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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year

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Nightshade Chapter 6 Sneak Peek

Chapter 6 will be posted on Saturday!

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"Lena," Simone said with a taut smile. Her eyes were wider than usual as they fixated on the black jacket, Jake's jacket, that hugged my shoulders and encased me in the smokey and woodsy scent. "I didn't know you were in Cape Cod."

I smiled, somewhat gladdened that Jake hadn't told her. "Yeah, it was a last-minute trip."

She hummed, her eyes shifting to Jake, whose face had drained of his usual charismatic glow and was now replaced with a nervous look that made his whole face seem tight and tense. "So this is what you got up to last night."

"Simone," Jake started with a sigh as she sat beside him.

"It's fine," she answered with a broader smile that didn't even try to reach her eyes. "I'm sure it was something significant that kept you from coming home last night."

Tilting my head to the side, I shrugged. "That's on me, actually. My bike broke down by the beach, and Jake happened to see me. He offered to help, which took much longer than it should have."

Her eyes practically drank up the lie as she pursed her lips. "Sounds like you were fortunate Jake was around."

"I was," I answered, looking back over at Jake. He knew the truth, and that was what mattered, so I shoved down the part of me that worried that truth would be exposed to Simone's all too eager ears the second I left them alone.

Jake watched Simone closely as she ordered, his forehead creasing when she'd gotten a beer over coffee or water. He could tell something was off with her, and though it was pretty obvious even to me, Jake seemed to pick up on it more than I could just from the small things she said and did. My stomach churned uncomfortably at the sight of them. Was this what it had looked like to everyone else? I wondered, darker memories simmering just below the surface. Was it this obvious that something was wrong between us?

"So, what brings you to the Cape?" Simone asked as she settled into her seat beside Jake.

"It's a personal matter," I answered without hesitation and without apology. "Not really something I'd feel comfortable burdening a coworker with." The message was clear. Move on.

She looked far too smug about the response as she nodded. "I understand personal matters can be quite difficult to navigate. But we're always available should you need someone to help you find your way around. Jake and I grew up here, after all."

I smiled, trying my best not to laugh at her apparent scramble to find a foothold that would tether me to her and force me to rely on her as Jake and so many others at 22West did. "I'm not staying, but thanks for the offer."

Jake watched her as she took a long drink of her beer, worry solidifying on his features. "You're leaving so soon?"

"Oh, I've been here for days," I answered.

"Really? Where have you been staying?" Jake nudged her slightly, an apparent attempt to dissuade her from pressing questions, one that failed as she giggled softly. "Sorry, it's just I know how difficult finding a decent hotel can be around here. I wouldn't want you to have trouble sleeping because the bed is too lumpy or the place reeks of dead fish.

"That's very thoughtful. You don't have to worry, though," I adjusted the jacket on my shoulders, "I slept just fine."

How her face dropped for a moment told me everything I needed to know about her and Jake's relationship. If I wasn't sure before, I was now. Not only was Simone like my mother she was like him too. A cold spike of rage coursed through my veins as I looked over at Jake's timid and almost childlike behavior before meeting her eyes again. This time I let my polite mask drop. This time I let Simone have exactly what she wanted, a look into my thoughts. I know what you are.

Her smile faltered as we stared one another down for a short moment. Then, she fixed her mask. "That's good. There's nothing better than a good night's sleep."

"I can think of a few things," I replied, carefully pulling out my dwindling pack of cigarettes. "Like one last smoke." I turned to Jake and nodded toward the door. "Want to join me?"

He looked uncertain, looking at Simone for that ever-so-subtle nod before joining me. "Sure."

The fresh air made the heavy weight of Simone's gaze burning holes into my skull feel somewhat lessened as I leaned against the wall beside Jake and lit the cigarette, taking a quick drag before holding it out to him. "Sorry, you're in the doghouse because of me."

Jake shrugged, slowly regaining his usual attitude and demeanor. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to being on Simone's nerves."

"I can imagine."

"She's not usually like this," he assured me quietly. "Ever since her ex came to visit a while back, she's been… off."

She'd get no sympathy from me, but for Jake's sake, I shrugged him off. "Don't worry about it. I've dealt with far worse people."

Jake handed the cigarette back to me with a sad look. "She reminds you of your mom, doesn't she?"

"A little," I replied. "More so someone else that makes my mother look like a saint."

He tilted his head carefully. "Who?"

I smirked. "You used up your questions last night."

"Do you always have to make getting to know you so difficult?" He questioned with a smile.

"Of course. If I didn't, you'd get bored."

"I don't think I'd ever get bored of you," he replied, softer than before, with a gleam of something in his eyes… something nervous and unnamed.

I could see Simone watching us closely from the corner of my eye like a predator watching over the prey she'd long staked her claim to. Jake wasn't a game and certainly wasn't anyone to claim. I pulled the cigarette from between Jake's lips and took one last drag of it, closing my eyes to savor the smokey taste that filled my mouth as I exhaled. "Well, time for me to head out." I placed what remained between Jake's lips and slid past the window, making deliberate eye contact with Simone, waving at her as I walked towards Dom's bike.

"Try not to wreck it," Jake said, standing up from his comfortable position against the wall. "It'd suck to get back to the city and hear you'd been beaten to death by angry bikers."

With a smirk, I swung my leg over and straddled the bike. "Or it'd be super badass coming back and hearing about how I beat the shit out of 20 angry bikers."

He laughed, and his eyes softened. "See you at work, Lana."

"See you then, Jerk." I pulled the helmet over my head and started the bike, revving the engine before flipping Jake off and speeding down the street. He stood on the curb for a minute before turning and walking into the diner to face Simone.

Just because I'm feeling SO generous here's a second sneaky peeky!

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"You know you'd be a lot warmer if we were closer. Body heat and all."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't push your luck."

"I'm just saying, it's awfully cold."

"You're always welcome to warm yourself up downstairs with all the glass."

Jake laughed, the movement shaking the bed slightly. "Fine, I'll keep my warm body on my side then."

"Go to sleep."

He was quiet for all of twenty seconds before he spoke again, "Can I ask you something?"

I groaned quietly, glaring at him over the pillows barricaded between us. "What part about "go to sleep" do you not get?"

"Come on, princess, indulge me a little."

"I think I've indulged you more than enough."

Jake smiled at me, the moonlight casting across the side of his face and making that dumb grin of his glow. "What can I say, I'm insatiable."

"What do you want to ask?"

"You told me about your mom. About what happened back then." Anxiety consumed every inch of me as I kept breathing in and out.

"And?"

"You never told me why you were out there tonight."

My jaw clenched as I thought about what to say. Why had I gone out there tonight? Why had I chosen to leap off a boat into the fucking ocean? "I…" I sighed. "I was pretty shitfaced."

Jake saw straight through the deflection. "Were you… Was this some kind of… attempt?"

That fear I'd seen in his eyes as he leaned over the side of the boat and begged me to take his hand was back, shining brighter now as he held back tears. "No," I whispered, reaching over the barricade to squeeze his hand. "I wasn't trying to kill myself."

His eyes closed tightly as he squeezed my hand back. "Good. That's good."

Was that why he was still here? Did he think I'd jump back in the water the second he was gone? Clearing my throat, I pulled my hand back and settled into the covers, trying to regain a sense of separation from him. "No more questions til we're both back in New York."

"Oh?" He chuckled. "Will I get more than four next time?"

"Maybe," I answered. "If you shut up and go to sleep."

"Keep talkin like that, and I'll be up all night, princess."

I rolled my eyes before closing them tightly. "Stop calling me that."

"Not a chance."

#Fic: Nightshade #sweetbitter jake #sweetbitter #jake sweetbitter #sweetbitter lena #jake and lena #lena harrow #jake x lena #sweetbitter jake x oc #sweetbitter jake and oc #sweetbitter simone #cape cod #sneak peek

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barrenclan · 2 years

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You can post this and respond to it if you want to, I don't mind, but here is my longer explanation of how I can relate to Slugpelt, and I'm doing it on anon because if I didn't then my anxiety would spike

My mom is a very angry person almost all the time, and I know there are reasons for that but it doesn't make it any easier for me. She tends to gaslight people and is constantly yelling, and she is the whole reason why I tend to freeze up when conflict happens, or when someone gets mad at me, because I'm used to not having a voice, due to her talking over people and acting like she is correct no matter what she is saying.

I find myself displaying some behaviors she does towards other people sometimes, and every single time it hurts when I realize. Every time one of my family members says anything relating me to my mother, even in a joking way, I shut down and tend to end up crying because of it, because I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be like the person who gets mad at people when they say something harmless or who makes people feel like they are stupid, or that their issues aren't important. The part in the description of this newest issue about how sometimes Slugpelt's hurt and issues are taken out on her children really spoke to me, because I understand how much it can hurt to feel like you are becoming someone who caused you pain, even if what you do isn't nearly as bad as what they did to you. You feel afraid, and upset, you feel terrified.

I originally lost the confidence to send this because I was thinking about how I'm probably just projecting my own issues onto this character and that Slugpelt probably doesn't have the same feeling of not wanting to become her mother as I do, but I will send it now because you seem interested to hear me out on why I relate to her and I appreciate that a lot. And I really love how you are adding a storyline like this into this story, just generational trauma in general, because it's so hard to actually break the cycle of it, I know because I'm trying to... and I hope Slugpelt gets to heal and build a better relationship with her children later in this story, because she doesn't seem like she is past the point of healing and being better then her mother was

Sorry if there are any mistakes in this, I started crying while writing this so my brain feels a bit foggy

Don't worry at all about staying on anon, it's perfectly understandable.

I'm always open to hearing people's thoughts on my characters, and it means quite a lot to me if they are able to touch someone personally in any way.

I will say that actually, the idea of Slugpelt fearing about becoming like her mother is something I had written into the story. Specifically it features in issues 15 and 18. I hope you enjoy those issues when the time comes.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I appreciate your openness a lot.

#ask #anon #slugpelt #and i hope things get better also

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vampirologist · 1 year

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Ever noticed how a lot of Spuffy and spike fans generally don’t like Angel?

