#verse: wor

[halfmoonshines]

Hello! I saw that you write for TVD so I wonder if I can get a Damon x witch!poc fem reader, in which she, deferential to everyone who only expects the worst from him, sees something good in him, which is why she always chooses him and defends him (only Damon receiving all the love and care he deserves) please? With lots of fluffy and angst

thank you <333

deserving

damon salvatore x witch!poc fem reader

summary; you were not blind to everyone's aggression and faults, so why was everyone blind to everything but Damon's?

a note that this is not set anywhere specific in timeline - alsooo... minor Elena hate? She's such a villain to me.

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The living room of the boarding house had been destroyed, couch flipped and table turned to scrap by Stefan's outburst. He had stormed out quickly afterward, but not before telling both Elena and Damon that they had made him this way.

You stood near the entrance to the room, the magic in your veins humming as it begged to be released on the retreating, erratic vampire. He had been binging on human blood for so long now, you weren't sure he would ever go back to the mild mannered man you had first met all those years ago. No matter what scheme Elena and Damon concocted in their desperate attempt to save him.

"This is all your fault." Elena's voice wavered, but it was full of venom. Your eyes snapped to find her but she was locked on the eldest Salvatore. "You did this to him."

Damon shook his head, confusion marring his face. "Elena, you know that I've been trying-"

"If you had just cleaned up your act a bit sooner, Damon!" She was angrily gathering her things now, getting ready to storm out after her equally as volatile ex. "He wouldn't be this way if you hadn't influenced him."

Your eyes were only on Damon then, you could see the tell-tale clench of his jaw from across the room. The way his fingers flexed. He was upset, because he cared, but he would lash out because he didn't know how else to stand up for himself.

"That's not very fair, Elena. Stefan is his own person. Damon didn't make him do anything." Your voice was firm as you took the single step down into the living room, inching closer to Damon. Trying to let him know he wasn't alone.

Elena's eyes narrowed, a disbelieving smile gracing her face. "Are you really defending him right now?"

"Yes." No hesitation. "I am." You could feel his gaze burning a hole in your back while you stood like a human shield between him and the Gilbert. "I understand you're upset, we're all worried about Stefan. But it isn't fair to blame everything on Damon."

Her scoff would bother you for the next week. "Whatever you say." And with that she left.

The nervousness was settling in your chest when you finally turned to Damon, offering him a small smile. "Sorry about that."

His eyes searched yours for just a second before he turned around and walked upstairs silently.

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"Damon, you're bleeding." You noticed the blood literally pouring from his abdomen when he peeled himself away from you, having shielded you from the explosion that just rocked the gym of the high school. You vaguely noticed your friends pulling themselves to their feet around you, Caroline and Stefan arguing with each other over something. You didn't notice Elena storming over.

Everyone else's yelling voices faded away when you looked up to meet his gaze, noticing his eyes flickering over your dark skin, checking you for any injuries of your own.

You reached a hand out to heal him. You knew he would heal eventually, but it was the least you could do since he most definitely got injured shielding you. You didn't know what was going on with you and Damon lately, but just the thought of him bleeding made you nauseous.

Before your hand could make contact he was yanked away from you, a barely perceptible wince coming from him at the movement. You were angry before you even decided to be.

"How could you not warn us?" Elena's voice was shrill against the pounding in your head from the boom that happened moments ago. You couldn't help but noticed she didn't have a scratch on her but didn't hesitate to hit Damon right in the chest.

"Elena." You stepped forward to wedge yourself between them, not wanting Damon to take the matter into his own hands but not allowing Elena to put a hand on him. Vampire or not.

Everyone was staring now.

"No! Don't Elena me. He full knew that this group of vampires had ex military with them. A warning about potential bombs would have been nice!"

You tried hard to put a cap on your frustration. "Why would he willingly walk into somewhere that could blow him to pieces? Pretty sure there's no coming back from that. Even for a vampire."

Elena seemed to debate her reply for a moment, gaze going from the rigid vampire behind you to your own eyes. "One day, he's going to hurt you so bad, you won't care about his feelings anymore." She left with that, Stefan and Caroline in tow. Caroline was the only one who cast a haphazard glance back at you.

"Thank you." His voice was quiet, and your shock was loud.

"Of course."

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"Can you believe him?" You winced as Elena's angry voice sounded after the slam of the front door. You and Caroline had beat her to her own home after the showdown at the grill, hoping to clean up the broken glass you knew was waiting for her.

"I mean, what else do we expect?" Bonnie's reply was sardonic when they both rounded the corner, spying the other women in the kitchen.

"Damon is the most selfish, disgusting idiot that I have ever had the misfortune of knowing." Elena's tone was final as she slammed her purse down on the kitchen counter, pulling up one of the stools to plop into.

You tried to ignore that angry twinge that always started in your chest whenever people set their crosshairs on the older Salvatore. He seemed to be everyone's resident punching bag, despite the recent uncovered issues Stefan also harbored.

"I still say we should get rid of him." Caroline sounded chipper at the idea she presented, ready to have his head on a pike.

That was most definitely all that you could take. The glass you had been cleaning was roughly thrown into the trash can. "So we're going to get rid of Stefan too, right? Cut out the evil right at its root. Maybe Tyler too."

Her friends looked taken aback, each ones eyebrows pulling together while they stole glances at each other.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie was hesitant in her question, her caramel colored eyes focusing on your own.

"I'm fine, Bon. But it doesn't seem like you guys are. For the last year, all I have heard is how Damon is the bane of everyone's existence. How he's evil. How is what happened tonight his fault? Do you blame him for trying to save his mother? You surely wouldn't fault Stefan for doing the same. How can you make him the villain if you wouldn't hesitate to do what he does? If you were put in the same position?" You gripped the kitchen counter, willing your magic to calm from the swirling mess inside of your stomach.

"You can't mean that. He's done terrible things." Elena argued, arms crossing over her chest.

"So have you. So have I. But he's also done amazing things, Elena. He's sacrificed himself time and time again to try and win some kind of favor with you people but you've done nothing but take him for granted, and then demonize him even more when he dares to let your treatment of him hurt his feelings." By the end of your statement, you had your purse hanging off your arm and you were shoving past Bonnie to get out the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Caroline questioned.

"To go make sure Damon's okay."

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You were pretty sure you knew where you were going to find him. Since The Grill was out of commission due to the commotion early in the night, he was definitely drinking at home. That's where you came upon him, sprawled out on the couch in the living room of his home, tumbler of amber liquid dangling from his fingers.

