#glory is fine revenge is more fun

[jules-and-rue-and-lexi-too]

"Glory's fine. Revenge is more fun."

Percy Jackson & The Olympians Dior Goodjohn as Clarisse La Rue S01.E02 - I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Percy Jackson Reverse Harem x Reader|| Chapter three

<<< Chapter Two

A lot has happened, Clarisse and her cabin mates. bullied you and Percy-

-Ok, they bullied Percy and didn't do anything to you because Ares has forbidden them.

And when she tried to speak to you, Percy flipped and 'bended' the toilet water, and attacked them.

And there you met Annabeth, who you think is very cool.

Maybe because you like Athena.

Right now, you are sitting beside Percy eating a muffin as Luke explains how he met Annabeth.

"Before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia."

"And what does that mean, forbidden?" the blond boy inquires.

"A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father any more."

You listen carefully to the explanation, feeling like your mother told you something like that before.

In a fairytale narration.

"And it held for a long time, until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia"

"Of course, it's always Zeus' fault, no surprise here" You mock and roll your eyes.

Luke chuckles before continuing.

"A forbidden kid attracts trouble. Monsters everywhere, it’s just a constant battle to stay alive."

You look at Percy, ignoring the rest of the speech

Just so you can focus on connecting the dots.

Percy can control water.

His father is the godly parent.

Percy is Poseidon's son even if he haven't claimed him yet.

"Oh my god, Percy"

The two boys turn to you.

"You still haven't found out who is your father...have you never paid attention to what Chiron told us in class about Greek gods"

You exclaim while Percy's eyes widens, Luke seems to understand what you are implying.

"You are bright, (Y/n)" the older demigod compliments you.

"Then do you know who is it?"

Before you could reply, a conch shell blows as Chiron begins speaking.

"Heroes… it’s time!"

You sigh, remembering that it is time for the flag capturing.

°°°

"This is your first time in capturing the flag and you said you are going to protect me?"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine"

Percy assures you, as he flosses.

"You are hopeless" you assert.

On the other hand, you gently pick up a lizard and start patting it.

Until Percy decides to cut in, and also pat the beautiful creature.

"It's so cute"

"I agree"

He looks at you the same moment your eyes meet his own.

Percy leans in slowly, ready to kiss you on the lips, closing his eyes.

Unfortunately for him, you playfully put the Lizard against his lips.

He opens his eyes quickly, backing away and wiping his lips.

"Why you do that?" Percy whines.

"I thought you said it was cute" you tease him.

Suddenly Clarisse comes in with her flag mates.

"Flag’s that way. It’s not here." Percy says.

"We know. Yeah, glory’s fine. Revenge is more fun."

Clarisse turns on her spear before staring directly at you.

"You should stay away from frauds like him, dear niece"

Chapter Four >>>

[waynes-multiverse]

Can I put in the request for Ben to “support the fine arts?” 🤣

A/N: Hahaha you may! Hope you have fun with this! Based on this drabble and this little ask 😝

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, smut (oral m), degrading, dirty talk, weird jealousy on both side, SB being a manipulative asshole

Word Count: 2.5k

Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles Masterlist

He Comes In Colors

The chatter in the classroom quiets down as your teacher, Mrs. Fournier, enters. You and your friends finish your sentences in hush and take your seats in front of your respective easels, not wanting to upset the strict, older lady again.

But instead of her usual cantankerous and bitter features, she sports an unusually bright smile and pinkly flushed cheeks today, still giggling like a schoolgirl over a crush and looking in the direction of the hallway as she walks to her desk.

Bashfully, she clears her throat and fights to regain her composure. “Class, we have a change of plans. I know we were supposed to devote our attention to the intricacies of nature today, but an opportunity presented itself we simply cannot pass up on. We have a very special guest this beautiful afternoon, who so graciously volunteered to be our model for this class.”

Your chest tightens slightly at her words, encumbered with a dark forewarning that settles in your gut. And as you catch a flicker of an all too familiar sage green kimono by the door, the bad omen in your belly only grows.

He wouldn’t dare, you think. Would he?

But you don’t have to answer your own question. Deep down you already know.

Of course, he would.

“Ladies and gentlemen, meet our model for today – the one and only Soldier Boy,” Mrs. Fournier introduces, and you watch with parted lips as your stupid boyfriend strides into the classroom with an even stupider grin.

