#this is what happens when you find a fancast you want to use

[pretty-little-mind33]

FEM!READER WITH AN ABUSIVE/TOXIC EX (ft. aaron taylor johnson characters)

warnings: mentions of being in a toxic/emotionally and physically abusive relationship with someone, mentions of violence, sexual themes

includes - in said order

~ James Potter - harry potter marauder's era (yes ik it's technically a fancast but 🥺 he's my baby)

~ Tangerine - bullet train

~ Dave Lizewski - kick-ass

~ Count Alexei Vronksy - anna karenina 2012

~ Tom Ryder - the fall guy

~ @trollsareadorable hope you like this lovie! 🫶 ~

• James is very intuitive. It doesn't seem like he is, but he is. He's just a really caring person so he notices things that others don't.

• If you were friends first, he would have definitely already known that your ex was toxic/abusive and would have hated his guts. "You deserve better than him," or "he doesn't treat you like a gentleman should," type of conversations.

• If you weren't friends first and you were flirting after your break-up, he wouldn't initially think your shyness or your nerves were because anything bad had happened. Instead, he'd find it cute and would be super patient with you and be down to take things at your pace.

• James is a gentleman. His mom raised him right (Euphemia is a queen!) and so the idea of hurting a woman, especially one you're supposed to love, is unthinkable.

• So when you tell him about your ex, about his emotional/physical abuse, he'd be livid.

• James is extra careful with you after that, to the point where you have to tell him you're fine so he'll stop treating you like you're made of glass.

• When you run into your ex one night at a party, James notices you're acting strangely. "Love, are you alright? You look like you're gonna be sick," he'll say as he rubs small circles on your back.

• When you don't answer, he'll ask again. If you snap at him, he'll be hurt but he'll know something is wrong instantly.

• "You can tell me, dove. What has happened?"

• At the first sight of your tears, James's heart breaks and he ends up ushering you into a bathroom and soothingly caresses your cheeks with his thumb. When you tell him you saw your ex, it takes everything in him not to leave you and beat his sorry ass. He could—he has the build for it (okay Quidditch Captain 😵‍💫)

• Instead, he stays by your side and hugs you as you cry into his shirt.

• You're embarrassed for making a mess and crying like a baby but James isn't having it. "Don't be sorry, lovely. It's okay to have feelings and to show them," he'll reassure you. Maybe your ex didn't like when you cried so you tried to hide it from him but James knows you better.

• "C'mon, let's continue having some fun so you can forget about that bloody wanker," he'd kiss your forehead and take your hand, making sure you're next to him all evening. You've never felt happier and safer and your ex is completely forgotten.

• Tangerine has a temper. We all know this—and we all know he also has a potty mouth.

• Maybe you were coworkers first and he noticed how sensitive you were when he would raise his voice, or use some curse-words, but he starts to notice something is really wrong when you're visibly afraid to talk to guys at bars, even if it's just for fun.

• So, he would talk to you about it in private when he has the chance. "Hey, darlin', are ya okay? 'Cause you don't seem okay, y'know that guy at the bar wasn't tryin' to hurt ya, he just wanted to flirt. Did he make ya uncofmrotable," Tangerine's voice would be softer than usual.

• You open up to him, touched he cared enough to ask, and the moment he hears about your ex, he sees red. Tangerine is many things but he would never emotionally hurt or lay a hand on someone he loved ever.

• He looks at you with wide eyes, imagining your fearful expression at the hands of your ex, and his blood boils even more.

• He makes it his mission to help you feel safer around men—around him—and eventually, he falls in love with you and you fall in love with him. It takes you some time to fully trust him, but Tangerine eventually earns your trust because he shows you genuine love.

• He refrains from yelling around you and he doesn't use curse words that would remind you of the disgusting things your ex would call you. He adjusts.

• He's adaptable 😏🍊

• If you see your ex at the bar while you're refilling your drink one evening, you come back to Tangerine and you're friends and you're really quiet. More quiet than usual.

• In the beginning Tangerine is oblivious because he's joking with his friends. However, when you grasp his arm, watching your ex move across the room, he knows something is wrong. He sees where you're looking and turns you towards him gentle, one hand cupped under your chin.

• "Where'ya lookin', luv?" he'd ask and frown when he sees your glossy eyes.

• Tangerine hates when you cry—not because he's mad at you but instead because he hates knowing you're sad enough to cry. It makes him feel helpless, like he'd failed you.

• When you lean into him for comfort and tell him you saw your ex, he frowns and his eyes snap up to find your ex in the crowd. You tell him you're okay and you just want to go home, but Tangerine isn't having it.

• "That bastard hurt you. He doesn't get to get away with it," Tangerine hisses and kisses your forehead, "I'm just gonna go have a little chat with him."

• By little chat he means punching your ex so hard he breaks his nose—which leads to you, Tangerine, and your friends being kicked out of the bar.

• You're secretly very pleased to see your ex in pain and you feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing Tangerine is willing to protect you like that. You aren't mad at him, especially when he cuddles you back at your shared apartment.

• Dave is shy just like you, so in the beginning of your relationship he doesn't take your shyness as something bad. He likes that you're nervous, because he's also nervous.

• However, he also picks up on cues that something is really wrong—like when you over apologize, or do anything in your power to please him when he's being snappy/in a bad mood.

• Alarm bells ring in Dave's head and he asks you why you feel the need to constantly apologize or make yourself small when you think he wants it.

• Because he could never want that.

• When you tell him, he doesn't know how to react. His blue eyes go wide and his mouth opens. He feels angry and sad and confused all in one overwhelming ball of emotion.

• Who would dare hurt someone as kind and lovely as you? Dave simply doesn't understand.

• "Baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you," he whispers and holds your hand, squeezing, "I promise you I will never ever do anything like that to you. Ever, you hear me? You don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

• If you saw your ex at a party?! Dave would know immediately because you would find him and tell him. You trust him more than anyone and would need him comfort instantly.

• "Shh, you're okay, baby. We can leave if you want, yeah?" he'd say and kiss your cheek, holding your closer to him and ignoring his friends wanting him to stay.

• You see, Dave doesn't confront your ex. Dave isn't a confrontational person. Plus, he'd much rather make sure you're okay than go fight someone. He doesn't want you to see him be violent because it's such a contrast to his usual sweet self.

• But Kick-Ass? Kick-Ass can teach your ex a lesson without any questions or hesitation (he'll def ask Mindy for help bc she'd also be livid that someone hurt you).

• So that's what happens.

• Alexei is a very composed person. He's doesn't often show his anger and he never screams at you. Perhaps you were friend's first and then eventually he asked you to marry him—and that's when he began to see the signs that someone had been very ungentlemanly with you.

• You flinch when you accidentally break his crockery and it makes your cry—apologizing more than necessary which to Alexei isn't normal.

• He's wealthy after all! He can easily afford a new set and something like this shouldn't cause you any distress.

• Then, he sees how you cling to him during social events and always reassures him that when you speak to other men, you have no intention of being unfaithful and they're just friends. You would sound desperate, your eyes pleading with him to understand.

• Alexei never imagined you would and he frowns. "Whatever makes you think I'd assume you would play with another man? I trust you, sweetheart," he would whisper in your ear that evening, kissing your cheek.

• When you finally tell him the cause of your distress—an ex-husband (maybe he died)—and you tell him how he'd treat you extremely poorly and was extremely jealous and possessive.

• Alexei is shocked and disgusted but he is also offended that you would think so low of him and think he'd treat you the same way.

• However, he doesn't become angry and instead sees you need comfort and he whispers soothing words into your ear. "My darling dove, I would never lay a hand on you or make you feel dirty and less than me because you have friends. I am secure in this marriage. I know you only have eyes for me—as I only have eyes for you."

• Steamy, gentle, passionate sex to remind you that you deserve to be praised and worshiped and as your husband it's his duty to do just that. 😛

• Tom is an asshole. His ego is through the roof, he's immature, he mostly thinks of himself, he can be stupid, and he can be inconsiderate and crude. All these things are very very true.

• However, he also craves genuine intimacy and love. He's insecure like that (probably wasn't hugged enough as a child) so he's immediately drawn to your kindness.

• Say you're on the crew of his new movie (a camera girl? Makeup artist? Low ranking actress) and you're visibly nervous around him both because he's Tom Ryder and simply because of his reputation as a player.

• Players make you uncomfortable.

• He sees this and in the beginning, he likes teasing you. He thinks it's funny seeing you become flustered and hide from him.

• He thinks it's funny until one of his jokes goes too far and he makes you cry. Now, it's anything but funny and he feels like an asshole. He's not used to feeling like he's an asshole (he usually thinks too highly of himself).

• So, reluctantly he decides to apologize to you.

• He finds you outside the bathrooms, eyes teary and puffy. "Listen, babe, I didn't mean to make you cry so hard, kay? You look much prettier without all that snot on your face so gimme a smile, huh?" he say, still sounding like a bit of a jerk—he can't help himself—but he's trying.

• You're vulnerable so you end up spilling with a shaky voice that his joke reminded you of something your ex would say and you ramble on and on, unable to calm your mind.

• Tom's speechless (for once) as he listens.

• He may be an asshole, but he isn't abusive towards anyone he truly cares for so he doesn't understand your ex. He's now mad at himself and he's also secretly honored you opened up to him.

• He isn't use to sincerity or someone truly revealing themselves to him. He likes the feeling.

• Over the next weeks, he's kinder to you and he writes you little sticky notes and leaves them in your trailer/locker/wherever your stuff is with weirdly endearing messages.

• It's kinda sweet and eventually you crack.

• Tom Ryder is a surprisingly decent boyfriend. Sure, he still has an ego and he's still sometimes a jerk—but it's obvious he genuinely cares for you.

• He's by your side whenever you can be, reassures you when you're insecure and nervous around him and he's gentle with you.

• He knows you need that.

• "My sweet girl," he whispers in your ear between takes, making you feel like the only girl in the world, "So good for me, aren't you? I love you so much."

• And if he ever sees your ex and you end up crying or upset because of the jack-ass, he'll get his security team to hurt him. Badly.

• And then he'll buy you whatever you want to make you feel better! He likes spoiling you and he obviously has the money to do so.

[crazyk-imagine]

Old Age and Fated Bonds

Pairing: Felix Volturi X Hybrid!reader

Characters: Hybrid!reader, Alice Cullen, Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Demetri Volturi, Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Colturi, Jane Volturi

Warnings: Reader protecting themselves, fancast Felix is here to slay, Edward being a big dummy, reader butting head with the dumbass, reader teasing her mate, Felix teasing reader, the feeding scene, the feeding scene makes me feral, this became oddly sexual, these vampires know how to seduce someone, Felix gives baby sub vibes, Felix and reader are a power couple, I feel like I made the reader a little bipolar but-

Word Count: 2,496

A/N: I wrote the feeding scene before work, lost it and then had to back track before leaving. I was so pissed but it's good. It's exactly what I wrote but a smidge different

The Volturi forget reader is a hybrid even after Reneesme is born then they're like oh wait it can be true, we have proof

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"Felix, take your dearest to your room. We still have some unfinished business to attend to with the Cullens and Miss Swan."

He moves from beside you, placing a hand on your back to guide you out of the throne room.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Are you scared?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You haven't answered mine."

You purse your lips, rethinking whether he was hot or if you're so lonely you're desperate for contact. You don't glance up at him to know he's smirking.

"We're going to my room where you'll stay until I'm finished."

You scoff, "I'm not a dog."

"No, you are not."

"Thank you."

"Dogs know when to listen."

Your jaw drops, gaze falling onto the door as it clicks shut. You roll your head, listening to the cracking of your neck; wondering what you should do to get back at him for his comment.

You sit, thinking back to the moment that led you to your current predicament.

-

You made sure not to be too far from Alice, knowing she’d be more helpful to you than Bella or Edward.

You keep the block up in your mind, so he doesn't hear how much of an idiot he is.

The guards lead you to the infamous throne room.

You inwardly hum, taking note of every nook, crack, everything really.

