#we know how to use the blacklist feature sir

[midnight-aura-star]

Where are @neil-gaiman @wilwheaton and others at

truly fucking incredible that the ceo actually thought it was a good idea to post "well if you're all going to be so mean to me then maybe there shouldn't even be a tumblr." incredible that his lawyers haven't told him to shut the fuck up and stop posting through it yet

[thanx-idonttry]

Bakugou x Black Model!Reader

TW: Bakugou being the Reader’s Superman at the end! Protective and Caring Bakugou.

@fanlovedlt because you’ve been my biggest supporter and all my love goes out to you. I love you and thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

“I feel ridiculous.”

Those were the three words out your mouth once you saw yourself in a Mirror. They told you that you would’ve been modeling for an Urban Catalog, which made you curious enough to agree. But when you arrived and saw that the entire staff was snooty, rich, white people... You knew it was all downhill from there. All these 40-50 years old white women with cornrows using words like “Hip” and shit, you wanted to sigh so hard and slap your Forehead, hoping to knock you out. The Head designer that was running this whole thing, was the age of Dolly Parton, and you can bet all your money that this Bitch had a MAGA hat in her possession somewhere. (Bitch let the Hat go! He not even President anymore!)

“Ridiculous?! Darling you look fabulous! You’re catalog is going to end racism over night! I mean, all you guys are wearing clothes like this all the time! Once they see {Full Name or Stage Name}In my new “Urban isn’t Just Black” line.. It will HUGE!” You stared at this Bitch in BLACK DISBELIEF!!! Urban isn’t just Black?! REALLY?! BITCH ARE YOU DYING OF DEMENTIA?!?This Catalog would strip you of your dignity, get you jumped in the hood, ruin your profession as one of the Biggest Models in the industry. “You gotta joking. I can’t.” You said to her. She gave you a look with a raised eyebrow, she scoffed. “What do you mean you can’t? You will! Now go to the set, and I don’t want to hear otherwise.” The lady said, about to walk away, her walking away from you flipped that switch inside you.

“Well That’s Too Damn Bad! You can’t force me to this! Who do you think you are?!” You snapped at her, she turned and smirked at you. “The one in charge of your pay. Now you better do what I say or no money, got it?” You looked at her, She had some nerve! You have more pride and dignity than this, even though she’s right about the money, you’re better than this. You’re not gonna sell out like this. “I Quit.” You said, you didn’t sound confident, but you knew you were sure as hell, not doing this Shoot. “You what?” She asked with a very displeased face. “I Quit! Doing this shoot will only please you, not me. And I’m not sorry when I say I’m not a people pleaser.” You said walking off.

“Consider yourself Done in this industry! I’ll see to it that you will never get another opportunity! And get blacklisted, no one will ever see your face in magazines and billboards ever again!”

Your heart broke. Your whole career gone just like that. Refusing to let her see that she got to you, you had rolled your eyes and said that you didn’t care. But you did care, a whole bunch. You gathered your things, and left out that building as quickly as possible. That’s when the tears really fell, the warm wind from the city blew away your tears as you try not to panic about your career. Your mind started to spin, so you wasn’t watching where you going. You bumped into a strong chest, knocking you back a bit. You looked up with tears heavily in your eyes, you sniffed and apologized.

The strong chest you bumped into you was about to aggressively tell you to ‘Watch it!’ But then he saw the tears in your eyes, your face was stunning, even with the tears in your eyes. Bakugou softened, before you got far, he grabbed your arm. “Hey, are you okay?” You turned around to realize that the guy that you were about to punch for grabbing your arm was none other than, Katsuki Bakugou Hero Name Dynamite. You relaxed a bit, he was a hero, you were safe. “I asked are you alright?” He repeated. He don’t know what possessed him on his day off to becoming heroic for you. But something in your beautiful golden face, and your (e/c) eyes. You seemed to glow even when you’re looking like this.

You broke down, you don’t know why, but you let it all out to him. He cradled you in his arms, shocked and upset. “Hey, hey, calm down.... What’s your name?” He asked in his most gentle voice. You sniffed and looked up at him, “{Name.}” you answered. “You’re career is not over. Take me to the agency that did this to you.” He said, you were shocked. “W-What?” You said confused. “No one should suffer because they stood up for themselves. That line you described sounds awful, and they should be punished for threatening your career like that. You’re gonna be fine, I’ll make sure of it.” He looked down at you with a reassuring smile.

You looked at him with shocked at appreciation in your eyes. “You’ll do that for me? I mean, you don’t even know me.” You said, Bakugou stiffened, you were right, you didn’t know his and same vice versa. But something about you, your foreign features to him, amazed him. He could tell you were someone worth protecting, Plus, he had a little time to spare, might as well yell at some racist woman. “Let’s go.” Bakugou simply said. You smiled, grabbed his hand, and started leading him to the studio. When you entered, you had a confident walk, you were excited, it was time to settle this and save your career.

“Hey Bitch!” You called out to the lady, she turned away from her assistant and dropped her jaw, clipboard, and coffee. She was shocked to see Bakugou standing there, you smirked. “You think you can ruin my career?! Well We! Don’t think so! Dynamite, let her have it.” You said giving him his cue. Bakugou glared at the woman, he could tell that she was a rich, selfish, entitled, racist bitch. “Did you threaten her pay and career?” He asked in a seriously low voice. “Sir- Mr. Dynamite! Please understand that she was rude to me! All I did was ask her to wear our product for this shoot!” The lady tried to explain, Bakugou shook his head. “So when she said ‘No.’ You choose to ruin her career?!” Bakugou added with a lil more volume in his voice.