Mrs. Fournier claps with vivid adoration, expecting the class to follow her lead, but you can’t bring yourself to give him more than an annoyed slow clap. You shoot him a glare, and the smirk directed at you tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He aims to get on your nerves. He wants you to be mad.

Now, you’re sure you’ve done something in the last couple of days to upset him, and this is his way to enact his revenge instead of talking to you like an emotionally intelligent human being. Because Ben’s a fucking petty child, and this is how he deals with his feelings.

Ben offers his most charming red-carpet smile. “Pleasure to be here and support the fine arts, Mrs.–”

“Fournier,” your teacher provides all too helpfully.

“Ah, like fornicate. I can remember that,” Ben quips with a flirtatious smirk, while you suppress the sudden urge to stab him with the sharp end of your paintbrush.

You half expect the French woman to be appalled by the dirty joke. But to your big surprise, your over-sixty teacher only giggles in response like a high school freshman when the quarterback winks at her in the hallway.

“It is such an honor to have you here in my classroom, Soldier Boy,” Mrs. Fournier raves with a blush haunting her cheeks. “You have been my favorite superhero ever since I was a little girl.”

“Oh, so only ten years, huh?” Ben flirts shamelessly, all the while sending you little glances that let you know that this is your punishment.

Do you have a clue yet what you did? Nope! And you suppose you will never find out. You just have to get through this.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

Soldier Boy devilishly rubs his palms together as he struts into the middle of the room, and with one flawless swing, he drops the robe and stands before you (and your classmates) in all his god-given glory. And boy, did God give – not only with two hands but probably with six or seven.

Mrs. Fournier gasps unabashedly with a palm on her weak heart and goddamn drool in your mouth, causing your frown only to deepen.

“Marvelous! Simply marvelous,” she rhapsodizes and is close to fainting. Of course, your boyfriend enjoys all this attention greatly. “It’s like staring at the statue of David!”

“Oh, please…” you mutter with a miffed scoff and roll your eyes back, but that only earns you a scolding glare from your teacher. You know then that showing your displeasure with the situation will only secure you a failing grade.

Ben then props his foot up on a little stool right in front of you, his cock hanging heavy and long between his muscular bow legs. And no, it’s not inflated to its full size but still as impressive and formidable as a lion king during a safari.

His gaze only sweeps across you before it lingers on your friend Alexander. There’s a cocky and yet threatening glint in your boyfriend’s eyes as he assesses the male next to you.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” Soldier Boy prompts daringly. Only your boyfriend could talk about his dick like that and not even feel an ounce of shame. “Don’t worry, squirt. I’m sure yours is just fine,” he adds, but you know he doesn’t mean it.

And then, suddenly, it dawns on you – why he has decided to infiltrate your art class.

Two nights ago, you went out with Alexander and a few other friends from class for drinks and didn’t invite Ben. Mostly because Ben is obnoxious when he meets new people and is a little too “old-school values” for your hipster friends. It would take ages alone to even explain all their different sexualities and pronouns to your last-century boyfriend. You just wanted one night for yourself, and you knew now that hurt his feelings.

You even felt a tiny bit bad and guilty but by far not enough to accept this current shit show he was delivering.

“Oh my, I don’t want to be too forward but may I–” Your teacher doesn’t finish her sentence, but her reaching hand is suggestion enough.

Soldier Boy chuckles amusedly. “Oh, you may,” he says but smirks at you as you gape at him in utter indignation. “What kind of hero would I be, if I said no? After all, this body belongs to every American citizen.”

And as Mrs. Fournier’s greedy palm stretches for your boyfriend’s perky buttcheek, something inside you snaps. You jump up from your seat, all wild and fuming, before you realize everyone is staring at you with wide eyes and confused brows. No one knows you’re dating him, so your upset seems completely unwarranted to everyone else in the room. Only Ben’s lips rise triumphantly.

“Be-… Soldier Boy,” you correct yourself and clear your throat, forcing a tight-lipped smile on your face. “A word, please?”

“Y/N, we’re in the middle of a class. Show our guest some respect,” your teacher demands chidingly.

But Ben soothes her anger with another charming smile. “Oh, absolutely no problem, beautiful,” he says and causes Mrs. Fournier to blush once more. “Y/N here is clearly an adoring fan, and I always have time for my fans.”