It's such a gorgeous room, shame it's used for more torturing people for whatever they see fit.

You knew the Volturi had money (they've been around for so long, naturally they were bound to be rich). But seeing it, completely different than what the Cullens told you.

You glance back at the three and rush towards them, not needing to get lost or discovered. Someone would have a fit if that ever happened.

-

You're not paying attention to what the odd king is saying, not until a body being slammed down draws your attention to the people in front of you.

You step closer to the vampire with a pixie cut, watching as the tall and lean, attractive vampire practically throws Edward into the ground.

The corners of your lips twitch, not entirely empathetic towards him.

He made his bed, almost literally, and now he must lie in it.

You take the time to lean forward, wanting only her to hear you. "You didn't tell me they would be hot."

Edward groans, for more than one reason.

"Who said that?" Caius leans forward.

Aro claps with excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, crap."

"Demetri," Aro calls for him.

The vampire doesn't know what to do when he can't sense you.

He calls for the guard again, smile widening at his struggle to find you. "Magnifica!" He claps his hands.

Alice stands still, shaking her head.

You realize why she told you to stay quiet.

"Show yourself dear. I'd like it if you could show me who holds a power such as yours."

You don't move, clutching onto her coverup.

Aro notices and gestures for Jane to use her powers; they don't work because she can't see you.

Caius is irritated and demands you show yourself.

"Before you turned, weren't you ever scared? What do you expect me to do? Roll over and do as you say."

"That is no way to talk to your kings."

Edward huffs, "would you stop delaying this and show yourself already."

They can't see you to see your sarcastic and menacing smirk, although the tallest guard can sense a change in your attitude.

"Excuse me for one second." You stand before him, opening your mind slightly so he knows where to look. "I am so tired of your shit Edward, and you've pissed me off enough today." You hit him in his stomach.

He removes himself from Bella (who screams for someone to help him); as he bends forward, holding it; you grab him by his neck.

You had yet to realize as you fight him, you're not using your power and begin showing yourself.

You lean close to his ear, "better hold on. Wouldn't want you to fall before I'm through with you." You lift him off the ground, his feet dangling (shocking everyone watching) and slam him into the ground.

Kneeling beside him, applying pressure to your grip, watching as the crack appears. "Next time, don't piss me off." You push yourself off the ground, brushing away the imaginary dirt.

You slowly lift your head, realizing they can see you. A shy smile breaks onto your lips, followed by a nervous chuckle, "hey."

Aro claps his hands like crazy, walking towards you with a bounce in his step.

An unmuted scent floods Felix's nose as he stares at you, somehow finding his way beside you.

You notice the way the silent king is gesturing for his brother. "I think your friend wants to chit chat."

He turns and reaches for his hand. "What a pleasant surprise and all thanks to the Cullens and Miss Swan."

You furrow your brows, turning around towards Alice. "Alice?"

She hums.

"I would remove yourself from my sight before I do the same to you as I did your brother."

Her eyes widen, this was not how today was supposed to end. "What? I-"

"Do as I say, they already have someone waiting at the door to escort you. I don't appreciate being lied to and I will not tolerate it. If you don't want your major to end up in a fight, I'd leave."

The three walk away.

You huff, crossing your arms before smirking. "I know you want to hurt me, blondie."

Her glare hardens.

You spin around and chuckle before finding the king’s eyes on you. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"A pleasant discovery has been made today. You are Felix's mate. How wonderful."

You stare at the weird king. "This is not where I saw today going."

He giggles, "I know, dear, but now you get to enjoy your new life within the walls of this castle."

"Is that supposed to persuade me?"

He merely smiles.

-

Some time passes and he's back.

"You haven't moved?"

"I have nowhere to go. No plans, no friends."

He removes his cape, carefully hanging it up.

"Aren't you going to be punished for not wearing a piece of your ensemble?" You chuckle.

He finds himself smirking, it was a good joke (or is he just saying that because of the bond, he doesn't care because you're all he cares about). "Funny."

"I know I am."

"Do you-" he struggles to find the words, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about?"

"You know what I'm referring to."

You roll your eyes and chuckle to yourself.

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head to look at him. "I will not allow bratty behavior to come from you."

Your eyes widen.

The corner of his lip curves upward, "still think I'm hot?"

"You know I'm not afraid to fight you."

"I know, watching you take down the Cullen was," he leans in, nuzzling his nose underneath your jawline, placing a tender kiss there. "The highlight of finding my mate."

You melt under his touch before realizing the words he said. You push him back. "I'm sorry. What?"

"You're my mate."

"I heard that."

"It didn't sound like it."

"I," you push yourself out of the seat, walking past him; not noticing him drooling over you as you do.

His eyes never left you as you pace and unintentionally use your powers. He settles himself in the chair. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm still here," you tell him, standing beside him. "It's just- it's a lot to take in, you know."

He nods, "I understand."

"How are you so calm?"

"One of us has to."

You purse your lips.

He reaches for you, pulling you into his lap to calm you. "I know it's going to take a lot before we have a proper bond of trust built but believe me when I say, I'm with you. You are not alone."

You snuggle deeper into his embrace, eyes closing as today’s events took a lot of your energy.

He settles you into his perfectly made bed, watching over you for a few minutes before exiting the room, grabbing his cloak on the way out.

-

You wake, finding no one around.

It saddens you a bit, but you know that he is a busy man and just because he's found you doesn't mean his schedule is going to change entirely.

The burning in your throat returns, how long has it been since you fed? Apparently too long.

You exit the room and search for something, anything to satisfy yourself.

You know a feeding tour is going to happen tonight, they mentioned it earlier.

-

You wander through one too many halls and the faint scent of humans’ wafts through your nose. You follow and find a group being led into the room; you can only assume is the waiting room.

You manage to sneak in using your powers, giving you the advantage of pretending to be one of the tourists and the opportunity to pull one of the humans with you, sinking your fangs into their neck.

The others finish, but you continue, always being one to take your time making it more special (in case it was ever your last time or before you met the Cullens).

Demetri rapidly taps on his friend's shoulder.

Felix groans, tossing the person he fed on aside. "What?"

"Look."

He turns in the direction of where his friend was pointing and finds a peculiar sight. "I think your mate is more than what the kings realized."

He steps away, ignoring the babbling as he makes his way towards you.

You open your eyes, giving whoever is petting your hair a fierce look.

How dare they interrupt your feeding until your eyes focus and you find your mate in front of you, his body blocking yours.

He removes his hand from your hair, reaching for the human's wrist, slowly sinking his fangs into their skin.

As you two finish, he tosses them aside, reaching for your chin.

He pulls you closer like he did earlier, his cold breath fanning against your warm and bloodied lips, sticking his tongue out, licking the last remains away; only he can leave marks on his beloved. "You have some explaining to do."

You nod as if hypnotized before yawning. "After a nap, I can explain everything to you."

He nods and lifts you up into his arms, letting you settle in before he starts exiting the room; ignoring the teasing looks he knows Demetri is throwing his way.

He debates on setting you in his bed or sitting in the chair and letting you rest on him directly. He pulls the covers over you and listens to your soft and calm breathing.

-

You wake to a dark room but know he's still nearby, turning to find your suspicions to be true.

He stays still, keeping his gaze on the book.

"It's upside down."

He tries to read a page and flips it over, finding it to be true. "No wonder I couldn't read it." He furrows his brows, "how'd you know?"

"I sold that book to an annoying man back in my younger days."

"How old are you?"

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. "You know, it's never wise to ask a woman her age."

"I can handle you, I'm not afraid to ask." You sped out of the bed, using your powers to gain the upper hand and yank him out of the chair, straddling his lap. Your hand on his neck keeps him hooked to the ground.

He stares up at you amazed by every way you move and think. His hands find their way towards your hips, grounding you to him as if you could sink further into his grasp.

"I'm old, honey."

"Yet you've never looked younger," he smiles up at you.

You roll your eyes and push yourself off him, "you're just desperate for my touch," you tell him with a teasing tone.

He watches you walk around the room before taking your place on the bed.

You cross one leg over the other and slightly lean back, letting your neck rest on your shoulder. "Do you plan on telling them or should I?"

He's quiet, not ready to share you with anyone else (you assume).

"We can wait till tomorrow."

He nods, preferring that option.

"If your friend can keep his mouth shut."

Felix rubs his face with annoyance.

"If he does blab, you should at least know... I'm a rare breed as they say."

"What does that mean?"

"I can survive on human food or blood. My father was a vampire while my mother was human."

"And... then you arrived?"

You nod. "Apparently, my father was, as some say, a man whore and fell for my innocent, virgin mother then their miracle baby arrived but when she died, so did he."

"Why?"

"They were mates, the purest of bond for mates."

"But you were left alone?"

"A doctor found me," a fond smile breaks out onto your face, "and helped the any way he could before he got sick."

"How'd you get involved with the Cullens?"

"I may have," you shrug. "Had to get them out of town before our kind was discovered."

He nods.

"How do you feel?"

"About?"

"This whole mate thing. It was thrown upon you; you didn't really have a choice in this."

"I'm surprisingly, fine."

"Fine? Just fine? I'm kind of freaking out here again and- hey!" You tilt your head to stare into his eyes. "You licked me."

"That was hours ago."

"I- shut up."

He smirks.

-

You don't know when you fell asleep but find yourself waking just before sunrise. You push yourself up and look around the room, searching for the large man (you get to call yours).

"Looking for something?"

You tilt your head and offer a sleepy smile.

"No."

Felix raises a brow, clearly not believing a word out of your mouth. "I informed the kings of what you told me."

"And what they say?"

"Master Aro was pleased. Master Marcus was happy to inform me of our bond and it will become stronger with time."

"The blond one?"

"Master Caius is... it's hard to tell what he's feeling."

You open your mouth to call his name but find yourself drawing a blank. "What was your name again?"

"You don't know my name?"

"The weird one only said it once, what am I supposed to remember every name I hear? I'm a hybrid, not working at a place where I have to remember everyone's names."

He can't help but chuckle, surprised that you two didn't at least share this simple piece of information. "Felix. My name is Felix."

You smile and tell him yours in return. 

[thebisexualdogdad]

Could you do Felicia Hardy smut headcanons please?

Felicia Hardy x GN!reader

*Danielle Rose Russell used as fancast*

**I think about sex with Felicia far too often* *

● Felicia's sex drive is off the charts

● seriously, she needs to cum at least twice a day to feel even remotely satisfied

● and if you aren't there to make it happen she has plenty of toys to get the job done

● she owns quite the lingerie collection

● so many black lace pieces

● her favorites are see through bras because she knows those drive you particularly crazy

● "see something you like?" She'll say standing in the doorway of your bedroom in nothing but a revealing lace bra and panty set

● and it drives her crazy when you worship her tits

● sucking and toying with her nipples

● making her cum just from stimulating her chest

● having her ride your thigh while you're lavishing her breasts

● and leaving hickies all across her skin

● she melts when you call her a good girl

● you will be in the middle of a heist and she'll pull her zipper down ever so slightly to tease you with her tits

● "better pay attention love don't want to set off the museum alarm now do we?"

● "how the hell am I supposed to focus when you're taunting me like that?"

