#i was mainly thinking of Homelander when I typed this

[slasher-smasher]

There is something sexy/exciting about having a normal character (be it platonic or romantic) that has so much control over a God like/powerful being character because of how important they are to them. That "average joe" character, not even aware of how much power they have at their fingertips through the other character, just makes me wanna kick my feet. The powerful character would do anything for their person.

Having the ability to burn the world down or even better yet, to be able to run to this rampaging God and in the middle of all the blood and chaos you just hold them and say " Stop. Please, it's ok now. I'm here." The killing machine immediately relaxes and wants you safe and happy.

Don't get me started on the God-like/powerful character having a child as their most important person. Get fucked if you make that child cry or hurt.

[mjanelupinblack]

starving creatures | chapter one 🖤

pairing: xu minghao x reader // jun x reader (mainly lol)

description: starving creatures have arrived at your homeland in forks. little do you know, they not only intend to drain the blood out of you... they'll also to break your heart in two.

genres: slowburn (please bare with me), fluff, angst, vampire!au

warnings: blood drinking, lot of blood related themes, repressed emotions, family issues, miscommunication, kinda toxic friendship with cheol? blood and smut will be mixed. emotionally and physically starved vampires oops. did i mentioned blood?

minors dni!!!

fic playlist 🖤

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: like i said, slowburn as f*ck. you'll have to wait to have fun with jun and hao but it'll be worth it if you bare with me. also i am having so much fun writing this omg ^_^ english isn't my first language and i don't have beta readers so kind feedback is welcome <3

CHAPTER 1

Joshua Hong had been the first for many things in his life: the firstborn, the first brother to complete his education, the first student among his classmates to perform a solo surgery, and one of the first doctors to try chloroform for his medical procedures, as anesthesia wasn't nearly as developed as it is now.

He was also the first one to be turned.

No other outcome could have been expected. People like him - young, enthusiastic, seemingly blessed by the gods - had to have some divine punishment waiting for them. Josh's penance would be to live forever with his luck... and to have it slowly fade into misfortune.

As a doctor, he never thought life could be eternal. He had witnessed all types of miracles at Paris Salpêtrière, but no soul had ever gotten to escape the sweet lullabies of death. At first, he felt terrible about it. Doctor Pierre had told him to get used to it, as God only gives special treatment to his friends. Little did he know, Pierre was a close friend of Him. He didn't notice it until he found himself digging a blade into his tutor's jugular vein.

No pulse could be found, but Pierre's breaths were still steady.

"Let's go, Josh! Everything's packed!" Vernon shouted as he got into the driver's seat.

"Do we really have to go through this again?" Jun complained, as if it would change anything. For the last time, he stared at the California house that had been their home for the past ten years.

He always got too attached.

"C'mon, man, you know it's better this way," Vernon replied.

From the passenger seat, Joshua looked at them. Minghao rubbed his brother's back and gently pushed him into the car despite his deep and frustrated sighs. This might be the worst part. But upon reflection, the worst part might also involve the one where locals started noticing their lack of aging, leading him to search for a new town.

"Jun, you can't be mad..." Vernon tried.

"Hum, yes, I can be mad," Jun countered. "And I can't believe you all think it's possible to move from California to this nowhere town."

"This 'nowhere town' is called Forks, alright? And it's your new home, so you better get used to it."

Nowhere Town. That's a good name, as it reflected all the peace Joshua had been praying for since Junhui and Minghao joined his and Vernon's odd nomadic, supernatural-like lifestyle.

"It's always cloudy there. You'll get to hang out more often with your friends."

"Sorry, what friends?" Jun asked sarcastically.

"You'll make friends eventually, Jun. Stop whining," Minghao said.

You didn't believe Forks was the best town in the world either. The landscape, always covered by mist and the ground sticky wet from the most recent storm, looked exactly as it did when you were born. You finished cleaning the house an hour before the awaited arrival. The large windows were all cleaned, not a single stain preventing passersby from catching a glimpse inside.

The house was empty for now, as it had been since the heartbreaking death of the previous inhabitants. You sat by the porch, trying to catch your breath and wondering what the new family looked like. Were they old? Were they nice? Certainly, they wouldn't want anyone to disturb them, otherwise, they would have chosen to live closer to the town center.

Surrounded by trees and animals, your aunt's house was known for attracting people who appreciated solitude.

That's the first thing you learned about Minghao.

There is a van approaching from a distance. The new renters arrived half an hour earlier than you planned. You stand up quickly, shaking the dirt off your pants when, for the first time, you see his face.

You won’t be able to forget that face.

"Y/N, right? We talked on the phone yesterday," one of the guys says. There are four of them now. By his introduction, you supposed you are talking to Mr. Chwe.

"Yes! It's so nice to meet you all, Mr. Chwe."

You shake his hand, surprised to find Mr. Chwe, a doctor, looks more like a student who just pulled an all-nighter.

He also has the temperature of an old man.

"Just Vernon, please," he said.

You had a speech planned, but right now you're having trouble remembering what you were going to say. There's a man behind Vernon who looks at you with tender and compassionate eyes. You assume he's Joshua, the one who responded to your emails.

"I'm so sorry my aunt couldn't make it today. As I told you, she's been sick. It would be difficult for her to climb all the way up here. I'll give you the tour, if you're comfortable with it."

Vernon shows his understanding. The same goes for Joshua, who breaks into a sincere smile and thanks you for being so attentive. It's almost as if they're acting like parents. And then, there are the kids...

"Actually, I'm tired. I'm sure we can figure out the house ourselves."

"I could really use some sleep."

"We've stayed in bigger houses anyway."

"Jun, Hao... Enough of that."

Jun and Hao; you're not sure which one takes your breath away more. With their silky, white, shoulder-length hair, they stand in the woods like fairies in a fairytale.

But you imagined fairies to be... more polite, perhaps.

"It's okay. It must have been a long ride for them. I'll leave you to rest." You tranquillize Mr. Chwe with a smile, but think, Morons, in your head.

Almost as if he heard what you said, Jun's face contorts in a gesture that appears both surprised and offended.

"Do you all see that little house right there?" you ask, pointing down into the distance past the trees. "That's where I live. Just call me if you need anything. We're the only neighbors you have around, besides the Boo Family. Oh, and I almost forgot. They asked me to leave you a present since they won't be able to come and say hello today. I left it inside."

"A present?" Minghao asks, his forehead furrowed and a fucked up temper. It's as if you'd just left a bomb or something in their kitchen.

You feel small under his gaze.

"Yes... it's just a beautiful mirror."

•••

Vernon was the second one to get turned.

He graduated from uni, having already killed a man. He tasted his blood, vomited to stop feeling sick, but then got the imperious need to drink from him again.

“Who the hell is this Boo Family?” Jun asks once they get to the house. The mirror is still covered in the living room. There’s no use in unwrapping it as they can’t use it anyways.

“Some old friends.” Vernon answers, face paler than usual.

He made a vow to never to steal a life again. No matter how hungry he was, no matter how weak he could get, he had a strong set of values he planned to spend the rest of his non-desired eternity with, even if people told him it wasn’t the natural thing to do.

“Explain yourself.”

“No explanation needed… Just go to your room, Jun.”

“Are you grounding me or something? I thought we were over with all this weird family shit.”

“I could be your grandfather, how is that weird to…”

“Boo Seungkwan is the man who brought Vernon into this life, okay?” Joshua explains.

Josh had been his mentor. Studying hard for his degree, Vernon was only seven years younger than him and had a mind full of dreams. One of them was to become a doctor as brilliant as Joshua, which, after a lot of sacrifice, he did. But he never thought his desire to be like Joshua would put him into a world so dark and twisted. When he said he wanted to be like Joshua, he never imagined… this.

“There’s your answer.” Vernon says.

He wouldn’t have endured sane this long without Joshua as a friend.

“Don’t worry, mate, we are leaving this place.”

The house is big. Of course, they lived in much larger houses than your auntie’s, as Jun said. But this house… There is wood covering the walls and enormous trees blocking the sunlight from the windows.

Vernon asks himself, is it always going to be like this?

Will Josh and he finally be able to take daytime shifts? Will they be able to walk around town without having to worry about deadly eruptions on their skins?

Sunglasses and long sleeves, then they are ready to go. The offer is tempting.

“There’s no need.”

“What do you mean?” Joshua asks in disbelief.

“I mean… We already paid the girl.”

“And she can keep the money. We’re leaving.”

Jun seems thrilled. What will their new location be? Bahamas? Maybe France? Oh, he loves pain au chocolat! Now it is gonna be great.

“I want to give it a try, Josh,” Vernon says, much to Jun’s disgrace. “Yejin is dead. And there’s no other reason for the Boo family to attack me again.”

“Yejin? Like your ex-friend Yejin?” Minghao asks.

“More like the maniac, out-of-her-mind-obsessed-with-Vernon, Yejin.” Joshua corrects.

“How did you know about her, Hao?”

“I might have stumbled upon your diaries once. But then we moved, and I don’t know where you hide them anymore. So I’m kinda stuck in the middle of the tale.

“Well, well, well… Looks like we know very little of each other to be part of the same family, Mr. Chew. Or should I call you Doctor?”

Jun disappears from the room, not caring for Joshua, who wants to say something to him. Even if he couldn’t move at this dazzling speed, he would’ve been able to escape the situation with equal grace.

That’s the way he is.

“Welcome to Forks, then.”

•••

“So… the new renters are a piece of shit.” your friend Cheol says. It's nice to catch up after a whole summer apart, not seeing or hearing anything from him.

Your ankles ache from the cold wind that bites as you walk the last stretch to school.

“That’s not what I said,” you explain. “The doctors were very nice to me. But the young ones… This guy Jun was in a terrible mood and treated everyone like shit. The other brother was…”

Threatening? But gut-wrenchingly beautiful? Eyes so deep like sinking ships after crashing with an iceberg?

“…a bit serious, I don’t know. When the doctors asked me if there was a highschool nearby, I thought I'd get to make some friends.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough of a friend?”

Okay, that was a low blow and you need to respond to it.

“The whole summer you went missing. So yes, at some point your friendship felt short for me.”

Many years of friendship taught you that you can open up with Cheol whenever you feel sad or lonely. You arrive at school and identify some of the friends he spent the whole summer with. A sight escapes your mouth. You love the guys, but you kinda wish your alone time with Cheol would have lasted longer.

And he notices.

“We can hang out later. Just you and me,” he promises, grabbing both of your hands. “We can sneak and spy on this jackasses’ house. Then you’ll watch them nose-picking and realize they’re not that big of a deal.”

“Voyeurism? That 's the date?”

Cheol pinches your nose in between his fingers and smiles playfully. Same old smile. Same old gesture that makes you feel safe. Even after a whole summer of not knowing what the hell is going on in his head.

“I know you. Don’t act like you don’t like to get into other people’s lives.”

Touché. You admit there’s a certain rush of adrenaline growing in your veins whenever you think about getting into your new renters’ intimacy. There's a certain power that comes with knowing about other people's secrets. Even when you don’t plan to use any of those against them.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I take it as a yes.”

“Take it as a maybe I'd rather go grab some coffee and not do such creepy things!”

You hit your friend in the arm playfully. When they see you coming, the gang welcomes you with a hug and some cheering. Hoshi tells you about how your best friend drank his blood’s weight in beer and none of the parties were near as entertaining as when you are there to join them.

You don’t believe him. You know he’s only saying this to make you feel better. But you have nothing against white lies when they serve their purpose.

“Maybe invite me next time?” you say, knowing that you are asking for the impossible.

Soonyoung looks at Dino, who answers without saying a word. Cheol pulls you closer to him. Silent and almost surrounding you with his arms.

“I really don’t think you’d like it,” Soonyoung says. “Plus you’ve been busy training, from what I heard.”

Of course. Training. You are not sure what Soonyoung must have heard about it, or who he must have heard it from. But this summer, you have been leaving your house at five in the morning everyday with the intention of running your sacred five miles before seven a.m—or whatever number of miles you could do before starting to feel like you’re about to pass out. It has been awesome; wind whipping your skin and not a single thought crossing your head. Just a pleasant sensation of hurt that would leave your legs shaking and your mind blank.

After that, you’d return home just in time to give your auntie her meds.

And then you’d like to run away again.

“Are you getting into a competition or something?” Dino asks.

“Nah. I was just doing it to clear my mind. But who knows… I’m fast.”

“Maybe I could help your train then”

Around the corners, or maybe even a couple of blocks away, there’s a soul with the extramundane ability of hearing your thoughts and sayings with just the gaze of your silhouette.

“Hum… who the hell are you?” Seungcheol asks him.

He wasn't there just minutes ago. You must have been too lost in your own thoughts as the sight of your neighbor makes your heart skip a beat.

Maybe he wants you to introduce him?

“Guys, this is Jun. My auntie rented the house to his family, so he and his brother are new here.”

“Great way to introduce yourself, mate. You’re an asshole, from what I heard?”

You step over your friend’s foot, hoping to subtly silent him. Damn, Seungcheol has a big mouth.

“Actually, I’m here to apologize,” Jun says, much to your surprise. And then he looks at you like no one else is there. “My manners weren’t the best. We had a long trip from California so I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“California? You’re a ghost, man.”

Ignoring Soonyoung’s comment, your neighbor continues trying to apologize.

“I just wanted to let you know that whatever neighborly thing you need, you can count on my family and me.”

Just by the way they’re silent, analyzing every bit of him but actually finding nothing, you can tell that the guys already hate Jun without even knowing him.