“Yes, I’m a huge fan. I’ve never met a real celebrity before. My grandma will be so thrilled when I tell her all about it,” you lie as dryly as possible. Honestly, you’re so pissed you can’t get yourself to act remotely convincing.

“We’ll be right back,” Ben excuses with a tight smile.

He quickly throws his robe back on and grabs your upper arm, ushering you outside. You want to stop in the hallway, but he drags you further and shoves you into a supply closet, closing the door a little too roughly.

“You know the rules: no fucking drama in public. It’s not good for my image,” he reminds you sternly, and you try not to scoff.

“How dare you say that after waltzing into my goddamn class? Ben, my education is serious. You don’t mess with that,” you point out angrily and fold your arms over your tits. “I don’t have time for your petty revenge.”

“Yeah, you never have fucking time,” he huffs scornfully.

“Is this because I didn’t invite you for drinks with my friends?” You cock an eyebrow, shooting him a knowing look.

“No, this is because you went out with that fucking empty nutsack in there,” he bites and points an angry finger at you. “And by the way, you’d be fucking lucky to show me off. I’m a fucking catch! Have you seen how those bitches fawned over me in there?”

“Who? Mrs. Fournier? That old hag hasn’t seen any action since the French Revolution. She’d fawn over a fucking trash bag,” you retort and watch Ben purse his lips dejectedly. You smirk a little at your win.

But you don’t want to antagonize him more. You can tell that you hurt his fragile ego with your rejection, and while he fucking annoys you and drives you incredibly mad sometimes, you’re still deeply in love with the idiot in front of you. He does have his sweet moments every once in a while. He comes in many colors, a whole palette of different shades.

“Look, uhm, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean to, okay? I don’t want you to be jealous. You have no reason to be, alright? I love you, asshole,” you tell him with a small smile.

“Fine, maybe I was a little jealous,” he admits after a beat. “But not of that scrawny twinkie in there.”

“Alright, maybe I was a little jealous, too,” you remark to make him feel better. “But not of that old French whore in there.” Ben snorts at that, chuckling. “So, do you forgive me and get the fuck outta my class now?”

Ben muses slyly and then grins. “I don’t think that apology was good enough.” Your brow draws into a deep frown at his words. Whatever has gotten into his mind now can’t be good. “They do say an apology is only worthy if it’s said on someone’s knees.”

You glare at him, your hands balling into furious fists by your side. “You gotta be kidding me…” you mutter and hiss through your teeth, “Ben, I’m not fucking blowing you in the supply closet of my school!”

Ben only shrugs carelessly. “Alright, guess I’ll have to ask Mrs. French Whore and see if she takes me up on my offer.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you grit.

“Oh, we both know I would, but I do prefer your beautiful and warm mouth, doll,” Ben smirks, letting each word roll off his tongue as his thumb pad reaches out and seductively traces your pink lips.

Instinctively, you suck his thumb into your mouth and massage it with your tongue, only widening his brash smile. As your eyes flicker down, you notice his rock-hard cock push through the fabric of the kimono and salute you. Your legs grow wobbly at the sight, your knees giving in with the urge to bend.

“Down,” he mouths, and you oblige without another protest, sinking to your knees in front of him.

You part your lips and stick your tongue out, ready to welcome his swollen tip. He fists his length and jerks his palm up and down a few times. He likes it to be as big as possible. He loves to see you struggle as you desperately try to fit all of him inside your tiny mouth.

His free hand lifts your chin, forces your eyes to find his as he guides his cock to your waiting mouth. He plops it on your tongue, heavy and thick, and lets it rest there for a second, gauging your reaction with a knowing smirk. You seal your lips around his weeping tip without question, your tongue swirling around it and dipping into the slit. You lick the salty precum with moans of pleasure, your hums sending vibrations up and down his length as your head begins to bob.

With each swallow you get closer to his pelvic bone, but Ben’s impatient and fists his hand into your hair. He roughly tugs and pulls you all the way down till your nose disappears in the little tuft of hair and tears stream down your cheeks as you cough for air.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Choke on my cock, you little slut,” he growls. His hips rock and find a rhythm as he thrusts inside you, hitting the back of your throat each time. “Fuck, that’ll teach you a lesson, won’t it? Who do you fucking belong to?”

