s turn to frown. “Chateau Haine? I had assumed we came here to pry information out of the Inquisition. To assure their allegiance against the magisters. Or whatever strange twisted plan Varric has fished up.”

Nodding, Hawke waved a hand in the air. “I’m as eager to fight some magisters as the next man,” he said, continuing, “But I really wanted to come and show you a good time. I don’t like how things worked out at Chateau Haine - and I know how you feel about Tallis. I just supposed - perhaps - I wanted to take you to a party, and have you by my side. Properly. For once.”

Hawke looked rather embarrassed at this, and shrugged a little, in his reclaimed part-Hawke Estate part-leftover-guardsman-formal-uniform combination of attire.

“Hawke…”

Fenris’s eyes glinted in the moonlight. He reached for Hawke’s arm, and squeezed it.

“If you wish to have me by your side, you need only ask.”

Hawke, smiling, sweetly against the honeyed air of the garden, squeezed his hand back.

“I always need you by my side, Fenris,” he said, softly.

-

Meanwhile, at the other end of the party, Dorian Pavus was getting drunk. Very, very drunk.

He had harangued Josephine for an invitation to the Inaugural Ball, and, despite her best efforts, he had finessed his way into blackmailing, cajoling, and, in one case, outright bribing assorted members of Skyhold staff into bugging the Ambassador straight into sending Dorian one of the Inquisition’s coveted invitations to Empress Celene and Marquise Briala’s first ball, formally thrown together. Not counting the last one, of course. He felt he deserved it, after all, since he was both the life of the party and present for when they got together. The second time, anyway.

Dorian was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes - flirting with the masked drinksman serving the flutes of violet cocktail - when he was jostled by another patron, elbowing his way in.

“Ale, please. Not dwarven. Please tell me you have ale that isn’t dwarven. Everyone says it’s top notch but it just tastes like piss, and I know it does, so don’t tell me otherwise.”

Dorian’s ears perked up. That voice. It sounded weirdly familiar. Weirdly… Fereldan.

Looking over, the man next to him, wearing a simple silver mask with blue silk piping, slumped over, sighing, putting his head in his hands. His dirty blonde hair was just barely poking out of the back of the silks of the mask, and he had the stature of someone who had spent a long, long time training as a warrior - and an even longer time sitting around afterwards, getting all antsy as those muscles waited for their next workout. The man tapped his fingers on the table - and his heavy rings clanked against the delicate, white-lacquered wood. One demon head ring, as big as two knucklebones. One thick, silver sigil, like the symbols carved on the tunnels in the Deep Roads marking the location of Darkspawn. And, on his ring finger, a delicate, tiny silver band, with the smallest of silver roses, inlaid with flakes of mother-of-pearl and red ruby.

Dorian raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not very subtle, Your Highness,” he said, leaning against the bar, rolling his R’s. Loaded, like bait.

Startled, the man turned around, coughing and straightening up, making sure his mask was covering his face.

“We’ve met,” Dorian went on, somewhat relishing in the man’s uncomfortableness. “However briefly. I believe you know my paramour, Lord Angus Trevelyan? He has nothing but good things to say about you. King Alistair.”

The man, startled, whipped his head back around to the bar, to make sure nobody was listening, then, as best he could, made an extremely frustrated gesture at Dorian, hunching over, clearly annoyed.

“Have we met?” he said, irritably. “Because you are absolutely blowing my cover, here. …Which would make you, I suppose, a likely candidate for Angus’s new boyfriend. Which is who I suppose you are.”

Alistar sighed, and put his elbows back on the bartop. The server returned with a large flagon of ale, and Alistair placed several sovereigns on the bar. The server sniffed.

“We don’t take Fereldan currency, messere,” he sneered, pushing the coins back towards him. Alistair - even with a mask on - looked utterly defeated.

“Here,” Dorian said, hiding a smirk, pushing a handful of shiny Orlesian gold pieces towards the server, who nodded curtly, and disappeared back behind the bar.

“Thank you,” King Alistair groaned, putting his head between his arms. “You would not believe the amount of social faux pas I’ve racked up tonight. If I’d gone as myself, Orlais and Ferelden would be back at war by now.”

Dorian looked at him curiously. “Why are you here, if I may ask?”

Alistair shook his head. “Ale first. State secrets later.”

Dorian laughed. “You’re cute. I see why you’ve got the whole country wrapped around your little finger.”

“I do?” Alistair said, surprised.

“Not this one. They seem to think you’re a gauche little imp, here,” Dorian said, airily.

Alistair frowned.

“Ferelden,” Dorian clarified. “I hear you and your little wife are something out of a fairy tale, a Grey Warden King and Queen alike. Must be some sight to see. Does seem rather romantic, in a way.”

Alistair paused, then, slumping even further, let out a sigh that seemed to shake the very foundations of Halamshiral, let alone the bartop.

At that moment, Dorian remembered the other thing Angus had told him about Alistair - the important thing.

“Ooh. Ah. Sorry. I - I know it must be difficult, with your wife missing, and all. I’m sure - I’m sure she’s busy doing, ah. Grey Warden. Things.” Dorian thought about this for a moment. “Ah. Oh dear.”

Alistair looked hopeless, but downed his entire ale in a resolute gesture of bravery. “Lord Dorian of House Pavus, right?” he said, straining his last Kingly muscle to make the most out of the situation.

“Yes. Please don’t tell anyone I’ve so successfully put my foot in my mouth,” Dorian said - charmingly. As charmingly as possible, under the circumstances.

Alistair sighed. “You’re part of the Inquisition, then. You - were at Adamant.”

Dorian shook his head. “Not personally, no. …And don’t get me started on how I feel about that. Have you ever had your boyfriend go off into the Fade and have you think he was dead for almost twenty-four hours? No, I suppose not.”

Alistair gave him a withering look.

“...Right, missing wife, right,” Dorian said, hastily. “Here. I shall buy you another ale, and I’ll answer everything you wish to know about our visit to Adamant, as told by Lord Trevelyan himself. But no promises on me remembering everything correctly. I’ve had quite a lot of champagne.”

Alistair sighed, then nodded, solemnly. “Everything?”

“Everything.”

Finishing off his ale, Alistair motioned to the bartender for another, while Dorian slipped over another handful of silver coins.

“Then let’s begin,” Dorian said, with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous grin.

-

[blackjackkent]

Moving past the weird terrifying door, we fought some more of Ethel's playthings controlled by weird masks. (We had the option to loot and, presumably, wear these, but that seems like a terrible idea.)

One of them, somewhat depressingly, was carrying this:

Yeah, I don't think that worked out very well. :(

This was followed by a fun little obstacle course around a bunch of noxious gasses which cost everyone a bunch of HP, but finally we've made it to the "Ancient Abode" - and look who it is!

Whoohoo, we found her, and she's not dead! (Yet, anyway.)

Ethel, needless to say, is NOT happy we're here.

"you come to my home, interfere in my business, and now have the gall to face me in the heart of my lair? You petulant bollocks. I'll rip your spine out your arsehole! I'll use your blood to spice my stew! I'll keep you alive until I've sucked the marrow from your bones! And then I'll bring you back and do it all over again!"

Hector, show us how you feel about this.

Damn right.

This turned out to be a bit of an annoying battle. Ethel had the ability to disguise and duplicate herself and used it several times, and there was an additional threat for a while of Mayrina's cage burning and getting dropped into a pit. But we whittled her down.

She tried to make a deal with the group (specifically Karlach, who happened to get the conversation for some reason), offering an ability score increase in return for letting her go with Mayrina and her unborn child.

Obviously Karlach (and everyone else) was not letting that happen, so we finished her off.

Mayrina...surprisingly, does not seem particularly grateful for this effort on her behalf.

"You bastard! You ruined it - you ruined everything!"

Hector, covered in blood, soot, acid burns, and a general air of exhaustion, just stares at her and slow blinks for a few moments. "This is an interesting way of thanking me," he finally says.

"You want thanks?" Mayrina screeches. "A slap is all you deserve! Ethel was going to bring my husband back. Back from the dead! And now I'll never see him again - because of you."

Ah.

Hector frowns. "Hags don't work for free. What did you promise her?"

"This." Mayrina looks down at her swollen belly. She's very far along; her back is hunched with the weight of it. There's a sort of mad desperation in her eyes. "Just a bit longer and my child would have been born. And all this - all this would have been over."

