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aggravatetheaxe · 4 years ago

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Hey! Saw your post and saw you said you were upsettie spaghetti so I wanted to cheer you up!

Slashers who stop everything they’re doing because their “My S/O needs me” senses are tingling and go to their rescue to comfort their angry s/o?

I was hoping to come up with A way for you to get your emotions out through your writing- 😅

Hope you feel better! 🖤

I've never done a post in this style before so hopefully I do okay! I think I covered pretty much all the slashers I write for so far (I didn't do Billy Lenz because I still need to read the novelization). I may have gone way overboard, so if I do these in the future, I'll probably just pick a few instead of doing the whole roster 😅 (or you can pick for me). But doing this much work did distract me!

Above the cut:

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Included below the cut:

Michael Myers (OG)

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Erik ("The Phantom")

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC slasher)

Kathleen Montgomery (OC slasher)

Masterlist

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Bo Sinclair

Despite being autistic, Bo is very in tune with peoples auras and body language. He has to be to manipulate and deceive people with any modicum of success. He's trained himself when it comes to these things; even besides masking or manipulation, he needed to be keenly aware of when his parents were in Bad Moods so he could either avoid them or prepare himself.

The mood he's probably best at when it comes to this, for those reasons, is anger. He can smell anger a mile away. So if you're fuming, you better believe he notices.

At first he's annoyed and will demand to know what your problem is. He's not a very tolerant person, and he can be a bit of a hypocrite. He's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but when it comes to others having big, messy feelings ... he's not so comfortable with that. He gets overwhelmed.

Once he realizes that this is more than an attitude problem, he'll take it much more seriously. And assuming you're not mad at him, he'll want the rundown on the whole situation from beginning to end. He wants all the dirt.

He'll let you rant, and honestly, he'd think you being this angry (when it's not directed at him, but even still sometimes) is kind of sexy. And don't expect him to shut his mouth, either; he'll be ranting right along with you, affirming you and insulting whomever/whatever you're angry about.

He doesn't wanna cuddle. He genuinely thinks you can't cuddle anger away. He'll put on some loud-ass music and let you vent your frustration however you prefer. Maybe suggest a long drive down to the lake or into town or just ... picking a direction and going. He has fantasies of running away from his anger sometimes. He knows how it is.

Depending on what you're angry about, it could definitely get to the point where he's angrier about the situation than you are. And if it really hurt you, he will not let it go as long as he lives. The best he will ever do is maintain a grudging neutrality or distance from the person/situation that made you angry.

He's very protective. If you're angry at someone you need to maintain a relationship with, you're going to have to keep an eye on Bo to make sure he doesn't deliver revenge for you behind your back. If it's something he can solve, he'll do it, so if you don't want him running his mouth, watch him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in the same boat as Bo when it comes to sensing auras, though his handle on body language and facial expressions is not as keenly honed. While Vincent was not physically abused as brutally or as often as Bo, this wasn't because of some sterling quality he had that Bo lacked. He was always The Good One because he saw what his parents did to The Bad One and knew he needed to protect himself. He tried not to do anything that might provoke his parents.

You can feel anger before a fight like you smell ozone before a storm. Vincent is attuned to the feeling not just because of his parents but because of Bo's temper, too. Because of this, like Bo, he can very accurately sense anger in particular.

His initial reaction is to observe you, gauging if you need time to cool off. If you need space, Vincent is the Sinclair for you. He's used to being quiet and deflecting and riding out anger.

However, once he realizes that your anger is not directed at him or isn't explosive enough to become a problem for him, he's concerned. Rather than asking what happened, he will ask if you're okay, and leave it up to you whether you'll tell him about it or not.

If you vent, he'll sit and listen patiently, maybe even thoughtfully working on a sculpture while you rant. He's not judgemental and he can be very emotional himself, so you could say the most ridiculous, dramatic things and he wouldn't even bat an eye. Let out all your messy, destructive thoughts and feelings. Just try not to throw or punch anything; that's when he shuts down.

If you decide you just want comfort, or decide you need comfort after ranting, art is his first suggestion. It may seem cold to you at first, that his instinct isn't to hold you or kiss you but rather to redirect you to a project - once you got to know him, however, you'd know that's his most genuine way to show he cares. Redirecting to something creative calms him down more than platitudes ever could, and he wants that for you. He's nonjudgmental about the art you create as well, even if it's objectively terrible. It's not about the quality.

He won't turn you down if you need physical affection, however. His twin is extremely tactile, so it wouldn't be the first time he held someone after a breakdown. He prefers to do this if he's certain you won't lash out physically, but if you were in a really bad way and needed to be touched, he'd do it regardless.

Lester Sinclair

Lester witnessed his parents' anger, but it was usually indirectly; if Bo was the Bad One and Vincent was the Good One, he was the Overlooked One. He's not a perfect person, probably not even a good person, but of the three brothers, he's the most normally socialized. He isn't trained to be tuned into everyone's every shifting mood in order to survive.

It takes Lester a little longer to pick up on your anger than his brothers, but not too much longer. It takes him a couple tries at trying to talk to you or get your attention before he realizes something is really wrong.

His first reaction is to get upset. He soaks up emotions like a little sponge, so he's suddenly cranky, too. He also jumps to conclusions and assumes that you're angry with him, and he does not take rejection well. He might be bitter and passive aggressive. You being angry just makes him want to go in another room and not be around you, and yet at the same time, he wants your reassurances. It's messy and sad.

Once he realizes - either through observing you or through you communicating with him - that you're mad at another person or situation, then he'll feel comfortable enough to approach you and ask you about it. You'll definitely need to reassure him that you're not mad at him though.

If you wanna rant, he'll take you on a long drive and let you vent your heart out to him. He won't be quite as aggressive as Bo, but he'll be on your side, frowning with disapproval, telling you "Ya can't fix stupid." If you want only comfort or need comfort after venting, he feels much more equipped for that. He'll put something relaxing in the VHS or let you play his old Super Nintendo, get you a beer, just let you chill out. And he'll let you win at Doctor Mario.

If the situation is something really serious, you best believe he'll be talking to his brothers about it the second he gets a chance. He may be a sweet guy, but he can be real nasty, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. You might have to keep an eye out to make sure he doesn't tell someone off or punch out someone's lights.

Michael Myers (OG)

In 1978, Michael is not very in tune with any emotions besides fear, and even then he only really understands it in an abstract way, as his condition and upbringing haven't really been conducive to him learning about emotions. Unless you're screaming in terror, have tears running down your face, or are shouting angrily, he really can't read your moods. Without any obvious change to how you normally act or look, there's a huge chance he might just not notice if you're angry. He spends a lot of time in his own little world.

In 2018, even though he's spent over 50 years institutionalized, Michael has had time to take in the world, and he's seen a lot more. He understands fear much more than he did when he was 21, but what he understands most of all is anger. His anger fuels him. He would pick up on yours right away and be curious, though he wouldn't verbalize it.

If you tell him how you feel, he'll take note of it. If he witnesses you doing something destructive because of your anger, he'll simply observe. He would be fascinated with this thing you're doing, because it's not something you normally do, and though he might not notice emotions, he certainly notices routine and pattern. Either way, you'll have to tell him how you feel, because he'll simply watch you otherwise.

One thing that can be said for Michael is that he's a good listener. He may not internalize everything you say, but he will remember what he thinks is important. You may be surprised; he may remember tiny little details that seem inconsequential to you but loom large in his mind.

Unless you were caused serious physical or mental harm, he would not be angry on your behalf. He would, however, do nothing to assuage your anger. He thinks it would be kinda neat and interesting to see you snap. He's not 100% sure why you don't just do it.

In 1978, he won't be much help beyond listening to you, but he would be curious to see what you do to vent your anger. You may find him by your side more often, observing you. He may also want to find and observe the object of your anger, especially if it's a person. In 2018, he would, in his own way, suggest you solve the problem by murdering someone/something. He's insatiable, but killing is the closest he's ever come to satisfaction. You should try it.

Jason Voorhees

Out of all of the slashers, Jason is the most likely to actually literally sense your anger, especially if you're psychically sensitive/powerful like Tina Shepard. I'm talkin'—assuming you have a pre-established relationship—he'll be doing something else and just get this itch that tells him you're out there somewhere, pissed off.

Obviously this is untenable. As long as he's not super busy or Pamela has other plans, Jason will stomp his way through the woods to get back to you, regardless of the urgency of your anger. If Pamela doesn't approve, well, he'll let a little anger go and assume you're okay. If he suspects you may be in danger, though, he's sprinting regardless of what Mom says. There's time for both things, Ma!

The first thing he'll do when he returns to you is scan your dwelling, then you, making sure nothing is broken. At that point, you'd probably be able to sense his confusion even without him signing. Jason doesn't experience emotions quite like a human anymore, and he's quite tactile besides, so a lack of tangible or visible clues as to why you're upset would trip him up for a second.

He doesn't want to comfort you at first, he wants to know what's wrong. He'll listen to you vent only long enough to understand the situation and identify his target. His immediate next move would be to eliminate the problem. You'll definitely have to hold him back, and it may take a bit of convincing. Earthly consequences don't really apply to him.

Before comfort comes blowing off steam, for you and for him. His first choices would be mangling some trees (you can pretend it's for firewood) or skipping/throwing stones into the lake. You're welcome to join him if those things calm you down; watching him get his stone to skip like 11 times on Crystal Lake may make you feel better, at least.

You might hang out there for hours before he suddenly decides it's time to go home. He'll do what he can to make your comfortable or stay out of your way while you make yourself comfortable, then comfort you as you please. His go-to choice is always foot or hand massages.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is extremely observant and surprisingly analytical given how silly he is in the day to day. His intuition makes it pretty easy for him to read people, but especially you, since you two are so close. Especially-especially if you're his Survivor Girl (gender neutral term of course). You two are in sync, so he knows if something's up. Maybe even before you fully figure it out.

God, you're so hot when you're angry, you really are. He almost wants to let you scream and holler and go nuts. But he prefers you only get angry like that at him, especially if you're his Survivor Girl, so his first move is to comfort you or talk you down to a place where you can be comforted. He'll speak to you calmly and rationally, reassuring you and touching you if you wanna be touched—on your upper arms or shoulders or face, or with one arm around your back.

He doesn't just want to comfort you, though, he wants to calm you down enough that you can tell him what happened. Even if you claim you don't want to talk about it, he will coax it out of you eventually. He's gotta know what got you so upset. It's his business to know everything about you!

Assuming you're angry at someone/something that isn't him, he'll talk it through with you. If you're upset about an argument with someone, he has the capacity to see it from the other side, but ultimately, he's there for you. He'll let you bitch as much as you want, still touching you, and he'll be disgusted and/or disappointed with the situation.

Above all, though, what he wants is to see you smile again. The only worries on your mind should be the ones he comes up with, and man, he's not even halfway done grooming the next batch of unlucky teenagers. He'd pat your face or touch your hair and tell you to cheer up, and probably defuse the situation with a stupid quip or joke. Take you out somewhere fun, maybe.

Once you were cheered up, he'd humbly suggest you solve your problem with a little murder. "I mean, I know killing's not really your thing—you're really good at it, though, a talent! You know that..." Pause, considering you. "You want me to do it? 'Cause I can clear my schedule for the rest of the night." If you decline, he'd be like "Suit yourself" but may or may not still murder whoever upset you. If you agree, he'd be super excited to make a romantic night of it. His mind would be going a million miles an hour planning everything out.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy knows anger when he sees it. Not only does he have loads of internalized anger, he's been on the receiving end of it plenty. He's far too large to be scared of anyone in a physical sense anymore, but he's been shouted at countless times. To know when to shut up and do as he's told versus arguing back, he's learned to gauge intensity and direction of anger, and he well knows that anger can be redirected to him.

So, he instantly recognizes your mood, but it might be a while before he approaches you. When he does approach, he'll let you decide what to do, whether that's throwing your arms around him or banging your fists on his chest to vent your anger. You won't hurt him.

Eventually, once you're all hugged or cried or screamed out, he'll wrap his arms around you and give you a reassuring squeeze. There's no need to tell Tommy what's wrong—he won't ask unless you're obviously in serious distress or injured—but if you decide to speak, he'll listen, brows drawn tightly the whole time. He's thoughtful about the situation.

If you're mad at someone in his family, there isn't much he can do for you besides comfort you and assure you that whoever upset you—Hoyt, probably—didn't mean what they said. If you were hurt physically, it would be another story, but his family gets in shouting matches all the time.

Rather than offering help, he'd wait for you to request it of him. Whatever you ask, shy of hurting his family, he will do. Murder someone? No problem. Make you some food? You got it. Bring you a blanket? Sure. Give you some quiet alone time? That's fine, too.

If you need to vent, he's got plenty of ways to get out your frustration. Plenty of farm work to do, or you could work on something around the house with him. He might suggest knitting or sewing or some other handicraft you enjoy. It always makes him feel better to buckle down and use his hands for something.

If you're still preoccupied/upset by the time you two bed down, or heaven forbid the next morning, then he starts taking it more seriously. Something that disturbs you for that long is bad news. He'll watch you carefully the next couple days to see how you're doing, waiting for you to need him for something.

Bubba Sawyer

Like Tommy, Bubba has been on the receiving end of anger many, many times, so he's familiar with what it looks and feels like. Despite his size, he's still susceptible to physical violence at the hands of his loved ones, so he's very wary of anger.

However, he doesn't have a female presence in his life like Luda Mae, who expresses her anger through passive aggression—so, he's more used to shouting and screaming. If you aren't prone to screaming and shouting, it might take a little bit for him to realize you're not just sad or upset, you're angry.

Bubba will be over you. He'd give anyone else their space because he'd be afraid of retaliation, but you're his special person, and he's pretty sure you're not going to hurt him. He'll touch your hair, your arms, your wrists; he'll babble as he tries to figure out what's wrong. He just wants to comfort you and let you know everything is all right.

If it's too much or you're overwhelmed and you snap at him, he'll ease back. He'll blubber like a kicked puppy, but he won't give up. He'll still try to comfort you, just in other ways, such as getting you a comfort item or article of clothing, or maybe some food. And boy will he helicopter.

There's no need to tell Bubba what's wrong. In fact, it might be better if you didn't; if it's something he can't fix, it would do nothing but majorly stress him out. If it was one of his family members who upset you, as with Tommy, he wouldn't be able to do much. Even if you were hurt, he's just not in a position to stand up for you. That fact would absolutely kill him, though. He'd end up getting even more upset than you.

He doesn't know what help to offer you beyond comfort, but like Tommy, if you requested something specific, he'd try to carry out your wishes. He'll also try to cheer you up with some music and dancing, or just being silly like you like.

Need to blow off steam? He's got plenty of coping mechanisms! Bubba's idea of a perfect de-stress session is turning up the radio and getting lost in crafts. He's got lots of supplies, mostly to create clothing and accessories, and you're special, so you can have your pick. A drive and the radio might be nice, too. If neither of those appeal to you, he'll try cooking or baking with you. He loves sharing the kitchen with someone.

If none of that works and you're still upset, be prepared, because he's gonna be an anxious mess until you're better.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is somewhat familiar with other people's anger. He certainly has a whole fountain of internalized anger brewing just beneath the surface, but that's different. He knows that when Mummy is angry, she yells and cries, and when Daddy is angry, he seethes and stews. The former would be obvious to him, but the latter would take him a few minutes to be quite sure about. You're not acting how you usually do. Are you being stern or are you angry? Are you cross with him?

He does not have a lot of empathy for other people, so if your anger gets in the way of his routine or the attention he wants, he'll be irked, cranky, sad. Not necessarily at you—though that is possible—but the situation in which you find yourselves.

Much like Bo, he's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but it makes him uncomfortable and scared when other people have those feelings. He might even hide from you for a while, especially if you screamed and cried.

Once he realizes something is really wrong and you're not mad at him, however, he'll start thinking of ways to cheer you up so things can go back to normal. He hates having his routine interrupted; he's very particular. And he cares for you, so seeing you in distress is very scary and uncomfortable for him.

He'll start by fetching you something you like—something manageable for him like your favorite juice or a sandwich, or if you have a special item or article of clothing, that. He's quite shy, though, and like I said, he'll probably be hiding, so he'll leave it somewhere he knows you'll find it (on the bed, outside your door, on your desk, etc.)

If that doesn't calm you down and your anger is really getting in the way of his routine, or otherwise making him uncomfortable, he'll finally make an appearance. Very bashful and timid at first, using his little boy voice. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did something bad happen?"

If it's something that can't be helped, he'll suggest you do something together to take your mind off it (most likely something he likes to do). He may even be coaxed into taking a walk around the grounds, though he doesn't like to leave the manor at all, so you'd have to convince him. He prefers quiet playtime, maybe some coloring books or loud music to vent your emotions. It would intrigue him to see someone else use his toys to calm down. As long as you recognized he was being very nice, sharing them.

If it was an argument you had with someone, he would want more information. Are they likely to leave you alone, or will they come to the manor? Will he have to deal with them? Because it's scary, but he'll do it for you.

If, for some reason, none of those things work, he may cry or throw a fit. Either way, he'll be frustrated. Adult Brahms may make an appearance and try to help you in more Adult ways.

Erik

Though he lives five cellars beneath an opera house now, Erik hasn't always been entirely reclusive. Even these days, when he can stomach it, he sometimes goes out to see the world. As a younger man, he observed people's lives and moods with a hungry fascination (that has now mostly been replaced by melancholy and longing and bitter anger). Like several of the other slashers here, he's had to train himself to sense fury to protect himself. He's also incredibly wrathful, so you could call him an expert!

He has a very keenly honed sense when it comes to you specifically, since he's watched you so much. He notices the change in your demeanor immediately.

If you know him as the "Angel of Music," his voice will appear to you once you're alone, asking you what's wrong and assuring you you can confide in him—he will insist you tell him, though. "There are to be no secrets between us, Y/N." He will listen without interjection as you vent your heart out, and when you're done, soothe you. Don't let his calming voice deceive you, though; behind that mirror, he's seething, planning to take matters into his own hands.

If you know him as Erik, he will go to you the second he recognizes the shift in your mood and take you from what you're doing, regardless of your wishes. He'll sit you down, kneeling before you with your hands in his, and gaze into your eyes, imploring you to tell him what's wrong. He'll absolutely allow you physical comfort, but he will also absolutely insist you tell. He'll need reassurance that you're not angry at him, because that thought would break his heart.

He will let you vent however you wish. You could have the most dramatic breakdown ever—throwing things, beating your fists on his chest, wailing—and he wouldn't judge you. He would be awfully concerned, though.

Will be 110% on your side. You are his poor little meow meow. "My poor love, my poor Y/N!" He is beside himself with sympathy for you and you only, and is very offended on your behalf.

He will always suggest music as an outlet for your anger, but he will have taken note of your other hobbies and interests as well. He'll fetch your things for you without being asked, as long as it won't separate him from you for very long. If you'd rather just have comfort, that's fine, too. He could hold your hand and caress your face for hours on end under normal circumstances, so no problem there. He may also suggest a little time on the surface, if you normally live in his home. Fresh air will do you both good, he reasons, and he enjoys spending time with you where others can witness it. It fills him with pride and love.

Otherwise, he's at your service for any other soothing activities you need. A calming bath, some sweets, shopping, anything. Perhaps avoid asking for any sexual contact, however. First of all, being asked directly makes him very skittish and nervous; second of all, his method of love-making (when you can coax him) is very intimate and tender, which may be tedious if you're in an angry mood.

Unless the situation is extremely serious or dire, his first priority is making sure you're soothed. Once that duty is fulfilled, however, he is absolutely angrier about it than you are. If it's not that serious, he won't skip straight to killing, if only because he knows it upsets you. He will definitely be writing an extremely strongly worded letter, however. If someone slighted you seriously, they're getting threatened. If someone hurt you physically, they're meeting the Punjab lasso.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Deacon definitely knows when people are angry. His step-mom was a passive-aggressive laundry-folder and his dad was a storming out of the house kinda guy; when the two of them were together, they were all hushed but heated arguments at night when they thought he couldn't hear them, or else extremely embarrassing passive-aggressive arguments in public. Growing up, he found himself around a lot of angry people. And there's no shortage of anger in him, either.

So yeah, Deacon knows when people are pissed, and he knows when people are pissed at him. The thing is, he just thinks it's fucking hilarious. He was that kid that would goad peers and teachers just to be an asshole and had virtually no friends as a result. He's a menace on the internet, too: a horrible troll for no reason, stirring the pot even when he doesn't have a stake in the argument. He's trained himself to find people's weak spots so he can strike at them. He does it to make himself feel more in control of his life and his own anger.

So when you're ticked off, he's gonna notice the change immediately. If you made a vent post on social media, he probably knows you're angry before you even see him. He follows all your social media (even if you don't realize it) and checks it constantly. He'd call you out of curiosity to ask what happened. He's open about his stalking tendencies: "I saw your post, babe, who do I need to stab?"

If you otherwise come home angry, he'll be up on his feet, following you around the house and pestering you, trying to get you to tell him what's wrong. If you try to hug him, he won't push you away, but he'll be distracted, trying to needle answers out of you the whole time.

There's no question in his mind as to whether or not you're angry at him. He just assumes you're not; he has a pretty good handle on how you act when you're angry at him specifically.

He'll let you rant all day if you want. You could talk about the shit that's pissed you off for hours and he'd still listen. Outwardly, he might poke you a bit and play devil's advocate for the other side of the argument, if there is one. This is purely for the purposes of being a little shit.

Internally, he's already going down his pre-murder checklist. If it was someone at work, they're dead. Someone in the neighborhood, dead. Online? It'll take a couple days, but they're dead. Even if you're not angry at anyone in particular, just a situation, he'll find someone to menace. He'd walk through fire for your approval.

He's not good with soft, emotional comfort, so instead he'll try to think of something to help you let off steam. His go-to is something competitive, especially if it involves you chasing each other. A Nerf or water gun war, a PVP game with you on opposite sides. He'll put up a good fight, but you always kick his ass.

Once the immediate situation is addressed and you've ranted your heart out to him, he can't keep his hands off you. "Seeing you all pissed off drives me crazyyyyyy." He's grinning, brown eyes sparkling. "Come onnnnn ... I'll get it off your mind!"

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC)

Courtney is a hunter of all manner of game, so he's used to interpreting non-verbal cues and body language—when an animal is in distress, when an animal is about to attack, etc. His grandfather was a very angry man, as well, in a simmering sort of way. He would seethe about something before suddenly delivering one decisive strike. Courtney himself is not a particularly angry man, unless some prey is really giving him a hard time, but he can read your body.

If you come home angry, he'll stop in the middle of what he's doing and watch you, still and quiet, just confirming his suspicions. If you leave the room he's in to go collapse on the sofa or something, he'll follow you, looming over you and waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. He's patient.

If you want to vent, he'll sit and listen thoughtfully, doing something with his hands while you speak—probably cleaning his gun or some other weapon. He doesn't look at you. He wouldn't demand greater context to the situation but he would ask "Why?" and "Who?" until he understood Enough.