Like, they are always comparing them or trying to put down Angel in order to prop Spike’s character, I never understood where this attitude, this “rivalry” comes from.

I’ve even seen some of it’s fans doing the same with Buffy, they torn down her character to try to make Spike look better and the common factor here is Spike.

Like, I’ve seen this attitude only happen with Spuffy shippers and Spike fans.

There’s also the attitude the fandom has with Xander, he is one of the few characters that I know of where almost the entire fandom unanimously hate him.

yes I have very much seen this issue and have discussed it to an extent on my blog! it's one of the reasons his character and the pairing have been soured for me as it's just EVERYWHERE and then I see characterizations of angel that very much go against what is established in the show(s) because people have their spike blinders on. however I don't think it's entirely one sided- angel fans do the same with spike but it's definitely not as aggressive. spike/spuffy fans are very much the majority so it's more visible. but there definitely is a big woobification of spike that annoys me where people prop him up and blame his flaws on other characters (such as angel... despite spike and angelus only being together for like a decade or two before angel became ensouled? it's obvious he had an influence on spike but 10-20 years out of 110+ years? come on. darla and angelus were together longer than spike had been ALIVE. don't you think maybe she had a greater influence on angelus than angelus did spike? I know that spike was presented as coy and proper as a human whereas angel was troubled and acted out through drinking, violence, and sex which seems a lot like how he is as a vampire. but still darla had a huge influence on angelus yet no one blames her for what angelus became lol she saw someone who was disillusioned with the world and who she could mold into a ruthless vampire and viola. guess what happened)

I think it is understandable that they get compared, after all spike IS a foil to angel. they are both main cast vampires who have relationships with buffy, and they both eventually become ensouled. I think it is natural to want to compare them and I often compare them just because of how many discussions of them are rooted in pitting them against each other. but I really dislike when people treat it as a one to one comparison when the circumstances are DRASTIC. and then it's always presented in spike's favor. I like angel a lot obviously and I do tend to play devil's advocate for him (feel I have to given how much hate he gets) but I also know he has his flaws clearly. and then his flaws are treated like a damnation of his character by anti-angel spike fans whereas spike's flaws are ignored or romanticized. "he's a more humane vampire" but then when he does something bad it's "he's a vampire- it's his nature!" which feels sooo have your cake and eat it too. the two ideas aren't mutually exclusive (take ensouled angel) but it's used based on the context to defend his behavior lol

I like xander (can you tell I like disliked characters?) but he hasn't aged well given his nice guy behavior in earlier seasons, and there's more criticism towards hegemonic masculinity today. how popular is the term toxic masculinity today? there's also the fact he's joss whedon's self insert character which put people off from him because of all the issues with whedon and how he treats others, especially women

#sorry if this shows up in tumblr search. I am not censoring #ask #anon

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castorochiaro · 2 years

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💬🎃🔔 Discord :3

character ask game [ x ]

ah, who else but the spirit of chaos himself!

💬favorite line they've said: god there's a lotta bangers but i always find myself coming back to " did you miss me, celestia? i missed you. it's quite lonely being turned into stone, but YOU wouldn't know that, would you? because i don't turn ponies into stone ". an entire backstory gets laid out for us without it being explicitly spelled out beyond the basics of what celestia said, and we get a real sense it's a more personal beef than two old archrivals. in the very least, he's clearly very offended by her choice of punishment and seems to think of it as a low blow.

plus it's why i started shipping dislestia STILL GOIN' STRONG BABEY

🎃something i think they're afraid of: being alone. discord NEEDS attention. positive, negative, it absolutely does not matter. being alone, without an audience to behold his power, is the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to him. because his power is all he has to keep from being a total freak with no friends.

🔔unpopular opinion: i have so many of them on this guy PFF first and foremost, i find his relationship with fluttershy sweet, but...also incredibly boring from a narrative perspective. i feel like their dynamic stopped being nearly as interesting when she stopped directly challenging his behavior and forcing him to consider its impact on others.

i find discord a lot more interesting when pitted against other characters, like twilight or spike. heck, i even really liked his episode with starlight because i could understand why he was hurt by twilight seemingly forgiving all of starlight's shortcomings and promoting her to an immensely important role all while STILL keeping discord at a distance. i think she was absolutely right to do so, mind, but i can appreciate what discord was getting at when he told off starlight and basically threw a little tantrum trying to ruin the school for everyone. discord is powerful, but emotionally and socially immature and i find that MUCH more interesting than him being some scheming mastermind genius that holds all the cards always and manipulates everyone around him with ease.

also i thought his role in the s9 finale made total sense with his character arc as a whole. he genuinely was trying to help and build twilight up, in the best way his magic was capable of doing. his might comes from disharmony, and what else can he do with that but stir up trouble? of course he got in over his head. but that's what he did in his introduction as well: he was so arrogant he didn't consider the idea that his chosen playthings would unite against him, and was taken down because of it. it wasn't a step backwards or a mishandling of his character; it was a perfectly in-character use of his flaws but also the changes he'd made in learning that he DOES care about others, he just isn't sure how to demonstrate it.

plus come on him provoking tirek into lashing out and setting everyone free was cool as hell. forever best pony.

#cast converses #meme response #Discord #god dadmmit now i'm thinking about him again IS THIS HOW I GET PULLED BACK IN

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isfjmel-phleg · 1 year

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Carol Bucklen is the only one of Bart's civilian friends to confirmedly figure out his superhero identity (others come close, but those threads get no follow-through). But how did she come to that conclusion?

Carol knows Bart first as her classmate, and they become friends, although she frequently gets exasperated with his inexplicably erratic behavior and what she perceives as a need for public admiration.

But she first encounters Impulse when he rescues her from some older teenagers who are attempting to sexually assault her.

(Impulse #6)

We don't get any reaction to this or reflection on it from her, but this incident would have to have a tremendous impact. She's only about fourteen and she has been through a no doubt deeply traumatic experience. And the local superhero just happens to show up in this isolated location to find her and just happens to know exactly where she lives to drop her off at. He doesn't speak, but she presumably does get to see his face up close (in the goggles), however briefly. She seems to have kept quiet about this encounter (for instance, when Preston makes his movie about Impulse, no one looks to her for insight into the character, as they might if they knew she had met him), but surely it leaves her with a lot of questions.

In #13, a spike in Bart's already-considerable popularity at school brings Carol back to her earlier impression of him as a glory-hound. She lectures him on not seeking attention through being a daredevil or giving in to peer pressure. And then she says:

Based on her limited evidence, it's not an unreasonable conclusion (although she could stand to take into consideration the fact that he keeps telling her he's not in it for attention, which is the closest he can get to telling her the truth without giving himself away)--but she's still incorrect. And speaking from a place of fear! She values this friendship and is afraid of its being sacrificed to the call of fame.

But by the end of the issue, after Bart's unwillingly back in the spotlight, we see Carol across the street from his house, observing the admiring crowds and thoughtfully holding a pen or pencil.

I think it's here when she finally puts the pieces together.

Because Bart's newest claim to fame is for rescuing a classmate in danger--not as Impulse, of course, but as himself. And Carol seems to have drawn a parallel between such conduct and that of the mysterious boy who rescued her. And then she draws something else...

Much later, when Bart announces that he's leaving Manchester to live with his mother, Carol decides to give him a farewell gift:

(#24)

This is what she was working on that afternoon across the street from his house.

How she chooses to depict him is significant. He's in costume but without the goggles--an important omission. Had she included them, the drawing might be just a random picture of the weird local superhero that she's giving him for some reason. But his bare face is an indication that she knows who he really is, even if she's never seen him precisely like this. His expression is a characteristic one. It's the one Thad thinks of as "insipid innocence," but really it's more intent. Thoughtful. On alert. Ready to spring into action. This is the boy who has both come to her rescue as a hero and supported her through difficult times as a friend, and this, in her understanding, is who he really is.

#comicsposting again #and then there's the fact that Bart has another close friend who is a keen observer of character...#had an encounter with a hero that coincided with a traumatic experience...#eventually pieced together the information to figure out a secret identity...#and backed up this conclusion with created images but still kept the secret out of respect for privacy #but this post is long enough already #and I don't know what to do with the Carol-Tim parallels but they do apparently exist

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we-pay-for-everything · 2 years

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Wanna hear something hilarious that both shows delusion and complete lack of reality.. from a Spuffy supporter of course 🤣 😆 🤣 And I quote - “when you have a fundamentally childish pairing as your otp you build some insecurities about Buffy's more mature relationships” Yeah, they are talking about Spuffy and Fuffy!! Bangel is THE otp 🙄 Lmao so hard. You can’t make this up. Enjoy your laugh 😉 Cheers

They must not know what maturity is. I won't deny that Buffy and Angel were childish and immature at times, but immaturity is not exclusive to children or teenagers. Spike was not a mature person - he wasn't even a person, really - and Spike and Buffy did not, at any point, have a mature relationship. Their relationship was nothing but an unhealthy coping mechanism for Buffy, so, you know, the opposite of whatever maturity is supposed to be. Also, assuming sex or violence are mature topics is quite wrong. Plenty of teenagers have sex. You don't need to be "mature" to have it.

I also hate the term "maturity". What does it mean? You can be both mature and immature. Buffy was not immature to have hate sex with Spike - she was in a dark place - but her behavior cannot be called mature. Buffy and Angel were very immature at times, but, ultimately, Buffy chose to save the world over Angel, and they ended their relationship for the good of humanity. I wouldn't call seasons 1 to 3 Bangel mature tbh, because I think neither Buffy nor Angel were in a position to have a mature relationship. Had they been mature about it, they wouldn't have dated to begin with, or rekindled their romance. A mature relationship must be one in which there is trust, honesty, communication, commitment, and where neither party neglects their responsibilities, themselves, or each other. Buffy and Angel ticked most of those boxes, but not all, because the most responsible thing would've been to call things off sooner and they chose not to have that conversation many times... Buffy was also too young to be in a mature relationship, and Angel too maladjusted and inexperienced.