“She had no right! This is my shoot, and what I say goes! And why are you fighting for her?! Don’t you’re people Hate her kind?” The lady asked. Both you Bakugou went wide eyed and inhaled deeply. You were the first to snap, “Why you prejudice, wrinkly ass Rick Sanchez looking-” Bakugou stopped you by grabbing your hand, catching you off guard. Once he collected his words, he let go and started walking up towards the woman with a disgusted look on his face. “Lady, I’m going to need you to check your privilege, and your ignorance. To answer your question, I don’t hate her kind unlike someone I’m looking at right now. {Name}’s kind is fucking great! Everything from their Hair, to their skin, body type, and Creativity. And I know a lot of other Heroes that loves the same thing, and dating them.

To be honest, I hate your kind. Running around thinking you own the fucking world as you step on people’s dreams and freedom just to get on top. Well let me bring you back to reality. The moment I say something about this incident, it’s gonna spread fast. Not only will you go to court, you’ll lose your money, business, and all that Material shit you like. If anyone’s career is ruined, it’s going to be yours.” The lady was silent, completely stuck and realizing how fucked she was. “So, do you want this incident to get out? Or do you wanna forget this ever happened and you can keep all of your money, and Not mess with {Name}’s career. Dealers choice.

“Fine! Fine! I won’t ruin {Name}’s Career.” The lady said, “Now you’re gonna give {Name} the pay she was supposed to receive today, and Give her an apology as well. And it better be genuine.” Bakugou added. The woman was nervous when she started looking at you, you stood there with your arms folded. “{Name}... I shouldn’t have tried to ruin your just because you said no. I apologize for thinking I was above you.” The lady said. You smiled, “Thank you, now my check?” You asked with your hand sticking out like the Littlest Gross Sister off Proud Family. The Lady demanded her sister to fill out the check quickly. Once the check came into your hands, you felt so good and relieved. You turned to the hero.

“Thank you so much, I know you hear this a lot, but you’re my hero.” You smiled brightly, it was so beautiful to Bakugou, he saw the twinkle in your eyes, the glow you possessed because you’re skin was so skin was so radiant. You grabbed his hand again and you both walked out the studio. Once you two were outside, Bakugou stopped and stared at you. “You okay?” You asked, Bakugou smirked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I seriously can’t thank you enough for what you said and did for me.” “Hey, it’s what heroes do.” He said. “I guess this is where we part ways... I’m really glad I bumped into you.” You said as you tried to pull away, but Bakugou’s grip got tighter.

“It doesn’t have to be this way... We can, Go to a restaurant and arcade? If you like?” Bakugou offered. You were shocked by the date offer, you smiled because one of the Top Pro Heroes want to go out with you, who would turn down this opportunity?! You jumped with joy and skipped up to him, “Can we go somewhere with Laser Tag?” You asked him, He smiled “Hell yeah, I bet I can kick your ass!” He declared, that caused you to give a cocky smile as you stared at him, “Oh yeah? Then game on Mr. Dynamite.” Bakugou shook his head, “I’m off duty, please call me Bakugou” He said, you raised one eyebrow. “Is that a first or last name?” You asked. “Last.”

“Okay, before this night ends, I’ll know you by first name.”

[twokinkybeans]

Touch Me, Please [Starker Fic] Pt.3

Summary: Tony Stark has never told anyone that he’s still a virgin. He doesn’t want to sleep with people who only want him because of his outward persona. So instead, he hires an escort. Things get a little more heated than either of them had expected. Tags/Warnings: Escort!Peter, Virgin!Tony, nff, nsfw, sexual tension, teasing, Peter is 22, Tony is 53, oral sex, 69. Taglist: @starkerswonderland @staticwhispersinthedark @starkerprince @parkers-stark​ @bluestarker (let me know if you want to be added!)

Notes: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN 2 MONTHS SINCE I POSTED FOR THIS I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT Y'ALL!!! I come bearing good news though! This was supposed to have three parts, but the plot started living its own life and now we're definitely having a fourth part as well ehehehe. Hope y'all enjoy! -Kim

Read the fic here on AO3

Or click here to find the previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

-

Peter knows he’s fucked. Absolutely, terribly, fucked.

And to be honest… Even that’s an understatement.

Peter clutches his coat tighter and fastens his pace. He’s snuck out of the enormous labyrinth that’s Tony’s home, and is now on his way to the bureau’s HQ. It’s still early in the morning, a little over 7 am, and Peter hopes to catch one of his managers before they start their meeting.

Peter made a grave mistake, and all he can do is spill it all out and pray that he can keep his job. He’s had unsafe sex with a customer. If there’s one thing that he should pay close attention to, it’s that. He never made a mistake like this before. However, with Tony, he completely threw his cool and composed sugar baby persona out the door; his mind lost to the wealthy man he only met last night. Tony may claim to be a virgin, which according to his eager yet sloppy techniques isn’t too hard to believe, but still. Peter shouldn’t have risked it.

He eyes the building in front of him and hesitates. He could just get a test done without his bosses knowing; play sick until he gets the results. But if they were to find out… He’d lose his job for sure. And contrary to popular belief, he’s not in the industry just for the money. He likes his career. 

In good faith, Peter steps forward and presses the doorbell.

-

Tony wakes up when a golden glow casts over his body. He smiles groggily. In his haze last night, he must’ve forgotten to close the curtains. He sighs and turns around, grabbing the sheets to tug them up a little higher. Slowly, the surroundings are getting to him. The distant sound of traffic rushing through the busy streets of NYC. The buzz of the elevator as it sweeps past his floor...

...and the complete lack of another human’s breath.