Hector swallows. Selune's grace...what a terrible bargain. He has certainly had no shortage of naive mistakes himself, out here in the world away from the monastery, but even he can see that this could not possibly have ended well. "With hags, nothing is ever over," he says bluntly.

"This was the best chance I had, for me *and* my baby," Mayrina insists. "Auntie Ethel promised to give this child a good life - teach them magic, even! More than I could have done."

Hector feels a surge of compassion for the young woman. Clearly she felt trapped in her existing situation - husband dead, left to raise a child alone in what must have been less than affluent circumstances. The hag's promises must have sounded quite enticing. But there was also no doubt they were false. "Is that what Ethel told you?"

Mayrina just stares at him for a long moment. "She said I'd make a bad mother. I-- I think she was right." She turns away, beginning to stalk deeper into the cave. "Now I'll have to drag Connor's coffin all the way home. It's the only way this child will ever meet their father. I hope you're happy."

----

Hector watches her walk away and sags wearily, running a hand down his face. "Did I do the wrong thing?" he asks, not really expecting an answer.

"You 'n I both know that hag would have done terrors 'n worse to her," Karlach grunts matter-of-factly. "Better this way." A pause. "You're all right, Soldier. We had to stop her. Wouldn't be you - wouldn't be us - if we left her to that fate."

Hector takes this in for a long moment, then forces himself to straighten up, squaring his shoulders. "Yes. Yes, you're right, of course. Of course."

"Besides," Gale adds darkly, "she's not that creature's only victim. There are a lot of souls that will be able to move on to some more verdant pasture because she's dead. And I think we can all agree that's a worthwhile outcome."

[hismercytomyjustice]

X-Men ‘97 spoilers below the cut

I am halfway through the finale. Me and my husband had to pause it because we both got so fucking mad lmaooo.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s still very good.

But…

GO FUCKING FUCK YOURSELF CHARLES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Oh my god I CANNOT STAND HIM

I get his appeal as a “good guy” character, but it’s like…if you’re constantly gonna make him do the worst fucking shit to other people, he can’t keep parading around the moral high ground

Just seeing them all be like “omg I can’t believe Magneto did that to Wolverine, he’s so evil!”

CAN Y’ALL STOP FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND AND ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT WAS ALL HE FUCKING DID TO HIM

HE COULD HAVE CRUNCHED HIM LIKE A FUCKING SODA CAN BUT HE DIDN’T

I’m not saying that makes Magneto the good guy, obvs what he did was still fucked up (even if I was cheering given the circumstances)

But like. They constantly act like Magneto is evil incarnate in this show. Because he refuses to play nice with the non-mutants who have yet to show a single redeeming quality???

Bruh went through the Holocaust and watched it all happen again in Genosha and they immediately act like he’s being unreasonable?

I’d say, all things considered, HE’S BEING PRETTY FUCKING REASONABLE

What the fuck was he supposed to do about the Prime Sentinels? Just stand back and watch them wipe every mutant off the face of the map???

And yet they’re like “omg Magneto has declared war on humanity”

EXCUSE ME WHAT

W H A T

The people who have fucking tried to genocide y’all at every opportunity?

What the EVER LOVING FUCK was he supposed to do to stop the Prime Sentinel rampage???

It feels very trolley problem-esque

Like, yeah he was gonna fuck off to space after, but I DON’T FUCKING BLAME HIM???

And them being like “how dare you turn our friends against us”

Excuse me, did he fucking mind control them???

Oh, wait, no that’s Charles’s whole schtick

And Charles being like “don’t make me force you to fix the earth”

BITCH YOU ARE LITERALLY ALREADY TRYING TO FORCE HIM

FORCING HIM TO “CONSENT” IS NOT NOT FORCING HIM??????

and then having the GALL to be like “oh, Magnus, you’re like my brother, I’m here to save you”

E X C U S E M E

PARDONNEZ-MOI????!!!!

And everyone being like “oh it’s justified Charles just liquified his brain because he hurt Wolverine”

WOLVERINE TRIED TO MURDER HIM

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO

Y’ALL ROLLED UP WITH THE INTENTION OF MIND CONTROLLING OR MURDERING MAGNETO

AND NOW YOU’RE UPSET THAT HE FOUGHT BACK??????

The way Charles uses his powers throughout the show constantly rubs me the wrong way. Especially because no one is ever like “hey, maybe don’t invade someone’s mind, steal their secrets, make them relive their batshit trauma, and bend them to your will?”

NOPE, THAT’S ALL A-OKAY IN THEIR BOOKS

Mr. Sinister kidnapping Jean and cloning her to control her? How fucking dare he!

Charles doing PRETTY MUCH THE SAME FUCKING THING EVERY FIVE SECONDS WITH MAGNETO?

Nah, totally justified, Magneto is the bad guy, remember?

I just

CANNOT

Now I gotta finish the episode but I don’t think my opinion is gonna change

[outpost51]

Tiny Scene Sunday

Oops I got attached to the lighthouse keeper and Adelaide.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Hospitality

It’s only polite.

It had been ages, I think, since we arrived at the lighthouse.

An exaggeration perhaps, but the ship that crashed against the rocks last night carried upon it gadgets and trinkets more advanced than I’d seen before we came to this wretched place. It couldn’t have been more than a few months, though; though some days her copper curls were a bit frazzled from the salt, my wife hadn’t aged a day. If anything, she looked more lively now than ever with the light, fresh blush flooding her cheeks and the darkness retreating from under her eyes.

“My darling!” she called from the kitchen. “Do we have any teacups?”

The only ones I could remember seeing belonged to the bone china set squirreled away in the far cupboard— I shouted back as much, and I was met with the sound of rattling locks and splintering wood. I nearly went over the table in my haste to see what had happened and when I arrived, wished instead to throw myself over the lighthouse railing.

“We couldn’t find the key,” she explained as she poured water into the china teapot — leaving out, of course, the explanation that ‘we’ was neither royal nor included myself. “Ukthyther promised to have the cupboard fixed, since he had to break it.”

The massive thing that led the creatures living beneath the lighthouse was still dripping seawater on our kitchen floor. It sneered at me with teeth far too numerous and crooked and rotting and sharp to ever consider that look a smile, friendly or not, and had the gall to wave a greeting with its misshapen, piebald hand.

I returned the wave, then returned to pretending I didn’t see it. What else was I supposed to do with the devil perched so close to my unperturbed wife? Offend it and let it rip us both to shreds? “Where did you get tea?” I asked.

“Yokthaalpeh.” She gestured to the one seated at our table. “Last night’s wreck had quite a sampling in the cargo and they thought we might like some.” I couldn’t bring myself to be angry when she smiled so disarmingly. Her teeth were a bit crooked too, but it was endearing on her. I’d never watched my wife tear a drowning man to pieces with her teeth. “Isn’t that sweet?”

It was something, alright.

“I wasn’t aware they… spoke,” I hazarded, forcing a smile at the one at our table.

The things must have understood, or perhaps I was going mad and making connections out of coincidence, because the dappled one released a horrid clicking-gargle — while gesticulating. Like a person. And my wife nodded along, as if she could—

“Ukthyther said they’ve never had a reason to,” she translated. “It’s impolite to shout up at us from so far away.”

“Impolite,” I sputtered.

I waited for her to tell me it was all some elaborate prank, or that I was dreaming, and only once she’d completely set the table for tea and the three of them were patiently looking between me and the last empty seat, did I realize that she wouldn’t, that it was all real. Morbidly comical, too, with how poorly the two creatures fit in our little chairs.

“They’re doomed anyway, you know.”

I didn’t know how long I’d been staring out the window behind her, but her soft voice brought me back to the table. The tea in my cup was lukewarm. “Who?” I asked, hoping she meant the things sat at our table.

The look she gave me told me I was dead wrong before she ever opened her mouth. “We’re on the wrong side of the fog for the living.”

I choked on my tea. The situation was more dire than I thought. It wasn’t me that had gone mad, it was my wife, or maybe it was both of us. “Who listed the job, then?”

Another look. Another stone of dread joined the growing pile in my gut.

Another clicking-gurgle. Another stone.

“They didn’t think anyone would answer.”

Stuttered hissing — was the dappled one… chuckling?

Something I couldn’t see wrapped around my neck and seized both my lungs, squeezing tighter and tighter the more I choked and clawed at my throat. Pressure grew behind my eyes, the kitchen went blurry, the edges of my vision darkened—

“Stop struggling, love,” my wife soothed. Her voice washed over my shoulders, turned my arms to jelly and all the fight went out of me in a rush of warmth.