But I wouldn't call their relationship immature either, because they had trust, respect, mutual support, love, and, like I said, made the right choices in the end. Perfect maturity only exists in perfectly adjusted individuals, if it exists at all. Mentally ill people, for example, won't make the most mature choices a lot of the time, yet it seems unfair to call them immature. I don't mind talking about immature actions or behavior, but applying that term to people or even to whole relationships can be tricky. My mom is very responsible but she's also very immature when it comes to understanding and respecting other people's feelings and choices, as well as understanding herself. It's hard to call a responsible, 50+ year old woman immature, but I could make a case for it. My point is, maturity is both subjective and a lie. Most adults are neither fully mature not immature, just somewhere in-between.

Went off topic, sorry!

#ask #btvs #bangel #buffy summers #angel #anti spuffy #thanks for the ask!

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oceanspray5 · 3 years

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I JUST FINISHED THE LAST 4 EPISODES OF COWBOY BEBOP AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS!

Here is my personal interpretation of the last 4 episodes. Obviously anyone is free to disagree but this is my view of it.

First off: YOU CANT TELL ME SPIKE DIDNT LOVE FAYE BACK. HE DID. HE LOVED HER AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME HE DIDNT.

The two episodes before The Real Folk Blues basically proved he did imo. Spike is someone who shows he cares in very subtle ways and his real emotion all came pouring out in the two episodes before TRFB.

In Brain Scratch, the way he gently touches her face to make sure she's okay and check if she's alive once he finds her. The relief on his face when she wakes up! Spike cares. He's just really bad and scared of showing it because of his past but in that moment when she was really in danger of dying it came through in his expressions and actions!

In Hard Luck Woman he's completely unsurprised and doesn't complain AT ALL when he wakes up to find them on Earth which is miles off course. They lose their lead on a BOUNTY. Even Jet is annoyed but Spike? He is nonchalant, unperturbed. He has never shied from showing his irritation for Faye and her flakey non-serious attitude throughout the entire show but this time he's completely relaxed. He's not even mad that they lost the bounty. He just sits there and waits for her to come back because he knows it's important for her this time. He knows whatever her reasons were to drag them all to Earth, they're necessary and they couldn't wait. He knows about her past and how the lack of it haunts her better than anyone and he understands. So he doesn't say anything. Doesn't complain even once about the bounty or that she's taking too long to come back. Jet does but Spike doesn't. If that isn't someone who cares then what else is it?

And finally, The Real Folk Blues.

Both Jet and Spike are upset about Faye and Ed and Ein being gone, we know that from the start. Then Shin comes into the picture and tells Spike that everyone he's ever been close to is being targeted. What does Spike do? He calls Faye. Spike isn't one to call for help especially not from Faye if he can help it but this time he does. There's danger looming and he calls her almost as if to warn her and to ask for her help to take care of Jet but also to tell her where he's going. He has no reason to do that if he didn't care.

He asked her to come back and he said it was to help take care of Jet but it was so clear he asked because HE wanted her back too. Spike is too proud and detached to ask ANYONE, especially Faye, to come back but he did this time! It's because she means something to him.

I have a personal interpretation of Spike as he was in the past (how we see him in his memories) as well as the Spike in the present too. I felt there was a very big distinction between the Spike of the memories and the Spike in the present.

Past!Spike was in love with Julia. There's no doubt about it. The way he was with her, you could see it clearly.

Present!Spike cared about Julia but it didn't give me the impression he loved her still. His behavior and body language after meeting Julia all seemed to indicate he was conflicted about the past, slightly bitter too. He cared about her. But I don't think he loved her anymore. He'd moved on at that point despite the pain from the past.

When she dies he even tells Jet "there's nothing I can do for her" because she's dead. He admits he definitely isn't going to face Vicious for revenge. His reasons are personal. He's going for himself and maybe for the Bebop crew. They're still targets and Spike cares about them and they're still alive.

Then there's the scene with Faye. She points a gun at him. She almost shoots him to stop him and THAT HURTS SO BAD. She's crying too because she loves him but this is where I feel like Spike admits he loves her too even though it's VERY subtle and easy to miss.

One thing Spike says to Faye before leaving that feels almost like a confession: He says "I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from... But then before I knew it the dream was all over."

He SMILES at Faye while saying the second part. As if it's meant for her, as if it's because of her. She woke him up by coming into his life. She already helped him start to feel alive. That, to me, feels like a confession more than anything else. In the most cryptic way possible, Spike tells Faye the truth without admitting it outright. He doesn't know if he's coming back, but he says what he can. He tells her he loves her in a way she won't realize what he's saying until later because in case he dies he doesn't want her to be in more pain than she already is. But he has to say it. So he tells her he loves her.. by telling her she's the reason he woke up.

And what's the first thing Vicious asks him when Spike confronts him? It's if Spike is finally awake.

I read the entire part of the episode of Spike going to fight Vicious, as him going both to confront his past and to try and keep his new friends, his new family, safe. He goes to tie it all up so he can move forward once and for all.

The flashbacks he's thinking on in the Swordfish while he's going there right after he leaves the Bebop? It's like he's contemplating the events in his life that got him to that point. His friendship with Vicious, his relationship with Julia. The mess it all made. Now that he's awake, he's finally thinking clearly about the events of his past while sitting in the present without it hovering over him.

He's ready to close that chapter, end it once and for all, and hopefully make it back alive for Faye and Jet (and maybe one day Ed and Ein if they come back).

Anyway, that's my interpretation of the last four episodes. As for whether Spike dies? I like to think he lives. The creator of the show, Shinchiro Watanabe, said it was up to us to decide but that he liked to think Spike lived too. Others may prefer to interpret it as Spike having died.

I choose to believe Spike lives. That his crew comes after him. That Faye goes after him and that he finally gets the chance to live the life he was unable to live.

This was just such a beautiful anime and I'm really glad it was my first. There's so much more I can say about these episodes and maybe I will at some point but for now I just had to get all my thoughts out because the last four episodes ran into each other so well forming such a perfect build up to the finale but creating the subtext to leave the lasting impact of impression of both Spike's character and his relationship with everyone else.

I'm gonna hold this interpretation and my version of the ending close whether anyone believes it or not. But one things for certain, the weight? It will be carried. There's no way it can't be.

#Spike spiegel #Cowboy bebop #Faye valentine #Spike x faye #Spaye #Ace of hearts #The real folk blues #90s anime #Spike x Julia shippers I WILL block you if you try to be obnoxious under my post #The beauty of fiction is anyone is free to believe their interpretation as correct #This is mine #I won't deny Spike loved Julia but I firmly believe he also moved on and if you don't then that's fine #You have a right to your interpretation as i have to mine #But don't be obnoxious in my replies cuz I won't humor your troll behavior #Faye x spike

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bullyhunter--69 · 3 years

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"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

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cannibal-witchh · 3 years

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Reader(Fem) x Alcina Dimitrescu

(PART 2)

Written by cannibal_witchh

Part 1

:https://cannibal-witchh.tumblr.com/post/641589115086929920/readerfem-x-alcina-dimitrescu-part-1-written

⛓Trigger Warnings⛓

Story contains: Gore, sexual elements, vulgar language, violence, elements of sub/dom behavior, and captivity.

Notes: This is the 2nd part of the story and it will progressively get more sexual, and the elements between the reader and Alcina will become more dom/sub. It is a little bit of a slow burner so bare with me. It will get juicy soon! I want to add, I do not support in any fashion abuse, and or non consensual actions. ⚠️ I have clearly placed trigger warnings to indicate there may be elements that are not for every reader. I heavily gravitate with dominance and submission/gore so thats where the relationship in the story will go ⚠️ Again, limited information so nothing in the story really is canon.

The reader is referred to as:

Y/N- your name

Y/L/N- your last name

She/her- in italics and bold

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Her blood boiled as she felt the weight of humiliation and rage filter through her. She was in poor shape, bloodied up, bruised, and very little hope could be found within her. She stared at Alcina with a hateful expression, but the vampress had full awareness beneath that thin surface of loathing was absolute fear. "Don't be foolish. I will not say it again.", she continued a smirk as she rested her elbows up on the edge of the bath. Even in absolute indecency she was wicked and intense. Her body at full exposure, water glistening off her porcelain skin, and gentle beads of water trailing down her breasts. The moon was illuminating off her soft tall figure, as she tipped her head back and relaxed it on the edge. "I think I've been more than patient with you."

Y/N, had so many emotions cycling through her, there was disgust, hatred, and anxiety. But she had concluded that there was no point in stalling. Alcina would grow tired and eventually kill her if she wasted anymore time. She began to strip, peeling an article of clothing at a time, trying desperately to cling on to every second. Her hands trembling as she slid her panties down her ankles before the wicked vampire.

She submerged her body in the warm water, blood began to scatter out from her knee, and she watched fragments of the water become crimson. Fuck. "Relax, I'm not a shark. I can smell your wonderful nectar but I have no need to feed at this exact instance just because you're coloring my bath water red.", she teased pulling her head up. Loose black waves stuck to her wet skin, spreading out like a small web on her smooth pale skin. Her intense bright eyes focused on Y/N, her eyes looked so preditorial, and so hungry. Those eyes burned deep in Y/N's soul, it was haunting.

After about forty minutes of soaking and cleansing, Alcina decided to privilege Y/N by showing her the cellar room. She held a lit candlabrum guiding them deep inside. It smelled foul, there were variations of fresh corpses everywhere, limbs lost in other areas of the large hallway, and it was incredibly dark. The walls and floor were built with thick cobblestone, and there were numerous cellars with rusted bars. " Now, I believe I have treated you kindly with allowing you to stay in an actual guest room.", she said as she continued to lead Y/N deeper into the cellars. Abruptly, an incredibly dry groan echoed through the cellar, it sounded as if it was in absolute suffering and pain. Y/N darted her head in the direction she believed it came from but it was too difficult to really distinguish actually where it sounded. " Relax, I won't allow them to touch you.", she assured as she stopped and turned to face her. "Those are family.", she stretched a pearly grin, her fangs teasing under her satin red lips. Alcina instructed with just her hands for Y/N to come closer to her, and she obeyed the demand. "You look much better being cleaned up, pet.", that name alone flooded a pool of humiliation in her, being stabbed, bitten, and beaten countless times to this nonsense- it just delivered a wave of embarassment to her. Alcina let out a soft giggle, and for moments there wasn't words being exchanged.