Tony swallows and his eyes flutter open. A harsh sting rips through his chest when he sees his bed is indeed empty.  “Peter?” He calls out, half-heartedly expecting an answer but not at all surprised when it stays dead silent.

-

It’s safe to say that the following days, Tony is in such a sour mood that his employees nearly cringe each time he walks across the room. He should’ve never hired an escort to have his first-ever sexual encounter with. The plan was destined to fail from the get-go, and it had. 

“Tony?”

Tony turns around to find Pepper standing in the doorway of his private office. Pepper has been his personal assistant for years now, and he is aware that he wouldn’t survive a single day without her skills in his company. She’s seen his worst more often than not - and she doesn’t deserve to be the one to take his anger - but Tony can’t help but glare. “What?” “Jeez, they were right. You’re a fucking asshole today.” Pepper says calmly and raises her eyebrows as she closes the door behind her. Tony can feel some of the tension fade from his posture and he casts his eyes down.

“What happened?” She proceeds to ask. Tony shrugs. How could he tell her? “I did something stupid.” “I figured as much.” The PA places a stack of files onto his desk and sits down in the chair opposite of him. “Personal troubles, or Stark Industries-related?” “Personal.” “Ah, good. That’s one less of a worry.”

Tony glares again, but this time it’s more playful. Pepper smirks. “Gotcha,” she hums, seemingly pleased with herself. “Now, tell me what happened.” “I can’t.” “I’m sure you can, it’s-” “It’s too embarrassing, Pep. Please, I gotta deal with this by myself.” Pepper raises her eyebrow at his words and leans onto the wooden surface.  “Then deal with it before you drag Stark Industries into whatever it is.” She shoves the stack of paper forward and smiles faintly. “After you deal with these, of course.”

“Of course.”

-

It’s late in the evening, and Tony swirls the whiskey around in his glass. He finished the work right before dinnertime and decided to take the rest of the night off.

Deal with it.

Tony snorts. How could he? Peter left. It’s plain and simple that the kid didn’t want to stay. His pretty, sweet words had been nothing but lies and deception, and Tony feels like a goddamn fool for falling for the act. Peter is an escort. Pleasing people, telling them what they want to hear, it’s his job. Tony can’t blame him. He only blames himself.

Yet, it doesn’t keep him from grabbing his phone and navigating towards the escort website. He sniffs once, finding his way to the catalog. It should be easy to find Peter. Right? Tony scrolls down the list and frowns when he hits the bottom of the page. Mmh. He scrolls back up and sits a little more upright when he can’t seem to find Peter’s picture. He taps the search bar and types in his name.

No results found.

In a wave of panic, Tony types out the bureau’s number to contact them and waits anxiously. He has no intention of bothering Peter ever again, but now that it seems he vanished, it makes him feel strangely panicked. As if every link he had to the boy is simply gone. As if nothing ever happened.

Except something did happen.

“Good evening, this is Eva. How may I help you?” “Uhmm- Hi. It’s Mr. Stark. I’m, eh, I’m looking to book Peter again? He was here last night?” “Oh, I’m terribly sorry to inform you, sir, but I’m afraid Peter is temporarily unavailable. I could put you on the waiting list for when he returns?” “Please.”

And like a stupid idiot, he disconnects straight after. He sniffs and lowers his phone. He wonders if he just made another mistake.

-

Peter sucks at his teeth, his foot restlessly tapping onto the floor. He looks at his scheduled bookings and stares at the one empty spot. There’s only one client left to call, but Peter doesn’t know if he should. After a long tirade, and thankfully, a negative STD test, he’s back in the game and good to go. But, if he couldn’t keep himself together last time… He’s not sure if it’d be professional to go back to Tony.

Sweet, innocent, handsome Tony.

“Hey,” Harley pokes his head past Peter’s shoulder and grins. “I see you’re free tonight. My pal Dave is throwing a party at the Frizzles. Wanna come?” Peter rolls his eyes at his coworker and grins. “And get Dave to hopelessly flirt with me again? No, thank you.” “Oh, come on!” Harley throws his hands into the air in desperation. “Dave is your type!” “He’s not,” Peter grumbles, nearly shuddering at the idea. “Good fella, but no, not for me. Y’know I’m into rich old classy dudes. Heck, so are you!” “Hey, no need to attack me.” Harley lowers his bum on the edge of Peter’s desk and cocks his head. “You barely ever have a night off. Don’t you wanna have some fun? I’ll try and keep Dave off your back.” “Well…” Peter sighs and stares back at the empty spot in his schedule.

“I actually have a client.” “What do you mean?” “It’s the last free spot, and I have one more client to secure a booking with me. I just…” Harley frowns, his face displaying a sudden seriousness. “Peter, did this client hurt you?” “What? No!” “Then why are you looking all gloomy at the mere thought of that one client? Is he- Did he force you to not use protection? Peter, we can have him blacklisted, and-” “It’s not at all like that, please Harls, I promise.” “Then tell me why the fuck you’re so strange about it. You’re never strange around clients. Fuck ‘em, get them hooked for more and tadaa, that’s a healthy clientele, it’s how you taught me.”

Peter groans out loud in frustration and shoves his chair back a little, trying to distance himself from the scribbled down phone number at his desk. “I like him!” “What?” “I… I like him. Dammit. He’s really fucking different than the rest of them. I’ve only slept with him once, but he’s got me hooked, not the other way around.” “Then why’d he call us again? Eva told me he sounded pretty nervous.”

Peter’s face loses all color when Harley’s words crash down on him, crumbling the reality he’d build around himself. “No, no Harley, don’t enable me on this one. It’s bad luck. I shouldn’t do it.” Peter scrunches his nose. “Tell Dave I’ll be at the party.”