● "what can I say? I have great assets"

● "you sure do Felicia, you sure do"

● there's nothing she loves more than oral

● doesn't matter if she's giving or receiving

● you frequently wake up to her settled in between your legs

● and she works you like a pro giving you an incredible start to your morning

● and you always make sure to return the favor

● spending hours between her legs leaving your bedsheets absolutely soaked from how many times she cums

● anytime you run into her ex Odessa it ends in you two bringing her back to your place for a threesome

● Odessa always praises Felicia for finding someone so good in bed

● "at least I know you are being well taken care of Felicia"

● "you haven't even seen their best work"

● anytime you score huge on heists you have insane celebratory sex

● fucking on every surface of your apartment possible

● bringing out your special occasion toys

● speaking of, your toy box is full of contraptions that most people have never even heard of

● Felicia's got a list of kinks so long you'll never run out of new things to try

● and she introduces you to positions that shouldn't be humanly possible

● mid heist quickies that get your adrenaline pumping

● her bending over for no real reason just to show off her ass in her tight leather suit to turn you on

● you have no problem when Felicia flirts with people to either get intel or to steal something from them

● no one can resist her and she gets her prize every time

● "what do you think this watch is worth? 15-20k?" She grins walking back to your table after swiping a watch off some rich guy at the bar

● "whatever it's worth it's definitely paying for our next trip to Europe" you say kissing her proudly

● it's honestly pretty hot watching people hit on her knowing you're the one who gets to take her home

● but when certain people get a little too handsy with her she will drag you somewhere more private to ensure you that you are the only one she wants

● you guys have a nice big apartment that overlooks New York city but it is fun to break into penthouses and luxury hotels for a change of scenery every so often

● and when you travel you book the nicest hotels to screw around in

● fucking her on balconies with breathtaking views

● everyday is an adventure with Felicia

● and you wouldn't give it up for anything

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.11

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Shanda begins to see the depth of Benjicot Blackwood.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, mentions of violence, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, complicated family dynamics, feud behavior, misplaced rage, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

If you’re thinking wow there’s no plot. Thats because I’m great at delaying. But if you’re thinking girl get a grip, there is a reckoning coming for Benji. He’s just playing 4d chess rn. I was listening to this song while writing this, if you want the vibes. It is a cliffhanger bc I have work agony.

Shanda was pacing in front of her window. All she ever did was pace these days. Back and forth like a caged animal. She wondered when she would rub a hole through the stone. She’d overheard something she wasn’t supposed to.

“…burned through the night. Amos sent a letter blaming us of course.”

“Do we know who cou…”

The guard who had definitely not been where he should’ve had wandered back and intercepted her. He hadn’t even asked how she had gotten out of her room. Blackwood guards truly were incompetent. She doubted he’d even mention she had been out. The snippet was enough to snap her back to reality. Something had happened back home and her father was accusing the Blackwoods. Nothing new there but it was the implication that struck her. Had her father written to lay blame on them? Why hadn’t any of them tried to contact her?

If she didn’t get out of this castle soon she was going to start climbing the walls. She had never had this much free time to sit and think. She was stewing in her own thoughts. So she paced to give herself something to do physically while her mind turned in pointless circles. The first point being she hated Benjicot Blackwood. Hated him with a deep and ugly passion that burned dark and slow inside of her. She wanted to end him and ruin that horrible triumphant expression he always wore. The second point was that she was a filthy hypocrite who couldn’t hold onto any brainpower when he invaded her space. Underneath that burning hatred was a simmering flame of desire that spiral out of control in his presence. So she went round and round in a cycle of anger and shame.

Then she would wait for him to show up and start the cycle all over again. She’d immediately blocked his words from her mind. She couldn’t bear to think about it. He’d struck her low by bringing her mother up and she wished she could talk to her mother. But on second thought maybe not. Her mother would’ve seen through her in an instant and would not allow her to lie to herself. Okay, then what should I do? She asked herself, pausing in her hurried pacing to stare outside.It was almost sunny, the overcast clouds covered the sky but they were thin allowing light to shine through. He’d exposed her weaknesses and was playing her way too easily. She needed to find something to use to her advantage, maybe she could find a way to sway him into giving her what she wanted most.

Information was the most valuable currency and she was so in the dark she might as well be beneath the ground. She knew whatever he did tell her would be slanted of course but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth hearing. She would just have to buck up, she couldn’t stand around blushing forever.

***

“She just stands around blushing. It’s quite cute I must admit.” Ben said to his aunt, staring dreamily off into space.

“You know there’s more to marriage than staring at each other right?”

He shot her a questioning look. Surely she didn’t mean…? Alysanne snapped her fingers at him.

“Think with your brain, Benjicot! Your wife will help you run this place, have you tried to get her interested in the house duties?”

He frowned. How was he supposed to do that when the girl couldn’t look him in the eyes?

“She’s timid.” He said defensively.

“You’re a pig. Give her space to breathe, you’ll find most people think better that way.”

“Mm. I don’t think we want her thinking that clearly. She might remember we’re ‘mortal enemies’.” He smirked thinking of her trying to convince herself of that fact by reminding him of the feud he was still actively fighting. When he wasn’t with her he was bloodying Brackens across the borderlands with impunity. It was almost the perfect life and it would be perfect when she was his wife. A scheme Alysanne was reluctantly a part of mostly because she couldn’t think of a good way to stop him. He’d set too much of it in motion without her knowledge. Alysanne wasn’t involved with borderland guard rounds.

“I gave you less than an inch, Benji. Just do guard duty and figure out whose crossing onto our side of the river.”

“I did both Aly.”

“You started a fiasco because you can’t keep your dick in your pants! And you had better hope that this little plan of yours works or you won’t have to worry about fighting in a war. Because I’ll kill you in front of Elmo Tully and save us all the trouble!”

He shrugged, grinning at her. “It’ll work. She’ll do fine at her duties. Stone Hedge is literally burning without her. Seems she does all the management there anyway. Having her will cripple them immensely.”

“I just want you to think about the consequences of your actions before you act, Benji.”

“Acting is so much fun though, dear Aunt.”

“One of these days it's going to backfire on you, Benjicot! Mark my words.”

Ben was already walking off though, he’d come to update his aunt on the affairs in the Borderlands and ended up with a scolding he promptly ignored. He needed a bath, so he headed up to his chambers. But paused outside of Shanda’s room. Ear pressed against her door he could hear the scuff of her shoes brushing the stone floor. She was pacing again. He fought back a chuckle.

He had her exactly where he intended. Flustered, confused and ashamed. There was no shame in his eyes over the attraction situation but she would not be able to look her family in the eyes. And that would play into his hand perfectly. Lord Tully would pick up on her nervous energy in a second and try to flay her open for answers. The conflict in the borderlands was trying to escalate but Ben had strict instructions for the guards to pull back if they couldn’t downgrade the fights to fists only. Killing a Bracken wouldn’t reflect well on him now, with her so wound up, looking for a reason good enough to condemn him for. He pushed the door open.

***

“If you need some exercise we could always start wrestling again.”

Shanda whipped her head around, glaring at the heir before continuing to pace, ignoring him. He was covered in blood. Splashes of it coated his shirt, staining it dark brown. Whatever messed up idea was running through his head did not concern her. She should be worrying about her brothers and sending curses through the sands of time to condemn the Blackwoods to generations of misery.

“Would you care to take a walk with me? I was thinking of swinging by the library. Could be a good opportunity for you to get out of this room.”

She stopped pacing then. She would kill to see what books the Blackwoods had stashed in their library. She might not worship the old gods like them but she recognized the value in preserving old information. And those who did worship the old gods had a reverence for the past while others did not. How he could be so infuriating one second and then so thoughtfully sweet the next was mind boggling. She didn’t know what to make of his constantly switching moods. But she did want to go to the library. She just wished she’d thought to ask Alysanne to take her instead.

“Wouldn’t you like to clean up a bit first?” She replied, folding her hands in front of her. She squared her shoulders, trying to steel herself for his answer.

But Benjicot was strangely normal about it, just nodding. Then disappearing without a word, only to arrive minutes later hair dripping. For a torturous moment her mind conjured the image of him sliding in a tub, chest smeared in blood. And she had turned a shade of bright red before shaking the image away. He didn’t comment on her face if he’d noticed. Just offered his arm and led her from the room. The halls of Raventree were a maze of twisting walls, which is why she’d been unsuccessful in sneaking out.

Everytime an incompetent guard left his post, she would slip out of her room and try her odds. But she always ended up lost and would lie if asked about it. That’s how she’d heard about the conversation concerning Stone Hedge. The halls never seemed to end though and the heir took her a different route every time they went anywhere, deliberately misleading her.

They walked in a relatively relaxed silence. She was anxious but then she was always anxious these days. She yearned to be in her own room again. She wanted to hug Martyn until winter came and knock Royce over the head. Instead she sighed and kept walking.

“Care to share your thoughts?” He asked, his voice was soft and low in the empty halls.

The sound of it made her stomach flip.

“You wouldn’t like to hear them.”

“I want to hear anything you have to say. Good or bad.” He said firmly.

She didn’t believe him. There were plenty of things she could say that would set him off in some manner. But she was enjoying the calmer mood so she didn’t say anything at all. Just walked in calm silence until they reached the library. The doors were a strong wood, carved with the visage of a weirwood tree. It struck her as eerily similar as the image of the stained glass window in the sept at Stone Hedge. But she didn’t get to admire them long before Benjicot had pushed them open.

She was greeted with shelves that stretched much higher than she’d ever seen and at least three times as large as the one at Stone Hedge. She knew why the rumor was the Blackwoods had stolen Raventree from them. She was envious enough of the library she would take up the cause, true or not. She’d forgotten about the man beside her as she stepped in looking up in awe. Normon would have to triple his citadel book stealing if they hoped to have half of this much valuable information.

“Come over here.”

She turned around to see Benjicot at a table, motioning her over. Reluctantly she walked over to see what he wanted to see her. He was bent over some map sprawled out haphazardly. Upon closer inspection, it detailed all of Westeros. It was incredibly detailed.

“Where’d you get this?”

He looked up from his hunched position to answer. “I made it, of course.”

That shook her up a bit and she touched the gold leafed edges, rubbing the paper in between her fingers. It was too beautiful and delicate to have been made by him. She let her eyes scan over the whole of the map before they fell upon her house. Without meaning to, she ran her fingers over the image of Stone Hedge.

Then she looked back at him. He was looking at her already, predictably. “It’s impressive. I didn’t know you could hold an ink brush that delicately.” It was a backhanded compliment but the nicest she’d ever verbally been to him.

“You don’t know a lot about me. Why don’t you have a seat?”

He pulled a chair out for her and she eyed him skeptically. He was being too polite again and then usually precipitated a hand around her neck. But she sat anyway. She watched with a careful intensity as he grabbed various books from the shelves around them. She could see the ripple of his back muscles every time he reached up to grab a book.

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

FIFTEEN

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic. So, dear readers, just as in this fanfic it's meant to imagine Remus Lupin as being Andrew Garfield and Sirius Black as being Ben Barnes, now I present to you the fancast of Severus Snape as being actor Enzo Vogrincic. Imagine him as Snape if you can.

FOURTEEN. SIXTEEN

And in the darkness, you find despair. With no idea where you are, you feel a deep, agonizing pain in your head. When you touch your forehead, particularly near the spot where it hurts, you look at your hand and see blood. Before you can panic, you hear a faint murmur, immediately remembering the children who were with you in the car. The car that flipped over, magically, after dinner. The dinner that was a gathering of you and other Hogwarts professors.

"Professor Y/L/N, I'm scared. What happened to us?" Draco asks as soon as he notices you have opened your eyes. The poor boy is terrified, with Harry's head resting on his shoulder. Harry's eyes are closed, which sends you into a panic. You crawl over to them, across what appears to be an improvised cell. You are trapped in a small space with iron bars.

"Draco, my dear, stay calm. Let's see if Harry can wake up first. Then we'll figure out what's happening. I know it's hard, but try not to be afraid. I will protect the three of us; I promise you that." You say, watching Draco's small but frightened face soften. Even though you don't know what is happening, you know you will protect your students, no matter the cost. You then move closer to Harry to see if he is breathing normally. Fortunately, he seems to be just asleep. Perhaps it was the shock of the whole situation. He has a small cut on his lower lip, while Draco, who recently recovered from the incident with the horse, has a bruise on his eyebrow.

"We are not just the three of us. Professor Black is here. I tried calling him, but he won't wake up. I…" Draco hesitates, trying to hold back his tears, but you can see he is about to burst into sobs. You look Draco in the eyes, even before trying to see where Sirius is, and gently run your hand over his face. As if to comfort him, you lightly caress his cheek. He looks at you, understanding that this gesture is meant to calm him. He takes two deep breaths. "I'm scared for us, Professor. I don't want to die like this," Draco says with a tone of fear, tears streaming down his face.