If you want comfort, he'll sprawl on the couch and let you lay on top of him. He'll probably pull a blanket on top of you to try and encourage a nap. If the nap doesn't make you feel better, he's feeding you protein. Do you like homemade jerky?

Sex is also on the table (not literally ... unless). He's found it's a great way to blow off steam, and he's more than happy to make all worries, troubles, and other thoughts go away for a little bit. Expect that to be the rest of your night, though, because he doesn't do quickies.

Generally, he trusts you to handle your own shit, so he would be more focused on you than whatever made you feel the way you do. However, if days passed and you were still angry/upset/sad, or if it plunged you into a breakdown or was an otherwise extremely serious situation ... just give him a target. It's up to you, but if you tell him to take the shot, it'll be quick and clean. If you're unable to make the decision, he'll decide for you without hesitation.

Kathleen Montgomery (OC)

I'm still developing her so this one won't be as in-depth and is subject to change.

Kath makes it her business to know everything about you. Chances are she's seen you explode screaming while stalking you ... chances are, if you've been in a relationship for a while, she's made you explode screaming. She knows what you look like when you're angry. Besides, she's strong for her size, but she often has to take down people who are much bigger and stronger than her; she uses manipulation and trickery to help ease that divide, so she's good at reading people.

Like Deacon, she also monitors all your social media, so if you made a vent post, she already knows you're in a shitty mood before you come home. Unlike Deacon, she doesn't tell you how she knows, so you're left to assume she's just all knowing. Considering her god complex, that works for her.

She'd probably text you to come home, and she expects you to answer. If you're unable to come home, she'll call you to ask what's wrong.

Once you're together, she wants to know everything about the situation. Even as you're speaking, she's already on her phone or laptop, looking up the people involved. Instead of getting mad on your behalf, she laughs. She's a fan of emphasizing how pathetic or weak the opposition is.

She takes your feelings on the subject seriously, but everyone else in the situation? Insects. Not even worthy of your time or concern, let alone hers. You're obviously in the right here (even if you're not). She'll tell you as much, and say some pretty intense, over-the-line things about whomever/whatever you're angry at.

Overall, however, she's calm and collected about the situation. Your bout of anger is a chance to get you to be reckless with her. She'll do your hair and makeup and dress you up nice, then take you out. Fast driving, drinking, baiting people at bars, menacing neighborhoods ... maybe a little killing, if you'd like.

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votederpycausemufins · 4 years ago

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Just about everyone is back together. There’s only a few minor concerning things happening. I’m sure it’s fine.

@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel

Bad had taken Grian and Jrum back to Jrum’s section of his house, helping plug the bot into his charger. Grian couldn’t find a chair immediately, so he just quickly built one, leaving Bad blinking in surprise.

“So, I don’t think I introduced myself. I’m Grian, one of Jrum’s dads.” And he held out a hand while fumbling for his comm with the other.

Bad shook Grian’s hand hesitantly. “I’m BadBoyHalo, or just Bad. I adopted Jrum while you weren’t showing up.”

“Yeah, Tommy sent me a message about that earlier.”

“Wait so that really was Tommy we saw earlier? He’s not dead?”

Grian shook his head. “No. He’s been living with us and some friends in a different world for a bit now.”

“Oh… then… he’s not going to like hearing some bad news.”

Grian tilted his head, worried. “Why? What happened?”

“Just after those two showed up,” Bad gestured to Jrum. “A message showed up that Tubbo died and he didn’t respawn.”

Grian leaned back in his chair. “Oh, no he’s alive too. My guess is your admin lied to you so you wouldn’t question his disappearance. Philza and Techno have also been away, so anything you’ve heard about them is probably also false.”

“Wait… so if they haven’t been here, who’s dealing with Ghostbur?”

“Who’s that?”

“Phil’s son Wilbur. He died but came back as a ghost and now he goes by Ghostbur.”

Grian looked down at the ground. “Right… Wil’s dead…”

That took Bad off guard. “Did you two know each other?”

“Yeah. Yeah we did. But I hadn’t seen him in years.” Grian then distracted himself by reading his comm finally. “Well it looks like I’ve missed a lot.”

<MumboJumbo> Found EX. He’s seen both the boys. Jrum’s got a nylium problem and Grum is…

<MumboJumbo> I think I want to throw up.

<Tubbo_> Tommy and I were sort of kidnapped by Dream, and I think he also did something to Ranboo.

<Tubbo_> but we’re out now and have Grum. I’ve also got Michael.

[Eyes] Current X-S, Y-S, Z-S

[Eyes] End X-F, Y-F, Z-F

<EvilXisuma> What do you mean Tommy is with you? He’s with me.

<EvilXisuma> give me an answer!

<Ph1LzA> I found Ranboo, but he’s got no clue what happened.

<Ph1LzA> no sign of Dream either.

<EvilXisuma> fuck

<EvilXisuma> that’s got to be Theseus with Tubbo, and he’s going after Dream to try and revive his version of him.

<Tubbo_> Hi! We’re fine now! Mumbo found us, though uh, Theseus and Dream are gone now.

<EvilXisuma> that’s… mostly okay. Has anyone heard from Grian or that pig guy.

<Grian> hey! I’m here! I found Jrum and he’s doing okay now! Though just to get things out in the open, I do not quite remember how.

<Grian> whatever was possessing him is gone now though. Still trying to deal with the angry parent who adopted him.

<Grian> How’s Tommy doing btw?

<EvilXisuma> he’s still not awake.

<Grian> any chance you can bring him here? I’ve got Jrum charging and I think we should all meet up in one place.

<EvilXisuma> Pretty sure the giant thing in this place is also a charger though.

<Grian> It did sound like the boys were split up, so that makes sense. Can you still come over here?

<EvilXisuma> Fine, but only because you blacked out before

Grian sent his coordinates and then set his comm down. Then he started crying. Jrum’s condition had been bad enough and the fact that he still seemed upset at him without the plants controlling the bot hurt Grian. And then Mumbo’s reaction to just hearing about Grum without seeing him was terrifying. What had they done to his kids?

His wings flared open when a large hand touched him and he glared up to see the blurry form of the demon that was helping him. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Just trying to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m not. My kids are… they’ve… it just hurts. It’s only been a few days but they’ve been alone for months and I couldn’t do anything! At least when they were stuck where we first built them we could visit, but even with everything I have, I couldn’t get in.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you- Have you ever heard of the Watchers?”

There was a slight hum as Bad thought. “Yes, though I haven’t really looked into them. I just know they’re really powerful and occasionally interact with various worlds.”

“Well, I’m that. And I’ve been trained as an admin. And based on what I have learned in the past few days, my mom is literally death, so that’s fun.”

“Is that related to you being able to kill the egg?”

Grian let out a short laugh. “No. That’s uh, Mother Spore. She tried using my body as a host, I tried killing her, we have a bit of a stalemate now.”

“You’re not going to-”

“It’s fine. It helped, didn’t it?” Grian asked.

Bad nodded, it had indeed ended up helping them. “Just making sure it doesn’t cause more of the same.”

Grian nodded before looking back over to Jrum. He was currently in sleep mode as he charged which was fine, but Grian still wished the bot was awake. His eyes then fell on Jrum’s empty arms. He checked his inventory and was glad to find one of the backups on him, so he pulled out a faux diamond block and carefully put it in Jrum’s arms. The bot stirred slightly, but then hugged the toy when it was in his arms.

“Oh, you have another one of those?”

Grian nodded. “Yeah. Jrum and I were out one day and found a trader selling them. We got eight of them for an emerald and a real diamond block.”

Bad’s eyes widened. “You must really love him if you’d spend that much.”

“It’s not actually that much to me, but I would have gladly spent more if it would make him happy.”

Bad nodded and then went over to a chest and pulled out an identical toy that seemed to have been dyed red. “Here, this is the one he had before. He got upset when it turned red. The egg was able to change blue things red and red things to white.”

Grian nodded and took the toy. “I’m pretty sure I can fix this. Just not until we get back to Hermitcraft. I’m pretty spent right now and still need to get us back home.”

Then Xannes was suddenly in the room holding Tommy in his arms. “Get me somewhere to put him down.” Bad jumped up and grabbed a bed for them to set Tommy down on while Grian started checking Tommy over. He looked mostly uninjured, but he seemed to have a large scar that hadn’t been there before over his stomach area. Grian carefully tested the area and was glad to see he was at least reacting to what was going on, but not in pain from the new injury.

“How’s he doing?” Xannes asked as Grian continued to look Tommy over.

“Well, him still being unconscious is extremely worrying, but I’m not seeing any physical injuries other than this large scar.”

“He got killed and revived. I didn’t get a good look at what happened, but I would assume that scar is from what killed him.”

Grian nodded, then carefully worked on sitting Tommy up. “Any head injuries?”

“He ended up against a wall, could’ve been slammed there.”

“Good to know.” Grian moved Tommy’s hair around to see if he could spot anything that was hidden. “You said revived?”

“We have a three life system here.” Bad spoke up. “If a death is important enough, we lose a life. After we lose all three, we’re dead for good. Though there are exceptions.”

“Yeah, Tommy mentioned those. Took us a while to convince him we didn’t have that.” Grian looked over to Xannes. “How do people normally react when they’re revived?”

“Normally they’ve got ghost pains for a while and are more violent.” The helsmit explained. “But everyone has a different reaction. I’m also not sure how different this is from hels, plus the fact that it was an instant revival.”

“That’s probably it then.” Grian frowned. “Makes me almost consider trying to contact Ellen. But she might not be around anymore…”

“Who?” Xannes asked, but Grian brushed him off.

“Our best bet is to try and kill him again and let him stay dead for a few minutes before reviving him again. I… It’s not the greatest thing in the world, but it… should work. And he should be linked to this bed.”

“Wait, are you just going to kill him again?” Bad asked, making sure he was really understanding the situation. “That seems like it would make it worse!”

“I know! But it’s probably that he died and got revived quickly enough that his mind or soul or whatever you want to call it didn’t catch up.” He then sighed, noticing his hands trembling and trying to calm them down. “I mean, I still can’t be sure… but again, best bet.”

Xannes looked skeptical, but relented. “Fine, but we try this once. Even if it only sort of works, we’re not trying it again.”

Grian nodded. “Alright, so I’ll just step outside while you do that… okay?”

“What, you’re making me do it?”

“You’re the one with evil in your name.”

“My name is Xannes!”

Grian held up his communicator. “Yeah, but it’s evil on here, and you got to choose that for yourself, so don’t complain.”

Xannes grumbled, but accepted the answer as Grian stepped out of the room.

“Grian finally got back to us.” Tubbo told Mumbo since his hands were still full from carrying Grum. “He’s also got Jrum with him and I’m guessing he’s killed the egg.”

“The what?”

“Uh, a plant that was possessing people.”

“Ah, EX did mention that.” Mumbo nodded. “Anything else?”

“Well he says he doesn’t remember how he did it.”

“Ah, have to talk to him about that once we get back home to ask if it was a conscious decision or not.”

“And Michael, someone found Boo and he’s okay.” Tubbo told the ziglin, who oinked happily. He then read more and looked back to Mumbo. “Still nothing from Techno though, but Grian wants us to meet up with him at some coordinates. Xannes and Tommy seem to have already moved there.”

Mumbo nodded, pausing to heft Grum up a little to readjust his grip on them. “Which way is it from here?”

“It’s on our current path. Closer actually. That’s the location of Bad and Skeppy’s mansion. Technically the house you had us going towards would have been closer, but only because of the trident path.”

“That makes sense.” Mumbo nodded, before noticing something in the distance. “What’s that?”

Tubbo squinted to make it out at first, but then it was obvious what it was to him. “Pandora’s Vault. It’s a prison Dream commissioned. So far it hasn’t been used as far as I’m aware, but obviously a lot has happened, so I’m not sure anymore.”

Mumbo nodded. If there weren’t more pressing matters at hand, he would be curious, since Tommy had said large builds such as that weren’t common on the server if they existed at all. He was still staring at it when Grumbot suddenly stiffened up and he nearly dropped the bot in shock.

Life Counter active. Entity Check TommyInnit. Death: canon. Life counter: Infinite lives remaining. Commence Respawn.

Just as soon as it had happened, Grumbot was back to normal, though trembling again. Mumbo hugged the bot just a little tighter for a moment before looking at Tubbo. “Are you sure there’s not a faster way?”

“The only other option is still boats.”

Mumbo looked down at Grumbot. There was no way for the four of them to all sit in one boat. He couldn’t row since he needed to make sure nothing happened to Grumbot and obviously the robot wasn’t in any condition to row instead. Theoretically they could manage to get the two of them and Tubbo into the boat if Mumbo scrunched up and continued to hold Grumbot in his lap, but that would involve leaving Michael behind since the child couldn’t row a boat on his own.

“Right, okay. Still walking.”

The group continued to travel, Mumbo and Michael both getting spooked by suddenly getting mining fatigue as they got too close to the prison. There was a small river which they were able to cross easily, but a second wider river had them pause as Tubbo built them a bridge. “The mansion is essentially right on the other side of this river. We’ll just be passing the entrance to the prison first.”

“Is it that place made of quartz in the distance?”

“Yeah.” Tubbo answered, before getting a second look at it. “Looks like they got an extension built onto it though. So that’s new.”

“Might be where the others are. You said they were charging Jrum. I saw the one charger in the other house and it had to be built pretty big. That might be where it’s housed.”

Xannes came out in a few minutes to bring Grian back into the room. “I didn’t need to revive him. He respawned naturally, which isn’t a good sign. Because of that, nothing’s changed.”

“A-Are you sure? Nothing at all?”

Xannes rolled his eyes but did his best to keep Grian from spiralling. “Yeah, but that’s just from trying this. We’re still waiting on the others to show up and they should be able to come up with other ideas.”

“R-Right… I guess you’re right.” Grian nodded before going back to his chair.

Bad moved closer to Xannes and whispered to him. “I’m guessing he’s close with Tommy?”

“Obnoxiously so. I’ve heard a number of stories from Jrum about Grian and Tommy doing something together. Honestly not sure how they didn’t realize they were related in the first place.”

“What the muffin?!”

“...Did… Did you just use the word ‘muffin’ as a curse?”

“Maybe I did! Now what do you-” Bad cut himself off to go back to a whisper. “What do you mean they’re related?”

“The two of them are brothers. Not sure the current state in this dimension, but as far as I know, Grian’s a triplet and Tommy’s younger brother to the three. Same parents too.”

“Tommy’s mom is also a fridge?”

This time it was Xannes’ turn to be shocked. “Their mother is a what here?!”

Before much else could be clarified, there was a whine as Jrum woke up. “Stop yellinggggg. I’m sleepyyyy!”

“Jrum! You know that’s no way to act when guests are over.” Bad scolded, but Grian stopped him.

“Let him sleep. Charging in the middle of the day always messes with his sleep schedule.” Then Grian pulled out a certain shiny blue rock. “Besides, it just means he won’t get any diamonds.”

Immediately Jrum was fully awake and jumping off the bed to grab the diamond out of Grian’s hand. “Give give give give give!!!” Grian tried to hold the diamond up in the air, but Jrum just started climbing up him like he was a tree.

“Calm down! I’m not- mmph! Don’t step on my face! Okay fine! Take it!” Grian gave the diamond to Jrum who instantly put it into his inventory. “I’ve never seen that before.”

Now that the diamond was safely in his possession, Jrum realized exactly who was there and went back to his bed with a slight angry frown. “Well what do you expect when you just offer him up a diamond like that?” Bad asked, going over and patting Jrum’s head comfortingly.

“For him to wake up for it. I mean, he did, but the climbing and being very grabby is different.”

“Again, you offered up a diamond. To Jrum. He’s got a love for diamonds that could rival just about anyone. More than once he killed someone just because they hadn’t put their diamonds in their ender chest quite yet so he took them.”

“Jrum!” Grian scolded the bot, who just got angrier.

“Why do you care? You weren’t here.”

“Jrum, I swear we were doing everything we could to find you and Grum. Your daddy and I would never want to lose you. Some bad people just made things really hard for us. But once we could come to find you, so many people wanted to help because they know how much your daddy and I love you and how much you mean to us.”

“But why’d it take so long?! You should’ve figured it out sooner!”

“Well, you know the stories I’ve told you about my time machine, right?” Grian asked, Bad looking over to Xannes and mouthing the words as a question for clarification. “Well, it was like someone took this whole world and put it in the time machine, so that way everything seemed so much longer for you.”

“Well that’s stupid.”

“It is! But now we’re here. And I know you’re upset. You’re upset like I was at your grandpa.”

And that was what got through to Jrum. Back before any of this had happened, when Phil had first arrived and Grian had been upset at the older avian, Jrum was worried about ending up the same way with his dads. He didn’t want that to happen, but now it was starting to. He started crying and mumbling out apologies, but Grian just hugged the bot and rocked him. “It’s okay. You don’t have anything you need to say sorry for. It was scary and we weren’t there. But it’s okay now. It’s okay.”

The door opened up with a slight slam, making everyone there jump. “Oh thank goodness, you’re all here. Along with… a very tall… man?” Mumbo questioned, his previous train of thought already out the window.

“Demon actually.”

“Alright. Now what was I going to say?”

Tubbo poked his head out from behind Mumbo. “We’re back with Grum.”

“Right! Yes that was it!”

“I’ll get another bed.” Bad said, leaving the room to find one. While they waited, Grian and Mumbo met eyes and smiled sadly at each other, glad that at the very least they had their boys back.

“How’s Jrum doing?”

“Okay. Just upset that he was so angry at us.” Grian answered, rubbing the bot’s back for some comfort. “What about Grum?”

Mumbo frowned and looked down at the bot in his arms. “Not good. He’s a mess to the point I’m worried we’d have to…” He trailed off, not wanting to complete the sentence. “The admin ended up abusing the fact that he was a robot, barely treated him like a person. God… he’s in such disrepair just physically, and while Tubbo said he was speaking earlier, he hasn’t said a word since I’ve seen him.”

“Well, maybe once he wakes up, he-” Grian started to suggest, but Mumbo cut him off.”

“No, Grian, he’s been awake the whole trip here.”

Grian’s eyes widened and he shifted to calmly speak to Jrum. “Can I set you down so I can look at your brother?” Jrum shook his head and held Grian tighter. “Alright then.” Part of Grin wanted to push to get Jrum to say yes, but he also knew that that could just find a way to make things worse.

Bad finally returned with a bed and put it down between the two already existing beds. Mumbo tried to put Grumbot down, but the robot refused to let go and they ended up needing to pry it off of the redstoner. They nearly stopped trying when it was enough to get Grum talking, it simply saying ‘no’ a number of times. But still, they needed to get a good look at Grum, and being held in Mumbo’s arms wouldn’t help with that.

For the most part, Grumbot was still the same as when Tubbo had found it. The only difference was the screen flickering back and forth between the one it had been stuck with and its regular face. Also, instead of lying down on the bed normally, the moment Grumbot was on the bed, it curled up into a ball.

It hurt Grian to see his son in such a state. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath until Mumbo was next to him taking deep breaths for him to follow with. He slowly helped Grian lie down on the bed with Jrum, obvious to the fact that the avian needed rest with everything going on around him.

Xannes pulled Tubbo out of the room at one point, and when they returned, the two of them were accompanied by Phil and Ranboo who talked in hushed tones. When Grian had finally gotten to sleep, Mumbo took Jrum into his arms to discuss things with everyone else.

Tommy pressed his hands against his closed eyes. He hated how sore he felt, but he supposed that’s what happened when you get your last life taken. Then he paused. If he lost his last life, was he alive? Tommy pulled his hands away and opened his eyes. He didn’t look see through, but his skin definitely wasn’t supposed to be ash gray.

He cursed and got out of his bed, looking around. That was his bed, but not from the SMP. The wood around him was all from Grian’s old hobbit hole, and the last place he had slept before… well before everything happened.

Tommy started looking through chests, glad to find a spare comm in one of the chests. He turned it on and was glad to see it was one of the backups X had made him after the first time he managed to break one. He hadn’t wanted to accept it at first, but apparently a number of the hermits lost or broke their communicators a lot, so he was more willing to take one.

<TommyInnit> Alright, hey guys. Guess who is having a crisis

<TommyInnit> btw, how long has it been since I left?

<GoodtimeswithScar> What seems to be the problem?

<Xisuma> Not that long. Definitely under half an hour.

<TommyInnit> I think I’m dead.

<TommyInnit> I died in the smp and I guess I lost my last life, but I respawned here

<Iskall85> Okay, and?

<TommyInnit> Well I didn’t respawn right. I look like I came out of some of those photos Grian had of demise.

<Rendog> black and white?

<TommyInnit> Skin yes, clothes no. blood is currently blue.

<Xisuma> I’m on my way over

<StressMonster> Does it hurt?

<TommyInnit> I mean, I’m sore? But not really. It’s not raining, right?

<joehillssays> nah, you’ll be fine Tommy

<TommyInnit> Okay.

<TommyInnit> panickign more now

<TommyInnit> i cna;t fucking get outside

<ZombieCleo> Someone blocked the door?

<TommyInnit> np. Nothing theere.

Tommy had tried going outside, but ended up running into something invisible. He tested it and found it was just a sort of invisible wall in front of the door. He remembered Xannes making something similar to trap dream in, so for a moment he thought it was the helsmit's doing. So Tommy broke a hole into the wall and tried going through that. But he just ran into another invisible wall. Had it been just outside where he mined, he would just be upset, but this time it was right in the space where he mined. He tried not to panic too much, but it was hard not to.

<TommyInnit> i’m jus stuck

<TommyInnit> help

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #grian #watcher!grian #grian xelqua #avian!Grian #badboyhalo #jrumbot #evil xisuma #tommyinnit #mumbo jumbo #grumbot #tubbo #michael_beloved #ghostinnit

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Diana Ladris

Ok so here is my Diana analysis, finally. I was going to write this on Monday but now it’s Sunday and I honestly have no idea what I’ve done all week. Quick disclaimer that I am in love with Diana, so this is probably not the most objective analysis you will ever read. Please feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions on her. I would love to hear them!!

Spoilers for Gone down below

Original Opinion: I loved Diana. Snarky, dark-haired girls in fiction are the loves of my life. But didn’t remember much else about her personality other than that.

New Opinion: I still love her. She has such a complicated personality and I just want her to be happy.

1.) Diana’s Appearance:

Diana is another character that is described pretty poorly in the first book. We get no indication of her ethnicity or body type – but that seems to be pretty common for characters in this book. There are three main descriptions of Diana here, two from Sam in chapter 14 and one from Jack in chapter 40. And by main, I mean we get the slightest bit of information other than ‘she’s beautiful.’

The first time Sam sees Diana he describes her as a “dark-eyed, very beautiful girl.” In the first book Diana and Astrid are sort of made out to be binary opposites, much in the same way that Sam and Caine are. Astrid is light and fair, referencing her innocence and general ‘goodness’, whereas Diana is depicted a being darker, in both looks and personality, and is therefore much more morally ambiguous. I think this is perfectly fine for the first book, as none of the characters are thoroughly developed and so the stereotypical light = good and dark = bad isn’t too off-putting – especially seen as these two characters in particular definitely do evolve past these roles in later books. In fact, I think giving such as basic starting point for these characters actually works in Michael’s favour as it allows us as a reader to look back retrospectively and truly appreciate how much they have grown.