My ears popped. All at once, the unseen thing retreated and I collapsed on the table, gasping for breath.

“It felt rude,” an unfamiliar rumble rattled through me, “to make Adelaide translate everything.”

The cup that slid into my trembling fingers could have been pulled from the core of the earth and it still wouldn’t have chased the chill from my spine.

[flamingwordsinthesky]

Beneath the Moonless Sky (WIP)

Note: this is 616 Peter and Elektra. Not the MCU

“He's so stubborn, and self-righteous. Must do everything by his morals and rules.” Spider-Man grips the edge of the mattress as she speaks. Looking out the window while he scowled at the cold night sky. “He's only Catholic when it's convenient.” She says aloud to add to the book of complaints against Matt Murdock. 

A man they both loved.

“He's a hypocrite! He gets mad at me when I do something he one hundred percent would’ve done.”

“It's like he sees himself better than the rest of us.”

“Or he puts you on a pedestal then gets mad when he realizes you're not perfect.” 

Elektra makes a contemplative noise. Remembering Matt praying at the edge of their bed. I pray that Peter will forgive me. 

“I hated his beard.” She said unprovoked.

“I hate how he keeps lying to me.”

“I hate how he never sees how I change. Like he's keeping track of all my sins.” Elektra gets up from the bed as Spider-Man - Peter - looks at her.

“Matt has the worst fashion tastes.”

“He used to force me to go antiquing with him and it was so boring.”

“What? Ugh! I thought that was our thing! I can't believe him!” Peter threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“He sometimes smells like old books and lotion and it reminds me of an old man.”

“I wanna punch him in the face sometimes. Just to make him less pretty.” 

“Sometimes I wanna strangle him when he starts moralizing.” Elektra looked at her hand ls as they curled. Imagining the feeling of Matt's neck crushed against her finger tips.

“He’s used me as bait multiple times! And every time I get hurt!”

“He's selfish!” Elektra yells. Anger building and she can see it in Peter's eyes as well. Resentment and rage for the same man.

A man they both loved. 

But not at that moment.

“He's condescending!” Elektra yells as she stares at Peter. As if he's a mirror reflecting that anger back at her.

“He always has to be in the right!” Peter yells.

“He cheated on me! Then have the gall to ask for my loyalty!”

“He slept with my ex he knew I still had feelings for!”

“He only loves me when life is too good for him. Then runs when things get too violent for him.”

“Just once. Just once I want to ignore him! Not help him. But I do it every time.”

“Matthew Murdock is a fucking piece of shit!” They scream in unison.

It's that moment she realized they've been moving closer to each other.  For a few moments, it was just them. Elektra and Peter. Nothing outside their naked bodies, their heavy breathing, and shared rage.

The world outside that bed didn't matter.

Matthew didn't matter.

Suddenly. They were a man and a woman. No more. No less.

[this-is-fox-speaking]

tw parental death. just my own thoughts and feelings on my own recent loss, super long post.

my dads always given me mixed feelings. you can imagine how much worse it got after he died.

when he was alive, he was horrible to my mother. he had the worst anger issues, and was a raging narcissist, my mother says. i’m not sure what a narcissist looks like, but he probably fits the bill. my mother was a brave and strong woman, taking the worst of his anger issues behind closed doors and away from us. the most me and my brother ever saw was loud arguments and my father getting mad over the smallest shit. i never even knew the worst of it until years later after the divorce.

he makes me angry. i fucking hate him for what he’s done to my mother. i hate that he would vent to anyone who would listen but would still create more and more problems for himself, not listening to anyone but forcing anyone to listen to his issues that he fucking refused to fix. he was the worst man in my life. sure, he didn’t murder, my mother wasn’t perfect, what-fucking-ever. but he was fucking god awful. and i’m glad he’s dead.

but i’m only glad that side of him is dead.

the father i had, i can barely remember. he was always gone and whenever he was home, he’d be angry. whenever we went somewhere, he’d be angry. but that’s all i can actually remember, so maybe he wasn’t always angry. but i’ll never really know. i was in elementary, after all. but the late father i had was gentle. he was emotional. he was pathetic, i thought at times. “he has the gall to wish for my mother, when he ruined her life?” it twisted my gut at times whenever i saw him date a new woman- five or four, in total- because i knew what he’d done, but i know he’d never tell them what he’d done. the children he’s abandoned, the mothers he’s left behind, the abuse he’s inflicted on the family that stayed. on the family that didn’t deserve it, that were just trying their fucking best to get by, god damn it. but the late father i had was emotional. but he certainly never let me or anyone forget his roots- his favorite past time being to use the n word like a replacement for the fact he couldn’t say christ’s name. he was ironic for his beliefs. he was mixed, but hated the whites and blacks mix in together. he was grown this way. grown into the part of my family- his family- that fed well on lying to the new generations that unfortunately came to be under their last names. in their blood line.

i don’t know. i’m ranting.

my dad was emotional. i remember at one of my old therapy sessions when i was younger, he started to bawl about his childhood trauma. his dad and everything. i’ve heard the story before. his dad was terrible, he doesn’t know how to be a dad, etc. but i don’t think he ever did- or ever will, even in some belief of afterlife- learn that just because your childhood sucked, there’s no excuse to use that as a crutch to keep abandoning and harming those who are trying to be in your life. it’s never excused, even when you try and help them later on. you stupid piece of shit.

right. the death. i forgot. i’m ranting again.

when i was told he died, i expected a joke at first. i teared up, i silently cried through laughter. i was fine for a few days. i missed school for a while. then it finally hit me all in one day. and i broke down completely. everything he’ll ever miss in my life hit me like a train wreck.

he called me the night before the morning. i told him about my current ceramics project, told him if i finish it i’ll try and show it to him. he said he wanted to come down for halloween, if he could. then he had a heart attack. i joked he could come visit me for halloween, that he didn’t even need to dress up from being a spirit now.

i was fine for a while after my meltdown. i went to school, i think. i don’t remember. his funeral finally came around, surprisingly shortly after everything. my grandma was there. one of my sisters talked about how she shouldn’t have to bury her child, no mother should. my fathers casket was a bright mint. i joked that it was ironic, like one last prank on him. because he used to tell a story that he choked on a mint once during a sports game and puked, so the smell made him sick. we went to a store full of people’s old junk being resold, beforehand. i found some horror themed wreaths, and joked that we should buy one to put on his grave. i don’t think the real dad i had deserved it, not in the slightest. but the dad i had did. at least in some capacity. i bawled at the his casket, as it hit me that he was in there. my father was in that casket, and i couldn’t handle it. they had it closed. i thought i’d regret it later, but i still don’t. i didn’t want to see my dads cold laying corpse. i wanted to remember him how i always saw him. he was always trying to lose weight, but i don’t think i could handle seeing him thinned even slightly. his skin was always tanned, and i don’t think i could handle seeing him any bluer or any whiter. i used to mess with his stomach as a kid, saying how he should never get skinny. me and my brother both did. sorry that your weight loss is being done by maggots, dad. but at least it’s quicker than what you were doing, right?

for all the trouble he caused, he was still a dad to me. he made sure to always tell me he loved me, he shared my interest of horror and the nasty bits and pieces of human nature. we would talk about scary things like serial killers. he loved to look into serial killers, he had such a fascination with them. he actually told me stories about how, when he was younger, he’d have dreams of killing people as jason voorhes. i’d judge, but i have worse taste. besides, what angry little kid hasn’t dreamt of killing people, right? or maybe that was just us.

he went to pawn shops a lot. i always hated going to them, i thought they were boring. but now he’s all i think about whenever i see one. i don’t get emotional, i still think they’re boring. but he lives on somehow, i suppose.

he spoiled me rotten. to a very literal degree. i have a feeling he’s the reason for all my rotted teeth, all my mothers dentist bills. but i can’t blame him.

he always asked me if i’d live with him. no, dad, i don’t want to. i never wanted to. living with you wouldn’t have been good for me, and i’m sorry i was never honest with you. it just.. would’ve broke your heart. i’m sorry i’m such a terrible liar, i’m sorry i was so vague all the time when you asked me.

something that broke me the most was when i thought about what his last thoughts and words were as he passed. the flash of regrets he might’ve had as he died. i’ll never know. he can’t tell me.