You want to tell him that he won’t die, but the truth is you don’t know what’s happening. Just hours ago, the four of you were in Sirius’ car, heading to the village restaurant where you were to meet some professors, your father, Dumbledore, and Narcissa. That's why you and Sirius are taking Potter and Malfoy with you. Potter’s parents requested that he be at the dinner because they had a very important announcement to make, while Narcissa wanted to say goodbye to Draco as she would be away from her son for a while.

— A FEW HOURS BEFORE YOU WERE CAPTURED —

Draco is touching everything. Literally. He has been bothering Harry for at least twenty minutes. Sometimes he pokes Potter's scar on his forehead, and at other times, he simply tugs gently at Potter's hair. Harry, in turn, elbows Draco each time he gets on his nerves. Sirius is more focused on the road than on the boys, so it’s up to you to intervene. Using your hand to separate them, you give them a stern look while turning slightly to keep an eye on them.

"If you poke your finger into my cheek one more time, I’ll bite it off and spit it out on the street," Harry threatens, staring directly at Draco. It’s amusing to see them arguing while wearing their little suits. Harry and Sirius are wearing matching suits and are constantly fiddling with their collars. Draco, who asked for your help with his tie, is dressed in his fancy, tailored suit.

"Scarface, I’d love to care about your empty threats, but unfortunately, I don’t. Maybe if you started being more dangerous, I’d take you seriously," Draco says, acting like the bravest boy in the world. Harry doesn’t think twice and slaps Draco in the face. Both of them look surprised that Potter actually hit Draco. You widen your eyes and then gently tap Sirius on the arm, as if seeking support.

"Potter, put your hand down immediately. Both of you need to behave better, otherwise, I will fail both of you. No matter how unfair it may seem. And guess what, you’ll both have to attend remedial classes. And I’m sure Professor Black here will do the same." You use your authoritative tone, looking at Sirius, who seems to be suppressing a laugh but nods in agreement with what you’ve said. He pulls up in front of the restaurant where everyone must be waiting for you. Lupin arrives shortly behind you on his motorcycle, a gift Sirius gave him a few years ago for his birthday. For obvious reasons, Lupin didn’t want to join you in the car. Who would want to be stuck between Potter and Malfoy for almost an hour?

"You look like a dysfunctional family," Lupin says as he removes his helmet and watches you, Sirius, and the boys get out of Sirius' car. Sirius smiles, finding it amusing, while you and the boys give Lupin a judgmental look at his comment.

"No unnecessary comments, Remus. We are here to enjoy a good meal in peace." You say, lightly hitting Lupin's arm, who laughs. He and Sirius really complement each other.

"I would never be part of Potter’s family," Draco says as he moves closer to you, looking at Lupin with a certain petulance. Harry, however, is too excited to be about to see his parents and be with his godfather to care about the comment. Moments later, you find yourselves standing in front of a table at the restaurant, already occupied by Harry’s parents, James and Lily; your father, Dumbledore; Narcissa, Bellatrix, Peter, and Snape. You are very surprised by Snape’s presence, considering he is supposed to be in the United States trying to recover his memory.

"What is that damn son of a bitch doing here?" Sirius questions as soon as he lays eyes on Snape, who looks back almost without reaction. You turn to look at Sirius, who is right behind you, holding Harry’s hand. Without saying anything, you hope Sirius understands the silent plea for him to calm down in your eyes.

"In reality, I wish to apologize for any inconvenience my previous actions may have caused. I hope we can start afresh now that we will be working together." Snape says, standing up from the end of the table as if formally apologizing. You, Sirius, and Lupin exchange confused glances, only stopping when you see Harry and Draco running towards their mothers.

"Harry, my love. Your father and I have missed you so much. We want to introduce you to someone. Meet Harriet Potter, your little sister. We were eager to tell you about her, but since my health was fragile during the pregnancy, your father and I decided to wait until she was born to show her to you." Lily Potter then picks up a small baby girl from a stroller near where she is sitting. The child is sleeping peacefully, being watched by everyone, especially her older brother.

"I missed you so much, Mom. And you too, Dad," Harry says, kissing his mother's cheek and then running into his father's arms. James picks up his son and hugs him tenderly. You, Lupin, and Sirius stand still for a few more minutes, watching everything. Draco is whispering something in his mother's ear while she embraces him. Everyone seems to be reconnecting with their loved ones.

"I hope you'll excuse me for leaving this dinner in such a hurry, but my flight to London is soon, so I must go. Thank you for the invitation, Dumbledore," Narcissa says as she stands up and heads towards the exit of the restaurant. Before she leaves, she pulls you aside.

"Take care of him for me. He'll need you more than you can imagine." Narcisa says as she prepares to leave the restaurant. You tense up at the way she speaks.

"I will take care of him, but why does this feel like a farewell?" you ask, watching a saddened Draco adjust himself in his chair, waiting for someone to sit beside him. Narcissa takes one last look at her son, then turns back to face you.

"There are things in motion that I can't explain right now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And one more thing, if you need a quick fix, remember to look in your coat pocket." Narcisa speaks all mysteriously and without further ado, she leaves.

"Professor, sit next to me. I don’t want to be between Professor Lupin and Professor Black," Draco almost shouts, waving his hand towards the chair beside him. You let out a small laugh as you watch Sirius and Lupin give Draco disapproving looks, which Draco responds to with a false smile.

"Since everyone is here, I know my beloved has news to share with everyone. Especially my dearly beloved daughter," Grindelwald says, gently touching Dumbledore's hand as he stands up while you sit next to Draco and Lupin. Sirius is on the other side of Draco, next to Snape, who looks uncomfortable under Sirius' hateful glare.

"Dear guests, I hope you enjoy the evening and the delicious food served here. But first, I want you to know that we are here to announce the return of James and Lily to Hogwarts as head professors. This does not mean that you, Y/N, are being dismissed. In fact, despite the incidents, your equestrian class has left many students enthusiastic. So we will be officially transferring you to that class," Dumbledore says with a tone that seems overly optimistic for your taste. Surely there was a better way to convey this, perhaps even something more personal.

"I hope you don’t mind, Y/N," Lily says, holding her daughter in her arms and keeping Harry’s hand clasped, as if wanting him close as much as possible.

"Dear, surely Y/N knew that at some point you would return to teaching in her place. But know that it will be a pleasure to have you on the Hogwarts teaching staff, Y/N. I know Lupin and Sirius must be driving you more insane than the students," James Potter says for the first time, being somewhat blunt but also kind. Perhaps Harry took after his father’s temperament, after all.

"You have no idea how much they are driving her crazy," Bellatrix, who had been silent until now, comments while sipping from her wine glass. You give her a slightly uncomfortable look, as her remark seems to carry a hint of malice.

"If you know your students, you know that nothing could be more maddening than they are. But at least I'm having fun. And it will be an honor to be officially part of the Hogwarts teaching staff," you say, trying to brush off Bellatrix's comment. Moments later, however, she stands up and extends her glass, as if preparing to make a toast.

"To our dear new head professor, I wish you much wisdom in your future endeavors. Something tells me that many surprises await you," Bellatrix says, somewhat intoxicated. Despite her state, everyone toasts to her words, even those without anything in their glass.

The next moments are filled with new interactions. Draco chats with you, Lupin, and Sirius, giving Harry some time to enjoy with his parents. The Potters seem to be in a happy family bubble, occasionally talking with you. Malfoy appears to have discovered that provoking Black is almost as invigorating as bothering Potter. You eat while intentionally avoiding interaction with your father and Dumbledore. You don’t understand why your father would bring Snape to this dinner or why Dumbledore would announce Lily’s return so abruptly without even talking to you. Your life seems to be a loop of people making decisions about your future without consulting you. By the end of the night, you and the Potters leave the restaurant together.

"Harry, my boy; behave on the way back. Obey your teacher, your godfather, and your almost-uncle. I trust you." James bends down to kiss his son's forehead as they say goodbye. Lily and James won’t be going to Hogwarts yet because they need to go to London for a personal matter. Lily is rocking Harriet in the stroller, so she gives her son’s hand, which is holding onto her dress, a kiss.

"We love you, Harry," Lily says, looking at her son. He smiles with such happiness, it feels like a fairy tale. Draco appears sad watching this moment. Perhaps he envies how Harry's family shows love and seems so in sync. You then gently hold Draco’s hand, looking at him with kindness.

"It was a wonderful dinner, but we need to head out soon. I look forward to having the perfect family at Hogwarts soon," Sirius says, giving little Harriet a kiss on the forehead and holding Harry’s hand to lead him to the car. Lupin heads towards his motorcycle as he says his goodbyes, and then you’re on the road. James and Lily’s car is just ahead of yours when suddenly, there’s an explosion. Harry's parents' car is on fire, right in front of you.

"Sirius, we have to go help." You say as you watch the flames grow. Sirius lets out a desperate scream.

"I can't stop the car. The brakes aren't fucking working." Sirius says while looking terrified at you. Draco and Harry begin to despair, especially Harry.

"We're going to die." Draco says as the four of you see that you're going to crash into Harry's parents' car.

"Get out of the car. Quickly." You say it, not really sure if it's the right thing to do, but it's what comes to your mind. Draco and Harry look at each other and then take off their seat belts. Sirius slows the car down as much as possible and in the next minute, the four of you jump out of the car.

— PRESENT TIME —

You manage to crawl to where Draco said he saw Sirius. He is unconscious and visibly more seriously injured. You place your head on his chest and feel his breathing is very weak. You want to panic, but you try to stay strong, at least while Draco is looking to you for hope.

"My brother has always been a fan of dramatic scenes. Here’s a first aid kit and some food. I recommend you don’t try any funny business." A male voice says in the darkness. You see a first aid kit and a tray of food being dragged towards you by a young man, who is likely Sirius’ brother. The young man leaves the cell right after, leaving you to care for Sirius, Malfoy, and Potter.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[errruvande]

So, your OC, why don't you present her to us?

You said she was a friend of Eomer and Eowyn? Can we know more?

yes, yes, I am curious!

Be careful, I might ask even more questions!

haah Emma i'm glad you're interested enough in my little OC 💖😭

Yes, they are friends with both Eomer and Eowyn, tho she's a tiny bit more close to Eomer, i'd say. They first met when they were kids (she was 12 back then, Eomer just a year older). She kicked his ass in front of his friends tho. That was his first impression: a girl who kicked his royal little ass, and they were together ever since (rascals, i mind you)

I wanted to do a proper chapter with a quick dive into her childhood and how she met Eomer, but I guess i can leave something here as well ahah

Her father is a smith in Edoras (they moved there after some events in their small city) and he started to care for the Eored's swords and armor. Once he asked Flae (it's a short from Flaedwyn) to go to the training field and gather the princes' swords, cause they had to be maintained, and there she stumbled across very cocky young man 😅 Flae kinda humiliated him and his friends with how good he handled the sword.

She didn't know how Eomer and Eowyn looked back there, since they weren't living the centre of the city and the royal and noble kids rarely passed them by

They became very close friends and was causing lots of harmless troubles to the royal guards together (with Eowyn as well)

She wanted to fight alongside Eomer, but alas, the traditions are not easily breaking, so she works for her father's workshop

*Eomer is low-key in love but will never admit it even to himself*

I tried to find some picrews but i guess i lost them (i had them for like 3 years i guess, too many things happened to my poor laptop) 😭 I think i need to fancast someone huh

So for the appearance: She is the most Rohirrim-ish girl you can possibly think of: blond hair, blue eyes, pretty tall (5’9) strong-build, but still her face structure is what other women and man consider elvish, she have a bit more exquisite appearance than most women in Rohan, but still not that finesse as elves. Her blond hair is long and wavy, usually she wears them either flowing or in one thick long braid (depends on what she's currently doing).

i hope that fed your curiosity a bit ahaha But yeah, keep em coming, if you have other questions, I'm only up to talk a bit about Flae huh

[sameschmidtdiffname]

I'm actually desperate to hear your thoughts on the new hunger games book.

