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“The Sun Caught in her Raven Hair”
Note - My first request!! Thank you @fellowhonesttwst, I really enjoyed writing this! If anyone else has request please read my rules and send them to my ask box!
Prompt: Rollo has been eyeing you since your arrival, seeing you as the diamond amongst coals. At the Ball, he corners you into a dance, but your BF is not going to let this slide...
Pairing: F!reader x Leona, Floyd, and Vil (Separate)
Warnings: Possessive behavior, suggestive, manipulation and obsessive (Rollo); established relationship, romantic, swearing (Leona and Floyd's parts); violence (Floyd)
Notes: This is part of my Glorious Masquerade series! So if you want to read the other parts of this series staring different characters click the links below:
“She Blazes Me Beyond All Control” - Azul, Idia, and Mallues
“I Feel her, I See Her” - Riddle, Deuce, Ruggie, and Jamil
“Her Smoldering Eyes Still Scorch My Soul” - Rook, Epel, Silver, and Sebek
“Heaven’s Light” - Rollo
Prologue
"Who might you be miss?"
Y/n gave a kind smile and nodded her head in greeting "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you," she stayed next to Trein as she was there as his assistant.
"Yuu is our magicless perfect of Ramshackle. She will be working as my assistant throughout the trip," Trein added.
She felt Rollo's eyes scan her and, unlike his greetings to the rest, he held out a hand. Being polite, she offered her hand as well, and he lifted it to his lips, grazing her knuckles quickly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, y/n. I understand it must be difficult, being surrounded by mages every second of the day. I hope you get a chance to relax this trip."
Y/n blushed at the motion and bit her lower lip. All the while, she could feel her boyfriend glaring daggers at her and Rollo.
"I-I'll do my best..." Y/n replied.
Throughout the entire trip, Rollo seemed to gravitate towards y/n and used every excuse to isolate her from the group. They chatted about her difficulties at NRC and of the festival. Due to her being Trein's assistant and the constant reminders to behave, she and her boyfriend had little time together.
This all accumulated at the Masquerade. Rollo had given Y/n a proper dress for the occasion instead of the attire his counsel had chosen. The (color) fabric decadently adorned her figure and stunned the NRC boys with her beauty. But before her boyfriend could ask for a dance, Rollo stole y/n away. He whisked her to the dance floor, and they started chatting.
At this point, Y/N's boyfriend has had enough of the student council president, but what sends him over the edge is when he takes you to the balcony and dares suggest the worst:
"Y/n, stay here with me." Y/n turned quickly on her heels to look at Rollo in shock and confusion, "Those fools at NRC do not deserve your purity. You belong here. with me." He has her pinned against the balcony, "This is your sanctuary."
Y/n pushed Rollo away slightly and spoke up, "Thank you for the offer, but I have no intention of leaving NRC. It is difficult at times but I wouldn't have it any other way. Now if you excuse me, I want to go back to the ball."
Rollo grabbed y/n's wrist and pulled her against him. "It's because of him, isn't it? He has bewitched you!" He pinned her between the balcony wall and him. "Those fiends have enchanted you, but I will free you from those chains and show you salvation! No matter the cost!"
Leona Kingscholar
“Get your filthy mitts off her.” Leona growled.
Rollo turned from his cornered prey to the hungry beast. Leona was already pissed that he had to attend the ball in princely clothes, but the sight of his herbivore pinned by a knock-off, overly righteous Riddle made his mood darken even more. With a few lazy strides, Leona was now cornering Rollo. He pulled his herbivore out from under the bastard. Once she was safe behind him. Leona leaned in close to the righteous ass.
"You listen close, 'cause I'm only going to say this once." He snarled. He could smell the fear on Rollo as he physically overpowered the man. "When she says no. You listen. You don't. You deal with me."
Leona leaned back and offered Rollo an exit. "Scram. While I'm feelings nice."
Rollo did not hesitate to leave, straightening up his clothes as he did. And he did not dare look back.
Once Rollo vacated the premise, Leona turned to the perfect and enveloped her in his warm arms. He was a beacon of warmth in the bitter night wind.
Leona didn't say anything, the way his arms gently enveloped y/n close to his body, as close as two bodies could be, and the relief in his shoulders spoke for him. He was so scared that she would say yes. That something would happen. That she would be hurt. All those fears released into the hug.
Y/n also releases all her anxieties into the hug. The fear of Rollo doing something to her to keep her there. The fear no one would get to her in time. All the what ifs... but Leona washes away all the what it's with an embrace. She was safe.
After a moment, Leona leaned back and caressed y/n's soft cheek, "What am I gonna do with ya Herbivore?"
Y/n shook her head and replied, "Such eloquent words from a handsome prince."
Leona chuckled and stepped back, "Don't remind me... but if I'm a prince, I guess that makes you my princess?"
Y/n nodded and said, "Guess so.."
Leona looked back to the ball and heard the others calling their names, "Well then, Will the Princess Dance with her Handsome Prince?" He offered his arm to the y/n with the suggestion of grins.
Y/n nodded and laced her arms in his, "Of course, your highness."
Floyd Leech
“Ya really wanna die. don’t ya Hammerhead.”
Floyd loomed over Rollo. Neither knew how he got there without notice, but both Rollo and y/n nearly pissed themselves at his appearance.
Floyd grabbed Rollo by the collar of his uniform and pushed him against the balcony. Face out, looking over the railing at the concrete road underneath. Floyd held onto Rollo's collar with a death grip as he pushed him against the edge.
"LEECH! WHAT IN THE SEVENS NAME ARE YOU DOING!?" Rollo yelled in fear as he looked down death.