The parallel to Astrid doesn’t stop there either. The next line of description we are given of Diana so strongly reminds me of the second description we are given of Astrid, that it seems almost criminal not to do a side-by-side comparison:

“Her midnight eyes met his and he wanted to look away, feeling awkward, but somehow could not.” – Chapter 14 (referring to Diana)

Astrid looked right at him. He couldn’t look away like he normally would, because her gaze wasn’t challenging, sceptical like it usually was: it was scared. Her normally sharp, discerning blue eyes were wide, with way too much white showing” – Chapter 1 (referring to Astrid)

Not only do we get another light vs dark comparison, but Sam’s immediate reaction to them both is extremely similar. I’m not really sure what to make of this, although I’m 100% convinced that Michael did it on purpose. Was there originally going to be a love triangle, with Sam having such similar reactions to them both?? Was this meant to be a comment on Sam’s character and his reaction to the women around him?? Or was it meant to be a hint at Diana’s morality, showing that Sam saw something in her that she couldn’t at the time see in herself, something that reminded him of Astrid?? I’m not sure, but either way I love it and I would really like some other people’s opinions on it.

So, the last description that gives us any actual information on Diana’s appearance is from Jack’s POV in chapter 40, “He could see the outline of her face, her dark hair.” (Do you see how far I had to dig for literally anything!?!? Come on Michael.) Again, we have the dark hair further establishing her and Astrid as binary opposites. We also get the idea in chapter 36 that her hair is relatively long as Drake mentions it falling on his face when she talks to him. But yeah, this is all we get in terms of Diana’s appearance. It’s a little disappointing that she seems to be heavily sexualised but then again a lot of her character’s actions, especially in this book, are based on other people’s attraction towards her so it’s a tricky one to talk about. I think the main reason we get so little description is because of the lack of Caine POV’s, and as Diana’s main love interest Michael probably wanted him to give the more detailed descriptions of her as opposed to the two boys who get the most POV time in this book (Sam and Drake).

2.) Diana’s Personality:

I’ve split Diana’s personality into three categories in an attempt to make my thoughts more cohesive. From what I could gather in this book we see:

The snarky, slightly cruel side of Diana – this is the side of her that she projects most often and it seems to be the reason Caine “loves” her

The falsely kind and caring side of Diana – this is the side of her that we see most often with Jack, and sometimes with Caine. It is the tactic she uses to manipulate people

Diana’s actual personality – This is part of Diana that is so well hidden that she can’t even see it herself. While it is mostly only hinted at within this book (which I will talk about in Diana’s Morality), there is a scene where I truly think we see her raw, unfiltered personality.

So, I’ll start by talking about her snarky personality. I believe this side of Diana is mainly there to be a defence mechanism. She doesn’t like to show weakness, but cannot physically protect herself in a school where everyone is a bully. Or in a house where her mother’s boyfriends sneak up on her in the shower with no consequences. Or in a classroom where her science teacher tries to feel her up. So instead she tries to take people down with words. She makes them feel inferior by insulting them in clever ways, by poking fun at their insecurities (a tactic reminiscent of Astrid using her intelligence as a weapon). And I think after a while of doing this, it just became a part of her. She seems to enjoy making people uncomfortable. She definitely enjoys the effect she has on Jack and Caine, and seems to find Drake’s reactions to her quips amusing.

In chapter 20, when Caine is discovering that he and Sam are brothers, her first reaction is to embarrass him, “She stared at it [Sam’s birth certificate] and started laughing.” After seeing Caine turn pale, clearly having a hard time coping with this realisation, she continues with her method of attack “November twenty-second,’ Diana said, grinning spitefully.” She seems to have no sympathy for Caine or his emotional reaction to finding out that the people who he thought were his parents were… well, not. (I find this particularly interesting as not a page earlier she was teasing Drake for enjoying other people’s pain.) It seems like Diana enjoys the power that comes with being cruel. For quite a large portion of her life, people have tried to make her feel powerless, like an object whose sole purpose is for their gratification. And so Diana likes it when it’s the other way around. She likes making weak people feeling weaker and more vulnerable (such as Jack), and she especially enjoys poking fun at those with more power. By teasing Drake and Caine, she is subverting the narrative that has been fed to her all her life by the adults who have let her down. She is no longer there for their amusement. Instead, they are there for hers.

This idea of Diana kind of revelling in their pain, especially Caine’s, is continued in chapter 39, with this scene, “Too bad Dr Phil’s not around. You could tell him all about it.” This is said in response to Caine opening up about feeling neglected by his adoptive parents, and is an excellent example of Diana’s mean streak. The comment itself is not horrible, Diana rarely says things that are truly cruel, but the way she so easily dismisses and ridicules his feelings, knowing that she is probably the first person he has ever spoken to about this, is really telling. I think she feels that if she gives Caine the emotional support that is so clearly craving here, that she is giving up control. The only control she has over Caine is through the manipulation of his feelings, so she is cruel and distant and untouchable 99% of the time. She will give him hints of affection, slight touches of it here and there, but never enough of it to feel like he has won. She still always retains this small line of defence (which really makes Lies and Plague a whole lot sadder for me).

Next we have what I like to call her false kindness. This refers to those small hints of affection that she gives to people in order to control them, to make her snarky persona more effective. We first see this in chapter 20, when after teasing Caine about his relation to Sam, “she was playing nice, as close to sympathetic as she ever managed to be.” Diana is very skilled at knowing when to attack and when to be sympathetic. She will tease those around her, making them feel small and inferior, and then offer her kindness. This way people will be less likely to try and hurt her. They all want the same thing from her, whether it be Caine, her science teacher or her mother’s boyfriends with their lust or whether it be Drake with his sick ways. They all want her to be theirs. Theirs to have or theirs to use or theirs to hurt. It’s awful and it makes me want to sit down and cry or else hug her or else smack any boy who’s ever looked at her. But she can stop them from forcefully taking away her autonomy (with the exception of Drake) by offering them the possibility that she may give it up freely. And so we see this side of her. The second aspect of her elaborate defence.

This method of manipulation seems to be most effective with Jack, at least in this book. Now, I don’t think that Jack wants Diana in the way that Caine does, and definitely NOT in the way that Drake does. He mentions that he thinks she’s beautiful, and I definitely think he likes her, but in a much more innocent way. He seems to want to impress her, but that’s all he seems to want. Her to be proud of him and impressed by him. And Diana, clever as she is, knows this. In chapter 29 Diana discovers Jack’s power, and her reaction to it is what first made me realise that it’s power that she wants after all:

“Are you asking me to protect you?’ Jack saw a ray of hope in his personal darkness. ‘Yes. Yes.’ ‘Say it.’ ‘Please protect me.’ Diana’s eyes seemed to melt, from ice cold to almost warm. She smiled. ‘I’ll protect you, Jack. But here’s the thing. From now on you belong to me.”

Diana has spent a large portion of her life feeling powerless. Even with her extensive defence mechanism, there are still multiple times within this book where the illusion of power is stripped away, and we are left with a Diana that is just so scared. And so, to me, this scene seems to be Diana’s attempt to hold power over someone in a way that is not directly related to her sexuality. Her relationship with Jack is much purer in that sense. He doesn’t do what she says because he’s hoping for a relationship, but because he wants her to protect him. He wants her to be to him what she can’t even be to herself. And that’s so sad?? Because the reaction she has is almost sweet, she has a moment where I can truly feel like she appreciates Jack for the way in which he wants her. And she keeps her promise. She does protect him from Drake’s threats and Caine’s derision. Right up until the moment where she sends him off to Sam.

And finally, we have a small glimpse of what I believe to be Diana’s real personality. The side of her that we don’t really see much of yet. This is, I think, what we see in chapter 36, and there are three specific quotes that I think perfectly highlight it:

“You have the saw?’ Diana’s voice asked. Not smug now, not smug at all, but raw and horrified.” – Chapter 36

“I’ll do it, ‘Diana said, disgusted. ‘You’re all such big tough guys. Give me the saw.” – Chapter 36

“Ok,’ Diana said. ‘Hold onto him. I’ll be as quick as I can be.” – Chapter 36

Now, the first reason that leads me to believe that these are examples of Diana’s true personality and not just further examples of her false kindness, is that this scene is told from Drake’s POV – and Drake has never been fooled by her personas. We know that she is not smug, but raw and horrified. Of course, this could just be due to the horrific nature of the injury, but I personally think it’s more than that. We get the idea throughout the book that Diana goes along with Caine’s schemes, but she doesn’t necessarily agree with them. She seems to be ok up until the point where she can see the consequences of their actions, in which point she shows horror, disgust and remorse. And right now, she is seeing a pretty big consequence. Sam burned Drake’s arm because Drake cemented them, something that Diana was also a part of, something that she allowed to happen to other people. Looking at the state he is in now, I don’t think Diana is just horrified by his injury, she is also scared. But not of Sam, necessarily. Get ready for another comparison to Astrid here: I find it interesting that Astrid is religious, but believes that free will dictates actions and consequences – as opposed to some higher power. But Diana is seemingly the opposite. She is not religious, but seems to always be fearful of some higher power punishing her for her sins – and this is something that, if I remember correctly, features quite heavily in other books.

To contrast this fear, however, she also shows immense bravery here. She again uses her snarky persona to shock and belittle Drake into remaining still (telling him that he wet himself), and is the only one brave enough out of a room full of bullies to actually cut off his arm. This may in part be because she already knows that he plans to hurt her, and so she doesn’t really have anything to lose in that regard. But I think it also shows that underneath her defensive persona and underneath her fear of being powerless, she really is a good person who is immensely strong and capable. Her “goodness” is also shown for the first time in this scene, even if it is only a glimpse. The line “I’ll be as quick as I can be.” I honestly think is one of the strongest acts of compassion in this book. Drake has made it clear that he hates her. That he wants to hurt her. Hell, he literally threatens to kill her moments before this scene. And yet she refuses to take any joy in it. She refuses to sink down to his level and prolong his pain. Instead she chooses to try her best to make it stop. It’s such an underrated Diana moment. I love her so much :(

3.) Diana’s Morality:

A large aspect of Diana’s character is her struggle with her morality, and we see the beginnings of this within this book. While she is always aligned with Caine here, she has small moments of doubt and remorse which nicely sets up her character arc in later books. Of course there are many reasons why one could argue that Diana, at least in the first book, is an immoral character. She stands by Caine through the cementing, his take-over of Perdido Beach, his attack on Sam and then leaves with him at the end of the book, despite being offered a place in Perdido Beach. She leaves Astrid with Drake, knowing what he’s capable of, and seems perfectly fine with Drake killing her and LP after they escape. And, of course, she is a class A manipulator, which is demonstrated with a multitude of characters. But…. She is not completely immoral – or at least she does have a conscience.

This is largely shown through her complaints in regards to Caine’s schemes. While she never leaves him, and never really acts on her complaints, she does voice disgust at the things he is doing/has done. This is first shown in chapters 31 and 32, when they find out that Andrew has stopped feeding the Coates kids:

“Diana snapped, ‘You’re letting these freaks starve. I can see why you’d be worried about being plastered.’ […] Drake, shoot the creep.” – Chapter 31

“Maybe you wake up in hell, ‘Diana said. ‘Where you belong.’ ‘I should pray,’ Andrew said. ‘God forgive me for being a stupid creep who starves people?’ Diana suggested.” – Chapter 32

Diana is clearly horrified by Andrew’s actions here, to the point where she tries to have Drake kill him. I think part of the reason why her reaction is so extreme may be a hint at her own guilt towards the part she played in the cementing. Her morality is such as difficult thing to decipher in this book, because she so clearly feels guilty about the things she has done/ allowed to happen – but does that really mean anything considering she did nothing to stop it from happening?? Considering that she still continues to support Caine now?? We know that she herself did not suggest and/ or condone the cementing from her line in chapter 42, “I told you to let the freaks go who didn’t want to play along. But no, you had to listen to Drake’s paranoid advice. I told you to go into Perdido Beach and make a quick deal for food.” – but that seems neither here nor there when you think about the horrific nature of the crime. Surely she should have done more to prevent it from happening?? I think Diana’s immorality comes from a lack of action rather than a lack of conscience – silence is violence after all. This makes her the perfect candidate for a redemption arc later on as we know from the beginning that she does have the capacity for good, it’s just a case of whether she decides to act on it.

That being said, there are two moments in the book where Diana does seem to act on these thoughts, the first being in chapter 40, when she send Jack to Perdido Beach to warn Sam about the poof:

“Jack, if Sam blinks out, Drake will turn on me, and Caine won’t be able to stop him. Drake is stronger than before. I need Sam alive. I need someone for Drake to hate. I need balance. Tell Sam about the temptation.”

Now, I will admit, as much as I love Diana, this probably isn’t the best quote to argue her morality with – but hear me out. Is she doing this for selfish reasons?? Yes, she admits that much herself. But she is still doing the right thing. And doing the right thing for the wrong reasons is still a step in the right direction.

Now the second time she takes action is a much clearer example of her goodness. In the thanksgiving battle she becomes furious when Caine sets the coyotes on the littles, to the point where she actually demands him to make them stop. She tells him to drop Astrid. She tries to tell Sam about the poof. She actually DOES something. She acts on her conscience. And we see Caine clearly ignore her. Not only ignore her, but he actually physically attacks her… twice. Which really puts things into perspective. Because we see that Diana does not have as much control as she would have the reader believe. Her ability to manipulate Caine really relies on what he wants at the time. Is he currently thinking about how much he wants Diana?? If yes, then she is able to twist his arm, able to get him to do what she wants. If no?? Then she has absolutely no power over his actions, at least in this book. And so it seems like her lack of action is less a disinterest in his crimes, and more an attempt to protect herself. Now I’m not saying that makes her better, but it certainly makes you think.

Ok, so I’ve spoken a lot about Diana’s morality in relation to her affiliation with Caine, but let’s have a look at how she is when separate from him. We learn in chapter 29 why Diana was sent to Coates. Her father wouldn’t buy her a horse, so she told her mother about his mistress. During the following argument her mother fell down the stairs, and she falsely told the police that her father had done it. Now, while that’s certainly now a good thing to do, it’s nowhere near as bad as, sayyy shooting someone in the leg for ‘being annoying.’ We also learn that Diana’s mother never really recovered from the fall, she lived, but can’t really do much anymore. For that to happen, the fall must have been pretty bad. Now, I’m going to assume that Diana witnessed both the fight and the argument, otherwise she wouldn’t have been there to see whether her mother was pushed or not. So, just imagine this for a second. You’re a kid, at least under 14. You find out that your father is cheating on your mother and then during the, I assume pretty bad, argument that ensues because of this, your mother suffers a horrific injury. Would you not, on at least some level, blame your father?? You’ve just been traumatised, you’re not going to be thinking clearly. I’m not saying that Diana was right to lie, but I don’t think that was Coates worthy. The kid just needed therapy. But her parents clearly didn’t care about her enough to provide that. As for her telling her mother just because her dad wouldn’t buy her a horse. That’s another example of her doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. And again, she’s just a child – there are worse things children can do. Add all this onto Diana’s constant struggle with herself – her thinking that she’s incapable of feeling real love or anyone feeling real love for her, you get this picture of a young girl who has been failed repeatedly by the adults around her, and so is coping in the only way she knows how.

To me, it seems like Diana’s ‘immorality’ is a result of years of neglect and abuse from authority figures that has led to the development of a coping mechanism that is more destructive than productive. And now I’m gonna cry.

4.) Diana’s Loyalty to Caine:

Ok, so this kind of links in with my previous point about Diana’s morality. But I feel like there is a lot of nuance to it, and so it deserves its own bullet point. The main argument against Diana’s morality is her continuous affiliation with Caine. So, why does she stay?? I feel like the conclusion that mg wants us to come to, is that her ‘love’ for Caine is so strong that she can’t be without him. But I’m gonna be honest, that conclusion makes me want to throw up so I will be doing some literary gymnastics in order to reach a different one.

One thing that becomes pretty clear pretty early on is that Diana’s loyalty to Caine is…shaky. At best. She oddly seems to be loyal to him behind his back… but not to his face. In chapter 15, Diana seems upset that Edilio is digging a grave without Caine explicitly telling him to do it. But then later in the same chapter we see her lie to Caine’s face twice:

“Diana said, ‘Nowhere. He was just wandering, lost.” –

Jack had seen Diana take Sam’s hand. So he was amazed when Diana said, ‘No. I didn’t have a chance.”

And when you think about it, these are some pretty serious lies that could have had huge consequences. After finding Jack with Astrid, unsure as to whether Jack has told Astrid anything, she lies to Caine about where he was. Now, you could just put this down to my earlier point about Diana kind of liking Jack in her own way and so she protects him from Caine’s anger – IF she had followed up with Jack. But she doesn’t. She never makes any effort to find out what Jack and Astrid were talking about – Jack could have told Astrid everything, but she doesn’t seem to care. This could be interpreted two ways:

1 – She has such faith in Caine that she just isn’t worried about Sam and Astrid (doubtful)

2 – She is not fully loyal to Caine and is hoping to give Sam a chance to take over (imo, more likely)

To support point number two, she later lies about reading Sam’s power and finding out that he is a four bar. Later in the book, she tries to convince Jack that the reason she does this is to stop Caine from freaking out. But… I think that that is just another one of her lies. After all, she already knew that Caine did not trust Sam – and obviously knew about the plan to kidnap him in the school. I think if stopping Caine from doing something stupid was her main concern, then she would have told him the truth as soon as she saw that he was going to do something stupid anyway. But she doesn’t. Which tells me that her actual goal was to give Sam a chance to rise up and take control.

So the question is, what changed?? What happened between the beginning of the book, where her loyalty to Caine seems like nothing more than a façade, and the end, where this scene takes place:

“Sorry, Sam. The bad girl ends up with the bad boy. It’s the way the world works. Especially this world.’ She went to Caine. She did not take his extended hand, did not even look at him, but walked beside him as he descended the steps.” – Chapter 46

During this scene, she gets the chance to remain in Perdido Beach, to get away from Caine. But she doesn’t take it. Why?? This was the main question that I was left with when I finished the book, because in the beginning it seems so clear that she’s just biding her time, waiting for someone else to take over so she can defect from Caine’s side. She even tries this again in chapter 42, “I’ll go,’ Diana volunteered. It was foolish. She knew what he would say. And she could see the light of suspicion in his eyes.” And then, when she is finally given the chance to do so, she declines. She declines and then spends months taking care of him, living in fear of Drake, while he is in a coma. And not once does she think of returning to Perdido Beach. It makes no sense. If she does it out of love or affection, then why is she so disloyal at the beginning?? Surely those feelings couldn’t have developed over the course of the week that he was in charge. I mean, we were seeing the worst side of him. It took a few re-read of my notes, but I think I’ve finally come to a conclusion that I’m happy with.

I think she was scared. It’s such a simple answer, but that’s really why it’s such a perfect one. And I don’t just mean she was scared of Caine. In chapter 34 we get this quick line, “Diana seemed torn, uncertain; then she bolted after Caine.” Upon my first re-read I barely payed attention to this. I was more focused on Caine and Drake’s reactions in this scene and so never really bothered to pay attention to Diana. But that hesitation is why I think she eventually decided to stay. She is obviously torn, here is the perfect opportunity to join Sam – to get away from Caine and Drake. But instead she follows, because she’s scared. Not of Sam, but of the Coates kids. She’s scared of what they’ll do to her now that they’re free. And, most importantly, she’s scared that she deserves it. That she doesn’t deserve to be saved. She thinks Sam is too good, and is scared that she’ll never fit in. So she turns and runs back to Caine, because no matter how bad she is, he is worse. He can never look down on her for being a bad person, because she’ll never be quite as bad as him.

And then of course, we do have to factor in her fear of Caine which, imo, also contributes to her remaining by his side. We get very few Diana POV’s in this book, but the ones we do get are full of great quotes, particularly in chapter 42:

“If Caine got his hands on Computer Jack, Diana had no doubt that the techie wizard would give her up. What would Caine do then? In the meantime, Diana had to play it smart. By pretending to be concerned by Jack’s escape or defection or whatever it should be called. It would throw Caine and Drake off the scent. Unless they captured Jack. She fought down a wave of fear and hid it by pouring herself a glass of water at the kitchen sink.”

Diana is clearly scared of Caine, despite what she may have him and others believe. She is afraid of what he will do to her if he no longer wants her. So she refers back to her tried and tested defence mechanism. Give him some affection, in this case choosing him, and maybe he won’t hurt her. Maybe she’ll be ok. I think Diana went with him because she felt safe nowhere, but it’s better to stick with the enemy you know rather than the one you don’t.

5.) Diana’s Power:

And finally, we have Diana’s power. Much like Caine, I feel like Diana’s power is an extension of her personality. As we have established, Diana’s number one defence mechanism is manipulation, the ability the read people and use that against them. So it makes sense that she would have the ability to read people’s power levels. I don’t really have anything else to say about this, I just think it is an interesting observation that I wanted to note.

Thank you so much for reading, and I apologise, once again for the length. The next analysis I’m planning on writing up is Drake and then I’m not sure. I might do a few other separate ones, or I might do the rest of the characters in few big posts together. Let me know if there are any that you are particularly interested in seeing :)

#the gone series #diana ladris #Gone

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kaleidoscopeminds · 5 years ago

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Fingertips on me, I can feel them still

I wrote this ENTIRELY because I saw that tiny bit of Calum’s hair again today and I just couldn’t take it anymore so I have written him getting it fixed by hairdresser Michael :-) gotta thank the lovely @tigerteeff because of the amount of time we have spent talking about this and the rest of the club for the hair discourse in general. So herewith 2.2k of malum fluff

So, Calum isn’t it? What have we here?” The barber quirks an eyebrow at Calum in the mirror, and Calum imagines he’s smiling at him by the crinkles around his eyes, not actually being able to see the bottom half of his face owing to it being covered in a protective mask.

“Um, you better prepare yourself,” Calum mumbles quietly. Not only was he having to deal with the shame of his hair looking like it does currently, his barber (Michael if he remembers the name correctly from when he booked) was also fucking gorgeous: all long soft-looking fringe, glasses, and dangly earrings. He’d booked in at his normal place, but the guy who usually cuts his hair was apparently on holiday. The lady on the phone had offered him a new guy, and even though he was wary, he knew he couldn’t put off getting his hair cut any longer. That didn’t account for the new guy being the fucking prettiest man he’s ever set eyes upon, mask and all, and if Calum didn’t want to take his hat off before, he definitely doesn’t now.

“Oh come on now,” says, still with those crinkles around his eyes, “I’ve seen a lot of bad hair in the past month, I am now incapable of being shocked.”

Calum sighs and pulls off his beanie, which it was already definitely too hot to be wearing in LA in September but at the moment, needs must. He looks back at his hot hairdresser in the mirror, challenging him to make a comment, but Michael just pauses for a second, then takes a calculating look at Calum’s head.