i saw the wonka movie today. i started to tear up and silently cry as wonka waved to the figment of his mother in the crowd at his greatest accomplishment, the one she’d promise to be there for. him blowing a kiss to her. when she disappeared into thin air when the man passed infront of her, it hit me all at once. it hit too close. i smiled, i joked, but i cried for a bit. i silently cried, but once the lights turned on i forgot about it, i joked, i defended, i wiped the tears away, i went to the car, we went home.

oddly, i don’t miss him. i never spent time with him, because for the past year or two he’s never come to see me on the weekends like documents said he was supposed too. he was always busy. to me, always running from someone. it was either he couldn’t pay for something, he lost his job, something like that. last time he told me that, he was actually visiting my family 2 days away. he didn’t tell anybody. it feels like he was a deadbeat. an emotional one, though.

i’m sorry to everyone he’s ever dated, ever ‘loved’, ever met, ever touched, ever made. i’m sorry he’s screwed all of our lives over. we all have to live with what he’s done to us, how he’s effected us. but i’m glad we met. you’re apart of the family now, i hope you enjoy us.

i don’t miss him. but i wish he could’ve lasted at least just a few more weeks, just one more year. be there for my 18th, be there for my first job, my first car, my first anything. he’ll never be there for any of it. and it hurts, but not because i wanted him to see it. i didn’t need him to see any of it. i could’ve just told him about it, and that’d be ok. but i can’t even do that. phone calls don’t go to hell, after all. yeah, you didn’t use the lords name in vain, but you weren’t exactly the type to love thy neighbor. not fully. at least you weren’t homophobic, i guess? very racist though.

at least he’s the reason i have a loving dog named otis. he remembered the one and only time i joked that if we ever got a dog, we should name it otis. he remembered, and i didn’t in the slightest.

he did some things right, but all of his life he did wrong. i guess.. i’m glad i don’t have an obligation to see him, anymore? i don’t know. it’s weird.

[kingdomoftyto]

Against my better judgment, I have watched the F/NaF movie

My coworkers talked me into it with their lukewarm-but-not-actually-all-that-negative reviews, and I gotta say that it.... yeah, pretty much meets those mediocre expectations exactly hgdsfsdgs

[Spoilers ahead, if that wasn't obvious from the readmore]

Pros:

surprisingly well-written and -acted main character. I kinda liked Mike and his personal arc was coherent and felt complete

not TOO many fanservicey references. I was afraid they were going to shoehorn in stuff from every single game and maybe talk about that Remnant stuff from the books and who knows what else, but it was RELATIVELY focused and without any numerous memes, so. good job on clearing that low bar ig

not OVERLY gory and with only a couple of sorta-jumpscares. (honestly probably leaned a little TOO safe on this end, was clearly pushing to appeal to the child audience, which... listen we don't have time to unpack that right now)

they definitely found.... A way to cram the events of the first 3 or so games into the same point in time! again, not as bad a job as you could have done, congrats!!

I did find it heartwarming to be reminded that the trapped souls are still children and to see them playing together as friends. you never really get to see that side of them in the games.

Cons:

*cradles that one Wendigoon video explaining the lore and timeline in my hands and weeps silently*

no no like I get it, I DO; they didn't have to adapt it exactly from the games, and I didn't expect them to!--and for the sake of simplicity (and runtime) it's probably good that they merged some events in the timeline--but why--WHY--do they always insist on flattening Afton even more into a 1-dimensional, evil-for-evil's-sake serial killer villain when there's a tragic tale of loss and descent into madness and quest for revenge RIGHT THERE

HE'S JUST A RANDO WHO KILLS CHILDREN (and??? security guards??? whom he hires?????) FOR KICKS NOW. COOL I GUESS

AND THEN ALL THE OTHER STUFF THAT MADE HIM INTERESTING HAS TO GO TOO BECAUSE HE'S JUST A CRAZY GUY WHO OWNS A RESTAURANT NOW HAHA

ghadjfhdsajgh seriously WHYYYYY HAVE HIM STUTTER ON MIKE'S LAST NAME AT THE BEGINNING IF NOT TO REVEAL THAT MIKE AND HIS SISTER WERE AFTONS ALL ALONG

no. no. I know why. because Vanessa.

V a n e s s a.

I knew deep in my heart that they were going to force the post-Ultimate Custom Night stuff on us AND YET I find myself disappointed anyway

but seriously. his daughter? VANESSA as William's DAUGHTER??

I gagged

I swear to god between the "Mike Sch-(!)" scene and all the shit with Elizabeth Abby being shoved into Circus Baby, I half wonder if the script was changed partway through and it WAS originally going to be a Michael Afton twist reveal.

all it would have taken, even with this version of Mike otherwise unchanged, would have been for him to have repressed the memory of his dad's face that day.

seriously if you can't give me tragic-backstory William, at LEAST give me twist reveal Michael Afton

anyway yeah they took all the big parts of the lore/story that make me actually care about the series and kinda spat on it, but to repeat myself once again: this was expected

......god and I can't believe they had the gall to have the animatronics killing ON AFTON'S ORDERS.................. don't even get me started. fuck.

anyway enough about divergence from the lore. moving on to other cons.....

what fanservice the movie DID have was still enough to make me roll my eyes pretty hard. as much as I thought it was nice to see the children's souls reflected in the animatronics, the parts where they were building forts and tickling Abby etc were nevertheless kinda dumb. and Vanessa joining in and encouraging it was very weird and EVEN dumber.

the criminals being sent in to rob the place only to be brutally murdered was. dumb. transparently an excuse to have some non-essential characters for the robots to kill. I mean I guess it was necessary because otherwise there'd be no way to show them actually killing anyone but. I mean if nothing else Max didn't deserve to die. what the hell was that about.

fuckin....... "that's just a theory"................. *breathes deeply for patience* just. all you have to do is have him show up and deliver a nondescript line. you can have a delightful cameo without making a whole scene screech to a halt like that. literally you could have just made him the "what an asshole!" pharmacist. fans still would have pointed and shouted upon seeing his face, and he still would have had a funny little line without it being a clunky wink to the audience. he's not a bad actor, either--I've seen him in some misc youtube skits--this was just a dumb scene.

as I kinda hinted at earlier, I think there maybe could have been MORE jumpscares, if anything? and coming from me, that's saying something. or maybe it's not the quantity, but the way the scares didn't have the impact I was expecting. Foxy rushing that guy in the hallway wasn't NEARLY as scary (or as fast??) as how he sprints in the game. c'mon, let 'em mimic things a little more 1:1 for at least ONE scare--it's what the series is known for!

(related side note: cannot BELIEVE there was no Toreador March from Freddy himself. how the hell.)

............ugh hhhhfffhfggggh nnnngghh seriously though MOSTLY I'm just mad that they made Afton so damn boring. he wasn't even scary when he did show up in the rabbit suit.... goofy-ass kitchen knife.... get the hell OUTTA here.......

anyway it was... fine!

.... as a standalone story. I guess. it's whatever.

it's a goofy horror movie dubiously targeted at kids, what can ya do

[sky-cow0]

Annoyed at people who act like democrats are saints who are going to save US America. So let’s make a list of things Democrats didn’t do while having all three branches of government (and only a handful are sinema’s fault):

-End ICE detention camps

-Stop separating families at the border

-Improve immigration laws so they actually are usable

-Reverse Trump’s tax cut on rich and tax increase on the middle class

-Establish better protections to prevent rich people from getting out of the estate tax and/or enacting a wealth tax

-Increase the minimum wage and attach it to inflation

-Enact monopoly busting laws and bolster FTC

-Reverse Trump’s removal of safeguards in many industries

-Get rid of whatever that law is called that threw out the privacy of Americans in order to save them from “terror” after 9/11 (the one that forces you to have a SSN to open a bank account)

-Get rid of the NSA and make spying on US citizens illegal for our own government (get rid of the department of homeland security while you’re at it)

-Get rid of the TSA and the whole security theater that really just gives power to power hungry people to humiliate minorities or people they don’t like

-Declare civil asset forfeiture as illegal on the federal level and use feds to arrest cops who do it

-Make it a federal crime for cops to kill unarmed civilians and use feds to arrest said cops

-Remove the social security/Medicare/Medicaid cap

-Remove profiteering from pharmaceutical companies because yay for reducing the price of insulin but there are many more lifesaving medications going for several thousand dollars a pop when you have to take it multiple times a year

-Put a cap on campaign donations from corporations or other protections from election interference by rich

-Enshrine abortion protections and gay marriage by law (admittedly both of these came as a surprise to most people on the left and they did try, but it was more than sinema who stopped them)

And there are so many more I’m sure, but this is what my can’t-sleep brain is giving me right now.