Harley simply grins, his eyes glimmering mischievously as if there’s something only he knows and Peter doesn’t. “Sure thing.”

-

It’s been two weeks since the damned party. Peter doesn’t feel any better about himself. As expected, Dave had followed him around all evening. Harley, traitor he is, was nowhere to be found. In the end, Peter couldn’t take it anymore, and he straight up told Dave he wasn’t interested. Thank god the lad took it pretty well, but it doesn’t make Peter feel any less shitty about it.

Peter really should just focus on his job and put his mind away from both Dave and Tony. It’s for the best. He sighs and stares at the next appointment on his list. The name is hidden, a feature they have for clients who are high in on their privacy. Peter sighs and grabs his car keys to go to the appointment. 

-

Tony’s tapping his foot anxiously while he tries not to stare at the elevator. It’s needless to say he’s not doing a very good job at doing so. Peter’s going to be here again. Oh, God. Tony can’t shake the feeling that maybe he shouldn’t have accepted the booking when Peter’s coworker called him.

[thatbutlerwriting]

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About Me

Alias: Astre

Age: 20+

Gender: nonbinary (he/they)

Faceclaim: Yamato Kurosawa (Sukitte ii na yo); icons from aihasuicons

Faves: Noah’s Ark Circus Troupe, Grell, Ronald

OTP: me x Joker lmfao

NOTP: Sebastian x Grell

Other: I will protect Doll with my gotdamn life, fight me. Sebastian is trash and I can’t stand him.

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This blog is here so that people can have fun. If I see any sort of bullying, I will not hesitate to turn anon off and block the users I see doing it.

That being said, my rules are quite simple, and I ask that you obey them.

First and foremost, THIS IS AN ALL INCLUSIVE BLOG. You ship SebaCiel? Cool. You ship CielLizzy? Cool. You’re trans? Cool. Bi? Cool. Nonbinary? Cool. I will NOT tolerate hate of any kind, especially toward my followers. This includes ship hate, body shaming, and discrimination of any kind.

That being said, I will let it be known I am uncomfortable with otherkin for very, very personal reasons. Please do not reblog my art or writing with kin/ID tags.

I enjoy a good laugh, so I don’t mind the occasional silly question. However, I reserve the right to ignore something I find offensive.

I am caught up with the Black Butler anime, Black Butler II, Book of Circus, Book of Murder, Book of Atlantic, the musicals, and the OVAs. Because of this, I will only be answering asks about things contained in these until I have fully caught up with the manga.

Some asks I receive may be offensive. If I think that there is a chance it could be offensive or triggering to someone, I will place the answer under a cut with the proper warnings.

This blog will not accept roleplay requests.

While some people may find it offensive, I will refer to Grell as female. I can relate to her character in more than one way, and have no intention of denying what I see as canon. I truly hope this doesn’t bother anyone.

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FAQ

Who is Astre?

Astre is my Kuroshitsuji self insert persona, a demon shipped with Joker. I could get into more detail, but honestly, I’d rather not unless you guys want to send asks about him. I’ll happily answer them!

Who you write for?

Long story short, any anime/OVA-canon or musical-canon character. I’m not caught up with manga yet, but I hope to be soon so that I can add the plethora of manga-exclusive characters to my writing portfolio - especially Bravat! Until then I’m most confident writing the anime, OVA, and musical characters for all you lovelies to enjoy~!

Do you have a favorite character to write for?

Despite the fact that most of my confidence comes with writing characters I’m familiar with, there lies a single exception, and he’s actually the answer to this~! I absolutely adore writing for Bravat! He caught my attention from the minute he was introduced, and I’ve done so much research on him that I’ve debated making a full on roleplay blog for him. If I do, I’ll let you all know~

I also really, really enjoy writing for Grell. Her character is one that I can relate to, and back in my early Tumblr years I roleplayed her a lot. maybe if I can ever get into my old account, I’ll revamp her blog and we’ll bring Lady Grell and Sir Red back ;)

Do you, ya know, ship nasty stuff?

This blog ain’t about my ships, hun. I’ve been involved in the anti and anti-anti drama before, and it absolutely destroyed my mental health. I was sent some not-so-good things by some really shitty people on both sides of the debate, so I’ve learned it’s best not to disclose my feelings on the subject. If that bothers you, you can feel free to leave.

Does that mean you won’t write for ships?

Honestly, I’m game for just about anything that isn’t triggering for me - which isn’t much, honestly. That being said, this blog is meant as a “x reader” type blog, so I’d like to keep canon x canon ships away from here if I can.

But if what you’re really asking is “will you write my SebaCiel/SebaReaderCiel smut for me???”, then the answer is no.

So you don’t ship (ship)?

Again, I’m not answering questions like these. My views are my own, and yours are your own. Let’s leave it at that and move on with life, shall we?

Where do you stand on the Great Grell Debate?

Grell is a trans woman, a queen, and I love her. No, I don’t accept criticism.

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Of course! If you ever need anything tagged, be it a trigger or not, feel free to let me know! I want this blog to be enjoyable for as many as possible, and I know something as simple as tagging can make that difference.

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Yes, but only if you fill out and submit a form. If they get overwhelming, I’ll be limiting how many I accept at a time.

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As someone who’s been in fandom their whole life and realized over 5 years ago that fem-identifying labels didn’t feel right, I understand the struggle to find inclusive content - especially for x reader content. My writing features a gender neutral reader so that others can have what I’ve longed for - inclusive content that hopefully doesn’t isolate them just because it uses female pronouns.