He pulls you off his spit-drenched cock for the sole reason of replying. You look up at him as he expectantly meets your gaze with an arched eyebrow.

“You, daddy,” you reply on command.

He smirks in satisfaction and praises you, “There’s my good girl.” He tightens his grip on your hair and pushes back inside you. “Gonna send you back in with my cum all over you. Show those little pricks they can’t fucking touch what’s mine.”

As his hips gain speed, you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, feeling him swell on your tongue. Your jaw begins to ache, barely fitting his girth while his massive length drills relentlessly into your throat. Drool dribbles out from the sides of your mouth and mixes with your tears. Your mascara is nonexistent at this point and smeared all over your face.

And you know damn well, as soon as you walk back into class, everyone will know what you did.

“Such a good little whore for me,” Ben groans and pistons deeper once more, squeezing his eyes shut. You know it’s his telltale sign that he's close. “You’re such a fucking mess. Shit, gonna blow…”

He grunts as his hips stutter and his cock throbs in your mouth. He shoots hot ropes of cum down your throat, pulling out in the midst to paint your face with the rest. God knows he would never miss an opportunity to mark you. And when he’s done with his piece of sublime artwork, he smirks down at you, all self-satisfied and proud.

But then a bit of sweetness returns as he holds out his hands and helps you back on your feet. He gently tucks and brushes your hair back into place before snatching a roll of paper towels from the rack of art supplies behind you. He thoroughly cleans your face, removing any evidence of his deed, and kisses your hairline like you’re his most prized possession when he’s finished.

“There, all done, doll.” Ben’s smile makes you blush as he cups your cheeks. “No one will be the fucking wiser.”

As the two of you saunter back inside, no one seems to suspect anything. You get back to your original seat, while Ben invents some silly excuse to get out of his naked commitment.

But then Alexander tilts his head at you with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, his finger pointing at his own cheek. “Y/N, uhm, I think you have something there. Oh, uhm, is that…”

He doesn’t finish as your eyes widen and your cheeks redden in embarrassment. Your shocked gaze darts to your boyfriend as he lingers by the door. With one last cunning smirk, he winks at you and heads out.

Yes, your boyfriend surely comes in many colors – and most of them are dark.

And yes, you bet your ass Ben was crushing hard on Mrs. Fournier 😂 Hope you enjoyed this!

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[padfoot-lupin77]

“Yeah glory is fine. Revenge is more fun” cut to s5 Clarisse dragging the dead drakon who killed her best friend because she chose pride over glory but in the end the only option was revenge

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 6

you saw me as someone worth saving.

i didn’t want what happened to change the way you saw me.

we’re gonna get through this. we kind of have to.

sometimes our mistakes follow us.

in fact, i did not start out a bad person.

glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.

as usual, i make the wrong decision.

i was scared. i’m just tired of being scared. 

all that rage is bad for your complexion. 

you are so sweet and naive and dumb.

curious. how many more rock bottoms are you going to have to hit before you start taking care of yourself?

i used to think a lot of shit matters.

talking makes things real. and real things end.

i wanted to be a part of your world. but i didn’t know your world was like this. 

i’m so sick of people telling me who i am.

the guilt of it all. what are we supposed to do with that? 

i don’t want to be afraid anymore.

it’s like i always used to need someone else to make me feel whole. 

you didn’t let me down.

you’re this fiery, passionate person.

we’re working to stop the monsters and to stop people from turning into monsters.

it’s important to have an exit plan that’s more than just an exit.

maybe it’s not so bad when you’re the one holding the knife.

at least i know who i am.

i’m nobody’s guiding light.

i don't belong to anybody.

i was alone. surrounded by people, but still alone.

rise and shine, we’re in hell. 

this is the worst it’s been. that feeling in the pit of my stomach.

you’re going dark on me again.

if you’re bullshitting me, i don’t care.

i never wanted to be the bad guy.

why did anyone ever do shit for me when all i ever did was let them down?

look at you, always standing in my fucking way.

your memory is like… lethally selective.

what if we end up making each other freaking miserable?

what if i hurt you? i’ve hurt people before. very badly.

for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.

you’re the future, kid. never forget that. 

i guess i just want it to make some kind of sense.

however this plays out, i’m seeing it through with you.

you’ve done a lot, no question. but there is always more.

you believed in me when i didn’t.

this may shock you, but not everyone here likes you.