And for that, you feel relieved.

“Thank you, Jun. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.”

•••

You live in a place so different than Mr. Chwe and Mr Hong’s new house. It only has a few rooms; none of them fancy and only spacious enough for you to sleep and change in there. The little wooden cabin remains hidden in between the trees, all of them prominent enough to prevent your house from being in plain sight. Rain has to make an effort to fall in between thick leaves. And if it wasn’t because of the oscillating movement of your auntie’s chair, Joshua would´t have found it.

He has always been a good neighbor. It’s a signature part of the made up story he tells about himself every time his life changes. So there he is, standing on the porch of your house with a basket of freshly baked cookies in hand. He expects to find you there and maybe ask you a couple of questions about the Boo family and your relationship with them.

“You didn’t have to” you say, receiving the basket in your hands with guilt wrinkling your eyebrows. “Really. I feel terrible. I don’t have anything to give you in return.”

“You’ve given more than enough. This is just a thank you. To you and your aunt.”

Some persistent raindrops have started to pierce through the trees.

“Come in, I insist” you say, opening the door fully even though it’s kinda messy inside. You haven’t found the time to clean up and embarrassment shows in the crimson red of your plumpy cheeks. “You won’t make it to the lodge before the rain. And I was about to make some coffee to warm up anyways.”

Joshua knows perfectly that he will be able to reach the lodge even before the next drop of rain. Despite that, he decides to enter your house and take a seat at your table, waiting for the cloudburst to stop, like any normal person. In front of him, there’s a cup of coffee. He asked for it without sugar or milk because he wouldn’t be able to enjoy those flavors if you put them in there anyways. Of course, the story he tells is different. It’s easier to explain he’s grown accustomed to preparing his coffee bitter in the rush of his night guards.

“So, California…”

Your friend Hoshi’s observation over Jun had been rude but sharp. California’s sun had rejected Joshua’s family in an inexplicable way.

“Yes, we stayed there for a short time,” he answers. For him, that is not a lie. Ten years really is a short time. “We have a condition. It makes us sensitive to the sun. So long term wasn’t an option.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for that...”

“It's okay. We just have to be careful. Forks seems like the perfect place for that.”

“Trust me. Forks can give you a lot of trouble but sunny days won’t be one.”

Joshua takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn’t taste like anything, but it’s reassuring to see you enjoy the cookies he baked but can’t taste.

“A lot of trouble?” He asks, eyes full of curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”

Coming from California and —from what Vernon told you— previously New York, you imagine your neighbor has no idea of the consequences of living in a place like Forks.

“Well, a small town can be a vast hell if you don’t keep things to yourself,” you explain. “Forks is amazing. But there’s only a few habitants and they all get bored easily, so rumors fly.”

Joshua’s well aware of how deadly rumors can be. Especially when truth revolves around them.

“Do you have secrets to entertain us with, Mr. Hong?” you mock him, feeling a little more comfortable around your neighbor who’s not only a kind person but also a great baker.

His eyes get all wrinkly when he smiles.

“I’m afraid we’re gonna bore you all,” he answers “And please don’t call me Mr. Hong.”

“Fair enough.” You say, while cleaning leftover cookies from the corner of your mouth.

“What about you, do you have secrets?”

You laugh at the question. Maybe it’s because you know the answer damn well.

“Of course. We all do.”

masterlist | next chapter

[cirusthecitrus]

People of the Galactic Horde (the OGs)

Since I'm working on a Horde Prime origin story, it was inevitable that one day I would have to come up with designs for his species aka the original spacebats. And well, it was a fun challenge!

(click/tap to have a better look!) My first attempt at drawing other bats was with the High Priests of the Four Temples - the most influential and powerful people on the planet, also known as Anillis'/Prime's teachers :)

See that last guy? That's the emperor of the original Galactic Horde! Though after his unexpected early death his wife had to become the new Prime. Gladly, Horde World was not left without a future heir to the throne^^

Fun thing is, I never planned on making designs for Anillis' parents, since they never appear in the actual story + even the twins don't remember what they looked like. But idc making fanparents is fun! (In my vision Horde Prime inherited the death stare from his mother and the sly misleading smile from his father >:} )

(I talk more about the characters and worldbuliding in my fic "Violent Youth". U can find the link in my pinned post)

I also had to design tons, and I mean tons of episodic characters of all ages, genders and backgrounds. Now after all this training I'm ready to fill the backgrounds with bats :3

Some general notes on the people of the Horde under the cut

Every spacebat is born with a white face. Any deviations were rare and considered a type of skin condition

Facial markings slowly appear once baby bats hit puberty. When spacebats' white faces were seen as blank canvases, the facial markings were their life journey drawn on said canvases. The markings were seen as the real window to the soul. Having no marks as an adult was simply outlandish, people of Krytis even had a belief that such bats "had nothing behind their soul" and thus could not be trustworthy

Facial markings (as well as ears) came in many forms. In ancient times one could tell in which of the four original provinces a person was born by simply looking at their faces. Nowadays it became nearly impossible to guess someone's homeland this way (mostly everyone are people of mixed descent), but to those curious this is how bats used to distinguish one another by their markings:

North - straight lines across/all over the face (e.g. the emperor)

South - wavy lines across/all over the face e.g. (the High Priestess of the Southern temple)

West - straight minimalistic lines (e.g. horde clones)

East - wavy minimalistic lines (e.g. the empress)

Hair never held much cultural significance on Krytis, so the styling was only a question of one's personal preference and fashion trends. Some bats (mainly from the south) saw no point in having hair whatsoever - those would choose to go bald or shave parts of the head to better show off their markings

Everyone had one set of eyes. Only local deities were sometimes depicted having 3 and more eyes. And yes, their eyes and teeth do glow in the dark

I wanted to make colorful bats to futher emphasise their whimsical and peaceful nature :) Well, if u think about it many poisonous creatures are colorful too...

I wouldn't be myself if I didn't say anything about local fashion. I don't have my own concepts at hand sadly, just references, but my main inspiration for the fashion of Krytis are late 90s-early 00s futurism and cyber aesthetic. Here and there u will also see smth similar to mall goth or streetwear style, but it's mostly something what young blood were into

Some bats like the royal family and council members would wear more classy and regal clothes but still more or less modern looking. Such choice of attire was espeically important to the empress, who, unlike her late husband, stayed far away from religion and magic and made it the main goal of her campaign to weaken the influence of the religious community and push for scientific and socio-cultural progress

If you have any questions about the people of the Horde/Krytis, feel free to ask! I'm always happy to talk more about this AU!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Soji and Raiden giving forgotten queen guide around the Japan area of Valhalla as both guide and guard as she is wearing best silk dress and adorn with gold jewelry as she told them some people who are Japanese start appearing in her area and she just wanted to make sure that there is no culture misshapen

-You ignored the stares, not bothered by them, as you were walking alongside Raiden and Soji in the Shinto pantheon. You knew that you stuck out, wearing a rather revealing black gown made of silk, adorned with gold jewelry draping along your body.

-To you, you looked normal, this were the types of clothes you wore in your homeland and in your area of Valhalla, but for those in the Shinto pantheon, it was a little jarring, as you looked so exotic.

-Raiden was elated when you asked him to show you around, and Soji joined shortly after, offering to be your bodyguard, as there had been a slight uptick in crime, and you were a walking target, or so they thought.

-They both knew that you could handle yourself, knowing that you are a powerful warrior in your own right, even when unarmed, but others around you didn’t know that.

-You told them that you had been getting more visitors to your side of Valhalla, people from various pantheons, with the most being from the Shinto pantheon, as they were curious about your culture, wanting to know more.

-You welcomed the visitors, making sure anyone who came felt like they were not strangers, welcoming them with kindness, food, and friendship.

-This is what drove you to go to the Shinto pantheon, as you wanted to know more about their culture, to learn about them, that way you could make sure there were no social or cultural incidents that could offend the visitors.

-Raiden loved the idea of people traveling to the different pantheons, as it was a good way to meet knew friends, and in his case with the Hindu pantheon, finding strong opponents, like Shiva.

-You got to speak with many merchants, many who looked a little intimidated speaking with you, mainly because you were stunning and you seemed to radiate with regal aura, they could easily tell you were someone of power, even without knowing who you were.

-Those who had bad intentions who had seen you when you first arrived, quickly backed off, seeing not only one of the strongest and most well-known rikishi in the world, but one of the deadliest swordsmen as well.

-They would be foolish to try anything with those two around you, despite the two of them grinning and acting goofy while you were trying mochi, finding it not only very chewy, but stretchy as well, thinking it was cute.

-You appreciated seeing this side of things, seeing the home of those who were visiting you, and you learned some things about their culture that made you realize that despite the cultural differences, it was easy to make friends and make others feel welcome.

-You were looking at an artisan’s booth of blown glass when Soji shouted, “Y/N!” you heard him draw his sword and you instantly turned, seeing a thief lunging at you, trying to grab any of the jewelry hanging on your body.

-Your hand shot out, catching him by his face, stopping his approach instantly as your eyes felt like they were drilling ice into his body, “Don’t touch me.”

-When he tried to get away from you, you let him go, but when he charged again, you grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder, making it look easy as you slammed him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

-Soji was quick to put himself in front of you as you stood, defending you while Raiden spoke, “Are you okay Y/N?” you were trying to control your breathing, the adrenaline slowing as you nodded, “I am.” Soji apologized for not reacting more quickly, but you weren’t bothered as the would-be thief was taken away.

-The merchant had been impressed with your skills and strength, gifting you a small blown figurine of a rabbit, which you thanked him for, when he refused to let you refuse, it was a cute gift, and so unique.

-As you got ready to head home, you turned to your two escorts, “Thank you for indulging my request for today, and thank you for both for walking around with me. If you two would like to come to my pantheon, I will treat you both to a tour and a meal.”

-Raiden immediately agreed, looking a bit excited to spend more time with you, which did surprise Soji a bit, but he agreed after a moment as well, looking forward to seeing a new pantheon and culture.

-They couldn’t wait to visit and you were looking forward to their visit as well, wanting them to enjoy themselves.

[faces-ofvenus]

Watching shows/movies together.

How often do you watch shows together, their preferred genre or sub-genre, and whether they continue to watch without you when you clearly schedule to watch together, and their preferred show.

horror | suspense or action

Aegon likes very much series that give him some adrenaline, or that make him scared, that's why horror, suspense or action series or movies are his favorites, he doesn't like psychological horror very much, since he thinks it's quite stopped and sometimes he can't understand completely, or join the dots correctly, he's lazy you know, always wanting the explanations to come without him having to look for it, you tell him to shut up and pay attention to how scary and disturbing it all is for a fact and he's like, "and when does the scare really come!

I'll tell you, he's scary enough, yes, he gets scared in some movie and you're looking at him like, that's not even scary, it was obvious the devil was going to show up, and he's hugging you because he wasn't really expecting it, and you laugh and hug him back, sometimes not to make him feel bad, or better yet to make him feel good, you hug him and climb up on his lap saying that you are scared even though you are not and he is shitting himself but he gets a poker face and is like, "yes I am scared, but I am your prince and I will protect you from these demons" is cute and he laughs when you are scared and he is not.

Action and survival series are his favorite, he is the type that liked round six and you were team Alice in Borderland so you introduced him and he was like "what a fucking series" would he survive the games, of course not but say yes, just to see him happy, he gets all sad when his favorite character died, yes he cursed the series because they killed his favorite character, who in his vision carried the whole series on his back, and now it is boring as fuck.

His favorite series would for sure be Alice in Borderland or the boys, only because he secretly loves superheroes, he thinks he would be a brutish Billy but in reality he is just a sedentary version of the homelander.

His favorite movie for sure would be Saw, Deadpool, The conjuring and Bullet train.

He hardly watches any series or movies without you, first because he himself before you only knew how to drink, go out and fuck, and sometimes just sleep, most of the time actually, then you came along and he was like, yeah staying up at 5 in the morning watching series instead of dancing in a club is not that bad, and it is just amazing, he loves it and he really loves it.

The way there is a lot of bullshit around you, and no alcohol, he secretly started to have an addiction to chocolate instead of whiskey thanks to you congratulations, now he would rather have a bar of pure sugar and cocoa than a horrible Marlboro cigarette.

You are usually in a cuddling position, with you on top of him lying on the huge sofa in his apartment, he likes the feeling of your bodies being together but not in a sexual way, usually one of his hands is firmly on your waist, and the other is with some candy in hand, sometimes a cigarette but you hate it when he smokes lying down, especially when he once dropped garbage on you, what he was stopping his hands are usually busy too, but otherwise always hugging you too.

You don't like going to the movies in the cinema much mainly because it doesn't have the same comfort as his bed, and generally you prefer his tv than, a pc or something.

drama | sitcom or daily life series

Jace is almost a chameleon I would say, he sees if anything that catches his attention, but obviously his gaze is usually more glued on sitcoms or series that portrays some kind of daily life, be it teenagers, at work or something more mature, long series are a love and hate, he loves not having to be every week having to look for what to watch, since when he starts watching something, he doesn't stop until it's over, and he always needs to fill this void.

So long series can keep him hooked for a long time, at the same time Jacaerys is someone who is a little too critical, so as the seasons go by he might dislike it more and more, like when he decided to marathon all the seasons of How I Met Your Mother, but he never gives up, he has the philosophy to always finish everything he starts, what you can and what you can't agree on, if you are the short series type or watch too many at once, it can make him confused like, we were watching this one because you want to switch to another one, and you look at him "Jacaerys Velaryon, we have seen 5 seasons of the same series in the last weeks".