What characters do you wanna see? You think there will be a romance aspect? Who's POV should it be in?

Do you think this is Suzanne's final attempt to make it as clear as possible that the games are NOT cool and snow is NOT a misunderstood good guy?

And the movie too!!!! You have any fan-casting ideas?? Think young haymitch is gonna be hot?

Idk no pressure man I luv u :3

I'm excited! I'll actually be completely honest, I seriously didn't think that we were going to get any media about Haymitch's games since we already went over the events in 'Catching Fire.' I would like to apologize to the prophets, clearly I was wrong. Sorry for silently judging your requests by thinking y'all missed the point, I'm sittin' down now.

So, tackling POV first, I personally think it's definitely possible that we're working with a multiple POV situation due to the fact we did already go over the events of the Games in CF. Or, if not multiple POVs, I actually think it'll be retrospective.

Remember how Katniss and Peeta end 'Mockingjay' by creating the book of memories? I think it's possible that Sunrise is meant to be Haymitch looking back on his Games. How he survived, maybe who he mentored after. Honestly, this is what I'm hoping for because I admittedly am a desperate whore for canon post-Mockingjay material. (Please, Suzanne. Just a crumb. A CRUMB!!)

I think we're done with Snow's POV. I may be wrong on that, but I'm admittedly hopeful on it. 😭

LISTENNNN I liked Ballad and I think it was WONDERFUL writing, but Jesus fucking Christ was I happy to be away from Snow by the time it was over. He was an asshole, that was the point, I respect it and love it as media but reading it was/is hard, and honestly? That's praise. But besides personal preference, there's also just a straight 'The End' at the end of Ballad. Maybe that's subject to change, but with Suzanne's masochistic level of detail? Probably not. Or maybe I'm stupid and will eat this post in nine months, find out soon!

ANYWAYS. I so want to see Mrs. & Mr. Everdeen in this, as well as Peeta's parents. Give me their fucking names, Suzie. NAMES.

Haymitch's girlfriend is probably gonna be my favorite character. Imma be honest. I know nothing of her, nada, zip, zilch. But I can sense it in the air. There will be kinship, and I will kill myself when she dies.

(Suzanne, please don't make me eat that last statement.)

Romance aspect? Yes. Between Haymitch, his girl, and the Everdeens? Plus if we get Peeta's parents? I think one of the main points of The Hunger Games is love and the different ways it exists, so I think there will 100% be romance.

Hell, maybe Suzanne will throw us a curveball and the POV will be one of Everlarks parents. If so, probably Mrs. Everdeen as that'll give us insight to the merchant part of District 12, Madge's family and what it was like to be of Reaping age in the thick of Snow's reign.

I want Mr. Everdeen confirmed as Covey. This is a demand. I have hostages. (My lawyer wants me to clarify I don't.)

Now, in terms of the books real world meaning, I'm interested to see. I think the safest guess is 100% a commentary on Palestine, Congo, etc. But I am interested to see what else there is to say.

Personally, I think there really is a possibility this book will be centered around healing. Especially if this is Haymitch looking back at his life, it could offer commentary on his recovery from his Games, the war, as well as everyone else's. This perspective is 100% the one I would love to see the most, but we all know imma be a fiend for whatever happens.

And to wrap this up, fancasting? Stanley Tucci. If Caeser comes back and he doesn't, I have fucking hostages. (Again, I don't.)

Imma be honest, to add to your question, yes young Haymitch is supposed to be hot, but I want him to be a kid. I want a teenager cast and I want him to obviously look like a teenager, even if he is handsome. I think that's an important point of the Games people miss.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I won't elaborate on my fancast for Leo it explains itself -Danny Words: 2,152 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Polaroid' -by Imagine Dragons

VII. Save Money on Valentine's Day, Become Unlovable

"What Luke told you back on the Princess Andromeda, about starting the world from scratch... that really got to you, huh?"

Annabeth makes a face. "My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris."

"That brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?"

She sighs. "No, Seaweed Brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse."

"What could be worse than hummus?"

"Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else... even the gods."

"You feel that way?"

Annabeth takes a moment before replying. "Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up? What if we could do it all over again from scratch? No more war. Nobody homeless. No more summer reading homework."

"I'm listening."

"I mean, the West represents a lot of the best things mankind ever did—that's why the fire is still burning. That's why Olympus is still around. But sometimes you just see the bad stuff, you know? And you start thinking the way Luke does: 'If I could tear this all down, I would do it better.' Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?"

Percy and I look at each other. "Um... no," he admits. "Me running the world would kind of be a nightmare."

"I agree," Percy gives me a playful glare, but I add: "No, I mean, I don't have what it takes. Leaders have stone-cold hearts."

"Hubris isn't your fatal flaw, then."

"What is?" Percy asks with curiosity.

"I don't know, Percy, but every hero has one. If you don't find it and learn to control it... well, they don't call it 'fatal' for nothing."

I shiver at the thought of having a weak spot that could kill me, but what can be dangerous for a girl like me? As long as I stay out of everyone's way, my flaw has no reason to put me in danger.

When Leo says he wants to look for Festus, Ara decides to join him. It's obvious he doesn't want company, but she won't let him go alone, not when something's after them.

She's half expecting the walk to be awkward. However, Leo's asking so many questions now that it's just the two of them again that she gets comfortable rather quickly. It doesn't feel like she's talking with a stranger, which is weird, not even Percy felt this way so soon into knowing him.

"So, what's your deal, exactly?" He fidgets with a couple of screws. "What does it mean, being the daughter of Olympus?"

"That I protect Olympus."

Leo gives her a sideways glance. "Your job isn't to fight monsters and do quests, then? Is it something more important?"

"You got it backward," she sighs. "That's exactly my job. The gods hand me tasks directly, or used to before they shut down Olympus... I go on quests and lead their armies."

Ara almost sounds bored when she talks about it, but she's only trying to hide how anxious it makes her, to have all that control over her loved ones. She didn't want to boss around her friends, she wanted to be their dependable hero.

"What happens if you fail?" He asks, the screws in his hand are ignored for a moment.

"If I'm breathing and can move, I gotta keep going."

"But my question is what happens when you can't continue a quest?"

Ara stares at him blankly. "If I fail, it means I died, there is no other option. I may be called the daughter of Olympus but the gods are not my caretakers. It hasn't happened though, lucky me."

Leo's amusement quickly vanishes. "Man, so you could die if we fail this quest?"

"Yeah. But I agreed to this."

He hesitates. "You might be a little too insane for my liking, and that's saying a lot..."

"Maybe I am," she heaves a sigh. "But I did it so they would stop using my friends..."

"How old are you?" Leo frowns.

"Fourteen... and a half," she adds as an afterthought.

"What!" He raises his voice. "And you're a General? I don't even have a driver's license!"

"And that's such an impediment now that you're flying a dragon," she replies sarcastically. "Don't be dumb."

"If that's an order, General, I'll have to transgress it," he taunts her. It's crazy how quickly Leo can switch from being upset to acting all funny. "That's the one thing I do perfectly, don't take my dumbness away." 

Ara sighs again, not sharing Leo's easy-going attitude. He tries again, he doesn't know why, but he likes listening to Ara's voice. It soothes him and makes his mind go slower. "So... why did the gods say yes? Why not choose someone older?"

Ara's brows knit together, she's heard this question many times before and knows that it makes sense, but it still annoys her. "I was the only one asking for it. Percy made his wish, and I still had mine, so I used it for this. The children of Olympus had been er... discontinued. I brought them back."

Leo tries to ask the following question without sounding rude, it's not coming easy. "So were you... powerful enough? Is that why they said yes?"

"I was good enough, yeah. It's a slow process, years and years of training. I convinced them 'cause I had a special set of skills."

Leo's hands are back to fidgeting. "What skills?"

Percy hides our ship behind a large rock wall, so in order to get to the top, we have to climb.

"Okay. Who first?"

They glance at me, of course they'd want me to go first, keeping an eye on the weakest link is the wise thing to do, but I'm not looking at them, I'm examining the wall.

"There's a path," I inform my friends.

"What?"

"You're hallucinating, Birdy..."

"No. Follow me."

Usually, when I insist there's something I can do, they let me try. I hold onto the nearest edge, and after that, I just keep going up. I stop only when I hear someone calling my name many feet below me. I look down to discover I don't have vertigo. 

"Why aren't you coming up?" I frown. "It's safe!"

"You're moving too fast, we can't see where you're stepping!" Annabeth pants.

"I'm fast?" I look at my hands. "Cool!"

"You don't use the lava wall back in camp, do you?" Percy raises his voice so I can hear him.

"Silena doesn't let me, she thinks I'll get hurt!"

"Well, I think she has to reconsider!" He grunts.

Festus landed on a pile of portable toilets, and both teens stare at the mess in disgust.

"Talking 'bout good fortune, huh?"

"If we had one of those cranes here it'd be easier..." Leo looks around with a scowl.

"I can climb his back," Ara steps forward, then stops. "Maybe throw snow on it before we..."

"What?" Leo puts his hand on the dragon's surface, then he jumps back. "Oh, right—ouch," he says in a not-so-convincing tone. When he notices the way she's looking at him, he tries to make up an excuse. "I'm very sleep-deprived."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Lying," she steps closer to him.

He smiles like he finds the conversation absurd. "Doll, I really got no—"

"You may think I'm an air-headed Barbie, but I can tell you're full of shit," Ara seizes his wrist. "I'm tired of you and Piper hiding things from me. Tell me what's your deal, or I'll lock you up in one of the squeezed-out toilets."

Leo complains loudly as Ara squeezes his wrist. "Okay, okay! Dang, you're stronger than you look!" He scoffs. "You have to promise not to freak out, alright?"

"You better be honest," she lets go of him. "Don't worry about me, I've seen a lot of weird stuff."

"Okay..." he rubs his wrist. "I... I make fire," Leo scowls at her. "Now's when you point fingers and call me bad names."

Ara stares at him, her gaze is calculating. "Nyssa told you their superstition, didn't she?"

"No, I just guessed I'm an omen of tragedy and bad fortune!" He replies sarcastically.

"So rough life for you too, huh?" She tilts her head, ignoring his defensive tone. 

Leo nods once, still scowling. "Good ol' demigod life."

"Well, it's not the end of the world, and I would know that. I witnessed like, three of those," she tells him. "Can you make fire out of nothing?"

"Yes," he opens one palm and small orange flames envelop it. "But I don't do this trick at parties, y'know? For obvious reasons."

"Yeah, because you don't get invited," Ara reaches out. It is real fire. "It's okay. Chiron will know how to help you."

"You think he'll want to? Because I'll be honest here, I need the training."

"I'll do it if he doesn't. You won't get better if you don't practice, and I owe it to you," Ara stretches out her palm. "Deal?"

The fire dies on Leo's hand. He stares at her unblinkingly. "You sure? I can be really hard to handle."

"I'll manage," she decides to tease him into shaking her hand. "What, afraid of getting cooties?"

Leo smiles. "Afraid of passing them, actually, but if you insist..." 

He reaches for her hand and shakes it. 

Tyson invites me to help him build Percy and Annabeth's chariot and I'm happy to assist him. We work side by side, and Percy and Annabeth win the race.

"We couldn't have won this race or got the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to our friends, to..." Annabeth pauses and looks at the Cyclops.

Percy catches my eye and his smile widens. "My baby brother and sister! Tyson and Ara!"

Before I know it, I'm being lifted on someone's shoulders and Tyson's holding my hand. When we reach the winner's platform and I'm placed between Percy and Tyson, I feel accepted unconditionally.

Percy reaches for my hand and squeezes, I make a promise that I'll treat him as my brother forever. "We should talk later," he says under his breath.

He has a strange glint of determination in his eyes. You know when someone says "later" but they mean "never"? Well, Percy isn't that type of person. Later meant fifteen minutes forward.

