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Filthy Rich

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader PT.2

☆ pt1!! pt3!

✧ Synopsis;; Spencer Reid was filthy rich, for he was royalty. Handsome, charming and a gentleman, a dream dressed in pure silk for any kind of woman. But not you.

✧ y/n is a mere slave of a nobel family who just turned 22. On the night of the prince’s royal ball she is dragged against her will to this dance just to be used as a coat rack for the purses and coats of the family ladies, who, of course, treat her like absolute sh’t, to the point where they could agreed to hand her over for a generous amount of gold

“Just name your price, sweetheart.”

“Screw you, my prince.”

Just how lucky you were for had caught the

prince’ s attention!

< enemies to lovers 3

17th century royalty! inspired by bridgerton!

CW;; this series might include 18+ content (details will be given at the start of each new part uploaded) MINORS DNI AND SKIP!!!

WARNINGS PART TWO: cursing, blood, violence and a nude scene(?)

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

WORD COUNT;; +2,5k

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

‘Because from now on you belong in this castle.’

You stepped back at his words, his smile never dropping as you amused him with your fighting against the maids that had returned in a clap of his hands. “You shall let them help you with your clothes and washing, I promise you you’ll feel better once you’ve found yourself clean.” he tried to convince you, his hazel puppy eyes glistening under the lights and his voice soft as a caress.

“I can take my clothes off myself.” you spit, your hands making your way to the back of your dress to unbuckle the single button that was left, among those who had fallen off through the years, and undo the bow that molded it’s skirt to your waist, letting your clothes slip to the floor and around your feet, leaving you completely naked to their sight since no petticoat had been given to you by your old family.

The maids gasped, as you had dared to undress yourself in front of the prince, whose eyes never left yours, not really budging at your actions for he was a ‘gentleman’. His smile only grew up more, which you’d started finding pretty goddamn annoying.

“Then, I shall excuse myself… Ladies.” he bowed to the maids, who did the same and said their goodbyes.

“Oh, bless my soul!” Gideon exclaimed as his eyes accidentally took a glance of your naked body once the door had opened, quickly adverting them to his right.

You gave them your back as he closed the door with a mocking smile towards his right hand, your feet, and later on your whole body, being surrounded in clear warm water for what you thought it was the first time in your life.

You sighed in relief and sank deeper into the bathtub, letting your eyes close once a pair of hands started washing your long hair, getting lost in the feeling of it all, in its warmth.

“I won’t put that on.” you shook your head at the dress that was currently being showed to you. Starting from the fact that it’s skirt was way too big for you to freely and comfortably move around, the puff on its sleeves looked ridiculous and seemed really troublesome and the corset which strings stood in the back really threatened your ability to breath. It was a simple and definite no for you. And the color! That shade of yellow won’t flatter you, that’s for sure.

“It seems that the dresses that Lord Gideon sent are no good…” one of the maids sighed, tossing the last one of them aside.

“What a pity…” you falsely pouted, adjusting yourself in the padded chair you had been forced to sit on so the women could take care of your hair.

“Well, there’s still the one that the prince sent! Let’s give it a try.” a brunette one smiled, to which you huffed, you hair being combed by another maid that simply giggled, really entertained by your reactions. “Where was it…, ah, yes!” she seemed to find it, her gentle fingers taking a grip on the strip sleeves of the dress to reveal it to the rest, who let out a delighted gasp.

“Crumbs*! It’s beautiful!” the maid that combed your hair exclaimed, her eyes shining as brightly as the rest of the ladies’.

It was a really simple dress, though it looked more like a nightgown. It was made out of the most beautiful lace you’ve ever seen. It was light blue, and large, enough to cover your thighs, ending below your knees. It had different layers of silk and lace of all types with little ruffles and decorations. The chest was made out of two triangles of silk with lace surrounding them in a soft-looking way that made you…, not hate it. In fact, it was really beautiful.

“Would you like to try it on, miss?” they all inquired, hoping for a positive answer since they seemed to have fallen in love with the dress.

“Well, it’s the most… pleasant to the eyes,” you muttered, trying to not show your true feelings about that piece of clothing, winning excited smiles from the ladies, who helped you to stand and took off your body the towel that embraced you to help you get on the dress.

You felt free in it. It moved with you and it let you breath, and it was so soft. You jumped and twirled, testing the waters. Nothing seemed to get exposed, what made you really happy. Your incredibly long hair caressed your almost bare back, falling to your waist. Your fingers went through it in awe, no knots being found. You smelled like pure lilies and you felt so clean and soft that you almost felt the urge to cry once you’ve taken a glimpse at your reflection in a mirror the maids lent you. You touched your clean face in disbelief, your cheek was bruised and stung when touched, the same as your lips, but your wounds had been cleaned and your skin looked so pure you felt unrecognizable, always being greeted by your reflection full of dirt, cuts and bruises in the pond’s water you used to visit when the mistress’ clothes needed washing.