So yes miss freie, but apart from all that, he loves having that time with you, and he would never watch it without you, or at least without your permission, let's face it, sometimes it can be repetitive, you have a lot of conversation about the series and issue especially if it deals with more serious stuff in general, If it is a movie that is too crazy, and you can't watch it together, believe me, you have been up all night talking about the amazing plot twist of the series you are watching, and it was like my head exploded, I didn't expect it, and you were laughing or crying about it.

About movies, you see everything in general, he really enjoys going to the movies, it's a good way to of calling you out to go out and so on, and he especially likes it when it's some kind of horror because you always lodge yourself in his arms, and he also likes to be your savior, he doesn't get scared so easily, I can also say that Jacaerys is the kind of person who loves a typical romance, he's just a romantic guy and all, and when the actor says a romantic and heartbreaking line, he'll get your attention, and he'll say the same words to you, and you'll be just like, what a fucking man, then they'll kiss, in short your courtship is a romance movie.

He hates movies of dogs dying that just, don't stop, it kills him inside, the last 2 movies where the dog dies that you took him to watch he just cried, he cried, it was so heartbreaking, he remembered his beloved Vermax, and how only painful because he feels the same connection, so yes you have destroyed him for, it requires after hugging session between him, you and poor Vermax who is not understanding why his owner is crying, hugging saying that you two are the most important things to him, and doesn't understand why in every movie, the protagonist loses the girl or or his life partner.

investigation | documentaries

Aemond has peculiar and immutable tastes, he hates horror movies not because of the scare, but because everything is so fake and predictable, he hates romance just because it's so melodramatic that he just doesn't like it, he hates drama because, the genre says it all, if he's going to be sad, he won't watch a movie that takes 1 hour of his life, sometimes more, and he hates mostly everything reminiscent or at least almost everything reminiscent of fantasy.

But he doesn't spend all day in a book, to his delight obviously, since you felt that you simply didn't spend that much time with him, even if you like all of them or some of the genres mentioned above, I can tell you that trying to force him to watch them will be a very bad idea.

He loves crime series, or those that make him think and get out of his thought bubble, the best way to win him over is to put on something like that, but he hates things that go on too long, so anthology series are his favorites, law series also always catch his interest, if you have the same tastes congratulations, you'll make him sit for a long time on the couch/bed with you watching, but he's not the type to talk much, so it can be a little boring, especially if you don't pay attention.

But it is so funny, when the shock of finding out the killer comes, you are like, I didn't understand what he looked like, and he spends a long, long time explaining to you how he already knew, maybe you already knew too, but the fact that he is so interested and talks like an expert entertains you more than the series.

Once you told him that you found a magnificent movie about investigation, and he was like, tell me more, and you watched it knowing the horror he was going to look, but you made him promise that he would watch it with you until the end, detail, the movie was Scooby-Doo, he looked at you for a long time, but to soften him up you just kissed him and it worked for a while, he hated most of the actors yes, their shallow dramas annoyed him, but the investigation was kind of? Amusing, he won't admit that ok, seeing you laughing at some stupid joke, made up for everything, even if he would never admit that either.

He also loves documentaries, even though he is boring about many things, he just likes to know, so the best time to introduce him to various things, for sure would be through this, you have seen documentaries of everything from serial killers, to the first video game ever invented, it's just that he likes to know, and if you like it as much as he does, he is happy to share, and spend much of his time with you just watching television.

His favorite series is True Detective, he just of the series, as I said, police investigation and antagonistic series, win him over quite easily, he would like you to watch it with him, if you don't like it that's ok, but the fact that he wants to share with you something that is maybe his favorite thing, no matter if he has already watched it with you he will watch it again.

He is not a movie man, he doesn't like movie theaters very much, it's noisy most of the time, everybody together in one place, he hates it, and he has no privacy at all, but his favorite movie would be Knives out, first because in a way, it reminds him a lot of his family, greedy bastards (he puts himself in the wheel) with some futile thoughts, and a patriarch that in his view, is weak, he also loves that everybody is suspicious, he even suspected the children, everybody, and was horrified by the ending.

fantasy | anime

Yes he is otaku yes you are otaku, yes you breathe anime and fantasy series and movies, Lucerys even before he met you always liked anime and fantasy in general mainly because it has an extra meaning in his life, even going beyond series and movies to books and manga, he always looked for it as a way to not only escape from his reality, but just the fact of knowing a new world already makes his eyes shine, he has this since he went to see the Lord of the Rings with Laenor and Jacaerys, maybe also because it was his father who introduced him to this whole world, for the first time maybe he found something they both had in common.

He is a fictionalized one I would say, owning several miniature and even life-size dolls, and when he met you he was honestly insecure as always about liking such things, maybe it was the first time he questioned his tastes, Aegon thought it was all childish and childish of course, and made bad jokes with him constantly for his entertainment, Aemond even not speaking much especially with the past disagreements that marked their relationship thinks the same as this, he knows that the only person who really understands him were his late father, and his brother.

So when you enjoyed and watched with him it honestly made your whole body hot, he would get so excited to talk to you about some movie, series or anime that came out, and LITERALLY beg you to watch it together, and it didn't take much, you would get into everything Luke proposed mainly because you were bewitched by his silly smile and growing excitement.

Obviously in terms of genre you may have disagreements, even though Luke consumes any kind of genre, but when you propose to watch something, it's with you or he won't even research it, he likes to have you by his side while you're surrounded by food, watching all the extended version Lord of the Rings movies, it is so much better than watching alone, he doesn't feel like he is renting someone else's time, seeing your own joy in being with him, and that is with everything, movies, books, manga HQ, anything you agree to watch together stays that way, and he gets so upset if you don't watch it without him, it is a betrayal! !!!

Just lots of kissing and hugging to make him forgive you, and it always works, ALWAYS.

He is the biggest nerd of course, he does cosplay and gets all silly when you do it with them seeing you guys as a couple, even though everyone thinks it's a bit childish, no one denies the fact that it's fucking adorable, and how much you compliment each other get into character.

Your favorite anime with are OP and Haikyuu even though he is a fucking sedentary of course, he made you watch all over a thousand episodes, he didn't have to ask much, your heart eyes convinced him and now you are cracking up you are like, yes watch 300 episode and he is like, yes there are 700 more to go love, but that's ok he went over everything with you.

He doesn't like it much but maybe "Your name" has become his favorite anime movie, not so much because of the characters but because of feeling that you would be his soulmate and that you would be that way connected for eternity, not only that, your dating ring is based a lot on the red thread, you don't like the movie either ( yes maybe I don't like your name and I'm representing that Sorry) but in your heart, you and Lucerys are soulmates.

His favorite fantasy movie is obviously Lord of the Rings, he might be a little bit in doubt because he is also an avatar freak, but without any doubt, Middle Earth is in his heart for the rest of his life, it's where his passion, his history started.

His favorite series is The witcher and they both agree that Henry Cavill is a hottie, yes he gets a bit teary eyed when you compliment him, but they have come to a consensus that this man was a sin on earth, and he turns a blind eye to your little fan attack, only to make you jealous when he drools over Yennefer.

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I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DUMB REFERENCE SHEET I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT YALL

coughs Now for my baby's official introduction...

My MC: Vicki Murakami

Birthday: June 21

Age: 16

Height: 160cm (5′ 3″)

Dominant hand: Right

Homeland: Unknown

Family: Akio Murakami (father)

Best Subject: Arts

Club: None

Hobbies: Arts and Crafts, DIY around ramshackle when the birdman lets her have time for that

Talents: Does beast taming count?

Likes: Japanese Cheesecake/fluffy desserts

Dislikes: Black Licorice

VA: Atsumi Tanezaki

Nicknames: Vic or Vivi (Adeuce), Herbivore (Leona), Henchman no.2 (Grim), Petite trickster (Rook), Shrimpy (Floyd)

The (Vice) Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Vicki never imagined her life would get turned upside down for the second time when she found herself isekaied into Twisted Wonderland. Having been a Junior in her old high school, She finds herself as a 1st year in NRC, navigating her way through this new world as she makes new unlikely friends along the way.

Vicki isn't an extrovert nor is she an introvert, though she may seem like the latter at first due to her not being very talkative. Most of the time, Vicki doesn't know how to talk to her peers due to her overthinking a lot. She tends to look distant and uninterested at first, but get to know her and she shows her cheeky and chaotic side. As much as she would like to relax and enjoy her new chance at high school life and stay out of trouble, trouble seems to find her wherever she goes. At least she has the Adeuce duo to watch her back.

Sometimes she tenses up and suddenly acts defensive and curt, mainly around certain individuals and strangers. Case in point, Vicki doesn't like being casually touched by people she isn't familiar with, often backing away if possible or taking their hands off of her. She tends to be dodgy when confronted with personal/nosy questions, giving brief answers or avoiding answering altogether. Being pushed to give answers will result in Vicki getting angry, sending a glare as a sign to stop. Despite these flaws, she is very loyal to her friends and wouldn't dare think about abandoning them in any situation. She is quick to think on her feet, coming up with spontaneous solutions in dire situations. Vicki can be impulsive at times, but it doesn't compare to both Grim's and Adeuce's tomfoolery.

Extra trivia

Vicki is Japanese-American

She is twisted from Morgan (Enchanted + Disenchanted)

She can speak some Japanese.

She used to practice writing in Hiragana and Katakana when she was younger

While Vicki does do arts and crafts, she loves origami the most

Her dad was the one who taught her origami, as it gave her a connection to her roots and was their favourite activity to do together

Vicki loves making paper cranes and will give them to her friends as gifts

Just like Silver, she can talk to animals

Everyone thinks she's magicless due to her inability to use various types of magic (This will be explained later)

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I initially didn't think of typing out this ask, (mainly because this is a side order countdown account) but upon seeing the many pro Palestine and Palestinian awareness posts on here I decided to give 2 cents on this. I Come from India and in 1947, nearly 200 years of British rule came to an end and India was given independence. Yet, this would not be a time for celebration. Upon independence the British decided to partition the colony into 2 different countries based on religious lines, creating a Muslim pakistan and Hindu India. The new border between the countries was only revealed to the public after independence day and over 16,000,000 people were told leave the place where their ancestors had lived for centuries and cross the border to a separate country simply because of their religion. Over 15,000,000 were displaced from the partition and another 1,000,000 were murdered in cold blood and over 75,000 were raped by religious mobs who took advantage of the chaos and caused mass riots across india and pakistan. It wasn't long before the militaries of both countries stepped in and a massive undeclared war broke out in the north, killing even more people and hightening religious tensions and hatred. My grand uncle was in lahore for a buisness trip when the partition happened and my great grandmother recieved a telegraph saying that he had gone missing, 2 weeks later he was found, but he was never the same person. He never really talked about what he saw and died just a few years later. Even today, In modern day India, the repercussions of what happened in 1947 are still felt today and now with elections coming up and the increasing likelihood of the Hindu extremist government being reelected again I fear for my Muslim friends more then ever. What's happening in Gaza horrifies me in a way I can't really explain. A constant fear that has been plaguing me ever since October was that the same thing might happen here in India. Sorry if there are any typos in this, I'm literally shaking as I write this. My heart goes out to all the innocent people being bombed by Israel and I hope that a ceasefire will be signed and I hope that no people will ever have to go through what the innocent people of Palestine are going through and have been going through for the past 76 years. You don't need to respond to this if you don't want to, I just wanted to at least somewhat express my Outlook on the genocide and it's chilling resemblance to the religious holocaust that occurred in my homeland. Palestine Zindabad.

I'm so sorry for all that you've experienced, Anon.. Mourn for the dead, fight like hell for the living. 🇮🇳❤️🇵🇸

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Joanne the Hero has arrived!

Just recently finished drawing Joanne's full body for future references, so here we are! And more about her and her own lore below!

With helmet and cloak:

Colour palette for references:

Her full name is Joanne Blythe Michel, but she never really told anyone her full name so everyone just knew her as Joanne/Joan

She used to work as a courier around Oaklore region, until she signed up as an adventurer when she's 16.

Her father was a rogue adventurer and also her teacher. She learns most of her current skills from him. He also taught her lockpicking and bunch of tricks. He lost his life when Joanne was around 13 while protecting her hometown from wild elementals and monsters.

She stopped training for something after her father's death, but later continue her training under another adventurer from her town.

Her mother came from a family of merchants and hunters/huntresses. She also taughy Joanne survival skill after Joanne told her she's planning to be an adventurers.

During her time heroing around Lore, she started learning how to use different kinds of weapons and ended up becoming well versed with various type of weapons. The only weapons she avoids are bows and arrows, because she finds using them pretty hard thus avoiding them.

While she started off as rogue, she'll later started learning SoulWeaving from Tomix and using them for a while before finally settled mainly for Cryptic.

Her body was littered with scars from all the heroing works and from many battlefields. She mainly felt neutral about them but still somewhat self conscious of it. She always tried to cover as much as she could.

She used to have black hair before the ice incident.

After she thawed from the ice, she almost immediately going back to heroing. If not for Serenity, she probably won't take some rest and overworked herself almost immediately.

She finds the idea that everything around her will keep changing and moving on while she was there and just existing without any changes somewhat pressuring her. After the ice, she slowly changed, losing her naivety yet still the friendly hero of falconreach. Just more desperate to protect her homeland, friends, and family.