Chiron and him are waiting for me in the Big House, and Percy's holding a phone. "You have a call, Birdy."

"Did I do something?" I look at Chiron without understanding.

He points at the cell phone. "Don't keep them waiting."

"Hello?" I speak in a little frightened voice. 

"Hi, Ara," my heart does a somersault, it's Sally Jackson.

"Hi!" I reply, too excited to even question why my friend's mom wants to talk to me. "Did Percy tell you about the rock wall? I'm the fastest climber!"

"I heard you helped Tyson build a chariot, too."

"I helped Percy sail a pirate ship too! And I used my Charmspeak with Polyphemus before he could rip off—" My friend shakes his head frantically, so I change the subject. "Why are you calling me?"

Sally takes a moment. 

"Well... Percy and I talked..."

I glance at Percy. "Yeah? About what?"

"You liked staying with us during Christmas, didn't you?"

"Yeah! Can I go this year too?"

"How about staying the whole year?"

I'm sure I misheard that. "Sorry?"

"I've talked to Chiron, and he can help us with the paperwork to make it happen. Percy and I agree, having you around felt right."

"Wait, make what happen?" My heart's crawling up my throat.

"We want to adopt you, Ara."

"I-I'm not an orphan," My face is getting redder.

"We know."

"I told those things to Percy 'cause he asked, I wasn't trying to—I didn't use charmspeak!"

I'm embarrassed. I mean, when your friend hears your sob story and suddenly he's like "Suprise! I'm giving you this thing you told me you wished more than anything!" It kinda feels like he's just shutting you up. I didn't want it if it was out of pity.

"Ara," Percy intercedes. "We have more than enough to welcome a second regular-size kid into our home. Having Tyson around made us realize that."

"But I can't protect you like Tyson," I insist.

"We don't want that," Sally says. "Having you is enough."

They're asking me not only to stick around but also to use their name. Be part of their family forever. 

I look at Chiron with hopeful eyes. 

"Can I?"

Their bodies light up in a golden hue as soon as Leo holds her hand. Ara snatches her palm away in panic, looking at the boy as if he's got two heads.

"What?" Leo stares at her anxiously. "Did I burn you?"

"I'm fine!" She replies high-pitched. "Good talk! Let's—let's fix Festus now!" Ara turns to face the dragon so Leo can't see her blush. 

Gods, if her friends could see her now... No. This is not happening. That was not golden.

"Dammit!" She kicks the snow. 

Leo's climbing the dragon but he stops halfway. "What?"

"I'm having a moment, stay out of it!" She snaps.

The boy stares at her, half-amused and half-worried. "Why are the prettiest girls always so crazy..."

"Shut up!" Ara blushes even more.

She's dreamed about this moment for quite some time, but Leo's timing is downright inconvenient at this point, so denial it is. Ara isn't gonna make things easier. It will be the slowest slow-burn the Fates have ever had the misfortune to witness.

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[bohemian-nights]

Must be sad for you that even Matt Smith likes Daemyra :/ That you want to admit it or not, GRRM wrote Daemon for Rhaenyra and he stated that one of his favorite things about him is his relationship with Rhaenyra. Whereas Matt and Ryan Condal have both said Daemon loves Rhaenyra. Ryan even said Daemon killed Rhea because it prevented him from marrying the ‘woman he actually loves’. He also backtracked from the choking when Matt admitted he didn’t understand that scene and didn’t want to do it (with Emma) sooo. Stay in your delusions and hatred for Rhaenyra and Daemyra but I promise you: the things you want and hope for Nettles and Daemon isn’t happening.

Also, you can claim as much as you want that you love Nettles just as an individual character but no one is stupid. Every time you bring her up its either to talk about Daemon or Rhaenyra. Be serious

This is the third Dumbnyra anon(and the second one trying to use Matt to prop up your dying/dead ship) within less than 12 hours(these anons were literally sent in the wee hours of the night/early morning where I am. If you are living anywhere in US of A this is extremely pathetic behavior especially since it’s a holiday) so to save myself some effort I’m going to do this:

Y’all need to decide if Ryan is trying to “ruin” your ship or not and stick to it because the back and forth is exhausting.

Sweetheart, what will happen will happen and the only way what you want to will happen is if Nettles is cut completely(not just from this upcoming season boo boo) from the show.

The show is heading towards Maidenpool. We all know what happens in Maidenpool😗 If you actually believed what you people say you wouldn’t be sweating it or spazzing out in my inbox right now.

And if you want to ignore all the moodboards, edits, fics, fancasting, character analysis, and gifs (I even created gifs for her mother who isn’t even a character) I’ve done for Nettles, knock yourself out my friend, but the only one here who doesn’t value Nettles as one of the most compelling characters of the Dance is you people.

As for GRRM, he never said what y’all are saying which is why y’all can’t even produce a source(an article or a video) for him stating he created Daemon for Rhaenyra and that she’s his great love. He’s talked about his love for Daemon(he loves his grayness and Rhaenyra is part of that grayness since he flips on her when she needed him the most to save who again?), but not that.

👆🏽Look I provided the actual source for the chocolate you are trying to make out of cow dung.

George doesn’t even agree with your a**es about Nettles being nothing special since he has expressed his interest in writing a whole novella about her😚

You people can call me crazy and delusional all you like, but don’t go saying I’m a fake fan. Nettles is freaking awesome. She's the sole reason I’m still watching this crap show.

She comes from literally nothing and ends up not only surviving the Dance with Sheepstealer but also becoming a goddess-like figure to a whole group of people. I find it strange how she has haters in the first place.

I haven’t had to constantly lie for my fave or my ship(which is why you people get mad when I bring in the text), but y’all literally make up sh*t(fake leaks, changing the lines, removing texts, taking texts out of context, saying one of the few characters who survives the dance is irrelevant and can be replaced with anyone Black) every five seconds to prop up your delusions.

Now I’ve been nice enough to throw some crumbs to you pigeons since you are begging for my attention, but the next anon who wants to start some sh*t in my inbox is getting blocked.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

🎬💭🦋💘💡🧪🤩 💛

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Last time I said Lovesick, but that's kind of cheating since I already fancast that.... so let me try something new.

I want to make a miniseries out of Princes & Pickpockets! Tom Holland for Midoriya. He just gives the energy I want midoriya to have within it (and since they're from a fantasy land, I don't really have to narrow it down to Japanese/Asian actors). Also.... I kinda want a Kpop idol to be Todoroki.... the grace... the elegance... I'm a Jimin fan so... he's the one on my mind rn. I also can't stop laughing over the idea of Tom Holland being betrothed to Park Jimin😂 no wait, I actually wanna think about this I might make another post for this casting lmfao

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

A lot of the times it's songs honestly. I like making playlist for the storyline!

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

I love writing the angry characters who feel too much but refuse to let it show. Keith, Katsuki, Rody, Chuuya. They feel... close to home lmfao

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

I personally love to write angst. I love digging into the aches and worries. I actually find it really hard to write fluff because I worry it's too cheesy or unrealistic and half the time I don't even know how couples are supposed to act once everything is settling

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

This should be an illegal question lmfaoooo oh man. Theres... stilverse, the soukoku fic, two rddk ones..... then there's concepts I haven't posted which are like... another four???? God t.t let's not talk about it lmfao

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

I do, to the point where it's not even all that necessary. I know so much about queer Japanese artists rn (enough to ramble, not enough to educate tho...) and I research a lot of cultural aspects to make sure it's authentic. I used to research dance a lot in order to describe it. For a while I was actually in a fitness program that taught basic kickboxing/jiu-jitsu, and I used that to create an ATLA battle scene. It's honestly really fun to me. You won't believe how much research has gone into STILverse since they all have different jobs and I wanted to give them complex lives to interweave and ahhhhhh yes, yes I do research.

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

Honestly, happenstance. I found fanfiction which led me to finding pages on Facebook of fans who would post imaginary snippets and that led to me writing and eventually I found Tumblr and started posting here. I was really surprised when I got responses and feedback from other fans, and I realized there was a lot of layers to fandom. Role-playing and fanfiction and art and cosplay and just the general discussions. I've been lucky enough not to encounter toxicity (wild considering the fandoms I've been in) so it's all been really enjoyable!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Ahhh. Honestly, this is something I learned in college in my poetry classes not quite through fanfiction, but the most impactful lesson I've had is to trust my subconscious. I shouldn't steer the story just because I'm hellbent on an idea. Most of the time your subconscious makes connections you're not even aware of until they're on the page. It's happened so often to me. It's important to be flexible and to trust your creativity to flow and take the story where it needs to go♡

Thank you for asking!! ♡♡♡

[alpacavampire]

Remember that time when I said "Batman Forever but instead of Dr Chase we have Dr Jack Napier so I can have Batjokes and Twiddler in the same universe?" Well finally here it is

After having the idea, I spent a long time thinking about which actor to base my joker on and when I remembered that my dad thought that Johnny Depp was in Batman Returns, I realized that he could be a great fancast and after thinking and organizing ideas I came to all this.

I present to you Dr Jack Napier who later became Joker, also known as Bruce Wayne's husband or Batman's enemy

Jack's personality is more like Chase's, only much more flirtatious and joking around Bruce (especially) but he's also really serious when needed.

Joker's personality is a combination of Sweeney Todd with Mad Hatter and a small dash of the Joker from the animated series.

Physically I think he would look like Ichabod Crane, that's why the image

Let's go now with a little back story

Jack Napier was a doctor at Arkham who had a psychiatric specialty in Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is why he was assigned to treat Harvey Dent.

Most of the doctors who treated Harvey ended up being attacked by him, however Jack was the only one who managed to earn his respect since he was the only one who treated him with equal respect.

However this did not stop his escape just like in the movie, it was then that Commissioner Gordon asked Jack to work together with Batman on Harvey's case and then Bruce was assigned to him after the riddles were sent.

His development with the relationship with Bruce/Batman is something like what you saw in the movie with Chase, only it was more intense, especially for Bruce since Jack managed to turn all his senses upside down and burn his circuits since he was the only person he didn't know how to react tob (I'll probably elaborate on this in another post.).

Jack and Bruce ended up falling deeply in love and the two began a relationship that led to Bruce proposing to Jack, who accepted and a grand wedding was held in Gotham.

Oh, I don't want to elaborate too much on Joker because it's probably a spoiler for what happened with Jack, though:

Joker appeared much later, when Jack had an acid accident caused by the gangsters of the city.

Jack disappeared for a year from Wayne Manor, with Two-Face and The Riddler being the main suspects in his kidnapping.

Bruce in the public eye was only working with the police waiting for his husband to show up while Batman searched everywhere using all his resources to find him.

When he finally found them, he demanded to know where his husband Jack was, Then he received Joker's introduction as an answer.

That's all for now my dear people, I thank you very much for having come this far and for being interested in my nonsense.

If you would like to know something, the ask is always open.

Thank you very much again 🫶🏻💓

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

22

22. Because I Liked a Boy by Sabrina Carpenter 

Similarly, I think this one was from last year as well, but I think I got two requests for 22 last year so let’s do it again! Last time it was Talking to Strangers by Maisie Peters which you can find here.  

I did make a gg edit to this song on my IG here that maybe I’ll remake once we have the fancast set up. 

You know when you clean your room and you come across random stuff and then you get distracted by it and suddenly it’s been hours and you have no idea when you gave up the task of cleaning, but you definitely did? 

Yeah, that’s how Cammie’s friends found her in Zach’s room- now her and Zach’s room a few hours into the unpacking venture. 

“Cam?” Liz asked. They could see her if they looked over the stacks of boxes. She was sitting on the floor, staring at something in her lap. When she didn’t answer, the three made their way into the room. 

“Whatcha got there?” Macey asked, sitting beside her. Bex and Liz remained standing in between two stacks of boxes. 

Cammie kept looking at the pages in her lap. They were open as if she had been reading whatever it was. Bex and Liz exchanged a glance, considering taking drastic measures to get through to her. And drastically they meant either physical force or summoning Zachary. 