“Damn, that's a lot of hair,” he says, not in an unkind way, and reaches out to brush his fingers through it. Calum tries his best not to shiver at the sensation of his hands pushing through his hair whilst simultaneously blushing furiously at Michael’s comment.

“Uh, yeah,” he says embarrassed. “I had a buzz cut before all this started if you can believe it.”

Michael gasps horrified, “A buzz cut? You mean you were keeping the world from this gift?” He tugs lightly on the ends of Calum’s hair to explain his meaning and Calum focuses extremely hard on not letting it affect him. He’s been in the chair for less than five minutes for fuck’s sake.

“Gift?” He says disbelievingly. “Have you seen the garbage that’s on top of my head right now?”

Michael giggles delightedly, throwing his head back in a ridiculously charming way. “It leaves… a little to be desired,” he says, a laugh evident in his voice. “But that’s mainly because of these bleached ends, you’ve really managed to kill your curl pattern.”

Calum just shrugs a little sheepishly. “Yeah my hair’s been through quite a bit in the last couple of years.”

“What are you after then?” Michael says, running his fingers through Calum’s hair again and fuck he really wishes he would stop doing that. “And don’t say buzz it all off because I categorically refuse.”

“Dunno really, I was gonna say just get rid of it but I suppose that’s a no go now? Whatever you want? I bow down to your superior knowledge and talented hands,” Calum says, winking, to let Michael know he’s joking without being able to smile at him from behind his own mask. He notices that Michael gets a blush over the top of his cheekbones as he winks. Interesting.

“Well,” Michael says with a small cough. “I might have an idea, let’s see what we can do.”

Calum smiles at Michael behind his mask, hoping that he emotion is conveyed despite the barrier. Michael beckons at him over to the sinks at the back of the barbershop and gestures towards the seat in the centre. Calum sits down and leans his head back into the sink, and Michael starts the water, holding it away from Calum’s head while it warms up.

“Let me know if the temperature is okay,” Michael says quietly before running the water over Calum’s head, careful to not drip into his eyes.

“So, you weren’t tempted to have a go at cutting it yourself?” He asks Calum lightly, as Calum hears him pump shampoo into his hand.

“Thought that might be a bad idea,” Calum says and then loses his train of thought as Michael starts lathering his hair. He bites back a contented moan as he feels his fingers scratch along his scalp, massaging patterns underneath his curls.

“I think that was probably for the best,” He vaguely hears Michael say from above him. “Let me know if the pressure’s okay”

“It's good,” Calum manages to choke out, and he can hear Michael let out a little laugh.

“Do you like a head massage then?” he hears Michael’s voice say innocently.

“Mmm,” is all Calum can respond with, his limbs going limp as his body relaxes into the seat. He feels like his body is incredibly confused as it honestly can’t work out if Michael is relaxing him or working him up with his hands.

“You know some people absolutely hate this,” Michael says conversationally as if he can’t sense Calum’s inner turmoil.

“I find that fucking hard to believe,” Calum murmurs, closing his eyes, and Michael laughs again.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Michael replies, pausing in his massaging of Calum’s scalp to rinse off the shampoo.

“Let’s just say I stand by what I said earlier about your talented hands,” Calum responds, sighing at the loss of Michael’s hands but also relieved, he’s not sure what his body’s involuntary reaction might have been if it had gone on much longer. He hears Michael make a little embarrassed noise above his head and smiles to himself behind his mask, maybe he was having an effect on the pretty barber himself. Michael pulls some conditioner through his hair but fortunately (or unfortunately) for Calum, focuses the product mainly into the lengths, before rinsing his hair again and wrapping it deftly in a towel.

“Okay, follow me, let’s get this garbage sorted out,” Michael says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows behind his glasses.

Calum follows him back over to his original seat, and gets handed a disposable gown from Michael which he struggles with for a moment before Michael takes pity on him and helps him tie it at the back, keeping as much distance as possible but still managing to brush his fingers over Calum’s neck, and if the twinkling in Michael’s eyes is anything to go by, was done entirely on purpose. Calum sits down and fiddles with his gown as Michael drags over his trolley with his tools. He pulls out clippers and plugs them in next to Calum.

“I thought you weren’t going to buzz it off?” Calum says, frowning at Michael as he turns on the clippers and they buzz loudly next to his ear.

“Oh I’m not don’t worry, but we’ve got to lose some of this on the sides and the back,” Michael says, waving the clippers in a vaguely threatening way. “Where’s the trust hm? I thought you were bowing to my talented hands?”

Calum feels the blush creeping up his face. “I am!” He says quickly and then mimes zipping his lips. He hears Michael laugh again before he gets a focused look on his face and starts running the clippers up his scalp on the sides and back, pulling back when he reaches the top of Calum’s head. Calum wishes he could see more of Michael’s face when he’s focusing like this, the slight pucker in his brow as he frowns in concentration and the way his eyes take on a serious look as he moves around Calum’s head with a practised air. He wants to know if Michael nibbles on his lip when he’s thinking or smiles to himself when he does a good job.

He stops looking at Michael for a second to look at his own head, which has taken on the alarming look of a mushroom, with short sides and a ridiculous amount of hair on top, and raises his eyebrows expressively at Michael.

“Hey,” I see your judgemental eyes,” He says lightly, sweeping the hair off Calum’s shoulders and giving him a small tap. “Trust the process.”

Calum snorts and shakes his head which earns him another small tap on the shoulder.

Michael pulls out a comb and sections the top of Calum’s head neatly with clips, before grabbing his scissors and beginning to pull small pieces of Calum’s hair taut and holding between his fingers before carefully trimming off all the yellowing blonde ends, snipping into the line of hair. He continues moving expertly through Calum’s hair and Calum cannot stop looking at the way Michael’s fingers move, flashing in and out of his curls, moving skilfully and with purpose. He wants to talk to Michael, to learn more about him and to make him laugh again but he’s far too distracted by what he’s doing with his hands to manage any coherent conversation.

“So Calum,” Michael says, clearly not having the same concern as Calum in this situation. “What made you wait so long to come and get this sorted if you disliked it so much?”

“Dunno,” Calum replies distantly, still looking at Michael’s hands. “Guess it didn’t seem important enough to leave the house for.”

Michael gasps in mock horror. “Not important? How dare you.” He laughs as he reaches the front of Calum’s head, combing through a few times before beginning to trim again. “What changed your mind, hot date coming up?”

Calum snorts. “Not likely.”

“Now, I find that fucking hard to believe,” Michael says quietly, catching Calum’s eye in the mirror for a second before looking away.

Calum grins and is incredibly grateful for the mask that conceals what his face is doing, just makes a non-committal noise and shrugs his shoulders.

Michael trims off the last piece of yellowing ends and nods to himself pleased before skimming his scissors up the side of his head, Calum assuming that he’s blending the edges into the fade on the sides.

Once Michael’s gone round his whole head with the scissors, he grabs some thinning shears and starts moving through his hair again. “I feel like it’s a crime to get rid of more of this beautiful hair but I’ve got to lose some of the bulk here otherwise it's going to be impossible to deal with.”

Calum laughs. “Yeah I can attest to that.”

Michael finally goes over to the the other side of the barbers and picks up some product which he scoops out of a container and rubs between his palms before running it through the short curls on the top of Calum’s head and the slightly longer ones he’s left in the front, twisting them slightly around his fingers. Calum thinks that his attraction to the man has reached an all time high, and he promises himself he will at least ask for Michael’s number before he leaves the barbershop.

“Okay what do you think,” Michael says, and Calum thinks he can pick up a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“It seems I was completely right to trust your talented hands, it looks great,” Calum says honestly, twisting his head to look at the sides and then checking the back in the mirror that Michael holds up for him to see. The awful blonde remains have all been removed, leaving short and neat sides and as much of the curl that could be kept on top, waving back into its familiar pattern.

“Now don’t be shaving it off anytime soon okay,” Michael says seriously, sweeping hair off Calum’s shoulders with a brush and lightly untying the gown at the back.

“How will you know if I do,” Calum says cheekily, pulling his arms free and shaking his T-shirt out.

“I have your number on the file, maybe I’ll have to call you and check,” Michael says, eyes glinting and a flush appearing on his cheeks again, as he twists his fingers through Calum’s hair one last time and then almost unconsciously brushes Calum’s neck as he moves his hands away.

“Maybe I could just give it to you now and save you the trouble,” Calum replies, blushing himself and adjusting his collar.

“Well that could work too I suppose,” Michael says shyly, and digs his phone out of his pocket.

Calum laughs and reels off his number for Michael to enter, before getting to his feet and sliding his jacket on.

“Thanks for the haircut Michael,” Calum says. “Maybe I’ll be seeing you again soon.”

“Maybe you will,” Michael responds with raised eyebrows. “Now, however cute you are, you need to leave, my next client is here.”

Calum laughs and gives a small wave before leaving the shop. He looks back inside to see Michael texting something on his phone, before he looks up to meet Calum’s eyes and gives him a wink. Calum feels his phone buzz in his pocket and fishes it out, he opens up his phone to see a message from an unknown number, he opens it and laughs out loud before shaking his head at Michael and walking towards his car.

Now don’t be going and flirting with any other boys with your sexy new haircut

#5sos fanfiction #malum #malum fic #fic #wooooops I wrote a haircut fic #wrote myself into an absolute corner with hairdressing descriptions in this lads #anyway in this Calum's hair is lovely again and I am At Peace #meg fic

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spaceskam · 5 years ago

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2x08 Coda

warning: referenced queer bashing and child abuse

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It took Alex two weeks.

“Hey,” Alex said, awkwardly making his way into the gay bar he felt out of place in. He’d gone there three nights in a row hoping to catch Forrest so they could talk and he finally caught him. It seemed easier than actually calling him up. “Can we talk?”

Forrest turned to him, smile kind and expression open to whatever bullshit Alex was going to tell him. He wanted so badly to be open, out, and proud just like him, but he was struggling. Hell, being here was a feat in itself.

“Yeah, of course,” Forrest agreed. Alex shifted his weight and looked around, part of him just waiting for someone to say something. They wouldn’t, he knew they wouldn’t, but the fear never left him.

“Um,” he started, taking a steadying breath, “Look, I don’t wanna, like, make you pity me and I don’t wanna go into detail, but I just wanted to sort of explain myself.”

“Alex,” Forrest said, shaking his head, “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“No, but I want to. Because I feel stupid that I’m almost 30 and I’m still, like, scared to be open,” he said, holding his chin high as if that would help him feel less embarrassed, “When I was 17, my dad caught me with another boy. He... responded extremely violently to that and part of me is always going to expect that type of reaction. Because that was in private and I still got punished, so what’s going to happen if I’m in public, you know?”

“Fuck, Alex, I didn’t know,” he said. Forrest looked all sad now and Alex didn’t like that either. He didn’t want pity or anything, he just needed to say it so he didn’t think he was just being skittish. He was stronger than that.

“I know and I don’t want you to feel bad. I’m just saying. I want to say fuck you to all the bigots around here and get out of the closet for good, but I need to just move slow with someone so I can kinda prove to myself that I’m not going to be punished. It’s a process. I understand if you aren’t interested in accommodating that, but I thought I’d try to explain myself. Because I’m not trying to drag you back into a closet, I’m trying to take a step out.”

“And it’d be easier if I led the way,” Forrest filled in. Alex shrugged a shoulder.

“Easier,” he said, “Funner.”

Forrest smiled at him at that, turning his body completely to face Alex and that confident stance finding his shoulders again. It was unnecessarily hot. Half the time, when he stood like that, Alex didn’t know if he wanted to be him or fuck him. He decided both was a totally acceptable option.

“Well, you’re in a gay bar. That feels like a step,” Forrest said, “And you were the one to ask me out.”

“I’m trying,” Alex said, giving a bright smile right back, “Like I said, I don’t want to drag you down. I do like you.”

“I think I can work with that,” he said. Alex relaxed his shoulders and smiled a little wider.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, gesturing to the stool beside him, “Stay? Maybe we can talk a little.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Alex said, sitting down. He felt young and awkward, but there was a cute guy that wanted him around and was willing to work with him and that felt amazing.

They sat there for a couple hours, laughing and sharing stories in a way they weren’t able to during paintball. Sure, they didn’t really touch, but they sat close enough and it felt like a date. It felt like a step in the right direction. He’d taken this step before, with Michael at the drive-in, but here there was no one to pull him aside to make him scared and Forrest wasn’t about to do something illegal. This was new and safe.

Eventually, they headed out of the bar and Forrest walked him to his car, their shoulders brushing just enough to make Alex’s heart thud in his chest.

“I had fun tonight,” Forrest said.

“Me too. Maybe...” Alex said, looking around as he tried to think of what to say, what to ask. Did he ask to do it again? Did he kiss him in somewhere so public and risk having a panic attack on the ride home? Technically, this was a third date. This should be where they kiss. But, as he saw people around the parking lot, he couldn’t do it. Not here at least. “Maybe you’d wanna go for a ride?”

Forrest smirked, tilting his head and his tongue sliding over his teeth. Alex was slightly terrified of his answer, but overwhelmingly excited that he’d asked. He didn’t want this night to end without a kiss at least.

“Sure,” Forrest agreed, “Where’re you gonna take me?”

“You’ll see,” Alex said, gesturing to the passenger side of his truck. Forrest complied easily.

Alex didn’t actually know where to take him that’d be private. He could take him to his and Michael’s spot in the desert, but that didn’t sound fair. He wanted to make new memories, not replay old ones.

So, Alex drove out to the closed, dark park and Forrest laughed.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” he insisted, “C’mon.”

Alex led the way after he parked his truck, heading him down a trail and towards the swing set. There was no one around and no one would be coming around. He’d come here enough times since he was a kid to know that. He was safe here.

“Interesting choice, Captain,” Forrest laughed softly as they both sat on the swings. They didn’t actually swing, just simply sat and twisted and turned as they smiled at each other.

“We’re alone here,” Alex clarified, “I come here when I wanna be alone. Teenagers go loiter in the desert in the middle of the night, not here, so it’s all safe and quiet. No one’s gonna bother us.”

“Oh,” Forrest said, smirking again like it clicked in his head. Alex was kind of glad it did. He reached out and grabbed the chain of Alex’s swing, tugging him a bit closer. It had childish excitement coursing through Alex’s veins, the scene all the similar to something he’d wanted when he was a teenager. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Alex said instantly. Forrest smiled, keeping one hand on the swing to keep him close while the other met his cheek as he leaned in. They met in the middle in a relatively chaste kiss. Alex pulled away just a little bit, staring at him and making sure everything was okay. Once he was sure it was, he moved back in for another.

He locked his good leg around one of Forrest’s, tugging him a bit closer as they kissed. Alex couldn’t help but smile as he felt Forrest let go of the swing to put his hand on Alex’s side, keeping it PG but also making it clear he was absolutely interested.

They kissed for awhile at the awkward angle until it dissolved into laughter, staring at each other for a moment. Alex never wanted to let this feeling go. And, maybe he didn’t have to.

“Maybe... Maybe we could–”

“Let’s not rush,” Forrest said, voice all suave like it always was before he kissed Alex’s cheek, “Let’s get you more comfortable being yourself first.”

“Okay,” Alex agreed, still smiling, “I can bring you back to your car?”

“Okay,” Forrest said, nodding, “But... We could make out in your truck first? You know, compromise.”

Alex laughed open and honestly, nodding as he tugged him in for one more kiss on the swings before he untangled himself from him. They pretty quickly made it back to Alex’s truck, kissing against it before getting inside and kissing more and laughing through it all. It made him feel young in a way he couldn’t quite describe. Was this what normal teenagers did? Was this what he missed out on?

When Alex got home that night and crawled into bed by himself, he found that he was still smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. Yeah, there was no way he was going to let his dad ruin this.

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whitewitchdani · 5 years ago

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Laters, Baby: Chapter 2

Read Chapter 1 Here

Word Count: 1334

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Lucifer

Warnings: angst, language

Summary: Finding out the devil is your soulmate is nothing but trouble. Being a Winchester? It’s double. How will the Winchester clan handle this new problem, along with the Apocalypse looming on the horizon?

A/N: Chapter 2! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged! :)

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The whole ride back to the motel, including the stop at the diner, your brothers had been nagging you about your run in with the devil. You had no idea what to tell them though. That God had a twisted sense of humor? You remained completely silent in the back seat of the Impala, watching the scenery go by.

Sam turned to look at you before turning back to his brother, “Dean I’m starting to get worried. She hasn’t said a word since our run in with Lucifer.”

You rolled your eyes. You were confused and kind of freaked out, not broken. They didn’t have to talk about you like you weren’t there.

“Yeah I know. Kid never shuts up and after 2 minutes with Satan not a peep for over an hour? Once we get back to the motel, we have to try to get her to talk. Maybe call Cas?”

Cas! You didn’t even think of calling him. He’s an angel, he should know about this whole soulmate thing. You had so many questions. This should not be possible. How could an archangel, even a fallen one, have a human soulmate?

You were drawn from your thoughts when Dean pulled into that week’s motel. Not wanting to deal with the third degree from your brothers, you quickly exited the Impala and rushed into the bathroom. A hot shower is just what you needed.

After 30 minutes in the shower, a pounding on the door brought you out of the trance the hot spray had you under. “Come on Y/N, you can’t avoid this forever. You’re going to have to talk to us sooner or later. Plus you’re using all the hot water. Me and Sammy gotta shower too ya know!” Dean yelled through the door.

You sighed and shut off the shower. You’d avoided your brothers long enough, and they deserve to know what Lucifer told you. You dried off, threw on the leggings and tank you had brought with you, ran a brush through your hair, and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

Pull yourself together, Y/N. They’re your brothers. If anyone can deal with this it’s Sam and Dean Winchester.

With a deep breath, you finally left the bathroom to see Sam, Dean, and Castiel standing in the motel’s kitchenette waiting on you.

“Alright, no more avoiding this,” Dean said while pulling out a chair from the table. “You’re going to tell us what Lucifer said to you. Now.” He grabbed you by the shoulders and sat you in the chair. You watched as they all moved in front of you with expectant looks on their faces.

With a deep sigh, you looked at your twin who gave a sympathetic look. Sam was always able to calm you with not much more than a look. You always chalked it up to the twin mojo that Dean called freaky.

“Alright fine. When Lucifer touched me earlier, something happened...”

“Did he hurt you?!” Dean’s face turned red as he imagined the devil hurting his sister.

“Obviously not, Dean. If he had hurt me you probably would’ve known it. No, when he touched me it kind of felt like electricity flowed from his fingers throughout my body. But it wasn’t painful or unpleasant. It felt kinda nice actually.”

You looked at the expressions on the three men’s faces to gauge their reactions. Sam and Dean just looked confused but Castiel’s expression was one of utter disbelief and shock. Crap. This couldn’t be good. Sam and Dean noticed yours and Cas’ staring contest and saw the angel’s expression.

“Cas what is it?” asked Sam.

Cas kept his attention on you. “He told you, didn’t he?” you simply nodded. Cas’ head dropped. He was confused, he knew what this meant but it should not be possible.

“Told you what? Someone start talkin’!” Dean exclaimed.

“When one touches another and it causes a reaction such as that Y/N experienced, it is a reaction to their souls making a connection. The connection itself is extremely rare but humans have a word for it: soulmate. Lucifer is your sister’s soulmate.” You dropped your head into your hands while Cas explained what happened.

“Soulmate?? The devil is my little sister’s soulmate?? How is that even possible?! He’s a friggin’ angel, an archangel at that! Isn’t that like your guys’ murder one? No hanky panky with humans because of the whole Nephilim thing?” Dean was pacing and waving his hands all over representing the absurdity of the situation.

“Normally, yes. However, Lucifer is not a normal angel. He was cast out of Heaven for refusing to put humans before his love for our Father. Father is the only one who can create the soulmate connection. Obviously, he believes giving Lucifer a human soulmate will change his views on humanity.” Cas rationalized.

Your head was spinning so fast you were afraid it would come off your shoulders. You could not be Lucifer’s soulmate. He would kill you. Or worse. Sam noticed your silent freak-out and kneeled next to you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Just because Lucifer is your so-called soulmate doesn’t mean you have to have anything to do with him.” He held your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

“How do you know? He said that this was ‘going to be fun’ and that he’d ‘see me soon’. He’s the devil. If he wants to find me he will, especially if our souls are somehow connected. Sam if he finds me something bad is going to happen. He’s going to take me away from you guys. He may kill me. Or worse.”

Both of your brothers cringed at the implication. Dean had been to Hell when Lucifer was still IN the cage, what would it be like now that he was back? If Lucifer found you, would he take you there? Dean shuddered at the thought.

“Look Y/N nothing’s gonna happen to you. We won’t let Lucifer find you or take you from us. The God Squad is not going to tear apart the Winchesters. You won’t do the devil, I won’t say yes to Michael, and Sam won’t say yes to Lucifer.”

At Dean’s declaration a thought ran through your mind, “Wait, something doesn’t make sense.”

“Um you’re just noticing this now?” Dean deadpanned.

You threw him the bitchface, “Not what I meant Dean. How can Lucifer be my soulmate? Sam is not only my brother, but also my freaking twin. Lucifer can’t use Sam as a vessel and have me as a soulmate.”

Cas and Sam had confused looks on their faces while Dean’s face was white as a sheet. He wasn’t telling them something.

“Dean?” You stood and turned towards your oldest brother, “What aren’t you telling us?”

Dean refused to make eye contact with any of you, so you looked at Sam who just shrugged. Your gaze moved to Cas who was deep in thought. When he looked up you knew he had an idea. He moved to you and placed two fingers to your forehead.

After a few seconds he pulled away and shot Dean the dirtiest look. “You know, don’t you? You’ve always known.” Dean just nodded. “I will not be the one to tell them.”

“What the hell is he talking about Dean?” Sam growled at your older brother. Dean let out a long sigh and finally made eye contact with you and Sam. “Y/N, you and Sam aren’t really twins. You aren’t even really a Winchester, by blood at least.”

You and Sam’s jaws dropped at Dean’s statement. You both were in shock. In the last 3 hours your whole world had been completely flipped upside down. First you were Lucifer’s soulmate, and now the family you’d known your whole life isn’t even your family? You started to hyperventilate, causing you to get lightheaded and your vision began to snow. The last thing you remembered was the floor getting closer and Sam yelling before there was just black.

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hecohansen31 · 6 years ago

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I’d Play It Every Night:

(A Song Like You)

(Werewolf! Ivar+ Human! Reader+ Upir! Roman Godfrey)

(A/N): Hello lovelies!

Here’s the sequel of this little drabble, about the supenatural world of out favorite boys with mommy issues! I really hope you’ll like it and as always... any feedback is welcome and please let me know if you like this ship (I really hope you do!).

Also tagging the one who support me and this ship and have basically started it: @hexqueensupreme and @walkxthexmoon (thank you for your support it means the wolrd to me!).

Warnings: Oral Sex (Female Receving), Power Dynamics, Mention of Sex and Nudity and Dirty Talk.

He felt extremely stupid and couldn’t totally understand how Roman could be so calm in a situation like that.

He was tempted to open the champagne bottle and drink it all in one way.

Roman instead was calmly lounging on the bad, clearly interested by the beauty of the nostalgic room: he seemed the guy to appreciate that and the lovely shape of every damned corner.

