#yes. minions. you heard me right

[tearahnee]

You ever just regret drawing something

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙meme | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none rly it's jus fun & fluff

summary: in which you love causing mischief and mayhem and both of your fans eat it up

a/n: i liked this request but had no idea how to rly like execute it in fic at all but i had the idea just to have them being silly on the tl hahah hope that works ok & u guys like it?! sorry if it's shorttt

request!!!: idea!!! omg have you seen that girl on tiktok, i think she goes by dj mandy, and she pretends to be a serious dj and mashups the most random songs with a straight face,,, im picturing landos girlfriend with that type of humour in a fic😭

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landonorris ok

landonorris why do you always pick these random pics of me to post like we dont have any nice pics ?

yourusername funnyy

landonorris ur the only one laughing

oscarpiastri not true

danielricciardo i laughed too

carlossainz55 and me

landonorris oh great. her minions are here

user5 i love y/n's aesthetic photo dumps being ruined by lando 💀

user6 nah it adds to the vibes imo

user7 my fav wag

user8 she's soo funny she doesn't care what anyone thinks at all 💀

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yourusername thts my man thts my man

yourusername awoooo awoo awoo 🌙

carlossainz55 what you doing right now

yourusername howling at the moon. you?

landonorris dont question her carlos

yourusername omg. he's defending my weird behaviour ...... 😊

landonorris well yes. no one else will

carlossainz55 🤨🤨🤨

user12 he is so pretty

user13 omg lol at y/n going feral in the comments 💀

user14 im obsessed with her

user15 my fav couple ever

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landonorris what you on about gang shit for

yourusername isnt it cool

landonorris no not at all

yourusername right well i heard george say it

georgerussell63 liar

yourusername someone british said it

georgerussell63 well it wasnt bloody me

user16 y/n getting bullied in the comments by british men 💀

user17 awww her & lando r so in love even tho they are always bullying eachother

user18 lol she's so funny

user19 as if george russell would ever say something like gang shit 😭

yourbff "gang shit" & there's absolutely no one else in the pics apart from ur bf on a tv

landonorris right? that's what im saying

yourusername ok sorry for using it incorrectly i'll do better next time.

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yourusername on that gang shit for real this time

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landonorris this one i'll allow however why am i last

lilymhe dont take it personally lando

yourusername u deserve it for bullying me about saying gang shit

alex_albon it's true you barely even deserve a spot at all lando

landonorris right well you guys are mean

carlossainz55 hey bestie hey bestie hey bestie hey bestie

landonorris stop harassing my girlfriend

yourusername hey carlos miss you

user20 not carlos spamming hey bestieee

user21 omgg i didnt know she's friends with alex and lily

user22 she's lowkey friends with everyone😭😭

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danielricciardo if you guys actually broke up and her first reaction to it was to post taylor swift lyrics with a george russell meme you have every right to be mad

yourusername LOL soo valid

landonorris i wouldn't even be surprised if she did this

danielricciardo me neither

yourusername urm i would never do that

oscarpiastri you sure?

yourusername not you too oscar 😔

user26 AWWW

user27 this is lando's equivalent of a dog pissing on a lamppost

user28 marking his territoryyyyy iktrrr

yourbff aww you love her for real

landonorris well duh have you seen her.

user29 AWWWW soppy lando

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lilymhe will challenge you for best wag spot

yourusername tbh i'd let you have it

lilymhe awww we can share it 🥰

user30 aww y/n being srs for once

user31 AHH my favs

user32 favs being soppy & cute on main 🥰

user33 y/n is so me. weird & cute!

user34 fr she's just one of the girls

user35 no literally i want her to be my bff

landonorris not you being nice and normal for once

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[spikedsoul]

Imagine the fanfic happening in the movie universe.

Honey is the maid (Human, maybe?) that takes care of Bowser, feeding him and listening to his new Peach songs. Until, one day, the songs aren't about Peach anymore.

Gently hold small husband with salad tongs-

CAN YOU IMAGINE also um I couldn't help myself. Did i get carried away? Yes! (Although I didn't include the last bit, sorry!) Hopefully I kept him in character from the movie lmao

You were used to hearing Bowser talk and sing about Peach as you made his food, did his laundry, cleaned his room like the giant manchild he was. The only time he acknowledged that you existed was when he needed to bend someone's ear about his plans (marrying Peach) and Kamek wasn't around... but you weren't complaining. It was steady work and steady pay, and you were taken care of well enough that for now, you could handle it. In fact the only regular direct interaction you had with him was bringing his food, and he usually just snatched it from you without a word.

You'd also been privy to some of his more tender moments, a mere anonymous shoulder to lament to. Over the years, you'd learned to see past the anger, past the obsession, to know he's got a heart buried deep inside that chest - if only someone could reach it. But you kept it all to yourself - he probably still didn't know your name.

And why should he? He was a king, and you were paid to be a maid, silent and invisible. And that was fine. Things didn't need to be complicated. It was a simple business transaction.

You slipped into his music room as you'd done so many times before, listening to him play as you quietly got to work tidying up around him.

Sometimes it felt like he didn't even know you were there - but that allowed you to sort of see under that spiked shell of his, so you really didn't mind. Although, he never stopped playing either way, so who knew?

"Tell me, sweetheart," you heard him rumble over the music, "what is it that keeps you here?"

You hadn't heard those lyrics before, but the spoken word style suited them.

He chuckled - well, cackled more like - as he continued playing. "So diligently taking care of my castle, and me, and never once caring to speak up. So content to stay hidden in the background. You've never recoiled from my touch or looked at me like the villain I am, nor have you let leak any of my.... hmm, less than proud moments. So tell me, my sweet little handmaiden, do you think you're invisible to me?"

You dropped your broom in shock and spun around to see him, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. The only sound that echoed through the chamber now was the clatter of the broom handle hitting the floor.

What the fuck just happened? Did you hallucinate all of that just now? Your wide eyes swept the room in front of you, your mouth hanging open; it's been a while since you'd been on a proper vacation, so maybe you had imagined it...

With a quiet sigh, you turned around to pick up your broom - only to be met with a massive, scaly paw wrapping gently around your throat, clawed thumb forcing your head back by your chin. Your face flushed brightly as you stared doe-eyed right into King Bowser's grinning face.

"L-Lord Bowser," you stammered, absolutely ashamed of how you felt about his warm hand encompassing your neck so easily. Through all your interactions, this was the first time you'd ever touched him, and you had to admit his scales were smoother than you'd expected.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you, his nostrils fluttering as he dragged you a little closer to him. That terrible, beautiful grin didn't leave him.

"My silent little human minion," he purred; his breath wafted over your face, the smell of woodsmoke heavy in your nose. "I've been thinking a lot lately, you know.... about you. About us. About what could be..."

"Wh-what can I do for you, sir?" Your voice quivered and you could feel your throat bob against his hand when you swallowed; his not so subtle implications were making you dizzy.

He hummed, bringing his free hand up to drag his claws through your locks. "I want you to tell me about me. I want to know what a mere human like you thinks of the great Lord Bowser - and I want your true feelings, got it?" he growled quietly. "You've seen more of me than even Kamek is privy to, and I demand to know why you stick around."

You resisted the urge to let out a sigh; he was just fishing for compliments, thank God, despite his thinly veiled threat. If you actually told him the truth, you feared you'd end up dead. Not that you really had bad things to say! Bowser was just a little unpredictable sometimes.

You brought your hands up to lightly rest them over the one that held your throat, but you didn't try pulling away one way or another. That seemed to confuse Bowser, his head tilting to the side as his grin slowly faded.

"Well, sir," you murmured, slowly relaxing, "even though you desire to dominate other kingdoms and crush your enemies... you still seem like you would treat your allies well. I mean, look at me: I'm a lowly maid, but I get paid well and I feel relatively protected on the occasion things get a little... ah, rough. As fierce as you are... I don't feel like I need to fear you, exactly. Which is a good thing as your employee."

Bowser's pupils dilated slightly as he seemed to consider your words. You just hoped they were honeyed enough to appease him instead of set him off, but either way you'd find out in a few seconds.

"...That ain't all, is it?" he finally huffed. "I know you got more opinions on me than that political shit you just spouted, so tell me. Promise I won't get mad." And then he gave you the best puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen.

Oh, heavens help you. There was zero reason for this koopa to be so.... cute.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage, and then practically blurted out one of your deepest feelings about him: "Sometimes you seem like you could use a real hug and a caring friend."

His jaw dropped as he stared at you in surprise. You stared right back at him, just as surprised that that's what came out.

The silence between the two of you stretched on until you couldn't bear it anymore and you finally turned around, chiming, "M-maybe I should get back to work-"

"Wait!" Before you could even blink, Bowser snatched you off your feet, holding you up in the air like he was afraid you'd try to run.

You blinked at him, a little surprised. "...Yessir?" you asked calmly despite the blush threatening to return. Momentarily, all he did was stare at you a little dumbly before recollecting himself a little.

"I-I, uh, just thought - I mean, if you wanted to give me a real hug, I'd - I'd allow that. And the... friend thing..."

Ah, you knew that code. He wanted a hug, but he didn't want to seem like he wanted it. Poor guy.

"...You know what, now that I think about it, I think a hug would be real nice. How about you let me know every time you're in the mood to allow me to hug you, huh?" you murmured. "And if you'd like me to-"

Bowser nodded, and without hesitation (or letting you finish) he held you to his wide chest, pressing your face right against it. Unfortunately your arms were pinned to your sides so you couldn't really hug back, but you could still feel some of the tension leak out of his body when he realized you weren't squirming or trying to get away.

"You know..." The vibration of his deep voice made your head buzz pleasantly, pressed against his chest as it was. "Between you and me, maybe Peach is just a siren trying to lure me into a false love, using her pretty face to keep me from seeing someone who'd really care about me..."