“Earth to Cammie,” Bex finally tried, as a last-ditch effort. 

Cammie was still quiet for another moment before she let out a sigh. “It’s my report. From when I was dating Josh.” 

The girls made similar confused faces at the revelation. “You still have that?” Macey asked. 

“I would have thought it went up in flames with the academy,” Bex remarked.  

Cammie shook her head. “I still have all of them. Or my mom does. At least I thought she did, but” she let her thumb flip some of the pages in her lap. “Here it is.” 

“So,” Liz started, gently. “What’s wrong?” 

Cammie sighed. “Just... realizing in retrospect this was the catalyst for everything that happened these past few years.” She closed all the pages back together and plopped them into her lap for emphasis. “Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless,” she added, scoffing at her younger self. 

“Cammie,” Macey started. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

“It’s not like you knew,” Bex added. “None of us knew or could have known. And we helped you so if you’re guilty of anything then so are we.” 

“Oh no,” a voice from the doorway sounded. Four heads turned to meet Zachary, leaning against the frame. “What are you all guilty of now?” 

Cammie smiled at him. “Nothing new. I promise.”  

“Good,” he said, coming to join them. “Now, what’s going on in here? I know unpacking is boring, but it feels like somebody died in here.” He crouched in front of Cammie in the confined space and raised an eyebrow. “Is that one of your reports?” 

The girls all rolled their eyes, but Zach paid no mind. Cammie nodded. “Yeah. First semester, sophomore year.” 

“Ah, yes. Jimmy,” that time Zach chuckled as the girls slapped their hands to their foreheads at his comment. “Why is that such a bummer? Besides the fact that it’s not about me?” 

Bex groaned. “Seriously, Goode, just get out. Girl talk.” 

“Baxter, you can’t tell me to get out in a room I paid for,” Zach reminded her. 

“We saw a movie once,” Cammie said, ignoring their banter and bringing the attention back to her. “I said I wanted thin mints and he said he knew a guy. The movie was some cheesy romcom. We joked about the trope where the guy shows up at the girl's window with a boombox. Stars in his eyes. I asked if he’d do that for me. He said yes. We listened to the black-eyed peas in his truck after.” 

Her four companions were quiet following her words. Cammie couldn’t blame them, but she hadn’t been speaking for their benefit anyway. 

“You never told us about that. At least not those details,” Liz said, eventually. 

“Yeah, well,” Cammie exhaled. “I had to keep some things for myself. In hindsight I should have kept it all to myself.” 

“Gallagher girl,” Zach speaking finally got her attention. She knew he wouldn’t continue until she looked up at him, so she did. “None of what happened was your fault.” 

“It’s not about fault,” she explained. “I feel so deeply into something that I thought was so innocent. But nothing ever is. And because I did that, everything else happened. It might not have been my fault, but I was still the cause.” She could see the frowns on all their faces. The distinction wasn’t enough for them. “I’m not catastrophizing,” she added. She must have been reading Liz’s thoughts the way the other girl averted her gaze at Cammie’s words. “But you can’t deny that everything derailed after that point.” 

“You were just kids,” Macey defended. “You were both trying to get through your own shit in your own way. Together.” 

“Exactly, Cam,” Bex chimed in. “It’s not fair that you doing normal teenage things resulted in...” she trailed off, not sure how to best phrase the thought to be helpful. 

“Death threats?” Cammie did it for her. 

Zach lifted the pages off Cammie’s lap. He flipped through them with his thumb, similar to how Cammie had earlier and too quickly to read any of the words. “You both wanted an escape from the roles you thought you were assigned. We all know what that’s like,” he said, not looking at her now.  

Cammie was looking at him intently. Zach was the only person in the room now that wasn’t present for the events from that semester. But he was still right, somehow. 

“You thought you needed someone to tell you, that you didn’t have a choice,” he went on. “But you did. And, hopefully, you still think you made the right one,” he looked up at her then. 

Cammie smiled, seeing through to what he was actually saying to her. “I did,” she reassured him. “It’s just,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “All of this for what?” She looked to the side and her friends saw her other reports were sitting in a box next to her. “When everything went down, we’d already broken up!” She took the report back from Zach’s hands and threw it onto the floor away from them in an exasperated fashion. Her head hit the wall she was leaning against with a slight thud. “All because I liked a boy.” 

The room fell silent once more. She didn’t say it like she was sad or angry or looking to be consoled. It was just a statement. After a moment, Zach stood up and retrieved the report. He placed it in the box with the others and closed it. 

“It just sounds insane,” she spoke up again. “That all of this could come from... that. The most inconsequential semester of my life.” That earned a few snorts of amusement from her friends. 

“Ouch,” Bex said. 

“I know,” Zach added. “I’d hate to be Jimmy right now.” 

Cammie groaned and put her head in her hands. “That’s not what I meant!” she said, voice coming out muffled. Her friends just laughed. 

“Come on,” Zach said, prodding her. “No more existential dread. You’ve got to unpack.” She let Zach pull her to her feet. “We can get back into it, Lizzie can tell us all about the butterfly effect, it’ll be great.” 

Liz’s face lit up at that and the other girls fought the urge to groan as she launched into something they had heard many, many times. But they always listened because that’s what friends did. 

While Bex and Macey were invested in a new addition to Liz’s lecture, Zach took Cammie to the side. “For the record Gallagher girl,” he whispered to her. “I’m honored that even though I’m not your first love, I’ll always be your favorite.” 

Cammie rolled her eyes as he winked at her. She should have known he’d read too far into the inconsequential comment. “Oh, shut up,” she said, pressing her lips to his. 

[plothooksinc]

for the writing ask meme, have you answered either of these?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Do you outline your fic or plan as you go?

Hello anon! I'm sorry for the long delay-- I got into a protracted fight with insomnia (I stayed awake for 24 hours, managed to sleep for one and staggered around shrieking muuurderrrr??? for a while) so now that I am mostly well rested I have come to answer your ask \o/

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

...I can really answer only the first part of this, because I'm elitist scum who will turn my nose up at the idea of live action anything for my animated fandoms, lmao. Particularly with TMNT, who are 99% not human anyway in terms of cast. So I'd be like "get me their original VAs pls and thank" and leave it at that.

But! For a movie or show, I'm going to deviate from my norm of late and say The Zaibatsu Project. Much as my love my teetles, NRFTW takes place over six days and is paced in such a way it probably wouldn't work well in film (a few days of quiet followed by multiple chapters of everyone screaming and on fire, uhhh) and Underdark definitely works much better in print, given that most of it takes place in complete darkness. Legacy would work if I ever finished it, as would the teasers, but let's not use fics in potentia, haaaa.

The Zaibatsu Project isn't finished either, but there's a lot more meat to it than my other unfinisheds and stands a better chance of being finished first, and it's... honestly the fic I've spent time considering whether I should rip it down, file the serial numbers off, and write it as original fic because the story works so well regardless. I decided against it in the end (largely because I knew I'd never finish it) but it's a Rurouni Kenshin AU in which all the 19th century characters are all in fact in 2029 cyberpunk!Japan, which was all very futuristic when I started writing it (and I sweat more and more as we approach this date), in which Battousai is in fact a Black ICE program and separate from Kenshin (his programmer, deeply ashamed of this fact and in semi-retirement), and him being called back to duty by the Zaibatsu he's contracted to in order to both update his programming and chase down the only survivor of the Battousai program, who just happens to be one unconventional hacker (Kaoru) desperately trying to find her missing brother (Yahiko) who unwittingly signed his life away to the Zaibatsu in question, whoops. Cue a lot of cat and mouse-ing, car chases, riots, street fights, politicking, underhanded dealing, corporate warfare, and currently Kaoru running for her life from Kenshin who really would like her to stop running so he can protect her already gdit get back here-- It's fun :D And it would make for a great movie/show, so that's my pick. In lieu of fancasting, I would ask instead for it to be animated by Studio Trigger to keep with the theme of things.

Do you outline your fic or plan as you go?

I have answered this one before, but just briefly again: sometimes! I don't bother with short fics or fics that are meant to be short and suddenly turn into super long ones. A lot of the time if I outline, it's more a guidepost and me sitting down to go "okay, here is a scene I want to write, can I actually come up with a plot to get to that point?" - if i can dotpoint my way to the end, that's often the last time I look at the outline and off I go and will... probably mostly stick to the outline but do casually change things as ideas occur (or my beta enables me with horrendous cackling, not looking at you @shadowbends). (NRFTW, for example, has held reasonably well to the outline, but Donnie said "fuck you I do what I want" and went off script some time ago and honestly, good for him, you go you ex-spaghetti monster, see where that gets you! Like all writers, clearly I have no control over the characters. None. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Thank you for the ask! And again, sorry for the delay ♥

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[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.28

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - The Bracken and Blackwoods gather evidence against the Pipers.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.6k

“Does it really matter at this point?” Shanda threw her hands up in defeat. “What’s done is done and you all agreed to it in some fashion. So suck it up, we’ve got bigger issues.”

She was standing in front of all of the newly married couples, sans ser Joth Piper obviously. She hadn’t slept a wink, they’d all been up talking and debating what to do with the mess set before them. Shanda bad insisted they gathered the rest of the couples there a few hours ago. She might be annoyed by Bellena on most occasions but she did not wish harm upon her. She sat just as prim and proper as ever, seemingly unaffected by it all but Shanda worried about her.

“Martyn, tell us again exactly what you hear him say.”

Martyn sighed before standing to relay the same words he’d been repeating all night. “After you and Alysanne left, I decided I would take a look around. No one saw fit to let me in on what was actually happening.”

Shanda knew he was still pissed at her but she had tried to find him. She was frustrated that Alysanne hadn’t just clued him in. She thought it had been obvious that Martyn was not a part of keeping the men in the dark.

“So, I started listening in on people’s conversations. Everyone was already half drunk and too eager to boast about whatever exploit their house was up to. Most of it was boring regular stuff. Some of it was just straight up lies but Ser Joth. He was different.”

Shanda turned away from her brother. She was so angry she almost could not bear it. Royce had lost it, he’d been removed from the room seconds after he found out and she knew he would not be fit to stand at the trial.

“He was bragging about an incident which was nothing out of the ordinary. It was when he mentioned Shanda that my ears perked up. As far as I knew, the two of them had never met before this trial. So how could he have one upped my sister? And why was he so smug about it?”

She met Martyns gaze then and felt her heart squeeze at the sight of him. The two were so very much alike and because of that, they’d finally exposed a killer.

“I waited, hiding behind them in the shadows. I was hoping he would just blurt it out, say how he had won. But it was worse.” He could not keep the tremble out of his voice. “He pulled out a familiar dagger, Garron’s. Wrapped around it, mothers topaz necklace. And then he said, ‘The stupid bitch wanted to cut through us from the Gold road to the River road, well we cut through them easy enough.’”

To her it was indisputable evidence. Martyn would know their mothers necklace anywhere and there was no mistaking Garron’s dagger. The handle was inlaid with iridescent pearls only found in Blazewater Bay where the man had spent his youth living and fighting in Saltspear. But Joth could’ve disposed of both by now and they would only have Martyn word against two Pipers.

“I believe you, Martyn. But if they’ve disposed of the dagger-“ She left the sentence to hang there, unsure of how to continue.

Lady Smallwood spoke up in the ensuing silence. “It’s probably nothing but I thought I should mention it anyway. About a moon or so ago, the Pipers asked to cross our lands. We didn’t think anything of it, they said they wanted to access the Bluefork for some fishing variety. We have allowed this crossing before on occasion and saw no reason for worry at that time either. So we allowed them over. I hadn’t thought of it since but now that I think about it, I’m worried.”

“Worried how?” Martyn asked, looking at the tense set of her shoulders.

“Well, it's a rather serious accusation. But during the trial, there was mention of a fire at Stonehedge.”

She let the statement hang in the air but they all knew what she was insinuating.

“Fucking hell.” Benjicot said, pacing angrily.

“They wouldn’t have had to cross any other house to reach Stonehedge either.” Beck chimed in looking equally as upset.