"FOLYD!" Y/n called and tried to snap him out of this.
"You’ve been leerin’ at her all week. You’ve been taken away my shrimps time. Ya hog her durn’ the dance. Then ya try ‘n take her from me. Permanently." Floyd was seeing red. He forced Rollo against the balcony and could push him over at any minute, “What’s worse. Ya hurt her. No. One. Hurts. MY. Shrimpy.”
Rollo was sweating. Floyd was mad. And Y/n was trying to snap him out of it. “Floyd! He didn’t hurt me! I’m Okay! I promise! He won’t steal you from me, no one can!”
Floyd looked over at y/n at this. He saw the look in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. They were full of worry, but unwavering. “Please let him go. If you push him over then we will be separated. You did what you needed to, I’m safe, I’m here, and I’m with you. Please let him go and we can go dance together, please…”
Floyd looked back and forth between y/n and Rollo. The adrenaline subsided and he stepped back, letting Rollo go. Once release, Rollo took a few deep breaths and clutched his chest. Shrimpy ran into Floyd’s arms and the two embraced. He gave her a big squeeze and held her close. She was okay.
“You-“ Rollo caught his breath, “You’re going to pay for that. I will have you expelled from Night Raven and destroy you and everyone at NRC-“
“I would beg to differ,” From the door, the smooth voice of Azul broke the building tension, “Before we do anything rash, I think we need to chat.”
At Azul’s side was Jade with his unnerving smile looking Rollo up and down like a tuna. Azul walked to Rollo and nodded to Floyd and y/n, “They band is play lovely music, you two enjoy the ball, dance, we will be down in a minute.” Underneath the business smile, Azul was fuming, “we will talk later.”
Understanding the message, Floyd looked down at his Shrimpy and picked her up princess style, “Let’s go shrimpy, this is boring.”
Y/n nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. As they walked out of the balcony, Jade closed the door behind them with a menacing grin, “Have fun~”
Y/n didn’t want to think of what was happening outside, she didn’t want to think of Rollo. His words haunted her mind, “…you belong here, with me. This is your sanctuary.” Floyd did not go to the ballroom, instead he found an alcove and sat down with y/n in his lap. He took her arms off his neck n’s inspected her wrist with such delicacy. There were slight purple marks where Rollo held her.
He brushed his thumb over the marks and brought them to his lips, kissing the bruise softly. Dispute his rough exterior, Floyd was incredibly gentle when it came to those he loves. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”
Y/n shook her head and leaned against his large chest, “…thank you…” she said softly, “I have no clue what would’ve happened if you didn’t intervene.”
Floyd held shrimpy closer and looked thoughtful for a moment, “I wasn’t going to kill him… just scare him…”
“I know,” She replied and curled closer.
“I was just…” he couldn’t find the word to describe what he was feeling, what he felt when he saw Rollo so close to her, when he made her the offer, when he pinned her. It was a mixture of rage and terror that he couldn’t contain. Then he saw y/n look at him with those pleading eyes and realized she felt the same.
“You wanted to protect me,” she said and kissed his cheek, “you where my knight in shinning armor, and saved me from the wicked student counsel president.”
Floyd smiled and leaned his head against her’s “I guess I am…” then he chuckled and smiled, “Guess that makes you Lady Shrimpy~”
Y/n giggled as well, “Guess so,”
For a quiet moment, the two cuddled. Enjoying the others embrace. Then the orchestra played a familiar tune and the couple looked at each other with the same idea. Floyd stood up and gently put shrimpy on the ground. He then bowed dramatically and held out a hand, mirroring a storybook painting.
“Lady Shrimpy, may I have I have this dance?”
Vil Schoenheit
Vil had seen this scene a million times on stage, screen, and page. The monologue was almost word for word one of his own; and Vil hates nothing more than a thief.
Vil clapped and grabbed the villain and princess’ attention. He walked forward in his purple and maroon masquerade garb. His mask in place made him look like a classic movie hero like Zorro, Dread Pirate Robert, or the Musketeers of old. “How clique, the high-rank Nobel, in a delusion of lust, corner’s the damsel and forces himself on to her, making her choose between him or another preverbal prison.”
Vil was a few mere steps from Rollo, and with the aid of his heels, loomed over Rollo with head held high, “I guess that makes me the masked, debonair hero. Stopping the villain just in time for the final duel.” He draped his magic pen and held it like a sword ready to parre, “Now, shall we duel or discuss this like civil beings?”
Rollo release y/n from his grip and held his hands up in defeat, “There is no need for the hostility, I am a civil man.”
Once release, the perfect slid away from her captor and rushed to Vil’s side. Once there, Vil placed an arm around her waist and held her close. To outsider’s the couple looked like a movie poster. He sheathed his magic pen and turned to look at his dearest. He caressed her cheek and quickly checked her for injury. Other than a small bruise around her wrist, she seemed fine. He looked back at Roll and glared at the incompetent villain who dare thought he could steal his beloved.
“A civil man would not threaten a lady in such a manner. He would also have the common sense not to go after a taken women, or maybe that was not clear enough.” Vil retorted, “Perhaps I need to make a more gallent effort in displaying my affection.”
Suddenly, Vil spun y/n into a deep dip and kissed her passionately in front of Rollo. He spun her up again and held her close, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “There, that should do it~”
The perfect was out of breath from the sudden, deep, passionate kiss. Rollo curled his lip in disgust. He took out his handkerchief and held it against his mouth. “No need. I get the message.” He started to walk back to the main doors, “I’ll take my leave. Y/n if you change your mind, Nobel Bell’s doors are always open to you.” He smiled at y/n one last time before leaving as if nothing had transpired.