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Hell yeah! Dark fiction is my favorite thing to write, so I’d adore to get some darker themed asks here and there. Don’t worry, they’ll all be tagged properly so that anyone who doesn’t like that sort of thing can avoid it.

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Yeah, I’d rather you not. In my experience, even if I say “as long as you use the blacklist feature!”, we all know that the chances of that happening are very low. So, to avoid that problem, I’m gonna say plainly that I don’t want minors following me.

If I find out that you’re following me and you’re under 18, I won’t hesitate to block you. Period.

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[trip-downtheriverstyx]

Swynlake is an old town rich in magical history-- and no one knows it more intimately than the ghosts who have chosen Swynlake as their home. Though often thought of as villains, many of the ghosts have coexisted alongside us for hundreds of years peacefully and love the town as much as we do. On October 28th, they’ll tell their stories. 

Join Hades and Belle as we welcome ten ghostly guests who are not gone, and should not be forgotten, to a garden party, complete with drinks, festive treats, and a beautiful blue bonfire which will bring these ghosts into view. 

The following programmes introduce you to the ten guests you will meet. (Character traits in parenthesis are ooc, so you know how to play them!)

Bernard Crowley (died 2017) – Mr. Crowley lived in Swynlake for only the last few years of his life, but he was a jolly old man who died of pancreatic cancer. He was an amazing dancer who performed in the West End for his early years and is eager to talk your ear off about how much he hates green Jell-o.( Flirty, crotchety, inappropriate.) Mr. Livre (died 2011) – the owner of the bookshoppe before Belle, Mr. Livre came to Swynlake and opened Chapter Three in 1964. Even after he died he could not leave his beloved bookshoppe behind and often wiggles books to poke out more so people grab them if he thinks it is one someone may like.(Educated, gentle,and really loves books. Had no family and a mysterious past.)    

Monsieur Francoeur (died 2001)-- Originally from France, Monsieur Francoeur was a passionate botanist and gardener who enjoyed making his clients’ homes look beautiful. After his unfortunate passing from lung cancer, he traveled to Swynlake with his sister, Madeline Francoeur (who is still alive), where he keeps an eye on the Bonfamille garden. He loves venturing to Enchantra Forest and interacting with its exotic, magical wildlife. (Strict, witty, family-oriented)

Angelina Cho (died 1973) – a sorcerer who moved to Swynlake in the forties to escape prosecution in her home country of China, she lived in Swynlake until she died. She had a few apprentices in her time who are still practicing sorcerers today--one of them even teaches at Oxford University! She is very proud of them and will brag to anyone who will listen. (Showy, a little batty, eccentric) Quenton Fogel (died 1970) -- Born a half-Fairy in Swynlake in 1892, Mr. Fogel lived through Swynlake’s most recent period of great change, including the protests in the 1950s (of which he was a proud participant) and the establishment of InterPride as an international conglomerate. He was known around town for never missing a single town hall meeting and loving town politics. Mr. Fogel has chosen to stay in Swynlake until he can see its mission for “magicks and mundus to live in harmony” fully realized. “It was my greatest hope as a young boy-- and if Swynlake’s not finished, then neither am I!” (Optimistic, friendly, loves to give advice.) Timothy Nightingale (died 1942) --Though he was wary of Magicks in his early years, but became an outspoken member of the Hollywood for Magicks guild, a group of actors who campaign for equal representation of Magicks in media. This blacklisted him from many movies and ruined his career, which inspired him to move to Swynlake when he was in his mid-thirties to give up his dream of being a Big Star. He  began teaching at PrideU in the theatre department until his death. He was killed at a protest rally in London. (Well-spoken, rebellious, loves a good pun.) Maebelle Lyons (died 1876) – married to Clarence Lyons. She was born in Morocco, the cousin of Mawlay Adb al-Rahman (the sultan of Morocco at the time). She went to England to visit family friends of the Lyons, where she met Clarence. The two courted and were married. Maebelle died in childbirth, and has since stayed around to watch over all the Lyons. She was always more open-minded when it came to Magicks and has grown moreso as she’s watched Swynlake evolve. (Motherly, affectionate, regal.) Johanna Easton (died 1865) -- Johanna was one of the first students at Pride University and had come from London to study Magic History-- the only program in the country! She had dreams of being a history professor herself one day, but died from a burst aneurysm before she graduated. Now Johanna spends her time in the classrooms of Pride University and is often in the library late at night, leaving helpful books on tables for students during exams. She is in search of a better ghost name than “The Studious Spectre. Suggestions wanted! (Playful, intelligent, and creative) 

Ms. Jane Moss (died 1818) - an aspiring novelist and a talented empath with a vendetta against Jane Austen (or “the other Jane”), Ms. Moss was denied publication because her stories featured magical characters like herself. She moved to Swynlake for inspiration, worked on the Swynlake Squire, and helped start a literary journal for magicks. Despite this impressive resume, Ms. Moss complains that Jane Austen will always steal her thunder (“She even died before me, the hag!”). (Resentful, loquacious, restless) Sir Gabrien the Gored (died 1256) -- Sir Gabrien the Gored was once a proud knight, skilled in combat and known for his feats of daring. He arrived in Swynlake on a quest to capture the mystical Holy Grail, but an unfortunate run-in with a gryphon left him with most of his torso pecked out and his life’s quest dashed. However, since then, Sir Gabrien has learned his lesson and dedicated himself to the protection of the gryphons of Enchantra. He is eager to pass on his tales, both of defeat and triumph. Note: Please don’t stare at the hole in the middle of his stomach. (Melodramatic, noble, a bit sexist)

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Demons at the Door: Chapter Thirteen

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Summary: Tom and Howard meet with the Halcyon Aegis Board while Liz confronts Red.