Due to the long exposure of magic from the ice, her body also changed. While she didn't grow at all for 7 years, her hair turned grey and her body temperature dropped and now always 35 at average. Due to this she always carried a warming potions around.

Maybe, if Cysero had some kind of heating pads for her to carry around, she'd have those too. I hc Cysero at least sometimes giving her prototype stuff but actually still something that'd be helpful for her no matter how crazy or weird those items are.

She also had severe cryophobia after the ice and now feels less comfortable with cold. She tried to keep up a facade and act like nothing affect her, but her body still reacted to the cold and aleays eant to avoid them. She tried to shrug it off and won't really tell anyone regarding this, thinking that as the Hero, showing weakness will be bad and she couldn't let herself be weak or even make any mistakes.

She never took a step back home after comign out of the ice. After she found out the Rose had bounty for her head for a while, she tried not to come back out of fear of her mother's and grandparents' life. Also considering how she also has some enemies, probably. At least she still sending letters to her mother at least once a month.

After two losses in a row, she almost lost all hope. If not for the talk with Serenity at the end of Calamity, she won't probably find her own peace and realized her own limit as a human.

It took her a while to process the grief, especially when she actually just act like it was never there and never actually process the emotions. Only when she finally had time she tried to embrace it and learn how to went through them.

Joanne usually only sleep for 3 hours. Mainly due to insomnia or nightmares. She also a light sleeper and could easily awake with just a small sound.

Since she's an only child, Joanne always likes the idea of having siblings. She likes to treat someome younger than her as siblings, especially Ash who she aleays thought so fondly as her little brother. (She also hates the fact that now Ash is taller than her tbh)

Don't know if they got them in DF, but if there's a therapist, Joanne is probably in therapy. It took her a long time to actually seek help, at leats after some talks with her friends she finally agreed to see one.

Tbh Joanne surpressed most of her negative memories and emotions by using her own Cryptic power.

My own hc, Joanne later learn how to actually soulweave from Belle in Ravenloss. She's the one who asked her to teach her and the first soulwoven item she made was a scarf, that later she put on Tomix's grave. She also made her own cloak (the current butterfly cloak she used was her own soulwoven item!)

The gauntlets she used are actually her spirit loom. She just used them most of the timea because she likes them and that way she could switch to soulweaver easier, probably.

She also loves children and they are basically Joanne's weakness too. Lynn is probably also the visibe proof of it. After Tea for Three sometimes Joanne met her and willingly become an unpaid babysitter just for Lynn and because she just adored her.

Arc, her dragon is also one of her weakness but she learn how to handle him properly and not to give in.

For now at least she's still doing the hero works. Sometimes still overworking to the point of tiring herself out. But at least she knew she's never alone and always has friends and supports.

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I'm stuck bored at work so here's a rando character checklist I did for Laure.

Full Name: Professor Laure Sombremont

Do they like their name?: He's impartial, although since moving to Ishgard he understands that his first name is more feminine pronounced and sounding than his homelands, but he's not bothered.

Nickname: Prof. (by a few of his older his students)

Age: Early 30s

How old do they appear?: Late 30s. He grew out his mustache so he'd look older and thus gain more respect as a professor. Now he just feels weird without the 'stache.

Eye color: Green

More under the cut. Damn, Laure is a bit depressing the further this went.

Glasses?: Yes. They're mostly for reading, but he does wear daily glasses to make his world crystal clear.

Weight/Built: Tall, skinny, but not weak. Often called a 'beanpole.' Surprisingly strong due to his family estate's lifestyle.

Height: Taller than average. Laure is known to slouch because he doesn't want his height to appear intimidating.

Skin Type: Pale, but not transparent. He tans very easily but there isn't a lot of sun in Ishgard, in his study, or when he's out on missions in deep, dark dungeons.

Hair color and length: Warm brown, fluffy, modestly short.

Taste in clothes: Laure isn't a fashionable man, but sometimes he pretends he is. Often, he tries to dress older than his age because, again, he wants to keep an image of respectable in his profession when many of his students are near his own age, which often outshoots to a few decades. Waistcoats, collared shirts, slacks, knit sweaters, ties, suit jackets, shoes shined to perfection. Tartan and plaid. He is often in browns with sometimes splashes of rust red, emerald green, mustard yellow, or deep blues. Think dark academia.

Healthy? Why or why not?: Despite looking like he missed a few meals and good wind could knock him over, Laure is surprisingly fit. Living at his family's estate, the Sombremonts have training grounds that he participates in on a regular basis. Being former military, he knows better than to let his health slide. Even if he cannot make it into the estate proper for meals, his meals are well provided for where he lives in the guest house.

Music: The Sombremont family is very gifted in the musical arts, and Laure is no exception. His preferred instruments are often brass--mainly trombone or euphonium--but he's quite fond of the piano and cello as well. In his flat he often has music playing. It's usually smoky jazz, his preferred genre of music.

Daredevil or cautious?: When it comes to physical battle, Laure is a daredevil. It often takes his students by surprise when they're on an excavation. He's not afraid to jump into a fray because he knows his skills are well honed. However, socially, he's very cautious; timid in fact. He has a fear of meeting new people and no matter how hard he tries to overcome it, his anxiety always pulls him back.

Are they the same alone?: Laure is Laure. He's not cunning like his uncle Frederique; he can't manipulate or hide his feelings from his face. He is as dorky in front of others as he is alone reading a tome.

Good Habits: Laure takes care of himself physically and mentally. He takes time to spend with his family (even if he lives on the estate, he can go days without seeing anyone since he's in the guest house). He keeps his brain active by always striving to learn new things or do mind puzzles. He truly does love teaching and has a good habit of taking time out for them individually when he sees someone struggling, or sees someone that would like to excel further.

Bad Habits: Unorganized, but not to the point of slobby. He just has a lot of books and... stuff. He tends to collect artifacts that clutter up his living space. While not a fool in battle, he can take stupid risks with bad consequences (luckily, not so bad as death, but a few broken bones to himself or his teammates).

Hobbies: His hobby is a his job, and that's going into dungeons to excavate sites of interest. But, otherwise, he's a bit boring. He likes to jog (but only if it's not cold), he builds and paints miniatures (like tanks and airships). Laure loves to play music in the music room either solo or with his family members. He loves playing with the children of the household, although he can be a bad babysitter.

Laure will occasionally help the local authorities in murder cases. He is a professor that studies forensics, especially those of death and decay, and magic associated with them. He can be called out to help when a death or murder eludes conventional means of investigation.

Family Situation: The Sombremont family is massive; refugees that were brought over when Frederique established a safe place for them to go. It took him years to find everyone, and now most of them live under the same house. Starting with the matriarch who had five daughters and one son (Frederique). From there, Laure is within that next generation with plenty of cousins and in-laws. There are several young children within the household as well, which Laure adores.

Laure gets along best with his uncle Frederique (they are only about 10 years apart), and one of his adventurer cousins whom he shares the guest house with.

Laure was a sperm donor when it was revealed that his brother could not procreate. Despite his brother's passing, Laure's sister-in-law and nephew came with the Sombremont family. The boy is only 7 and no one feels there's a need to present him as Laure's son rather than his nephew.

Friend Situation: Laure is incredibly shy. Anxiety follows him like a shadow. Despite living in Ishgard for five years, he has no friends outside his family. While he gets along well with students, he can never take them up on an offer of a casual get-together without shrinking back with the excuse of keeping their friendship professional. Because of this, Laure is a lonely guy who finds comfort in model airships and dusty books.

Deepest Fear: Losing his family. Something bad happening to the children in the estate.

Favorite Thing: None have been mused on yet. He's not exactly sentimental with physical things. Being a man that studies death and decay, he doesn't gain strong attachments.

Major Flaws: Laure's shyness gets to best of him. He has very low self-esteem. His anxiety ruins chances for friends. He's just seen as the smart guy with books, but no one can really get close to him.

How do they feel about themselves: Laure does not think he is a handsome man. He doesn't display himself as such, and never expects anyone to consider him that way. His personal self-image is horrible. So he focuses on what he does know is good about him; that he's a kind person, that he genuinely cares, and he's not arrogant with his knowledge, rather he would prefer to share it with others.

Selfish or Selfless?: In-between. Laure is protective of his family, but not of his own personal skills. He's fine with eating meals and not thinking about the poor on the street, but he is happy to offer them gil and a blanket if he passes them by.

Opinion on Sex/Relationships: The last relationship Laure was in was a long one, and he knew the entire time his boyfriend was cheating on him. It wasn't until he returned home early to witness his boyfriend in bed with other man did he finally decide he'd have enough. Laure moved in with his mother and buried his head into his books for a year. He was the first one of his family to arrive at Frederique's side in Ishgard and helped facilitate the reunion with his ability to sneak back and forth into the Garlean territory.

That was six year ago, and Laure has not had a lover since. He is aware he has issues with trust and does wish to find a man to spend his life with, but figures it's not in the cards for him. Too many emotional delicacies and he finds it easier to focus on his work and family.

More than the physical act of sex, he misses the closeness. He loved kissing and the gentle touches. Laure was always down to try something at least once. Yes, he misses sex but not as much as he misses having someone warm to wake up next to.

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On Bonnie, Klaus, and Darklina

I am mainly going to be talking about the shows with some references to the books for the people who haven't read them (Shadow and bone/ The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals)

In case you are not familiar, in shadow and bone Kirgan discovers a girl with immense power, he is also powerful himself, she has the definite potential to be his equal, he tries to manipulate and seduce her and those dynamics are explored.

I think General Kirigan and Klaus Mikaelson are pretty similar characters, in terms of them being the most powerful/oldest men in their respective universes, their cunning, knowledge, manipulative ways, and their quest for power. These two characters are not exactly the same but a fair comparison can be made between them. There is a difference in the sense that Kirigan is calculated when Klaus is calculated too but rash.

The reason I am making a comparison to these two characters is that I want to point out how badly The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals writers didn't give Klaus consistent/logical characterization and the depth he deserved. They did give him a great, understandable backstory but in my opinion, they failed to stay consistent with him as well as other characters. In the books, Klaus was 6,000+ plus years older and almost completely evil like a homelander-type evil.(Not similar in character but a similar capacity for evil) and in the shows, they made him more of a Loki/anti-hero which was a good choice on the writer's part. In my opinion, the things he did that kind of ruined his character in the shows were his relationship with Caroline, his inability to kill Elena even once, and the lack of representation of his wit and age(they kind of had him do the same old, threaten people in a British accent and be violent and it worked because joseph morgan is hot) and the birth of hope(miracle baby) and that whole redemption arc. Marcel was already Klaus's first son but their dynamic was filled with microaggressions and wasn't filled with justice and his death.

I really believe klonnie could have gone amazingly and stabilized Klaus and Bonnie's characters in a good way if the writers had any artistic vision and understanding of their characters, but they let their racism and over pandering to the fans destroying art, and their ability to story-tell, not exploring the fundamental desires of their characters made it a massive train wreck.

Bonnie and Alina's character fundamentals are also very similar.

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#008 Independent Project 

Case study:

Utopia Learning

Humans becoming pollinators? Background： The project envisages a future in the very distant future In such a future, the ecology will be out of balance, leading to the extinction of natural pollinators of angiosperms (such as bees and butterflies). The stability of the Holocene is threatened by an environmental crisis, forcing humans to reintegrate into the ecosystem while searching for a stable and sustainable way of life.” ● Will plants’ strong will to survive lead them to evolve and delegate the pollination process to humans? ● What happens if plants will evolve and rely on humans as pollinators? They approach human life by changing their shape, structure, and function. ● Can humans integrate into the ecosystem and co-exist with plants? It is important to ask why, and to propose such a project.”

I think this project is a very interesting idea. In this future world flowering plants and humans depend on each other, and when they mature, they will form jar-like containers that will provide a harbour for humans to rest and sleep. At the same time, the flowers will attach pollen to the human body. And while each species has different biological characteristics, some species warm up at night while insects colonise the flowers.

Plato’s Republic now I claim To match, or beat at its own game For that was just a myth in prose But what he wrote of I became Eutopia is now my name. （tr. Turner）

When I saw the book "The New Republic" in the library, I recalled the movie "Divergent" which left a deep impression on me. This movie is adapted from the novel. In the post-era, due to the destruction of humankind's homeland, people imprisoned them in a large city to evolve and experiment on humans. Anyone found to be divergent will be deported killed or disappear. People here regard those who disagree as different groups and divide themselves into five major factions, selfless, honest, peaceful, intelligent, and brave. It can be said that this is a utopian republic, but the main theme is dystopian. The Divergents in the movie are like invaders, existences that need to be eliminated, existences that people are not allowed to escape their own control, and are monitored and disciplined under the power of the faction. In the second half of the film, the Divergent becomes a predator, rebelling against the power and discipline of the superstructure.

Here is a DIVERGENT: Faction aptitude test. In the movie, it is a scene test. The protagonist is challenged by various illusions in his mind, faces the things he fears, and constantly thinks of ways to solve the problem.