Once Rollo left, Vil loosened his grip and run his thumb underneath y/n’s lip. “Are you alright?”
Y/n nodded and smiled, “Thank you, I know you’re not a fan of public displays of affection but it means a lot.”
“All that matters is your safety.” He said and fished two lipstick out of his pocket. He held her face as he fixed the smudging on his dearest lips, “Besides, it was nice to play the hero for once.”
After he finished, he admired his work and her lips as she said, “You will always be a hero in my eyes.”
He smiled and kissed his dearest again, softly this time. “and you will always be my dearest princess,” he said, his voice full of earnest.
The music inside swelled and an idea brewed in Vil’s mind. In the same manner as classic bandit heroes, Vil flourished his cape, kneeled before y/n, grasped her hand and asked, “My Lady, will you be my princess for this night?”
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Could I request a Principal Larissa Weems or Lesso? with 52,54,59? Maybe with her assistant? Maybe with some smut🫣. I was thinking that they would be cold to the reader bc they like them and then the reader says something like why do you hate me and then it leads from there.. but do what you feel most comfortable with!!! ( Also I love your writings they are so good and you are so talented<3)
Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)
Summary— Sub!Larissa fic where Reader is Larissa’s assistant at Nevermore and they don’t really get along because Larissa is just cold to Reader all the time. But when Reader confronts Larissa, Reader finds that the tall blonde principal is a desperate sub who just wants to be a good girl for her mami… Anon Response— Hello anon!! You can absolutely request this! I would love to write this for you. I admit, I got a little carried away… Enjoy♥️
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Requests & Prompt-List
#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”
#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”
#59. “You… find this attractive?”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little fluff, eating out (oral sex), fingering, age gap (all legal), clit stimulation, grinding, humping, squirting, voice kink, sexy Spanish— I am not fluent so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, mami(mommy) kink, desperation, teasing, praising, light begging, light taunting, implied light overstimulation, implied Morissa, Morticia Addams, comforting, physical comforting, implied future smut, etc.
Enjoy (;
You walked into Ms. Weems’ office before the sun had even come up, handing over the paperwork that she had sent you home with last night. Being Ms. Weems’ assistant was your dream job. But it was not easy. The tall, blonde principal had high standards for herself and everyone else, especially her assistant.
After her near death experience, Morticia had convinced Larissa to hire an assistant, because according to the raven haired goddess, “You cannot carry the weight of the world, neigh Nevermore, on your shoulders alone, Mon Chérie…” Morticia had cooed late one summer night into the blonde’s exposed ear.
So, Larissa had began looking and interviewing two weeks before the new school year started. She had put out the news that she was interested in hiring an assistant, and soon the woman had resumes to look through. It had been almost two weeks and Larissa hadn’t found anyone suitable, when you had walked through the door of her office.
Larissa took an immediate liking to you. You were intelligent, organized, well-dressed and well mannered. After a mere twenty minutes, the tall blonde was offering you the job. You had eagerly accepted and moved into Nevermore at once. And the new school year started with a quick bang. And just as quickly, your work began.
“Here is your schedule for the week and those quarterly reports for this semester that you requested, Ms. Weems.” You spoke in a professional and formal manner, as always and as expected, as you handed the blonde principal the files.
Larissa looked up from her computer, reaching out and taking the files.
“Thank you, Miss L/N.” Larissa hummed, then standing up and going over to her cabinets of files, “One thing before you leave…”
You knew that Principal Weems was on first names basis’ with most of the staff, as far as the tall principal using pet names for some of your colleagues. The fact that after over nine weeks of working for this woman that she never wavered from Miss L/N, and she always expected Ms. Weems or Principal Weems made you sad. You knew it shouldn’t, she was your boss after all. But it did.
“Yes?” You asked, raising your head in her direction as she moved across the room.
Larissa paused to look through the many files, before pulling one out and coming back around her desk and up to you. She handed you the file, looking at you expectantly.
“Parent Teacher Conferenecs are coming up throughout the week, I need these typed up and reviewed before the end of today.” Larissa instructed you in her professionally cold tone, the tone that she only used for formal principal meeting, events and for you.
You nodded, taking the file, and looking away to blush at the intense eye contact.
“Yes Ms. Weems…” you spoke out, “Is there anything else…?”
Larissa went back to sit at her desk chair, then looking back at you with a stoic face.
“That will be all, Miss Y/N.” The blonde principal calmly stated, “You are excused until my first parent teacher conference, where I will be expecting you to take notes.”
You nodded and murmured, “Yes ma’am…”, before shuffling out of her office and going back to sit back in your tiny assistant area, designated to you by Ms. Weems.
You sat down with a deep sigh, Larissa’s tone internally eating away at you. You hated how cold she always was… You didn’t think you’d ever down anything to her. But you must have. Because the warm, caring, tall Principal that you saw interacting with students and her staff was a shallow, cold bitch to you when you were alone.
For the rest of the day, you made sure to attend all of the woman’s meetings, taking diligent notes and remaining silent, as she would glare at you if you said a word. By the end of the day, you were tired and still had some of the papers for the conferences to finish. You worked until you had completed all of the work Ms. Weems had given you. You walked into Ms. Weems’ office, it was way past time for you to be off for the day, but alas.
“Ms. Weems?” You called, knocking and then opening the door, only to enter when she permitted you.
“Come in…” Larissa hummed, not even taking the moment to meet your gaze in curteous recognition.
You closed the door behind you, before taking a deep breath.
“Here are the conference files you asked me to fill out, along with my notes from today’s meetings…” You spoke, waking up to her desk and handing over the files.