Since he couldn't see your face, you rolled your eyes. "Then does this mean you have your eyes suddenly set on someone else, sir?" you asked politely.

He set you back on your feet and crouched so that his face was level with yours, his large hands keeping a gentle hold of yours. "I don't know if "suddenly" is the right word... there's been a slow realization over a few years, but I suppose I'm finally ready to give up on Peach in favor of a more promising potential."

You smiled a little, daring to reach out; Bowser's eyes watched your hand as it fell gently on his nose. His pupils blew wide. Although you opened your mouth to say something, it was then that it dawned on you that Bowser wasn't actually crouching - he was kneeling.

"B-Bowser?" you breathed as, once again, your face grew hot with the intensity of your blush. But even as you stared at that adorably sweet face he was making, the sincerity and silent plea for some sort of consensual companionship was almost overwhelming.

"I'm gonna make you my bride one way or another... sweetheart."

[calpalsworld]

ANOTHER MINIONS PSA

Im sick of hearing. “Minions would follow [insert terrible irl figure here]” as if minions aren’t living beings who can discern between right and wrong. I’ve heard enough of it!!! It is not true! And no, the reason they wouldnt follow [insert any terrible irl person here] isnt even because the movie is for kids! It is also not even because the minions universe takes place in an alternate history with alternate lore! It is because...

Minions do NOT in fact, want the most EVIL person as their Boss.

Minions follow the most VILLANOUS person they can find. There is a BIG distinction between VILLANOUS and EVIL.

Evil = doing horrific things

Villainous = flamboyant and self-indulgent anti-authoritarianism, particularly pertaining to the Evilcore AESTHETIC

(example 1: they spend centuries serving Count Dracula, some scraggly ass dude who probably only kills like 1 person every couple nights, or maybe just turns a person into a vampire, which isnt very evil if you ask me. but he is SERVING in that outfit. the minions probably stay held up in that spooky castle for the VIBES instead of finding some kind of warlord or landlord who inflicts suffering on thousands per day. so.)

(example 2: they dont even consider following the Queen of England who is RIGHT THERE at the end of Minions 1. No, instead they follow the random kid who came in and stole 1 crown because he has a cool escape vehicle and laughs maniacally.)

SO YES, Minions search for the most swaggiest bad bitches. Not terrible people.

AND ALSO, Minions are shown to desire an enriching environment full of fun and villainy. Not one where they mindlessly harm the world. Minions show empathy and compassion towards other people and all sorts of animals throughout the films. Minions do not thrive off EVIL. Which is why Felonius Gru was the perfect Boss for the minions.  Gru was just a silly kid who wanted more than anything to be famously villainous when he and the minions first met. And he learned all the minions names, learned to somewhat speak their language, and treated them with kindness, unlike the many Bosses before him. (Would [insert irl s*rial killer here] tuck the minions into sleep? NO.) This is why the minions continue to be fiercely loyal to Gru no matter what -- even now that he is part of the Anti Villain League! Minions are conscious creatures with emotions. Minions form bonds and have opinions, and they serve Gru because he is a swaggy bad bitch and also a kind person.

So thats why Im sick of all these jokes about minions following horrific individuals.

Thank you.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hello! Hope it’s okay to message. I saw your post about Marius and the paintings in the series/trailer but I’m dumb and don’t understand them. Can you explain them screenshots of when they’re in the trailer and series? Thank you so much

Hey!

Of course!

So in episode 2 we see Daniel in front of a painting.

Armand: "It's Venetian. A contemporary of Tintoretto's." Daniel: ""Marius de Romanus." Never heard of him." Armand: "Little of his work survives. Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare."

Now. it's probably important to know here that Marius is Armand's maker, and he painted him quite a few times. (Armand also was an icon painter in his mortal life, in the book, we'll see how they'll spin it here, though the art in that one shot in the trailer is very interesting.)

Supposedly Armand thought Marius dead for long periods of time. However, given that we're in a mixed timeline, and that there are indisputable elements of the last trilogy in the show (Fareed, for example.) I believe that we are looking at the show's version of "Trinity Gate". And in the Trinity Gate era Armand was more than aware that Marius was indeed not dead. In fact there had been reconciliation. For me the painting on the wall of that apartment indicates that a certain reconciliation between must have happened already. I cannot see Armand look at his maker's painting when he still harbors the negative feelings he must have felt after it all came down.

In the trailer we see this guy, played by Justin Kirk, who I think will be/is Marius. He says: "You should fear the other one."

And right afterwards there is a shot of Louis hurling his glass with blood at a painting.

However, that is not the painting by Marius (that would be behind Louis there). This is "Rembrandt's "The Storm on the Sea of Galilee" (something which Assad Zaman cheekily posted ages ago^^).

Here you probably need to know that after the "chase" of the Devil's Minion arc (so when Armand hunted Daniel across the globe and eventually fell in love with him) there was a phase, where they hunted down art thieves. And kept the art.

That is stolen art from Daniel's and Armand's time together on the wall.

Edit: @cbrownjc pointed out that the timeframe of the theft doesn’t match the likely DM timeframe. So the painting might be from after DM! (But still stolen art^^)

And Louis throws blood at it in obvious frustration.

In the story referenced through the painting Christ calms the storm after his disciples panic, and he admonishes them: "Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?"

Given that (I'll just call him that until proven otherwise) Marius just talked about who Daniel needs to fear in the previous scene? Definitely not a coincidence :)

I also do not think the "presence" of Marius behind Louis on the wall there is any coincidence. (But it cannot be seen, and that is definitely no coincidence either, imho.)

Marius has been foreshadowed, and quite heavily, imho. He is also necessary for both Armand's and Lestat's backstories.

It's... too early I think to fully analyze what it means. It could mean Daniel has fully remembered and he and Armand are in their own little bubble (after all Louis seems to be alone there). We'll see.

Last but not least:

This - there's paintings.

Has Armand started to paint again? Has he shown Louis his paintings? Does he make himself vulnerable there for Louis, and Louis... accepts the invitation? Bites him there? Turns him to kiss him?

I would actually love that.

Because that would be a huge step for Armand. Huge. Cannot be overstated. Because Armand, too, carries lots of trauma. (They all do.)

[coolprettyleo]

fit my poems like a perfect rhyme - everything has changed au

wc: 3k

tw: talks of sex. angst. drinking. lmk if more!

gabe perreault x oc

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rachel summers was a girl everyone around her was drawn too. she was the cool it girl who seemed to be blessed, in just about every aspect of her life; she was.

she was born and raised in california, where her hobbies included surfing and hanging out with friends. in high school she was the popular girl who dated the star quarterback, and of course they won prom queen and king.

she even had her two best friends, that too the average eye; were her minions. together they were the hottest trio in school, it was iconic in a way. sadly, those minions chose to have a mind of their own, and stay on the west coast.

whereas she did not. Rachel. who of course went by the name 'summer', committed to a school on the easy coast; boston college.

she had flowy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and a heart of gold that made her easy to love by just about anyone who met her. so when she moved into a new city, knowing no one but her beloved cat, she wasn't all too nervous.

"no I dont want to know who he got with tonight mary" rachel rolled her eyes as she face timed one of the minions, who she wanted to call a friend, but wasn't. mary was across the country at college and it happened to be the same college as said quarterback boyfriend, who was now her ex.

mary felt the need to update summer on just about everything he did. of course including the fact he got with a new girl every night.

at least he's finally getting what I couldn't give him.

"i'm not telling you this to be evil summer! I'm telling you this so you don't feel guilty, to go live a life. don't be a nobody, its gross" mary's voice said on the phone seeing as she was in thought. she had a bit of a point.

"I dont feel guilty to go out!"

"then go out!"

rachel thought for a moment, she could go out.

she had a neighbor, who seemed to love going out. that is, if she had been observing right, her neighbor would go alone? maybe she wouldn't mind a companion? they seemed to be around the same age and she seemed cool.

"anyways, I gotta go. love you babe" mary said before kissing the camera and hanging up, not even waiting for summer to mutter a goodbye.

it's like mary only called her, to rub in how much fun college had been going for her. summer on the other hand, was going through a nasty breakup for the beginning of it.

I do need to enjoy it

rachel was left nervously juggling the idea of whether or not she should ask her neighbor.

what do I even say

"wanna join me for drinks?" summer practiced pacing in her living room.

"hey! were neighbors can I join you?" too forward.

"lets have a blast tonight!" what's wrong with you?

what if her neighbor liked to go out alone? or what if she didn't go out alone, and just met up with friends? no summer was sure of the fact she did these activities alone. maybe she's just an alcoholic.

she decided to man up and shake off the nerves and just ask. the worst that could happen, would be she says no, and they go about their lives.

while we awkwardly avoid each other for our rest of co-existency.

summer decided to just go ahead and knock on her neighbors door.

"in a minuite!" she heard rustling and things knocking down on the other side for a minute, before the door swung open and there stood a brunette girl with going out boots. she is going out

the girl seemed to be surprised and confused. summer deciding start the conversation, before the girl thought she was just some creep.

"hi! were neighbors, my names rachel, but like everyone calls me summer" she nervously smiled.

"yeah! I've like seen you in the hallway and stuff sometimes" the neighbor nervously rambled.

"yeah me too. look, I don't know if this is weird or anything, but I was wondering if you would be down to get some drinks some time?"

yes summer! you sounded cool and chill!

the neighbor had not been expecting that. she had thought she was going to open the door to her situation ship , ending things with her, for the crap she pulled last night. but when she opened the door to find summer, she thought she was going to get confronted for the fact she had sex in the middle of said hallway last night. she wasn't proud of that fact either.

"oh! uhm. yeah, that sounds nice! -actually, i'm going out right now, did you want to join?"

"yes!- I mean- yeah sounds cool. super cool" summer cringed, realizing she scream 'yes' and seemed far too desperate.

"let me just get changed real quick" she added.

"okay slay! wear something cute! oh! and by the way my names frankie" the brunette smiled.