He was instead pacing around and around the room, and sometimes he sent Roman death glares to tell him how stupid that idea was…

Till he heard knocking and he fast paced till the door, but Roman beat him to it; damned vampire sprint!

Roman didn’t immediately opened the door as he intended to and just sent him a pointed look and said “calm yourself” through gritted teeth and finally he he opened the door, revealing a (Y/N) clad in black lace, blushing lovingly in a black dress and an high ponytail, which he low key wanted in his hands…

-Hello there, girlie- Roman welcomed her, ranking gently his eyes on her face which was held down, watching her heels.

-Hi, sorry for being late- she replied, daring her head up to take in the two guys -Can I come in? -.

-… you look like a million bucks, lovely- let out Ivar, grabbing her hands and letting her in, guiding her into the room, meanwhile she giggled at the compliments.

Roman tailed on them, both.

-Thank you, I thought this dress would impress you- she mumbled, meanwhile Roman mouthed at her neck, kissing it sweetly.

-We are more than impressed sweetie- he uttered and then he pressed himself against her, making her feel something that caused a blush and an “oh” to be let out.

-As much as I like that dress, I want to see what’s under- Ivar said, pushing her to him, knowing he hadn’t the same reaction of Michael, he couldn’t, but he just wanted to hold her in her arms, which she followed obediently.

He low key was happy for the fact she hadn’t talked about his legs and hadn’t asked.

He was just happy to hold her, quietly, whereas Roman was much more passionate.

-In due time, lover boy- she reprimanded him, a leg going between his, teasing him in a dominant way, he found himself liking.

-Before that all start, why don’t we drink something? – proposed Roman, falling back and moving normally near to the champagne, taking three flutes and filling them to the brink, meanwhile Ivar brought (Y/N) on the bed, sitting beside her.

Shyness again shone in her eyes.

-… I … didn’t know if I should have come…- she mumbled, looking at the ground -… I am not this bold in anything, I have trouble asking people to help, think about me asking two people to fuck me… it takes a lot of my non-existent boldness-.

-Well, sweetie, you just need to ask and say “pretty please” with us- mumbled Roman, coming near her and settling on the other side of her, the one Ivar didn’t occupy.

-Lovely… you are the sexiest thing in the world, and I am shocked your confidence isn’t as high as a skyscraper- the sweet sound of Roman’s voice was similar to a lullaby, clearly easing her to relax, under Ivar’s hands, that moved to hers, bringing them to his mouth, kissing them as a loyal follower of a goddess.

-(Y/N), we won’t judge you… and we will stop if you feel even a little uncomfortable…- comforted her Ivar, caressing her face.

-Ok… ok- she replied timidly, accepting the champagne flute and drinking it in one go, surprising both her and the two boys.

Roman took the lead, as always, and drank more languidly his flute, before taking the girl and bringing her to his lap, but Ivar kept his link making her lean into him for a kiss, a very brief but sweet kiss.

Then it was Roman’s turn, just a show of lips, barely touching as if scared to frighten her, and the sweetness and calm was well-paid, because it was then (Y/N) that took the lead and kissed him with more passion, raking her hands in his hair, letting out an happy hum.

She grinded also gently against his thighs, meanwhile Ivar gave his affection softly to her arm, leaving a trace of kisses from her hand, to her shoulder, and there he breathed softly into her neck, gently warming her skin, meanwhile her core became molten due to Roman’s ministration, who had set a slow and soft rhythm, which made her already lose control.

-… my little bird is already being so needy and just from brushing against my thigh- murmured Roman in her ear, but it was loud enough for Ivar to also hear it and grunt roughly into his hear, almost savagely growling, which got her to turn around and kiss him.

It was nothing like Roman’s teasing kisses, Ivar put teeth and tongue into it and soon she found herself with swollen lips and Ivar nosing her neck, in search of her perfume, although she hadn’t worn one, and then with a flash and a little pained moan he bit her neck.

It hurt a bit, but then his tongue soothed it and with the haze of pleasure and champagne she couldn’t stop from grinding faster into Roman’s thick thighs.

Before she knew it, a hickey was blooming on her neck and Roman sent Ivar a glare.

-That’s a cheap trick, wolfie- but Ivar simply smirked and she shushed him, after she had pushed a last kiss onto Roman’s lips, pushing him with a thrust of her hips into the bed, teasing him exactly as he had, before she moved onto Ivar, who grinned as if he had won the great prize.

-You have the prettiest eyes, Ivar- and she softly started kissing his neck, leaving her own marks although much more lightly, than him, starting a sudden play-fight between the two, meanwhile Roman simply rolled his eyes, joining in and pushing himself between the two, in the spotlight of the attention, getting a little glare from Ivar and a playful smile from his lovely.

After a kiss to Roman, she softly laid between them, knowing that the night was still young but there were still some things to be discussed

No matter the fact that she was wet and throbbing down there.

-… we need to discuss things- she mumbled, pushing herself onto her elbows, matched by the two boys, who immediately looked up at her, a pair of green and blue eyes shining at her softly and she found herself blushing even harder.

-What? – asked Roman, a glint of mischief in his eyes -… we like you, you like us, we are going to take care of you, and you just stay there and let us do our bidding-.

On something him and Ivar agreed, seeing the glint of amusement in Ivar’s eyes, who started kissing up her stockings-covered legs, trying to get her out of them with the hand that reached behind her dress, distracting her from any coherent speech.

-Yeah, but I am scared of what might… tonight mean…- she stilled Ivar’s movement, meanwhile Roman’s eyebrows scrunched up, curious but it was as if he was keeping up a front.

-… sweetie, Roman just said that we like you, so it is clear that we find you attractive and…- he didn’t look at her in the eyes, instead focusing on the expensive sheets of the bed -… and more-.

-What the emotionally repressed blue-eyed boy is trying to say is that: this is more than a one night stand for us, at least- Roman summarized for her, meanwhile he gently tangled an hand between her hair to bring her closer to him.

-It’s just…- she mumbled, shyly -… a lot-.

-Too much? – asked Ivar, gently passing from the sensual kisses to comforting touches.

-No, I just… I just feel like maybe I am not worth it, and…-.

-Stop overthinking it sweetie- Roman brought her into her arms, kissing her forehead lovingly -Just let it happen-.

And he pushed her between his long legs, gently massaging her shoulder, and motioning to Ivar to settle between her legs.

-… wolfie, move your ass and speak some sweet words to her between her legs- this got a harsh glare from the other boy, who still set between her legs.

-What Roman is so ungraciously saying, what a waste of expensive teachers…- she coughed to make him stop insulting the other boy -… is that you don’t have to feel anything for us, just sit back and enjoy it-.

And before she could speak her stockings were ripped by Ivar’s hands, and immediately her fixation for his strong arms came back.

-… I will buy you a new pair of those, alongside a new pair of panties and a new dress, if he breaks them- and he nosed gently her neck, meanwhile Ivar pushed little kisses onto her legs, alternating between each -… although I am rather fond of this little thing-.

So, he pushed onto the zip between her dress, gently helping her out of it, leaving her just in her bra and panties.

She blushed there and that, immediately realizing that she was seeping through her panties, but Ivar didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest, nosing them as if she had just put in front of him his favorite sweet.

She tried to squeal away a bit, embarrassed but Roman kept her tight on her position and before she knew it, Ivar dared a lick between her folds, over the fabric.

She threw her head back, suddenly, and Roman cooed gently in her ear, meanwhile he kept her legs tightly spread, since she had tried to close them.

She took a deep breath, but before she could relax, another lick kept her tight and wounded, pleasurably, meanwhile Roman started gently lowering her bra’s straps to lay kisses on the soft skin they had covered.

Ivar alternated between nosing at her wetness and licking it, before his hand went into her panties and before she knew it his rough pads were gently brushing her folds, with much more experience and tenderness she would have given him credit for, since he had been so shy for all her staying.

“He is making you feel good, isn’t he” explained Roman, meanwhile he took in her face, craning it in his hand and she could just nod softly, thrusting up into Ivar’s fingers her hips, which got the boy to push them down, plunging his fingers into them, with a teasing smirk, before he lazily kept the stroking, getting a bit distracted by her hips “… just lay back and enjoy it, sweetie”.

And before she knew it, her panties were off (ripped, but she didn’t mind it) and Ivar’s mouth was on her unsheltered core, sucking gently on the sweet engorged pearl he hadn’t minded a single drop of attention, before.

She moaned loudly and Roman giggled, gently pushing his hand towards her chest and cradling a breast in his hand, over the bra, before tugging it gently, with much more delicacy than how Ivar.

He gently kneaded the flesh and she felt so lost in pleasure, not knowing whether Ivar’s or Roman’s ministration were what kept her so high on pleasure.

She was so lost in both of them, that the only thing that kept her sane were Ivar’s piercing eyes and Roman’s strong hold around her waist, as if she was his own personal doll.

Ivar’s eyes changed focus from her core, shining with juices which ended up on his light stubble and his plump mouth, working its miracles on her lower lips, and her face, and whenever he caught a moan in the making, with her mouth opening and her cheeks flushing ungracefully he smirked and she just wanted to deck him…

… or bring him even closer to her more sacred part.

Roman had moved its focus onto her nipples, gently drawing smaller circles onto her little buds, standing at attention due to the excitement Ivar had so graciously offered.

It wasn’t such a difficult discovery that she was so so close to the climax.

The first sign was that she had lost any control and insecurity about herself, grinding herself against Ivar’s face recklessly, as soon as the blue-eyed man started voraciously eating her out, bringing his nose to brush against her pearl, meanwhile his tongue circled her fold and then moved inside her, a pleasurable and sudden intrusion, which got her to fist the sheets.

Ivar immediately noticed her white knuckles and gently, but with a know-it-all-smirk, pushed her hand into his hair, making her pull on them gently, a little moan escaping his mouth, meanwhile Roman giggled.

-… I kind of expected an howl- Roman’s chest rumbled with laugh and the phrase honestly seemed meaningless to her, but the only thing that had a meaning for her were the chants she promised onto Roman’s mouth, pleading for a fast ending to that “torture”.

The green-eyed man just looked at her with mischief, before dropping down and kissing her nipple, taking it into his hot mouth, meanwhile Ivar went back to sucking her crying pearl, and withthat she let go any pretense of decency, screaming and screeching.

Her body trembled onto the bed and again it was Ivar who kept her roughly anchored onto the bed, looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing ever, not a sweaty mess (not that she cared, as she rode onto his face the last waves of her release).

And meanwhile Ivar lost a bit of his rhythm because of his show of devotion, Roman’s hands went to her womanhood, and quickly to her pearl, immediately rubbing it tenderly, drawing circles onto it and overstimulating her till she was too sensitive and her hips bucked roughly against the bed.

-…oh sweetie, you were so so pretty- he cooed into her hair and slowly pushed himself away from his position making her moan of pain at how she already missed his comforting frame and his pleasurable warmth.

He took Ivar’s place between her legs, although the other boy glared roughly at him, mumbling about “being there before”, meanwhile Roman replied about “not being selfish and let him taste the sweetness of their little birdie”.

She blushed at the vulgar show that Roman made of tasting her, with his tongue delving between her fold teasingly, meanwhile his fingers kept their work on her clit.

Still she found a help onto the hand that Ivar held out at her, anchoring her back again, with a small smirk, almost embarrassed, as if he hadn’t known her deepest secret, already.

He crawled onto her body and before she knew it… they were a breath away and he was kissing her, softly as if he hadn’t kissed her down there, with patience, wanting to taste her.

Exactly as Roman did down there.

Stopping himself just to look up at the two and smirk.

-… do it again, for me pretty birdie-.

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seeaddywrite · 6 years ago

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bitch, i’m a monster

a/n: this is the start of the vampire AU that’s been bugging me for the last few weeks. it takes place in a mostly canon universe, but ignores max’s death & michael’s relationship with maria. michael & alex still aren’t together, though the reasons are different this time around, & their feelings for each other are still very real.

it’s a little ridiculous, a lot melodramatic, & a whole lot of fun to write. i probably would have given up on it a long time ago if it weren’t for @soberqueerinthewild‘s insistence i do something with it, & her beta-ing, so, as always, she’s the best! i’m hoping to post the follow-up for the last day of Roswell NM Week, & then hopefully that will be the end of it because i absolutely do not want another never-ending ‘verse haha.

also, this is not the real title!! i just grew attached to the title on my google doc & can’t find a good one yet -- soooo it’s temporary haha. hopefully it makes you laugh as much as me.

The sharp, stabbing pain in his residual limb is the first sign. It’s a human pain, one easily avoided if Alex is careful and drains one of the packets in his specialized, hidden cooler on a consistent schedule. But that cooler is in his cabin, safely stashed in the sub-basement that Jim Valenti had kindly left him, and Alex is stranded in the middle of the goddamn desert without access to anything that would help the pain disappear.

It takes several minutes for the severity of the situation to process, though, since Alex is busy blinking the remnants of unconsciousness from his eyes and trying to figure out how he’d gone from reclining on his couch to what seemed to be the middle of the New Mexican desert. He groans and pushes himself up from coarse, brownish grass and gritty red dirt. There’s nothing ahead of him for miles but desert landscape and waves of heat rising from the ground; it’s got to be close to midday, as the sun is still high in the sky and beating down on him. It makes his skin feel too-tight and sore, like he’s got a low-level sunburn, and Alex has spent enough time in deserts to know that it will only get worse the longer he’s outside.

The sun might not reduce him to ash like it does in horror films, but sunlight is still not kind to vampires. The damage it causes will burn through whatever blood is left in his system at twice the normal speed, and leave him starving even faster than he wants to consider. It’s not worth thinking about, not yet -- it’ll only make him panic, and he needs to be focused on getting back to his cabin before he loses himself to baser instincts.

“Fuck,” he mutters passionately, giving himself approximately thirty seconds to acknowledge how miserable he is before forcing his tactical mind and survival training to take over -- but he doesn’t have the chance. A short, wry chuckle from behind him makes Alex jump, and he twists around abruptly to find the source, his body habitually trying to find a defensive stance, even from his seated position in the dirt.

“Yeah. Fuck pretty much sums it up,” Michael Guerin drawls, his achingly familiar features drawn into a pinched scowl as he surveys their surroundings, and Alex’s heart sinks. Stranded alone in the desert is bad enough, but Michael’s presence makes it worse, despite the traitorous feeling of security and pleasure that sparks in Alex’s chest when he sees him. It’s a vestigial reaction from the days when Alex was allowed to think of Guerin as his only port in a storm, and he hates that he can’t shake it even now, with years of one night stands, abandonment, and heartbreak between them. “Whoever knocked us out and dropped us here got our phones and dosed me with pollen. Again.” He shakes his head, hard, and a cloud of yellow dust surrounds him briefly to illustrate his point.

It takes a moment for Alex to remember the significance of the dust. It’s been over a year since Noah’s death and the discovery of the strange powder that nullified the aliens’ powers, and he’s had too much on his mind to spare it much thought in the intervening time. Jesse Manes’ escape from Kyle’s hospital and the subsequent skirmishes with him had taken up all of Alex’s time and energy -- but he knows intimately how much Michael loathes feeling powerless, and that frustration is obvious in the tight pull of his shoulders and the set of his jaw. For a moment, Alex wants to get up and smooth the lines in his face with his fingertips, to kiss away the fury at feeling helpless that burns in his own chest as much as Michael’s, but as always, he holds himself back. Getting close enough to touch Guerin at this point is too dangerous, anyway; every time Alex has allowed himself such luxury since his transition to vampire, the fight to keep his appearance and instincts within human bounds had been nearly impossible to win. He’d been an inch away from burying his fangs in Michael’s neck the last time they’d been naked together -- which is going to stay the last time they were together. Alex isn’t going to allow his love for Michael to put him in any more danger than his alien heritage already does. Especially not danger from Alex.

“You gonna sit there until you dehydrate?” It takes a moment to process the question as Alex looks up at Michael. His jeans are covered in the reddish-brown dirt of the desert rather than the streaks of oil Alex is used to seeing. There’s a sprawling purple bruise across his sternum, revealed only because there are several buttons undone at his collar, and his curls are in utter disarray, matted with dried blood at one temple. Alex does his best to keep the latter as a clinical observation, but he swallows convulsively at the realization, forcing himself to focus on Michael’s scowl instead of the blood. His stomach cramps at the sight anyway, reminding him that it’s well past time for his bagged lunch, and he drags his gaze away.

Michael waves a hand in front of Alex’s face in silent offer to help him up, and he takes it without thinking. As always, the contrast between his extreme body heat and Alex’s undead cold is shocking, but Michael doesn’t seem to notice. Everyone feels considerably cooler to him, Alex imagines, so the difference must not be as noticeable as it would be to others. Still, he’s careful to release Michael as soon as he’s found his balance on both feet, and to mask the wince that threatens to contort his face as he does so. He’s never really had to deal with aches or pains in his residual limb, even immediately after the amputation, because he’d healed with miraculous speed after he began to feed on a consistent schedule.

It wasn’t actually that simple, of course. Alex had woken alone in a military hospital with limited memories of the explosion that put him there. The blast itself was still a blank spot in his mind, but if he tries, he can picture the tall, broad-shouldered Sebastian Erickson leaning over him, his ABUs torn and bloodied though there were no visible wounds on his body. Alex remembers trying to look at him, to focus and tell him to go get the others to safety, but Sebastian had only smiled sadly and rested a cold hand on his forehead. “This is going to hurt, I am afraid,” he’d said, in the same old-time accent that Alex remembered from nights at the bar with his squadron and countless training simulations. “But it is the only way you will live.”

Alex remembers the words, but no accompanying panic. He hadn’t even felt pain at that point, just a vague sense of disconnect from the world around him and the sudden, overwhelming certainty that he was about to die. He’d always imagined he would fear death, would fight it with everything in him, but it had seemed a relief, then. No more war. No more guilt. No more anything. But the moment he relaxed into it, allowed himself to accept his fate, Sebastian’s familiar visage was in his line of sight, twisted into something … other. Something monstrous. And while the thought of death wasn’t enough to make Alex panic, blood-red eyes and fangs, it seemed, were.

The flash of fang, the burning pain that started in his neck at the site of the bite and spread through his entire body with alarming alacrity, are crystal clear in his shoddy memory. Alex remembers screaming for help, clutching at Sebastian’s hand until it was just gone, along with Sebastian himself, as if he’d never been there in the first place.

The next foggy memory Alex has is from days later, after his amputation. He was high on pain medication and barely lucid, but there’s no forgetting Sebastian’s sudden presence in the tiny, sterile room. After the initial burst of fear, an instinctive panic that comes from two predators in a room together while one is weak and vulnerable, Sebastian had begun to explain. It was the first time Alex had heard the word vampire outside bad pop culture references, and even high on painkillers, he’d believed it too fantastical to be true -- until Sebastian had snarled, fangs flashing in his mouth beneath fluorescent lights, and bit into his forearm. Blood streamed crimson over his pale skin, and from feet away, Alex could smell it. His mouth watered, his gums throbbed, and when he blinked, his vision was suddenly too good, taking in every detail of the hospital room before he even looked in that direction.

Then, the bloody wound was shoved beneath his nose, and Alex loses the thread. He remembers sensations, feelings -- the way his entire body thrilled at the first drop against his lips, the first impression of his tongue against elongated teeth, the pure euphoria his first swallow. He’s been high on weed and drunk off his ass, but nothing else compares to that initial rush of fresh blood in his mouth. And at that point, there was really no denying the truth of it any longer. Alex was a vampire, and it did no good to pretend otherwise.

When it was done, Sebastian disappeared, sliding through the tiny window with inhuman grace and without a backward glance. He left a phone number for his contact at a blood bank in Sacramento, California, behind, and tucked a tiny cooler full of blood packets beneath the bed, where the doctors would have no reason to look -- and Alex never saw him again. He’d been forced to learn most of what he knows of vampirism on his own by trial and error, and he’s lived in constant fear of what he’s capable of ever since.

“Alex? Alex! Did you end up with a concussion or something? Hello?”

The increasingly anxious voice pulls Alex back to the present, and he blinks, shaking his head and taking a step back, far enough away that the temptation to touch Michael eases. “No, I’m fine,” he says with a tight smile. In all honesty, he may have had a concussion, but it’s long healed by now. “I don’t remember anything about how we got here, though. You?”

It doesn’t matter, really; the course of action is still the same. Get the hell out of the desert, find a way back to town, and hopefully manage to do it all before he ends up revealing his less-than-human side to Michael. But Alex isn’t the sort of person to be hit over the head and dragged out into the middle of the desert without wanting to know who’d done it -- if they didn’t get what they were after the first time, there’s too high a chance that they’d try again. Plus, whoever had done this has to know about Michael and his siblings’ secret to have used the pollen. That alone is enough of a reason to find and stop them; there are too many ways that information could be used against them, and Alex won’t let it happen.

It turns out, Alex needn’t have worried.

“C’mon, Manes, think about it. Who are the only people who know about this shit that aren’t on our side?” He brushes another waterfall of the yellow powder to the desert floor, scowling at it furiously. “Plus, you and me? Not Max or Isobel? Not Valenti, or Liz, or the half of the damn town who knows what we are? It’s gotta be personal. Who’s the only guy you know who’d want to take you and me out first?”

Alex sucks in a sharp breath, ignoring the scent of Michael’s blood that it drags into his lungs. It’s impossible to deny that he’s right -- even though Alex very much wishes he could, because the insinuations are terrifying.

“My dad,” he says tersely, rubbing at his temples in a futile attempt to stop the ache building behind his eyes. Of course it was his father. Jesse Manes is the only addition to this fiasco that could possibly make it worse, and that’s the way Alex’s luck has been running, lately. “Remind me to call Kyle as soon as we get back to town. He’ll need the heads-up to make sure no one shows up behind him with a gun again.”

Michael stares flatly back at him, incredulity glowing in his eyes. “That’s what you’re worried about right now? Seriously? Look around, Alex!” He spreads his arms wide, encompassing the expanse of desert surrounding them, touching the horizon on all sides. There’s no sign of the way they’d come, no way of knowing for sure in which direction home was, and they’d been left with no supplies or methods of communication. Just the two of them, with Michael’s powers muted and Alex’s useless without a steady source of blood.

In short, they’re screwed.

Alex presses his lips together tightly, then nods curtly, conceding the point. “Yeah, okay. Valenti’s on his own for now,” he agrees, and tries to organize his thoughts, filtering out the voices in the back of his head that are screaming that he’s going to either starve in the middle of this wasteland or end up fang-deep in Michael’s neck before he can stop himself.

“As long as this isn’t all a diversion, I think everyone else will be fine until we get back and show we ruined the grand plan … whatever the hell that is,” Michael muses thoughtfully, and Alex’s shoulders slump in relief when he keeps talking. Not because his thoughts bring good news, but because it gives him something else to focus on, anything else, besides the steadily growing panic in his chest and the hunger that’s beginning to gnaw ruthlessly at his insides. “Any ideas? Kidnapping us and leaving before we’re dead isn’t exactly Jesse’s style. He’s usually into more hands-on stuff: torture, gunshots to the head, fiery explosions, all the classics. So why’d he dump us out here when there’s a good chance we’ll be able to find our way back and come after him?”