Larissa continued working.
“Leave them here, Miss L/N…” the woman coolly spoke out, “You are excused for tonight. I will see you early tomorrow.”
A wave of frustration came over you, as you left the papers and turned to leave. You felt your eyes begin to water, as her hurtful treatment seemed to finally hit a nerve. Something about today, and maybe all the other times, made you turn swiftly on your heel, back towards the woman.
“Ms. Weems…?” You choked out, your voice faltering.
The woman hummed lightly, letting you know that she heard you, but not giving you the time of day for any eye contact or actual words.
“I…” you walked back to her desk, “Why do you hate me…? Have I… done something…? Is… my work not up to your standard…?” You stammered, your voice breaking throughout your sentences.
At your words, Larissa stopped typing on her computer. She then very slowly raised her head and her intense gaze finally met yours. She then closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose with a deep sigh.
“No Darling, your work is impeccable…” Larissa sighed.
The petname sent warm shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. And at hearing her compliment, a faint blush immediately began to creep up around your cheeks. You were able to take a little sigh of relief at her words, but an underlying pit in your stomache still tugged at you nonetheless.
“Oh—Ok. Then… why do you treat me like…” you stammered, struggling on how to express your feelings without offending your boss.
“Cold? Abrasive? Harsh?” Larissa scoffed at herself, finishing your thought far more direct than you would have ever admitted to.
Your blush deepened and you nodded slowly.
“Yes” you softly stated.
“Because…” Larissa sighed, clasping her hands together and biting her lip before continuing, “I don’t hate you, Darling… Far from it.”
You knew you could hear Larissa’s words, but they didn’t seem to register, as your face was still plastered with confusion and broken spirit.
Larissa’s expression slowly softened at the sight of yours. She then proceeded to stand up, coming over to the other side of her desk, the one closest to you. She indicated for you to sit on the couch by the fire. As she walked to the burning fireplace next to the couch, you scurried to take a seat, then looking up at the woman, whose face was now a myriad of emotions.
“Y/N… You…” Larissa began softly and with the most vulnerable tone you’d ever heard from the formal woman, “You are the most marvelous woman—person, that I’ve ever encountered…”
She paused to take another deep sigh before continuing, “You are brilliant at your job, I have never had anyone do their job as well as you do yours, the passion and effort you put into your work is unmatched. From the very first time I met you, I knew there was something about you. Your personality, your heart is so warm and you are so caring…”
Your eyes widened the more the woman confessed, and your lips parted slightly in shock. You wondered if this was a dream… Where you hearing the woman correctly…?
But when Larissa leaned forward and grasped your hands in hers, you knew this was no dream. Her sapphire gaze bore into yours intensely, and her eyes radiated truth. You gasped lightly at the touch, and found yourself immediately yearning for more. But her gaze and face then turned sad. And in the at moment, you would have some anything to make the tall blonde smile.
“I… I apologize for the way I treated you… I thought… I thought that if I kept you at a distance that I wouldn’t get hurt… But I see now that my actions, while protecting me, ended up hurting you… and that was never my intention, Darling. For that I am truly sorry…”
She squeezed your hands reassuringly, as her remorseful gaze met yours. The realization of the woman’s words started to creep into your mind. A rogue tear managed to slip past your watch, rolling down your cheek. Larissa’s heart nearly broke them and there, having to watch you process your past few months of agony.
“Protect yourself from what…?” You whispered, as you met her gaze once more.
At your question, Larissa looked away and a light rosy blush flushed her cheeks. She sighed once more and then began to chuckle lightly at herself.
“Protect myself from my feelings…” Larissa admitted, biting her lip anxiously, “And now that I think about it, it seems so absurd.”
These words were the final piece of the puzzle that you had spent months searching for. Suddenly, all the pieces came into place, it all made sense. And a wave of calm seemed to flow over you.
Without thought, instinct had you raise your hand and cup the woman’s flushed cheek. Her head immediately swiveled back toward you, her eyes widened at your bold move. But she didn’t pull away, quite the opposite in fact, you found that the woman only leaned into your touch, closing her eyes and letting out a hum in contentment.
“Larissa Weems, are you saying that you like me?” You softly asked, with a little smile and a light twinkle in your eyes.
The woman’s eyes fluttered open and at first, her face was panicked, but once she saw the calm expression on your face, she seemed to relax a little.
“I… I suppose so…” Larissa whispered, her face radiating raw vulnerability.
You smiled even brighter, caressing the woman’s cheek with one hand, as her hands held your other one. The tall blonde then fell gracefully to her knees, now sitting right in between your legs and right up against your couch. And she looked up at you, searching for some, any direction.
“I like you too…” you whispered back.
Larissa entire body seemed to be needing to hear those words, because as soon as they left your mouth, a weight was lifted from the blonde’s soul. And before you knew it, the woman was curling up in your lap. Your jaw threatened to drop, but you restrained yourself. Never in your life had you expected the cold, formal Principal Weems to be in your lap and purring like a content cat.
You gently reached out to her, running your fingers along her tight back hair. She raised her head into your hand with another hum, encouraging you. So you began to take out the pins of the woman’s hair, one by one, until her curls were falling onto your lap and you could run your fingers through her hair freely. The entire time, Larissa was snuggled up in your lap, purring in delight.
You chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like if someone walked in… but that thought quickly slipped away, as the ambience of the moment took over your mind. The fireplace crackling and giving a soft glow to the room, seemed to make it all feel more intimate. Not to mention Larissa being literally in your lap, also made it far more intimate..