“You look truly wonderful, miss.” one of the maids said, the rest nodding and agreeing with her, and just when you were about to thank them for their help with a smile, two knocks at the door caught yours and their attention, the prince stepping in after a short minute just in case you were still getting dressed.

“I apologize for my intrusion, ladies. Is everything alright, here?” he asked as he stepped in, along with Gideon, his eyes quickly finding your back and later on when you had turned to face him, your eyes. He simply stood there, silently staring at you, his eyes capturing every single detail in your body and sinking deep in the way you looked…, with the dress he had chosen himself. “You chose it…” he smiled, his eyes finding yours once again, his soft voice reaching you.

“Well of course, it is the most comfortable amongst them all.” you said, looking down at the dress, catching him staring as you did.

He cleared his throat before bringing his hands from his back to the front, letting you see a couple of, really low heels, almost flat silk shoes. “I brought these, though I couldn’t find anything more comfortable, I’m afraid.” he awkwardly smiled, stepping closer and kneeling in front of you, what caused you and the maids to step back in astonishment and Giddon to whisper-yell a ‘Your highness!’. “May I?” he inquired, one of his palms facing upward as he signaled to your feet. You slowly and unsurely nodded, surprised by his actions, but allowing him help you put on the shoes.

You could guess what everyone was thinking at the moment;

Why in the world was the prince of the realm, no one else than Spencer Reid, kneeling and helping a slave like you put on some shoes?

You slightly bent down to take a better glimpse at them. They were white with a little piece of lace surrounding its collar. They were beautifully simple, and they looked really comfortable. When you put your feet back down on the floor you could agree on your judgement by their appearance. Compared to your wooden ones, this shoes felt like walking on clouds. When your sight drifted from them, your eyes met the prince’s once he had gotten off the marble floor once again.

“Well?” his eyebrows rose in anticipation, wanting to know your opinion on them. Everyone seemed to.

“They are not too bad.” you shrugged, your pride making him smile and let out a soft and short laughter. The tension inside the room seemed to dissipate with that sound.

“I’m glad to hear that.” he nodded, making his way back to the door. “Then? Are you ready to go and eat supper?” he offered you, opening the door whilst his eyes looked into yours.

You glared at him for a couple of seconds, still not truly trusting nor liking him, but still decided to take your first step. And after the first one came a second, and later on; a third.

His eyes never left your body as you exited first, waving your hand to the maids as a quick goodbye, which they returned. He bowed at them before closing the door. You awaited next to Gideon in the corridor, which was carpeted with crimson velvet carpets and glistened under the candles of the chandeliers above your heads.

“Shall I fetch the cooks and maids to set up the table, your highness?” the brunette spoke, his hands intertwined behind his back, which stood straight, awaiting for an answer.

“You shall not.” he shook his head. “I wouldn’t like them to work so much this late at night.” the singing of the cuckoo clock hitting midnight catching your attention as your eyes met with the wooden cuckoo that jumped in and out of its home. You wandered through the corridor, your fingers detailing the marble and wood of the oak chest you found on your left, plagued with porcelain decorations and flowers. There were multiple of them through the interminable corridor, perhaps for embellishment. “Though I would appreciate it if you could fetch something for her. I could wager all the gold I have in my hands that she hasn’t eaten for days.” he seemed concerned, his smile fading for a couple of seconds before appearing once again when he saw you twirling around a porcelain doll sculpture of a ballerina.

Not even his friend could understand his actions nor read whatever wondered inside his mind. But he thought he could just wait for whatever the future would offer.

“Sure, your highness. I’ll make sure to send it to her room in no time.” he nodded, after a ‘thank you’ from his friend and prince heading the other way.

You were about to place down another sculpture that you had picked up when his voice startled you.

“It’s Greek.” you felt your heart plummet to your stomach when it slipped from your hands, his being quick enough to catch it in the air. “Almost a was.” he mocked you with a smile, putting it back down on the chest amongst the others.

“Didn’t know the prince would be into collecting porcelain.” you winded him up.

“That would be my mother, the queen.” he chuckled. “Along with the king she has parted to the east to meet Rembrandt and discuss about his new works of art.” he explained, making you now understand his announcement at his ball, asking forgiveness for the monarchs’ absence. “Though I must admit, I take pleasure in pretty things.” his eyes met yours and for a moment you felt as if you were frozen in place, the only warmth you felt being the touch of his fingers gracing yours on top of the oak chest, after his hand had fallen near yours. Your eyes met his hand and later on his eyes again, pulling away from his warmth after a couple of seconds.

“And what does beauty mean to you, your highness?” you inquired him, giving him your back and taking a few steps away from him. “Perhaps gold? Diamonds? Maybe castles?” your hair softly fell on your shoulder as your turned back to face him once again, your dress beautifully dancing along with you.

He just silently stared at you, his hands once again on his back as he took a couple of steps closer to you, a smile tugging on his lips. “I guess I still have yet to find out.” his brown eyes found yours once he stood by your side, the amber of the candles shining on them. There was something in them that you could not read. “Then, shall we?” his eyes left yours just to show you the way in which you supposed you should head to to meet ‘your room’. You seemed unsure for a couple of seconds, to which he decided to taunt you a little bit more. “After you, sweetheart.” he moved aside, giving you a little bit of space.