"Shouldn't you be plotting my demise with the Scooby Gang?" The defeat in his voice nearly made you halt, a sadness pulling at the back of your eyes. This man had no venom to him, only defeat.

You came around the couch and gently moved his legs to the ground, taking the seat you just cleared. Those clever blue eyes tracked your movements, something foreign shaded in them.

"I know you don't usually want to, but do you want to talk about tonight? It wasn't an easy decision to make, Damon." You tried to sound understanding without being placating, fearing him holding up behind those walls he so loved to build.

"It wasn't a difficult decision. She had to die. So she did." You would've believed his cold mask if you hadn't heard the cracking in his voice.

You sighed a bit, daring to reach a hand out to rest on his knee. His gaze snapped to yours quickly, hardening slowly like water in winter. "You don't deserve to feel like the villain, Damon. You're put in impossible positions to make terrible decisions, and then shunned for them. Please don't let their hatefulness make you feel any less than you are."

You thought he was going to quip back at you at first, a sardonic smirk on his face - but it dropped quickly, and his voice was almost a breath when he asked his question. "Why do you keep defending me?"

A million answers floated through your mind, because there were so many. But you felt like there was only one that would suffice right now. "Because I care about you."

His lips found yours quickly, fitting together like the last pieces of a puzzle.

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[pinehutch]

The Silt Verses my absolute beloved: I'm relistening and was so excited to get back to Chapter 17, and the way that most of the episode just sweeps over you with an unexpected degree of kindness. Important to be reminded that kindness — or something like it — is possible, even in this brutal world.

[headstrongblake]

someone tell octavia that she doesn’t need to bring skairipa into every verse she has cause she claims it’s part of her development.

[galahdborn]

sorry ,  i’m just .  i’m so distracted .

↪     𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹  .   || @topmechaniic

"Hey." Nyx taps Cindy's shoulder, a small smile on his lips. He doesn't know her, but he can understand why she'd be distracted. The situation was pretty shit, after all.

"It's okay. The situation is pretty shit, but we'll manage. We just have to work together," he assures, knowing he'll do his best to believe his own words as well. He didn't survive the fall of Insomnia just to lose hope now. Hammerhead was a busy place, so it wasn't a surprise that their top mechanic was going to be busy.

"If I can help in any manner, just say the word."

[predvestnik]

Crunching on his, now, chopped ice. Thanks, Kaeya.

Drinks a tall glass of freezing cold water in one loud gulp and instantly feels like a person again. ❛ Ahhhhhhhhhh. ❜

[archangeldyke-all]

hello! i'm angel, i'm 24, and i'm obsessed with sevika and finally decided to make a blog about it.

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[deluxewhump]

Pride of Princes

A story in the Blackmuir Reign Verse

2: the cell

CW: imprisonment, torture mention, fantasy religious persecution, threat of execution, royal caretaker

Prev

Robb Muirdwele was a prison guard for castle Blackmuir. He was not kingsguard, nor was he a knight as he’d once naively dreamed of. But guarding the cells below the castle was an easier job than others he’d had, and he was grateful for the relative shelter the stone walls provided, and the generous meal they were given once a day, as all staff and servants inside the castle were.

But there were drawbacks. For one, it was dark and damp, and even in high summer he had a cough he could not shake. For another, there was the new prisoner. Robb now had to be on his toes at all times because of unusual visitors to the cells, including clerics and more than a few knights. Not only that, but there were the awful sounds that accompanied these visits to the new prisoner. They were torturing him, that much was clear. Robb wondered what it was he’d done to elicit such ire from men of the Tercet and knights and soldiers of the king. The prisoner never said. He never said anything to Robb, or any other of his ordinary guards. He never begged for an audience with the King, or something to write with, or tried to bribe them with desperate promises of money and favor. He cried out and screamed during the torture, of course, but that was all.

When Prince Aedric came to the cells, Robb thought this prisoner must have really done something extraordinarily offensive to House Blackmuir. He bowed his head hastily to the prince, and let him inside the cell.

“Light,” he requested, and Robb lit the cressets. When he’d provided the prince with all the light the cell was designed to provide, he stood just inside the door and watched with his hands folded in front of him dutifully, his back straight. He’d never been this close to a Blackmuir, and only seen the king once. Aedric was the eldest son and heir, with pale brown hair and sharp, straight features that made his face both unforgettable and striking. He wore a doublet of black lined in silver, Blackmuir colors, and a knife at his belt. He’d brought two soldiers with him, but instructed them to wait at the entrance door ten yards down the corridor. They did so silently.

Robb watched as the prince approached the prisoner, his fine boots making soft chuffs on the stone. The prisoner lifted his head slowly, fearful and bleary. The last visit involved a cleric again, and he’d had him beaten before they’d even exchanged words.

The prisoner stiffened at this new presence and flattened as tight as he could against the cell wall. The prince squatted to sit on his heels before him.

“Lord Barrowfen?”

So that was his name. Not that it mattered to Robb. Sometimes he knew their names, sometimes he did not. It wasn’t his job to know them, only to guard them and keep them alive.

“Are you alright?”

The prisoner lifted his head. One eye was swollen to near shut, and he had caked blood that had dried from his nose to his upper lip. He held his arms protectively over his torso, which Robb knew was likely deeply bruised, if not riddled with breaks. The knights or soldiers did the hurting. The cleric only ever watched, holding his white robes an inch off the floor so they would not be dirtied.

“Will you not answer?”

The prisoner spat in his face. Robb flinched.

Incredibly, the prince did not retaliate, but lifted his sleeve to wipe his cheek. “I would feel the same,” he said wryly. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt. That was not on my orders, Lord Barrowfen. I want you to know that, because I’m trying to help you.”

“I’m not a lord in here,” said the prisoner. Robb strained to hear. “I belong to the gods. Not to my father’s new pretender gods. Nor yours.” The prisoner coughed and winced, giving an involuntary whimper at the pain it caused him to do so.

The prince turned. “Did you do this?”

“No, your highness,” blurted Robb. He’d forgotten the word royal. It was your royal highness for a prince, and then ‘sire’ thereafter. He licked his lips nervously. Why did the prince not know this was done by the king’s own men? Under supervision of the clerics? It didn’t matter. His job was to answer a Blackmuir’s questions.

“Who then?”

“Soldiers, sire. His Grace’s knights.”