"sick name!"

"thanks I was gonna say summer's sick too!" the two girls told each other excitedly. this really felt the start of something new and good for the both of them.

____

the two girls hit the town with a sense of belonging. frankie had been searching for the feeling of a girl friend since she moved in, and summer was the ultimate coolest person you can find.

summer was finally happy she built up the courage to talk to her neighbor, that frankly intimidated her.

"wait so that guy from the beginning of the year wasn't even your boyfriend!?!" summer exclaimed as they got off the uber. she remembered seeing a tall boy in the hallway alot.

"nope. i thought he was gonna fall in love with me over time, news flash, I was wrong"

"he's a douche and love is fake"

"got that right" frankie said smiling.

"so... you got a love life?" frankie asked curiously, she was excited to have the bond of girl hood.

"not really, its kinda dead at the moment. I had a boyfriend, but college happened and everything" summer said kinda sadly.

"im sorry, but I mean we can get you laid?" she smiled wiggling her eyebrows.

summer wasn't the type of girl for hookups. she knew frankie was, she often saw them, but she didn't know if she could throw all her eggs in one basket like that. no-hate but she didn't even let her ex-boyfriend do anything to her till it was the summer of their senior year, ad even that didn't go all too well.

frankie saw her in thought and rewinded.

"oh my god! are you a virgin? i'm sorry. we'll find you just love, then!" frankie said hoping she didn't weird out the poor girl.

"no- I mean- well... kinda. its complicated" summer said, red in the face.

"you dont have to tell-"

summer cut her off by whispering something in frankie's ear. something that made her eyes go wide.

"your half a virgin!" frankie whispered yelled.

"oh shut up franks" summer said as the girls got giggling and gave the bouncer there very fake ID's. frankie knew they were going to be a duo.

___

the bar was frankie's favorite and summer soon understood why. it was a cool vintage bar that kind of resembled a dive bar.

the girls ordered themselves some shots and quickly downed them, needing to feel the feeling sooner than faster.

"oh my god, the boys hockey team just walked in" frankie said, turning and facing away from the door.

"why does that matter, their kinda cute" summer said tilting her head as the filed in sipping on her vodka cranberry.

"the douche guy is a hockey player" frankie told her.

"ohhhh. now I get it"

"I also have a little thing with one of his friends" frankie guilty told her.

"the guy from last night?"

"you saw that!" frankie said, embarrassed as hell.

"please. your not exactly quite either" summer told the girl as frankie wanted to die.

"it's not the guy from last night" frankie told her overall guilty as summer gasped.

"I slept with a BU guy last night. but I mean ryan keeps saying were not anything" frankie said shamelessly as summer had her hands over her mouth.

"do the guys know you" summer asked seeing as alot of them kept looking over at the two.

"yes" frankie said scared to ask why she was asking that.

"oh god four of them are coming over" summer said to her wanting to run away. she hated confrontation.

"your staying with me" frankie said grabbing her shirt before she tried to leave her.

"frankie! missed you at the game tonight" will said being petty, they were pissed at her.

frankie turned and looked at all of them, and by the look of their faces they were mad at her. ryan's face made her want to crumble. they weren't together, he made that very clear, but a girl like frankie had needs.

"it was meaningless" frankie told them, avoiding eye contact with ryan.

"he brought it up on the ice" ryan said to her, frankie now noticing he had a light black eye and busted up lip.

"ry-"

"we need to talk" he said, looking the most serious frankie had ever seen it.

frankie turned to look at summer who saw how frankie wanted to fix things between them. she wasn't going to get in the way of that, just because she was afraid to be left alone.

"go" summer urged her. as she gave her a sorry look and walked out behind a fuming ryan, leaving her with three boys.

"well that was uncomfortable" summer joked to the three boys. all of them eyeing her trying to figure out who she was, frankie didn't have friends.

"i'm her neighbor by the way, summer" she added, not wanting to seem like some nosy person as they nodded.

"jacob" a ginger haired guy said

"will" the blonde one said.

"gabe" a boy that summer found unbelievably handsome said.

"you go to BC?" a gabe asked.

"yeah... I know you guys do, good game today " summer said. she had been watching it on ESPN before she went to frankies apartment. they all smiled and thanked her as they got to talking. even though they looked intimidating they were overall nice goofy guys.

"you think lenny's letting up?" jacob asked as he noticed they were still outside.

"I don't know, he was pretty pissed" will said looking at the door.

"did he get in a fight over her or something" summer asked feeling like she was missing out on something.

"yeah. she has him on a leash and they're not even dating yet" gabe said chuckling.

"well they're not official" summer defended.

"they basically are, they hang out everyday" will said

"she said he's made it very clear, that they're not together" summer said.

"that doesn't give her the green light to sleep with other guys though" gabe argued.

"guy. just one. i think you guys are just mad it was with a BU guy" summer said to them.

"I mean obviously! before the champion ship game is crazy too. he was just trying to get in our heads too, especially lennys. hughes is smarter than that" will said while the other two nodded.

they have to be full of themselves, for them to think this is about them!

"all that over... hockey?" summer said confused. hockey was the not a big deal in the oc, where she grew up. but then again, she remembers the quarterback from the cross town rival school, claiming to have her nudes; he didn't.

so I mean they could be right... but that seemed very high school to summer; this was college.

"why'd you say hockey like that" gabe said to her, not liking she said 'hockey' with a tone of disgust.

"I just don't think it's all that serious" summer said, trying to not offend them. obviously still getting under ones skin though, specifically gabe.

"hockeys not important?"

"no! I mean it is for people like you guys-" summer said trying to save herself but failing horribly.

"like us? what's that supposed to mean?" gabe said. he felt summer was some stuck up girl and even though he had found the girl to be quite attractive he didnt know if he liked her all too well.

"not like that. i mean it's important to hockey players and stuff, but like its not someones whole life, you know?" summer didnt even know if she knew exactly what she was trying to say.

"so now you think we have no life?" gabe said honestly just wanting to pick on the flustered blonde.

"oh my god, im just going to shutup" summer said taking a sip out of her vodka cranberry as will and jacob laughed. they decided they liked the girl, gabe not so much.

"do you even know anything, hockey related?" gabe asked still wanting to bicker with the girl.

"not really. I honestly forget its like a real thing out here" summer said.

"you don't think hockey's a real sport" gabe said as will and jacob rolled their eyes. they knew their friend and if they didn't know any better, they'd say he was flirting?

"who doesn't think hockey is a real sport!?!" frankie said, as her and ryan rejoining the group, seemingly on good terms. gabe pointed to summer.

"nice! I knew I liked you!" frankie said giggling as the boys rolled their eyes.

"I didn't even mean it like that, its just I grew up in california. and over there, the closest ice rink is probably three hours away"

"isn't there hockey in california? they have three NHL teams" jacob asked.

"californias big. where'd you grow up?" ryan asked the girl as he had an arm wrapped around frankie.

"the oc. newport beach" summer answered. god she missed her hometown.

"can you surf?" will asked her,

"yeah, pretty well actually. when I was sixteen i got a silver medal for it too" summer answered casually.

"OMG! you have to teach me I've been trying to learn for so long now!" frankie said excitedly, remembering the memory of her and her brothers failing miserably. it wasn't like wake boarding on the lake.

"you guys are free to join us anytime. my parents are traveling across europe, for like a year, so the house is just sitting there, its on the beach too" summer told them as the boys and frankie agreed.

gabe on the other hand just couldn't stop his thoughts of thinking summer was some stuck up girl. everything that came out of her mouth, just now, wasn't helping either. 'its on the beach by the way' who says that! gabe thought.

the night went on, frankie and summer unknowingly becoming the best friends they've always needed, ryan finally happy that him and frankie made it official, and the other three boys creating a friendship with the two girls, it was all just so college.

right now though, the night was close to finished and the boys were taking the two very drunk girls back to their apartments. girls who thought everything in that moment was the most hilarious thing in the world.

the group stumbled on a large hill and it didn't take long for the two girls to want to roll down it.

"frankie and summer don't you dare!" ryan said speeding up, seeing as the boys had been walking a couple meters behind the two girls.

the two girls ignoring his please and giggling. ryan turned his head to look at his friends as if he was giving them the mom look for help. gabe huffed and went to help him, with summer.

"one-" frankie started off as the two girls sat side by side holding each others hands

"two" summer said giggling

"GO!" frankie screamed seeing as the boys were right behind them.

the girls began to slide as ryan missed his attempt to lunge at frankie, while gabe not so much. he attempted to grab summer but lost footing and down he went along with them.

only causing the girls to laugh ten times more, at gabe. summer was laughing loudly, a sound that gabe didn't know if he hated or loved.

"you good gabe?" she said as she held a hand out to him, trying to hold back a giggle.

gabe obviously holding his pride, ignored her hand and got up on his own.

"you are absolutely insufferable" he huffed as he walked past her.

"c'mon perreault! don't be mad at summer! she's just a girl" frankie said as she saw gabe began to walk back up the hill towards the group.

"yeah! its not my fault you ate shit!" summer said, before the two girls unleashed laughter, once again. both taking breaks as they walked up the hill.

"you guys pissed gabe off, him and jacob left back to the dorms" ryan told the two as will began to hold summer up.

"I don't think he likes me very much" summer told them.

"well, your lucky I like you enough to help you" will said as she began to slump herself onto him.

"gabes just being like that because he thinks he's flirting" frankie said against ryans back as he decided to haul her up over his shoulder.

"ewwwww" a drunk summer let out. as the group laughed.

it had been a great night for them, except gabe of course.

[stem-sister-scuffle]

STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 5

Dr. Olivia Octavius (Spider-Man Into The Spiderverse) vs Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Dr. Olivia Octavius is a Quantum Physicist and Roboticist!