Divergent is a movie series that I like very much. The heroine was originally - selfless. During the test, she was found to be a Divergent. However, because the tester had an expelled brother who was also a Divergent, the heroine avoided the consequences of being expelled. , but the heroine doesn’t know what happened. It is unrealistic to divide human beings into five major factions, but there are indeed some tests that can classify people. For example, the MBTI test, which has been popular in recent years, divides people into 16 personality types. But in fact, in my past tests, the personality tested in my freshman year was INFP, which is a personality that is mainly emotionally oriented, but in my senior year, it was INTP which was rational and analytically oriented. It can be seen that human personality characteristics are complex. At the end of the movie, the ultimate purpose of the city is actually to cultivate divergent people, so the expelled and eliminated divergent people are the main group. Just like "Schrödinger's cat", a huge city is a box, and people have "divergent" and non-"divergent" inside. People can only get the answer when they get out of the city.

[greenix]

And it’s not like it’s intentional! He’s been in Hisui, what, two years with the dragon completely dormant? That’s a lot of pent up electricity and now that it’s awakened again it needs release. Electrode and him often let loos within the Moonview Arena under the supervision of Melli (who totally isn’t jealous her counterpart warden cna turn into a god shhh) and he helps Adaman and Irida find ways to release their pent up energy. Luckily as a steel type Adaman doesn’t really have a lot of energy that emits off of him, mainly accidentally breaking shot with his god strength and causing earthquakes. Irida finds herself spending a lot more time in the Cobalt Coastlands so that she can let loose hydro pumps into the sea. A benefit to this is that she no longer overheats as easily and Adaman gains a resistance to cold, although he’s not as comfy to hug anymore. For Ingo it’s mainly a lot of static electricity around him but he also has super spiky hair under that cap and really really hates certain types of fabric. Legit the guy would walk out of his house with all sorts of fabric stuff stuck to him unless he wears a unique type of fabric (elesa helped him out by working with Burgh to create that fabric and customized his jacket to use that fabric they did the same thing for Emmet’s jacket which he kept accidentally setting on fire) and he has to wear rubber gloves when handling anything with a charge or electric current. As for Laventon, yes he hates that Ingo’s mere presence puts all his tech on the fritz b it at the same time… this is a brand new discovery and he’s super excited to gather data on it! People who are born with the ability to take in the forms of their very gods!! There were always legends of course, great leaders who’s become powerful Pokémon to defend their homelands and such, but this is actual, physical proof!!

I love these so much!!! absolutely adore the characterization of Iridia and Adaman here - I definitely think that the difference between the two letting off energy is super interesting. Palkia always seemed like the more energetic of the two to me - younger sibling energy - whereas Dialga might calm Adaman down some. and I love this concept about the guys coats! I was already thinking the same sort of thing about Emmet's, but Ingo needing a specific static proof fabric is genius. he's also autistic so the texture thing definitely goes both ways as well (and I love Elesa helping him design his coat 🥺)

[pretoriafics]

Therapy Sessions with the Devil - Part II

You guys requested me about this one so much! I'm glad all of you liked part one. Now, prepare yourself for your worst nightmare being Homelander's therapist.

Word count: 1.683 Contain: Therapist!Reader x Homelander Warnings: Mental disorders, sexual harassment, stalking and regurgitation. +16 only Versão em português aqui PART 1 THE BOYS MASTERLIST

If hell really exists, for you, it sure would be Friday mornings. Of course, that was a very contradictory thought for most people. Friday was usually associated with a fun day where, after work, you could go out with your friends in the evening and return home whenever you wanted. That was the advantage of Fridays: The fact that you know you don't have to wake up early the next day to go to work. Knowing that the week was coming to an end was like a cool breeze, as well as knowing that the next day would be pure rest. That didn't exactly apply to you. Okay, it was great to know that you wouldn't have to work the other day. That was the only good point on Fridays for you because on that specific day of the week you have Homelander as a patient. Your attempt to get rid of him on leaving Vought had been successfully thwarted because you were apparently a good professional. And you've never hated yourself so much for being good at what you did as a job. It turns out that, lately, things had started to get a little strange in the consultations with him. Homelander always mentioned a girl, whom he said he was starting to see differently. He filled her with compliments when he spoke of her, always reinforcing how much he loved the color of her eyes, her calm voice, and the way her hair moved with her graceful walk. Of course, according to him, if she were a Supe she would be perfect. But that's okay because he said he really accepted her "with that imperfection". You started to suspect that he was talking about you but avoided thinking about it. It not only made you sick with dread, but it completely perturbs you. A Homelander in love with you would be a great way to make it even worse than it was going. That morning on a Friday the 13th, when you arrived at the office, you saw that on your table was a sumptuous bouquet with the most beautiful reddish roses you had seen. Despite the beauty of those flowers, you took that as confirmation of your worst nightmare. Terrified, you let your bag hit the floor and ran to the bathroom. There, you knelt in front of the toilet and put all your breakfast out. Tears were wetting your face, your hands were shaking in pure fear. And then, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “Yes, put everything out. Everything will be fine, it will be over… ” It was him. Homelander's voice flooded your ears, and you had to take a deep breath to try to take some control over yourself. “Okay, I'm already better. It must have been something I ate for breakfast. Can you excuse me and wait for me on the couch, please? ” He nodded, his blue eyes filled with concern. "Sure." As soon as he left, you closed the door. You took the toothbrush and the paste you kept there, brushed your teeth, and wiped away your tears. Then, you left the bathroom ready to get it over with. So, you sat in your chair while Homelander directed his worried blue eyes to you. You have started the query. "Well, let's get started then." “Don't feel pressured to make our session today. We can do it tomorrow, you are not feeling well. ” You forced a slight smile. “I'm better, thanks. And I don't work on weekends. ” Not least because you weren't willing to let Homelander ruin your Saturday. "I bought these flowers for you when I was coming here." He got up from the couch and took the bouquet from the table, handing it to you with a tender look. Homelander was beaming and even looked so anxious as a teenager in front of their crush. You, however, froze. You clenched your jaw and forced another smile, holding the flowers. “I appreciate it, John. I'm flattered, but I need you to know that we need to keep our relationship strictly professional and impersonal. I can have my therapist register canceled with this type of relationship with a patient because it is unethical, and I don't want to end up harming myself. ” Those words made you realize how brave you were. You had fought an internal battle to say that. "But I will put the flowers in a vase after the consultation." His expression became austere and you froze with it. Homelander nodded and lay down on the couch while you put the flowers back on your table. Fortunately, at that meeting, he hadn't mentioned you or anything you might suspect was about you. The subjects of that consultation were merely concerned with the Seven, about their suspicions about Starlight, and how angry he was with the team. You were with your head on the clouds. You couldn't stop thinking about what you would do now that your worst nightmare had become real. You were so disturbed, you didn't even see that appointment go by. It seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye, unlike the others that seemed to be an eternity. And then you were finally able to rest. Being Homelander's therapist also brought other burdens: No therapist could maintain consultations with you, because it was too heavy for anyone to hear you talk about Homelander. Until then, you hadn't been able to find anyone who could help you support the weight you carried on your shoulders. You even thought of writing everything you felt in a diary as a way to try to get out and put out what you felt. However, the fear that Homelander might read outweighed everything. That was another point: You felt, at times, that you were being followed and observed. The curtains in your house always remained closed, although you knew that if Homelander was really stalking you, curtains would not help. That was enough for you to start developing a little paranoia. But that Saturday had been unlike anything. As usual, you woke up with the feeling of being watched. However, it looked different that time. It was almost as if you were feeling that Homelander was also on the sumptuous penthouse where you lived. Knowing that hiding in any room in the house could be worse, you simply chose to go out with a friend. Your circle of friends didn't recognize you anymore, and they even seemed to be concerned about you. While you and your friend were walking through Central Park, while she was telling some random gossip from someone in your social circle, you couldn't stop looking around. Homelander was there, somewhere, watching you. You were quite sure of that! Night soon came, and that feeling of being watched did not go away. You had the impression that Homelander, when he came to watch you, never stayed that long. His maximum was three hours. But on that Saturday, he seemed to be on your heels all day. You chose to wear your worst pajamas that night, the one that best hid your body, since you never had the feeling of being watched at that time. You were certain that you would not be able to sleep, and you could already feel that your emotions were extremely drained. Trying to act as naturally as you could, you lay down in your King Size bed. You covered yourself with the blankets and turned off the lights. You were lying in a sideways so that you could see the door that went into your corridor. It was like you were waiting to hear Homelander's footsteps there. But then you saw, through the reflection of the mirror, the door to your closet - the only door you were facing away from. You saw the reason for all your dread. The mirror reflected the image of a Homelander with slightly red eyes, watching you through the crack in the door. His uniform pants were slumped under his feet, and despite the low light, you could see what he was doing - explained mainly by the movement of one of his arms. His eyes were on you as he touched himself, and that seemed to be the main reason he didn't notice that you saw him. Your heart sped up, and you had to contain a weeping of fear and the nausea you felt when you noticed that grotesque scene. Tears flooded your face so that your vision was completely blurred, and panic made your entire body stop functioning. Homelander was completely obsessed with you, and that would bring you to complete ruin. You didn't sleep the rest of the night - even when you noticed that Homelander was no longer in the apartment. Still, on Sunday morning, you only managed to get out of bed at seven. You had been crying all night, completely stunned by the surreal situation that had happened. Apathetic, there were no more tears, no energy to cry or be afraid. You were just an empty shell, an inanimate object - the Homelander's favorite one. So you walked slowly to the closet to change clothes. And there was proof that what had happened last night was real. It was everywhere. The pearly liquid present on the door, on the floor, and at some points on the wall proved that he had not touched himself just once that night. You staggered backward, feeling that sudden wave of nausea again. That scene was enough for you to stride to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet while your body tried to expel something through your mouth, without success. Suddenly, you felt your heart racing. Panic enveloped you, and you leaned against the bathroom wall, your breathing as fast as your heart. Sweeping heat shot through your body, and you started to feel sweaty. The air seemed to start to drain from your lungs and you thought you were about to die. And if your time to die had indeed come, fine. Homelander would no longer torment you anymore.

[elmer-kasprzak]

ALSO ♡ and ★ for Elmer :> -oscy

oh i see what you’re doing there oscar /pos

Some headcanons for Elmer Kasprzak

♡ (romance headcanons)

Okay SO I’m gonna be pushing my elmush agenda with this post. They are gay and in love and honestly? Good for them.

But backing up, Elmer’s love language is touch. It’s probably something he got because that’s how his parents would show affection as well! He gives way many hugs to literally everyone, friends or partners.

He and Mush were super close before they started dating. Friends to lovers type shit.

Okay so backing up to Elmer's love language being touch, a close second love language is quality time! He literally enjoys just being around the people he cares about.

This isn't romance, but some of his favorite memories he has are from when he would sit next to his mother's bed and the pair of them would talk for way long about the most random shit.

He and Mush usually spend off days together at Elmer's house, if only because his mother genuinely does like Mush. They'll push Elmer's bed up under the window and lay there for a while. Paint will join them if he's feeling lazy.

The inherent romanticism of a fire escape is not something I will be dropping, not now or ever. Many a summer nights were spent out there, just the two of them (plus Paint) when it got dark.

★ (sad/angst headcanons)

Whiplash time! So I made a HC post for Elmer a while back, and some of this stuff was mentioned in there! But here goes:

So first, Elmer gets way homesick. A lot. It's weird to him, mainly because he emigrated when he was about five years old, but for some reason he finds himself missing his village more and more as time goes on.

It gets really intense when his mother dies, as he feels that's one of the last ties he has to his homeland.

His biggest fear is being forgotten. He doesn't want to ever find himself in a place where no one even knows his name. He wants to be remembered, and I think this really pushed him into supporting the strike.

Oh, about the strike. That time fucking destroyed Elmer. He burned through his savings for his mother's medicine, and there were a lot of times he went to bed hungry so that his mother could have her food and medicine for the day.

If someone had thought to ask him, he would have become a scab. For any amount of money. He was desperate, and sometimes the only reason he had food that day was because of other newsies (Jack, Racer, and Mush).

He has way much religious trauma packed into his 5'4 body, but that kind of comes with being gay and trans in 1899. He used to have more positive associations with church, but after his mother died, he couldn't bring himself to sit in the pews.

Elmer grew really anxious towards the end of the strike, to the point where he would have genuine panic attacks. When that happened, it would take him out for most of the day. Mush would stay with him when that happened.

okay i'm gonna stop before i make myself any more sad, but here you go! some thoughts on elmer kasprzak :)

[boredoverlord]

Bucky X Reader - Hold the Line

I came in here to show you a good time, so here's my personal work and my very first fanfiction of all time. And because I'm a thirsty bitch, of course it's smut.

Summary : As a young and talented psychologist specializing in difficult people in prison, you believed in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work with the SHIELD. Turned out you were tricked to work for HYDRA.

For three years they made you do horrors in the name of an ideology you despised, but you may have found the occasion to finally make a change for the good, when they introduced you to your new patient. 

The Winter Soldier.

Rating : Explicit, please kids, look away ( of course you won't because you're cute little rebels, but please do it)

Word count : 6.4k (chapter 1)

TW:   Light BDSM (for now) Because Bucky is a massive Sub and it seems nobody agrees with me, so I have to do the lord's work here.

Foul language, mention of violence and murder, Masturbation, male orgasm and a tiiiny bit of choking. I started lightly 

 Please consider reading this on Archive of our own or read it below the cut. Lemme know what you think !