Thud! With swift impact, there was a heavy hit that landed to Y/N's head, and she flew several feet back away from Alcina. She tried to gather herself but her vision grew blurry, and her knee still in poor condition to make quick movements. Dwindling in and out of clear vision, the sounds of agonizing groaning reverberated through the corridor infront of her. She felt shivers, hair raise, and another dose of adrenaline greet her. What could this be? Within moments, a strong smell of decay flooded through the damp cobblestone hallways, and echos of pain continuing to sound. A group of corpse like creatures swayed in, their bodies detierating, bones exposed, long sharp aged nails, and hollow dark eyes. Her family. Absolute horror welcomed Y/N, Alcina had lied, she wasn't going to protect her. The creatures began to hobble towards her, surrounding her, their stench choking her, and their groans ringing in her ear. She was fucked, no available escape was present for her to attempt. She closed her eyes and she felt the stroke of long thin nails brush against her face and arms. Felt the cold breath of their hissing near her ears, as she tried to control her panic. This was it. "Enough!", Alcina screeched, and immediately the creatures shrieked and fled away in the tunnels. She relaxed her hands on her hips and walked over to Y/N with a pleased expression. " This is what will become of you but worse if you do not submit to me. Do we have ourselves clear?", Alcina watched as Y/N nodded trying to control her panicked breaths, and maintain her shivering. "Good."

Without effort, Alcina had carried Y/N in her arms all the day back to her captive room. When they arrived, she locked the door, and rested Y/N on the sheets. Y/N felt some release of tension the moment she establish this was her room. She spread her arms out, tracing the creases of silk that collected under her. The presence of the fabric brought her slight comfort. "Honestly, you truely are pathetic.", she sighed as she sat the candlabrum on the wooden nightstand beside the bed. Y/N felt beside her sink, Alcina had sat beside her and began to run her fingers through her hair. Despite the cruel treatment, this minor kindness felt relieving to Y/N. She let out a small sound of relief as Alcina continued to lace her fingers through her hair. "I feel despite some tension, you have gathered an understanding of your place as my feeding pet. I appreciate that submission. I have mutually contributed. I awaited feeding until you were cleansed and in the comforts of your room.", a sharp spike danced in Y/N's stomach, she felt acidity well up, and her knee twitch with discomfort. It was time.

This time, Y/N did have opposition towards the situation this time. She fully gave in to the unfortunate circumstances. Her pants were removed, revealing a blackened knee with blood stains feathering out from the site. "I'm quite surprised how quickly you've adapted to your position to me. I have to admit, I am pleased with you.", Alcina leaned to her side, hovering over Y/N's wounded knee, her large breasts nearly spilling out from her nightgown. The closer she leaned towards her knee, the more her alluring breasts pressed gently against Y/N. "Despite my daughters, I have control over my hunger. I will treat you well, and I will know how to savor you slowly.", she looked down at her knee and let out a sound of disappointment. "So much for being patient. Its scabbed. I suppose I will make a new feeding site."

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"My f-femoral atery?", Y/N muttered as she felt her cheeks grow hot. A major artery, not even her daughters had fed on. The violent feeding they did more than likely would've killed her if they attempted to. " Yes, now please relax. I have fed in this location before and no one has ever died. I have lived a long life and acquired quite the knowledge on self control.", she began to move close to her upper thigh, her nose brushing lightly against her skin, and her mouth leaving light streaks stained from her rouge. The sound of skin break was heard through the cold air, Y/N let out a pained moan and held her breath. The pain was unpleasant, it was like having a canine bite but with small thin teeth. She tried focusing on the candle wicks, watching them sway and dance softly in the distance. The warm occasional crackle it did from time to time. It was the closest thing to resemble peacefulness during this taxing time. Alcina began to feed, siphoning Y/N's blood, she made sounds of utter bliss as the sweet flavor danced along her desperate tongue. Her body stiffening in surprise as pure satisfaction greeted her mouth. Her nipples growing erect through her night gown, brushing against Y/N's leg. Y/N felt light headed, feeling blood leaving her as she grew quickly cold. Strangely, she had no presence of panic, perhaps, the loss of blood delivered her brief emotional insensitivity. Alcina stayed down there for quite sometime, muttering muffled sounds of bliss, occasionally latching off revealing a bloodied chin, teeth, and lips. She met Y/N's eyes and immediately flashed a wide smile, it was almost sickening but in a way bewitching. Maybe the lack of blood was making Y/N confused. " W-why am I so relaxed?", she muttered feeling a heavy weight of tranquility possess her. " Shh...its the lack of blood. Soon I will stop.", Alcina whispered as Y/N felt her tongue lick her inner thigh. Her long tongue tracing and prodding the bite marks. Desperstely trying to drain whatever was left of the site.

" I believe, I am full. Thank you for the meal.", she wiped her crimson stained lips and chin with the back of her hands ,now tarnishing it with red. " I believe, I owe you a thank you, pet. You have been surprisingly obedient the whole time, and quiet too.", Alcina slowly adjusted herself until she was on all fours above Y/N. Her large smooth breasts draping down reaveling down her well tailored gown. She began to crawl slowly towards Y/N's face, her chest lighting brushing against Y/N's body. It was incredibly soft yet cold. " I am going to need you to open your mouth, won't you, pet?", without hesitation, Y/N dropped her mouth open for her. Alcina licked her lips and pressed her right fang into her plump bottom lip. Blood began to trickle out and run down her chin and onto her chest. Her hand traveled slowly up to Y/N's neck, gentle gripping it, and holding it against the mattress. Her opposite hand, explored under her shirt, and rested on her heart. Y/N, felt the a wave of heat flush away the cold that was residing in her. What was she about to do? "Can't let my obedient food die on me, yet.", Alcina leaned herself forward, pressing her lips against Y/N's. Her tongue inviting itself into her mouth, brushing metallic crimson inside. The flavor was terrible but Y/N did not seem to object. Alcina continued to kiss her, muffled sounds escaping between their lips as a warm blanketed feeling continued to lay over Y/N. Blood had managed to escape their lips, trickling down Y/N's chin, it was incredibly cold as it traveled down. Alcina ceased the kissing, her face revealed itself to be flush and pink. Strange for a creature of the undead. She moved her long delicate fingers along Y/N's blood covered lips and chin. Collecting whatever escaped under her finger tips. "Don't waste it.", she whispered softly nudging her fingers against Y/N's lips, as they slipped their way inside her mouth. More of that bitter flavor met Y/N's tongue, and she felt her body grow warmer and warmer. Alcina took her fingers out after a few moments, examining there was no trace of remaining blood present. She made a sound of approval that trailed with a small smile. An overwhelming amount of insatiable hunger found Y/N, she felt her body perk with energy, her senses incredibly alert, and her heart accelerate as if it was injected with caffeine. She brought a hand to Alcina's cheek and drew her to her own. Lips reuniting again, her tongue pressing its way into Alcina's mouth, and Y/N biting her lower plump lip. She was hungry, the introduction to Alcina's blood was intoxicating, addictive, and restoring. It brought her energy and she needed more. A small line of red flowed from Alcina's lower lip, and Y/N quickly licked it from her face. Her tongue returning back to Alcina's mouth the moment she collected all of her crimson. Alcina muffled a small moan, as her hand tightened around Y/N's neck, the opposite hand no long resting on her Y/N's heart but traveling down her stomach. Her incredibly sharp nails dragging into her sternum down to above her navel. She felt blood seep from those insicions, and she let out a pained moan. She buried her lips against Alcina's for a few more passionate moments until she broke it. Her lips pressing against Y/N's neck and her tongue dragging down her neck to the freshly bloodied cuts on her sternum and navel. She kissed and licked the bloodied wounds hungrily. Little delicate moans left her mouth as she glanced up at Y/N with her appreciative smile. Still continuing to clean the newly made cuts with her tongue. "Dont act as if this is an invitation of making love, foolish one. Vampires have restorative blood that gives humans the ability to briefly recover, replenish energy, alertness, and on some occasions enhance their libidio.", she rolled her eyes, " In this case, you acquired all of it. What a headache. I just wanted to make sure you didn't die of blood loss.", She sighed. " I suppose I will find more uses for you, pet. But don't think it will entirely feel good."

To be continued...

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jerrylevitch · 3 years

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Do you think or know whether Jerry ever regretted all of the affairs and sleeping around? Or if he looked back on it differently later on? I know he'd talked about it kind of jokingly, which i'm sure was a default/defense mechanism. I also get all the factors that contributed to that behavior so I don't really judge him for it, and he wasn't the only one doing it by any means...I was just wondering if you had a take on it or knew anything. Still love him, that horny little bugger lol ;)

He did feel guilty and for awhile, and he tried to be faithful to Patti in his own mind by not finishing inside the woman he was with. According to Jane McCormick:

"Jerry was almost bashful when it came to having sex, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Still, he had a quirky way of dealing with his loyalty to his wife. He would not climax inside me, no matter what kind of sex we had."

Of course you'll see Jerry boasting about his sexual escapades and other crap like he didn't care when he was older like on E True Hollywood Story or Playboy, and GQ Magazine, but I always go back to this passage that Jerry wrote to himself and consider this the truth, because here he didn't have to put on a show for anyone, or try to look macho by saying he had all these women.

From Patti Lewis' book:

“Jerry was a master at candidly acting out personal vignettes about three areas of real life: relationships, situations, and predicaments. They form the backbone of his comedy. He nurtured many relationships and wrote volumes on how he felt. I tried to understand what he was saying, beyond the words, when I read the notes he sent me; the “I luv you’s” written across my makeup mirror at home; and the longer messages I found on my desk.” ”At times I found him five parts philosopher, one part humanist, ten parts deep thinker, one part spiritual, fifty parts comedian, twelve parts unpredictability, and twenty-one parts everything else. In 1966, one late summer afternoon, I found the following and took it to the garden to read:”

”To ask how deeply I feel is like asking, ‘Where is God?’” ”We can answer with nothing more than “if’s” and “maybe’s.” “In other words, the answers are really intangibles, yet I’m going to attempt to answer one of them to the best of my knowledge and awareness.