“What about the clerics?”

“Yes, sire. They are present for it.”

The prince turned back to the prisoner. “Roan,” he said gently, almost beseechingly. “May I call you Roan, then?”

The prisoner looked at him guardedly. He blinked, something like a wince. Perhaps it hurt to shrug.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m going to send a healer down to you.”

The prisoner was caught off guard, if only for a moment. His look of naked hope turned to one of distrust. “One of the king’s healers?”

Robb could only see the back of the prince’s head, but he tilted it slightly at that. “I’ll come with him. I’ll watch him.”

“It won’t matter. They’re not going to stop,” said the prisoner. “They want me to recant.”

“Will you?”

The prisoner’s eyes grew bright as if wet, and he looked away toward the dark corner of his cell. “No.”

The prince moved from a squatting to sitting, letting his fine clothes contact the cell floor.

“Get us water,” he said over his shoulder. Robb turned to fetch it, wondering if it was for the prince or the prisoner. When he returned, the prince held out his arm to receive the cup without turning around. He dipped a kerchief into the water, and motioned toward the blood on the prisoner's face. Robb watched as the prisoner allowed the prince to blot the kerchief against his upper lip until the blood came off. When he was done, he offered the prisoner the rest of the water. He lifted one hand gingerly from his ribs to take it.

“But would it not be surrendering to go through with the arrangement?” the prisoner asked. Robb understood he had missed a piece of their conversation when he’d gone for the water. “Would I not still be capitulating?”

“Not to me,” said the prince, with his knees drawn up and his forearms draped over them casually, as if he were picnicking on a green hill and not sitting on the floor of the dungeons. “You can keep your gods, as far as I’m concerned. I’ll build you a shrine.”

“My gods have no need of a shrine.”

“Whatever it is they need, then. Whatever you need. You’ll have it, but we have to say the vows. I can protect you much more effectively if you are my peaceweaver.”

“Why would you protect me?”

“You’re betrothed to me. Why wouldn’t I? ”

“They won’t let me out without a recantation. They’re going to do worse, and then there will be a trial, and then they’ll kill me.”

The prince nodded. “It seems so, at the moment. Do you know how?”

“How they’ll kill me?”

There was silence before the prince spoke again.

“Treason is usually resolved with burning at the stake.”

The prisoner dropped his eyes.

“I don’t tell you that to be cruel. I’m trying to find an answer, but I think you might need to be that answer for yourself. Will you work with me?”

“I won’t accept the Tercet,” said the prisoner. His voice trembled slightly. “And I’m not afraid.”

The prince hung his head, and then brought it back up again. “Don’t do it out of fear, then. Find something else.”

In the firelight, Robb could see the prisoner’s eyes well up again. He grit his teeth and hugged his arms over his abdomen, looking over the prince’s shoulder at the wall of his cell. He was resolute. At length, the prince climbed to his feet.

“I’m still bringing a healer,” he said as he walked out of the cell. Robb shut the wooden door and fastened its iron bolt with the prisoner inside.

Next

[fourmula1]

Maxiel, heat

summer of cum whatever i want day 27: anon's prompt from 6 months ago

max/daniel. anxious baby omega max 'verse. 866 words.

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When Max arrives in the Paddock he beelines for Red Bull’s hospitality and to get to Daniel’s room with as little interference as possible.

He feels like everyone knows; like one look at him will give away the fact that he just went through his first heat and he’s a ripe omega ready for the taking.

He isn’t. He hates it. He wants to be anything else but this.

Daniel’s room is predictably a mess already but it’s comforting to know that that means he’s already here, somewhere. There’s a hoodie flung onto the little couch, and various snacks and half-drunk drinks on his table and it’s. Familiar and safe.

Max drops his backpack and settles himself on Daniel’s couch, pulls out his phone to scroll and not think about all the appearances and team duties he’ll have to face over the weekend. He’s already hyper-aware of the leers he gets from alphas, but now he fears everyone will know he’s been through his first heat and it will only get worse. He can go on suppressants now, his doctor said, but his appointment isn’t for another week.

When the door to the room opens Max looks up, expecting Daniel’s surprise and eye rolls at seeing him there like he’s come to expect when he hides away in Daniel’s room, but this time there’s no surprise and Daniel slips in and closes the door quietly.

“You’re not surprised to see me?” He asks, joking a little as Daniel raises his eyebrows at him.

“Mate, sorry, but anyone with a nose is gonna know where you’ve been,” Daniel says and Max’s enthusiasm to see Daniel faulters for a moment, heart sinking into his stomach. Everyone can smell it. Him. Available omega fresh off a heat. It’s insurmountably upsetting and Max curls in on himself a little, crosses his arm up over his chest to rub at his shoulder.

Daniel must smell the way his scent changes because he’s over to the couch in a moment to squeeze in next to Max, the way they always do when Max hides in here.

“Maxy, it’s not a bad thing,” Daniel says, shaking his head a bit. “Sorry, just. It’s not easy being an alpha either, you know?”

I don’t, Max thinks, bitterly. Alphas are strong and respected and don’t have to deal with the nerve-wracking idea that they’re vulnerable to the world.

“Better than this,” Max says and he knows he sounds petulant. Daniel laughs, a little bitter himself, and Max looks up at him with a frown.

“I can smell not only you and your heat, but that you’re pissed off, too,” Daniel explains, shaking his head a bit. “It’s not easy. Alphas have instincts too, you know. It’s hard when I can smell that you’re upset and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Daniel says and Max frowns deeper because he supposes he hadn’t thought about that. Alphas can smell the change in omegas’ scents and moods, and Max knows that… that the good ones tune in more. Daniel tried to explain it before – instincts driving him to fix and make things better.

“Well at least no one’s sniffing you out thinking about making you some bitch to conquer,” Max says as he nudges his elbow into Daniel’s side.

Daniel is quiet, next to him, and Max is torn between wanting to look, and being scared of what he’d see.

“I’m not doing that,” Daniel says and his voice is quiet, subdued. Disappointed.

Max looks.

Daniel’s eyebrows are knitted together, eyes downcast at his hands in his lap and Max can feel a wave of empathy wash over him. Omega sense, he supposes, for the way he can feel and smell Daniel’s hurt feelings.

“I would never do that to you,” Daniel continues and Max feels his chest clench, feels like he needs to come up for air with how thick and cloying the emotion in the room is all of a sudden. He believes Daniel. He knows it’s true. Daniel’s been the one Max goes to escapes it all.