So yeah, when moderates who aren’t queer (or before this recent wave of removing rights instead of just preventing progress), it is easy to see how moderates think Democrats and Republicans are the same. They are the same on all these issues that Americans actually care about.

Honestly, I didn’t vote for Biden (or Trump) because he is a racist creepy groper who shouldn’t have been allowed to run because he was too old and senile in 2020. I honestly believe that without Biden introducing civil asset forfeiture that the BLM movement would not have been needed (as it incentivized and rewarded cops for being racist by sneaking through the subconscious racism of society to avoid public backlash). And Democrats have the gall to say they are the way to save the nation.

Democrats have had many opportunities to prove they care about their constituents, but they have failed to prove it for the majority of Americans. You can’t get mad at disenfranchised voters who expected more and were let down by the lackluster performance of Democrats.

Luckily Republicans are going off the deep end and so democrats are hopefully going to get a second chance to prove to voters that they will actually make things better for the average American. They better use this opportunity to improve the lives of the 99% or you need to join us in supporting a third party who actually promises to get stuff done.

[splendi-city]

a letter he may never read

i'm not exactly one for words. my thoughts are a scramble and my head is never really on straight. the feelings, as abundant and as intense in volume as they are, can never seem to properly translate in expression. this is a problem that has caused me more grief than i would like to admit.

at this very point in time, i am tired. i dont know what or how to feel. i dont know what to do and how to react. i am simply exhausted.

why am i always stuck in a consistent, never enough yet asks for too much, for you. i feel like im stuck in this loophole, paralyzed, having no room and no space to budge. its like im being cornered, and i'm just letting it happen.

i wish things were different. i wish i could be better for you. hell, i wish you could be better for me. but despite how much i want to-and trust me i want to, i cant seem to be mad at any of this.

i dont see this as anyone being at fault. more precisely the fact that i see equal fault in this equation. more than anything, i see two people who love each other a little too hard, despite every aspect of the universe telling them they're not meant to be.

i want this to work. i want us to work. and i promise, i will do everything in my power to try. but i feel like we're going against a large force telling us we're just not right for each other. and if i'm being completely honest, seeing you pull away an inch has prompted me to pull away a mile.

i'm stubborn. that's it, the matter of fact. i am too stubborn, with my own principles and beliefs. there are things that we can't seem to come to an understanding, yet i have the gall to pretend like i'm on your side. i believe all this pretending has taken its toll on me, as i hold on to this grudge of contempt. and thats not your fault, you didn't ask for this. but i thought this was the best i could do to keep the peace.

i dont know whats to become of us. all i know is right now, i feel like ive lost too much of myself. letting go ounces of myself in arguments, has led to a big chunk of me just floating abyss.

maybe we'll get better. maybe we'll be okay. maybe this is just a necessary phase we go through to in achieving an optimally healthy relationship.

and if it's not, i'm sorry we couldnt have been right for each other. god knows we tried, and for that i credit the both of us.

[balkanradfem]

So I went to work to a new place today, for a woman who came well recommended to me, and indeed she was lovely; she kept checking up on me to see if I needed anything, offered me refreshments and made sure I wasn’t cold, I immediately took to her and was pleased to be working for her.

However, what I wasn’t warned about, was that there would be some construction workers, also working at her home, at the same time. It felt like I had just walked into a trap.

I was determined to stick to my work, not look at them, not call any attention to myself, and hoped that would suffice, and I would get out of this situation without getting harassed. It was too naive of me. While I did manage to stick to myself for a while, I had to listen to them yelling, because they did some things wrong, and decided to yell at each other, blame each other for it, and yell some more about how it should be done.

Then, they got the kind owner to get them some strong alcohol (because of course that’s what you do, at 10am, while already making mistakes at your job), and they asked her to tell me to join them. She came at me giggling, asking if I’d like some, and I realized right away what this was, and refused, because I can’t stand strong alcohol, it hurts my throat.

They had the gall to get mad at me for it. They heard what I said, and came yelling ‘You have to get used to it!’ to which I replied ‘It hurts.’ I got told ‘It hurts me too, the next day!’ and I said ‘I don’t like pain.’

Then, I locked myself into the bathroom so they couldn’t look at me any longer, I was full on setting up wards onto the door so none of them would come in. It was okay while I was in there, but sometime after, I had to come out and they’ve made a drought in the house. The owner informed them that I have sick ears, and should stay away from the drought, they didn’t listen. Some of them decided that my name was Helen (it’s not), and started addressing me Helen and talking to me, which I ignored, since it’s not my name. This too, came with consequences, one of them came into my face and said loudly ‘YOU, you’re fine with the drought, right? You’re young’, to which I replied ‘I have sick ears. Drought hurts them.’ and he then closed the doors and yelled ‘THERE!’, for which I was supposed to be, grateful.

My gyns, I have not been around males, for a long time, and I knew it was going to be rough, but I cannot believe we are the same species, there is no way. Have you all been just dealing with that, on a daily basis? I am so sorry.

The stunning contrast between how m*n and women treated me that day though! The woman cared that I’m safe and sound, even to the point of telling others to keep the drought away from me, and she even forced me to take a break when I’ve been at it for 4 hours. Males, by comparison, were thinking of how to get me inebriated while I was doing my job, against my will, got angry when it didn’t work, tried to force it anyway, and found ways to harass me while I did absolutely everything to stay out of their way. And, expected gratitude for rudeness and harassment.

I went foraging for chestnuts later, and I unceremoniously slipped and slid a few feet down the hill, unhurt. I found myself sitting down in the leaves, thinking ‘Well, that was embarrassing’, when a woman called out to me ‘Someone fell?’. I replied I was fine, and she made a joke about how she was ready to call emergency services, and she was reassured that I was fine. I felt cheered up, safe, and got to pet her little dog that was with her.

There is no comparison. Life among males is not sustainable, nor is there any place for comfort, peace, safety or joy. I will not and can not coexist with this.

[rockingrobin69]

Everywhere

1.5k of accidental bonding for my darling @calypsotempete, who asked for prompt 18 from this list: “Will you tell me I’m pretty?” 

Well, that was new.

In the general sense, it was probably inevitable; what’s the saying? Everything that can go wrong, will? Of course this was the next natural step, the only plausible progression to Draco’s punishment. First – to be hit with the curse; then, to discover Potter was the one on the other side of the thread; then to spend months trying to break it off, together; then – well, this. To have this. Another string connecting them, far less physical, far more terrible. Draco sucked in his lower lip, averted his gaze and promptly refused to make eye contact. It was bad enough to have Potter in the back of his head. He didn’t need to see him on top of it.

Boy, you’re grumpy today.

Draco jumped at least three feet in the air, or so it felt. Fuck. Are you listening to me?

Kind of have to. Can’t really control it.

“Quit it, Potter. You can use your actual mouth to speak to me, for the love of Merlin.”

“I could, sure, yeah. But why, when I can do –” the next word wasn’t said out loud, rather breathed into the back of his mind, this?

Draco shivered, hot and uncomfortable. “No. Stop it. It’s bad enough that… As though having to be in the same room as you every three hours – as though having to physically touch you – no. Get out of my fucking head.”

That would be hard. See, I’m pretty sure I’ve been in your head ever since school.

It felt odd; wrong, Draco assured himself, but also odd. Fuzzy, somehow. Like stepping into warm water, or – or something less crazy than that. He shook his head and forced some words out without thinking. “However much of a relief it is, seeing you back to your old, insufferable self –”

What, you missed me?

“No, that’s not… it was just entirely frightening when you pretended like you cared. That whole ‘I refuse to go on if it means going without you’ bit was a little much, you know.”

That sucks. I sort of meant it.

“You – come on. Don’t make fun of me, on top of everything. Plus, use your fucking mouth.”

Of course. What on?

“Potter… quit it. This isn’t funny.”

I find it a little funny, actually. This way you have to listen to me. You’ve been trying to ignore me for too long – trying and failing, Draco. Won’t it be better to admit that this thing between us –

“Stop. Stop! I don’t… this isn’t fair.”

You’re right. It’s not. But ignoring me when we had this thing cast on us wasn’t fair either. And you lying to yourself doesn’t strike me as so fair.

“I’m not lying to myself.”

Sure you’re not.

“I’m not.”

Right. That’s why you told that reporter you have no feelings for me.