My feelings, where my wife is concerned, are very deep and very sacred…She is the very reason I live…for she is the only reason I know that makes living worth anything…and the boys that she produced for me are equally worth it, but one day they’ll leave and then there will be only us…

She is the first human thing that has ever cared about me or for me…Oh, there were little dogs, and little boys and a few beings that cared, but not enough that I could have survived.

It was only when she came into my life that I realized I had a life to live…I was always made to feel that I was given a case of breath out of pity…It was as though someone said, “We have plenty, give him some.” Then I knew I had to make good and be someone, or something a little better than those that gave me an occasional handout… As I got older, I didn’t much care about being better than them anymore…I just cared about staying alive and getting some degree of respect as a human thing on God’s Earth…I knew he didn’t mean to have anyone just exist…but he meant fur us all to have a meaning and a purpose. I have to try to get my thoughts put in the proper place so I can put things down that really count! Now then, if my wife was the first to care and to really treat me like a human being with love and warmth and the like…the big question is, “How could I have treated this special being as I have?” My answer that I find coming is… After so many years of being made to feel like nothing…I guess I worked on being something so much more than nothing…that I found myself making the real somethings around me nothing in the haste that drove me to be something…The responsibility of taking care of the loves I had always had made me feel like, “Why should I care for what one day will discard me anyway?” I don’t know if that’s the case, but it sounds right…and coming from someone who loves those tremendous loves as I do, it certainly confuses me, too… My constant silence, I think, has been fear…of what my love would think of what I’ve done…fear of doing the wrong thing…and losing the respect I have always felt I got from her…to be placed in the position of being disrespected and disregarded again has always knotted up my insides so badly that silence seemed the only way to avoid the possibility of rejection…very often my hiding was part and parcel of that fear…The feeling of being nothing again, or being looked at with disdain, has, for as long as I can remember, been tearing me up inside…And those tears have come out looking like torment…Well, tormented I am, and have been, and pray one day soon I won’t know the feeling anymore… My wrapping myself up so completely in my work helped for a while, but the “ego” that came across was never there…I have none. But I work desperately at displaying “ego” to cover the real emptiness I know inside… As a director I have found infinite peace…because I am to so many…an authority, a man who knows, and not someone who is treated with “pity” or “charity”…That’s the biggest reason for the love of creativity I have, for a man is free when he is creating. Not just creating “funny” by way of the mask I wear, but by making others the puppets…and making them stand out front for a change…The feeling of “behind the camera” feels safe, and warm, and special, and certain…”Out front” has been very hard and trying for me…and for the first time in my life I think I can honestly admit…I hated doing it and I still do…The happiness that seemed to appear from standing “in one” was nothing more than getting a general acceptance from a lot of people who care at the moment….But “at the moment” isn’t enough for me anymore… I need all the care I can get all the time…and I only seem to be able to get that from my love, my wife… I don’t ever want to appear “indifferent” to my wife…but that appearance, too, I think is just hoping not to be a burden and an annoyance to her...I just can’t remember ever being anything but an annoyance…and when I’m told I’m not, I can’t seem to recognize that is possibly the case. I don’t like to hide and run…I want to be free to go and do as any other man does… I know I need help…but I really believe the help will come from within…as soon as I can place things in their right positions… Admitting to “hating performing” might help me adjust sooner…Admitting the love I have for writing and direction will, I’m sure, take me out of the depths of my depression…and will ultimately take me into the realm of peace and contentment. I want to talk more, I want to communicate more…I want

to say so much, and get help from her, I want so much to scream the things that tug away at my heart and my soul…And when I try, the hurt is so strong, and deep, and festered that I clam up, and the relief I want doesn’t come… Now to bury that grief…I find someone who has equally as much or more than I so that I can be the helping hand…For if I can help, then my hurts can’t be so bad…How much trouble can I have, if I’m listening to someone else’s? And for years I made that a practice…to give of myself only to forget I needed more giving than anyone… I don’t think I have always been aware of that fact…I really wanted to share and give and be charitable…but there’s that word again…charitable…I should have known better. For “charity” was the one thing that started my life wrong.. I wasn’t entitled to charity by those people when I was so very young…I was entitled to all the love and care all little lives should get…But how long did I have to wait to realize “charity” shouldn’t deal with the ones we love…They should only get the real “love” and nothing more…and give “charity” to strangers in need…Period! (And they should be picked carefully!) I’m trying to feel “God” in me and maybe with his help we can push out the torment…and place the “alive” of a being, back where it was taken from… With it all I am a very lucky man…to have found the real, right, and perfect human being to spend my years with. I want so much to do the right thing to keep her straight and happy and healthy… When she is ill, the reaction to it isn’t any different than when the spike is forced into the vampire’s heart…it’s the only emotional thing that can kill me, and that’s when she hurts…or when I’ve caused her pain…but my intentions are never to hurt her, never to do her a moment’s pain…Never to create a frown on her lovely face…Why those things happen are a complexity to us both…And I will serve myself from here on in as a student of care and concern and caution as to how she gets treated and how I allow much of my feelings to affect her… I can only answer “God” honestly, and he knows my worth and my intentions, I have no fear of his wrath…for I know he knows I’m basically good, and fine, and honorable when it comes to my love and my soul for her… I have no guilt about what I have done thru my blindness…I only have guilt for the things I might have avoided doing…If I had just put…”First things first.” I will try! And “God” knows my heart is talking, not the typewriter.”

#Jerry Lewis #anonymous

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dannyphantom-rewrite · 3 years

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Character ref for; Jack, Maddie and Jazz,

Art by @gally-hin / @gally-hin-phantom

Okay so first off; in terms of Actual redesign, I didn't change a whole lot. I'm actually very fond of Jack and Maddie's design's, my only real issue was with their proportions. Like...look as a lady person who is also thiCC I do not have a fucking wasp thin waist and I'm sure I'm not the only one, lmao. As for Jack? Godamnit he looked like a brick on toothpicks. Just Let him be a fucking Bara man! Anyway of course I asked Gally to do this one bc they're fucking great at drawing different body types

I also cannot and will not take credit for Jazz's outfit. I didn't have any issue with her canon clothes aside from them being a bit plain, so what she's wearing here was literally pulled straight off of her original concept art, which I will link here.

Anyway, getting to the Actual character lore now, let's start with

Maddie Fenton

-Full name is Madeline (I haven't decided on a maiden name yet)

-Born and raised on a farm in Arkansas, had a southern accent that she trained herself out of in college bc it was just one more reason for people not to take her seriously. Still sometimes uses "y'all" completely unironically bc old habits die hard.

-She has a really big family, and they're proud of her accomplishments but feel like she's wasting her talent studying ghosts, because really, up until the Fenton portal was up and running there wasn't even any solid proof they existed. Her sister Alicia is the one outlier there, and even if she doesn't understand, it she completely supports her.

-She majored in engineering and minored in psychology at Wisconsin EDU. Her, Jack and Vlad were all in the same engineering class, and that's where they met.

-Maddie is particularly interested in how ghosts think, analysing their behavior, their motives. Not only that, but they aren't just dead people with unfinished business, they've built an entire culture in the Ghost Zone that is completely seperate from humanity, and she wants to understand all of it.

-skilled marksman and 9th degree black belt, (which is. The highest fucking level there is holy shit? I looked it up after I saw it on her wiki page.)

Jack Fenton

-He's from Minnesota (Amity park is in Illinois and him and Maddie didn't move there until after they got married)

-okay, "but why minnesota specifically" you ask? Because. I crave. Foot ball discourse.

-minnesota vikings vs green bay packers guys do you UNDERSTAND WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS

-The funny thing is that Jack only watches football casually while Vlad is a fucking die hard so when these two got together to see a game it was like....

-Jack: Here to chill and have a good time.

-Vlad: Primed and ready to start a fist fight at any given moment.

-I am never not going to be salty about how Canon Jack was portrayed like a complete moron 99% percent of the time. Like no...theres a difference between Actual Stupid and ADHD induced dumbass-ery.

-Am I saying Jack Fenton has ADHD? Yes. why? Because I also have ADHD and I have always vibed So Hard with his Character.

-Jack is loud and easily excited about things that interest him. He's impulsive and fidgety and yeah, a bit absent minded. He has a mouth that clearly runs so much faster than his head. His train of thought doesn't get derailed so much as it stops and takes several different detours on the way to it's final destination.

-and that's only the tip of the iceberg, really, I'd need an entire essay to get into this completely, but I just really relate.

-Jacks skill-set / interests regarding ghosts vary a bit from Maddie's, most notably in the sense that he doesn't believe that they're static entities already set in their ways, completely incapable of change.

-Jack majored in engineering and minored in Biology at Wisconsin EDU.

-Jack's work with tech is a bit hit or miss. He definitely HAS the engineering skills, but the intrest isn't always there and he's constantly jumping back and forth between different projects. He tends to focus on the concept work and schematics and leave most of the assembly to Maddie as a result. It's an arrangement that works well for them, and has drastically decreased the number of unintentional explosions in the lab.

-A lot of Jack's work tends to revolve around ghostly biology and Ectoplasm, figuring out how ghosts are made, what makes them tick, what the hell Ectoplasm Actually Is, how it's used as an energy source, ect.

-and yes, that does also mean he handles the dissections.

-See that facial scar? Yeah, that's not actually there at the start of the series rewrite but it's very important for plot reasons so I had to include it. Can't say much more on the subject because SPOILERs owo.

Jasmine Fenton

-Jazz is a 18 years old, and a senior at Casper high.

-Which means she prepping to go away to college and won't be around to keep an eye on Danny.

-Obviously that doesn't mean I'm just writing her out of the story, oh no. Know why? Because she's also gonna go to Wisconsin EDU. ya know who else is in Wisconsin? Fuckin' Vlad.

-Jazz is autistic, Although she passes for neurotypical in part due to symptoms being completely over looked in girls due to gender stereotyping and also the fact that she doesn't have any special interests that are considered " "too weird.""

- Her hyperfixation with psychology started at a young age in an effort to better understand people, and social/emotional cues and all that.