Alex calls on years of military discipline to keep from squirming at the questions. He knows the answer, of course. His father has been his nemesis, his war, since he was eight years old, and Alex believes in knowing thy enemy. Jesse Manes is a sadist. He gets off on watching others hurt and always has -- especially when it comes to Alex, who has managed to disappoint him in every way a son can. He’s gay. He’s unalterably in love with an alien. And three years ago, when he should have died in an IED explosion, adding to the family legacy, Alex became something inhuman instead. It’s the perfect trifecta of sins, in his father’s eyes, and being dumped in a sun-scorched desert at midday with nothing and no one around besides a powerless -- and therefore defenseless -- Michael Guerin is his idea of a fitting punishment.

Even after discovering all of Jesse Manes’ secrets, Alex still has no idea how he found out about his condition, but that doesn’t matter. He knows, and at least thinks he knows how to kill a vampire. And Alex has to admit that this is a good way to do it. Eventually, instinct will take over and he’ll end up attacking Michael to stay alive. And afterward, in time, Alex will begin to dessicate from lack of blood. At least, he assumes so -- no one has ever actually told him what happens when a vampire goes too long without blood, but movies and literature all seem to agree that the consequences are unpleasant.

Not that it particularly matters. Alex isn’t naive enough to think he’d care about what came next if he lost control of himself and murdered the love of his life. He’s a vampire, and maybe a bit monstrous, in the right light, but his heart still beats faster when Michael looks at him, and he doubts he’ll ever be able to shake the warmth that infuses his body when their eyes meet. Together or not, Alex loves Michael, and while he may have managed to forgive himself for a long list of sins, killing him isn’t one that Alex could ever recover from. And a world without Michael isn’t one that he wants to exist in, even if the guilt wasn’t enough to kill him instantaneously.

None of that is information he plans on sharing with Guerin, at least not yet, not until he’s absolutely sure they can’t make it back to Roswell before the situation becomes critical. They don’t even know how far out they are -- maybe they can hike back in a few hours with no worse repercussions than dehydration and a sun burn. They both tend toward the pessimistic, both looking for the worst-case scenario as a direct result of the ways they were raised, but Alex doesn’t have any choice but to hope for the best, this time. Hope for the best … and prepare for the worst.

“I don’t know,” Alex lies, leaning down to hide his face under the guise of adjusting his compression sock. Even with all of the unpleasantness and recent distance between them, Michael knows Alex too well, and the last thing Alex wants is for him to read the falsehood in his expression. “But it doesn’t really matter now. We have to get back to town as soon as possible.”

Michael rolls his eyes. “No, really? I thought we’d stay and take a nice vacation,” he snarks, head cocked to one side as he rakes agitated fingers through his curls. Yellow powder again coalesces into a cloud around his head before falling to the sand, and Michael’s lips tighten angrily. “This stuff is literally choking me. I can’t reach Iz or Max until it’s gone, so we’re on our own, unless Daddy Dearest was nice enough to leave you a phone?”

Alex sighs heavily, eyeing the horizon with displeasure. It’s going to be a long fucking day. “We’d better get a move on, then,” he tells Michael, and points them north, toward what he hopes is civilization.

#rnmweek19 #roswellweek19 #my fic #malex fic #vampire AU #day 5: AU

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 6 years ago

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A Hell Of A Good Place (2/2)

Author’s Note: Second part of the Trevor imagine. Less long than the first part, but I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Trevor x Reader; slight!Eleanor x Reader

Warning: Spoilers for season 1 and 2.

Word Count: 3584 words.

Summary: The story of how a demon named Trevor falls in love with you and tries to keep it a secret.

Part One - This is Part Two

Edit found here.

Trevor doesn’t understand why he’s been so obsessed with you.

First, you’re a human. A filthy disgusting human who ended up in The Bad Place, so it’s pretty clear to him that you’re a shitty person in disguise. Second, he has been working with other demons since the beginning of time, and he has not met anyone as annoying as you. The whole time he was by your side in the first version of The Good Place, you kept smiling and laughing at his comments, listening to him when he told you torture stories and always nagging him about the fact that he might like you.

So. Annoying.

But yet, the whole time he was there, he thought about you constantly, your pretty smile shaking his cord every time you gave it to him. So of course, when Michael “kicked him out”, the first thing he did was to steal your file and study it over and over and over and over and over-

Until the moment he knew every single thing about you; from the day you were born to the day you died. All the good and bad things you did, all the smiles, the laughs, the cries, the depression… It’s simple: if there was a test about your life, he would fucking ace it and even get a better score than you.

But somehow, even after reading absolutely every single detail about you, your pretty smile kept hunting him and he fucking hated it. He couldn’t understand why you were still in his head; you, a disgusting human. Not even torturing his favorite subjects kept you away from his mind. Gosh, why couldn’t you just go away? That’s when he realized that reading about you wasn’t the same as spending time with you and that, in order to destroy that obsession once and for all, he needed to see you again.

So when he heard about Michael’s project getting another chance, he convinced him to let him have a better role.

It was fucking perfect. He got to be your soulmate, which meant that he could, one, get to know you in person, second, torture you (which is always fun), and three, if Eleanor somehow fell in love with you again, he could also torture her just by being with you.

Nothing could express how proud of himself he was, his arm linked with yours when you both walked around the welcoming party the first day. The only thing bothering him was the fact that you were silent, tensed and distant. Where was the human who smiled at his words, teased him and didn’t stop herself to insult him when she was annoyed? Were you acting like that because he was now a mere human soulmate to you instead of a demon coming to take your friend away? That didn’t make sense. Why would you be friendly to a dangerous demon, but excessively cold towards your own soulmate? Was your brain even working right?

You weren’t normal, that’s for sure, and knowing that somehow increased Trevor’s obsession on you.

He perfectly remembers the moment where Tahani caused a fire in a drunk state (which wasn’t supposed to happen according to Michael). But he mostly remembers how the flames captivated your attention, giving him an opportunity to make you talk to him openly… which he gladly took.

“You like the fire, Pretty Smile?”

You had jumped up at his voice, turning your head to him with a pang of guilt in your eyes.

“… is it bad to say that I find it pretty?”

He couldn’t help the grin forming on his lips when he heard that.

“You do like fire, huh...” That’s a thing that wasn’t written in your file, along with your passion for torture stories. Has the system didn’t gathered the right information about you, or did you just suppressed everything for a long time?

Back then, he didn’t know that it was both.

“Oh god, it’s bad, isn’t it?” You had panic and freed your arm from his, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I need to go.”

And he let you leave pretty easily since he didn’t really care… but if he had known that Michael would have yelled at him and his coworkers for losing sight of you and the other humans and that you somehow met Eleanor and Chidi on your way out, he wouldn’t even have let you out of his grip.

Because, believe it or not, Eleanor had the time to write a note with “Find Chidi and (Y/N)” on it in the first version, and she also had the time to hide it inside Janet’s mouth. You then met Chidi and Eleanor after the fire incident, and when your pathetic human friends learned who you were, they showed you the note and convinced you to go at Eleanor’s place to discuss it in secret.

He hated it how you looked at him when you learned that he and everyone else were demons. You see, you weren’t looking at him in hatred, in disappointment, in sadness or even like you were feeling betrayed. No, you see… you looked at him like you were expecting it, not even bothered by it. It was like you learned an ordinary fact and your mind had immediately toss it in a not important corner.

And that’s what he absolutely hated. He hated getting no reaction from you.

So now he didn’t just want to know more about you: he wanted to get as much reaction out of you as possible... and that meant being the absolute fucking perfect boyfriend and best friend to you (and then crush you with the truth when the time will come). So he was glad when Michael reset the whole thing again, even if it was without Shawn’s approval (heck, he didn’t care about that part. He lives to break rules as long as he has fun).

But no matter what he did in the next couple of tries (yes, tries. Michael kept fucking everything up somehow), you were still acting distant and awkward towards him. It was weird watching you force a smile every time he’d say or do something nice. It was like you were seeing kindness as a form of hidden violence. But, when enough time passed in certain timelines, you would slowly open up and let him in, cracking a few jokes and not tensing up every time he would talk.

Those moments were great, cause it meant that he could start to really know you, but freaking Eleanor kept learning that she was in The Bad Place and they had to restart before he had the chance to do so. Also, Michael kept asking him about finding a faster way to get you to open up, which was a real puzzle that no one knew how to solve (except for the others humans… Ugh! How do they do that so easily?)

Anyway, he thought that maybe he wasn’t sweet enough for your taste. I mean, he was already extremely nice to you, but maybe you needed some super extra effort or something. He wanted to gag at that. Why do humans need so much kindness and support? These were such disgusting acts that he really didn’t want to do, but he did them anyway.

And it didn’t work. It really didn’t work.

You were acting even colder and more distant, at the point where you were rolling your eyes at him, sighing constantly and sometimes just plain out leaving when he was talking and not looking directly at you. He had to contain himself to not strangle you. You were talking to a demon, honey. Maybe you should rethink before doing those things?

Of course, you had no idea who he really was, so he couldn’t really punish you like he would have wanted… But what was wrong with you? Couldn’t you see how much effort he was putting into this fake relationship? The fuck was he supposed to do to make you like him?!

He hated that you would go to Eleanor for love; always laughing at her jokes, comforting her, helping her… He just wanted to snap her neck right in front of you every time you went to see her, but he contained himself. He always contained himself.

He just needed to be more patient with you, right?

Well, he couldn’t stay patient, so one day, he just snapped.

And you dismissed his anger by looking away in guilt when he confronted you about “seeing someone else” even though you already had a soulmate (and he did that despite Michael telling him that he shouldn’t do it yet… but he didn’t care anymore). He didn’t like that you were so quiet, so he kept asking you why he wasn’t enough for you, basically screaming at you some dumb cliches things humans say when they know they’ve been cheated on. But you just kept apologizing without even answering his questions, your body getting tenser the more he argued with you.

“For fork sake, (Y/N)! Just answer me something!”

“You’re too forking nice, okay?!” He shut up when you snapped back, your whole face red from the frustration. “Nice is awkward, suffocating and not at all attractive! I need someone who can be sarcastic! Someone who can joke about death and torture! Someone who can discuss potential murder scenarios with me! Someone who can act and think evil even if it’s just for one forking moment! But you’re not evil at all! You’re nice! My soulmate is a nice guy and I forking hate it!”

“There! Now you know why I don’t love you. Are you happy now?”

He just smirked at you back then, loving to know that you were actually attracted to his original self.

And he loved it when your cheeks turned red under his stare.

“So you like evil guys, huh?” He had licked his bottom lip in wonder, analyzing this new information about you in his head.

“W-what?” Your eyes had gone wide when he said that, not expecting this kind of reaction.

“Interesting.” He had put his face close to yours, observing your blushing mess. “Very interesting.”

A huge feeling of satisfaction had washed over him when he saw your soul squish in upper attraction, his words and his actions now fully having the influence he wanted to have on you in the first.

“I wonder how many more things aren’t written in your file...”

“File?” You had tilted your head in confusion. “Why would you have access to my file- Oh my god!”

He lost his smirk when you stepped back from him, a scared expression on your file.

“You’re not human, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have access to my file if you were one… and if we were in The Good Place, you wouldn’t have to hide it.. so this must be The Bad-”

Let’s just say that he was the one to force the reboot this time.

He still remembers Michael screaming at him for hours. How dare he screwed things up when it was perfect for once? Pff, “perfect”. In what world, Michael, huh?

But it didn’t matter. Trevor didn’t care what Michael said anymore, cause he knew how to seduce you now: being himself… pretty ironic, don’t you think?

So, just to be sure he wouldn’t look like a complete asshole who clearly didn’t deserve to be in The Good Place, he started small. You know, a few sarcastic comments here and there… a small conversation about torture methods in the Middle Ages (which he actually studied to redo them on some subjects, but he was impressed by how strong your own knowledge about it was)… and his proudest accomplishment: the way he subtly showed you how much he hated Eleanor, which pushed you to stop trying to be friends with her in each reset that went forward.

He couldn’t believe that it was working. You were opening up to him! Smiling at him, joking back and even engaging fully on conversations with him! He couldn’t help but smile every time you’d laugh at one of his dark jokes, or admire the murder scenarios you thought in your head. You had a whole dark side of you that was fascinated by the sins of the human world, yet you were too sweet and kind to ever do something bad to someone else…

You were a paradox that was constantly torturing itself just by existing, and he couldn’t quite understand how you could exist himself. He thought you were the perfect combination of pure and evil, thrown out in the human world without any notice then send to The Bad Place to be tortured for eternity. He thought people were wasting your true potential: a human who knew how to physically and psychologically torture anyone, but who also knew how to help anyone grow and be a better person.

You were just… a miracle. In his eyes, at least.

He was surprised when you kissed him first, not only because you were the one who engaged it, but also because he noticed that… despite the fact that he, one, was kissing (which is gross, by the way. Mouths weren’t built for that), and second, was kissing a human (double gross)… he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would... He quite enjoyed it, actually: your mouth moving with his, his arms around your waist, your fingers in his hair...

Let’s be honest, he just fucking loved it.

So he then took every opportunity he had to get his hands on you, his lips always kissing a part of you (your hands, your lips, your neck- anything). He also started full-on make-out sessions in public, especially if it was in front of the other humans. Gosh, he loved how uncomfortable they were when he did it, particularly Eleanor and her hurtful sad expressions. So precious.

And he loved how you would giggle and smile under his attention. He never thought he would think that about a human, but you were so cute and adorable all the time, even when you were describing a gruesome murder you once read in an article.

He didn’t want to have sex with you, though. Taking that kind of trust from you when he wasn’t fully in an honest position somehow felt… wrong. Which was also some absolute bullshit he didn’t understand. If he was the fake soulmate of any other humans, he would have fucked them without even thinking about it. So why the hell couldn’t he just do that with you too? Was something wrong with him now? Did your messed up brain mess up with his brain?

But the frustration always disappeared every time he’d look at you, always vibrant around him, a soul full of beautiful colors with pitches of gray and black. You were a beautiful painting he could just stare at for hours… so pretty, so kind, so dark, so alive.

One day, though… things went too far.

He still doesn’t know what had gotten to him that day. You were just having a nice day with him and your human friends, Chidi and Eleanor. You called it a double date if he remembers correctly. You were clearly having fun with them, but he wasn’t. They were cockroaches trying to steal you away, and he didn’t understand why he had to hang out with them. He was pretty tensed the whole time, saying a lot of mean sarcastic comments about Eleanor specifically, and when she had the nerve to replace a strand of your hair behind your ear, he just-

It was the worst blood bath he ever created, and the way you screamed at what he did, absolutely horrified, it made him feel like his own soul was sheared.

If he didn’t threaten to tell everything to Shawn, Michael would have fired him that day. But he didn’t, the threat of getting forced to retire too important, and so Trevor got a lot of other chances to be sure he wouldn’t… snap like that again. Instead, he made sure you were always safe, from him and any of his coworkers, and his kisses were more long and sweet (though he would still do the rough ones because it was in his nature and he knew you loved them).

And everyone started to act differently around him, too. He kept catching his coworkers giving him the stink eye from afar, avoiding you every time you’d be with him… Hell, even Michael had started to look at him differently since the incident, like he knew something Trevor didn’t.

“Are you sure you’re not… getting too close to (Y/N)?”

Michael’s question had taken Trevor by surprise back then, the demon having frowned in confusion.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

The eternal being had then moved on to another topic, ignoring Trevor’s question, but the question still made the demon question himself. Was he getting too close to you? Nah, that’s impossible. You were still a filthy human, and he was an evil eternal being. He just wanted you to stay his and his only… nothing to worry about, right?

The last reset… felt like someone was stealing you away from him. You were acting friendly and loving with him, just like you would have been in the other reset… but you were looking at him differently and you were becoming more distant as the days went by. You disappeared a lot of times in the week, and he wouldn’t know where you went or with who you were. One day he asked Michael about it, and he said that you were just taking personal walks around the neighborhood. The answer calmed him down for a while, but he eventually stressed about it again. Why were you taking so much of lonely walks in this reset when you didn’t use to do that before?

Then, Shawn came back, still unaware of all the resets, and he decided that it was time to end the project.

When you learned about how he was a demon the whole time, he saw you act surprised, but your eyes were saying that you already knew. That shocked him in such a way, he just didn’t know how to react himself. Did Michael forget about erasing your memory before the last reset? Did you act like you didn’t know what was going on so the torture wouldn’t get worse?

He didn’t have a chance to ask you about it in private, cause you and the other humans had become little toys to display in front of the coworkers. The roast wasn’t as fun as he would normally enjoy, and he absolutely hated the whole party his coworkers were and are still throwing right now. All he could think about was how much physical torture you’ll have to get through for the rest of eternity, and how much he wouldn’t be able to survive that.

So, when everyone had their back turned, he took you by the arm and forced you to follow him in a quiet corner, where he proceeded to try to convince you to run away to Mindy St-Claire’s. He didn’t care if he was going to be forced into retirement, he just wanted you to be safe.

But here you two are now, you looking at him in silence right after you asked him why he’s helping you, his messed up brain almost blowing up while he tries to find the answer he himself doesn’t really know.

Cause Trevor doesn’t know why he’s helping you right now, just like he doesn’t know why he has been obsessed with you in the first place, nor why he has grown so attached to you. He doesn’t know why you seem so perfect in his eyes, why he wants to kiss you all the time or why he wants to rip off Eleanor’s head every time she would simply just talks to you. He doesn’t know why you manage to make him feel important, and he doesn’t know why he wants to protect you from everything. He doesn’t know why he’s not being the worst being in the universe with you, nor why he doesn’t want you to see him as the worst being in the universe to you. He doesn’t-He doesn’t-

Fuck.

He’s in love with you.

He’s fucking in love with you.

Fuck!

When he comes back to his senses, you’re already gone (probably one of his coworkers forcing you back to the party). It’s pretty ironic how you seem to disappear just when he realizes his feelings for you. What is this, some kind of cliché soap opera?

Despite his efforts, Trevor’s unable to find you for the rest of the evening, nor for the whole the night, or even the morning after. He panics the whole time: what if one of his coworkers has done something to you? Are you agonizing somewhere?

That’s until he learns from Shawn and Michael that you, the other humans and Janet have escaped to Mindy St-Claire’s, the news making his entire soul sigh in relief. Though he acts like it’s a horrible situation that needs to be solved fast, and he goes on the train with a sarcastic grin that he sends to all his coworkers, thinking about you with a sinking heart.

Even though he aches to hold you in his arms, he hopes he never sees you again…

Because that would mean you’ll be doomed for eternity.

#the good place #the good place fic #the good place imagine #the good place imagines #the good place x reader #the good place reader insert #trevor #trevor tgp #trevor tgp x reader #trevor tgp imagine #trevor the good place #the good place trevor #tgp trevor #tgp #trevor x reader #trevor x reader tgp #tgp trevor x reader

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pastelbatfandoms · 5 years ago

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Pick 14 OC’s

1. Roxy (WWE) 2. Michelle (Riverdale) 3. Renee (The Flash) 4. Rika (NOES) 5. Carrie (Gotham) 6. Helena (AHS) 7. Rihannon (HP)

8. Amara (Marvel) 9. Meghana (Descendants) 10. Esme (Descendants) 11. Marianna (TW) 12. Suzanna (TWD) 13. Mandy (ST) 14. Ashlee (AVTED)

1. Would you rather date 5 or 12?

Suzanna. I feel like Carrie might kill me if I pissed her off....

2. A man wearing a thong and boxers on his head comes up to 8 and demands their money. Their reaction? Amara would taken aback and just look at the guy weird. “Earth has some strange customs.” She mutters as she hands him some Asgardian coins.

3. 6 comes home and finds that 2 has broken into their house and is stealing their possessions. What happens? Ah hell...literally. Michelle,I’d run.

4. Would 13 ever have sex with 9? lol their is no way they’d meet,but if they did I mean Meghana is a Demi God so probably.

5. What would 5 and 10’s lovechild look like? Well She or he would definitely have dark hair,and striking Romanesque features with bright eyes. In a word,stunning.

6. What would 7 never ever admit to the world? Other then not telling Muggles she’s a witch...I’m not sure.

7. Do you think that 1 is sexy/cute? um yes lol

8. Is 9 or 14 more likely to commit murder? Ashlee,I mean she kills Deadites all the time.

9. What is the last thing that 14 would ever wear? Anything too frilly and princess like.

10. Why would 13 hate 7? I have no idea...maybe jealous of her because one she knows magic and also she can have the men in her life at the same time!

11. Is 4 a virgin? No

12. What would 2 get 3 for their birthday? Michelle would probably get her a gift card to a Restaurant or a jewelry store.

13. Does 9 go to church? No,doesn’t exist in Auradon.

14. 12 and 1 go scuba diving. What happened? Skipping,because I have no idea.

15. Would 6 survive a zombie apocalypse?

Dang wish this question had been for 12...but Helena would be fine,chances are her Husband made The Apocalypse so....

16. Who’s taller, 4 or 14?

I think Rika.

17. 5 and 8 get in a fight. Who surrenders first?

The Carrion Crow vs The Valkyrie...That would be some battle! I can only seeing Carrie surrendering first because Amara has powers.

18. Does 13 trust 3 enough to drive with them during a heavy rainstorm in heavy traffic? yeah sure,just don’t let Mandy drive.

19. Could 8 ever win a swimsuit competition? YES

20. What scares 7 more than anything? Losing her loved one’s,especially to He who shall not named...

21. How long could you stand to be around 10? A good while,she’d be fun.

22. Your old high school enemy comes up to you on the street and punches you in the face. What would 13 do? Mandy would beat the crap out her.

23. What would 2 say/do when extremely drunk? I’m just going to put this gif here...Remember Michelle starts off with Jughead...

24. Would 1 ever crossdress? like wear a suit? Sure I guess.

25. 1, 8, and 14 are playing tug-of-war against 7, 9, and 12. Which side would win? Roxy,Amara,Ashlee VS Rihannon,Meghana and Suzanna.

If Amara couldn’t use her powers I’d say Meghana would win for her team because she is the daughter of Hercules.

26. 11 and 3 are arguing. Who resorts to violence first? Marianna she is a Wolf...Good luck Renee.

27. Does 9 or 4 have a worse temper? Meghana,She got pretty pissed after Hades broke up with her.

28. Who would you least want to meet in a dark alley, 14, 11, or 6? Helena,Definitely...

29. If 10 got drafted for the army, would they go for it or dodge the draft? She’d dodge it like a thief in the night ^_~

30. What is 13’s worst memory?

Billy’s death.

31. Why would the government be after 3? Because of her connection to Reverse Flash.

32. You run into 2 on a busy street? What is the first thing you notice about them?

Her Gothic attire

33. Would 11 ever get cosmetic surgery?

34. Does 5 love or hate themselves?

She does to an extent,but I feel like she regrets some of her past actions and who she associated with/dated.

35. 13 gets hit on by someone of their own gender? Their reaction?