Chapter Thirteen: Cards on the Table

Liz had offered to go with him, and while her support would mean everything to him that day, he knew how busy she'd been chasing down the latest Blacklister Reddington had given them. It was a forger, one Tom didn't know off hand, but he would be very difficult to catch if he was half as good as Red had described him. She needed to be there, and the fact that she'd offered to come had meant more than she knew.

The doors to the lift opened, emptying him onto the executive floor where Nez Rowan was seated in a chair outside of his father's office. "Hey. You clean up nice," she offered, motioning to the suit.

"I've played the role before, but never thought I'd be doing it for real."

"What time's the meeting?"

"Not sure. Sometime this afternoon. We're going to go over all the last minute details this morning."

She offered him a knowing smile and stood. "Listen, I'm glad Howard came around-"

"We'll see," Tom answered noncommittally. He wasn't ready to hang all of his hopes on the fact Howard had chosen to side with him on this after he'd realized that there was no stopping Tom. He might have chosen to do it because he was choosing his son, but this also might be damage control.

"-but I'm still not convinced there's not a third party, and if there is you're putting a target on yourself by telling these guys who you are."

"I've been looking over the reports. These two have been undermining each other for years, but I don't see anything yet that convinces me that any of Scottie's handlers are here. Not in any place of power anyway. Howard never would have been reinstated if they were."

"Maybe, but we still don't know who really sabotaged Howard's plane. Is it worth the risk?"

"It's going to have to be. We don't have much of a choice right now."

"Mr Keen, Mr Hargrave is expecting you," Tanya called from the door.

"Just… be careful. It's a whole different type of dangerous."

"Careful, Rowan, or I might think you were worried."

She smirked at him. "You've grown on me."

"Nez, you have any last minute additions?"

Both operatives turned to see Howard standing at the office entrance and Tom shot Nez a look. She returned it with a shrug. "No sir. Good luck, Tom," she offered as she started towards the elevator.

"No, she wasn't my source about you going to the Board," Howard said as Tom turned back around. "I've known she was checking into things for a while. If you're going to pick two people out of this company to earn the loyalty of, Nez and Dumont are the ones." He motioned and the younger man followed him into the office, the door closing behind them. "I was starting to wonder if you owned a suit."

"Thought I might want to show up in something other than a t-shirt and jeans," Tom answered as he followed. "What time did you set the meeting for and how much did you tell them?"

"Four o'clock and I told them to be there."

There was a flash of mischief in those blue eyes and Tom smirked despite himself as he shook his head. "You know there's a chance they won't let us handle this internally, right?"

"These things are all politics, but yes. There is that possibility."

"And you're still okay with it?"

"No. I think I did what needed to be done. What I'm doing today I'm doing it for you, son."

Tom nodded, not trusting his voice in that moment. He swallowed hard. "Nez thinks there might be someone higher up that Scottie answers to."

"I imagine so. Your mother is a strategist, but even she can't pull this off alone." He paused, looking like he was playing something over in his mind. "Tom, something you should know going in. Reddington came to my home the same night that you did. He was looking for something that he said you took from him. A suitcase."

"Thought you weren't buddies with Reddington," Tom said pointedly.

His father lifted an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware I'd clarified my relationship with him." Tom snorted and Howard continued. "He wanted me to tell him where you'd stored it away."

"And did you?"

"I didn't know. I also don't like being threatened."

Tom tilted his head a little to the side. "What did he threaten you with?"

"Taking out a key forger that we use for our black ops. Marcus Fischer."

"Fischer. That's-"

"Mm. I'm well aware. I've been biding my time with Reddington just as much as he's been biding his time with me on it. His resources aren't what they used to be, so I had a bit more room to move without setting off too many of his alarm bells. I was on the phone with your wife just before you came in. I think we've found a way that both the FBI and Halcyon can come through this without too much hurt and -" he caught Tom's gaze, holding it - "allowing you to find the answers your wife deserves to know."

"Howard, if you're trying to buy something from me on this-"

"Funny, Liz said the same thing, but no." He pulled in a deep breath and reached out, his hand hovering just shy of Tom's arm. "You're my son. No matter how… complicated this gets, you will never owe me anything."

Tom stared at him for a long moment, wondering what on earth Liz had said to spark the more open approach he was trying to take. He was wading through it, as if honesty weren't something he was entirely comfortable with, but he was trying, and Tom had to give him that. Slowly he nodded. "Thanks."

A smile perked the older man's lips. "You're welcome." His gaze drifted over to the door and Tom followed it, finding a woman making her way in. She was dressed in a suit, perfectly pressed, and had an armful of documents with her. "Maggie, good to see you. Thanks for coming."

"Never a dull moment for legal counsel in Halcyon Aegis," the woman answered and her sharp grey eyes turned to Tom, looking him up and down. "I'll be damned."

"Tom, Maggie Ellis. She's head of legal."

"I'd seen your name pop up quite a bit in the last few months, but I had no idea."

"I take it you told her?" Tom asked after a moment, resisting the urge to fidget under her intense gaze. Instead he shoved his hands in his slack pockets and turned to Howard.

"I want to make sure to cover all of our bases."

"Legally, you're dead, Mr Hargrave," Ellis said and it took Tom a moment to realize that he was talking to him.

"It's Tom. Keen. I haven't been Christopher Hargrave in a lot of years, and yeah, Scottie mentioned something about signing a death certificate."

The lawyer nodded. "Of all the complications this presents, reversing the death certificate may be one of the least of them. We'll set a meeting with a judge to legally reverse it. I have a DNA test that our teams ran, though there are a lot of holes in what happened to you."