“Don’t you dare call me that again.” he laughed at your rudeness.

You gave him a side look before taking a step forwards, and then another, and another, the moonlight of the windows hitting your skin, perfectly matching with the color of your dress.

He took a deep breath before following you.

What beauty was…, huh?

“I hope you find the room to your liking. If you are in need of more pillows or sheets just ask for them, alright? You can ask one of the maids to light up the chimney for you if the night gets too cold too.” he said while opening the door and letting you step inside. It was spacious and beautifully decorated. As you stepped in, the very first thing you could see was a huge window that met the gardens of the castle, to your left a chimney with red velvet sofas and a central tea table with books on top of it, you could find more of them on the willow bookcases on both sides of the chimney. And to your right you could find a queen size bed with puffy white sheets, a white dosel and an incredible amount of pillows of all kinds, along with oak nightstands with candles and a big white closet. When you looked upwards your eyes met with the shiniest of chandeliers.

Once you’ve turned around to meet his eyes once again, these caught a glimpse on a food trolley.

“The maids discussed that since you’ve probably not eaten in days it would be better for you to eat something soft so it wouldn’t upset your stomach.” he said, while taking off the top of the plate cover, the smell of chicken stew along with baked potatoes and steamed vegetables making your mouth water. But that was not really what caught your attention. “I apologize if you find it too-”

And before he could even finish his sentence or take a hold onto your actions, his back was slammed against the half-open door from which you’d entered the room, closing it in a very harsh slam exactly when Gideon seemed to be back to check on the prince.

“My prince?!? My prince!!” he desperately knocked on the door, trying to open it but finding it imposible due to the weight of both your bodies on the other side. “Guards!” and as he called for the guards that rounded the corridors…

“Give me a single reason for which I shouldn’t kill you right this moment, my prince.” your breaths intertwined as you stood completely pressed against his body, a knife that you’ve snatched from the trolley threatening to cut his throat as you pressed it against the skin of his pale neck.

He seemed astonished at first, his hazel eyes staring into yours as your heavy breath caressed his lips, which parted as he spoke.

“You wouldn’t dare.” he pressed against the knife to get even closer to you, its edge sinking into his skin and the vermillion of his blood making its way to his collarbones like a river flowing down the hills.

“And what makes you think that?” he smirked at your inquisition, his fingers brushing delicately your arm, its pads descending. From your shoulder to your elbow and later on to your free hand, which stood slightly hidden behind your dress. You gritted your teeth as he slowly and carefully rose it up ‘till both of you could clearly see it. You were trembling, so much it was actually impressive that you could hide it so well.

“Your body speaks to me, sweetheart.” he answered, caressing your palm with his thumb as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on its back.

And before any of you knew, more blood spilled as you rose the knife.

To be continued…

*Crumbs;; used for expressing surprise.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 19 days

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Once upon a time, The Kingdom of Fire and The Kingdom of Ice became one when The Fire King and The Ice Queen got married. King and Queen weren't nice and didn't want the best for their people. They were mean. And they enjoyed punishing anyone who opposed them by burning them or freezing them.

The Fire Prince, son of the King, was as vicious and ambitious as his father. He was supposed to inherit the kingdom and become king one day. But The Ice Princess, daughter of the Queen, was the opposite of what her family was. She was kind, she was innocent, and she was merciful. Unaware of the horrors that The King, Queen and Prince did to others.

The Princess wasn't allowed to do many things. She was mainly trapped in the castle to practice her ballet, have tea with her annoying cousins, dutchesses of Slytherin, and do princess's chores.

Fool was the princess to believe that was life.

"I'm sorry, babe, but that dress is horrid" Dutchess Alecto was telling the other Dutchess Alice as they had tea and chatted.

"I'm waiting to get married to Duke Longbottom to inherit his family's fortune. You know well I have to sew my own dresses until then" Dutchess Alice answered embarrassed.

But Dutchess Alecto laughed and laughed, she had been born among riches and beauty. She told everyone she knew she was meant to marry the Fire Prince one day and become Queen. Shame she lacked brains.

"I think your dress is wonderful, Alice" Of course The Ice Princess was always nice and gentle. And she felt sorry for Alice's embarrassment.

"Thanks, Princess" Alice smiled.

"Don't lie to her, Princess" Alecto whispered to her "No wonder she is only marrying a Duke while I am marrying a Prince"

The scream the hallow dutchess made after sipping her tea could have made the castle tremble "This is cold! Where's the servitude when it is needed?"

"Sorry, Almighty" The maid Mary came running. She was also beautiful and very intelligent but the had the unfortunate fate to have been born in poverty. "Needed something, perhaps?"

"Tea is awfully made, you absolute fool! What do they pay you for?"

"I'm not being paid, Almighty" Mary bowed.