“I said it because it’s the truth.” Draco’s eyes flickered from the fire to the figure on the sofa. Potter was sitting up, rigid, his face drawn and serious. Draco regretted looking. “Besides, it’s not like you have any feelings for me.”

I don’t? That’s a relief. I thought I made that embarrassing confession last night. I thought I bared my heart to you, and you had the gall to tell me I’m imagining things. I thought I told you I loved you.

Draco’s breathing stuttered for a moment. “You said a lot of things. A lot of mad things. What next? Suddenly I’m not the boy who bullied you for years anymore? I’m not the one who willingly joined a racist cult? Will you tell me I’m a good man, now? Will you tell me I’m pretty, that I’m forgiven, that I’m –”

An idiot. Yeah, I’ll tell you all of it. Is that really why you ran away last night?

“It was…”

Because you think I haven’t forgiven you? Or that I need to? God, Draco. It’s been years. We’ve both been through so much, together and alone. You’re not that person anymore.

“Don’t tell me what I am. Don’t tell me –”

That I love you? But I do. I –

“Get OUT OF MY HEAD!”

He could feel it, Potter snapping out, like a chord being cut. He actually stood up, too, and marched all the way to Draco in the armchair. With a hand under his chin he forced Draco to look at him. “All right, all right. I’m sorry. But you can’t run on me again just because you’re scared. You’re not the coward you used to be, and I’m not… not as strong anymore. I know you have feelings for me too. I know it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was a little hard to keep his resolve, though, when Potter’s eyes were so green and so close. “I’m… you don’t know what you’re asking from me.”

“I know it’s hard.” Potter sighed, then without hesitation, dropped to his knees before Draco. “I know this is a lot. All I’m asking is that instead of running from me, running from yourself – that you face this with me. Together. You’re not alone anymore. Can’t be alone, really, with the bond and all.”

A pang of regret hit Draco’s stomach, cold and hard. ���But that’s just the problem. It’s the bond. As soon as it’s lifted you’re going to… and I won’t be able… you say you’re not as strong anymore, but I was never strong. I won’t be able to stand it.”

“Of course you are. You’re so strong. And such an idiot, too. It’s not the bond.”

“It is. You’re not, can’t really be –” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to him, how to make him see, that impossible, loveable fool. That everything he was running away from wasn’t him; that there was nothing in the world Draco wanted more than a chance, a way, but it would never work. The bond forced them together, and however much Potter thinks… Draco can’t let himself fall for, believe in…

Potter’s voice was chiding, but his eyes were kind. “It’s not the bond.”

“It is.” He didn’t want to add, it has to be. But Potter must have heard it anyway.

It’s not the bond. I know what the bond feels like. You know it too; you know all the ins and outs of the science behind it, better than I do. It’s not the bond. It’s you.

Draco turned his face away, unable to keep the whimper. He did learn the theories, read every single word about the bond, but that didn’t take away the doubt, or the pain, or the fear. “Shit, I – Draco, are you crying?”

Don’t you think – don’t you think I’d been waiting to hear these words? Don’t you think I want to believe you?

I don’t know. You never tell me anything. I can’t read your mind. Well… maybe now I can.

Draco half-laughed, half-whined. How can you be sure? Was the main question, the main issue, the thing Draco couldn’t understand. How can you be sure it’s not the bond? That this is what you really want?

Because I know my heart, and it’s yours. Trust me. Please. You don’t have to love me back, just, please, believe how I feel for you is real. That it’s mine.

Draco shook his head, baffled and sad and unbearably excited. It’s too complicated between us. With the bond on top of everything else, we can’t… we can’t.

Potter’s hand came to brush his, and like always, the touch was electric. The bond did nothing to change it. We can do whatever we want. I’m a little past caring what other people think, aren’t you? The bond doesn’t matter. Only you, Draco.

Fuck. Will you stop being so… ugh. This is hard enough.

Potter swallowed. His face was torn between misery and hope. Draco could feel it all the way to his stomach. Do you think – will you do it? Give me a chance? Give us a chance?

Only if you stop looking at me like that.

Like what?

Like… I’m everything.

Potter gave out a shaky laugh. Take my hand. Take my fucking hand, Draco. See? Not so difficult. This is a new step, and I know how much you hate new, but we’ll make it work. Okay? Together.

Together. Draco sighed and squeezed Potter’s hand. His belly was a mess of what he suspected was writhing, simmering joy. All right. Together. You absolute arse.

Potter’s grin could light the whole neighbourhood. Now, was there anywhere in particular you wanted me to use my mouth on, or…?

It certainly was new, and probably inevitable, all taken into account. Not a punishment, but surely the next natural step. Draco closed his eyes; he didn’t need to see in order to know what to do. He had Potter everywhere: in his hands, in his lap, in the back of his head, and in his heart.

[zemodaddy]

Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!

Synopsis:

Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?

Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)

Shades of Him

They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.

After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.

Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.

So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.

Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”

You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.

“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”

You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..

The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..

“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.

The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.

You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.

“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.

You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.

A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.

Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.

You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.

Notes

Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!

@killsandthrills @aisling1985 @booklover2929 @arianalilyblack @your-pixels-are-showing @kenna-1904

[supercorpkid]

Wedding anniversary.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1610.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You say sitting across the table from Lena. You clasp your hands together, putting your chin on them, and you look at her, interested.

“Ready for what?” Lena asks looking at you, with questioning eyes. She looks back at Kara, who’s behind the counter, still picking a few things up. Lena raises her glass, and Kara agrees without a word being exchanged.

“You know, the story.” You wait until she’s fully focused on you again.

“Haven’t you heard it enough?” She asks, and you agree with your head, because you have indeed heard it enough. But you don’t get tired of it.

“That’s not the point.” You wait until Kara is seated in front of you, putting more food on the table, and filling Lena’s glass with wine. “It’s tradition. You guys celebrate another year of marriage. Momma tells the story of how you two met, you tell the part where you two fell in love, and we laugh at momma’s inability to see love even when it’s screaming at her.”

“She was literally screaming at me.” Kara adds and you laugh already.

“Come on. It’s the greatest love story ever, and I have to hear it every year so I don’t settle for anything less.” You look at them lovingly and blink a few times, using the sweetest voice you have. “Please, for me.”

“Oh, the ‘please for me’ bit.” Lena looks at Kara and they smile at each other. “She knows we can’t say no to that.”

“Ok kid, brace yourself for the greatest love story of the universe. A Luthor and a Super: love across the galaxies.” Kara smiles and you hear Lena’s chuckle at the title. “Title still a work in progress.”

“As always.” You add, before Kara starts her story.

“It all started 22 years ago, when a young girl named Kara Danvers-”

“Young.” You scoff, earning a smirk from Lena. Kara continues like you haven’t interrupted her.

“-decided to accompany her cousin Clark Kent to interview the youngest CEO in history, little did she know, that was not her biggest feature.”

“Huh?” You ask, confused. And Lena also looks at her furrowing her eyebrows.

“I’m talking about her boobs.” Kara answers with a smile, and you roll your eyes at her.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m kidding, Rao!” Kara looks at Lena who’s also rolling her eyes so hard at her right now. “I’m trying to add some twists to the story you know from start to end. Besides, is it really a lie?”

“Dear lord, would you just go on with it?” You pretend to be annoyed, but you don’t really care about these stupid jokes Kara makes. And it is fun seeing Lena looking that blushed after something like that. “I want you to get to the part where mom said ‘you could’ve fooled me’ with her sexy rasped voice, and winked at you.”

“I did no winking, whatsoever.” Lena jumps in, to defend herself.

“That’s not your part to tell, love.” Kara jokes, putting her hand on your mom’s back and stroking her gently. “So.” She says louder to make her point. “I went to L Corp and saw the most beautiful woman behind the desk, with the most beautiful green eyes, and Rao, did she look hot in that command position. I was at loss for words.”

“I remember you talking a lot.” Lena intervenes and you chuckle.

“We all know momma is never really not talking.”

“Do you want to tell the story?” She looks at Lena raising an eyebrow. Your mom just sips on her wine and stops talking. “Anyway, I go in there, she’s beautiful, smart and kind, I get completely obsessed with her after she winked at me.” Kara looks at Lena again, waiting from some bickering, but Lena refrains from interrupting the story again. “But I thought I only wanted her as a friend. And she had the gall to tell me she hadn’t come to National City to make friends.”

“She didn’t. She came to meet the love of her life, and have the most awesome daughter in the universe.” You say with a cocky smile, and Lena smiles at you like she’s admitting that what you said it’s true.