-Jazz is well liked at school but she's not popular or apart of any specific group or clique. She's very kind and compassionate to people, and just about everyone knows her, but you'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually Considered her a friend. Except maybe Spike.

-I'm gonna have to give spike his own Character ref at some point, but he's this scary looking goth kid that's been held back twice. He's actually super sweet, just really fuckin' quiet and anxious. Him and jazz kinda ended up gravitating towards each other. She might do most of the talking, but they look out for each other.

-its not like jazz doesn't try to socialize, but it's difficult and she's found it much easier and less stressful to just. Keep to herself and let her interactions with her peers stay shallow and superficial. Sure, it's lonely sometimes but it's better than constantly worrying about saying the wrong thing or making some other misstep.

-One of Jazz's other special interests is football, and it's not so much the players or the game as it is the strategy of it? Started out as one of those things you do to bond with your dad, and she ended up getting really into it.

-She absolutley winds up getting into stupidly intense discussions with Vlad about it, too, lmao.

-Her and Danny probably bonded over SBNation bc that shit has both sentient satellites and ridiculously complex football mechanics.

-She's completely oblivious to the fact, but Dash has a massive crush on her bc holy shit this girl understands football (hey bud your toxic masculinity is showing put that shit away)

-I mentioned that Danny was in Cheer for a bit in middle school so it makes sense that she'd also be pushed into doing some kind of extracurricular activity.....so.....she was in a martial arts class for a bit thanks to Maddie and has a good grasp on self defense.

I think that's everything? I feel like I'm leaving things out tho? Idk if I did I'll come back and add on to this later and also pls don't hesitate to ask questions bc it really helps me flesh things out better.

#danny phantom #art #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #ref

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kaaytea · 4 years

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Hinata x reader

warnings: angst, self doubt, its just sad man, fluffy ending tho :’)

Summary: It doesn’t matter how positive you are, after a loss as devastating as this one you’re bound to doubt yourself.

A/n: I rewatched the Seijoh vs. Karasuno match from s1 recently...safe to say I totally forgot how painful it is to watch.

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The entire gymnasium was a buzz.

The building slightly warmer than usual due to the athletes bustling back and forth like ants. Everything about this moment in time was alive, the air felt as though it were shaking from the cheers and yells echoing off the walls. The loud "thwack!" Of the ball being sent from one team to the other ignited your nerves as you helplessly watched the desperate attempts to achieve a point.

It was the 3rd set with Seijoh at match point.

You shook with anticipation, gripping onto the railing of the balcony like your life depended on it.

'They'd be fine, they can win the points back and take the set!'

A loud noise snapped you out of your thoughts.

Hinata had just spiked only to be blocked by three Seijoh players.

You watched in horror as the ball ricocheted off the block and sailed to the floor, Kageyama, Asahi, and Noya all diving for it.

Your heart sank.

It felt like you were just dropped into the middle of the ocean, the heavy water muffling all the sound around you.

Y-you just saw it wrong! Your eyes are playing a trick on you. T-they couldn't have actually-

The soul-crushing sound of a whistle reverberated around the gym.

Reluctantly, you looked over at Shoyo.

He was knelt on the ground unmoving, it looked as though all life had been stripped from him leaving an empty vessel behind.

The burning sensation behind your eyes built as Karasuno looked up to thank the crowd. The pressure in your head increased as you fought the urge to cry.

You knew if he saw you cry he would feel a thousand times worse, so you mustered all your strength to resist.

Shoyo avoided you for the rest of the time the team was at the gym, which was fine with you.

He needed to be with his team right now, he needed to be with his brothers.

It was around 9 now, you were starting to get worried. Shoyo still hadn't contacted you.

No call or text....nothing.

Shoyo makes it a point to text you by 8 o'clock every night to make sure you've eaten and wish you sweet dreams; he's never skipped a day. Since the day you accepted his confession his nightly texts have been a constant in your life, something was very very wrong.

In a moment of impulse, you were grabbing a hoodie from you closet and slipping on some worn sneakers. You called out to your mom Telling her where you were off too then you were out the door.

The chilly night air stung your nose as you hurried down the street in the direction of Shoyo's.

You knew he would be heartbroken over the loss but you expected him to at least say something to you, this was definitely not his usual behavior.

You walked up to the front door of the Hinata household. Usually, the home held a warm, welcoming atmosphere; the sunny personalities of the three people residing in it pouring out of the doors and windows. You hadn't even entered the house yet but you could feel an immediate difference, it felt like all joy had been erased or a large, gray storm cloud had blocked all light out.

Hesitantly, you reached up and knocked on the door. You felt like you were gonna explode from all the suspense.

A wave of warm air and light hit you when the door opened. Hinata's mother looked at you with a sad expression and hurried you inside.

"He's been sitting on the back porch for hours," she whispered leading you into the main room, "He wouldn't even eat his dinner."

Now that was concerning.

"I'll talk to him," his mom squeezed your shoulder reassuringly then left to go put Natsu to bed.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the sliding door that led to the back, tentatively stepping out and closing the door quietly behind you.

He was sitting on the edge of the wooden platform, knees drawn to his chest and head resting on his arms.

You sat next to him, your feet hanging off the platform, occasionally your shoulders would brush.

Everything was quiet, aside from the chorus of crickets singing away in the night and a sniffle from the boy beside you every now and then.

You turned your attention up to the sky, leaning back on your hands to watch the clouds lazily creep over the twinkling stars.

"It doesn't feel fair does it?" You breathed out.

You turned to your right to see him peeking out from where he hid his face in his arms, you could just see his eyes, red and glimmering with unshed tears.

"You come so close to your dream, it's right there in front of you just a few steps away... But when you reach out you can't go near it, it's like...it’s like there's a glass wall separating you from that goal. You can see it, it's right there staring you in the face but you can't grab it...and you're forced to just watch."

You felt Shoyo scoot closer to you and you could see tufts of fluffy, orange hair in your peripheral vision as he layed his head against you. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders holding him as close as you could.

"It's my fault," he meekly whispered, "If only I had made that final spike."

Hot tears ran down his face spilling onto your hands as you attempted to wipe them away.

"Sho.." you turned and cupped his face in your hands, his cheeks were damp and blotchy and his lip quivered as he tried to hold back tears. "I don't want you to ever think it's your fault... What happened, happened and there's nothing you can do to change that now."

"Your team has only played together for a few months and look at how far all of you have come...look at how much you've grown as a player in this short time. Think of what you guys are gonna accomplish once you've really synced up, think of how much more you'll be able to do once you start understanding and using your potential... because you have it in you Sho, you're meant to fly! I just know it..."

At this point, his quiet tears had transitioned to hiccups and choked sobs. He wrapped his arms around your neck and tucked his head into your chest. You both sat there like that for a bit, your hands running up and down his back in attempts to calm him down.

Those sentences pierced your heart. Hinata Shoyo was one who always looked to improve and challenge himself, hearing the fear and doubt in his voice broke you.

"D-do you really believe that?" He rasped out, the words slightly muffled from his position against your chest. "Do y-you really think that? Do you really think I'll ever be able to get as g-good as everyone else?"

"Of course I do! You love Volleyball don't you?" You felt him nod against you, "Well, as long as you love it and put your heart and soul into what you do you have the potential to become anything."

You placed one of your hands on his head, playing with the soft waves in his vibrant hair.

"Sho look at me"

He pulled away from your chest and stared you in the eyes. You reached out to brush the last remaining tears from his warm cheeks then held his hands in your lap.

"One day there’s gonna be kids who'll be in the same position as you are now, kids who love Volleyball with all their being but are cast aside for not being tall, or fast, or powerful...and you know who they're going to look to for inspiration?"

He furrowed his brows, "Who?"

You let out a small laugh, "You silly! Kids just like you are gonna hear your story and feel inspired, they'll push themselves to be just as good as you and never give up on volleyball because of that."

He looked down and mindlessly played with your fingers, "You really think I can do that?"

"I know you can do that."

He smiled then pulled you into a hug, he felt much more relaxed and at ease now.

"Thank you"

You turned your head to kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome Shoyo."

#haikyuu!!#hinata x reader #shōyō hinata #hinata shoyo #hinata #hinata fluff #hinata angst #haikyuu x reader #hinata scenario #hinata imagine #hinata oneshot #hq x reader #hinata x y/n #hinata x you #haikyuu #hq #haikyū!!

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Five Part One

Chapter Thirty-Five Part Two: The Seige of Wessex England

Word Count 4.9k

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst

The Morning Of~

Ivar did not sleep well, he figures that he only got two hours of sleep. But still, his head is in the right place and he is more than prepared to give you the justice today that you so rightfully deserve. Is he concerned, yes. Is there a possibility that they could be going into a trap, yes. Is he worried for your safety, most definitely. Nonetheless, today must be done for the wellbeing of all of your futures. A future cannot be guaranteed until your father's head is on a spike. So there he is, in bed with you tangled up in his limbs. He is focusing on every perfections and imperfections of you. Oh how he loves you.

You begin to toss and turn while he massages yours skin with his fingertips. His rough yet soft skin gives you the best chills of satisfaction. You begin to hum, making Ivar smirk proudly.

Ivar "Princess.." he whispered.

"Hmm?"

Ivar "We have to get out of bed." The way he was touching you, made you forget completely that today was the day of the siege. And your stomach began to turn into knots almost instantly at the thought of seeing your father. So you rise up from your place in Ivar's arms and plant your head in your palms. The warm fur blankets cover your bare chest but your back is fully exposed to your husband. So he takes it upon himself to rub your back for you.

Ivar "I know babe.."

"I completely forgot. How could I forget, it's my battle?"

Ivar "Your mind blocked out the thought. It is not a bad thing, my love." You sigh, "But we have to get out of bed."

"Yeah..yes of course." You begin to move but Ivar grabs your arm closest to him and pulls you to him. He rises from his pillow and grabs your cheeks to kiss your lips for a good moment. His kiss is like heaven on earth.

"I don't want that to be our last kis-"

Ivar "Hey, do not think such a thing. Do you understand me?" You nod with tears in your eyes, "We will live to see another day, my love. Alright? Do not worry."

You sniffle, "Do you wish to hear something crazy?"