“I know,” he agrees, watching the way Daniel’s gaze is downcast, how he won’t look at Max. Something prickles at Max and he frowns a little, trying to work through what exactly he’s feeling. “I’m sorry, I know. You’re the only one, though,” he says, and Daniel snorts a little but it’s not a laugh. It’s annoyed.

“I won’t let anyone else, either,” Daniel insists, nostrils flaring a little, no doubt scenting Max without even really meaning to. “Just. Come to me always, yeah?” Daniel asks as he finally looks up at Max and meets his eyes.

Max feels a shiver up his spine at how intently Daniel is looking at him. Something… something beyond his understanding is happening here and he doesn’t know what to make of the woosh in his belly when Daniel’s hand reaching out to squeeze Max’s thigh gently.

“I will,” Max nods, watching Daniel’s tension soften at the assurance.

Something peculiar that Max hadn’t felt before… before his heat brought him into being a fully developed omega. A weird sort of pull, a tug, to assure Daniel and calm him.

Peculiar.

[wrongcaitlyn]

wrongcaitlyn masterlist

decided to make this for anyone coming from greatest of luxuries or new to my works in general, in case anyone wants to check out my other stuff! my ao3

my name's tawny (not caitlyn, lmao, that's actually from caitlyn kiramman from arcane), i use she/her pronouns, and i write pjo and arcane fics! i also read a lot of fanfic, so if you'd like some recs, check out my 2024 fic rec masterlist :)

asks are open, i love rambling abt any of these fics (or general fandom stuff) <3

i currently have one main wip that i'm working on:

the greatest of luxuries (is your secrets): solangelo, part of the dear reader series, popstar!nico, and a sequel to talk your talk. updates every sunday!

other ongoing wip's:

checkmate, i couldn't lose: solangelo, hs/nerds/academic rivals (sort of) au, road trip with lots of fluff

i can fix him (woah, maybe i can't): solangelo, renegades au (so like, superheroes and villains), enemies to lovers (sort of) + secret identities

and several completed fics (both multi-chaps and one-shots)!

PJO COMPLETED FICS

dear reader series - popstar au - talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) - 34 ch, 145k words, solangelo - still hoping that the fire won't burn me (just one time) - one-shot, 11.1k, valgrace - forever going with the flow (but you're friction) - 2 ch, 17.1k words, fierrochase - you don't need to save me (but would you run away with me) - one-shot, 6k words, shelper - still look at you (like the stars that shine) - one-shot, 7.4k words, rachel

keep your eyes open series - hunger games au - staying on guard (every lesson forms a new scar) - 6 ch, 40.2k words, solangelo, MCD - i've got a lot to pine about (a lot to live without) - one-shot, 2.2k words, solangelo/will solace-centric, graphic depictions of violence, psychological torture

because i'm a mirrorball series - will solace-centric, canon-verse - i've never been a natural (all i do is try, try, try) - one-shot, 10k words, will solace from pre-tlt to botl, not tsats compliant (written before that was released and my own version of will solace lore) - i'm still a believer (but i don't know why) - one-shot, 9.2k words, will solace from botl to tlo, not tsats compliant, canonical MCD - when i break, it's in a million pieces - one-shot, 1.7k words, will solace-centric, battle of manhattan aftermath, all canon/tsats compliant - i'm still tryin' everything (to get you laughing at me) - one-shot, 3.5k words, solangelo from ttc to end of boo, mostly tsats compliant - i'm still on my tallest tiptoes (shinin' just for you) - one-shot, 2k words, solangelo during toa, all canon/tsats compliant - all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me) - one-shot, 1.3k words, solangelo pre-toa, missing scene that's referenced in tsats (their first kiss), all canon/tsats compliant

god, i'm actually invested (haven't even met him) - one-shot, 5.7k words, solangelo au where nico goes to camp jupiter after the giant war instead of staying at camp half-blood, and will meets him years later when going to new rome university

so american - one-shot, 9.6k words, solangelo fame au (country singer will & actor nico)

let's go (battle royale) - one-shot, 7k words, solangelo fortnite streamers au, lots of references to the greek gods-themed season

on a wednesday in a cafe - one-shot, 2.3k words, solangelo college/coffee shop au, an absurd amount of taylor swift song references

like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss - one-shot, 1.1k words, aroace reyna-centric during toa, reyna's pov of rejecting apollo

i'm a mess (but i'm the mess that you wanted) - one-shot, 5.1k, solangelo arcane/timebomb au, nico as jinx and will as ekko but canon divergent from what actually happens in arcane (you don't need to watch arcane to understand it though)

midnights become my afternoons - one-shot, 3.3k words, aroace leo-centric on the argo II, with a bit of leo & nico friendship, canon compliant

ARCANE COMPLETED FICS

dream of some epiphany - one-shot, 1.7k words, caitlyn character study, her thoughts after she takes out the knife in the fight against ambessa and then after the battle

MARAUDERS COMPLETED FICS

reputation (regulus' version) series - celebrity au - starry eyes (sparking up my darkest night) - 16 ch, 113k words, regulus as rep era taylor swift au, james as joe, marauders as a band, background wolfstar and dorlene - baby, let the games begin - one-shot, 1.7k words, bonus chapter to starry eyes, jegulus (in between chapters 15 and 16)

clear blue waters (high tide came and brought you in) - 7 ch, 32.1k words, jegulus cruiseship au, background wolfstar and lots of teenager tonks, very fluffy

and one on hiatus!

may these memories break our fall: jegulus/wolfstar, percy jackson au, and follows the quest of heroes of olympus.

OTHER COMPLETED FICS

- overdue for a revival - one-shot, 8.6k words, harry potter au where charlie weasley becomes the comc professor in poa

[yaoi-priestess]

I think about Holland 1945 a lot

Pretty long post under the cut

The only girl I've ever loved

Was born with roses in her eyes

This is a great opening for the song, and as can be seen by the rest of the album, it's referencing Anne Frank. What he means by roses in her eyes is innocence, I think. Like viewing the wor d through rose colored glasses, she sees it innocently.

But then they buried her alive

One evening, 1945

With just her sister at her side

This really seals the point that it's Anne Frank. "Burying alive" in this sense is talking about how the holocaust came so quickly and took away so much. She had "died" as soon as the holocaust started, many people had, because of lost opportunity. The sister verse is talking about how Anne and her sister Margot lived together in the Bergen-Belsen camp.