this place makes you face your demons or something, and turns out, your demons are really fucking ugly.

maybe in the end it’ll be me and you trying together. 

maybe it makes me selfish. i don’t think it makes me wrong.

there’s a whole world out there for you. go. fight for it. be brave.

i'm talking the greater good. doesn't always have to be what's best for everybody.

it doesn’t matter how shitty they are. it still fucks you up when they’re gone.

sometimes, someone comes into your life at just the right moment, you know?

stop being mad at me for wanting a different future.

you’re not like the others. but you know that, don’t you?

this isn’t pressure. it’s winning. 

i want a life where we can just… be. 

the worst has already fucking happened. i don’t think i’ve got it in me to be that scared about something that could be good.

we can’t save anyone until we save ourselves.

if you’re with me, i need you to say it.

what gives you the right to choose who lives and who dies?

i don’t know how this is going to end or what happens to me, but for whatever it’s worth, i am with you. 

why am i always doing bad things in your dreams?

you don’t trust anybody else to take care of things.

enough people have died. 

tell me you didn’t kill anyone. if you say it, i’ll believe you.

thank you for believing in me. 

i don’t wanna die.

i was just following your lead the whole time. we all were.

i’m not a hero. i’m just helping a friend.

i don’t think this is goodbye. 

you need someone to help get you there, and you have to get there.

i’m sorry you met me, but i’m glad i got to know you. i’ll never forget you.

can’t i just blame everything on my mother and be done with it?

the whole world’s haunted.

i did monstrous things. 

you’re happy. which you’re allowed to be, in case you didn’t know.

just because someone saved your life doesn’t mean you have to live the rest of it for them.

it is not up to you to carry everyone else.

put your trust in other people. in me.

sometimes, helping hurts like hell.

i just wish sometimes i had a map to figure you out.

it’s a crazy world out here, full of people who sometimes disappoint us, but it’s damn beautiful.

i’m sorry. small words for something so big.

what do you live for? living takes effort now, it takes everything. those still alive have their reasons.

the world is nothing without hope.

think about what you want. what you truly want.

the bad things we do must be done. we carry that burden so the others don’t have to.

i’m gonna screw with your life just like the way you did with mine.

this place, it’s safe. it’s good for everybody.

we take what we got, and we make it work.

they changed the game, so we change how we play.

oh my god, you killed him.

[inbrightestdays]

Glory is fine. Revenge is more fun.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

"glory is fine, revenge is more fun" if Clarisse is not Achilles how do you explain this huh

[firerose]

“ glory is fine, revenge is more fun“

we are gonna remember that line when we get to Selinas death scene………

and we are gonna hear Clarisse scream again…………..

[kajawrites]

🔱 "I BECOME SUPREME LORD OF THE BATHROOM" assorted dialogue from s1 e2 of percy jackson and the olympians. feel free to change pronouns as needed.

' where am i? '

' you drool when you sleep. '

' it's okay. you're safe. '

' i know this isn't easy, but i wanna talk about it. '

' i think i really need that right now. '

' is that really all you have to say to me? '

' this all seems totally normal and reasonable. '

' why must you ruin everything? '

' great care was taken to get you here. '

' even now, he still wants nothing to do with me. '

' what am i even doing here? '

' there's no place for me here. '

' i know you feel powerless, but you're not. '

' all will reveal itself in time. '

' look, if you're here to give me a hard time, just do it tomorrow? i can't do any more today. '

' i heard what happened to you on the hill, and i just wanted to say that i'm really sorry. '

' the truth can be very dangerous if it isn't handled carefully. '

' i don't wanna lie to him anymore. '

' he left you here. left you with nothing. '

' you want what's been taken from you. '

' you want justice. '

' for the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else. '

' why do they get to bring us here, just to ignore some of us? '

' spend too much time trying to figure out why the gods do whatever it is they do. '

' look, you want attention around here, dummy? you better be ready for it when it comes. '

' you can't force the gods to do anything. '

' is there a greek god of disappointment? maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid. '

' ignoring me is one thing, but he doesn't get to ignore you. '

' i'm gonna make him come down here. '

' i'm gonna make him see me. '

' i'm gonna make him see us both. '

' some kids gotta learn the hard way, huh? '

' i can explain. '

' are you stalking me? '

' well, i've been waiting to see if something like this would happen. '