Chapter 1: A Story of Almost Everything

You never were the type to brag. But one thing you know is : you’re damn good at your job. Years and years of psychology studies, you barely got to parties, you hardly made any friends, and your sleeping schedule is still a nightmare. Those were sacrifices you did for one sole purpose : helping others. To be the last resort for people who have lost everything. You always firmly believed that you could make a change in the world, even the slightest, even for just one person. That would have been enough to make your lifetime worthy. What's more noble than just a genuine try to make it better, after all ? So you wasted your youth on studies, without a damn blink. And never one ounce of regret. You did it because it felt right. You’re not very brave, but you decided to face your fear a couple of times. You even were an intern in a high security prison, talking to broken men and women who hated your guts. Trying to lead them to another path of life. You heard stories that could break any mind. Only time could tell if you actually helped them. But that’s part of the job. Hope. And hard work.

  That’s why when you started to have a growing reputation, at 26 after five years of studies and several years working in prison and rehabilitation, you were ecstatic when S.H.I.E.L.D contacted you. You quit everything, starting with your homeland in Europe, to fly to Washington DC, to visit the headquarters. The new building, the thrill of novelty, the clean rooms, the medical wing, and Alexander Pierce himself coming to shake your hand and telling you personally the wonders they have in mind for the psychology field. You could prepare people to save the world, you could have all the resources to make research, and fix minds that were supposed to be beyond repair. It was supposed to be just a quick trip, but the visit wasn’t even done when you looked at your guide with enthusiasm : you weren’t going home. Just cancel the fly. You’re taking the job immediately.   It was three years ago.

Enough to understand how fucked you are.

 You didn’t save anyone, you didn’t even work to make the world a better place. Oh but you did work to make a change. A change for HYDRA. They tortured you to make you swallow their ideology, but even if your body surrendered, your mind didn’t, even if it was still a perpetual work on yourself. You never believed in this masquerade, but you know it doesn’t matter. Because HYDRA knows how good you are at your job, and you’re a precious asset. So precious that they pushed all your buttons to make you obey. You tried to act and escape. Their last resort is the Damocles sword they put over your family’s head. Next act of rebellion, heads will roll. And it won’t be yours : no, no. HYDRA won’t give you this relief. It will be your loved ones. So you’re doing what you have to do. It’s the most cowardly choice, you know it. And you’re ashamed. But you’re too terrorised to make it otherwise. So you’re here to twist people's minds to swallow whatever Hydra wants. You make them understand the importance of the organization, when they can’t take it anymore, you make them understand that not only they can, but they must . You saw vulnerable people giving their life to this awful cause, and you are the person to make them understand it was the right thing to do. They gave you kind people with dreams, morals and passion, and you turn this into anger, hate and war, worshipping a crazy doctrine that spoils everything you believed and fought for. You have blood on your hands. You’re THAT good at your job.

 So when they called you for a highly secret mission, you weren’t exactly surprised. Just disgusted by them, and mostly yourself. In the guts of what was called the Ideal Federal Saving Bank, you’re obediently following the chef himself : Alexander Pierce, to your next place of action. “I believe you have read your mission’s order, Y/N ?” “Yes Sir.” You said. “It did mention I will have the whole file today, though. I need to take a look at my patient so I can work in proper condition.” “Whatever you call it.” He said, opening the door of the clandestine laboratory in the now abandoned bank. If not for the machinery, we could still believe that those art deco walls filled with safes would still contain treasures of a lifetime for some people. Now there is nothing of value in here, not even the very skin of every PoS present. And you were including yourself. Making your way in the middle of the heavy set up, you slowly reach the pod in the middle, chewing secretly the interior of your cheeks. You know what’s inside, and it makes you want to puke. Mr Pierce continued “Doctor, as your mission was presented to you, your one on only assignment will be the physical and mostly the psychological perfect condition of the Winter Soldier, for the entire length of this mission on american soil.” Basically, be sure his brain is a fucking slushy. You reluctantly nodded and drew closer. “What’s his condition ?” At the top of your height, barely 5’3, you tiptoed to actually look at him by the window of the cryostasis chamber, since you never got this close of a look, not without the file and basically crumbs of info that were thrown at your face. They expected you to keep a dog on a leash, not making actual work on him, and it shows. White man, late 20s to early 30s, approx 5”7, long dark messy hair, not shaved, geez, it seemed like the poor guy was barely cleaned up before being pushed here.  Good physical condition, breathing was steady. You could see the steam of his breath on the glass. He may be clinically asleep, but she highly doubted he would be in his best shape. He looked uncomfortable, and tired. It wasn’t a restorative sleep. It was a prison. You couldn’t help but notice his prosthetic arm, even if that was the only thing you knew about him. It’s a fascinating work of science, that’s for sure. And even if transhumanism and biomechanical wasn’t your forte, you wanted to have a closer look, to satisfy your curiosity. One of the scientists watching his screen responded : “He’s gently defrozing, should be half conscious in 5 minutes. You may want to take a step down.” You ignore that, and lean your hand to your superior. “May I finally have what I have been asking for ?” With the most irritating smile, he gave you the Winter Soldier’s File and you quickly opened it to have a first look at all the fuss. Basic physical information, previous missions report, date of entering and ending of cryostasis, bare minimal medical record, notes by her predecessor, fucking trigger words to make him kneel like a 12 years old in front of any boysband... nothing about his previous life, his antics, his name, actual disorders, no name, nor adresses… You glaced a bit at Pierce and threw a polite smile. He knows what he’s doing, and he knows you know. You’re extremely good with very violent patients. You have endured rapists and murderers spiting in your face and swearing to bite your head off and fucking your skull. You were traumatized and you cried yourself to sleep, but the following day you did your job again. You’re just here to handle the worst of the worst. And you’re going to do it.

Or he’s going to break your neck and fuck your skull. You’re fine with that.

“Thank you it’s going to be very helpful.” As helpful as a band-aid on a wooden leg. “What’s this device ?” You point your chin to another machine not far away from it. One of the two men finishing installing it, raised his head to look at you. “A memory suppressing machine. Usually he doesn’t need it as much as he used to, but it’s mainly for safety. He must be prepared.” “He’s in a state where he willingly takes it. So don’t hesitate if he’s starting to be annoying, or excited. That can happen. But that mean you would probably have to work more with him to make him fully ready for his mission,” “Understood, thank you for clarification gentlemen.” You smiled and they smiled back. You’re a woman, so you’re used to it. Basically this shit was supposed to hack his brain, and it must be painful. “I would strongly recommend not using it at such a time. From what I quickly read he needs stability and time. Wiping everything out will more likely create more confusion.” You took a look at the file again and took it upon yourself to not have your eyes double in size and screaming at this bunch of idiots. “... and it does seem he’s using it a lot.” 

“We want the asset to be as focused as possible.”

“I understand that, but that's a temporary solution at best. He’s got a brain, not a harddrive. We still don’t know how it can store information, and if it can…” “The last time we used him was five years ago…” Started Pierce, with diplomaty, but also with a tone that wasn’t allowing any more debate on the matter. “And this mission is an absolute priority. The asset is strictly under cryostasis procedure as soon as he’s not needed anymore. The machine will be used if needed.” “I understand your point.” You absolute psychopath. “Then my request is simply to be here if it happens, and to be able to control the shocks. Also, I insist that he must be in perfect condition when you launch the procedure, I’ll personally make it happen and give you a green light.” “Thank you for your hard work.” He said, raising his hand, that you promptly and politely shook. You could feel the angry grasp. “I know you’re the perfect woman for this hard job. Your work is an inspiration for us all.” You wish you could end your life right here right now, instead of being told such atrocities. But you think about your mom and dad. At this time of year they start to prepare the pool for the summer, for the future neighborhood barbecues where they will brag to everyone about their incredible psychiatrist daughter who is doing secret stuff over sea to help save the world. You have to be strong. At least for them. At least for now.

“Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra.” You responded, while your tongue feels like sandpaper.

  “Ok he’s starting to wake up…” Someone warns, as Pierce leaves the room, unbothered. The pod opens before your eyes, as the asset -you hate this term- is being roughly handled and carried away by two dudes to his seat. The one dangerously close to the memory suppressing machine. You squatted in front of him, the time for him to blink several times and look around him. Confused, but it’s not exactly his first rodeo either. His eyes are quickly focused on the first thing in front of him : you. He looked like he was trying to remember who you are, but quickly realized he didn’t know you. Two blue spears digging right into your soul. That’s making you a bit uncomfortable. The same weird feeling of unease you have when a cat is watching you taking a shower. “Hi.” You started, in english, even if he could be from italy you had no freaking clue. You guessed that he was probably slavic. But the file says he’s speaking more than ten languages. And it wasn’t specified when and how the hell did he learn that. “Can you hear me?” He took a few more seconds to look at you, probably the time to finish reading every embarrassing moment of your life, right into your eyes, like your drunk 18th birthday when you finished in your panties swimming in a city fountain, but he nodded eventually. You actually know this look. But it’s the first time you have a super soldier in front of you so it’s of a rare intensity. He’s dissecting you. Gathering information. His eyes moved slightly down : a recent scar on your neck. Right : an ex piercing on the top of your ear, now unusable. Down left : he just realized you’re slightly unbalanced so he knows you have a hip issue. And down right : he’s looking at your hand, you don’t really know what he saw here, maybe calculating how to break them ? You were literally a foot in a viper’s nest. Were you terrified ? Absolutely. Will that forbid you to do your job ? Nope. “Can you follow the light ?” You asked, moving slowly your phone’s lamp from left to right in front of his eyes. He did it without questioning. “Ok good.” You tried a smile, not really knowing why. If he was at least a tenth as clever as the file said he was, he perfectly know that you’re here to fuck him up. But you couldn’t help it. Poor dude. He was visibly more or less your age. He could have been a prince, or thief, a womanizer, or a priest, whatever, HYDRA took everything from him. From his free will, of his right to grow old, to his sleep. “Can you tell me your name ?” He frowned, perplexed. “Winter Soldier.” Shitty answer but at least he was fully aware, and his tongue was working properly. “Nice to meet you, I’m doctor Y/N. We’re here to work together in preparation of your next assignment. Do you understand ?” He nodded, unimpressed. “Good, can you get up ?” He did, so you did it too. And he realized that you were… very short. His eyes literally went up and slooowly down. That was a bit mean, actually. You carefully took a glance behind you, and your eyeroll could probably trigger an earthquake. “Can you all nice gentlemen let down a bit of their weapon ?” You said at the 6 dudes with rifles literally fixed on him, ready to shoot at the wrong twitch of muscle. No wonder he wasn’t talkative. “You won’t say that when he will break your neck with two fingers, ‘mam.”

“He’s pretty stable for now. Plus he’s not fully awake, let’s give him time before threatening him, shall we ?”

Nobody moved for ten seconds before one of them complied, since you didn’t move. The rest of the bunch reluctantly followed . You looked at your patient, hoping that that would have made him a bit more relaxed. Nope, he didn’t give a shit. He wasn't even looking at them. He was looking at you. You’re the mystery of this room to him. But you didn’t need extra vision to understand that Docs treated him like a guinea pig, so he was very understandably extra careful with you. Standing on his feet, all his muscles ready for action,  that’s the exact moment you realized how close you two were. Indeed, if he decided to, your jaw would fly across the room in a single move. You never had such a display of sheer raw strength, and you could feel the heat of his body radiate.

 “He needs a shower, and clothings.” You said, having a look at his 5 years old combat suit still reeking the smell of his sweat. It was intoxicating. They didn’t even allow him to clean himself. Poor dude was frozen in his own filth for the last five years. And you didn’t know why you took an even deeper breath. “And I’m talking about comfy workout clothes, no combat suit. Please escort him and handle him with care, before bringing him to my office.” You actually decided to be sure he wouldn’t be mistreated, by waiting outside the man’s bathrooms. You weren’t certain of how he could react, and you didn’t trust anyone here. If one of them decided to do a piss contest with your patient, it could end badly. So you put your hands in your pockets, looking at the two armed men waiting for the most dangerous assassin in the world to finish scrubbing himself with soap. The atmosphere was heavy and the silence was loud in itself. Even the sound of the shower was stressful and menacing.

 When the Soldier was escorted to your improvised office into the archive, directly linked to a storage room that will be your bedroom for the next weeks, you let him take a seat and promptly blocked the access to the room of the two escort members. “Thank you sirs, that will be all. Please wait here.” They look at you like you just told them you were dating their daughters. “Sorry Miss, but we can’t…” “Sorry Doctor , and I can’t work properly with weapons in my office.” You raised your hand, showing your device on your wrist. Something that would not only call for aid by a simple pressure, but could stun an opponent. Neither them nor you were stupid : it wouldn’t stop The Winter Soldier, maybe he would blink a second at most. But you really wanted to be alone with him. Was he dangerous ? Yes. Were you absolutely certain that you would leave this room alive if you closed this door to their face ? No. But it’s been three years since your priority wasn’t your survival anymore. So you forced a smile and slapped the door. They needed you more than you needed them, so they will obey.

“Douchebags.” You muttered to yourself while coming back to your desk. Your patient didn’t even move a muscle at your little argument. He wasn’t totally inexpressive actually, mostly terribly broody. His hair was still wet from the shower he took, wearing cargo pants, heavy boots and hoodies, generic clothes by HYDRA. You got those too, since you’re not allowed to carry anything personal for mission to mission. You had a tablet for books, music and movies, but that was it. You haven’t opened your shelves yet, but you know it’s full of ugly clothes and generic black panties of doom. 