Ms. Frizzle is a Science Teacher!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Dr. Olivia Octavius:

""If you stay in this dimension too long, your body’s going to disintegrate. Do you know how painful that would be, Peter Parker? You can’t imagine. And I, for one, can’t wait to watch." I love deranged evil women she is the character of all time to me"

"Dr. Olivia Octavius, also known as Doctor Octopus, is the secondary antagonist of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. She's also known as 'Liz' by her friends, one of them being Peter Parker's aunt May. She is an evil scientist, CEO of the science research & development company known as Alchemax. She's the scientific advisor for The Kingpin's inventions to open up portals to other dimensions. She's an evil woman in STEM girlboss."

"feral :)"

"Oh I heard you like mad scientist girlies???"

"I know she’s evil but I love her shes so cool. Have you seen her. I support womens wrongs <3"

"MILF. Evil. What more does she need? wowza"

"shes not the best shes the worst and she owns it. milf i mean. who said that"

"I mean. just look at her. she has the robo arms, the awesome hair. also if I recall, she's also been in science educational videos for kids"

"Proves herself as a competent fighter able to take on multiple spider-men at once, plus rocks the mad scientist look"

"Successfully works as a kids' science show presenter while also being a supervillain and working on sketchy projects. Is an absolute dork about her work and about cool phenomena in a way that's really endearing right up until she threatens to lock someone up to slowly die so she can study the phenomenon that's killing them. Probably put bugs in the microwave as a kid to see what happens.

Yes she did get hit by a truck in the fight and disappear but I fully believe she lived and ended up in some other universe.

1. She's a supervillain, she's definitely been hit by a truck before. 2. Out of everyone fighting in there she's had the most experience with this sorr of thing. While missteps are possible she would be going into it with some idea of what the risks are and how to deal with them. 3. Isekai truck trope 4. If she did end up in another universe she would totally find a way to keep herself stable there. She's got science knowledge and robotic limbs built for crime. 5. I like her and I think it would be really funny.

Why did I make this part mostly ""no she isn't dead"". It'd still be funny even if she was dead tbh.

I cosplayed her once and that is irrelevant to the poll but idk. She's fun."

"it's so rare to have female mad scientists in media like her, she's a role model to girls who want to commit crimes against the spacetime continuum everywhere. she's very important"

"She's really cute, too bad about all the murder and stuff :/ Women's wrongs, amirite?👍"

"She has a "For Science!" attitude that makes most male mad scientist look sane and safety minded. I would gladly be her intern/minion. <3"

"is only here to do science for Nefarious Purposes. science without any regard for moral cost. idk i love that this character type gets to be a milf for once. we love to see an evilgirl winning"

"mad scientist lady. cool as hell hair. evil girlboss."

"She's evil. She's evil and I love her"

"Evil milf with giant robot arms that loves chaos."

"Mastered multiple disciplines, managed to break barriers between dimensions, which even in superhero realms is a bit impressive. STEM girlies should be allowed to go a little evil/feral/unhinged. as a treat."

"She is evil! She is sexy! She employs usage of soft robotics into her prosthetic tentacles, is the head scientist at Alchemax, and quite literally built a machine that creates a portal to alternate dimensions! Get you a girl that can both make educational science videos and also rip open a portal to alternate dimensions under dubious moral conditions."

"she's sooooooo cool"

"She is a girlboss she tried to make a portal and while she’s a villain she isn’t the Evillest out there… babygirl head scientist Her glasses are shaped like octagons :3"

Ms. Frizzle:

"*gestures at entire magic school bus series*"

"Embodies the true spirit of scientific discovery: barely-contained chaos."

"She is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of sciences, and uses that knowledge to further the educations of many people. Teachers deserve the world; they do so much for so little in return. (shout out to Mrs. Goates)"

"She loves science and loves teaching kids about science. I love her. Idk I saw she only had one submission and that made me sad so now im here submitting her"

"She is an icon and has cool earrings"

"SHE'S SO COOL!!! She's so smart and so fun and genuinely just an icon. ALSO she has a little lizard on her shoulder. I saw an ask abt the submissions for Ms. Frizzle and the sender was the only person who submitted her.. I couldn't let this go. ALSO one of my professors irl called herself the irl Frizzle and she's a doctor of biology so make of that what you will"

[ele-sme]

“Hi Jake, Spider might or might not fallen of a tree”

 goJake was bored and annoyed, more than three had passed since the battle, and a lot happened during it. First of all, recom Quartich and his whole squad turned to Eywa’s side, which is good right? WRONG, well yes good, no one but the sky people died in that battle, and much information was given. But that motherfucker turned only because of Spider, and his minions followed because of ‘semper fidelis’. Now those things were in the Omatikaya forest learning the ways like he had done years before. Cringe. 

Plus, that bastard of a copy wanted Spider right next to him during the whole process, he wanted Jake’s son during the whole process!

Now, maybe saying son is a little hasty, in the end, him and Neytiri never officially adopt him, or never toke care of him. But still they accept him now

you should have accepted him immediately, he was just a child, why why why wh-

a call. 

“Yes?” Jake responded at the mobile that was used for him and the others who were in the forest for communication. 

usually before the battle, he would contact Max and Norm weekly, then once he called them for Kiri and another for Spider. 

now, he and the rest of the family would daily call Spider to check on him, which annoyed the blonde since he would spend all the weekends with them. 

still, every time Jake heard his voice, his heart would go in tilt, he could feel the joy, relife, love, longing and other emotions.

this time, it wasn't his son’s voice, but his other father. 

“Hello Jake, i didn't really want to call you, but your so called friends insisted that i do” Quaritch began “i think you can't really call someone like them friends you know? i wouldn’t like if someone called me telling what im telling you right no-” 

“Can you please just tell me what happened without telling me the story of your life?”

“Alright, Spider might have fallen of a tree...of twenty meters from the ground...and he might have craked his mask and broken some bones...and it might have got us almost thirty minutes to come back to the base...remove the might” Quaritch said

Jake’s heart skipped a bit, the pod became silent, he forgot about everyone in it, it took a few seconds before the house fallen into chaos. 

Neytiri practically jumped to him, taking the device off Jake’s hands, and starting telling off at Quaritch for saying something like that with such nostalange.

“at least is he alright?” she asked and after a few seconds he responded with a yes, which made Tuk calm down since she have started to cry. 

“alright we are coming right now” Jake announced and ended the call.

“yeah, let's go!” Lo’ak said trying to get out but Neytiri stopped him

“we are going means me and your mother, you stay here, not discussing that. Neteyam you are in charge” Jake said without letting Neytiri speak, like it was necessary.

he speaked for her, she speaked for him, he acted for her, she acted for him.

the flight which was usually of nine hours became one of five. The two Ikrans were exhausted. 

Neytiri praticlttly jumped off hers, running towards the infirmary, secretly hoping it was in the same place she remembered it to be.

Spider was asleep when they entered the room, next to him Quarithc who looked half asleep but was waken up when the other two entered the room. 

“you, me outside” Jake order the other avatar who silently obeyed him.

leaving Neytiri behind with Spider, they got to the outside, and Jake took his knife out pointing him at Quaritch. 

“i swear if something happened to him”

Quaritch let out a hiss but didn't respond

“we are taking him for all month, no need to say again“ Jake said, spitting at quaritch feet before returning to his mate and their child, finding Spider who was crying and Neytiri humming his favorite song. 

Without saying anything he got next to them an hummed with Neytiri the next verses. 

BONUS

Jake and Quaritch got out lefting Neytiri and Spider alone, the door closing made Spider wake up, and looked around finding Neytiri next to him. 

she gave him a motherly smile, one he never had, just it made him want to tear up all the water that was in him. 

“you came?” he said, it was more than a question, like Neytiri wasn't infront of him. But she was, and she was ready to give him a lot of kisses.

“You are my son after all”

[saintarmand]

Hi! Do you think that s2 big reveal will be that Armand manipulated Louis memory? What do you think the "disastrous consequences in Dubai" mean? Louis attempting suicide as many books fans expect?

no. i think the "big reveal" will be that armand didn't have to. louis knows armand did the thing and stayed with him anyway like he did in the books. they very well may lead the audience to believe armand is doing that to louis, when it was actually daniel who got his memories wiped (and daniel may have agreed to it.) and i think any inconsistencies about the events of s1 that may or may not be revealed will be because of louis repressing memories the old fashioned way. at most armand helped a little. and i'm not saying that only because of the racist and abuse apologist implications or just cause i'm an armand stannie or whatever, although that's all also true. i'm saying that because i think the story is better for it.

to me, armand having significant overarching influence, especially though literal magic, on the story we've been told (specifically LOUIS's story told BY louis), undermines the theme of "memory is a monster." they told us the fallibility of memory in this story is the real life kind; how memory naturally changes every time we remember events in our lives, how our present self affects how we look at the past, etc. this is a fantasy story, yes, but it's very much grounded in reality. the racism isn't "fantasy racism", for example. having the twist be that a crucial element of the story that we were told was real was actually magic would lame and disappointing as hell. i think daniel having his memories wiped magically will be a parallel to louis. but the thing about parallels is that they're not meant to be literal or complete, and they emphasize differences as much as similarities, in order to reinforce the ideas and themes of the story, not replace them. so i think that while louis and daniel's memory issues can look similar on the surface, they have different causes and the show will make it clear which is which.

hell, they've even shown us magical manipulation vs regular manupulation before. we saw lestat entrance several humans including louis himself ("his gaze tied a string around my lungs and i found myself immobilized") but it was done in a way that made it obvious when it was happening, so general audiences weren't speculating lestat was using vampire magic to make louis fall in love with him or agree to be turned or whatever. he was shown to have powers he could have used at key points but didn't, more often using very basic human manipulation tactics, which were actually even more effective. even the idea of lestat causing paul's death was brought up only to be discarded. i think they'll pretty much do the same thing with armand, only teasing us a bit more with it. and sure, some people will still speculate, but i think this is what the intention of the writers is, and hopefully they do it well.