Time passed naturally, as the woman continued to purr in your lap and you continued to run fingers through her hair, eventually moving to massage her tense shoulders. The blonde let out little whimpers and groans every now and then, which you found to be utterly adorable.
Larissa began adjusting her position for you, so that you could scratch and massage all the itches and tensions littered around her stressed out body. The woman ended up straddling your lap, her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you massaged a particular knot from her upper spine.
She let out a groan as you kneeded the knot out of her tense muscle, inadvertently bucking her hips into your lap and releasing a particularly breathy whimper along with it. Larissa’s mouth opened and her eyes widened in light shock at her overtly sexual actions.
Your eyes sparkled at the shift in tone of the scene, your hands traveling to the woman’s hips, starting to guide her hips to lightly grind against your form beneath her. Larissa’s hands shot to your shoulders as she arched her back and rolled her head back with another groan, this one most definitely sexual. Her eyes fluttered shut as you helped her get off against your frame.
“That’s it… Let me help you relax, Ms. Weems…” you cooed lovingly, eagerly drinking in the other woman’s frame.
“L-Larissa please Darling…” Larissa insisted with another breathy groan, as she continued to grind down against your lap.
You chuckled lightly and nodded.
“Alright Larissa…” you teased her name on your tongue, making the woman melt into a puddle in your lap.
You slowly shifted her frame onto one of your thighs, so that she could grind her core against your tensed thigh more effectively. The blonde was quick to catch on, letting her dress rile up her thighs as she began to put her grinding weight against your tensed muscles.
Larissa let out a mutter of expletives, words that you never would have thought to come out of such a proper woman’s lips. But it felt so right in the moment as the blonde was holding onto you for dear life, as she rutted against your thigh. You could feel the warmth of her pussy on your thigh, as you tightly held her hips and guided her further towards her impending climax.
Breathy whimpers and groans spewed from Larissa’s lips, her eyes were screwed shut tight, all of her previous inhibitions lost, as she unabashedly got herself closer and closer to her high. When she was teetering on the edge, you gripped her hips tighter, keeping her sloppy grinding in a rhythm and your lips snuck to the shell of her ear.
“Cum for me, Larissa… Te ves tan hermosa así… Let go, let it all out.”[You look so beautiful like that…] You purred into the blonde’s ear.
It only took a couple more grinding motions before the woman was coming undone on top of you. Letting out a strangled moan, she rode her high as best as she could before collapsing on top of your chest with heavy panting.
“Eres una chica muy buena, Larissa…”[You’re such a good girl, Larissa…] you praised the blonde.
Larissa couldn’t help but blush, she could recognize praise, even when it wasn’t in English. You let her gather her self in your lap, and the minutes past in comfortable silence. Eventually, Larissa stirred, sitting up once more and meeting your gaze.
“You’re sexy when you speak Spanish…” she breathed out, before her eyes went wide and she instantly began to correct her statement, “What I meant…! You’re always sexy— no I…!”
You hushed Larissa by leaning into her and connecting your lips swiftly with hers. Larissa immediately leaned in, impossibly close to you, her hands coming to cup your cheeks, pulling you even closer. You hummed into the passionate kiss, which seemed to be reigniting Larissa’s lust once more. Not to mention your own…
“You… find this, my Spanish… attractive?” You breathlessly whispered into her lips.
Larissa eagerly nodded before smashing her lips back into yours, and you practically purred in delight. Your lips and teeth began to clash together as hour respective hungers grew. Larissa happily allowed you to slip your tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. Pretty soon, the woman was encouraging you to pick her up, which you eagerly did, carrying her to her attached private quarters.
“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor. Quiero mostrarte lo guapa que eres...”[You are so beautiful, my love. I want to show you just how gorgeous you are…] you whispered against her hungry lips, as you devoured one another.
Larissa bucked her hips against your frame and spewed a string of breathy whimpers as a result of your Spanish. You placed Larissa on the center of the bed as your mouth began to wander past the woman’s lips and towards her neck and shoulders… Larissa gasped as you sucked on her pressure point, her hands scrambling to pull you even closer, tugging you onto the bed with her.
Soon, hands were flying to zippers and buttons, as the two of you practically tore each other’s clothes off in the heat and passion of the moment. The blonde’s dress pooled at her feet as you unbuttoned your pants, both being thrown aside, along with your shirt. Your nimble fingers unclipped both her bra and your own, both of which were also tossed aside.
Now left in nothing but your knickers, you guided the woman to lay back on the bed, propping herself up by her elbows. You crawled on top of Larissa, perching yourself to straddle her stomache before connecting your lips together once more. The blonde let out a whimper into your lips, as her hands dropped her fully on the bed and shot to your exposed skin, wandering and feeling their way down your body. Her fingers stopped and paid special attention to your sensitive buds.
“Dios mío, vas a ser mi muerte...”[My God, you’re going to be the death of me…] you breathed out into her lips, her teasing causing you to buck your hips against the blonde’s form.
Another whimper erupted from Larissa’s throat in response, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips once more time against her plump red ones, a mere ghost of a kiss, before starting to slowly run down her body, paying special attention to each bit of exposed skin that the woman had to offer. Larissa’s one hand shifted to your head, eagerly attempting to push you further down, down to where she needed you most. Her other hand wandered up to her own nipple, teasing and tugging to deepen her own pleasure. When you showed no signs of speeding up your worshiping of the woman’s body, Larissa began to beg,
“Darling P-please… I need you… need you so bad… need it… give it to me—” Larissa chocked out in a mewl.
Your mouth was attached to her left nipple as she spoke, arching her back into your touch. You let go of her tit with a pop!, and then smiled before shimmying your body further down her frame. Lowering your face down to her clothed, needy cunt, you licked a stripe along her underwear, right above her core. Larissa’s knees buckled and her hips jerked upwards, towards your face.