"For you and me both," Tom answered. "I'm hoping that this investigation is going to turn up some answers."

"Maybe more than anyone likes," Ellis murmured, looking over at Howard. "I've been looking over your statement. You'll be open to legal action for manipulating those financial records and hiding the fact."

"A point you've already made," Howard answered. "I'll take what comes, but Tom will have the legal right to the company."

"He'll be the majority shareholder, but I wouldn't expect a warm welcome."

"I just need time to get to the bottom of this," Tom said firmly.

"And resources. If you do get to the bottom of everything, there's a better than even chance they'll expect you to take on the company."

"One thing at a time, Maggie," Howard said calmly. "Now, we have a few hours. Let's get this to the best place we can get it before meeting with the Board."

"I spoke to Agent Navabi and she said you'd had a break in the Fischer case," Reddington said as she pushed through the shop door, the bell announcing her entrance.

He was focused on the hat he was inspecting and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Broke it wide open."

"So Fischer is in custody."

"No."

That caught Reddington's attention and he turned to look at Liz who held his gaze, her chin tilted up just a little. "I got a call from my father-in-law this morning. He had some very interesting information."

"Howard Hargrave usually does," Reddington answered noncommittally as he turned to study the hat a bit closer.

The curtain to the back room shifted and the shop owner came through. Liz motioned at him as she came to stand next to Red. "You don't want to be out here right now," she warned, her voice not quite dangerous, but he seemed to get the hint as he scampered into the back.

"Something on your mind?"

"We're well aware that the cases that we take on benefit you, Reddington. Some of them are more obvious than others, but each and every one of them helps you in some way."

"Of course they do, Elizabeth, but I give as much as I take. Your task force has quite the arrest record with the Bureau."

She ignored him and continued. "This one… I assumed that Fischer was one of your competitor's forger or that he employed a forger that your competitor used. I thought it had to do with rebuilding your business. What I didn't expect was that you were using us to help blackmail Howard Hargrave into giving up the location of the lab working to identify the bones Kaplan left me."

She watched him carefully, and while his mask of calm fit snugly over his features she could see the slightest twitch just next to his left eye that showed she'd struck the nerve she'd meant to hit. "Tom told you."

"Of course Tom told me," Liz snapped, her voice exasperated, "but I was hoping you would too, even if it was only because it would be a matter of time before I found out. I still would have preferred hearing it from you, but instead you went so far out of you way to keep hiding the truth from me that you've had us chasing a ghost of a Blacklister and dangling just enough that we'd almost catch him before he got away to help bully Howard into betraying his son."

"Howard doesn't need help to betray his son," Reddington huffed.

Liz felt her blood boil and she grabbed the hat from his hand, pulling his gaze around to her as she spoke in low, threatening tones. "Don't you dare. Howard may have been backed into a corner, but at least he had the decency to come clean. You wouldn't even do that."

"It was a strategic move to manipulate-"

"I guess you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Reddington's mouth snapped shut with those words and Liz held her ground, setting the fedora down hard on the counter just out of his reach like she would have a toy she'd taken from Agnes when she was in trouble.

Liz closed her eyes, gathering herself. "Howard reached out to me this morning and already had the deal in place. I met with Marcus Fischer, and while we do not get him, we are getting seven wanted criminals that he's helped escape. On a silver platter. Halcyon keeps their forger, the FBI gets to lock away criminals, and you, Reddington, will not find that suitcase. You're not going to take this from me. Whatever Kate left, she left for me."

"She had no right."

"She seemed to be the only one willing to tell me anything, so excuse me if I disagree."

Reddington pulled in a deep breath, shaking his head and he finally turned fully towards her. His shoulders went back and he pulled himself up to his full height, those piercing blue eyes fixed on her from behind his aviators. "I've told you before that there are many enemies, Elizabeth. Katarina had many enemies and they've become yours. As I've also told you, I will always do whatever I think is necessary to protect you. Stay away from this."

"I'm not a child. You get that right?"

"I'm well aware."

"Then stop treating me like one. I meant what I said when I told you that I don't want or need space from you. I know who you are and I know how dangerous that can be. I'm aware of that and I accept it because I trust you."

"Elizabeth-"

"But this can't be a one way street, Reddington. Not anymore. I need your trust in return. I need you to trust me to do what's right for me and for my family and for my team. I need you to trust me that I won't run at the first sight of trouble."

"I do trust you."

"Then start acting like it. Who do the bones belong to, Reddington?"

"I can't tell you that."

She stared at him, wondering if he ever realized just what he sounded like. Finally she shook her head and gave him a thin smile. "Okay. Fine. We'll do this the hard way." She turned to start out the door, part of her wishing he'd stop her. She wanted him to prove that he respected her more than he feared losing her. She knew their relationship was complicated and that the truth was likely even more so, but she needed his honesty. She deserved it, and that was one thing she wouldn't back down on.

They had gotten there a few minutes early and found the Board room only half full. Men and women in suits sat around chattering with each other and Tom found himself watching their movements and expression, deeply ingrained habits ready to echo what he needed to to put them at ease.

"Keen, wasn't it?"

Tom turned, finding a vaguely familiar smile and an outstretched hand. "Albert McKinney. We met in Howard's office the other day. You're heading up investigation into Ms Carlson's murder, aren't you?"

"I am."

"Must be a hell of a find if Howard brought us all here for the announcement."

"The investigation's expanded," Tom answered carefully, glancing over to where Howard was chatting with another board member. Maggie Ellis leaned in to whisper something in his ear and Howard motioned for his son to join him towards the front of the room. Tom offered a brief nod before moving to take a seat to Howard's right.