Ivar "What type of crazy, hmm?"

"I am officially 4 months.."

Ivar smiles, "That is...wonderful my love."

"I should start to feel her move..even kick!"

Ivar "Oh my sweet, that is wonderful news."

"I can't wait to feel her little feet. She has grown so much over the last few days."

Ivar "She certainly has, our little warrior." You lean into Ivar's side as he holds you and your belly. This moment is special for multiple reasons: today marks not only your strong will to overthrow your father but it is also the day that starts the next chapter of your pregnancy, Ivar is getting to share this moment with you and you feel so lucky to be his wife.

"I love you, Ivar Lothbrok."

Ivar "And I love you Y/L." Soon after, Ivar got out of bed and got his armor on and left yours and his chamber room.

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The next one to come in while you are getting your armor on is Hvitserk. Ivar wanted the armor to be underneath your black dress, that way you are even more protected. When you see Hvitserk, he looks like he has been crying all night long.

Hvitserk "Hey." His voice is rough and coarse. You find yourself not being able to speak, due to your throat burning and the tears that fill up in your eyelids. He notices your sudden change in behavior and walks up to you and just holds you firmly in his arms.

"I am so scared, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "I know, I know."

"I can-can't lose you..I can't lose any of you!" You start hyperventilating.

Hvitserk "Hey, hey, Y/n..you have to breathe, c'mon..breathe in...and out. In...and out." You do as he tells you and your breathing begins to steady itself. "Good. Now you listen to me, I have a reason to fight. I have a reason to live. So what I need you to do, is fight with everything that you have and live..do you hear me?" You nod, "Because you are what is keeping me alive..you and our daughter. So I need you to stay strong and turn your fear into power. I know how strong you are, and I know how powerful you are. So do not let him win, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Hvitserk "I love you, do you hear me?"

"I love you Hvitserk." He leans down and kisses your lips quickly, before your maidens came back in to help you further with your armor.

"My queen, we must finish."

"Y-yes of course." You say as you wipe away your tears and pick your head back up.

Hvitserk "I'll leave you be to get finished, and hey, you make her as safe as possible, y'here?"

"Of course. That is my duty." He nods and walks out the door. You try to pound into your head everything you can possibly think of that will power you, give you the strength you need to face your father.

"I am going to place an extra layer of armor over your belly, my queen."

"Hmm? Oh thank you sweetheart. That is kind of you." She nods as she places an extra layer. You have to admit, it feels good to be wearing armor again. It makes you feel a sense of dignity and honor to be a warrior and a queen.

When you walk out of your chambers, there is no one in your home. Everyone is out, preparing to leave Kattegat and head to Wessex. You are almost proud to see your people come together and fight for you and for your justice. That is, until Rollo comes into the house.

Rollo "Ah, my queen!"

"Hello Rollo."

Rollo "I must say, you look incredible but where is your armor? Are you-"

"Yes, I am fighting. Ivar insisted on the armor being inside of my clothing for more protection."

Rollo "Huh..I have never heard of such a thing."

"I think it is brilliant. Now shouldn't you be with your men, Rollo?"

Rollo "My men are all in order, my queen."

"Good, that is good isn't it?"

Rollo "Oh yes."

"And my husband is.."

Rollo "With his brother's."

"...and where are his brothers?"

Rollo "By the tents...by the ships." You nod and walk away from him. He really gets under your skin, not as much as your father used too, but deep enough to enrage you fairly quickly. "Oh and my queen!" You stop just a few inches out of the door, "May the gods be with you." You smirked and left the house. You do not know if he meant that as an insult or if he was sincere. No matter, you know that the gods are with you and your people. You can feel their strong presence.

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You look around and find Ubbe with Torvi at first. She is holding little Ragnar in her arms as her daughter clings to Ubbe's hip. She must be so worried for her father's return to Kattegat.

Torvi "When are you leaving?"

Ubbe "As soon as we can. I promise to make it back to you and the children."

Torvi nods, "I love you."

Ubbe "So much." He kissed her and watched her walk away, finding you walking towards them. Torvi stops in her tracks when she spots you. You can tell that she is holding back tears as you get closer and closer to your dearest friend.

Torvi "Oh my queen."

"You don't have to call me that-"

Torvi "Oh but I do..uhh." she sighs.

"What."

Torvi sniffled and bursted into tears, "You should not have to fight as pregnant as you are..!" You walk closer to her and cup her cheeks.

"I am not fighting at nine months, Torvi. I have to fight my own battle.."

Torvi nods, "I know. I am so very proud of you Y/n. You are a strong and courageous women and shield maiden. I am so lucky to call you my friend." You cry then and pull her into your arms for a warm embrace. Little Ragnar starts to cry, from seeing his mother so sad you can imagine.

Torvi "Oh shh shh-"

"Go on, go inside and get your kids warm. I will see you tonight."

Torvi "I better."

"You will, I love you."

Torvi "I love you back-"

"Are you fighting!?" Her daughter screamed as she grabbed my hand. You kneel down and get down to her level so that you can look at her fully as you speak to the little girl.

"Why yes I am."

"Why!? You are queen!" She stammered.

"And that is why I am fighting. A queen has many duties, little one. And one of those duties is to fight alongside the king."

"Will you be back?" Ubbe has joined his wife's side and listens to his daughter's cries and fears.

"Of course I will. I would not want to leave Kattegat without a queen."

"You are the best one.."

"I'm sorry?"

"Best queen...ma'am." You look up at Ubbe who is fighting back tears of his own.

"Thank you, beautiful. You make me so proud to be your queen. Now go on, go with your mother and get warm." Torvi takes her hand and leads her to the house as Ubbe pulls you in his arms.

Ubbe grunts, "I have never felt less Viking before in my entire life.."

"Why do you say that?"

Ubbe snickers, "Because I have never cried as much as I have been since the death of my parents, princess." You listen, "I want you to know that I am so happy to be your brother...even though it is not by blood, I am still your brother and I will always protect you."

"Thank you Ubbe, that means so much to me." He nods and leads you towards Ivar and Hvitserk, who are sitting on a stump, sharpening their swords.

Ivar "There you are."

"How is our army?"

Ivar "They are ready, my love. We were all just waiting for you."

Hvitserk "Should we all..um..take a moment before we head out?"

Ivar "What are you talking about?"

Hvitserk "I mean a moment of us all being together..we are going to be separated on the field-"

Ubbe "Yes," he clears his throat, "that sounds like a good idea brother." Ivar pulls you into his side, Hvitserk next to you and Ubbe next to Ivar, then you all stand together and have a moment of silence before the chaos. The calm before the storm, some might say.

Ivar "I uhm, I know I've never said it to you..my brother's. But I love you, believe it or not, I do. And I am sorry for not saying it enough or at all before now but just know that I do.."

Ubbe takes his shoulder and places his head upon his, "And we love you, little brother." Hvitserk kisses your hair before grabbing his sword and walking aboard one of the ships. Ubbe swiftly does the same and then Ivar looks at you for a second before connecting his lips to yours.

Ivar "I love you."

"I love you."

Ivar "Forever."

"And always. I will be flying above you.."

Ivar "Good, go on." You walk towards your three beasts and get upon Ryuu. Ivar does not command the ships to leave until he sees Ryuu begin to fly. As soon as him and his army, along with Rollo and his army, started sailing, his fury began and all he saw was red. That bastard king of England's reign will come to an end on this day, Ivar will make certain of that.

...

As you fly above your husband's ship, you see how large your army is in full perspective. You can't help but look at everyone and smile in absolute disbelief that this battle can be won. Then you look up at the sky and through the clouds and whisper to yourself, "I'm going to make you proud mother, I promise. Be with me. Be with me. Be with me." Neith looks over at you as she flies parallel to you. She talks to you with her eyes and says, 'she is mother, she is with us always.'

"Yes she is, baby. Now..let's go avenge her!"

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Mid-day~

When your home comes into view, your expectations were that you would tremble with fear, that you would want to call off this attack. But no, your first thought is to burn it all to the ground. Leave no one alive. See the kingdom of Wessex be nothing but a pile of ash. Maybe that is what you will do, if you feel like it is necessary.

When Ivar see's the kingdom, he asks himself, 'where are you hiding?' He searches every corner that he can get his eyes on but he sees no one. Not even a civilian, why?

Hvitserk "Where is-"

Ivar "I don't know."

Ubbe "We could be going into a trap, brothers…"

Ivar clenches his jaw, "If so, we will push right through them. If anyone dies today, it is the bastard who calls himself king." Ivar ends up commanding Rollo to go ahead of them in case it is indeed a trap, he does not want his warriors to get the blunt of the attack. You make your dragons hover above your warriors ships to wait it out. And that is something caught your eye: two large slingshots being pulled close to the gates.

"Ivar!" He looks up at you, "Now!" He looks at you for a second longer and then looks forward and sees an army coming out of every entrance.

Ivar "Forward!" You didn't take a moment to think before you fly towards the enemy. You didn't have to command your dragons to fire at the weaponry that your father was attempting to fire, they did it themselves.

You have taught them well. As your dragon's burn every inch of the ground, along with some warriors, you search the castle's borders in search of your best friend. That is until you hear the screams of two thousand warriors, drawing their swords for a war that they would not win. Ivar's mind is scattered. He sees his uncle's warriors getting slaughtered at the entrance, his wife in the air, and his brother's killing warriors who have reached the boat.

He makes a quick decision to get him and his men off of the ships and onto land: that way, they are stable enough to kill the way that they have been trained. You see your husband and his brother's get off the ship and onto the land. All at the same time you see your father holding onto your best friend by her throat. You witness too many things all at once, first it makes you terrified,

but then it enrages you and all you see is red and fire. You command Ryuu to fire your father's surroundings but leave him and your friend unscathed.

"My daughter!! Welcome home!!" He hollered from the ground.

"Let her go!"

"Why would I do such a thing? How could I be so clumsy? She betrayed me!"

"And you betrayed your daughter! All of those years of torment, when all you had to do was be a loving father..a loving king!"

"It is better to be feared than loved Y/n!"