“Maybe the ghost of High Heart could testify for us.” Shanda said bitterly.

“What about House Harwin?” Piped up Elyana Darry. “Supposedly ser Harwin’s daughter is a proper horse woman. Perhaps she might’ve seen something of the Pipers.”

Shanda frowned trying to remember ser Harwin’s daughter. He had only recently become the lord of Harrenhal, his father passing away sometime last year. The name escaped her though.

“Her name is Mellara.” It was Bellena, of course, who answered. “And she’s headstrong and annoying so good luck bargaining with her.”

Shanda rolled her eyes. “We know you two were fostered together for some time, Bell. Help us out.”

Bellena sniffed, holding her head up high. “You’ll owe me for it, Bracken.”

“Actually it's Blackwood now.” Benjicot said, stepping forward and placing a hand on her back.

Shanda shook his hand off. Sometimes the team you get isn’t the one you want. But this was what she had to work with so she didn’t waste anytime bemoaning the fact her husband was a brainless animal.

“I’ll owe you one, I swear.” She said to Bellena instead, ignoring Ben.

Bellena stood, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of her skirt before she left. Shanda suddenly felt so tired, wishing for nothing more than to collapse into a soft warm bed.

“I’m going to talk to Elmo. There’s no sense in holding this thing at dawn. All of you should get some rest, I’ll let you know what’s going to happen later.”

Alysanne looked more alert than anyone else and it was so confusing. The woman had been blasted with alcohol half the night and yet looked a whole heck of a lot better than Shanda felt. She wondered where the magic endless reserve of strength the woman pulled from was hidden. The rest of them all simply nodded and said their quiet goodbyes. Shanda took a moment to thank them all personally as they left. She worried about Bellena, who refused to express any distress despite her new husband standing accused. She resolved to go to the Harwin’s quarters to meet with her. It would be better to share the burden together.

She began to tell Benjicot just that when Marcelle interrupted her.

“I’ll deal with Bellena. She could use more patience than you have. Go to sleep before Elmo summons us all on a twisted whim.”

She considered protesting but before she could open her mouth to argue, Benjicot had thanked Marcelle and was sweeping them out of the room.

“You really are an insufferable brute.” She complained, pulling against his hurried pace.

“And you’re a stubborn pain in the ass. We’re even, now keep walking before I pick you up.”

She pressed her lips together firmly and fought the urge to slam herself to an abrupt stop. The faster she walked, the sooner she could go to sleep. It wasn’t long before the familiar sight of her door greeted her and she let out a sigh of relief. It had been the longest day/night of her life. Not to mention the week that had preceded it had been a living nightmare. So it was to her great displeasure when Benjicot did not simply drop her off and leave for his own quarters.

“Ben, you should get some sleep.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

She frowned as he began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off while staring at her. She rubbed her temples, turning away from him. She leaned against the table, thoughts still racing despite her sleepiness. She wondered what Alysanne was saying to Elmo and whether it was working or not. She nibbled on some stale bread, wishing for something better but too tired to go grab anything.

“Shouldn’t you go to your own room?”

The look he gave her said it was not up for discussion and she didn’t have the energy to protest. A knock on the door interrupted whatever response she was mustering up. Benjicot opened the door just an inch before he was pushed aside by Alysanne. She came blessedly, with food. She set two trays down and a flagon. Shanda could have kissed her.

“You’re an angel.” She said instead, shoving fresh hot cinnamon rolls into her mouth.

“I know. You’re all going to have me sainted after my death for it too. Now, Elmo has agreed to move the trial til tomorrow.”

“Then it is a trial after all.” Benji murmured.

They’d been unsure if Elmo would actually charge Joth and the Pipers. After all, there wasn’t much evidence.

“We found the dagger.”

Shanda’s heart leapt at the news. She grabbed Alysanne by the hands and spun them around, laughing.

“That’s wonderful news.”

“It was enough for Elmo to call for an official trial.”

Alysanne grabbed a roll of her own and bit into it before continuing. “Also found this by the luck of the gods only.”

She produced Shanda’s mothers necklace and she gasped. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight of the jewel glittering back at her. She gingerly reached out to take it from Alysanne.

“They tried to chuck the dagger but a guard saw them. I went down to watch them dive for it, that was a trip. The necklace was sewn into a dressline in his cousin's closet. Almost didn’t spot it but something just told me to check.”

Shanda looked at her in awe before pulling her into a fierce hug. “We will definitely saint you.” She promised.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be back this evening. I talked Elmo into letting us have a private dinner tonight.”

Still in shock and admiring the jewel in her hands, Shanda did not notice Alysanne’s exit.

“Come on, finish eating. We need to sleep.”

Shanda looked up from the necklace, pocketing it before glaring at Ben.

“Do you ever do anything besides boss other people around? Or is that a special privilege you save for me?”

He moved to her side, pulling her out of her seat. He then sat in it and pulled her into his lap. She could feel the vibration of his voice when he spoke next.

“Most people don’t need to be reminded to stay on task half as much as you do. Shall you eat or do you need assistance?”

“Agh, whatever!” She picked up a fork and began to pile a plate full of food, ignoring the satisfaction radiating off of him.

“How are you feeling?”

She froze mid forkful for a second before snapping out of it. “I’m as good as can be expected. Better than Royce. Better than Martyn too which means pretty good I’d say.”

“I’ll kill him for you.” He whispered against her neck as she bit into a strawberry. “If he chooses a trial by combat, I’ll cut him open and display his insides.” She slowly swallowed, goosebumps breaking out on her skin as he ran his fingers up and down her arm.

She wanted to be disgusted by his words. She knew she should be. It was wrong to wish death upon anyone and worse to endanger Benjicot’s life to do it. But the fantasy of it played through her mind for longer than it should have before she shut it down.

“Let us pray that does not happen. I only just became a wife, I’d rather wait a moment before becoming a widow.”

“Like he stands a chance of defeating me.” He scoffed, offended at the notion. “Don’t worry about me, my love.” He snuggled into her, squeezing her tightly. Then he abandoned breakfast and took her with him. Lifting her into the air before depositing her on the bed. He crawled in after her and wrapped his arms around her. The two of them settled down together snug under the covers. She felt her eyes drooping closed against her will and she fought a yawn.

“You should be more careful.” She said, failing to contain a yawn.

“Shhh.”

Wrinkling her face in irritation, she snuggled deeper into the bed and fell asleep instantly.

***

A harsh wind snapped around her, her wind temporarily blinding her as she struggled to pull it back. Thunder sounded and she could hear the rain moving across the trees as it grew closer to her. The roar would have been lovely if she hadn’t caught sight of her surroundings. She was on a cliffside, rocky uneven terrain tried to trip her at every turn. The sky was dark with clouds and she squinted for sight of anyone else. Why was she up here again? The cliff made her think of Seaguard though she had never been before and couldn’t know if that’s where she was now

The rain finally reached her, soaking everything and making the uneven ground even more treacherous as she navigated her way down. At least she hoped she was heading down, it was so dark it was hard to tell which way she was going. But something felt oddly familiar to her, she just could not place what it was. She was sure she had never been here before and yet the persistent feeling that she had lingered about her. She kept walking, hoping to see another person or a castle somewhere in the distance. But all she saw was rocks and moss as far as the eye could see.

As she walked, she came up short, nearly plunging off the side of the mountainside cliff. She was sure she had been walking the other way but turned around and continued on. The birds began to show up then. At first it was only a few but the number grew the longer she walked until there were hundreds of them. All watching her with their blackened, unblinking eyes. It made her want to scream. The next time she nearly walked off a cliff, when she turned around a field of crows stood just behind her. They left her no room to walk as they coated the ground around her.

“Get away! What do you want?” She screamed at them, feeling horror at the sight of them.

They all charged her, flying up to peck her face off. She flew backwards in fright, flying off of the cliff. The wind whistled past her louder than it had ever been. And then she hit the water.

Shanda woke with a start, her heart pounding. She stood up, breathing heavily. When she managed to calm her heart she saw Benjicot still fast asleep. Judging by the sunlight coming in, it was only noon. She’d only gotten a few hours of sleep. She walked over to the table where the leftover food sat and poured herself a drink. As she drained it, she thought of the dream. It had mimicked the vision she had in the godswood. That was why it had felt so familiar.

Glancing back at Benjicot, she envied his peaceful slumber. When he woke up, they would have to have a serious conversation about their visions. She wouldn’t let him persuade her away from getting answers this time. It was worrying her not to know what it meant. She hoped this trial was the ensuing storm waiting for her. She wanted this to go as smoothly as possible, given the sensitive nature of the situation the last thing they needed was prophetic revelations happening in the middle of it all.

Placing her cup back on the table she made her way back over to the bed and crawled under the covers. She shivered, it was so blessedly warm inside from the sheer amount of heat Benjicot radiated. She curled up beside him, already half asleep by the time she was fully horizontal.

[lemonhemlock]

I guess it’s more I didn’t see the need to preemptively talk negatively about a very unconfirmed casting decision. I agree she’s younger than what I’d like to see for Alys, but I don not think that was the issue when these same groups of fans fancast JBF and Phoebe Tonkin. Idk if Helaemonds are talking about this, there was more noise on that side about the cheese casting. Iirc there was some pushback about the content of Emily’s audition (which is obviously only an audition and not the final script) and some comments about her appearance, the same as people do to this actress. I just don’t see the point when these fans are the ones saying how fans of other Aemond ships will come after whoever is cast as Alys

well, idk, i would be weary as a general rule to associate any kind of negative talk with this expectation of real life flaming or attacking the actress on social media. i mean, everyone is allowed their likes and dislikes in media, surely? not liking certain actors and preferring others is not a crime and shouldn't be policed either. i'm sure everyone has actors they just don't like for whatever reason, including silly stuff like not liking their mannerisms or how they enunciate the letter T.

idk, i just don't want us to get into that ridiculous space in which people are not allowed to dislike anything about alys' portrayal on screen, it would veer too much into black-mirror zone. like people are looking for any pretext, no matter how flimsy, to flame helaemonds some more. as in - this user happens to not vibe with the actress they chose? definitely must mean they're a crazy hater who's gonna make her life miserable by engaging in online harassment. that shouldn't be people's first reaction or assumption, is what i'm trying to say

this is not to justify people who develop weird fixations because show!alys doesn't live up to the fanon version they already built in their heads. it's simply to point out that the conversation Q: "would you like to see X in the role of alys?"; A: "no" is pretty middle-of-the-road and normal and completely different from (as a recent example) that situation with the blonde girl (grace?) from stranger things.

i confess this is the first time i've seen this lady in my life and i did not have the time to perform a market research on helaemond nation to determine the vibes on her, as i've had a long day at work today + champions league night. so idk how they reacted to her. so far on tumblr i've seen absolutely nothing. as far as emily is concerned, i've had anons inform me at the time that some people were really not happy with her, but they identified those users as alysmonds. the reason given to me was that she was too OLD (a 38 yo woman, mind you). what i wanted to say and, perhaps should have clarified, is that i personally haven't seen with my own two eyes anything bad on any potential alys actress from the few (maybe 5?) helaemond accounts i sometimes check on twitter. we are a micronation anyway so if there are nasty helaemonds out there, i do not encourage that, but i do have to ask how many users are we talking about anyway for this to be a real problem? since there's few of us already. i rarely see helaemond content on my own timeline even though i've advertised myself like crazy, i still can't seem to find many citizens to follow. let alone crazy helaemond rants going off the rails

also, like, i feel that i have to point out that i have no idea re: the shipping preferences of the accounts you showed me, i inferred they were helaemonds from how you approached the topic

Anonymous asked: I feel bad, I don’t mean to be arguing in your ask! Please feel free to delete if inclined. Sometimes the vibes get to me 😭 But no excuse.

i assume this is from the same anon, so my answer is don't worry about it. people rant to me about all kinds of stuff like you wouldn't believe :))

also we beat chelsea 2-0 so all's well when it ends well 😃