' we've been family ever since. '

' there will be no maiming and no killing. '

' not you, sunshine. you're with me. '

' i'm fine, thanks. but i appreciate you standing there, you know. silently. '

' you still don't get where you fit into all this, do you? '

' glory's fine. revenge is more fun. '

' not bad, hero. '

' were you here the whole time? '

' you were here the whole time, and you didn't help me? '

' what is wrong with you? '

' your dad's calling. '

' good luck finding 'em, 'cause it ain't gonna be me. '

' the fate of the world hangs in the balance. '

' if you can find her there, i think you can bring her back. '

' when do we leave. '

[calliopevault]

Episode 1 + 2 Favorite Lines

Here are my favorite top 10 lines from this two last episodes.

1

“Poseidon has ignored me my entire life.”

“You're his son.”

“I am Sally Jackson's Son!”

2

“You have been claimed by Poseidon. Earthshaker, Stormbringer. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon.”

3

“You drool when you sleep.”

4

“Hold fast. Brave the storm.”

5

“You're not broken. You're singular. You're a miracle. And you're my son.”

6

“Thalia didn't make it. Annnabeth and me... we did. And we've been a family ever since.”

7

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

8

“Yeah glory is fine. Revenge is more fun.”

9

“I'm Annabeth.”

“Are you stalking me Ananbeth?”

“Yes.”

10

“I'm Percy Jackson. I'm new here.”

“Peter Johnson is here!”

[tagthescullion]

I'm not convinced about clarisse's "glory's fine, revenge is more fun" line, I mean, in TLT clarisse is blinded by her need for revenge, but she gets pissed when she loses, implying she didn't realise she was being used, in the show she gave up the game, she knew she was going to lose. And in SoM she cares a LOT about glory and her father's recognition, so that's a bit against her character, isn't it?

[a-dragons-drabbles]

“Yeah, glory’s fine. Revenge is more fun.”

OMFG that’s so Clarisse and it’s so me snd I love it

[theircurse]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @diverse-hearts-ocs asked: glory’s fine. revenge is more fun. - Daichi

↳ -: ☆ ( random sentence prompts ) ☆ :-

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏 that could get past their ability like Dazai - san could. It wasn't even something ' special ' like nullificationㅤ—ㅤit was simply the wretched ability to cause PAIN WITHOUT BLOOD. There had to be some way to get past that abilityㅤ—ㅤor better yet, some way to KILL this man altogether. They just hadn't thought of a good method yet.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤA look of disgust paints itself across the child's face as they stare at the man. REVENGEㅤ—ㅤwhat did this man need revenge for ? He was the one hurting peopleㅤ—ㅤif anything; people should be wanting revenge against this man !

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤHow stupid can you be ? Someone like you doesn't NEED revenge !ㅤ❜

[doks-aux]

A third BellHands AU snuck up on me because I want to put these fuckers in every scenario possible.

This one shares a fairly identical backstory to the Prince of Hands AU with events deviating during “The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well.” Ed and Stede arrive at the party to find they aren’t the only pirates to be playing at high society as Sam Bellamy and some of his crew have infiltrated the festivities with the intention of robbing it blind. They agree to mostly hold off until Ed’s done having his fun, and between their con and Frenchie and Olu’s, everyone is extra poor and humiliated before the whole thing goes up in flames.

Sam sends his crew back to the Whydah while he hitches a dinghy to the Revenge because he wants to see Ed’s new project and Stede’s all excited to spend time with another famous and approachable pirate. Or maybe they agree that Sam will pop over to visit in the morning, so Sam’s presence doesn’t potentially disrupt the “you were fine things well” moment. Idk. I mostly just have the set-up figured out. The point is wanting to explore what Izzy might do if he had someone he could confide in or even distract him somewhat from his concerns and troubles and if dueling Stede might be avoided altogether if there was someone there to keep him a little more level.

Episode 5 left Izzy in a pretty frazzled, vulnerable place, so I just want to shove Sam in all his bright-eyed, tail-wagging, falling-over-himself-to-be-Izzy’s-rock glory in his corner.

[helloimjennsco]

Change of Pace

Chapter 1: A savior comes from out the skies in answer to their pleas

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Queen Anne’s Revenge needed a new drummer.