You took a large inspiration, sat on your desk in front of him, and started : “Ok ‘Winter Soldier’... how are you doing ?” He didn’t even flinch. He was staring into your soul with his eyes lost into dark circles. Depriving someone of proper sleep is a basic rule for brainwash. “You enjoyed the shower ?” Nothing. You waited for a bit to see if he would finally respond. Ten seconds. Twenty. fourty. a minute. When he gathered that you were actually looking for an answer, visibly a first one for him, he finally gave you the courtesy of one. “Yes.” “Perfect.” You didn’t hide your slight smile and tiled your head. “I’ll be sure you’re in your best condition for your next mission. If something’s on your mind, I need to know about it. Nothing will get out of this room. Both of our priorities are your goal, and your condition is the key to success. Which makes you , my high top priority. Do you understand me ?” “Yes.”

“Ok so let’s get going.” You took another file, and took a picture out, ready to handle it to him. “Is the name : Nicholas Fury, ringing some bells to you?” “Yes.” He took it inside his titanium fingers and finally moved his piercing blue eyes away from you to look at the picture. “In two weeks, you’ll be in Washington DC. An entire squad will be deployed to assassinate him. Fury is the leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D, not a mere target. He will break free and fight back. That will be when you’ll show up.” He wasn’t looking at the picture anymore. One thing for sure : at least he was paying attention to you, and what you were saying. And that made you actually kind of proud of yourself. “That was part one. I’ll personally supervise your training with the VR machine and your physical health and condition. I really need you to communicate with me all the time about anything that could be in your mind. The more focused you are, the more Hydra’s plan will succeed.” And what’s that plan ? You have not a single clue. You were a cog in the machine, disposable. Not much more than him. “Do you understand ?” “I understand.” Oh shit, two words this time!

“Good.” You smiled. He didn’t. You move your hands closer to him, to take a grip on the picture. He opened his prosthetic hand, leaving you to take it back. Nothing in his gesture seems dangerous. Just normal, somehow cordial. “I must ask : are you in any pain right now ?” His eyes significantly get from right to left. He must probably wonder why you are asking him that. Did nobody ever ask him such basic questions like : ‘are you in pain?’ This man's sole purpose was to fight, that made no damn sense for you.

“Sir ?” You insisted for an answer, even if the ‘sir’ sounded absolutely ridiculous to your ears. You didn’t know his name, and you don’t feel comfortable calling him “Winter Soldier” , “Soldier”, “Sir De Winter”, “Hey you,he soviet assassin” so it will be “Sir” for now. “Sir are you in pain right now ?” “I’m not in pain.” A complete sentence, that’s progress. You breathed a bit better “Ok good.” You got up from your desk, which was honestly barely taller that him remaining on his chair. He didn’t let go of your eyes and you decided to make a bold move. For now, he was always being responsive so you slowly moved your hands toward him. To his prosthetic hand. “May I take a look, please ?” You glanced at each other, nobody made the first move. In complete silence, if it wasn’t for both of your breaths. You’re almost sure that it has been at least 5 minutes since you decided to speak again. Slowly, and gently, with no signs of confrontation in your body language or speech. “I will not do it until you comply. And you can refuse the contact.” He didn’t answer right away but he finally nodded. 

Slowly, you took his hand into yours, lifting it from his thigh where it was resting. At the beginning it was just taking a look. But he wasn’t making any moves, so you decided to take your observation a little further. You used your other hands to start to move each finger separately, taking a step closer to him. Finally, you made one  of your hands slowly sliding into the hoodie, to feel the muscles, the nerves, how it feels like a real arm. It was cold, but you felt it shudder to your touch. That was the line you decided to not take it further.

“Thank you, Soldier.” You said with a smile, taking away your hands from him. You moved behind your desk, opening your notepad to take a bunch of notes, breaking the contact with him. Just a second. But when you raised your eyes again, The Winter Soldier wasn’t in sight.  

 You shuddered and didn’t make a single move. If it wasn’t for your fingers grasping your desk. You did your best to have a steady respiration and not start to panic. Your throat dried up immediately. You took a deep breath and say : “Please, get back to your seat.” You slowly moved your head to look right back at him. He was standing. His eyes were black, taking loud deep breaths, fixing your behind your shoulder. Tall. Dangerous. You were terrorised. And he could smell it. He didn’t move so you stood up as well, and slowly faced him. You try to remain in total control of your body and not start to fidget. You could scream for help, but for whatever reason, you still had the feeling you could handle the situation. Trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t the first time a patient was disobedient. The only difference was that this one could crush your skull in a bat of an eye, 

 “Get back.” You said once again, bearing his piercing eyes, but he didn’t budge. So you took out your hand and put it on his chest. You felt like an ant against a mountain, but you pushed him a bit. “We will go nowhere this way.” You resumed trying to get a step closer, even if it will be creating a proximity that could be even more lethal to you. “So please, get back to…”

Something happened. It was obvious, and clear as day : you felt the bulge between his legs. Right above your navel. Hardening even more now that he could feel your body. You decided immediately to repress the shameful feeling of your very inside warming up and tickling you. “Winter Soldier.” You growled, angry but trying your best to remain as professional as you could. Of course, of fucking course. This guy was gorged on serum and hormones, quick, violent actions, and adrenaline. Pumping in his veins, burning 24/7. His body was on the edge all the time, and he just awoke from a dreamless slumber. He was a human, whatever all these idiots were thinking, not a freakin’ cyborg. When was the last time he saw a woman that he didn’t smash the head on a wall ? You even suspected that Pierce was counting on it. Nonetheless, you were alone in an office, literally glued with the world's most dangerous assassin, who was having a massive hard-on. Throbbing against you. You had your share of very awkward situations in your short life time. But nothing, nothing prepared you for this. And you had even less of an idea of what to do because he was doing nothing . He was feeling uncomfortable, that you could say, but he wasn’t really doing any moves to attack you, or even take you. He was standing here, with heavy breathing, his eyes still piercing you. And you slowly slided your gaze to his lips, finding the vision of his hard laboured breath strangely mesmerizing.

 Short of ideas, your reflexes took the best (or the worst) of you, and without you realizing it, your hand was around his neck. Your palm pressured on his glottis, and you clearly felt him swallow. As clearly as you felt him becoming even harder. Your breath was starting to shake, as you felt a not-so subtle chill coursing your spin. You drew his face and your face closer, as you finally moved forward, forcing him to move as well. Forcing was a strong word : the last time you hit a punching bag, you hurt yourself and sobbed for an hour. But for whatever reason, he did whatever you wanted. As if he was testing your resolve to make him obey. But there was nothing on his file about this behaviour. He tried to attack, kill and escape. Nothing about testing the limits of anyone.

“You. Will. Sit. Down!” you spat, through your teeth, forcing even more your grip around his neck, as your other hand was reaching for his hair. You pulled it, not too harshly, but you could definitely smell the musk, and the wetness of what stayed of his shower.

You did it. He was sitting down again. And your bodies departed for one another. For once he tried to escape your gaze, which was a strangely human reaction. You both managed to get your breath back, before you decided to call the guard to adjourn your observation.

As soon as the door closed behind them, you felt your legs giving up and you sat on the ground, back against your desk, a small wimp leaving your throat. You felt your eyes starting to wet, and your teeth rattled a bit so you tried to cuddle yourself to try to retake control on your body. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as his intoxicating smell was still all around you. It was by far one of the most terrifying experiences you ever felt, and it was all clouded by the phantom feeling of his body against yours. You could still feel his gaze, his heat, his… well, his cock against your belly. You were still chilling, trying to repress whatever you were feeling at this instant. Because it wasn’t right, for you. Nor him. Everyone in this godforsaken organisation was treating him like a dog, just here to attack and do tricks, but you swore to yourself not to do the same. You will succeed at your mission, but you’ll do it from the crumbs of humanity and morality that HYDRA left you. You will do anything possible that the mission will be complete, the most painless possible for this broken man you just saw. Wait a second.

Painless .

You jumped on your feet, ignoring the numbness of your legs caused by the shock, and you ran at the door, screaming at the three men at the end of the corridor. “HEY !” The guards startled a bit and looked at you “I changed my mind. Bring the Winter Soldier back to my office.” They briefly exchange what seems to be a bunch of insults about you, but they comply to bring the Soldier back. Him ? He seemed absolutely unbothered. 

You closed the door behind the both of you, to the face of the guards yet again. He was standing here, showing his back as you slowly got back in front of him. Hands in your pocket, not really sure of what to do nor how to do it. He was looking at you, this same feeling of unease than before. And for reasons : a small glance confirmed that he was still rock hard. You didn’t make any move for a long time, until you finally put your hand on his chest. You felt his breathing becoming slightly quicker. “You’re not in pain.” You whispered, and he shook his head, negatively. “That was the wrong question. I’m sorry... “ Without you noticing, you had the palm of your hand on his cheek, scrubing lightly his stubble with your thumb as an apology. You breathed in, just couldn’t believe what you were about to say. “Do you need help ?” His expression didn’t change, but his eyes ? They became a bit brighter, you could even see a bit of relief when you saw him nod.

You swiftly move your other index on his pillowy lips as you still lower your voice. “They cannot hear us.” He nodded again as the only feeling of your finger as close to his mouth made him shiver with anticipation. He was literally dying of anything that could relieve him. And for what you understood, as your conversation continued, he trusted you with his body, to provide him with the sweet touch he has been totally deprived of. You slowly push away your index to gently slide your thumb between his lips, and he sighed with pleasure as he took it with an eagerness you would never have believed possible. The most deadly assassin in the world, the legendary Winter Soldier that everyone wishes he wasn’t real, was purring while sucking your finger. If you weren’t the shrink, you’ll be needing one immediately. You gently moved him to make him sit in his chair, he was way too tall for you to handle this with ease. “What about the showers?” You asked him, as you removed your thumb to make it gently slide on his lips, your other hand crawling across his chest to his pants. He swallowed before whispering. “I could but... “ his well built square jaws started to tense, with a visible revulsion. “... They can watch.” Disgusting. He couldn’t even close the damn door of the shower. “You’re safe here.” You said as your hand was finally reaching the bulge behind his Hydra cargo pants. You didn’t know what you expected but… it was way beyond that. He hissed a bit at the feeling of your hand as you started to touch it gently over the fabric. 

Now he was panting, looking at you as you were a single oasis after years of thirst in the desert. “Please…” You heard, barely audible when he was starting to lose it. “I got you, but you have to promise me to be good.” “Anything. Please…” 

And at your very surprise, you obliged him. Using your hand to plunge into his pants, while the other fast pressed into his mouth, muffing the immediate deep moan that escaped at the very second you touched his pulsing penis. He started panting even more, as he used his flesh arm to drive you onto him. His forehead against yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer and closer. Actually you let go of his -massive- erection a second to just drop out his pants, and his breach. You stopped a second, only to watch him begging you with his eyes, as you could feel his saliva at the palm of your hand while you muzzled him. It was it. You realized what kind of power you have over this man. He has been used and abused in every single way, but for once : someone’s finally doing what he wanted. You had his pleasure in your very hands, and for once in years, you could finally help someone. So you’re gonna do it, you’re going to make him feel good. Very good. “Good boy.” You muttered, without knowing where the hell that could come from, and you reached him again. Stroking your hands up and down his shaft, nourishing yourself over the vibration of his muffled moans against your hand. His eyes weren't leaving yours, if it wasn’t for when they seemed to roll to the sky. His vision periodically blackened by the waves of forbidden pleasure he was feeling over his body, who was barely him anymore. Your eyes were gorging on the vision of his handsome muscular man, surrendering himself to your touch, sweating, trembling and panting for you. You were saluted by an utterly satisfied noise the moment you decided to lean over his manhood to drip a large amount of your own saliva moist what was already on the edge of ruin. You rolled your thumb against his tip, massage his veins with just one finger… anything to make him feel something. Anything that wasn’t pure anger, hatred or apathy. You were inclined to believe the file saying that he was nothing but a perfectly built weapon for HYDRA to command. But now, when you tickled, teased and made him shiver, and you felt all his sincere gratitude, you were certain : There is a man in here. And he was finally feeling good .

But soon, it wasn’t enough anymore. Seeing his bare thighs, powerful, thicken by years of training and super soldier serum, tensed by all the nerves and muscles deliciously answering to your call, made your inside warmed up. Your core was aching, screaming for proximity and intimacy, and before you understood what happened, you sat astride on his left thigh. The soft flesh between your legs immediately responded with delight, making you shiver. Almost instantly, you felt his grip on your hip, of the cold metal digging into your flesh with despair. It was a super soldier, with the stamina of several dozen men, but it’s been so long, and you were touching him with perfection. You felt his head on your shoulder, and slowly you started licking his temple, tasting the very fruit of your hard work : his sweat. 

Galvanized by his intoxicating smell, and the thrusting he started giving to your hand, you started to move like a snake, rocking against his skin, looking for some pressure despite the fabric of your pants, mercilessly acting like a barrier of your own pleasure. You could get it off, but it was a limit that you forbid yourself to cross. But it’s true, as you were working him, you couldn’t stop yourself to think of how this would feel. Sliding inside you. You were so very short and fragile, and compared to your hand, his phallus was gigantic. He could ruin you, split you in half, using his bare hands and make you do anything. But the only person in control here, were you. And only you. You never felt anything like this before. And it’s highly probable than neither did he. You tried to vanish the thought, but the more you could feel his thigh between yours, the more you became obsessed.