“Mhm, but I bugged her. And we all know I can be pretty convincing when I want to.”

“Don’t you mean annoying?”

“I mean convincing!” She looks back at Lena. “You know what, you’ve been interrupting me a lot. Why don’t you start your part already?”

“Are you sure?” Lena looks at her, and she shows her hand saying ‘go on’. So, Lena goes on. “Since this young beautiful almost goddess person wanted to befriend me so badly, I had no other alternative but to accept having her to be a part of my life. I did know, unfortunately, there was no way I could be friends with the sweet and very affectionate Kara Danvers without falling in love with her.”

“But first you dated…” You put your finger inside your mouth and stick your tongue out, pretending to vomit. “James.”

“Hey, be respectful! James is family.” Kara scolds you, and you shrug.

“He’s still a dude.”

“We all make mistakes. I mean Kara dated Mon-El.” Lena says that with a little bit of jealousy on her voice. “That’s worst.”

“It is not. I mean, it’s not good. It’s really bad, and also disgusting. But you and James Olsen? That was like, messed up.” You lean over the table and whisper. “Were you being forced? Did he have dirt on you? Was he threatening you, mom?”

“He wasn’t threatening me!” She huffs upset with the accusation and you see Kara trying to hide her laughter with a cough. “Whatever. I was in love with my best friend and I thought it was never going to happen. Sue me!”

“Honestly, if I could sue you for dating James, I would.” You say with a playful smile. “And I would be a billionaire.”

“Ok, enough about James.” Kara intervenes because she knows you can go on and on about it. “Go on, love. Tell her how it’s impossible to resist my charm.” She says while throwing her hair back and you smile at her goofiness.

“It is impossible. Especially because you are so unaware of it.” Lena sighs. “Half of the time I was so mad you would make me have these feelings without even acknowledging them. And the other half I was daydreaming about us.”

“Aw, Lena Luthor can daydream.” You joke, making your mom roll her eyes. “So, you filled her office with flowers.”

“Yes, and she gave me the whole ‘that’s what friends are for’ speech. Uh.” Lena grunts like she’s frustrated again, even after all these years. “I hate that speech.”

“I said I was sorry! Like I could actually think that the hottest woman on the planet was into me.”

“Into Supergirl? Yeah, right.” Lena scoffs. “How could you think that?”

“But then you yelled at her…” You say, trying to move the story along, because you know their bickering can go on and on for hours.

“I wouldn’t say I yelled at her.” Lena defends herself again.

“Lena, love, you yelled.” Kara puts her hands on Lena’s shoulder. “The whole wink thing I can admit I was exaggerating.” Lena looks back at you with a victorious smile, you smile back because you always knew it wasn’t true, but it’s funny seeing that getting on her nerves. “But the yelling part, that happened.”

“Fine.” It’s her way to admit defeat, which means she yelled for sure. “I yelled that she should just admit she loved me. And she kissed me-”

“And that’s when I knew, everyone before her was wrong for me.” Kara interrupts, making you and Lena smile. “And she was the only one I wanted to kiss for the rest of my life.”

“Aw.” It’s the only thing you can say. No matter how many times you hear this story, this is always your reaction to this part.

“Then we dated. Saved the world, almost destroyed the world once, saved it again. Traumatized Alex a lot.” Lena continues.

“Got married.”

“And had the world’s cutest baby.” Lena holds your hand on the other side of the table, and you smile, thankful.

“Oh yes. Our little potato with eyes.” Kara adds with a laugh, earning another eye roll from you.

“Ok, I’m starting to believe that.” You say and she pouts, reaching for your hand.

“Noooo, baby. You were so cute with those big blue eyes staring at us.” Kara smiles and you squint your eyes at her. “And the way you reached trying to grab my fingers.”

“Ok, I forgive you.” You joke, but Kara smiles thankful like it was exactly what she needed to hear.

“Anyways, that’s the story!” Lena finishes, and points at the food. “Can we please eat now?”

“Yeah.” You serve yourself, and start eating, only to realize you’re the only one doing so. You look up at your moms, and see them staring at each other with loving eyes, and that makes your heart grow bigger in your chest. You want that, exactly that for the rest of your life. “Oh my God,” You yell, making them look at you. “Why don’t you just admit you love each other?”

They laugh, and kiss, and exchange ‘I love you’, and you smile feeling way too excited in an almost floaty way. And then you think about how they went so long just being friends, when they just look at each other like that. They’re both doofuses. But they are your doofuses.

Notes:

We said no to James in this house and I’m not sorry ;)

[themadlostgirl]

Abandoned (11)

*That took longer than expected. Had to rewrite the beginning like five times cause I hated how it kept turning out. Bleh! But we got it now! Should have the next and final chapter of this mini-fic out soon! Love ya and enjoy!*

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As the years passed I found myself growing even more attached to Neverland. I had called it home for years already but after Peter told me he loved me it felt more permanent. I guess a part of me was always sort of waiting for my father to show up one day and take me away. Worried that he would return and ruin the peace and happiness I had found on Neverland.

He was the last person I had ever loved before he abandoned me. As much as I hated him there would be nights when I’d sit in my hut and his face would come to mind. The sound of his voice singing a lullaby to me that I only half remember. I would sit there simmering in my hatred and feelings of betrayal but down deep in my soul there was a twinge of sadness. Memories that feel more like dreams reminding me that for as angry as I was at him there was a time that I loved him. He was my family. My papa…

But that’s all gone. He left me. Traded me. I have a new family now. I know real love. Unconditional love.

Peter loved me exactly as I was. He never asked me change. He never forced me to do things I didn’t want to do. We had fun together. We told each other everything. He knew my deepest darkest secrets and in turn I was entrusted with his. He held me close and kissed me softly. HIs arms were the safest place I had ever known.

He was patient with me and despite how badly he may have wanted to escalate our intimate relationship he never pressured me. If anything he may have been too cautious but given what he knew of my history I didn’t blame him. I’d rather he be courteous than to just assume he’s okay to take what he wants from me. So when the day came that I knew I was ready I asked him to make love to me. He had been so nervous and I couldn’t help but tease him a bit despite my own nerves. It felt nothing like the first time I had sex. It was so much softer, slower, and all of my partner’s attention was solely on me. It felt like love.

After that first time things got a little intense. We may have made it our mission to christen every inch of the island. Soft and sweet love making in the meadows to hard and rough in caves, there was nothing more we cared about. Peter didn’t even return to camp for an entire week once because we were too wrapped up in one another. His body became as familiar to me as my own.

That isn’t to say that we didn’t drive each other mad either. There were days where I wanted to throw him off a cliff and he wished that I had never set foot in Neverland. For as stubborn as the both of us could be the fights never drove us apart for long. We would come back together and everything would be right with the world until we got annoyed and started another fight.

Through all of it I worried though. From what Peter told me all that time ago, he’s dying. He creeps closer and closer to death and there’s nothing I can do to help him. I ask for details, I ask if there is anyway I can help, and Peter tells me it is not for me to worry about. He assures me he has it all under control. That sentiment loses some of its reassurance when he comes to me shaking and pale as a ghost. It’s always after he visits Skull Rock and looks at the hourglass ticking away his life.

One of these such nights he found me at my camp and held me close for a long while not saying anything. Not that he had to. I just wish there was something I could do to help. I hate seeing him like this.

“My love?” I whispered. Peter sat between my legs with his head resting on my chest and his arms wrapped around me. “You need to tell me if there is some way I can help you.”

Peter sighed. “I told you, my pearl, there is nothing about my situation that you need to worry yourself over. Now be sweet and keep playing with my hair. That is helping immensely.”

“I feel like I should be doing more though,” I carded my fingers through his hair, “I don’t want to just stand idly by while you…” I couldn’t finish the thought. “I want to help you.”

“You already are.” He gazed up at me with those clear green eyes I loved so much, “I don’t need you to fight or search or anything like that. I want you exactly where you are now. I want to know that you are safe here, waiting for me. That is all I need.”

“But--”

“Hush now,” he kissed my palm, “You worry yourself so easily. Things are already in motion. I will be safe and far from death by the end of the week if things go according to plan.”

“What? Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“Because I fear it may stir up painful memories for you. The Truest Believer will be here soon and I have a plan for when he arrives. You are not a part of it and that is how it is going to remain. Do you understand?”

“But I can help!”

“My love, my precious pearl,” Peter smoothed a finger across my bottom lip, “You already are. I want you right here where I know you are safe. Stay here. That is how you will help me.”