And only weeks before the guns

All came and rained on everyone

This talks about when they actually died, in 1945. Only weeks is talking about how close the holocaust was to ending when they died.

Now she's a little boy in Spain

Playing pianos filled with flames

This line is about reincarnation, saying after her death she became someone else. I think the little boy in Spain is referencing Pepito Arriola, a piano prodigy. That makes it line up with the piano line. Arriola was also seen as a reincarnation of talent, and music, which explains why he's a prodigy.

On empty rings around the sun

All sing to say my dream has come

I never figured out what the second verse of this means, but im pretty sure empty rings around the sun is about hopelessness during the holocaust, and with every year or birthday (ring around the sun??) There was not much hope.

But now we must pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep ourselves

At least enough to carry on

This is again about reincarnation, but I think its relates to a later point in the song where he talks about his friend that committed suicide. How he just kind of needs to move on I guess? But not really, he's just trying to remember their lives so that he can live a happy life

And now we ride this circus wheel

Wheel!!! Reincarnation, again I think. The cycle of life of Anne Frank, like earlier in the song

With your dark brother wrapped in white

Says it was good to be alive

But now he rides a comet's flame

And won't be coming back again

Ok ok this is the part I was talking about about his friends suicide. He's riding a comets flame, knowing it'll crash and kill him. And obviously he won't be coming back from the dead. The dressed in white part is i think talking about how angels are dressed. This verse really always gets me sad

The Earth looks better from a star

That's right above from where you are

This is bringing it back to the holocaust. From space, you cant see the terrors of the world, I think that's what this is talking about. How from far away, the tragedies of the holocaust and humanity are unseen, even if you look straight in their direction.

He didn't mean to make you cry

With sparks that ring and bullets fly

Maybe this is about God possibly? Like asking God why the world is so terrible. Especially during the holocaust, which makes sense with the second verse of this. The warfare and belligerence is definitely enough to make someone cry.

On empty rings around your heart

The world just screams and falls apart

I dunno what the first line means, maybe about how much being in hiding or living through war hollows out a person. War is hell

But now we must pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep ourselves

At least enough to carry on

Just da chorus again

And here's where your mother sleeps

And here is the room where your brothers were born

Indentions in the sheets

Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore

I hate to admit i really don't understand these verses well. I just thought they were talking about the deaths during the holocaust, especially of children, how their lives were taken from them so quickly

And it's so sad to see the world agree

That they'd rather see their faces filled with flies

All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

Ok so this is definitely about the holocaust. How Jews were seen as less, and that somehow gave reason for killing so many of them. The white roses part does also mean innocence, like in the beginning of the song, but we can also see it as referencing The White Rose during the holocaust. They were a group of non violent resistance fighters who were anti-nazi.

That's about it for the song I guess?? Listen to it

[darling-ohara]

Blood Like Fire. Burns The Same Way

Miguel O'hara&teen!Spidey!Reader (gn)

A/n (oh dear god there's many)

Angst/no happy ending, hurt/abso-fucking-lutly no comfort, theres a major absence of them in this fandom

Literally miguel's life falling on the seems and reader steps on it

Grief, lots of that, hospitals/car accident mentioned, dead character(s)mentioned, abandoned family, replaced family, basically cheating, rubbing slat on wounds, pure evil, well deserved tho, major daddy issues,panic attack,quick mentions of reader physically suffering(i made my spider bite to be very very painful) crying,planty of that,crusing(warn me if i should add more)

Reader acts alot like miguel and picked alot from him even without meeting him, manners, intelligence ect.. they also wear reading glasses,but they don't necessary need them seeing as they're a spider

The reader is evil,cold, unfeeling to miguel,they only make it worst , getting their revenge and getting it fast

Shoud be gender natural if i didn't slip (do tell me if i did so i can fix it)

i did proof read this but i haven't slept in more them 24 hours so correct me where i go worng

You're half way through your new book when lyla appeared above the book, catching your attention

"lyla?" you asked the AI, she looked frantic, worried, which made you, in return, worried

She never gets like this, unless it was something serious, mostly about the multi-verse

"y/n! The canon happened! Miguel he's-"

Oh

The "canon" happened

You stooped listening to her and worring about it, expression going blank, eyes falling to book to resume your reading, it was more interesting then his "canon"

Lyla fell silent above up, her figure flinshing back slightly "y-y/n?" she hesitated, something you know she did on purpose

Your eyes snapped up to her, your reading glasses' frame divided your eye sight in half, lifting an eyebrow, you waited for her to continue

"miguel is coming back... " she said, hopeful, yet knowing the reality of the situation

Miguel o'hara , your biological father, left you and your mother on your fifth birthday to go live with another family, raising another daughter claiming that it's the best for the universe.

You lived with your mother for the rest of her days, 11 years to be more exact

She would always praise your father to you, saying how much of a great man he is, and how he's out there leaving his two most beloveds to save this universe

You smiled at her and pretended to believe her, because you know that deep down, she didn't mean a word of it

And you didn't need to reach deep down to know, in fact, all you needed were mere touches on your cyan screen, activate a camera, to see him smiling at a mother that wasn't yours, a family that wasn't his and most of all, a daughter that wasn't you

He left when you were 5,your mother left when you were 16

you were bitten at that age too, sitting on your mother's grave, angry at your mother for leaving, angry at your dad because he doesn't know that she left and most of all angry at yourself for thinking about him in such a moment, that's when it happened, a little pinch at first, you thought nothing of it, but by the time you reached your room, you were crying, kicking and screaming, hell running through your flesh, lyla hovering around trying to offer words of comfort but to no avail

And that's what you call, your "canon" For becoming a spider, suffering alone..(it was actually losing your mother, but hey! Maybe with both being absent you'll have more powers?!)

You weren't put into an orphanage because you were almost 18 with stable income and good grades, one thing you could thank your father over is his pay check and his intelligence,, which you question from time to time if it was your mother's, and she decided to keep it hidden

After alot and of studying the multi-verse (mostly out of spite to prove that miguel didn't actually need to leave, to which he didn't, it was a canon for that girl to lose her father, by him being in the picture the universe he's in will get destroyed when her canon becomes his and he loses her!)

but then again, that lab that only opens to him was proof, of your intelligence, since it's your lab/work place now,, only opens at your command, full of your tools and projects, would he ask for it back? Not that you would give it to him,, it doesn't belong to him anymore, hell, nothing in this house does

By the time you re-surfaced from your dark thoughts you were already washing dinner's dishes, damn, you didn't even enjoy it, you rolled your eyes, as lyla flew around mumbling stuff under her breath, she sounds like fly, you held in your smile

You dried the last plate when you senced it, your face dropped and lyla paused.