"And who will if you serve like this?"

The Princess liked Mary as a friend but knew of she defended her from the royals, they would made fun of her. After all, she was only a maid. Alecto dismissed the lady. But Mary had the idea of revenge as he dropped the cup of tea on Alice's poor dress, making her scream in surprise.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Oh. I am sorry, Almighty" Mary didn't sound sorry at all "My bad, my slippery hands"

"I mean she is doing you a favor, darling. That dress has no remedy" Alecto commented.

Alice was offended as she cleaned herself. The Princess shared a hidden smile with her maid.

"Princess Dorcas," Alecto turned to her now bored "You should marry that distant Prince everyone is talking about ...the handsome one, Avery"

"Yeah he seems like a good match for you, Princess" Alice added.

"A real bluff for sure" Mary murmured as she cleaned. But luckily, the girls didn't hear her.

The thing was that the Princess liked someone else. The adventurous, wonderful and very beautiful Warrior McKinnon. Personal guard and escort of the Princess herself. With an athletic body and gorgeous looks, the beautiful princess couldn't help to feel protected and loved by that knight. McKinnon was a warrior that had fought many battles, been into many adventures and saved many people. McKinnon had become a legend.

Now, in secrecy, the Ice Princess was in love with her protector. Though she knew it was not meant to be. Even if McKinnon felt the same for her princess, The King and Queen would never allow it. And The Prince would kill anyone who dared to be even look at the Princess.

"I don't think..."

Dorcas's words were interrupted when Alecto smiled looking at something behind Dorcas "Speaking about my future husband" she said as she fixed her hair.

The Fire Prince was handsome but his expression made him look cruel and scary. Word had it he was a true womanizer. That he loved fooling around and having big parties. The Princess, on the other hand, didn't see this side of her brother. She was fooled thinking he was a nice person.

"Ladies..." The Prince said as the three girls raised to their feet.

"Prince Nicolai" they chanted at the same time as they took a little bow.

"Little Sister" The Prince added, winking at Dorcas making the girl smile. Ever since they were little The Fire Prince had been his sister's hero.

"Don't I look more handsome today?" Prince Nicolai asked and the three girls nodded "I took an expensive milk bath today. I heard it reduces the wrinkles"

"You look absolutely great, Almighty" Alecto smiled, expecting to get the attention of her future husband "If you say those baths do wonders to the skin then I should probably..."

The Prince raised his hand looking bored "Shut up, you stupid girl"

Alecto let out a deflated shriek and pouted. The Prince was already taking a seat in between the dutchesses wrapping an arm around their shoulders. The girls were blushing and smiling happy to have the Prince's attention. But he was looking to the maid on the floor, specifically at her arse while she scrubbed the floor.

"You!" he exclaimed, making Mary blink at him "Why don't bring me a drink?"

"Right away, sir" Mary answered with annoyance and as she walked away the Prince was not subtle to stare at her bum again. "Although you are just a fine drink yourself, peach" he whispered.

"Excuse me, your Almighty!" Alecto hit his shoulder, her voice high-pitched as a squirrel. "I am supposed to be YOUR wife! Me!" she pointed to herself.

The Prince didn't sound interested "Please, darling. You know my nature. A chaser by heart..."

Alecto seemed to be considering it "That's true"

"You know I am marrying you, my darling, because you are such a pinhead, you won't even realize when I am cheating"

Alecto let out a loud gasp while Alice giggled in complicity with The Prince.

"You are kind of a pinhead" Alice agreed.

Still in a high pitched squirrel voice "I am not! Princess, tell them I have a brain!"

But the Princess had been distracted staring through the window. Outside on the garden, her warrior had been practicing with her sword. She was impeccable as a ninja. The Princess couldn't stop staring at her sweaty body and flying golden hair.

"How can someone be so perfect?" The Princess murmured to herself, biting her lip. And she blushed when McKinnon noticed she was being stared at and waved. The Princess waved back. There was complicity there. There was love there.

"What are you staring at, Sister?"

"Nothing!" Dorcas looked away.

But it was too late for The Prince had noticed.

"Sister, this is... This is unacceptable! You cannot like that... that... Mud girl. A woman so filthy and unrefined"

"You don't know her at all, Brother" The Princess begged "She is... She is everything to me"

The Fire Prince was furious. He took his father's sword and ran outside.

"Noo! Wait!" The Princess close to his feet. The dutchesses filled with curiosity followed. Even Mary, dropped the Prince's drink to the floor to get a view.

"YOU!!" The Prince shouted gaining the unbothered reaction from the warrior herself. "You filthy dirty scum! Stay away from the Princess in the name of this Kingdom"

"That's all you got, Fire Clown?" McKinnon asked, playing with the sword in between her hands.

Alecto gasped openly and Alice covered her mouth. Mary tried to cover her smile.

"What did you just call me?"

"What you heard, fool!" The warrior approached "The Princess and I love each other and there is nothing you can you to break us up" she exclaimed "And your face is ugly!"