i assume the "disastrous consequences in dubai" is an interview quote and i've heard something like that but since i don't have the full context in front of me it's hard to say much about it. if you could tell me the whole quote and who said it and where and in what context i could probably talk about it in more detail lol. link me if you'd like?

what i will say right now is that i think there's gonna be a lot of arguments and accusations and revelations in dubai, i think louis will go through a hell of an emotional rollercoaster, i think daniel will find out about the eternal sunshine of the devil's minion as i like to call it, will ask to be turned again or at least realize he still wants it, i think louis and armand will break up, and i think there will be a book released by the end.

the louis suicide attempt theory i believe is based on merrick, which i still haven't read (i need to get my shit together and read it before may 12th lol) so it's difficult for me to say much about it? i know he attempts suicide at the end and that him talking to claudia's ghost who's fucking furious with him is a thing that happens. something like that anyway, i've read some quotes from it. i highly doubt louis has been talking to her literal ghost at this point in the show, he's just doing that metaphorically. i would love to see it in the future though.

honestly to me just the fact that armand said out loud that he thinks the interview is basically louis's suicide note indicates that's probably not actually what's going on. that's usually how it works in stories lol. when the character tells you what they think is gonna happen it never happens like that. (on the whole "other vampires will paint the walls with his blood" thing, i think the human world will assume the book is made up bullshit or daniel is senile or crazy, and because of that most vampires won't care that much. would be pretty dumb to kill him since it would only draw more attention to him and the book. i do like the idea of lestat, inspired by louis, going on to more or less successfully prove the existence of vampires, causing a big ruckus, and the whole "great conversion" thing that was mentioned, being a part of the show version of the queen of the damned somehow.)

louis attempting suicide could still happen i guess but i just don't think it's that interesting or particularly good writing in the context of the story being told in seasons 1 & 2. not only because it's kinda predictable and basic and boring to me but like. if he tries kill himself and fails, that's basically him being forced to live. to me, louis choosing to live on in this continuous state of mourning is much more compelling and devastating even, than him having no choice in it. it's like with him staying with armand, isn't it waaaayyy more fucked up and sad if he's doing that of his own volition as opposed to being kept there against his will? that's a story about who louis is, the choices he makes, not about how he's a victim. of course he still is an abuse victim etc, and that's certainly not his fault, but him blaming himself and seeing himself as just as bad as lestat or armand because he "let" it all happen is, to me, a core part of his character. in the book he monologues about his passivity being his biggest fault; in the show he insists "i'm not a victim" even as he's telling us a story about being abused. abuse culture & catholic guilt baby!

also. the thematic note the book ends on is, to me anyway, about the human spirit clinging to life even in devastating circumstances. armand tells louis how so many vampires resort to suicide, but louis doesn't (in book one.) he keeps going, haunted by his past, dead inside and out yet still alive, unable to let go. and he spends the whole book telling daniel the boy reporter how awful immortality is and yet daniel still wants it, thinking it will be different this time. choosing the horrors life throws us, even the cursed half life or unlife of a vampire, over the horror of the unknown that is permanent death. etc etc etc. i love this part of the book too much to want to let it go!

hell, armand only tries to kill himself after finding out what hell is "really like" in memnoch the devil, and while i don't know cause i haven't read merrick yet, i bet that influenced louis too. death isn't as terrifying when you know what to expect.

and i'm also just not a fan of the idea that actually most of the other books' events have also already happened. because then that influences the characters who are telling us the story, in ways that we won't find out until seasons later. like if louis tries to kill himself at the end of season 2 and then in like season 7 or some shit we find out actually it wasn't because of what happened in s1-2 it was actually because right before the interview he was talking to claudia's ghost who said horrible things to him and also because he found out hell is real but it's actually a bit more like purgatory where if you prove yourself you get to go to heaven eventually and also because— like you can see how that would be bad storytelling right? lmao. not that revealing new information about characters or events later is always bad, it can be very interesting and beneficial even, but not if it undermines or completely changes the whole story before that point. not shading AR's retcon habit here at all not at all of course not i would never do that

anyway i think i've rambled enough. thank you for asking!

[acronampy]

Chifuyu x reader

You want to thank chifuyu your savior more properly so you ask your friend about him, to find out more about the chifuyu guy

(Forgot to mention but spoilers for 'letter from baji keisuke')

Tw swearing, mention of hitting animals

Part 1

"Chifuyu matsuno"

Chifuyu matsuno.. He's the rumored delinquent in your school, the undefeated lonewolf.' But maybe he's a nice guy since he just saved you?..

You decided to research and find matsuno chifuyu only cause you want to repay your thanks to him again! It's not like you find him kinda cool. you decided to ask your friend hana, who knows all the rumors at school about chifuyu matsuno. "Hmm.. chifuyu matsuno? Why are you asking about him, dont get yourself involved with him (reader)!!" Hana said while munching on her bread. "Hanaaa, tell me please?? what is he like?" You pout."ugh fine I'll tell you! You have to buy me the new limited edition strawberry milk at the snack shop next time!" Hana said while finishing her last piece of bread. "Yes!" You say with happiness in your voice.

"Okay, Chifuyu matsuno is rumored to be the undefeated lonewolf who never lost a fight, he's the most fearsome delinquent out there! I heard him and his little minions he calls underlings beat up little animals and leave them there ugh their just so terrible! And and he treat teachers like shit too! (Reader) never EVER get near that matsuno bastard, okay?!" "O-okay.. what class is he in so I can avoid him?" You ask again,"Ha..Hes in class 1" hana sighs."You better not get anywhere near him. Im worried for you." Hana said with worry in her voice."dont worry, i only asked cause i was curious." You feel bad lying to hana but you want to thank chifuyu matsuno again no matter what!

But hearing how hana talks about chifuyu matsuno got you kind of scared.. what happens if yesterday's incident was just because he felt like beating someone up, you sigh, but as you were getting ready to go home. Putting your shoes on, you heard some sounds and went to investigate. "Give me 10,000 yen." This big looking delinquent guy asked a 1st year, pinning him on the wall."I-i..dont have any money today.." the 1st year says with fear in his voice. "Huh? Stop lying, Boys check his pockets and bag, " the big delinquent yelled, and before you could intrubt them and call the teachers, a familiar bleached blonde mohwak stepped in. "Hey, do you think what you're doing right now is making you look cool?" It was Chifuyu matsuno! Why is he stepping up to stop the big delinquent..? "Huh, how should I car -" huh..HUH? The matsuno guy just put the big delinquent on the floor with one punch! Just one punch!! "Heres your money back, next time be more careful." The blonde mohawk said,"a-ah thank you!" The timid 1st year said still in fear and confused at what happened.

You knew it! Chifuyu matsuno isn't a bad guy at all. The rumors of him are just exaggerated! I'll say thanks to him tomorrow during lunch.

[umbane]

Good evening minions, martians, and martyrs! From the overlord who brought you Kayn's Glorious Celebratory Raves and the destruction of 87 planets and counting, we are pleased to present the latest in intergalactic entertainment: 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 ! Yes, you heard that right, we're bringing you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to not only meet our glorious emperor, but take your shot at impressing him. Of course, this opportunity doesn't come without risks, but isn't it worth it to bask in his glory for a while? And for those who don't feel up to the challenge, fear not! Evil Emperor Bachelor will be replacing ALL your regular broadcasting, so you can tune in anywhere and everywhere! So to everyone in the empire, please sit back, relax, and enjoy the spectacle!

ooc information: to enter the evil emperor bachelor, please reply to this post with a 💙! Every day at 6AM PST I'll post a question directed at all muses entered, and the contestants will have until 8PM PST to write an ic response of any length! At the end of each day, the person who impressed Kayn the LEAST will be eliminated, but will be free to comment on the games going forward. Those who choose not to participate are also welcome to comment on the event. Let's have fun with it!

Rules below the cut:

Please use the tag '#evil emperor bachelor' for those who wish to follow or block the posts. This is for both commentary and official responses.

18+ muns only please! While this is obviously based on the bachelor, I'd like to include as many people as possible. Underage or otherwise unshippable muses are allowed, but Kayn and I obviously won't interact with them with any romantic or sexual intent, so don't worry about that. Who knows, maybe you can be the emperor's next best friend?

I'd like this to be low stress, so if you can't make a day, don't worry! I'll only judge the entries I get. If you miss a few days though, I might drop by to ask if you'd like to continue or drop out, just to make it fair to anyone.

Any length is welcome, whether it's a sentence of dialogue or multipara — as long as there's a reply, it'll be considered. Writing more or less won't give you an advantage, it's the quality of the answer (in Kayn's eyes).

This doesn't force you to ship with me at all! It's just a fun thing to do. If one comes out of it, that's totally okay, but at the end of the day this is just an activity to do together. In the same vein, existing ships will not get priority, even if they're K/DA members!

Mutuals are welcome to just drop a 💙 in the replies to enter, but if we're not mutuals I'd appreciate if you shot me a message — I don't want to get overwhelmed with entries. Same with entering multiple muses — send me a message and I'll accept or decline based on how many muses are already entered.

You don't need an odyssey verse to enter! Feel free to enter your canonverse or modernverse muses as well. Kayn's empire spans galaxies, after all.

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a DM at any time!

[serickswrites]

Could you do a part 2 of “bring” please?

Here’s a bagel as a token 🥯

Hello! Of course I can! Please enjoy!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, deception, restraints

Right Hand knew that their moment was coming soon. They had to grab Sidekick before they returned to Lair and to Villain. Or there would be hell to pay.

Right Hand had spent the better part of the afternoon following Sidekick as they meandered through the city on various errands. Sidekick was in disguise, of course, but Right Hand knew exactly who they were.

Which is why they knew their plan would work. They turned to one of their underlings. "Now, I need you to hit me a few times. Make it look good."