He was here

You acted like nothing is happening, wiping the counters, your back facing the entery of which he'd reach a few seconds after unlocking the door

Lyla disappeared, probably not wanting to deal with the tension coming in the shape of traitor with bloody,torn clothes, messy head of hair, red,puffy eyes, and barely standing on his two damn feet

You heard him pause right before reaching the opening that signals the end of foyer and the beginning of the huge living room, dinning room and kitchen tied to it, the only thing separateing them were bits of walls and counters

You can hear his confusion, and damn it was funny, confused why didn't his "true love waits forever" wife come hurring to his side already? the memory of her wishing every night in that hospital that his mission was over and he'll come to her the next morning as you try to fall asleep in her side in that uncomfortable hospital chair ignited your hate for him like gasoline to a fire

He's dragging his feet carefully now, wondering why hasn't his daughter come with her mother yet, standing behind her, leaning on the door pillar, looking up at him like he was a gift sent from the sky, a dream came true, a legend proven real, a hero coming from war

You almost laughed at the idea, if it wasn't for his breath hitching at the sight of you

You were wiping down the stove now, pretending to be blissfully unaware of him, despite all your spider sences screaming at you to turn around, either fight back or swing away, even they knew he was a stranger

The stove and counter were half way through their third wipe down when he finally spoke

".. Hey" a broken, shell of a word

You turned around to face him, acting like you knew he was there, or that he'd been there for ages already, and both were correct, but he wouldn't know that

"hey" you repeated, voice louder but not attacking, monotoned to match you deadpan stare at his redish eyes

He took a sharp breath, the lack of reaction having caught him off guard, ego reversing itself back into a tiny black dot

You looked him up and down, features like an ironed shut book to him, good.

"um.. Do you know who i am? " he asked, confused, does he think you were not his?

You almost huffed out a laugh before swallowing it down by "Miguel O'hara?" it was worded like a question, toned like a state of the obvious, he almost folded in on himself, seemingly smaller, somehow..

"yes but what else? "

You snapped

He dares ask what else, as if he ever played any else it your life

Traitor, lier, cheater-

"-my sperm donor" you said, an extended hand, to give him a slap on the face

His eyes widen with horor

"where- where is your mother! " he was the one to snap, sharp yet weak, and you could almost see him yelling, blaming your mother "i leave to save this whole universe and what do you do??? Tell them I'm their sperm donor?!? You felt nothing towards me or my honor to tell them anything else!... You never really loved me huh?"

So you kept staring

" where is your mother? " words more confident this time, more angry

You swallow the knot in your stomach that brings tears to your eyes

It was now or never, break him or make him, and you're not a maker

"she was my canon event" you said, and you hoped that the hallowness of your voice did a good job in hiding the sadness that came with it

It takes him a moment,, then two, until he looks genuinely terrified, red-eyes becoming glossy, quickened breath turns into pants and little dry sobs, legs finally buckling down, arm reach to the nearest surface to insure a safe(r) landing, other hand reaching for his throat, tearing what's left of that blue and red suit of his, it was almost comical how it happned

Little pants turned into heaving "h-how-why-y.. What-" the rest you couldn't make out even of you tried

"car accident, last year, stayed three weeks in the hospital after they told us that even if she survives she'll suffer, do they pulled out the plug, by her call " you let the high walls get even higher because no way you are crying in front of this unfeeling man, no matter how much emotions are currently being on full blast in front of you right now

More heaving in hopes of enough oxygen to enter his lungs and calm his storm of thoughts

"the last weekshe stayed alive waiting for you, she was almost certain that you'll come see a last time" you didn't usually like rubbing slat in open wounds, but his look like a delicious meal for you

And there it was- that heart-crushing sob,that sounds like chocking and feels like it too, that always come with more tears then you know what to do with, as he leaned on the wall hands on his face,plams pressing into his eye sockets,,tears somehow still a stream down his face,despite the un-humanly possible pressure he's using..

For the first time since he entered, you took a step, out of the kitchen, then another, until you were in front of him...

He stilled a bit by your closer presence, and you resisted urge to laugh at him, he really thinks you're gonna be here for him? after everything? What a fool

You inhaled, his scent ten times in your lungs, well more of a mixture of salt, ash, dust, blood, sweat and if you focus enough a, colone

"your room is the same as always, bedding is the closet,clothing is as well , there is some leftovers in the fridge, do. Not. try and open any other room, they're not yours anymore" and with that you sealed you lips again

If he stilled before, now he froze, all tense

You stood back up, turned around and started walking to your lab

"lyla" you requested, the lighting figure appear within rhe second, face scrunched up and worried "yes y/n?"

"do help him if he asks, I'm done here" you almost added if asks nicely lyla turned to see that horrific sight, with a gasp, she turned towards you, but was cut off by his , repeated, quick, wet, inhales that only come with a scream as hurtful as death itself, been there, done that,

Before he reaches a range to let out a scream, you closed the lab's door and the sound proof walls done their job, having some homework to do and projects to work on.

Blocking a horrible, terrible, scream and grief and regret, tainted not by one, but four sets of blood, one still so warm and running down his skin as you breath when you closed the distance between you two, to throw ice at his boiling oil...

This took me almost 4 hours,short for my liking tbh

I think imma add a few more parts to this, to fully fefill the title's meaning, not sure tho, what yall think?

[eusuntgratie]

2024 Writing Round Up

tagged by the wonderful @cha-melodius <3 thank you i love this!

i published 33 fics in 2024 🥳 101k words across 9 fandoms! i MIGHT get one more up by the end of the year but we'll see!

FEBRUARY

dance with me so we don't cry (rwrb, firstprince, T, 1500 words) a songfic au inspired by lonely dancers by conan gray. henry and alex have a meet cute in a club after having their hearts broken.