“¿Es esto lo que quieres? Te ves tan bien, cariño…”[Is this what you want? You look so good, my darling] you purred, fanning your hot breath onto her quivering pussy.
You were quick to hold her shaking thighs down, so that she didn’t accidentally suffocate or hit you from her impending intense pleasure. Larissa struggled a little against your firm hold, but as your grip tightened on her thighs, she quickly became even more desperate in her pleading.
“Christ Y/N Please!! Stop teasing and just… just fuck mami please!” Larissa cried out, desperately bucking her hips to encourage any kind of friction with the throbbing heat.
Her face flushed and all her motions came to a halt at the name just uttered from her lips, and the blonde began to stamer.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… Darling it, slipped out…? I—”
With a chuckle, you hooked your fingers along the waistband of her knickers. Tapping her hips, the woman couldn’t meet your gaze from the embarrassment but nonetheless she instinctually raised her hips and thighs for you. You then pulled off her last garment, throwing it into the abyss. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of Larissa’s glistening cunt. You looked up and met the blonde’s goddess figure and then her lustful, hooded gaze. She nodded in desperation, encouraging you to take her.
With one final teasing, hot breath to the woman’s cunt, you finally gave in and began lapping your tongue through her folds. Her back arched deliciously into your hot touch, her fingers curling in your hair and into the bed sheet. As your tongue flicked her clit, the woman’s head lolled back and her eyes fluttered shut, completely forgetting her verbal slip up for the moment.
“Oh yessss… Yes yes yes…!” She chanted, her mind swimming in overwhelming pleasure.
You swiftly pulled away however, making Larissa’s head shoot up and give you the most needy pout and whimper.
“You can call me Mami if you want too…” you purred wickedly, before swirling two fingers in her wetness and then sliding the digits into her core.
Larissa let out an unbridled groan, her fingers digging into your scalp as her walls fluttered around your fingers. You fucked the woman at a decent pace, pumping and curling your fingers inside her core, paying close attention to what motions made her toes curl especially. Her eyes fluttered closed. Larissa was huffing and whimpering more and more, and soon the sounds turned into full on moans.
“Eyes on me, hermosa…” you lustfully purred, drawing the blondes hooded gaze back to yours.
“Y-yes mami—” Larissa choked out.
Her blown out pupils met your sultry gaze. Her face flushed at the intense eye contact. She held your head in a vice grip as your fingers thrusted inside her expertly and your mouth latched onto her aching clit. Larissa’s back arched desperately in your touch, and one of your hands moved up from her thighs to tease her perked, straining buds.
It didn’t take long for the blonde to be teetering on the edge again…
“Mami mamiiiii…!!” Larissa babbled, shaking her head violently and fighting the urge to screw her eyes shut tight and scream,
“AhgghhhhHhH GOD pleaseeee—!!!” She cried out, her hips thrashing and body spasming.
“Vamos, vamos... Cum for me… lo tienes, mi dulce chica…”[Come on, come on…You’ve got it, my sweet girl…] you purred gently, curling your fingers with huge words to perfectly hit that spongey spot inside the woman’s core.
Larissa’s breath faltered and suddenly her orgasm was washing over her, her juices gushing out of her and onto your fingers as her walls clenched around your fingers. Your tongue eagerly lapped up all the woman’s arousal, practically keening over at her taste. Then with sudden force, the woman’s core squirted all over your fingers and face. You moaned in delight, eagerly taking all that Larissa would give you.
She was so wrapped up in her orgasm, Larissa hadn’t even registered that she had squirted. But even as she came down from her high, the older woman still seemed to be not fully satisfied. She was squirming in pleasure, in need for more, babbling and begging for it…
“Mami mami—por favor, necesito más, necesito más…!!”[Mommy mommy—please, I need more, I need more…] Larissa pleaded with a desperate cry, her hips bucking against your face is desperation.
You nearly moaned into the woman’s cunt at her pleading, her tone, her words, her voice… You couldn’t deny the fact that even broken Spanish sounded sexy on her tongue… It made you shiver with anticipation. With one last lick to her cunt to rock her back from her orgasm, you pulled out of her cunt. Larissa immediately whimpered at the loss of feeling.
“Vale, vale, te escucho, dulce chica… Tell me what you want, bueno chica… Use your words for me…”[Ok ok, I hear you, sweet girl… good girl…] you cooed.
The following sweet babbles that flowed out of the submissive blonde’s mouth were like music to your ears. And you were more than happy to grant any request this woman made of you. Hell, with a simple please from her lips, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for that woman…
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I've always noticed you18+
*Authors note~ I loved this prompt and I'm so glad so many of you asked me for a part 2 because I absolutely had this planned as soon as I finished the first part
Trigger warnings~ dom Emily, sub r, daddy kink strap, oral degrading praise overstim
Prompt~ r is a BAU member mainly desk work but occasionally on the field. Garcia is closest with her bc of the fact she's rarely on the field and she sometimes helps Garcia with tech stuff. She's got a massive crush on Emily but Emily doesn't notice her until one day she does. Part 2
*********************Previously***********************
"Em-agent Prentiss, I god im sorry" you squeaked out embarrassment shining through as you realised she'd probably heard you complaining about how your love is unrequited. The moment Emily offered to take you back to the hotel for a drink was the moment Garcia left to go and find Derek giving you a discreet wink. Holy shit you were going back to her hotel room, you had to be dreaming. Right?*****************************************************
The pair of you tumbled into the hotel elevator, hands unable to stop themselves roaming the other. Your lips never leaving the others unless it was for gasps of air. Your hands and lips truly demonstrating the lack of control you both have over your urges. For you this had been pent up for months and now maybe you were thinking it was the same for the raven haired beauty that currently had you pinned to the side of the elevator.