This time everyone gasped, even The Prince. But The Princess Dorcas was smiling. And she looked so beautiful like that.

"I want to run away and marry her, Brother" The Princess said "If you love me just a little, you will let me go. Say whatever to the King and Queen"

"Never!" The Prince roared. He took the Princess by her arm, placing her behind "If you want to take The Princess somewhere, you will have to do it over my dead body, Mud Girl. Shame I will have to kill you first"

McKinnon wasn't worried for she had fought worse than a capricious prince.

"As if you can take me, Spark Clown"

"Careful, McKinnon" The Princess warned "My brother is good with the sword"

To prove she was better, McKinnon made a dangerous trick with her sword, twisting it in between her hands. Everyone was impressed. The Prince swallowed. But he charged.

What came next was an epic battle between Prince and Warrior that would be worth it of a Hollywood movie. The Prince gave the warrior a good fight. But he didn't play fair. He was nasty and The Warrior was distracted by her princess's worried look. So taking advantage of the distraction, The Prince Striked. The Princess screamed.

Wounded by the Prince's tricks, the warrior McKinnon dropped to the floor. It would only take one last swing to finish with her. Dying for love was an honorable way to go, thought the warrior as she closed her eyes.

"Noooo!"

But in just seconds, The Princess was between the sword and the warrior. The Prince wounded her instead. So he dropped the sword in surprise.

The sky became red as the Princess's white dress. The clouds were dark. The Kingdom was mourning their kind Princess. Without her there would be no hope, only despair.

Mary, Alice and Alecto were crying, Alecto the loudest. And all the Prince could do as he watched her sister die was murmur apologies.

The warrior didn't listen. She had her lover between her arms. Bloody hands covering the wound in her belly. A red stain that was ruining the perfect white of her dress.

The Ice Princess was smiling. Looking into The warrior's eyes with love.

"No!" McKinnon cried "I should have taken you away sooner. I should have rescued you from them!!"

Dorcas smiled sympathetically. "I love you" she murmured as she coughed blood. Then:

"McKinnon!"

"Noo! Don't leave me, Princess!!"

"Hey McKinnon"

"Don't die!! Please don't die!"

"I am not dying, Marlene" Dorcas laughed "Please wake up"

Marlene opened her eyes to the bright sun and it hurt to see. So she blinked to the side to find Dorcas fine and well next to her. They weren't in a distant castle. Just outside Hogwarts near the lake. Marlene was not a warrior, just a plain student. Dorcas was not a Princess. Well, she kind of was.

"You fell asleep. I'm sorry, I thought it would only take me a minute to finish this assignment"

"It's okay" Marlene yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up.

"I completely ruined our date by revising, didn't I?" Dorcas asked as she finished writing something down and closed her folder.

"Was this date though?" Marlene teased.

"No, you are right" Dorcas chuckled "You asked if we could hang and I said had to finish my essay and you insisted on keeping me company. Then you fell asleep"

"How am I not supposed to sleep if you ignore me in our date?" Marlene shrugged.

Dorcas snorted and hit her tigh gently "You said it wasn't a date, McKinnon!"

Something about the way Dorcas said it reminded Marlene of the dream. And she laughed. Because it was ridiculous. Then she kissed her girlfriend, who responded eagerly.

"Wait" Dorcas said between kisses "What were you dreaming about? Was I dying in your dream?"

"Don't remember" Marlene answered nervously. She remembered it vividly but it was embarrassing to tell "You know how they say you forget about everything you dream as you wake up? I'm like... Bum.... All blank.... Nothing... Sorry" she shrugged and kissed the suspicious look on Dorcas's face.

Dorcas giggled "Okay" but continued kissing her.

Everything was great, Marlene could do this forever until they were interrupted.

"Hey Dorki!! Dorki... Dorcas!"

Marlene wished those had been invented characters only on her dream. But they existed in real life. Nicolai Mulciber, Alecto Carrow and Alice Fortescue were waiting at the Castle's Entrance.

Nick was like the torturous prince of Slytherin. So popular and annoying like in her dream. And worse, Dorcas's stepbrother. Alecto and Alice were Dorcas's best friends. So hallow and plastic it seemed untrue. Well not as exaggerating like in the dream, they were real people, but still.

"Come on, babe! We will be late for class!" Alecto yelled with her squirrel voice. "Oh hello, Mud Girl. Nice outfit, darling"

She didn't say it in a nice way because the comment made her friends laugh. Marlene looked down to herself. She had forgotten that she was using her Rugby Uniform still covered in mud. She was planning to change later since she had little time to see Dorcas before class and she had wanted to take advantage of every second.

"I can't believe they still call me, Mud Girl" Marlene groaned.

"Don't worry. They mean it in a nice way"

Dorcas was still very innocent to see the truth. Or maybe she just saw the best in people. The problem with dating the Ice Princess was not about her. She was perfect. Just that her family and friends were the problem. They were awful.