Thyra "Long live the queen!" And before you could speak, he took out his sword and slit your best friend's throat right before your eyes. You scream out in pain as you watch her fall to the ground, choking on her own blood before she soon joins Valhalla. Eldr flies down to the ground, takes your father in his mouth and flings him over the castle. If he survives the fall and the puncture wounds from your son's teeth, then you will get the chance to make him suffer for everything he has put you through. Your friend's death sealed his fate. He will suffer an agonizing death. Ivar hears your screams, he hears your whimpers but he does not know why you are screaming. There is a hill blocking his view of what you are hovering over. His mind races and makes the decision to wall his way over to you. White Hair stays close to Ivar, killing everyone that comes in contact with Ivar. But you see, Ivar is a king and he knows how to fight. He knows how to kill in one strike, and he does just that.

Ryuu lands and you get off of him, walking towards your friend's body. You hold her head in your lap and mourn her for what feels like hours. And repeat aloud, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I am so sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't save you!" You feel a hand over your shoulder and you quickly take out your dagger to strike the man who has a hold of you, but before you pierce his skin, you realize it is not the enemy, it is your husband.

Ivar "My love, it's me hey..it's me!" You drop your dagger and fall into your husband's lap. He holds you for a moment before White Hair tells you that you have to move to somewhere safe.

Ivar "In the castle, go!" Once you are inside, you fall to the floor in grief. "You couldn't save her, my love."

"I promised her, Ivar. When we were kids, I promised her that I would always protect her!" You said out of breath.

Ivar "And you did just that, Y/n. Up until now, you did protect her. It was her time to join the gods. There is nothing that could have stopped that."

"I want his head.on.a.spike."

Ivar chuckles, "Oh his head will be displayed as a monument for the people of Wessex. I will make sure of that, now we must go out there and fight. Are you with me?"

"Always."

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Hvitserk is in his own zone. He is killing left and right. He feels like he is unstoppable. He has never killed so many men in all of his life. And that is being said when he has been in more battles than he can count with his fingers. But he has a mission, and that mission involves you. Therefore, he takes it very personally.

Ubbe "Where is Ivar?" He yelled when he realized that he had lost him in the midst of battle.

Hvitserk "More importantly, where is the queen?!" Ubbe looks up and finds your dragon's circling over the castle, so he puts two and two together and figures that you have to be close by.

Ubbe "The castle, let's go!"

They kill as they walk, not stopping for anything. They have to get to you, you have to be protected. When he finds you, you are fighting multiple men at once and so is Ivar. White Hair is battling his own men and he is struggling.

Hvitserk "Help White Hair, I'll help Y/n!" He screamed. Ubbe does just that, helping White Hair off the bloodied ground and back on his feet. While Hvitserk butchers your warriors who would just not give up. Once they are dead, Ivar looks over at his brother and thanks him with his eyes.

"Thyra is dead."

Hvitserk "She-"

"My father killed her." You move your head and gesture for Hvitserk to look behind you, where her body still lays. Once he saw her, he apologizes for your loss.

"He will die today, I am not leaving Wessex until I have him in my grasp."

Ubbe "WHERE IS THE KING?!" He hollered in a grizzley voice. You try to answer but a warrior comes up and knocks you to the ground with his shield. Everyone is caught off guard and your boys immediately kill and decapitate the warrior that knocked you off your feet. You fall so hard that you bump your head, and your vision goes blurry. You look around and make out your boys killing that warrior, but what they are doing is very unclear. You look up and see your dragon's fire down at the warriors who are attempting to burn down your ships. Dirt is being flung onto your face and your eyes struggle to stay open.

When your eyes finally reopen, you see Hvitserk carrying you into the castle. When he places you down, you see Ivar dragging your father's body into the castle. Ubbe, Rollo, White Hair and Rollo's personal guard are at the door, blocking anyone from coming in.

"How long was I out?"

Hvitserk "Long enough for Ivar to find the bastard and get him here."

Ivar "Honey, are you alright? Does anything hurt?"

"I'm going to have a little lump from the fall but I am alright. Is the battle over?"

Ivar smiles, "They have surrendered, my queen." Your emotions overflow in your head, making you cry out tears of joy and victory. That is until you see your father, clinging to life and bleeding on the marble floors of this kingdom. You get up and walk over to the man and kneel before him.

"Look at me, old man." He does not, "LOOK AT ME!" He jolts and looks up at his daughter. "Just answer me one thing. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you kill Thyra? Wh-why her?"

He coughs up blood as he laughs, "She made me do it."

"All she did was be my friend. And all you did was kill an innocent woman."

"I .. I am sorry, little one."

"Sorry, SORRY?" You take out your dagger and hold it to his chest. "You are not sorry. You are NEVER sorry. You are only saying what I want you to hear..so I spare your life. Isn't that right dad?"

"I have given you life. HAVE I NOT? I have given you the gift of magical creatures. HAVE I NOT?!" You take a step back from him and begin to tremble.

"You have given me those things father, that is true. But you have taken more things than you have given." He scuffs, "Do you not remember what you did to me as a child?"

"What thing's-"

"I was just a child," you choked on your tears, "I was just a little girl and you treated me like a grown woman!" Hvitserk holds onto the small of your back in attempts to comfort you. "I almost died, Father!"

"I wouldn't have let you died, stupid girl." He coughed, "You were far more valuable to me alive then dead." Ivar takes a few steps forward and lowers his torso so that he can look the man in the eyes.

Ivar "You watch your mouth," he growled, "before I remove your tongue." He spat.

"How does it feel to lose your kingdom to your daughter, hmm?" You said with your head held high.

He snickers, "Who said that I didn't let you win, little one?"

Ivar "My love, if you do not kill him, I will. I have had enough of his mouth."

"You think I am weak? You think I cannot kill him myself?"

Ivar "No, no not at all. I admire your strength. But allowing him to talk, allows him to slither his way back into your head." You know that he is right. So you pull your three men aside while Rollo and his men watch over the king.

"I think that we should prolong his death. He is already dying. Eldr's teeth pierced through his armor. You can hear his breathing starting to fade-"

Hvitserk "What are you saying?"

"I am saying...I want his death to be as horrific and agonizing as possible, for what he did to me and my family."

Ivar "So what would you say we do?"

"Bring him back with us, place him in the cave that your guards put me in when I first arrived. Ivar, if we starve him, remove his clothing so he feels the bitterness of winter on his skin...his death will be long and painful. He will beg for mercy."

Ubbe "He would beg for mercy.."

Hvitserk "And the cold will prolong his death. He will freeze from the inside if we do this."

Ivar "Good. And I will spend some quality time with my father-in-law..make sure he is enjoying his stay." He smirked. You know that Ivar meant that he would torture the man, and you love the sound of that. Sickening as it sounds for a daughter to say that about her father, if anyone deserves torture, its your father. "I am proud of you, my beautiful wife." He kisses your forehead before turning to White Hair.

Ivar "Prepare a ship! He is coming with us."

"No! No, no! Just kill me, PLEASE! Y/n, please!" He pleaded.

"Oh don't worry father, you will. Just not how you would like. Or should I say, how you would demand to die." You lean down to your father once more, "You are going to love Kattegat father, especially where you will be staying. It is just like the dungeon you and king Harald placed me in to wither away and die. Take him!" He begged and pleaded, he even apologized multiple times before White Hair placed him in the boat.

When you walk out of the doors, your best friend's body is still on the ground by the front entrance.

"I will bring her with me as well. I wish to give her the proper burial."

Hvitserk "Which ship do you wish for her to be on, princess?"

"Not a ship. Neith will bring her home. Just help me get her up there..please." He nods. Him and Ubbe swiftly got her on Neith's back and she flew off into the horizon. When you get out of the castle with Ivar by your side, you hear your name being chanted. You look up at Ivar with a confused look on your face, but all he has on his face is a pure, soft smile.

"They are thanking you, my love. You saved them from their ruler." Before you know it, the people of Wessex are before you and kneeling in praise. Among them, you spot Thyra's mother. Shs is bowing to you herself with just gratitude that it takes you aback. You walk towards her, take her hand in yours and beg for her to rise.

"Thank you for saving this kingdom, my sweet girl."

"I..I don't know what to say. I couldn't save your daught-"

"You have saved her life in more ways than one, Y/n. She loved you more than you could have ever known. Do not blame yourself for this tragedy. Because she was ready to move on to the next life." You burst into tears and she pulled you into a warm embrace as she cried with you. When she pulls back, she cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead.

"Thank you for saving this kingdom."

"I um..my dragon is taking her back to Kattegat, that is my husband and I's kingdom..I wish to give her a proper burial. You are more than welcome to join us, I know that she would want for you to be there." She nods and smiles.

"I would like that very much. Thank you. Thank you so much." You nod and turn around and find your husband standing close by, talking to the people. You introduce her to Ivar and explain to him that she will be joining them for the ceremony.

Ivar "You are more than welcome into our home miss-"

"Helga."

Ivar "Helga. Such a beautiful name."

Helga "Thank you kindly."

Ivar "This is my brother Ubbe, he will show you to our ships. We will join you shortly."

Ubbe "This way." She nods and takes Ubbe's arm. When she walked off with him, Ivar took your hand and rubbed it softly. Your bodies are splattered with blood but neither of you care.

"I can't believe she thanked me even though she lost her daughter today.."

Ivar "She knows that even though she lost her daughter, she gained a safe kingdom today."

"But who is to rule? My mother did not bare a son and I rule with you.."

Ivar "We will figure it out, my sweet. But right now, let's go home." You agreed and got into the ship with Ivar and Hvitserk while you let your two dragon's fly above. Today was a success. The kingdom of Wessex is technically under your rule. But you still have unfinished business to take care of. And that is your father. But sure enough, he will pay for what he has done and then you will finally be able to rest.

Ivar "Come here, my love. Rest now. You have done your duty as queen and shield maiden. Close your eyes," you rest your head on his shoulder, "I've got you. We will wake you when we are home. I love you."

"Love you." You mumbled. You did not realize how exhausted you were until your adrenaline died down and you were in Ivar's arms. Hvitserk sits down in front of you two and breathed out in relief that the battle was won and that they were all together and heading back to Kattegat.

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