Emily let out a frustrated growl against your lips as the elevator dinged, before leading the way to her hotel room with intent to finish what she was starting. You both stumbled through the door way hardly giving the door a chance to shut before attacking each others lips once more. It didn't take Emily long to slam your back into the nearest wall and trail her lips down your neck. You tilted your head more to give her more access, moaning as she sucked on your pulse point hard enough to leave a conspicuous mark. You'd worry about covering that later but right now you needed her to fuck you until you physically couldn't take anymore. Your hands gripping onto her hips as if they were a lifeline, your squirmed impatiently as her mouth had made its way down to your collarbone nipping and sucking.
"If you want me to fuck you Angel your gonna have to beg me" she purred into your skin. "Oh fuck please Em, please I need you" you whimpered hoping it was enough for her and luckily it was. You quickly found yourself thrown onto the bed with her straddling your hips. "This is what you want isn't it?" She murmured watching as you nodded comically fast. "Such an eager whore for me" she murmured before complete stripping you of your clothing showering your skin with sweet kisses. You tugged at her black dress in an attempt to strip her of it. She chuckled at you and helped you remove it leaving her in a black lace underwear set. Your eyes darkened with lust, could she get anymore fucking perfect? "Emily please!" You whined out not caring about how embarrassed you'd normally feel at being this needy. "Touch me em!" You weren't above begging but that seemed to slip your mind.
"Touch you?" She questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Please" you followed up quickly but she just chuckled at you and got off your hips to dig around in her bag. "Em?" You whispered confused but gasping when you saw what she had retrieved. A vibrator and a very girthy strap on. A pleased whimper rumbled in the back of your throat causing her to look up and see you eyeing her toys. "Whore you seem interested in these, may I?" She murmured coming up to you and kissing you senseless. "Yes daddy" you murmured against her lips a blush now taking up residence on your cheeks. "Daddy? Such a good whore daddy didn't even have to tell you. Good girl" she purred petting your hair a few times before settling back down on the bed and tapping your thigh, "open whore" she demanded and you did so instantly.
Once she had settled between your thighs she made quick work of securing the vibe to your aching bundle of nerves and stole a cheeky swipe of your drenched folds. She made sure to hold eye contact with you as she brought her finger to her mouth and moaned at the taste, "pretty whore you taste so good for daddy" she praised before moving to kiss you allowing you to taste yourself. "Daddy wants to come baby can you do that?" She mumbled against your lips and you nodded eager to please her, she straddled your face and moved the soaked lace aside for you, "go ahead baby make daddy come."
You diligently worked your tongue through her soaked cunt, making sure to pay attention to her clit, when she turned the vibe on, moaning when you sucked more harshly on her clit in surprise. You were good though, trying to focus on her and bringing her to pleasure but every time you got more precise with your licks as she bucked against your face she would turn the vibe up some more. "So good angel, so good for daddy, I'm close my whore make me cum" she demanded. You decided to throw caution to the wind and scrape your teeth over her clit which caused her to topple over the edge into that pool of bliss, soaking your tongue with her cum as you made sure to catch every last drop.
She shakily moved off your face trying to catch her breath before slipping between your thighs. Her fingers trailed through the slickness that laid there while the vibe was on impossibly low. "Such a needy little thing aren't you?" She murmured watching as you attempted to reply only for her to slip 2 of her slender fingers into your aching cunt. You immediately acted on instinct bucking against her hand in desperation. "Daddy please fuck harder. Daddy please" you cried out as you got impossibly close to the edge only for her to rip her hand from your body as though it was burnt. "No no no no please!" You whined at her.
The vibe removed, her mouth sucked your abandoned clit into her her lips and the moans died on your lips. She took pity on you and allowed you to cum this time, and boy did you cum. She lapped up her reward before adorning her strap. "Colour baby?" She murmured before kissing your cheek. "Green" you whispered before stealing a kiss. "Fuck me daddy. Want your cock" your whines seem to be enough to convince her as she settled slipping her fake cock in your desperate cunt. Your walls stretching to accommodate her size as she kissed any skin she could reach. She only moved when you bucked your hips against her trying to get the strap deeper.
You lost count of the amount you had came tonight. Her strap still thrusting into you as you boarded pain and pleasure. "Daddy! Daddy can't. Too much" you whimpered pathetically as she continued to use your overstimulated hole. "Oh no baby. You wanted me to notice you remember? This is me noticing you. Now give me another, cum on daddy's cock. Look at you taking me so well. Such a good whore taking daddy's cock"
It was her words that threw you over that edge once more with a scream of "Daddy!" You'd never been a screamer in sex so clearly this was all down to the talented women still using you like the whore you are for her. Tears stained your cheeks, when had you started crying? "Daddy" you mumbled "no no more please" you whimpered and she complained slipping out of you, tossing the toy away to deal with later. "Angel i need to clean you up. I promise you no more okay?" She murmured before going to get a cloth. You whimpered as she gently cleaned you off before joining you in the bed. "You did so good Angel. So good for daddy. Do you need anything?" She murmured kissing your head or cheek watching as you shook your head no and nuzzled into her. "Fuzzy baby?" She guessed and you nodded. "Okay baby you stay fuzzy daddy is here okay? I've always noticed you darling, your beautiful Angel and I'd very much like to spend forever showing you that." She murmured as you drifted off to sleep curled into her chest.