And Marlene couldn't fight a duel with her step brother like in her dream. Dorcas loved them. So Marlene had to stand them. Because Dorcas had made an effort to get to know Marlene's friends and like them. There was no point of comparison. Marlene's friends were ten times better. But it was only fair to try and do the same.

"What's up guys? Everything good?" Marlene waved.

She wasn't the problem. It was them and their stupid judgemental stare and their mocking smirks. They hated her.

"Come Dorcas! Move it!" Alecto insisted.

"Gotta go" Dorcas bit her lip in apology "See you later, McKinnon?"

Marlene faked a smile "Sure"

Dorcas leaned in to kiss her once more. Then she sent shivers down Marlene's spine when she whispered:

"I think you covered in mud is a sexy image"

Then Dorcas picked up her things and left quick before Marlene's cheeks turned bright red. Why was she so perfect? Why did Marlene like her so much?

Marlene had heard that having a partner was also dating their friends. And Marlene didn't believe it true until now. She would have to learn to like Nick and Alecto and Alice. Because they weren't going anywhere.

Marlene was willing. But Nicolai's dirty look didn't say the same as he stared back once the girls had gone inside to their respective class. Fire Prince. Eyes full of malice.

Marlene hated him. She hated him. She hated him.

"Marly! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere!"

And Marlene hated the way Nicolai Mulciber was staring at Mary. Like a piece of meat.

"Everything good, Macdonald?" he asked.

"Nick" Mary pursed her lips and crossed her arms when she noticed him.

Mulciber smiled before giving Mary a wink. Then he turned to Marlene.

"See you in class, Mud Girl" Mulciber spat before getting back inside.

"What a pig" Mary commented as she helped Marlene to her feet.

"Yeah, a real pig"

Nick was none other than the step brother of Marlene's girlfriend. And he was the true villain of the story. It wasn't fair that she had to stand him.

#This is absolutely ridiculous but it is a dream #Only Marlene would picture something like that in her brain #She is so funny and I love her #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mulciber #alecto carrow #alice fortescue #mary mcdonald #dorlene #marlene x dorcas #yeah Dorcas and Mulciber are step siblings in my headcanon

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mellethernil · 11 months

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#just woke up from a dream where I got real heated about vapes #I think they’re absolutely ridiculous #you look dumb #but ik this fellowship is a little dumb #I think ik the answer but it’ll be fun to see #lord of the rings #lotr #fellowship of the ring #the fellowship #gandalf the grey #Aragorn #Boromir #Legolas #Gimli #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #the hobbits

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yuriiofthevalley · 3 months

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what the hell is a five year plan. why can't i just live in the moment forever

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tobi-smp · 7 months

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while we're talking about old fandom discourse, literally no brand of dream smp discourse was more useless than the "your character can't wear That because My Character is wearing that!!"

it's plainly ridiculous in all its forms, fighting over which little dollies are allowed to wear which dress while we smash em into each other.

but personally the most ridiculous to me is when wilburians got mad at inniters for putting tommy in wilbur's clothes, because 100% of the time inniters were doing that to show how much tommy loves and cares about and misses wilbur, Especially when depicting tommy like, actively Grieving for wilbur after his death (or a version of him, in ghostbur's case)

I love wilbur and I've shared many a meal with wilburians, but this truly elevated it from silly nonsense to Actually getting mad when other fans like and care about your blorbo

"inniters can't let wilbur have Anything !!!" and it's tommy wearing a tee shirt that says "I love wilbur he is my big brother" in comic sans

the little brother - big brother dynamic reigns eternal, well and truly

(before anybody comes at me, this is required reading for this particular topic: [Link])

#dream smp #tommyinnit #there's Also obviously the white streak discourse #which is Also relevant to that link #but that's More convergent evolution #than the absolute ridiculousness of 'inniters having tommy wear a sweater to honor ghostbur's memory and mourn him is stealing from him'

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svtskneecaps · 8 months

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personally i think the best way to get everyone out of the way during the squad vacation to brazil is for forever to announce the completion of his prison, ""randomly"" draw the names of the members who are leaving (or they volunteer), and then say "okay cool test it out for me and let me know how it goes!!" and they get tp'd into prison and summarily kicked from the server.

#qsmp #will this further traumatize qpac? probably #but they could also retcon it as 'they found a glaring flaw within 30 seconds and decided to stay so forever wasn't discouraged'#so they could absolutely have escaped at any time. but forever needed a win so they waited around and played a ttrpg instead #block game brainrot #shut up vic #that way qpac isn't actually trapped and knows that and qcellbit doesn't relapse (too badly) for the same reason #tho also they could go down those paths if they're interested who's to say? :D options open to them #there's a lot of kidnapping and prison trauma so i'm hoping they can turn it kinda silly #if like. they're tp'd into the cells. and they turn around and the window is literally just Open. or something ridiculous #like they have classic minecraft 'hole with water' toilets except there's a full sewer tunnel that connects the cells and also goes outside #and forever justifies it as the feds insisted he put toilets in the jail (bc the feds have 'looking for the bathroom' trauma)#and forever isn't ever one to half ass things so HE insisted there was a full working sewage network #except the federation doesn't have a plumber on staff so it goes about as well as anyone could expect #long tags #this is my personal pipe dream

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pomellon · 11 months

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So, some staged duo/drunz thoughts for the dragon au :D (in case anyone needs a refresher about bonded/mate lore)

As mentioned in previous posts, George and Punz have been bonded since they were pretty much babies. Sapnap and Dream also bonded early on, and the dream team all eventually bonded with each other. Punz later bonds with Sapnap while the two were separated from Dream and George and had to rely on each other to survive.