APRIL

ya girl was BUSY in april why did i publish so much fic this month?!?

thirst trap (911 rpf, ryliver, M, 500 words) baby's first ryliver! oliver takes a slutty gym selfie with a special surprise.

this could be a disaster (rwrb rpf, taynick, E, 44k) my slutty magnum opus finished posting in april! an au of sorts where covid didn't happen and we got a press tour for rwrb...and sluttery and shenanigans ensued.

you could've texted (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 1400 words) oliver reacts to ryan's insta story

chapter 1 of disaster (taylor's version) (rwrb rpf, taynick, M, 1500 words) taylor's pov of chapter 3 of this could be a disaster

MAY

hungry (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 800 words) Nolan's a succubus, TK is down bad as always

chili (the falcon & the winter soldier, sarahbucky, G, 150 words) sarah and bucky share a quiet moment in the kitchen

JUNE

quiet (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) the inevitable result of me learning that oliver shared a villa with ryan and his wife at aisha's wedding i don't know how to say it (hockey rpf, sidgeno & sidgenotanger, E, 3k) an omegaverse au where geno reacts to kris getting called up, kris falls in immediate lust with sid, and sid plays everybody like a fiddle to get what he wants. my 2024 sidgeno exchange fic!

after hours (rwrb, firstprince, E, 5k, at least one chapter left to post) alex is a (very hot) mechanic, henry is a visiting professor at UT Austin.

montana (hockey rpf, sid/anna, E, 1200 words) anna shows up to sid's place in montana and pegs him. that's it that's the fic.

JULY

couldn't help it (rwrb, firstprince, M, 400 words) the first of many kiss prompts. canon compliant reunion kiss at lake lbj.

then don't (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, G, 600 words) a soft and sweet marco/elliott meet cute

fearless and fierce (teen wolf, stisaac, M, 600 words) a desperate post-battle kiss

already over (rwrb, alex/raf, E, 7k) hands down one of my favorite fics i wrote this year. a canon-compliant alex/raf fic.

your turn (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 300 words) it's not gay if you don't kiss on the lips, right?

AUGUST

close calls (rwrb, firstprince, T, 2k) alex is a musician and henry is his long-suffering bodyguard

laundry room light (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) oliver comes over to help ryan fix a light, and also rail him while his wife is upstairs

we've got time (rwrb, firstprince, T, 500 words) a soft and slow early morning firstprince kiss

SEPTEMBER

drink me up (roswell new mexico, malex, E, 3k) michael walks into the wild pony while alex is working the bar and has to blow him about it (a different first meeting au)

i wanna be in your bloodstream (rwrb, firstprince, E, 1700 words) alex is a vampire and henry is very, very into it

OCTOBER

Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, T, 600 words) Marco finds a welcome distraction from Elle at the Halloween dance

boys will be boys (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 800 words) things get a little spicy after tyler and vlamis take pics for the Burn the World Down vlambase merch drop

voice note (rwrb rpf, taynick + a bonus mystery character, E, 4k) disaster-verse; taylor's partner gets involved. just fun and smutty, not angsty!

it's a bad idea, right? (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 2k) what if vlamis had a ronen rubinstein-esque reaction to shooting with tyler and sucked his dick about it?

come find me in the crowd, love (teen wolf, sterica, T, 600 words) Stiles and Erica kiss at a party to make Derek jealous, but end up having too much fun to worry about him.

tell 'em i'm a good kisser (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) Taylor finds Nick a little tipsy at the Oscars After Party

baby, it's alright (roswell new mexico, malex and michael & nora, T, 900 words) Nora's POV of the Caulfield scene. I'm sorry.

NOVEMBER

chaos theory (rwrb, firstprince, T, 800 words) henry watching alex and nora dance, but at a halloween party where nobody's famous

mississppi (roswell new mexico, malex, M, 2k) alex calls michael before his second deployment

not like this (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) older taynick. they're still hot.

DECEMBER

conformation (roswell new mexico, malexa, E, 6k) a sex club bdsm au bc we deserve nice things (like michael in a harness with a collar and leather leash)

make you feel safe (rnm rpf, vlamburn, T, 1400 words) posted today! a little hurt/comfort set during 3x09 filming

no pressure tagging some folks bc this was fun to look at!

@onward--upward @captainjunglegym @stnichols @faketrex @taste-thewaste

@cuprun @matriayawrites @jdeanmorgan

@insecuregodcomplex @firstprincehornyramblings @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @rewritetheending

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 15th

Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Matthew Crawley x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, mature

Word count: 600>

Warnings: fluff (am I feeling okay)

Notes: short but sweet one today! No sex in this one but I've rated it 18+ anyways as 1) no minors should interact with my blog or kinktober, and 2) there are some mature themes still as reader seduces Matthew.

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

Entering the library, you're greeted to Matthew nose deep in a law book, looking very comfortable in an armchair next to the warm, crackling fire. Swinging your arms around, you huff and puff out of boredom.

"Y/N, can you please stop."

"But I'm boreddd."

Matthew rolls his eyes, "Then grab a book or something."

All he ever does lately is read up on his law books. You think he deserves a break... you both deserve a break. The house was skeleton crew today, since everyone was at the manor house up in Scotland. Matthew decided to stay here as he had a few upcoming meetings. So naturally, you decided to stay with him.

You've already read most the books here, but you decide to join him and pick up a book regardless, just grateful for the company.

You start reading the spines when one catches your eye; The Complete Works of E.E. Cummings. An idea springs into your mind as you decide to have a bit of fun with Matthew.

You plonk yourself down into an armchair across the room and flick to one of your favourite poems in the leatherbound book. The smell of old paper wafting from the pages. You loved it in here, Matthew clearly does too, spending many days and nights in this room.

Your mind snaps back to reality, remembering the plan to relieve Matthew from his law abiding duties. Clearing your throat, you start to read the poem out loud.

"May I feel, said he", you enunciate each word, they roll off your tongue like liquid velvet.

"Y/N, please."

"I'll squeal, said she."

"I'm trying to wor-"

"Just once, said he. It's fun, said she."

You pause a while, waiting for Matthew to settle back down. Then, you get up out of the chair and walk over towards Matthew, heels clattering on the wooden floor. Your fingers trail down his arm.

"May I touch, said he."

You grab his book out of his hand and close it. He attempts to speak but you close them with your index finger in a "shh" motion on his lips. The book clatters to the floor as you throw it out of the way. You lean into his left hand side, lips ghosting around his ear.

"How much, said she."

The hair on his arms start to stand up on end before you start to straddle Matthew's lap. He looks at you longingly as his hands wander around your hips, cementing you in place.

"A lot, said he."

Matthew starts to move his head towards you, going in for a kiss. You move your head slightly towards him, when you change your mind at the last second and move backwards away from the kiss.