Jack had stormed out in a huff three months ago after another in a long line of screaming matches with Izzy over not overpowering the guitars and hadn’t returned. Izzy insisted he’d come crawling back eventually, but Ed had his doubts. Fang was doing a bang up job as a temporary stand in at their latest gigs, but Ed could tell from the way he looked over at his guitar case at practice with a longing sigh that they couldn’t go on like this for much longer.

After exhausting their network and coming up empty, even Izzy agreed that it was time to do what they never expected a band of their stature to ever have to do again—they booked a local venue for the day and held open tryouts.

It went about as well as they expected, which was badly. The usual suspects turned out in droves—teenage metalheads with passion and the beginnings of skill who weren’t quite there yet; aging rockers aiming to recapture their glory days by dusting off their rusty rhythm skills. There’d been a few promising options: a tattooed 25-year old with blue hair and solid skills, but a pop-punk background. A solemn, middle-aged Latina woman who kept incredible time but played too softly. But with only an hour left, Ed was about ready to call it. They’d tried.

He’d stepped back in from a smoke break and heard Izzy’s voice, sharp with irritation, punctuated by a softer, higher pitched voice that sounded confused at first before shifting to match Izzy’s tone. He rounded the corner for a closer look.

Izzy stood with his back to him, hands on his hips before the last man Ed would have ever expected to turn up at an open audition for a metal band. The man was tall, blond, and good-looking, dressed in the slim cut jeans and and polo shirt of an off-duty dad. His immaculate Vans high tops and the well-worn drumsticks clutched in his fist, however, suggested he knew exactly what he was here for. Ed stepped forward, clearing his throat, and both men’s eyes snapped over to him.

“What’s going on, Iz?” Ed asked.

Fang & Ivan had left around 15 minutes ago when it didn’t look like anyone else was coming, but he regretted sending them home now—would have been nice to have some backup, judging from the ‘get a load of this fucking guy’ look Izzy just shot him.

“THIS guy says he’s here to tryout for drums. And as I already explained to him,” Izzy said, glaring back at the now affronted-looking blond man, “tryouts are now closed. So piss off, you’re too late.”

“The flyers said tryouts ended at six,” the man pouted. Adorable, Ed thought.

“Izzy, c’mon,” Ed sighed. “The flyers did say six, and he’s already here. Don’t be a dick.”

Ed turned to look back at the blond man, whose eyes now glowed with the hope of a golden retriever staring down a snack. “I’m Ed,” he said, extending a hand. “What’s your name?”

The man smiled at him, wide and dazzling, and took Ed’s hand in his impossibly soft one for a solid handshake. “Hi, I’m Stede.”

“Steve?”

“Er, no, STEDE, actually. With a D.” The apologetic set to his mouth now suggested that this was something he had to say a lot.

“My bad, man,” said Ed with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Stede. You been drumming long?”

Stede’s eyes lit up in excitement. “Only a few years, but I’ve had a lot of time on my hands since the divorce. Plenty of time to practice when the kids are at their mother’s.”

Ed ignored the swoop of disappointment in his gut that attended Stede’s words and hitched his smile up higher in response. “Well, I’m excited to see what you have to show us today. You like metal, then?”

Stede looked thoughtful. “Not at first, admittedly. But I found out fairly quickly that it’s the most fun to play, so I’ve been broadening my horizons a bit more lately.” Izzy scoffed from behind him—Ed ignored him.

“That’s fine,” said Ed pointedly. “S’not a requirement.”

Stede looked a little embarrassed nevertheless, twisting his drumsticks nervously in his hands. “I know I don’t exactly look the part,” he said softly, “but I really do love playing. I’d like to play with you and your band, if you’ll have me. It’s…always been a dream of mine.”

“You and every other boring middle-aged fuck we’ve seen today,” Izzy grumbled, not quite low enough for it to count as ‘under his breath.’ Ed shot him a glare and he held up his hands in mocking surrender before crossing them in a huff. Ed turned back to Stede.

“I’d love to see you play,” said Ed, clapping him warmly on the shoulder. He was surprisingly solid under that dorky, but expensive-feeling polo shirt. Ed settled into the chair by the sound booth and gestures for Stede to climb the stairs to the stage and sit behind the drum kit.

“What song are you playing?” Ed asked. “I’ll queue it up.” Izzy sidled up next to him, opening his mouth to speak before—

“Painkiller by Judas Priest, please.”