“But I could do so much more.”

“I don’t need you to do anything more.” He kissed me gently, “Now please, can you obey me in this one thing? I need you to trust me on this. You do trust me, don’t you, my love?”

“Of course I trust you.” I sighed, defeated, “But you will let me know if you need me to do more, right?”

“Of course,” He laid his head back down.

The night the Truest Believer arrived I didn’t see Peter at all. He told me he would be gone from my side for the majority of the time the Believer was on Neverland. It wasn’t unexpected but the sting of loneliness crept in still.

After the first night without Peter I became restless. Despite Peter’s warning to remain at my camp I decided to take a short stroll through the jungle. There were adults running about somewhere trying to rescue the boy Peter had. It is such a big island though and I know every inch of it. What were the odds that I would run into one of these adults? Still, I strapped my sword to my hip just in case. Adults or not Neverland was still plenty dangerous, especially at night.

I meandered through the jungle with no real destination in mind. Maybe I would go to Peter’s Thinking Tree. It had to be more fun than sitting all alone in my hut back on the beach.

“My young love said to me, ‘My mother won't mind and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.’ Then she stepped away from me and this she did say, ‘It will not be long love till our wedding day.’” I sang quietly.

“She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair.” A voice from the deepest recesses of my mind answered with a melody as soft as it had been in my dreams. It was not a sound in my head though. It was much too real.

“And fondly I watched her move here and move there.” The foliage parted and in the moonlight appeared a troupe of adults but I only saw the one at the forefront. “Then she made her way homeward with one star awake. As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.”

He took a knee and gazed up at me, “Hello starfish,”

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

My father...my father was standing right in front of me after gods know how many years and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. I just stared at him as my mind went through a million emotions at once.

“Hook?” One of his party asked, a blonde woman, “Who are we looking at here?”

“My daughter,” he answered simply, “I told you I had informants in Neverland.”

“You have a kid?” The other adults looked at him in shock. “You never mentioned that you had a daughter before.”

“Yes, well--”

“What are you doing here?” I said, my voice shaky and choked. All eyes swiveled to me once again. I gazed down at my father as all the sorrow and anger I had been harboring for decades started to boil over.

“Darling,” He reached out for me but I jumped back so he couldn’t touch me. He sighed, “Starfish, I know that what happened in the past must have been a shock but I’m here now. I’m back and I desperately need your help. Then all of this can be undone. Things can go back to what they were before.”

How dare he. How dare he come back. How dare he kneel in front of me and ask for my help. Did he not know? Did he not realize what he had done? How could he come back here after decades and pretend like nothing had happened?

He took advantage of my silence to reach for me again. I was still trying to think of what to say or do when he grabbed hold of my hand. “Starfish,” He whispered the nickname like a plea, “I am so happy to see you again. Please, can you help us? We can get you out of here.”

“No...” I pulled my hand from him. Tears sprung to my eyes and there was nothing to do to stop them. “NO!” I screamed, “No! No! No! No! No!”

“Darling, please--”

“You abandoned me!” I wailed, years of pent up anguish spilling out at once, “You left me here! That is not just a shock! That is not something you get to brush aside like it wasn’t a big deal. You traded me away for your freedom and now you have the gall to come back here and ask for my help?”

“It was a lot more complicated than that--”

“No it wasn’t! You had a choice and you chose your freedom over me! Your daughter! You didn’t even try coming back for me!”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know what I endured after I was forced to leave you.”

“Forced? You were not forced. You could have told Peter no when he asked you to trade me. You could have kept me and we could have stayed together. We’d be marooned here but at least we would have been together.” I kicked him in the center of his chest so he went falling backwards. The other adults tensed, weapons aimed but no one made a move to stop me as I towered over him.

“And do not tell me that you endured anything like it was a struggle. I spent months alone on the beaches praying that you would return. I cried myself to sleep and pleaded with the universe to send you back to me. When I was finally given a chance to be reunited with you do you know what I found? I found you in a tavern drinking and having a merry time without me. I wasn’t even a thought in your head!”

“Starfish--”

“I am not your starfish! I am not your daughter! You do not get to call me that after what you did. After what you put me through. You betrayed me! You traded me to our enemy and you didn’t even care!”

“I’m here now though.”

“But not for me.” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “You knelt before me but it wasn’t with apologies or words of reassurance that you had come to rescue me. No. You returned and asked for my help like you have any right to it. Do not look for me again. Do not talk to me again. I want nothing to do with you.”

“Starfish, please,” He grabbed my arm, “Let me explain.”

“Let go of me!” I tried to pull my arm free.

“Hook, I think you should--” One of the other adults tried to intercede.

“No!” He pulled me closer, “Please, darling, I need you to listen to me. If you just give me the chance to explain then everything will be alright. We’ll get Henry and we’ll leave. You can leave this place and we can be a family again. I know I hurt you but we can still fix this.”

“You are not my family! I want nothing to do with you!” I kicked at him but he held me tighter.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Let go of me!”

“Starfish--”

“PETER!” I screamed. A hand was quickly clamped over my mouth but it was too late. Ominous clouds started to roll in casting the jungle into darkness. One of the adults conjured a ball of fire in her hands, the only source of light as the others strained to see in the dark. I felt a tingle go up my spine and relaxed.

“Get your hands off her.” Peter’s voice growled from the shadows. Father’s grip on me slackened for just a moment and I took the hesitation to rip myself away from him. I could make out Peter’s eyes glinting almost like a cat’s in the darkness and ran for him. He caught me in his arms and smoothed my hair, “Hush now, precious, it’s alright.”

“Pan,” Father barked, “Give me back my daughter!”

“And my son!” One of the women yelled.

“Neither of them are going anywhere. Especially not my Lost Girl.” Peter grinned. His thumb traced over my cheek wiping the tears that had fallen away, “Did the awful man make you cry, my love?”

I nodded. Peter pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Love?” The other man in the group spoke his eyes wide in disbelief. He turned to father, “Your daughter is dating Peter Pan?”

“No…” Father looked horrified as he took in our body language. "My daughter would never--"

"Well she's not your daughter anymore. She ceased to be yours the moment you sent her to me.” Peter held me closer, “And I swear if you try taking her I will gut every last one of you.”

“Remove whatever spell you placed over her!”

“There is no spell. Did you really think that you could leave her here for decades and that she would still be the loyal pirate you had set adrift in a rowboat? I welcomed her to my island as an equal, I made sure she was provided for and looked after. Then in time she welcomed me as her friend and eventually as her lover.” Peter’s smile grew wide with that sadistic edge I loved. “She makes just the cutest noises.”

“You vile bastard!” Father charged at us with his blade drawn and murder in his eyes. The next moment Peter and I were standing on the beach by my hut.

“Was that last comment so necessary?” I asked.

“You can’t blame me wanting to torture him a little after what he did.” Peter chuckled lightly. “But how are you, my love? I told you to stay here. Why did you go wandering?”

“I was bored and lonely so…” I shrugged. My body was still shaking.

Peter sighed and kissed my forehead. “Hush, my love, I can’t imagine what you must have been thinking seeing him again.”

“I said what I wanted to. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough though. I don’t think I can accurately put into words what he made me feel. He could never understand what I endured because of him.” More tears started to slip from my eyes. Peter brushed them away.

“Come back to camp,” He said, “I want to be able to watch over you.”

I nodded, too emotionally exhausted to fight him on this. We drew curious glances when we entered camp. One of the boys I did not recognize and I realized I now had a face to pair with the heart Peter needed. Peter ignored everyone’s whispering and led me to his tent.

“Will you be okay in here?” Peter asked. “If you need me I’ll be right outside.”

“I’m fine.”

“One second,” he left and came back with a canteen and a bowl of food. “In case you get hungry. I also grabbed a couple books from your hut in case you wanted something to do. Do you need anything else?”

“Can you sit here with me for a minute? I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Of course, precious,” He sat down next to me and pulled me into his lap. “You’d tell me if you really aren’t doing well, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” I buried my face in his neck. “Peter, I don’t know what game you are playing with these adults but if I can I want to be a part of it.”

“You already know why I won’t allow that.”

“Peter,” I fisted a hand in his tunic, “If you have the chance, leave Hook alive.”

“Why should I let that worm breathe after what he put you through?” Peter spat, “I should have killed him the second I saw him trying to take you.”

“No. Leave him alive and leave him to me.” Venom started to drip into my voice, “I want to be the one to kill him.”

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