"You...you want me to hit you?" The Minion asked uncertainly.

"Yes, hurry, quick." Right Hand could see Sidekick rounding the corner.

"No! Please, stop!" They cried out after the minion got their first hit in. They saw the minion freeze for a moment and glared at them. The minion sighed and struck out at Right Hand again. "Somebody, anybody! Help! Please!"

Right Hand smiled internally as they heard Sidekick run towards them. "Leave them alone!" Sidekick was on the minion before Right Hand could react.

"Thank you, thank you," Right Hand muttered weakly as they tried to look faint.

"Let me help you up," Sidekick said as they offered a hand to Right Hand. The minion had fled and was at a safe distance. Right Hand knew they would come back the moment Right Hand called for it.

As Sidekick grasped Right Hand's arm and pulled, Right Hand slipped the power suppressing cuffs onto Sidekick. Before Sidekick could react, Right Hand jumped up, using their momentum to slam into Sidekick, knocking them to the ground. The struck Sidekick in the head twice before Sidekick went still beneath them. They waited a few moments. The last thing they needed was Sidekick waking up and causing them more trouble.

Satisfied that Sidekick was unconscious, they whistled for the minion. "Now, let's get you home," they muttered to the unconscious Sidekick as the minion lifted Sidekick over their shoulder. "Villain needs you."

Tags: @skys-fantasy @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @a-place-to-put-poetry @subval01 @smuwfy-side-blog @friendlylandcrustacean

[floyds-favorite-shrimp]

That's No Fun At All

Floyd Leech x Fem!Yuu

Word Count: 2252

Fluffy! Some super mild angst.\

More under cut!

“I’m sure that doing this will increase profits significantly.”

“Yes, I see what you mean.  And if we can apply this method to the kitchen staff, efficiency would skyrocket as well.” 

“Mmmmm.” Floyd moaned, his hands on Jade’s shoulders as he used his twin brother to prop himself up on his tip-toes. His mis-matched eyes scanned their surroundings. There were plenty of students out in the courtyard, but not the one he was specifically looking for. “Mmmmrrrrrghhhhh.” He whined, looking for a specific head of dark hair. 

“Floyd, is there something we can help you with?” Azul asked, as Jade simply smiled at his brother’s antics. “Would you care to share your opinion on our new business plan?” Azul pushed his glasses up a bit farther on his nose. 

“Where’s Shrimpyyyyyyyyyy?” Floyd asked no one in particular, continuing to use his height to scan the crowd.

“I’m afraid my brother has taken quite the liking to that prefect of Ramshackle dorm.” Jade said, while Floyd completely ignored the two of them. 

“That girl from another world?” Azul questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. His gray eyes scanned their surroundings, as if he’d be able to see something his two tall minions could not. “She seems rather plain to me.” He muttered, a slight hint of interest in his voice. After all, Floyd never put up with anything boring. If he was interested in her, there had to be a reason. If Azul could figure it out, perhaps there was a way for him to exploit it..

“No.” Came an unusually stern voice. Azul started slightly, looking up into Floyd’s gaze. A frown creased his features. “I know what you’re thinking, and she’s my toy. You can’t steal her.” He huffed.

Azul sighed. “Well, that’s more like you.” He muttered, but Floyd was already back to scouting the grounds. Azul and Jade made eye contact. Jade grinned as Azul simply shook his head. How long would this interest last? When would he get bored now?

“IT’S SHRIMPY!” Floyd suddenly screeched, taking off away from the other two. His long legs carried him across the courtyard in essentially no time at all. 

“Shrimpy! Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy!” Floyd chanted as he crossed the way. Yuu looked up as she heard her nickname, smiling slightly at the genuine grin on Floyd’s face. It reminded her of a puppy. His sharp teeth were on full display as he slowed to a stop in front of her. 

Yuu looked up into his handsome face. His eyes were focused solely on her. There was something about the way she looked at him that intrigued him. He walked behind her, flinging his arms over her shoulders as he hung over her.

“Shrimpyyyy. We’re gonna go do something fun, right?” He asked her, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke. 

“Sure, but you have to wait until my classes are over.” She promised him, doing her best to ignore the tickling sensation that ran across her skin when he spoke. He sighed, causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

“But I don’t wanna wait.” He pouted. Yuu could imagine the sad eyes he was giving her, even if she couldn’t see them. “You only have one more class, right? Just skip it and hang out with me! No one cares about Magical History anyway.” 

“I have to try to keep my grades up.” Yuu told him, readjusting her position as best as she could with his weight on her. “And I’m pretty sure you have a class left today too.” 

“I don’t care about them.” Floyd said, standing up again so Yuu could turn to face him. “My grades are good enough, so skipping a class or two won’t hurt.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well lucky you.” Yuu said, puffing up her cheeks. “My grades are not good. I have no idea about anything in this world. Even the math works differently.” She complained. Her smile vanished as her eyes moved to look down at the ground.

And Floyd didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. He reached out, pinching both of her cheeks and causing her to look up at him with wide eyes. He tugged her soft cheeks upwards, in a twisted version of a smile.

“Vat ah oo doin” Yuu tried to say. She couldn’t tell if the look on his face was one of sadness or of annoyance. Maybe it was both.

“I don’t like it when my Shrimpy frowns.” He said. “That’s no fun at all.” He gave her cheeks another pinch before finally letting go. Yuu put a small smile back on her face, finding his clumsy concern endearing. 

“No fun?” Came another voice. Yuu and Floyd turned in the direction that it came from to see Jade and Azul walking towards them. “Is she no fun already? I knew you’d get bored eventually. Maybe now you can get back to work.” He shrugged, looking bored. Floyd furrowed his brows at his friend’s words. Bored? Of Shrimpy? He could never be bored of her. 

“Bored?” Yuu asked, staring at Azul. She knew that Floyd got bored easily. He was open about the fact that he liked constant entertainment. But for some reason, it had never occurred to her that he would be bored of her. Was that true? Was it too late to save their friendship? Maybe if she left him alone for a while, he wouldn’t be so bored of her. 

Floyd looked down at her as she bit her lip. It was clear that something Azul said didn’t sit right with her, and it was obvious to Floyd what it was. It seemed so silly to him. Shrimpy was one of the only people who always kept his attention, even when they weren’t doing anything. Any other time he’d normally be bored, he was always satisfied if she was there. He opened his mouth to tell Azul that he was wrong, but he never got the words out.

“Right, well,” Yuu said, her voice now uncharacteristically quiet. “I should get to class. I’ll see you guys later.” She waved half-heartedly, her long hair flowing as she turned on her heel and started to walk away. Floyd frowned after her, her shoulders were hunched over as she continued on her way.

“Azuuulllll.” Floyd whined, bending down to look Azul in the eye, his hands on his hips. “Why’d you have to scare her away?” He had his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes taking on a more menacing look. 

“Haven’t you been associating with her every day?” Azul questioned, subconsciously taking a step closer to Jade. “I thought it safe to assume you were bored with her.” 

“I think you did it on purpose. So I’d focus more on the stupid Mostro Lounge.” Floyd said cooly, staring down his nose at Azul. “Y’know, if you want my attention so badly, I’m happy to give you a good squeeze.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Azul said nervously, grimacing as he remembered the last time he had pissed Floyd off and gotten squeezed. “I assure you that wasn’t my intention.” He said, waving his hand and hoping Floyd didn’t sense the lie. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, partially out of annoyance and partially out of anxiety. “Just go find her after class and tell her, oh I don’t know, that you still find her entertaining?” Azul suggested in an attempt to keep Floyd’s temper at bay. 

“Perhaps don’t phrase it like that.” Jade suggested, his signature grin having not left his face during the entire conversation. 

“Hm.” Floyd hummed as he studied Azul with his icy gaze. “I guess since it’s your fault Shrimpy is mad at me, then you won’t complain if I don’t show up to work until she likes me again.” He huffed. He didn’t wait for Azul’s reply before he turned on his heel and started to walk away. 

“Well she’s in class, so you might as well go to your next class too!” Azul shouted after him. After all, as housewarden, if Floyd’s grades dropped, Azul would hear about it. Floyd ignored him as he continued to walk away.

“You put him in a bad mood.” Jade sighed. “I was quite serious when I said he has taken a liking to her. Enough so that this may be an awakening for him.”

“Great.” Azul muttered. “Now I have to budget to hire someone to pick up his slack.”

“Where. Is. Shrimpy.” Floyd asked himself as he walked through campus. It had been a few days since she left him, Jade and Azul standing in the courtyard and he hadn’t even caught so much as a glimpse of her since then. He grumbled to himself as he took long strides towards Ramshackle dorms. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I’ll have to give her an extra hard squeeze.” Floyd said. “Since she’s being so mean. Why haven’t I seen her anywhere? Shrimpy thinks she can get away with avoidin’ me.” He reached the front door to Ramshackle, pounding his fist on it. No one answered, but that wasn’t going to stop Floyd. Not today. He had been patient enough. He had waited long enough. 

Floyd grabbed the door handle, giving it a slight turn and the door to Ramshackle creaked open. He honestly doubted it even locked in the first place. Crowley didn’t seem to worry too much about her safety. 

Floyd walked into the common area of Ramshackle. The dorm was eerily quiet as the floors creaked and groaned as Floyd took each step. He sat down on the old couch, sinking into the unsupportive cushions. He took out his phone, looking through the texts that he had sent over the last few days, the majority of them to Yuu, and they remained unanswered. Floyd began to impatiently bounce his leg. 

It felt like forever, but eventually Floyd heard the front door open. He quickly wiggled his way out of the couch and stood next to the doorway that led into the common area. He made sure he was out of sight from anyone in the entryway and waited, ready to pounce. He could tell where she was since every floorboard in the house screamed under pressure. He could hear her getting closer and closer, and as she appeared through the doorway, He opened his arms wide, Yuu only seeing the movement from the corner of her eye before she was swept up in his arms, pressed so tightly against him that she could hear his heart as her head pressed against his chest. It took Yuu a moment to realize what she was pressed up against.