The words died on Izzy’s lips, his sneer dropping into a look of pure shock before shifting into indignation. “There’s no fucking way you can play that fucking song,” Izzy snarled.

“I assure you I can,” Stede sniffed primly.

“Bold choice there, mate,” Ed said, hiding his surprise only a little better than Izzy had. “Excited to hear what you do with it.” Ed found the track and hit play. And then Stede…well, there was no other word for it.

He transformed.

His charming, affable face went steely with focused resolve and, for the first time since his arrival, he went completely still. He launched into the famously difficult drum intro with furious precision—

—and absolutely fucking nailed it.

Ed’s jaw dropped. Out of the corner of his eye, he was dimly aware of Izzy doing the same. But he wasn’t watching Izzy. He was watching a hot, blond, rich suburbanite-looking dad named Stede play the absolute shit out of the drums.

Stede didn’t miss a single beat for the entire six minutes. His brow furrowed with concentration, swaying his entire body with feeling, making it all look effortless. He even scaled back the volume during the guitar solos—it was exactly what they needed from Jack and never got. When he finished the blistering closing drum solo, he exhaled, long and low, and flashed Ed his charmingly lopsided grin once more.

“So?” He asked, pleased but anxious. “What did you think?”

Ed didn’t even look at Izzy before replying—“You’re in.”

“But—“ Izzy started.

“I’ll text you the rehearsal schedule.”

Stede’s smiled, another wide, sunny number that made Ed’s mouth go dry. “I suppose you’ll need my number for that, hey?”

Oh, now that was a look, wasn’t it? Ed felt a glimmer of hope return to him.

Ed met Stede’s glittering hazel eyes with a knowing smirk. “Suppose I will.”

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This was originally a twitfic that I then posted to AO3 because Twitter is sinking into the sea. Now I’m posting it here as well! Come say hi, I’m metavenhorst on AO3 and Twitter.

P.S. there’s also an excellent podfic of the first two chapters by @lindie-kninjaknitter !!

[siremasterlawrence]

Sex Therapy V 1.1

Part 1 - 2

Previously on this station my work at night is to help to Superhero’s but during the day well I hav other plans.

David walks into his apartment bedroom in an especially prissy mood slamming the door shut behind it.

“DAMN Iiiiitttttt” he shouts throwing his cell phone to the ground upon the impact it rings.

“Hell?” He picks it up to no response as the cellphone heats up and he drops it again.

The room glows up in a sea of blue covering it entirely then fades leaving only an abandon door.

The door swings open revealing me in all my awesome glory and it all comes back.

“I remember you…the therapist”

“You…told me too…you made me”

“I made you do what?”

“I embarrassed my girlfriend, we fought and I kicked her out.”

“I don’t see the issue, what seems to be your gripe with me?”

“I have more than quite few problems with you.”

Part 3 - 4

“Ugh! Fine here we go again Mr. fix”

“Same song nee tune”

“I help you admit, do what pleasures you “

“Why would you do that?”

“You want to be free, you want me to aire”

“Dispense with the trickery”

I shake my head with a loud thud onto the couch I snap into existence and to his shock.

“Really? Do I continuously need to explain who I am?”

“No! You are my alien therapist from a new timeline ?”

“What do you seek in return?”

“A bit of fun, kink and revenge”

Part 5 - 6

It is the span of minutes I snap my fingers once more causing a magical rainbow over the room.

“You are in a safe space”

“Take off your pants”

“What? No”

“Remove them NOW!”

“Ok…ok fine”

“Spread your legs”

“Good boi”

“Mmmmmm”

“Feel up that couch “

“Enjoy each and every crevice “

“Till it consumes the whole form and ting crevices of your mind.”

Part 7 - 8

“Ssssshhhhhh…quiet now”

“No…..iiiiiii”

“This my cock now”

“My….your cock “

“Good boi”

“My chest”

“My body “

“Nooooooo!”

“Yyyyyyeeeeessss”

“Bastard “

“Oh you hate me huh?”

“I’ll fuck you instead

Part 9 - 10

“Ooooohhhhhhh Ggggggooooooodddddd”

“You could never resist”

“None of three hundred times “

“What? Who?”

“It’s too much for you brain “

“Tick tock”

“Too dumb to talk”

“Yezzz”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Dumbfuck”

“I am”

“Hawt”

The end