Dream and Punz on the other hand don’t actually bond to each until much later, but they still really care for one another. It’s partly because they share wing and talonmates between them, and dragon nature is to look after your mates’ bonded even if they’re not bonded to you, but they also have a lot of mutual respect for each other.

Punz has always admired Dream’s skills, his flying abilities, his battle strategies, and his intelligence. He’s never been afraid to ask Dream for advice in areas he knows Dream has more experience in, and he values Dream’s opinions and thoughts.

Meanwhile Dream has a lot of trust in Punz, especially on missions. He trusts George and Sapnap too of course, but George doesn't always follow Dream’s command and Sapnap is easily either influenced by George or follows Dream a little too blindly. With Punz Dream knows the older dragon will always listen to him, but also question him when needed and share his own input when planning.

Because of this the two will often partner up on more sensitive or discrete assignments, and it’s during one of these journeys that their bond finally takes hold.

They’ve been tasked to scout out a new area, add the location to their flight’s growing maps, and get to know the flight of bandit dragons who live there. If possible, even steal the magic item that the bandits have been rumoured to be in possession of.

The bond takes hold when Dream and Punz are still travelling, and Dream, having a sensitive bond and sense of smell, can tell right away. Sapnap, and even George who’s scent blind, have mentioned Punz’s sweet honey-like scent so Dream instantly knows the sudden new smell comes from his travel companion.

Punz’s bond sense has always been slower to take hold, and he often doesn't realise a new bond has been formed until a few days after when he starts to pick up on his new bonded’s scent. He doesn't pick up on Dream’s lemongrass scent at all when Dream informs him about their new connection, but he is pleased to hear about it.

The mission from Punz’s point of view goes smoothly after that. His thoughts occasionally wander to his new bond and what it will mean for their relationship in the future, but not enough for it to cause a disturbance. For Dream on the other hand it’s a complete distraction.

He knows Punz, he’s known Punz since they were both hatchlings and he used to watch him and George playing and roughhousing while wishing he was big and brave enough to join them. He’s become closer with the older dragon within the past few years, especially when Sapnap bonded to him and the two pretty much became a package deal.

He knows what Punz is like around his wingmates, and his talonmates. He knows what he’s like during missions, in battle, and when he’s flying. He knows what he’s like when he’s home at the dens and relaxing.

Dream has always seen Punz as pretty calm and collected, with the occasional burst of energy and goofy moods when he’s around dragons he’s comfortable around. He often carries a serious face on assignments, often quiet in concentration. But all that is thrown into disarray now that they’re bonded and Dream can literally smell Punz’s moods.

They’re constantly shifting, even when Punz outwardly remains calm his emotions dips, spikes, and ebb out as if his thoughts are racing. He will get little bursts of them, excitement, anger, frustration, that Dream can’t at all see on his face. There’s also an underlying current of anxiety that Dream would have never guessed was ever there. It turns his honey scent bland and slightly sour, most obvious before they curl up to sleep during the nights, or during their social interactions with the bandit flight.

Dream is absolutely fascinated by this, by the little pieces of Punz he wasn’t aware of until now. It distracts him as he often takes more interest in Punz’s shifting scents and what they mean, rather than their actual mission. He hurries all their plans along faster than he usually would, almost messing up their heist of the magic item, simply to get it all over with so they can go back home where he can pick Punz apart to his heart's content.

While it does take a while for Punz to be able to smell Dream, he’s equally curious about the younger dragon when he’s able to. Dream is always wears his mask and his scent quickly becomes a replacement for the face Punz can't see. He finds himself acting slightly differently around Dream when they’re back home, just to get his reactions and decipher his scents. Dream quickly catch on to this and plays along.

It almost becomes a game between them, pushing and pulling on each other’s emotions as they learn to read each other and discover new traits and mannerisms they weren’t aware of before. They move from wingmates to talonmates pretty quickly as their curiosity and fascination with each other naturally leads them to further explore their relationship.

They both have an understanding that they want to see the other’s true identity, to see each other’s rawest and most open emotions. They don’t hold back from each other and they don’t judge one another, resulting in them often spending time and talking about things they might normally stay quiet about around their flightmates. They know things about each other that no one else does and trust each other completely.

They know each other so well infect, that eventually they learn to completely communicate without words, a silent look and a shift in scent being more than enough for them to read and understand each other. They share a lot of strong bonds with other dragons in and outside the flight, but the bond between them is undoubtedly one of the strongest.