 The more he was approaching, the more eager the soldier became. Both of his hands firmly gripped on your behind, almost certain that it will leave bruises, but you didn’t care at this very moment. His grunts against your hands became more and more intense, and you started to feel he was about to give in. In between your fingers, small drips of salivas were started to escape. You couldn’t give up your grip now, so you made it even more tight, drawing your lips closer to your hands, you whispered as your sore wrist fastened its path “I’m here for you. Give everything to me.”

 His panting became incontrolable, his eyes rolled out, his head dropped back, before he finally reached his peak. You felt the deep vibration of his ultimate cry on your hand, as your other hand was dripping of hot seed. You slowly removed your other hand from his face, and could contemplate your masterpiece :  the Soldier absolutely looked like a mess, with his red face, his eyes blinking furiously, covered with his own saliva. You left his leg, both your hands dripping of his bodily fluids. You used the one that was on his lips to pick his head and forced him to look at you. You ravished your vision of this man who absolutely surrendered to your good care, deeply satisfied with your attention. You cradled his face, and you took a large lick of his spit from his chin to his mouth. Where he leaned for a wet and warm kiss. You took a good taste of him, intoxicated by whatever pheromones he could diffuse around you.

 You look at him another few seconds, before recluandly moving away, to the bathroom where you not only washed your hands, but came back with a wet towel. You first cleaned with infinite care his face, and then his genitals, making sure he wouldn’t have any kind of unpleasant sensation as he had a big day ahead of him. You were his doctor and caretaker, and he had a mission to prepare. He seemed to respond well to the cleaning, not really expressive, but he made no sudden move. You could see him sighing with ease, closing his eyes as he rubbed his cheek in your palm again, when you were caressing him with the wet towel. You could still hear a loud satisfying purr. If you didn’t specifically ask him to kill someone less that an hour ago, you would actually find this absolutely adorable.

 You breathed in and out, making sure he was okay. “Are you feeling better ?...” He nodded, visibly relaxed, as he was closing his pants but not much more expressive than before. He stood up, in front of you, like nothing happened. “Yes.” But to your surprise he added a second later. “Thank you, doctor.” You smiled at him as you couldn’t keep yourself from making your knuckles caressing his cheek, and finally tracking the shape of his jaws. “Good boy.” You heard yourself say, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you.He didn’t react. All the shivers, purring,  sighing, and moans disappeared as soon as his pants closed. It was for the best, and you quickly took your hand back, clearing your throat. You call the guards. The Winter Soldier was fully ready for his mission preparation, and you asked them to give him some time to recover from… his cryostatic, before you would start the procedure.

 In the meantime, you need a shower. A long, hot, steamy, shower. 

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 8

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: More stalkery-type behaviour from a certain someone. Some drinking & swearing.

(My GIF)

She just couldn’t leave it alone. And she was going to find out if she did know about all the flirting, the lunches, the drinks after work, the kiss. One way or another. She opened her car door, got out and locked it, before crossing over and walking towards the café.

It was getting near closing time, and you’d come back downstairs to help your team with all the end-of-day things which needed done. Once again, they didn’t really need your help but you’d been feeling unsettled all day, mainly due to that Homeland agent showing up in your café.

What the fuck was all that about? you wondered. It was definitely weird. You were 99% sure it was her, but you’d decided not to text Billy about it, just in case it wasn’t actually Madani. What if she was sitting right there with him when you texted? You would look like a paranoid idiot.

And yeah, that was the other thing that had been playing on your mind. Despite his reassurances, you were still worried about him being around Madani. You’d meant what you said, she was pretty, and if she decided to go all out to get her hands on Billy, would he be able to resist? After all, he did find her attractive - he’d admitted as much to you, agreeing that she was pretty - otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed her, he would’ve just kept it to flirting, surely?

While your brain was busy torturing you, you heard the café door opening and were aware of someone entering. The café wasn’t actually closed yet, and smiling to yourself, you thought ‘there’s always that one absolute last-minute customer’ before continuing to clean one of the Gaggias.

Jake had stepped up to the counter and asked what he could get for them, and you froze as you heard, “I’m Agent Madani from Homeland. I need to speak to your boss.”

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You immediately swung round, thinking that - while you were shocked by her reappearance - you weren’t going to let her get the upper hand. Plastering a fake smile on your face, you stepped forward, “That’s me,” and saying your name. She was staring at you as if she wanted to see right into your head, and you continued, “Could I see your ID please?” A small frown creased her brow but she pulled out her ID, which was on a lanyard round her neck, from under her jacket and stuck it rather rudely in front of your face.

You kept the smile on your face as you examined it....so, Dinah Madani. Billy hadn’t ever called her anything but Madani to you, probably thinking that using her first name might rile you up even more. Thanking her, you then asked how you could help her, letting the smile fade down as otherwise you’d just look slightly psychopathic. She, all business-like, asked if there was somewhere you could go to talk privately and you nodded, indicating the internal door up to your office. You headed over to it, saying over your shoulder to Jake, “I’ll be back down soon.”

Before you turned away you saw her eyebrows rise at your remark, a small irritated look flitting over her face before disappearing. Reaching the door, you opened it and gestured for her to go in front of you, but she shook her head, “No, it’s fine - you first,” she said. As you started to walk up the stairs, you could feel her eyes boring into your back and you realised that you were feeling really quite uncomfortable with this turn of events. However, she was a federal agent so you couldn’t really refuse to speak to her without things escalating.

Reaching your office, you went inside and headed for your chair, indicating to her the one opposite. She sat down and you did too, waiting to see what the hell this woman wanted to speak to you about. Reaching into her bag, she took out a small black notebook and pen, then looked up at you, staring intently. You stared back, face expressionless (you hoped).

“You know Billy Russo.” Not a question.

Okayyyy, you thought - straight to the point! Nodding at her, you answered, “Yes, I do.”

“How long have you known him?” You looked back at her, wondering whether to challenge her or not, but replied, “Ummm... about a week.”

She looked down, scribbling something in her notepad, but you felt it was so you couldn’t see her expression. Looking back up, she went on, “Uhuh, and what is the nature of your relationship with him?”

Now you’d had enough. Giving her a wide smile, you said, “And why exactly would you need to know that, Agent Madani?” You wondered when or if she was going to cut to the chase.

“He’s involved in one of my ongoing cases,” she said, deadpan, “...and I need to know your connection to him so I can assess if it impacts it in any way.” You lying bitch, you thought.

“And what could I possibly have to do with your case?” you asked her. She tapped her pen impatiently on her notepad, “Well, that’s for me to decide,” she replied with a smirk. You matched her smirk, “Okay,” shrugging, “...we’re in a relationship.” She gave a sharp laugh, her eyes going wide as she stared at you, “After one whole week?!! That’s kinda fast, isn’t it?”

You could feel your mouth tightening into a line, so you quickly relaxed it. You also gave a small laugh, and sat back, hands flat on the desk. “Are you a federal agent or a relationship counsellor? It’s none of your business, Agent Madani. You asked your question, I gave you my answer.” She shifted in her chair and you knew she was getting annoyed and impatient. Good. You wanted her off-balance. Because if she’d come here just to dig out what you and Billy were to each other - and you suspected she had - you were going to make waves at Homeland about it.

Madani frowned and said, “It just seems a little suspicious to me. You only met Russo a week ago, yet you think you’re in some kind of a relationship with him? What’s your agenda, exactly? Because apart from anything else, Billy Russo doesn’t do relationships. He’s told me as much.”

You raised your eyebrows and grinned at her. She’d unwittingly related what Billy had actually said to her at some stage and it wasn’t very flattering, if she’d thought about it before she’d said it. Like, he doesn’t want a relationship with you, darling. “Really? And why would you be discussing relationships with Billy Russo?” She couldn’t resist letting another smirk appear on her lips, and you knew she was about to spill.

“Because we’ve been seeing each other. Dating. Outside of work.” A triumphant look cast your way. You smiled, although truthfully you wanted to smack her smug face. “Isn’t that a little... unprofessional?” “No, it’s not. We’re not co-workers.”

You swivelled your chair from side to side, then went for the jugular, “Billy’s told me all about you, Agent Madani. That you’re working a joint case, not that I know any details. And about the lunches, the drinks after work, and - oh yes - I believe there was a kiss at some point?” She was surprised, you could tell. She probably thought he either hadn’t told you, or hadn’t believed him when he said he had.

“Sorry, Agent Madani, but that was all before Billy met me.” Chew on that, bitch, you thought. “It’s all in the past and he won’t be repeating any of it.”

Now she just looked angry, her eyes glaring at you. You almost wished you hadn’t spared her the details of exactly why Billy had been acting the way he did with her. But you didn’t want to make things even more awkward for him.

“Oh, and as to what my ‘agenda’ is, I don’t have one.” Holding her stare, you added, “Billy and I are simply enjoying each other’s company. A lot.”

Her face was totally blank now, her eyes on yours but not connecting. It was like her battery had powered down. She stood up, shoved the notepad into her bag, and started walking to the door. Just as her hand grabbed the doorhandle, you said, “And if you haven’t already done it, be my guest and dig into my life and my business just to make sure nothing impacts your case.”

Without saying a word, she was gone and the door slammed behind her as she left. You sat right back in your chair, and a huge breath left your lungs. Wow. You hadn’t gone as intensely toe to toe like that with someone in a while.

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Madani hurried through the café and out into the street. She was fuming!

Crossing the road and getting into her car, she started it up and drove away fast. She just wanted to get away from there as quickly as she could. She was very unhappy about the way the encounter had gone. It wasn’t often that she got bested in an interview. Well, okay it hadn’t been a proper interview exactly, but she admitted to herself that she hadn’t expected the woman to come back at her like that.

Yeah, she’d thought that Russo’s little girlfriend would be a pushover once she put on her Hardass Federal Agent hat. But she’d underestimated her.

Deciding to head home and sink a bottle of wine, she suddenly had a better idea. She started driving towards Anvil.

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Meanwhile, you’d made your way back downstairs and headed to one of the Gaggia machines. You needed a triple corretto. “Jake,” you said quietly, and he made his way over to you. “You OK?” he asked, looking at you with a concerned expression. “Grab me the brandy, would you? And I’ll make you one too.” Coffees made and topped up, you said, “Come up to the office for a minute.” If you didn’t get what just happened off your chest, you felt like you’d implode.

And you knew Jake would only ask you why Homeland had come calling anyhow.

Once you were both settled on the sofa in your office, sipping your coffees, you told him all about the entire big drama, but glossing over certain areas where you couldn’t go into too much detail. His eyes were like saucers just about the whole time. “She said that? That she was dating him?!” You nodded, “Yeah, and she’s trying to make out that I’m the delusional one!” You both laughed. “Are you gonna report her to her bosses?” Jake asked you.

“I’d love to, I’d really would. She’s unprofessional, and I think the green-eyed monster’s sent her off the rails a bit - I mean she’s acting like a stalker! But I’ll check with Billy first, it might stir up trouble he doesn’t need right now. But I might wait till the joint case is closed and then do it!” “That might be a better idea, yeah - but I really don’t think she should get away with it.” “Oh, we’ll see. I’m angry right now, but I might have calmed down by the time the case is finished. Right... come on, let’s get this place closed down for the night.”

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Billy was also getting ready to leave the office, switching off his laptop and locking various files away in his safe. He was one of the last ones in the place, and he took a moment to stand at the big floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the empty training area. He stretched out his back and shoulders, rolling his neck from side to side. What a fuckin’ day, he thought.

It had started so well, he thought, a sly smile curving his lips. My god, what she can do with her mouth. He felt himself starting to get hard thinking about the two of them in bed that morning, and just what she’d done to him. He basked in the feeling for a few moments, sliding his hand down onto his zip. Mmm. Maybe he should disappear to his private bathroom and jack off before he left.

But then his smile dropped. Madani was heading across the training area towards the stairs to his office. Oh fucking hell. He moved his hand off his crotch just in time, before she looked up at him standing behind the expanse of glass.

His mind suddenly skipped to the meeting earlier that day in Dinah’s office. He really hoped all her diva drama wasn’t going to interfere with the case in a bad way. She’d just have to deal with it. He wasn’t going to mess up what he had with his girl just to keep Madani happy. He wondered what the hell she wanted to talk to him about now. Because he could really do without it, if he was honest. He just wanted to call his goddess, head over to her place, persuade her to cook some more of her heavenly food for him, eat it and fall into bed. And into her.

Madani threw open the door and marched purposefully towards him, eyes boring into his.

Turning at the sound of the door bursting open, Billy didn’t particularly like the determined look on her face.

“Dinah? he said, warily.

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She was going to sort this out, and sort it out now so that things were back the way they should be.

Saying nothing, she shoved him back against the glass and roughly pulled his jacket down over his shoulders, then started pulling his tie loose. Her other hand went to his shirt and started scrabbling at all the buttons, impatiently tugging until some of them popped and hit the carpet next to his feet. She pulled the shirt apart, leant in and ran her tongue over his skin.

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Back home, you’d lain down on the sofa and thought again about the run-in you’d had with Madani. It was really niggling at you, and so you went and got an old friend - a nice bottle of Italian red - out of your wine rack and opened it, letting it breathe for a few moments before pouring a healthy amount into a big wine glass.

After turning on the TV and taking an appreciative gulp of Barolo, you debated whether to call Billy and tell him about the Drama Queen’s two visits to you. Yes, you thought, he really should know about this as soon as possible just in case there was any backlash.

You FaceTimed him, but it rang out unanswered. Shrugging, you sent him a text, just asking him to call you as soon as he could. Then you shoved your phone onto the coffee table, turned your attention to the TV and continued sipping your wine.

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