Matthew glares at you, raising an eyebrow. You smile at his reaction, seeing how quickly he melts for you. The man is besotted. He meets your gaze, when he snatches the book out of your hand in return, also throwing it to the floor.

He gets up out of his chair, holding you tightly to his chest. You can hear the sound of your dress ruffling as Matthew grips hold of your lower back, the underskirt tangling up in his fingers. Your legs wrap around his waist giving him a helping hand.

Matthew effortlessly carries your weight out of the library. Closing the door with his foot, he starts walking up the stairs towards the bedroom. Your head resting on his shoulders, grabbing his back for stability. Matthew spins you around when you reach the door, you giggle as he does so catching you off guard. He manages to open it with one hand.

"Why not, said she", Matthew finishes the poem verse. His voice deep and full of lust, as the two of you finally kiss.

[galahdborn]

☆ @caecus-scientia ☆

Nyx had taken on a solo hunt in order to get away from the noise of all the people who had also survived Insomnia's fall. They stayed together, because there was safety in numbers and it was the best way of going about survival with their home gone, but Nyx often got overwhelmed. His friends weren't there, the only people who could've possibly given him an anchor to hold onto, so he had to find something else.

He hadn't expected to meet someone else out here in the middle of nowhere, especially not a someone who was... picking up ingredients?

"Hey, a nasty Reaperking has been spotted in this area, so you should be careful, alright?" he called out, feeling like it was his duty to warn the other male. Nyx didn't think that a reaperking was a big threat, but civilians wouldn't agree – still, didn't this guy seem kind of familiar?

[sugarywishes]

Considering the age they grew up in, I figured I may as well ask: What were the Afton Family's favourite movies & video games of the era? Naturally I'm mostly asking around the 80's, although I will be happy to hear about how they changed as time went on (and games in particular improved) as well...

I think the only ones who would even enjoy video games are the kids, Clara and William seem too 'old school' to understand them 💀💀, but anyway, on with the questions! Answers below as usual.

I'm gonna mix things around and start with Evan! I can definitely see him as an animated movie enjoyer, so I think Disney and Warner Bros and other such studios would be his favorites (although most of the stuff the companies put out during the time kinda stinked...sorry about the poor catalog of choices Evan) His favorite animated movie would probably be Cinderella, he totally understands her. For live action movies, he has a lot less options since the movies around his time were a bit scarier than the ones we have today. I guess I can see him liking the Muppets movies? It's the only franchise I can think of that wouldn't scare him with special effects or violence or anything like that. (I'm not too well versed in any media that's not from my time lmao, any suggestions would help) He prefers the world of animated TV shows than he does movies, Fredbear and Friends was his favorite, but he enjoyed others as well!

For video games, I don't see him playing them a lot actually. William probably disapproves of his kids messing around with video games so he doesn't let them near them (despite the fact that his restaurant had an arcade, of course the kids would get access to them bro!) Evan I think would like Pac Man! Very generic 80s video game I know, but tons of kids loved it, including him! Maybe he would also play Pole Position and Galaca? Or Frogger or Circus?? I dunno, just think of any tame/kid-ish and kinda repetive games, and Evan would probably like them.

Okay now moving onto his brother (pre bite, I'm gonna start clarifying which version of Mike I'll be talking about from now on since pre bite and post bite Mike are basically two different people personality wise) Mikey is *COOL* and *EDGY* and *NOT A BABY!!* So you can expect his favorites to be pretty intense! He is a huge action and horror fan (he kinda forced himself to like horror in an attempt to look cooler for his friends) I think Halloween, Carrie, The Outsiders and Night of The Living Dead would be his top picks, maybe also Star Wars, but he'd rather die than let anyone know he liked the movies. For Post-Bite Michael, he only watched, you guessed it, The Immortal And The Restless! It brought him a little bit of comfort when uh...everything was going on, he developed a big interest in romance movies (if only he had a romance himself...) But as time went by (yk post scoop when he was stuck indoors for a while) he just started watching *whatever* to pass his miserable days, he basically became a couch potato for a little bit.

Okay so um now to video games, Post-Bite Mike didn't play video games at all after that, but pre-bite Mike, that's a whole nother story! This man was on the gaming grind, from Wizards of Wor to Space Invaders to Robotron to...whatever video games were popular with teens at the time I suppose! (He tried begging his mom to let him keep an arcade machine in his room, but he already had a TV in there, why would he need more?) (And plus there was like no room in there)

Onto Elizabeth! She had a collection of "girl" movies she owned like The Last Unicorn and Grease (she would've died for HSM if it came out during the 70s/80s) and things like that (although she usually preferred going outdoors than she did watching movies and stuff, so her collection would just collect dust mkst of the time, unless Evan wanted to watch some of it, which he did!) Her favorite movie was probably between Footloose or E.T (wow, those are some choices girl, she probably likes E.T because Charlie really liked it) She also enjoys a plethora of animated movies and TV too, if she knew what anime was back then she would've been an avid Candy Candy and Rose of Versailles fan, she liked drama too okay? (As a matter of fact Mike probably developed his like of drama because of her)

For video games, I don't think she would play a lot of those. She did her best to obey her father's rules so she stayed away from them as best as she could (One day she got to play Dragon's Lair with Charlie and Mike, she really enjoyed it because of the visuals!) But I guess she has no favorite because she didn't play them at all.

Now onto Clara, her favorite types of movies were drama and tragedies, her favorite movie was Eyes Without a Face (I think it would count as a horror movie but I don't really consider it one tbh) and maybe Family Secrets? It reminded her a lot of her old family and she sometimes imagines that maybe she'd be able to reconcile with them one day (Well, that never happened!) But she also enjoyed artsy movies, she just understood them to a deeper level than most would. As I said before, she did not play video games because she didn't care to.

Now finally, William. I see him as the kind of guy to not even watch movies or TV shows. He is straight up BORINGGG. (He will of course watch anything Evan asks him to watch with him, for the sake of his dearest son 🤧) I know there are people who headcanon him to like horror movies because they're violent and scary and he's also violent and scary, but I personally think he finds horror movies weird and annoying. (Nothing can compare to true murder and fear in his eyes) The closest thing to a favorite movie (genre) are 'humanoid object possession' movies (by humanoid object I mean like dolls or mannequins or wax figures, stuff like that) it reminds him of a few certain possessed robots...

He doesn't like video games because he absolutely sucks ass at them.