Ok,I mean she’d be flattered but she doesn’t really swing that way. That I know of....

36. What is 14’s worst habit or addiction?

This might change,since I haven’t written her into a story yet. But I think Ashlee has a tendency to think she can go it alone,she’s very stubborn and doesn’t forgive easily either.

37. What kind of movie would 11 go see? An Action movie

38. Does 10 still live with their parents? Technically Esme lives at a boarding school,so no.

39. Does 6 dance?

Yes,usually to entice Michael or to entice someone to their side. Helena is also very good at swing dancing as well.

40. 3, 5, 12, and 14 are playing poker. Who is the most likely to cheat?

Carrie.

41. What would be the main thing standing between 1 and 10’s love?

the fact that there in 2 Different stories, Michelle is with Juggie and Esme is with Charming. Michelle would remind Esme too much of what she was trying to escape from the isle.

42. Is 2 or 4 more mature?

Rika,she is older.

43. Does 1 or 8 have a bigger ego?

Amara,though Roxy does know a thing or two about ego’s,dating wrestlers...

44. Would 12 rather drive a small, environmentally friendly car, or a huge Hummer with bad gas mileage? A hummer,because at that point it wouldn’t matter. A vehicle is a Vehicle in The Apocalypse,though she’d prefer a Motorcycle.

45. Does 6 care about their appearance? Yes,she’s spent years not being able to see it as a Ghost,so now she can be quite fussy at times. But given who she’s dated in the past that’s not surprising....

46. 5, 7, and 14 go into a haunted house. What happens?

Carrie wouldn’t be phased she’s seen worse,so has Ashlee but she hopes there’s no ACTUAL evil dead here,which would be what Rhiannon would try and find out.

47. 13 is walking along and gets pulled aside by a prostitute. Do they accept the offer? omg what is with these questions...poor Mandy lol honestly living where they do she’d probably be used to it,she’d just brush her off and walk away. She has Billy,she doesn’t need to PAY for it.

48. Does 10 have or want kids? No she’s too young,though I’m sure Chad will want an Heir at some point.

49. How will 13 probably die?

omg! Easy answer probably by a Demogorgon!

50. Why was 6 picked on at school?

Helena was actually...because she was different then the other kids,an orphan Witch,no one dared pick on her after she met Dandy though.

51. For what would 11 worship 4?

Marianna would look up to Rika because she’s “fought” a dream demon and survived,even though she’s only human.

52. 3 and 14 are running against each other for president. Who do you vote for?

Probably Renee she seems a bit more level headed then Ashlee but then Eobard might become Vice president...I suppose it’s better then Ash! lol

53. 1, 8, 12, and 14 gang up on 5. How long does 5 last?

Quite awhile and this must be when Carrie is bad again,otherwise Amara would have no reason to fight her.

54. Who would 11 rather take to the prom, 2 or 9?

Mari would take Shelle to the prom,she’s a bit more low key.

55. Would 7 ever wear a leopard-print miniskirt in public?

Maybe

56. Who has a more normal weight, 4 or 10?

I have no idea,I suppose Esme.

57. Why would 13 be arrested?

For Beating up someone or stealing or underage drinking/smoking.

58. 3, 6, and 11 go to the movies. What happens?

Renee would be watching it,Helena would be bored and Mari would try to enjoy it but would get irritated at the group of people talking to loud and kicking her seat,that she’d promptly get up and tell them off.

59. 13 is trying to escape from a burning building, but sees 1 trapped in the corner. Would they try and save 1?

Yes bad girl or not she’s still not going to leave someone to die.

60. 14 and 8 are exploring an abandoned tomb, when 14 suddenly falls through the floor and barely manages to avoid the spike traps. How would 8 save them?

With her powers,she’s levitate Ashlee back up.

61. Would 2 rather marry 6 or 14?

Probably Ashlee.

62. Does 10 smoke or drink?

:: Nope.

63. The house is about to explode, and 9 can only save 3 or 12. Who do they choose?

Suzanna...Hopefully Renee could get herself out or Thawne could come to her rescue.

64. Would 11 ever deal drugs?

:: No, never.

65. Did 13 graduate high school?

she’s still in school

66. 7 tries cooking a new icky looking dish and invites 4, 9, and 13 to dinner. Who eats the dish? Mandy,she don’t care. Its better then nothing,she’s not as picky as she used to be.

67. Would 3 ever pierce their tongue?

:: No

68. What about 9 annoys 14?

That she’s a God yet she can’t fix The Deadite problem...

69. Does 1 or 5 sleep more?

Roxy

70. Who does 14 like most out of 2, 8, and 12? Who do they like the least? Suzanna,they can relate to each other more,though I feel like Suzanna would be the mother figure,Amara would be the cool big sister and Michelle would be like Ashlee’s twin or BFF.

#oc tag #my ocs #riverdale #stranger things #ash vs evil dead #Nightmare on Elm Street #loki #the flash #the walking dead #wwe #gotham #ahs apocalypse #teen wolf #descendants #harry potter

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slasherhaven · 4 years ago

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Hello, I can’t remember if I requested this or not (if I did ignore this ^-^) but could you write slashers reaction to their s/o being taken or held hostage by an escaped survivor? I need some angst please 🙏🥺😩

The Slashers reacting to their S/O being taken or held hostage:

Thomas Hewitt

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. They had escaped from Hoyt (which means he’s about to get a lot of glares and hostility from Thomas, as well as a lecture from Luda May). You had been in the kitchen when the survivor grabbed you, hoping to use you as a bargaining chip. Unfortunately for them, it only made Thomas angry.

Thomas doesn’t take pleasure in his kills, this is different. For Tommy, killing is a job. If he didn’t have to do it, he wouldn’t. This time it’s different. He still does take pleasure in it exactly but he does defintely think that this person deserves it more than anyone else. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.

Still makes it quick, more worried about you. He just wants to quickly dispose of the person hurting you and get you away from the scene, he doesn’t what you to see all of this. Once he’s took the body into the basement, he washes up and returns to you. Fussing over you and making sure you’re alright and unharmed. He promises to never let anything like that happen again. He holds you extra tight that night.

Michael Myers

Taken by Loomis. This time the doctor had gone too far, using you to get to Michael. Michael had been Loomis’ pet project all his life and you had grown to hate the man from the stories you had heard of him. Michael was furious. You belonged to him, Loomis had no right to be anywhere near you.

Has to prove a point. He will stop at nothing and spare no lives in order to get you back. He wants everyone to know that if they touch what’s his, they will meet the same fate. Nobody was ever going to touch you again.

Shows an uncharacteristic amount of concern. Once he gets you somewhere safe, he’s checking over you for injuries, his touch slowly turning from rough and near panicked to gentle and cautious. He’ll be satisfied with what he sees eventually, he just has to see it for himself no matter how much you reassure him.

Jason Voorhees

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. You had been out in the woods, even though Jason always told you to stay in the cabin when trespassers came around.

Makes quick work of the escaped survivor. He doesn’t want you to see anything more gruesome than you have too, so he makes it as quick and clean as possible before whisking you away from the scene entirely.

Fusses over you. As soon as you get back to the cabin, he is checking you over for injuries. Once he knows that you’re alright, he’ll pull you into a tight embrace.

Brahms Heelshire

Held hostage by an intruder. They had broken into the house with the intention of robbing the place but you had been awake, resulting in them holding you at knifepoint.

Brahms is absolutely furious. As soon as he sees the scene, he’s dealing with it, not caring about how much blood there was. He was protecting you. And if you didn’t already know about him, you did now.

Promises to take care of it. Normally he’s determined to get you to do all the chores around the house. But if you want him to dispose of the body and clean up, he will. Though, you might take the more sensible route of calling the police and being honest about this being self defence.

He’s going to give you lots of hugs and kisses afterwards. He was so scared when he thought he might lose you and, he’s going to be extra clingy for a while.

Bo Sinclair

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. Even if it was his fault they got away, he would find a way to blame someone else. Especially when it puts you in harms way.

See’s red. He can be an angry guy but you’ve never seen him like this. He’ll handle it though, dealing with the victim brutally. Even if he’s using a gun, he’s shooting multiple rounds into them.

Get’s Vincent and Lester to clean up. They can dispose of the body, he’s more focused on you. He’s never going to apologise for being a reason that you got into this mess in the first place. But you know that he knows it because he’s being extra nice to you. Ask him to do something during his time of silent remorse and he will do it with out a snappy comment, which is a miracle.

Vincent Sinclair

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. As soon as he found out about the escapee, he hurries to find you, to make sure you don’t encounter them.

Wants to protect you, both from the survivor and from what he had to do. He knew that he had to get the victim away from you, he had to deal with them, but he doesn’t want you to see him kill somebody if you’re not comfortable with that. So, he’ll make it as quick and clean as possible, getting you away as quick as possible without having you see too much.

Will fret and won’t leave you be for a while. He’s going to fuss over you, even if you’re completely unharmed. But if you are harmed, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied that he’s tended to it as best he can. Work can wait for a while, Bo and Lester can deal with things. He just wants to hold you for a while, after being so afraid that he might lose you.

Lester Sinclair

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. You were just about to head home and let the twins deal with the victims, but one had escaped, grabbing you before you could leave.

Doesn’t have problems with killing this person. Lester doesn’t usually do any of the killing in Ambrose and when he does have to do it, it never sits quite right with him. This is different, he’s protecting you, so he has no problem killing them. He will likely just shoot them, only resorting to his knife if he has no other choice.

Apologises for ever getting you in this mess. He’s so apologetic for being the reason you’re in this town and in this mess...in danger. He’ll relax a little while you reassure him you’re alright and that that isn’t his fault. But he’s taking you home straight away, the twins can deal with all of this, his attention is more on you right now.

Bubba Sawyer

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. One of the brothers let them get away, Bubba would never forgive himself is somebody got away from him and hurt you.

Panicked but determined. He’s absolutely terrified of you getting hurt, making him panic. But your well-being being at risk focuses him all at the same time. He’s quick to deal with your capture and get you away from them.

Lot’s of concern for you. Bubba completely forgets about the survivor once they’re dead, all he cares about is making sure you’re alright. He goes to reach out for you but stops when he remembers the blood on his hands. But you don’t care, pulling him into a hug and thanking him for protecting you. Once he’s holding you, he won’t let go for a while, fussing over you, making sure you’re alright, lot’s of concerned babbling and cooing.

Billy Lenz

Held hostage by an intruder. Somebody broke into the house, a burglary that ended with you being held at knifepoint.

Billy is quick to get to you both. As soon as he sees what is happening, he scrambles to get to you. He catches the intruder by surprise, attacking before they even really notice him. You’ll have to calm him down, his hands will be bloody and shaking, looking at you with wide eyes. He just experienced a lot of adrenaline and panic.

Either take your chances with the police or help him dispose of the body. Sure, it’s technically self defence, this person broke into your home, but there is definite overkill that law enforcement might question. Still, the adrenaline rush and panic might be enough of an explanation for them.

Both of you need some love afterwards. Of course you had been scared, and he had been terrified of losing you. So, plenty of cuddles and reassurance is in order.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. He’s ashamed of accidently letting a victim escape, he’ll need to be more thorough in the future. He’s even more ashamed that they got to you and were able to put you in harms way.

Takes you and the survivor by surprise. He wants them to be off guard, to think that nobody is coming, before striking. They’re subdued quickly and smoothly by Asa. He is then turning his attention to you, making sure you’re unharmed and alright, wiping any tears, before taking the victim somewhere secure.

Oh, they are definitely doing to suffer for this. If they thought they had it bad before, they’re going to be in hell once Asa returns to deal with them.

Is extra nice to you afterwards. He knows that this was his fault, that you being at the hotel with him had put him in danger. He’s gentler, softer, sweeter. You notice it but don’t comment. You wouldn’t want him to stop.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Taken by an enemy. Jesse had lots of enemies, all wanting to get to him in some way. And one of them decided that the best way to hurt him was to hurt you.

Goes to extremes to track you down. He will do whatever it takes to get you back, go wherever he needs too, and go through whoever gets in his way.

Will make them suffer. They don’t get a quick death, Jesse will make sure that they suffer for what they did. Even if they never managed to hurt you, they took you, they had the intention, and that’s already crossing too many lines for Jesse.

You are going to be treated very well, even more than normal, for a while. First, he makes sure you’re alright and gets you whatever help you might need. When he gets you home, he’s upping security and making sure you’re safe and sound. If you want something, just ask, he’s getting it for you. He’s also staying home for a while, both for security and because he was genuinely worried about losing you.

Otis Driftwood

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. One of the victims had escaped from the basement, taking you hostage when they found you upstairs. Otis was seriously pissed when he saw the sight.

They’re going to pay for ever touching you. There is no way of calming him down. He is going to torture them for as long as he can before they eventually die. Even then, he’ll be furious that they dared lay a hand on you.

Once you offer some affection, he’s quick to accept. He’s still fuming but he wants to check on you. So, he’s ranting as he makes you’re alright. As soon as you try to calm him down, assuring him that you’re alright, and telling him to just be with you for a moment, he’ll give into you.

Baby Firefly

Held hostage by an escaped survivor. They had gotten out of the basement and ran right into you. Recognising you as part of the family, they took you hostage, trying to bargain their way to freedom.

Going to make them suffer. There is no way Baby is going to let that happen. She’s quick to attack them and get them away from you, wounding them but not killing them. She’d be taking them down to the basement to punish accordingly.

You deserve lots of cuddles when she’s done. Once she’s made sure you’re alright and has let out her anger on the victim, who is now dead, she will return to you for the night. She understands that you might be shaken or just need her to be with you for a moment and she is more than happy to provide that.

Yautja (Predator)

Taken by an enemy. He doesn’t have many enemies but there would always be something that comes up. They had taken you to get to him.

His search will be ruthless. He would search to the ends of the universe for you, ripping through galaxies if that’s what it takes. Nothing is more important to him than his mission, finding you and bringing you home safe.

There is no way he’s letting your capture live. He will kill the mercilessly, sending a message to anyone else who even thinks about laying a hand on you. If anyone hears about the extremes he would go through for you, they’d be smart to stay away.

He’s apologetic. No worries, nobody is ever going to hurt you again. That’s a promise. But he is apologetic for being the reason you might have gotten hurt. He’ll do whatever he can to make it up to you.

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mittensmorgul · 6 years ago

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8.01, We Need To Talk About Kevin.

and

8.02, What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

Dean's back from his vacation to Purgatory, again completely not processing Cas's decision to stay there. Much the same way Cas had refused to engage with his own guilt in the latter part of s7, Dean is now playing the same game with his own guilt and grief, battling feelings of worthlessness at not having been able to "save" Cas.

And like at the beginning of s7, he's once again lost Cas to Purgatory.

DEAN: Yeah, Cas didn't make it. SAM: What exactly does that mean? DEAN: Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go. SAM: So Cas is dead? You saw him die? DEAN: I saw enough. SAM: So, then what, you're not sure? DEAN: [turning back to SAM] I said I saw enough, Sam.

And here we have Dean refusing to face what happened...

Meanwhile we also learn how Sam has effectively been running away from his entire life again.

DEAN: I wasn't dead. [He stands up and walks around SAM.] In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do. SAM: Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one – no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I-I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I-I fixed up the Impala, and I just... drove. DEAN: After you looked for me. [SAM says nothing.] Did you look for me, Sam? [SAM looks away.] Good. That's good. Now, we – we... always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy? SAM: Look, I'm still the same guy, Dean. DEAN: Well, bully for you. I'm not.

And here we have the upcoming character conflict that will power us through all the rest of s8 (and s9, and s10... and through a good bit of s11) (welcome to Marshmallow Era).

(CROWLEY: Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow?)

DEAN: Nothing. Is that, uh, that how you rationalized taking a year off? People will be okay? SAM: People were okay, Dean. You're okay. DEAN: Wow. SAM: Look, I did what we promised we'd do. I moved on. I lived my life. DEAN: Yeah, no, I'm getting that. SAM: Look, it wasn't like I was... just oblivious. I mean, I read the paper every day. I saw the weird stories… [He sits down on the other bed facing DEAN] …the kind of stuff we used to chase. DEAN: And you said what? "Not my problem"? SAM: Yes. And you know what? The world went on. DEAN: People died, Sam. SAM: People will always die, Dean. Or maybe another hunter took care of it. I don't know, but the point is, for the first time, I realized that it wasn't only up to me to stop it.

Because this is what Sam has always tried to run away from. Only this time, Kevin was the fallout of it. I hate, hate, hate this. But heck, it does provide the drama for a good long time to come... fueling Sam's "penance" and self-sacrifice. Except it's coming from this deeply toxic place that Cas's came from in staying in Purgatory, and that Dean's will come from in taking on the Mark of Cain.

DEAN: Okay, if this kid is right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombshell. [SAM looks away.] What? SAM: That. I mean, there's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there? DEAN: Well, he's doing pretty well for himself so far. SAM: Yeah, he got out. DEAN: And now he's in it... whether he likes it or not. SAM: So...free will, that's only for you?

Aaaaahhahhhahhahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa >.>

Dear Sam: no. Dean's literally never had free will of his own. He literally gave it up the moment John put you in his arms and told him to run outside as fast as he could and not look back. Or... probably longer. Especially considering they're Chuck's favorite characters...

Does Dean like ANY of this? I mean, he's long ago accepted he's good at it. He's long ago accepted he's not really suited to any other sort of life. And he's long ago accepted that he's the kind of person who just can't sit by knowing that the bad stuff is still happening in the world, when there's a chance he might be able to stop it. He knows he can't just... know about it all, and just assume someone else will fix it, that it's not his problem anymore. Meanwhile, Sam believes (and has ALWAYS believed) that he absolutely could...

And all of this interpersonal crap continues into...

8.03, Heartache.

DEAN: All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?

DEAN: I don't know about you, but this last year has given me a new perspective. SAM: I hear you. Believe me. DEAN: I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you. SAM: Makes sense. DEAN: Yes, it does. SAM: Or... maybe you don't need me. I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody. DEAN: Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff. SAM: Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you. I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean, I want my time to count for something. DEAN: So, what we do doesn't count?

WELL THIS IS A MIXED BAG HERE IN CONTEXT, But in the larger context of the ongoing story, and where we know they go over the next 7 years, this... is tentatively a step in the right direction, despite it coming from a really fucked up toxic source here in the context of this episode.

Sam's spot on with the realization that they both might want different things, but right now Dean's just grateful enough to be alive and back in the real world to even think about what he might WANT, other than to return to the relatively normalcy he'd lost while in Purgatory. And for him, that's hunting on the road with Sam. The dude is NOT asking for a lot here, Sam.

Plus, Dean's already tried Sam's way, of living a normal life and pretending nothing bad exists in the world, and he HATED it, couldn't do it, and wouldn't chose that for himself again. He can't even begin to understand how Sam could pretend the vast majority of his life just didn't happen and go play house with someone as if he was a person (and not a hunter, to use Bobby's harsh metaphor from 7.09).

So therein lies their disconnect. And Sam isn't pushing this agenda just because he sees them havving their own lives, their own goals and interests, as a HEALTHY thing. No, Sam's still choosing that as a reaction, as "running away" from his life. They're nowhere CLOSE to figuring out how to balance their individual wants and needs and desires. They're still on the "all in or all out" mindset of extremes. Which drives so much of their interpersonal drama for the next few years...

DEAN: Wow. Back in business. Got the win. Admit it – feels good, huh? You know, I was thinking about what Randa said about, uh, you know, what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do. SAM: I know. I know you do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did. DEAN: Come on, Sam, don't ruin my buzz, would you? SAM: Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that. DEAN: No, you don't. SAM: Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that.

This is Dean's idea of "normal." He understands this life. And Sam feels even more like it's something he's been dragged into against his will over and over again.

What he had was an illusion. I mean, it actually all did happen, but he sees it in this weird idealistic way in his memories, with too-bright lighting, the cinematic equivalent of rose colored glasses. Which we get to see from an outsider's perspective in...

8.04, Bitten.

The couple leaves and MICHAEL or BRIAN’s camera zooms in on SAM and DEAN.

SAM: All right. There is not a case here. DEAN: There is a case here. You're rusty. We just got to dig a little deeper. Come on. DEAN walks towards the IMPALA and after a moment SAM follows him. BRIAN: Dude, it's so crazy. MICHAEL: Is it just me or are you getting a workplace-romance vibe from those two?

>.>

I mean, Dean's right, Sam's rusty, but at least a little of it is the same thing he expressed in 8.03. He doesn't want to "waste time" on these minor cases when they still have the True Mission of finding Kevin, translating the demon tablet, and slamming the gates of Hell forever... which... yiiiikes.

Reminder to anyone who hasn't read everything I've ever written about s8 before, but I still see this as the one time the Winchesters ALMOST pulled something just as horrific as Cas letting all the souls out of Purgatory, but slammed on the brakes at the last second and saving things. Unfortunately Cas was manipulated (again!) by Metatron into doing the same thing to Heaven and dumping the angels onto the Earth. I mean... thank heck Dean didn't let Sam go through with THAT particular act of hubris, right? Because they really were in the wrong trying to mess with the natural order that badly in the first place. And honestly, EVERYTHING they did after that point was cleaning up the messes they ALL made here... including the Mark of Cain and the Darkness... they stumbled into those things from a place of guilt over all this other nonsense... and they're just now FINALLY getting back to the root cause of all of it in 14.20...

but back to this episode... or these four episodes I guess...

MICHAEL: The FBI is trying to kill me. KATE: Shut up! Everybody, shut up, okay? First things first, those guys – those guys aren't FBI, all right? I'm pretty sure that FBI agents don't say "awesome" that much. You know? And – and they definitely don't hunt and kill college kids. MICHAEL: Did – did they say anything else? BRIAN: Dude, they just sat and talked about how they have been apart for a year. You were probably right about that whole office-romance thing. MICHAEL: I'm screwed. I'm screwed. BRIAN: Kate, come on. What are we supposed to do? KATE: Okay, you know what? You guys, you're missing the big picture, okay? They – they don't know about you, Michael. They're looking for whoever, whatever bit you in the first place, the pureblood. That... that gives us some time... to figure it out, you know?

Even random strangers pick up on the creepy codependency vibes.

KATE: I didn't finish Brian's movie to justify what happened. To be totally honest, I'm not really even sure if I understand it at all. I just wanted you to know that – that Michael wasn't always a monster. None of us were. I'm leaving. And you'll never hear from me ever again. Look, I know that there's another way. I can eat animal hearts. [A tear rolls down her face.] I've never hurt anyone. Nobody human, anyway. I didn't choose this. Please... please give me a chance.

Which...

SAM: Look, Kate's right. She hasn't hurt anybody – well, anybody human at least. DEAN: Yeah, she didn't – she didn't choose this. Let's give her a shot. SAM: Seriously? DEAN: Yeah, yeah. SAM: And, look, if Kate pops back up, I mean, if she strays, then no questions asked. [He unplugs the hard drive and laptop on the desk and picks them up.] We do what we got to do and, um, we take her down.

Which is a very different result from such past episodes as 7.03 and 7.13. And hey, progress... At this point in the narrative, every little step into the grey area, away from the absolutes that still rule their lives, counts.