“Floyd?!” She questioned, trying to shift just enough to look at him, but the more she moved the harder he squeezed. “You’re crushing my ribs, please loosen up a little.” Yuu said, her voice strained. However, Floyd refused to loosen up at all.

“After you’ve been avoiding me for so long? I ain’t about to let you go, Shrimpy.” He said, his long arms had created an unbreakable obstacle. 

He felt the tension leave Yuu’s body. His arms loosened only slightly in response.

“Can you at least let go just enough for me to look at you?” She asked him. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually relented and loosed his arms enough for her to pull away a few inches, but contrary to her words she did not look up. She continued to rest her head on his chest.

And now that she was doing it voluntarily, Floyd suddenly didn’t know how to react. This was the first time that he could remember where squeezing wouldn’t solve his problems. He kept his arms around her shoulders, and felt her take a deep breath.

“Uh, Shrimpy?” Floyd questioned. 

“Well now that I have to say it all out loud, it’s embarrassing.” Yuu mumbled, trying to bury her face even farther into his jacket. Floyd sighed.

“Don’t tell me you were actually dumb enough to listen to Azul.” He said, rolling his eyes even though she couldn’t see it. She muttered something incoherent, but Floyd knew that it was a yes. “That takoyaki doesn’t know what he’s talking about. My Shrimpy is the only one who can keep me on my toes.”

Yuu finally looked up at him, the only reason their noses didn’t brush was because of the height difference between them. 

“And I pride myself on being able to keep my Shrimpy on her toes too.” He muttered quietly, gripping her chin lightly. “You better never listen to Azul again. I don’t wanna go that long without my-” Floyd cut himself off, rethinking his choice of words. “Without you.” He said hoarsely. 

Yuu’s bottom lip stuck out in a small pout, and Floyd’s gaze was drawn to it. He slowly leaned in, dropping his arms from her shoulders to her waist, giving her the room to lean back and avoid him, if that’s what she wanted to do.

But he really hoped that wasn’t what she wanted to do. As he drew closer, he watched as her eyes widened, and then fluttered shut, and he closed his own eyes as he gently pressed his lips against hers, cupping the back of her head as their lips moved together. He was careful to keep his sharp teeth in check. After all, she wasn’t ready for those.

Not Yet.

[seraphinium]

Bowser fluff?

I can probably do that! :)

Bowser x Reader- Kitchen Nightmares

You were playing chess with a Hammer bro that sat outside of your cell.

He made his move and gave you a cocky look thinking he won, you smirk and make your move.

"Checkmate!" You said happily

"That's the 10th game you've won, you have to be cheating!" The Hammer bro said annoyed

"I don't cheat, I'm afraid you're just a sore loser." You say with a laugh

"Alright smart-ass, best out of 15 then!" The Hammer bro challenged

"You're on-"

BOOM

....

"What was that?" You ask confused

"I-I better go check!" The Hammer Bro exclaimed nervously

You were left alone, you sighed and started playing with the horse chess pieces.

*20 minutes pass*

"Hey, wake up!" You heard a voice say

Your eyes shoot open to see the Hammer Bro that was playing with you.

"Up for a rematch?" You ask with a smile

"No, Lord Bowser wishes to see you, now come on. (Although I do want that rematch after you're done.)" He said as he unlocked the cell

You walk out and follow the hammer bro, you've been in this castle so long and been so obedient and nice that the minions don't really see you as a threat. You're only kept in the cell because it's by order of Bowser.

If it were up to the minions you'd go free.

The Hammer Bro led you to the kitchen where you saw a huge mess, food was burnt ingredients were everywhere.

What threw you off was Bowser, he was hanging his head low in defeat.

"Lord Bowser I've brought the prisone-"

"Their name is (Y/N), you will call them (Y/N)." Bowser said lowly

"R-Right! I've brought (Y/N) sir! (Yeesh, I wish you good luck buddy, you're gonna need it!)" The Hammer Bro said as he scurried out

You look at Bowser confused and worried.

"You said you needed me?" You asked

"...Do you know how to bake a cake?.." Bowser asked

"What?" You said confused

"Do. You. Know. How. To. Bake. A. Cake?" Bowser said angrily

"I- Yes but why are yo-"

"Can you help me make two?.." Bowser asked

"..May I ask why you're making two cakes?" You asked still confused

"I want to make an apology cake for you and a cake for me." Bowser said still not facing you

"Apologize for what?" You asked

"For keeping you prisoner here, you deserve to be free. You don't deserve this life, I know what you do for the minions and... I appreciate you making them happy." Bowser said crossing his arms and closing his eyes

"Aw, you don't need to do that for me-"

"After you make these cakes you're allowed to go free." Bowser said opening his eyes

You go silent.

You start helping Bowser making the cakes telling him what ingredients to grab and what to mix together. You pour the mixture into two cake pans and put it in the oven.

You think about what Bowser said. You didn't really want to leave, you actually enjoyed it here. (Despite the whole living in a cell thing, at least they let you use the bathroom when you need to.)

You both start making the frosting, Bowser's was making his for your cake and you were making yours for his cake.

You decided to do black, orange, red, and yellow frosting.

Bowser decided to do Purple, blue, green and yellow frosting.

The timer goes off signifying that the cakes were done you pull them out and set them out to cool off.

After cooling you put the cakes onto seperate plates and began working on yours.

"Uh, (Y/N)?" Bowser called

"Yea, Bowser?" You said

"How do you frost a cake?" Bowser asked you could see the embarrassed tint he had on his cheeks

"You just hold the nozzle down to where you want to frost and squeeze the bag." You explain

Bowser nods but holds the bag the wrong way.

"No wait! That's the wrong-"

Bowser sprayed the icing on himself

"Way..." you finished

You both start laughing, you go get a wet wash cloth to help clean him up.

You start wiping the icing off his face.

"I'm an embarrassment." Bowser chuckled

"No you're not, accidents happen." You say giggling

"Yknow I really don't mind being here, if it's ok with you I'd like to stay." You say as you continue wiping his face.

"R-Really?" He said surprised

"Really really." You respond

He smiles widely at that and turns to finish his cake.

"Wait, there's one more spot I need to get." You say with a smile

"Oh ok?" He said as he turned to face you again.

You cup his face and plant him a small kiss on the nose.

"I think I got it!" You say happily

....

"Bowser?" You said worried

"Maybe you should check for more places you missed?" Bowser asked hopefully

"Maybe after we're done with these cakes." You say with a laugh

"Fiiinnee." Bowser groaned

Needless to say he was very picky about where you checked on his face after you both were done with the cakes.

(I hope you enjoyed! :) )

[ann-writes-universes]

Archangel (Azriel x Reader) Pt. 2

(A/N: The feedback on part one warmed my heart :,) this has been a work in progress for months and I really have loved writing it. Once again, this is a long haul fic so it will be a little tiny bit longer before we see more Bat Boys but the wait is soooo worth it I promise <3 )

Warnings: Gore, Mentions of SA, Murder, Torture, Angst, Quickly edited (?)

WC: 2,087

You had no idea how long ago that night in your home had been. It was hard to judge time in a place such as this. It was always dark here, always cold, always wet. There was no variation. Every day was precisely the same. You would be drug from your cell by creatures that resembled

Your family’s murderer, meet with whatever high-fae requested your services for the hours, and you would be beaten for sport in a throne room made entirely of creatures from nightmare. Every day was precisely the same. There was, however, some variation in your days when she would get angry. On these days you would be taken directly to the throne room and thrown at her feet. Her. The red-headed queen who spoke of nothing but ruin and demise. Amarantha. On the days where she would be particularly angry (or even particularly chipper) she would have the tanned fae-male use magic to bind your attention to the mangled body of your sister as they tortured her. You would watch them beat and brutalize her for hours upon end until not even the magic could keep her head up-right.

These were the fae from legend. Cruel, uncaring, and evil. Amarantha had no particular use for you it seemed other than to keep her courtiers happy. When she first offered your services to her minions you fought back. You screamed, and yelled, and raged until you were beaten beyond recognition. You had been out of commission for a week after that. Your brief intermission from being Amarantha’s plaything pissed her off enough that she had allowed you a healer, and shortly after you were back to being everyone’s favorite toy.

Today seemed to be a day where Amarantha was particularly pissed off. You knew the drill by now, when two of those bat-like demons (who you now knew were called Attor thanks to some loud audience members) came to retrieve you instead of one it meant Clare was being brutalized not too far away.

Today, however was different. When you were thrown at the feet of Amarantha your eyes met (as they always did) with the tanned fae male…. Rhysand. (Yes you thought you had heard Amarantha call him that) And those eyes - they looked back at you in terror. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes ripped away to the spot you knew she would be. Clare was gurgling before you, her naked body covered in gore and burns so extensive that you could hardly recognize her once delicate and pretty features. Instead of the usual procession of fae willing to torture your sister, only one stood before her.

This too was a high-fae male. He was taller than Rhysand, with darker skin and long black hair. His golden eyes stared at Amarantha with defiance and his shoulders were squared.

“Now that the girl’s sister is present, do proceed Helion.” Amarantha purred from her perch behind you. You snapped your head around to look at her. She was smiling like a cat and her left hand was wrapped firmly around the knee of the blonde high-fae beside her. You had noticed him before. He never spoke nor looked at you though the wolf-like golden mask he wore would have prevented you from noticing if he had or not anyhow. Upon noticing your stare, Amarantha jutted a heeled foot at your head, effectively knocking it back so hard your ears rang.

“Stare not at me little one, watch the show I have put on for you.” She growled as she leaned back into her seat, that vile smile returning to her ruby lips.

With your vision blurred, you turned back to face your mangled sister. Blood was dripping, from where you weren’t sure but you tasted the metallic crimson in the back of your throat.