#drunz #c!punz #c!dream #staged duo #stagedduo #dtk+ dragon au #dsmp shipping #pom talks #Sapnap and George absolutely hates the silent communication btw #Punz and Dream will share a few looks and the carry on with whatever and George and Sap will be incredibly offended at not being included #Sam is usually cool with it and likes to tease em about it but will at times get jealous with both of them which makes him whiny and clingy #Foolish and Karl like to make a game out of it and guess what's going on #which will at times actually make Punz and Dream tell em because their guesses are ridiculously inaccurate

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thedruidsforest · 1 year

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I'm on the home-buying journey now (I'm going to another showing this afternoon) and to be honest, the thing that makes me absolutely the MOST excited about living in a house (instead of my apartment) and gives me butterflies when I think of it is being able to GARDEN

No more crappy patio container gardens that produce nothing...I'm talking full permaculture plots, hand-laden rock pathways, at least 3 fruit trees, digging a little frog pond, going out to the backyard to pick vegetables for dinner.....

Please, it's all I want, and it's so close

#personal #I KNOW i know the market sucks but it's getting better slowly #my apartment rent is absolutely ridiculous and for what #BUT this house i'm seeing today is the one i've been dreaming of #it's small and cute and quaint and HAS A GREAT SIZED YARD for my gardens

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solpng · 7 months

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gm all you beautiful wonderful ppl in my phone

#last night i slept for the longest i have(a full 6 hrs) since my surgery!!#in addition to that last night was also the first time that i haven't had a nightmare since then as well 🙏🏻#the dream was so vivid too #it was basically me going just absolutely bananas at a buffet that only severed cheeseburgers lmao ridiculous i kno but it was soo good 😭#no pain or anything either i was living life to the fullest in that dream moment #woke up hungry af too #which is also great bc i've barely been able to eat or stomach anything for days 💀#i'm so happy i could cry fr y'all

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hanakihan · 9 months

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In Absolute Being AU it’s interesting how Jinwoo and Jinchul’s progression differs

Jinwoo was gradually growing into his strength having time and space to figure it all out and practice even having literal guiding material with him all the time

Jinchul in this case is completely opposite: he wasn’t growing into his strength, it just hit him like a truck at critical moment, he has no one to guide him through his own ‘can’ and ‘cannot’, he has no guide and no idea what to do with it all

Ashborn’s strength allowed Jinwoo to bloom and take roots, while Absolute Being’s, while creational in it’s core, literally hurts Jinchul.

Jinchul’s health started to become worse even more than usual, some S rankers can feel that something is wrong with his mana, it’s in state of chaos and unrest as opposed to usually calm and stoic one. And then one day nothing seemingly is wrong until Gunhee notices that Jinchul is having a strong nosebleed, Jinchul just touches his leaking blood like ‘oh’ and then he just half coughs half chokes half spits splutter of blood and it’s an absolute mess.

Jinchul’s mana pretty much slowly tears and eats him from inside because human body isn’t supposed to host literal god in it. And since AB’s unlimited pools of mana slowly absorb Jinchul’s, it’s ain’t helping either, and Jinchul himself just can’t take this wild force under his control without outside assistance but from where?

Ashborn is helpful beyond any reason, Jinwoo is gradually becoming more panicking but old man is here on back of his consciousness giving instructions and explanations. Jinwoo felt his shadows that he assigned to Jicnhul being unrest and panicking and he instantly teleports here only to see Gunhee trying to keep Jinchul standing and leaning forward so he won’t choke on his own blood he just keeps coughing out. There’s so much of it, Gunhee’s hands and chest is covered in it, there’s small pool of it on floor, and then Jinchul lifts his head greeting Jinwoo with ‘Ah, good day, hunter Sung’ with hoarse bubbling voice and Jinwoo wants to yell (Ashborn later notes that he did yell extremely loudly inside) because Junchul’s lower half of face is completely smeared in blood, his suit has so much of it that it seems even darker. Man is extremely pale and barely focusing his eyes on Jinwoo’s face and Jinwoo can see how prominent shadows on Jinchul’s face are.

Jinwoo just grabbing Jinchul’s face no questions asked and starts to tune this wild strength in man while making sure that Jinchul coughs out all the blood from lungs. And then Jinchul’s breathing evens, all three stand here still on adrenaline and Jinchul just tiredly closes his eyes for a minute only to fall asleep, Jinwoo and Gunhee silently agree that today Jinchul is having a day off.

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #absolute being AU #gunhee is a worried dad #god imagine seeing your son having a massive nosebleed and then choking on bloody mess #gunhee panicked and I can’t blame him #jinwoo brainstorming how he can help jinchul with his inheritance only to feel his shadows panicking #the ones he assigned to jinchul #ashborn was the only one calm in this situation (no he wasn’t)#jinchul gonna have a TALK with Absolute Being in his dream space #jinchul being ridiculously calm in this situation and jinwoo wants to slap him #jinwoo: I have no idea what I’m doing but it works so

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