#spn 8.01 #spn 8.02 #spn 8.03 #spn 8.04 #s14 hellatus rewatch #it's spirals all the way down #spiders georg of the tnt loop #welcome back to the codependency arc... >.>#winchester family dynamics #sam sympathizes and dean empathizes #sam vs reality #that's what free will is #breaking the codependency #the scheherazade of supernatural

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thedeviltohisangel · 6 years ago

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The Light In Me//13//The Butterflies Inside Your Stomach

Snapshots of each of the Langdon children.

inspired by a conversation with @sweetlangdon many moons ago!

masterlist in bio!

send any requests for these two my way!

Isaac Alexander Langdon

Michael was barely listening as he strolled around the Sanctuary with members of the Cooperative’s security team. Ae time dragged on, outsiders were becoming more and more bold with their attempts to break down the defense of the Sanctuary. Security was one of the most important things for a leader to provide to his people. Michael intended to continue doing so.

“Last week we took out that entire band of cannibals. They had absorbed too much radiation to even be brought past the perimeter gate.” The voices of his colleagues were muffled by the gas masks. Only the air within the gates was pure enough for human consumption. Michael had long ago dropped the pretense that he needed to wear a mask. He wandered and breathed as he pleased.

“Do we have plenty of scouts? Are their vantage points high enough?” Michael had never prepared himself for ruling all these little details when he was planning his new world. He had just brushed it all aside and vowed to just kill anyone that crossed a certain threshold. He thinks, or knows, that it was Penelope and Helena that him now focused on safety. They were the lights of his life and he would do absolutely anything to protect them. Both of them had each been taken away from him at some point. A circumstance he never wished to repeat.

“Yes, sir, they can spot our targets miles and miles away. They’ve been extremely effective.”

“That’s-” Michael paused when he heard the sound of a baby wailing. A few years ago he would have been confused by the sound and thought it was an animal. Being a father had taught him many things. And that was the sound of a child.

He picked up the pace as he walked towards the cry and was suddenly overcome with the notion of how he would handle looking at an ill child. An innocent life. A pure soul. Surely not someone he had meant to harm during his creation of the new world.

“Has someone abandoned a child at our doorstep?” The confused murmur was of no concern to Michael has he bent in front of the wicker basket. A bundle of ripped cloth was peeled away to reveal a squirming newborn.

“My gosh. The child can’t be more than a couple months old!”

“Can you scan him for radiation?” The group quieted at Michael’s question. “Is there a problem?”

“My Lord, it is not safe to bring him into the Sanctuary. Nevermind the potential radiation, he is a child born post-cleanse out in the elements. We do not know what will become of him as he ages.”

“That will be for me to worry about.” In an odd way, Michael saw himself in the little baby’s eyes. He was abandoned. Left behind to survive by himself without really knowing how. The decisions had all been made for him. He had no say. “I will take him into my home for a final assessment.” Michael gathered the baby into the crook of his arm, holding him tight against his chest the way Helena had liked when she was little, and cooed to him gently. He was letting him know that everything would be alright. He was safe now.

Penelope looked towards the door with a smile when she heard it shut. Her husband had been gone all day and she had missed him terribly. When it was just them and their daughter, it was easy to forget that he had the entirety of the Sanctuary to look after. Their family cocooned themselves so nicely and she wished it could be as such every moment of the day.

“Penelope? Are you in the living room?”

“Yes, my love, anxiously awaiting your presence.”

“Well, I have a sort of surprise for you.” He walked towards the fireplace where his wife sat and the baby in his arms came into view.

“Oh gosh! A little one!” Penelope smiled brighter than the sun as she pulled the child from Michael’s arms and wrapped him in her own. “Where did you get this precious little thing?” She was thinking that he perhaps may have been a new, motherless addition to the nursery or the son of a high-ranking Cooperative officer and Michael had brought him to visit and quell her baby fever.

“He was left abandoned by the front gate. Found him on our walk this morning.” He watched her frown and tap the baby’s nose with her finger.

“That is such a shame. I’m sure his mother believed she was doing what was best for him.” Penelope had been separated from Helena only once in her life and it had almost caused her ruin. She could never imagine willingly having to go through that but also could imagine all the different possibilities that might have led to the child being left at the Sanctuary entrance. “Is he to spend the night? Go to the nursery in the morning?” The idea thrilled her. She had been trying to find the right time to ask Michael about having another baby. He had just been so busy that it hadn’t yet come up.

“It was odd but out there by the gate, I felt a connection to him. I saw myself in him. An abandoned little boy. Something inside me is saying that I belong to him. That I was meant to find him. That he’s not meant to be put in the nursery but to live with us here. As our son.” His wife smiled ever so softly as she stepped as close to Michael as she could with the baby in her arms.

“Michael Langdon that is the most wonderful, sweetest thing I may have ever heard.” She puckered her lips and he obliged her with a kiss.

“What do you think? Do we have room in our home and our hearts for this little one?” Penelope kissed the forehead of the child and breathed in his distinct newborn smell with a smile.

“There is no calling I’d rather answer than the one of being his mother.”

Ophelia Evangeline Langdon

“Mommy can I help?” Penelope looked at her daughter, who was a mere silhouette against the backdrop of the sun, and held her hand out to her.

“Of course, my pumpkin.” Helena was in school and Isaac had joined a group of boys who were going to play a game on one of the fields. It had left Penelope with the whole day to spend with Ophelia.

The youngest Langdon was conceived only a year after Isaac had been adopted into their home. Penelope loved being a mother to Isaac, he was her son and no one would ever be able to convince her otherwise, but after indulging in a sip too much of wine one night she had alerted Michael that her womb felt a little empty. Promptly, the problem had been solved right there on the table.

She took after Penelope in more ways than even Helena had. While the eldest Langdon showed some abilities that also showed themself in Michael, Ophelia had nothing but light and warmth within her. She was almost better with the garden than her own mother.

“How, mama?” Penelope sat up straighter and beckoned for her daughter to sit in front of her.

“We are weeding. These are bad plants,” she plucked one and handed it to her daughter, “it steals the sunlight and water from the other plants and then they die.” Penelope thinks there might be many useful lessons in a discussion on weeds with her daughter.

“This looks like one!” she extended one chubby finger towards what indeed was a weed.

“It is! Go ahead and pull it...make sure you get the roots so it can never grow back.” Ophelia grunted with effort but yanked the weed and its roots cleanly from the soil. “Perfect, my love!” Penelope nestled a kiss against her cheek, her daughter squealing with delight at both her mother’s affection and the joy of saving the plants.

“Let’s do more, Mommy!”

Fiona Vivienne Langdon & Freya Rose Langdon

When Michael heard that he was to be a father to twins, he cackled with the irony. Had lost his breath from doubling over in hysterics that his mother’s curse was going to be his blessing. He even found it fitting to name one after his late mother. But also he had done so at the urging of his wife. Penelope had witnessed a particularly violent outburst by Michael in the throne room one day and it had scared her to her core. Sometimes she forgot the true nature of her husband and it was startling to be reminded of it by his actions. She had begged Michael to find a way to make peace with his past. Find a way to heal and move forward as a loving father and husband first, ruler of the world second.

The birth of the twins had been the perfect occasion for that. He had first been nervous that Penelope would suffer the same fate as his biological mother and when she came out stronger than she had gone in, he figured it was a sign from his father that he was being gifted a clean slate. The chance to rewrite his own childhood. Of course he had already begun to do so with his three older children but having twins was too uncanny to not view differently.

Funnily enough, the twins did not seem to possess any powers the way their parents or biological siblings did. No spoons randomly levitated at breakfast, no baby disappeared in thin air from their high chair and no animals came to the window answering their calls. They seemed to be normal, human children.

It worried Michael and Penelope that something had gone wrong for their powers and abilities to not be passed on in the same manner they previously had been but they found they should have been careful with what they wished for.

What the twins lacked in magical ability, they made up for in beauty. Every person who met them was stunned in silence over the grace of Fiona and Freya. It brought men and women to their knees. Made the most powerful of people tremble. They could get anyone to do anything they want.

It had scared Michael at first. This was a sort of power and it was one they absolutely had no control over. One they could never have control over because it was entirely reliant on the reactions of those around them. It cause a constant debate within him if he should keep them sheltered away to protect them. Penelope talked him out of such nonsense quickly. They were meant to be wild and free. Michael didn’t want to think that she was referencing herself on some level. Taken from the open air by him

It seems the twins were born at the right time in both their lives to fix the wrongs of the past and set new paths forward.

James Benjamin Langdon

Michael’s first biological son was born in a ball of fire. He was the hardest baby for Penelope to birthe and it had worried him, even more so than when Helena arrived, that he might lose her.

The reasoning was revealed when his father visited him later that night. It had been many moons since Michael had spoken to his father, his mission complete and his focus on being a father and a husband rather than a son. He was rocking James after having woken up himself when a shadow loomed on the wall and a voice slithered inside his head.

“He is your rightful heir. Take care of him. He will have the throne of the world.” It had horrified Michael. He looked down at his sleeping son, incredibly at peace and unaware of what was apparently waiting for him.

“I promise I will never abandon you,” he whispered against his son’s forehead.

When he lied in bed with Penelope the next night he told her of the visit he had gotten from his father. Of the news he had passed on.

“There has to be a way to balance the forces within him. To have him capable of leading the Sanctuary but without granting any power to the darkness.” She hadn’t been able to help Michael resist his urges as a child but she would be damned if the same fate befell one of her most precious creations.

Oliver Finn Langdon

Penelope had made many friends throughout her time as Queen of the Sanctuary. She got together with many fellow mothers and had taken the time to start a farmer’s market and school for the children to attend. Her closest companion was a woman by the name of Ariana. She was relatively new to the Sanctuary, having been brought from an overseas Outpost, and was very small and very shy. Penelope had taken her under her wing instantly. The goddess within her had sense her purity of soul and her loneliness.

She bonded with her children just as quickly, helping Penelope keep all six of them in line and on task. She helped tend to the garden and groom the horses and milk the cows. It was on one of these busy days that she confided in Penelope her biggest secret.

“Before I was brought to the Sanctuary, I fell pregnant.”

“Oh, Ari that is such wonderful news! How far along are you?”

“I haven’t built up the nerve to visit the doctors here yet. I wanted to get a lay of the land before trusting any of the people here.”

“I will go with you if that helps any. The precious being within you is probably perfectly strong and healthy though it can’t hurt to hear that from another source as well.” Penelope had been correct. The baby within her friend was perfectly strong and healthy. It was Ariana that hadn’t been. The birth of her son was her end. She held the child for a few moments as the doctors tried to stop the bleeding but it was no use. Penelope had watched the life drain from her friend’s eyes and had been powerless to do anything.

When she walked into her home with the child that night, Michael knew what must have happened to Ariana.

“My sweet darling,” he cooed as he rushed to embrace her. He pressed as close to her as he could with the baby cradled in her arms. She was trembling slightly from the exhaustion and sadness of the day.

“Michael...the baby…” She couldn’t find the right words to say to him. To ask him to welcome this little boy into their home and raise him as their own.Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Michael and her were bound at the soul which meant he knew what she needed before she even did.

“He will be raised as our son,” he murmured as he stroked his hand over the child’s hair. Penelope nodded her thanks to him tearfully before sagging against his chest and succumbing to the day.

Grace Ella Langdon

Grace was the Langdon child most interested in her parents magical roots. Though Michael and Penelope had eradicated the New Orleans coven long ago, witches and other magic users still resided throughout the new world. Michael took them out when he could as he never could trust a witch. He also knew the power of combined forces and wanted to make sure the splintered groups never joined together to make a whole.

His eighth child came from one of these splintered groups that he slaughtered. He couldn’t find it even within himself to harm a child. She was a mere babbling baby when he and his raiders enacted their mission to destroy the group. Michael knew she possessed power the moment he touch her little hand. Knew that he had vowed to destroy all witches. But he couldn’t destroy such a perfect little angel.

“My Lord, if you place the child-”

“No. This one is not to die. I will return home with her.” The little baby was clearly a survivor. The type of soul that was resilient and strong. The type of soul that would fit perfectly into his family.

Everly Violet Langdon

“Has she disappeared again?” Michael had come down from getting dressed for his day to see all his children peacefully eating their breakfast at the table but his wife was nowhere to be found.

“I thought she was just letting the dog out and then…” Michael grasped Penelope’s hand as she sighed deeply. “Maybe she is not meant to be in our family. Maybe I should stop trying so my heart stops breaking.” The toddler had been orphaned when a disease struck the newest members of the Sanctuary a little while back. All those that had been sick had since been eradicated but it had left a little wildling without parents.

“She is a little lost, my love. If the fields and forest help her feel whole, then I am sure we can learn to love her whilst she is in them.”

“She probably misses her parents. Her real family. Maybe I imagined my connection with her.” Michael reached down and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“I don’t think you did, my love. I think you are exactly the figure she needs to be her mother in life. To help her remember and love her old family while learning to fit in her new one.” He sensed that his wife was not going to leave her spot in the meadow until the wildling returned from wherever she had run off to. He figured his work could be put on hold for the day. His family needed him.

So they sat there until the sky began to dim with the setting of the sun, her acceptance of defeat on the tip of her tongue when a figure broke through the tree line. Penelope stood up slowly and watched as the girl approached her.

“I’m sorry for leaving,” the wildling whispered as she reached her.

“It is quite alright, little one. Would you like to come inside for some supper?”

“Please.” Penelope reached out her hand the little girl grasped onto it quickly. The girl reach her other hand out to Michael as a sign for him to take it and join them on their walk back to the castle for dinner. He held her hand gently and smiled as she led the way back to their home. Their family.

Charlie Henry Langdon

“He’s quite the little rascal, isn’t he?” Michael mused as Penelope snuggled against his chest. They were sat by the fire at a time of night where it was black outside and not a sound could be heard. The latest orphan from the Sanctuary, Charlie, was much too full of life to go to sleep. Penelope couldn’t deny him a thing. She couldn’t for any of her children.

“He’s oddly like you, my love. Doesn’t much like pants.” She smiled as she watched the little boy run naked in circles. It was so comforting to have a little one back in their household. It brought a levity to the bustling castle. When one child was crying over their parents being unfair or another upset the outdoor game day had been cancelled for rain, Charlie was always just happy to be with the people he was growing to love. He was the first successfully birthed synthetic child for Michael and the scientists at the Sanctuary. They had worked tirelessly to produce synthetic sperm and eggs, wombs having come along awhile ago, and Charlie had been the result. It was only right he join the Langdon family. Michael said he felt like his son anyways.

“Do you ever wonder what the future holds?” he whispered as his eyes got lost in the fire.

“I think it holds us, our children...watching them grow and having ten more.” She was smiling but Michael knew it wasn’t teasing or a joke.

“I wish to use our immortality for the most passionate of lovemaking and you wish to use it for the product of such activity. What a wonderful pair we make.” Now her smile turned silly as she leaned in to kiss his lips softly.

“I love you, Michael Langdon. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful life.”

“I love you, Penelope Langdon. Thank you for letting me live it with you.”

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noramoya · 6 years ago

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June 13, 2005

“ THE VEREDICT OF MICHAEL JACKSON”

By David Walsh - June 15, 2005 -

“Michael Jackson's acquittal for sexual harassment to minors and related charges is completely welcome. Whether it is a sign of change of popular feelings or a more isolated episode, the decision of the jury of Santa Maria, California, to judge the singer NOT GUILTY of TEN CRIMES andFOUR MISDEMEANORS is appropriate, both from the legal and human points of view . In Contemporary America, unfortunately, rational and civil conclusions to these sordid episodes are far too infrequent.

In objective terms, the decision of the jury to acquit Jackson represent a pungent reprimand to the vengeful accusation LED by the District Attorney Of Santa Barbara, Thomas Sneddon, and supported by an ultra-right-attack-dogs. The verdict that rejects even the minors allegations, if the eight women and four men of the Jury were fully aware of the fact or not, it represents an indictment for the fraudulent and malicious character of the prosecution thesis. The Jury’s decision came in front of decisions by Judge Rodney Melville, who favored the District Attorney.

Jackson's acquittal also arises as an indictment of the dishonest role done by the American Mass Media, which have legitimized and tried to support the cause against the singer. The verdict stunned many media experts, who have done everything in their power to stigmatise and demonize Jackson in the last 18 months.

In the period immediately following the reading of the verdict, before the anchors-TV and the assorted pundits had the opportunity to bring their stories back directly, a number of television journalists admitted what none of them had admitted publicly before-that not There's never been a serious case against Jackson. However, the media approach quickly moved and tried to denigrate the meaning of the verdict, stressing the reserves of some jury members for Jackson's past behavior.

Even in this case, media managers and experts reveal their ignorance and instinctive hostility to elementary democratic principles. If the members of the jury have expressed reservations about Jackson's behavior or suspicions of bad conduct past, they did what they had to do: they listened to the evidence, discussed it between them and established that the accusation had not shown his case at Beyond Any Reasonable Doubt. It was this stubborn adherence to legal standards and democratic principles, including the presumption of innocence, which so irritated the legal institution and the models (of) Media, which have long discarded such membership.

Even if jackson had been guilty of sexual harassment, he would not have deserved the wild treatment received by the hand of the state and mass No humiliation is too big, no one debased is too complete for these forces.

Jackson appeared exhausted and on the brink of collapse for the end of the process, in the brutality of a Sneddon you see, in a microcosm, the character of the American Executive Class: ignorant, unconscious, tightened, who pursues without end anyone and anything that hints of opposition or "counterculture".

Why was Michael Jackson really under trial? Because his lifestyle is different, even bizarre, because he is perceived as gay, because he is black. In the paranoid, pornographic vision of the extreme right, whose perverse mental life deserves to be analyzed by a Freud, Jackson represents a provocation and a threat to "American values".

For Mainstream-media in the United States, a Jackson's process was a manna from heaven. Incapable and reluctant to present the truth about everything that matters, the mass media instinctively gravitate towards anything that corrupt the social environment. With the precipitating support of the Iraq war, as well as the national policies of George w. Bush, efforts to divert the attention of the population from the burning themes of the day becomes increasingly hectic.

The general reaction of the media to the verdict Jackson was mischievous, if not defamatory. A guest interviewed by fox news by Shepard Smith calls Jackson " the plastic monster " and claimed that " we need intelligence tests for the jurors." numerous commentators have equally asked sneddon, defender Thomas Mesereau and jurors Assorted If they don't believe a child molester has been released. Not only have they thrown out the window the presumption of innocence the window, but an acquittal unanimously adopted by a jury means nothing for these elements.

Nancy Grace, the former prosecutor, who poured, every night, out reactionary poison on CNN, barely contained herself on the Jackson verdict. Grace, who has declared her believe in Jackson's guilt for months, started her program: "It's clean square in a California Court Jury, Michael Jackson issued a verdict that stunned the nation: NOT GUILTY ON ALL FRONTS ! It was a 13-year-old boy, Hispanic who brought Michael Jackson to court. And tonight, he's not guilty,because of his celebrity" Grace has been inciting a Jury member, Paul Rodriguez, defiantly asking at some point: “What do you think would have been necessary to convince the Jury that Jackson molested this guy?"

...”Debra Opri, a lawyer for Jackson's parents, finally put Nancy Grace in her place, saying : “Well, this is the bitter pill you're trying to swallow, Nancy. This is reality, not the reality you created for the last year... Michael Jackson is NOT GUILTY. Let him live his life in peace and stop trying to try the case again, ‘cause that's what you're doing !"

As noticed above, the media seized comments from a juror in particular, Raymond Hultman, in the sense that even if there weren't enough evidence to condemn Jackson of the crime he was accused of, the singer had probably acted improperly with underage boys in the past .

This exchange between the co-Conductor Katie Couric of nbc''s today show and mesereau was:

Couric: some jurors are saying that this is a verdict of guilt, not a verdict of innocence. A Juror said he believes Michael Jackson molested other children, not just this. So is this the claim that Michael Jackson's supporters think it is?

Mesereau: Yes, it is. Macaulay Culkin came and testified that he was never touched. Mr.. Robinson testified that he was never touched. Mr.. Barnes testified he was never touched. I mean, they tried to promote Michael Jackson's behavior theories that collapsed just because they weren't true.

Couric: but does it seem troubling to you,

Mesereau: I think it's total rematch.

Couric: find troubling, though, Mr. Mesereau, that a juror is saying: "I think Michael Jackson molested children or molested children first"?

Mesereau: No. I don't find it worrying because we won the cause, and we should have won the case He is innocent.

Polls record that a majority continues to believe in Jackson's guilt. But where does the audience get the information from? As Defender Barry Scheck Annotated on the today show, the audience saw the process through the prism of the media, while the jury saw it directly.

The elaborate conspiracy charged by Sneddon, that Jackson kidnapped the family of his alleged victim and plotted to send them to Brazil, was proven to be absurd. Mesereau had no difficulty showing that the family had gone shopping during their alleged captivity, including the body's waxing for the mother of the then 13-Year-old boy and orthodontics works for the second daughter and his brother. Testimony indicated that the family was "escaped" and returned to Jackson's Neverland ranch for three times, once in a rolls-Royce, but did not ask for help.

Defense presented test elements, not disproved by the accusation, that the boy's mother had received a $ 152.000 liquidation from JC Penney after he accused the security guards of having her groping, when, in fact, the damage is Been caused by violent husband. Mesereau was able to portray the woman as an artist of the scam who had a story of attempts to extort money from celebrities for the son affected by cancer.

Jury members declared the press after the process that the boy's mother had a very unfavourable impression on them. During his testimony, the woman claimed that "Killer" threatened her during her alleged captivity and planned to take her children away in a balloon.

In some cases, the prosecution's moves exploded their front. Called By Sneddon, as a witness, Debbie Rowe, Jackson's ex-wife, turned out to be very favorable to the In his opening statement the district attorney promised the jurors that rowe would testify that a video recorded praising Jackson had been under pressure and that his appearance was completely written. When she appeared, The Rowe, who is engaged in a custody battle with Jackson, disowned this version of the facts and called the pop singer "my friend".

The prosecution presented several former Neverland collaborators on the witness bench who claimed that Jackson had tested a number of boys in the early 1990. S. Most of these witnesses had either sued or sold Jackson stories and, as Pointed out mesereau at couric, the guys who testified denied any impropriety.

The jurors who spoke to the media explained that the prosecution had never done simply a case. One of the jurors, a middle-aged mother, told the press, " the evidence said everything. We had a closet full of evidence that gave us back the same thing, that there weren't enough " to condemn. " things don't come back," he said.

In a statement that they had read to the judge in court, the jury of eight women and four men explained, " we the jury feel the weight of the eyes of the We have studied the testimonies, the tests, the rules and the procedures. We confidently come to our verdict. "

The jurors explained that while the process proceeded, they began to think less about Jackson as a celebrity. "even if he is a superstar, he is a human being", he explained a female juror. " to see it in the whole process, is a normal person. He made it real to my eyes. "

Rodriguez told abc good morning America that Jackson thanked them. " he looked towards us. In fact, I had a visual contact with him, while the last part of the verdict was read and made just a grimace said pretty openly, 'thank you' ".

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