            Helion, as he was called, looked towards Amarantha once more and shifted his weight. It was then that you noticed it. In his left hand was a scythe inlaid with gold. He tossed it around nervously and tapped his clothed knee with the blade.

“Perhaps this is not something her younger sis-“

“I said proceed Helion.” Amarantha bit back before the nervous male could finish.

Helion offered you a pained look before turning to your sister. Her eyes were swollen shut from an earlier beating but she knew he was there. Her head lifted (at least it tried) and you saw tears stream down her swollen cheeks. Her fate dawned on you then and you began to crawl forward. Your knees were being torn back open from old wounds, your cracked fingers were drawing blood and without realizing it you were screaming for him to stop.

“Rhysand, pacify the young one, she’s ruining this.”

At his queen’s command the fae entered your mind and effectively paralyzed you. You laid on the floor and watched as Helion approached your sister.

‘When I say so, close your eyes and do not open them. I will make sure you do not hear it.’

His voice startled you, but your gut told you not to visibly react. With what little freedom his magic gave you, you reached a hand across the stone floor towards Clare. You hoped she knew that you had tried, you hoped she knew that you were there. As Helion raised his left hand over his shoulder and the metal blade glinted in the throne room light Rhysand’s voice entered your mind once more,

‘now.’

You closed your eyes.

~

After they strung your sister up for everyone to see you clocked out more so than before. Each high-fae was the same and the brutalities they subjected you too made you numb. Without Clare there to torture you became Amarantha’s new toy for a while. When she arrived you were thankfully no longer of importance.

Feyre Archeron had been a friend of Clare’s. She was a year older than you and when her father had lost his fortune you stopped seeing her around so much. You had always liked her and tried to keep up with her despite your father’s protests. She had gone missing last year, something to do with a dying aunt. Now, as she stood before Amarantha’s rage you figured there was never a dying aunt after all. With the arrival of Feyre, Amarantha offered you out to the highest bidder. Much to your dismay it was your sister’s murderer. Upon finding out that you were to stay by his side you vomited on the floor. Rhysand had offered you some sort of mental comfort but seemed more focused on the only other human girl in the room. She was angrier than you had ever seen her, and she stared Amarantha down with an ice-cold rage. Her pale eyes caught yours briefly and the sight of you knocked her backwards. She reached a hand out to where you stood at the edge of the gathered crowd. You let out a quiet sob and reached towards her, a token of gratitude that did not go unnoticed. Amarantha’s eyes darted wildly between you and Feyre as she realized you two knew one another and as though she had won the lottery her body began to wrack with throws of laughter.

The sound ricocheted off the stone walls and sent chills down your spine. Feyre dropped her hand and whipped her gaze back towards the dark queen. Your eyes fell to the floor. At some point Helion had sidled up next to you. His hands were clasped behind him, but you were hyperaware of this chest pressing into your shoulder.

“Well sweet Feyre” Amarantha spoke between laughter “Now that I know your true name, why don’t you tell your human friend why she’s here.”

Your eyes shot up and your brows furrowed. You saw Rhysand shift nervously in his place near the throne and Feyre looked utterly distraught. Amarantha’s fingers curled around the arms of her seat and she leaned forward in anticipation as Feyre turned to face you fully.

“She’s here because I lied about who I was in order to escape.” Feyre’s voice cracked and she looked away from you. Her eyes collided undoubtedly with your sister’s mangled corpse and she shuddered before looking to you once more. “I didn’t think she would do this to you… to Clare.” Feyre looked to the floor then, tears glinting on her skin.

Your resolve broke. A series of jumbled sounds left your throat and your gaze collided with Clare’s corpse. Feyre had been her friend at one point. She had been your friend at one point. The weeks of torture, starvation, and brutality… all because she lied and said her name was Clare Beddor?

“What do you have to say to her little Beddor?” Amarantha purred, that cat-like grin plastered on her too pretty face. You looked to her, and then settled your gaze on Feyre. She was crying, and you had been too but the sight of her tears steeled your nerves.

“I hope that the sight of my sisters corpse haunts you until the day you die.” Your voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, but your words did the trick. Feyre let out a mangled cry and the throne room erupted into a cacophony of screams and cheers.

~

Before you could hear Feyre’s sentencing, Helion had ushered you out of the throne room.

            He was stone quiet the entirety of the trek back to his quarters. Entirely closed off as the guards let you two be, and entirely quiet as he moved to sit on his bed while you stood like a caged animal in the corner of his room. It was only when he saw your tears that he spoke.

“My name is He-“

“I know who you are murderer.” You spat. And your voice felt foreign. You had not used it for more than screams the entirety of your stay here. You remembered an older girl in your village who told you how powerful any information could be to the fae. At the time you had chalked it up to legends and silly tales but now you weren’t sure what the truth was anymore and decided it best to keep quiet altogether.

  Helion sighed at your response and nodded.

“Yes. I am also that.” His voice was taught, and foolish of you to think as much but it sounded pained.

“She was 19 years old you bastard.” Your voice was quieter this time, filled with pain and grief so thick that it threatened to swallow you whole. You had been so scared to mourn here, so scared to show any emotion other than complacency.

“Be careful how you speak to me here girl. I may know I deserve it but they will not see it as such.” He spat, motioning to the stone walls around you as though they were alive.

With horrible realization you concluded that they very well could be.

“What is your name Beddor. You have given it to no one save for Rhysand who I am guessing has turned your shit into a smoothie by now.” He caught you off guard. So much so that you let out a laugh. Not a laugh of amusement but one of a woman gone mad.

You sank to the floor beneath you and leaned your massacred back against the door. Helion quirked a brow and stood from his position.

“You gut my sister in front of me, watch that woman beat me, and place a bid on me like a prize heifer and you want to know my name?” You replied, dumbfounded at the audacity of the male in front of you.

“Give me your name and I will make sure of it that everything that has happened to you here will be righted. I bet on you so that Amarantha’s sadistic little followers wouldn’t have the chance. I do not care what it is you spend your time doing but now you won’t be subjected to the hell you have been. I’ll give you tasks in here to keep you busy and out of the way, but I need to know your name.” He spoke with such conviction and such pain that you quit laughing. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes widened.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hoped he was lying and would kill you, or the fact that you were too exhausted to question him, but you nodded and swallowed deeply.

“(Y/N) Beddor. My name is (y/n).”

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TAGLIST: *PS, if you wanna be added please feel free to let me know <3*

@wanderer-by-heart

@marigold-morelli

[starkraivennemad]

Reciprocal

"Sir?"

Lost in his thoughts Mycroft blinked and looked to his assistant staring at him oddly. "Yes, Anthea?"

"You did not answer the question?"

"Forgive me, what was the question?"

"Shall we drive off and take you home now or do you still need a moment to ponder...?"

Mycroft sat up in his sedan at what he knew the ellipsis implied.

Mycroft looked in the direction Gregory Lestrade had headed to his flat.

It had been fifteen minutes since Gregory left the sedan. Yet they still sat idling at the curb.

Detective Inspector Gregory Michael Lestrade.

An average man he once considered one among the many minions that served him. He did not think much of Lestrade, and the feeling was reciprocal.

Except, even from the onset Gregory Lestrade never was an average anything. 

The very first person to turn down his offer, he could not be bullied nor bribed as so many others. Did Greg follow Mycroft's lead when it came to keeping a weathered eye on his brother Sherlock, yes, but only on his own terms. If Mycroft wanted to know about his brother he always had to come to Greg and ask. Thus began their dinners when Mycroft would get updates on Sherlock.

Never anything sordid and wasn't his business to know as a brother or protector. Conversely, he learned nothing he ever said about Sherlock reached his brother's ears. The intelligent man had an integrity that Mycroft respected even if he never openly admitted such it was understood it was reciprocal.

In the years since, dinners that went from three or four times a year became four or five times a month and long ago gave up the pretense of being anything about Sherlock.  it surprised Mycroft when he found himself looking forward to those dinners with Gregory and learning that was also reciprocal. 

Reciprocal. Mycroft thought about that. The two men have gone from through much dealing with his brother and by turns each other. Mycroft was there to help Greg through his divorce. Greg has been there to help him get through the trauma of Sherrinford. He could not imagine his life now without Greg in it. 

With a shock he wondered if that too was also reciprocal. 

"Sir?" Anthea touched his arm when he opened the sedan door to step out. 

He realized then that he had not responded to her earlier question.  "Sherlock is the only person alive who knows me better than you, Anthea. I feel it's time to change that. You can go home."

He looked to her and saw the smile hidden behind her professional mien and knew she knew, but still she had to ask. "Are you sure, sir?"

"No, but like every single thing that has happened when dealing with him it has been with reciprocity, Universe is rarely so lazy."

Her hidden smile became a wide one as she let his arm go and sat back in the sedan. "I'll see you overmorrow.".

A few minutes later he is standing in front of Greg's door when he phone rings. He grinned seeing the name of the caller. 

"Yes, Gregory.?"

"Yeah, um... I can see the sedan still parked out front, are y...is everything...okay?" Greg asked, and before Mycroft could respond asked a new question. "Or would you like to come up? Oh nevermind I see the sedan is leaving..."

"The sedan is leaving I am not."

"What?"

"Open your door."

"Really?" The amount of joy heard in Greg's voice was only succeeded by the alacrity in which Mycroft could hear Greg run to said door and smile that greeted him when it was flung open and Mycroft was treated to a shirtless Greg.

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.” 

"Your heart was never dead, just dormant. I suspect like mine it only needed the right person to tend to it." Greg stepped back granting him entrance. "Welcome to my garden."

And Mycroft knew with every fiber of his being then that everything he said to Anthea was correct. 

Every single thing that has happened when dealing with him it has been with reciprocity.

As soon as the door closed behind him Mycroft pulled Greg into his arms.

"And welcome to mine, Greg."

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