"No turning back after this," Howard said quietly.

"For you or me," Tom acknowledged.

The older man quirked one eyebrow up and stood, gaining the room's attention. Those still lingering at the door took their seats and Howard flashed a charming smile. "Thank you, everyone, for clearing your schedules. Halcyon Aegis has undergone some upheaval recently, but as the company's leadership, it's our job to do the best we can with what we're presented with. That is what I'm here today to do. What is discussed today remains in this room. Any exceptions to that will pass through our legal department. If anyone is uncomfortable with this, you're welcome to leave now." He paused, but no one stirred. After a moment he cleared his throat to continue. "I've known many of you for years. Some of you have been around long enough to remember my son Christopher. Those that haven't, I know you're aware what happened to him. He was taken. It was my search for my son that led me to the first hints of my wife's long-running deception, which eventually led her to the jail cell she now sits in."

Tom's gaze swept the crowd and he saw confused but curious looks as to the point of the story.

"I've been determined to prove what I've known to be true, but in that determination it's been brought to my attention that I may not be the best one to lead that investigation. Tom Keen and Nez Rowan have been leading the investigation into the murder of one of our own and have confirmed the man responsible for her death to be Daniel Pool. Pool was an operative in my employ that was inserted where he was to gain information about Scottie's intentions with Whitehall and her attempt on my life. While his objective was intelligence gathering and never to harm anyone, this has happened on my watch and I feel it's necessary to take a step back as CEO of Halcyon until this investigation has been completed in full. Tom has been leading the investigation. He can continue to do so under the Board's authority."

"That's a grand gesture, Howard, but with Scottie in jail that leaves the company in a very precarious place," McKinney said from his place. "The PR would be-"

"So we handle it internally until everything's out in the open," Tom said and suddenly all eyes were on him.

"You came in as Howard's man on the inside to investigate Scottie," another member piped up. "What makes you unbiased?"

"Because it affects me either way."

"With Scottie indisposed and Howard stepping down, Tom remains the majority shareholder," Maggie Ellis said.

McKinney wasn't the only one who looked confused by the lawyer's statement. "An operative that's been in the ranks for a few months? How so?"

"Because he's my son," Howard answered.

Tom straightened a little in his seat and Howard opened the packet in front of him. "I've been looking for nearly thirty years and I found him. The DNA test has been done and-"

"Listen," Tom said, noting the uncertainty sweeping through the room, "I know you don't know me. Most of you have never met me, but Howard approached me several months ago and asked me to go undercover in Halcyon because he thought Scottie had tried to kill him. I took time away from my own wife and little girl to try to get to the truth. He hasn't been above board on this whole thing with you or with me, but I'm in deep in all this now. There's evidence that we've uncovered that does show that Scottie was working for someone. She has a handler or an organisation she's working for. Until we know who that is, until we know what the purpose of it was, just tossing her in prison isn't going to do anything other than put a bandaid on the situation. I want to get to the truth of this."

Board members leaned in, hushed whispers exchanged between them, and Tom risked a glance over at Howard. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, because he shouldn't be looking to him for reassurance. As quiet conversation happened all around him - about him - Tom wondered if this was part of the struggle Liz regularly found herself in with Reddington. She would be tying up her case that afternoon. A case that's sole purpose had been to manipulate Howard into giving away evidence that Reddington wanted to keep from Liz to keep her from some truth. It was a constant roller coaster of trust and tricks and half truths and agendas. He'd lived that life before, but the difference was he'd never expected or hoped for a great deal more from Bud. Maybe he'd hoped that his mentor wouldn't be as eager to put a bullet in his head as he had been, but there was something different about this. He didn't know if it was the blood tie or something else. He wanted to trust Howard despite everything saying he shouldn't.

"We'll need to see the evidence you've gathered so far," Albert McKinney said, breaking Tom from his thoughts. "Give us twenty- four hours and we'll have a proposal for you."

Tom nodded and stood, he and Howard moving out of the boardroom. "I'm going to catch a flight home. I have a feeling it's going to be a while before-"

"Tom." Howard all but dragged him over to the side, glancing at the boardroom. "You and I both know there's a possibility that I'll be behind bars when they're through looking at all of that. I can't help you from jail."

"Help me with what? The whole point of this is to have some space so that I can do my job."

"I know, but this is personal. The most personal piece of it all."

"What are you talking about?"

"I haven't been entirely honest with you-"

"Also the point of the meeting we just had."

"-but I want to be. I can be. It's why I called Liz to tip her off this morning and it's why I'm not fighting you on this."

He was working himself up and Tom forced his voice to remain calm. "Okay, Dad. What do you need to tell me?"

"Of all the things your mother did, all the lies that she told, there's one that I could never forgive her for. One I… can't forgive myself for. She told me, in a way. She said she was responsible, but I thought she was blaming herself. I didn't know what she was."

"Blaming herself for what?"

Howard drew a deep breath. "Your kidnapping."

A chill swept through him as his father held his gaze, and Tom reached forward, his fingers latching onto Howard's coat. "Do you know who took me?"

He nodded slowly, and Tom was pretty sure the guilt and the pain was genuine. "Your mother is responsible."

Notes: Oh, Red. Just tell her the truth. lol

So, we're swinging back into Redemption mode here and will be for a while. I tend to write several chapters ahead (3-4 usually) and I just wrote what I realized is my first Scottie POV scene for this story. It actually helped me break through some writer's block. Apparently Scottie's good fro that. Who knew?

Next time - Tom, Liz, and Howard visit Ocean City to try to recover some of Tom's missing childhood memories and the Board makes their decision.

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