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Sharp-Dressed
Kinktober Day 12: Formal Wear
Tags: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader, afab!fem!reader, semi-public sex, oral and fingering (r!recieving), agent whiskey being a little shit of course (w/c: 1K)
A/N: If Agent Whiskey is in a suit, I'm gonna jump his bones. Simple as that, okay. I had too much fun writing this because Jack is such a little shit and I love writing for his ol' Southern charm. (For the month I am using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)
You’re supposed to be undercover, inconspicuous. You’re just supposed to go in, protect the asset, de-escalate if things go tits up. You have to blend in with all of these rich corporate schmucks, clad in a floor-length gown Statesman provided you, and pretend that you aren’t loathing every second you spend trying to mingle.
But you never accounted for Agent Whiskey. More specifically, there was no way you could have accounted for the way he looks in that suit, the way he looks without his cowboy hat, with his hair done up like he actually put effort into this.
In all of the time you’ve known him, especially in the time that you’ve been dating him, you’d never seen him so put-together, so powerful. It made you want to take him, right there, mess his hair up and make him moan for you like he always does.
God, you could never have accounted for the way he looked at you when you showed up to the gala, the way his pupils blew wide as he scanned your body, lingering heavily on your tits before meeting your eyes.
You felt his gaze on you for most of the night, and every time you looked back at him, he refused to break eye-contact, casually sipping on his glass of champagne. Whispering confirmations and commands into your earpiece, all business while you aren't thinking about the mission at all, his deep southern drawl making you soak through your panties.
Of course, he takes you by surprise, as he’s been tending to do the entire night. He pulls you into an office, blissfully empty with the party going on just outside, and presses you into a wall sinking to his knees before you can even get a word in. Every thought of the mission flies from your mind as he pulls the front of your dress up, pressing his nose to your clit, inhaling deep, his eyes fluttering shut. You gasp, winding your hand into his perfectly done hair.
“Jack, oh my- fuck,” you whine, trying to keep your voice down as he mouths at your clit through the fabric, tasting the wet spot you’ve definitely soaked through the lace.
“C’mon baby,” he croons, looking up at you from the floor, every bit the cocky cowboy you know and love, even in his fancy suit. “You can’t look this pretty n’ expect me to control myself, now can you?”
“Jack there are- oh my God,” you gasp, throwing your head back against the wall when he pulls your panties down your thighs, letting them pool at your ankles. “Jack, there are people outside, we have a fucking mission, oh-”
“There are other agents out there, darlin,” Jack murmurs. “And unlike me, none of them have a pretty girl like you to call theirs, just beggin’ to have her little cunt eaten.”
And you can only take it as he hitches your thigh over his shoulder, spreading you for him, and licks a long stripe up the seam of your pussy.
He’s fucking ravenous for it, licking at your cunt like he’s found an oasis in the desert, groaning into it. He plunges his tongue deep into your heat, letting his nose dig into your clit. You can’t help but hump your hips down into his face, practically riding it as he kneels on the floor for you.
“Fuck, Jack, oh my fucking- ah!” you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your squeal when he comes up to suck your clit into his mouth, tonguing at it and making you thrash against the wall. You can fucking feel his smile between your legs. You dig your heel into his back in response, and he presses his fingers hard into your thigh at the feeling of it.
He pulls away from your pussy with a feral grin, his mustache and lips shiny with your slick. “C’mon, sugar, you gotta cum for me before they come lookin’ for us. Don’t want Statesman to find out about our little escapades, now do we?”
“This was your idea you little shit-” you start to snarl, before you’re wracked with pleasure again as Jack sucks your clit into his mouth all over again. You feel a finger, no, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, before they sink in to the hilt, pressing into that sweet spot that only he can find so fucking easily. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, breathing in through clenched teeth to keep yourself from screaming.
His fingers fuck up into you at a pace that is fucking obscene, licking desperately at your clit, and it is a goddamn miracle that you don’t bash your head back into the wall as you cum. Your hips hump desperately into his face as you spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his pretty face. His hair is a mess from your desperate hands, and God, when he pulls his mouth away to look at you, you’re sure that he’s never looked more beautiful.
He licks his lips, grinning up at you like the cat that got the cream. “Sweeter than fuckin’ pie, baby,” he coos. He’s lucky you’ve gone boneless against this wall, or else you would have whacked him upside the head.
“We’ve gotta fix you up before you get back out there, Jack,” you mutter, pulling you thigh up off his shoulder and setting it back on the floor, trying to keep yourself upright on your suddenly wobbly legs.
“Sweetheart, if everyone out there knows that I just had the prettiest girl in this whole place cum in my mouth,” he murmurs, “I’m a fuckin’ lucky man.”
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Welp...FF7 Rebirth came out and ummm....I have this ship with an OC called Raven and I put her with Sephiroth...Ravenroth??? Idk
I'm debating on what prompt to do them with but we'll see with the actual story. This may also tie into a painting I did~
(they also have a kid named Mercury, he's a sweetie and I made Sephiroth a sister named Seri...yay) (Mercury is not in this story but Seri is!)
Without further adoooo let's get started.
May I Have This Dance?
Rating/Warning: minimal stuff but also AWWWWW
★★★★★
Ever since I can remember, I've always been by his side. Sephiroth. The Golden Child of SOLDIER. Ever since we were young we'd be teamed up together. He was there when my father died in that freak accident. There i remained in SOLDIER. Even as a First Class rank I didn't care much for the formalities or the perks of being this popular. I always thought myself a medic and only that.
Genesis or Angeal will always tease us as teenagers. Teasing about dating, who would win in a fight, best aim, you name it. As the years passed by, I found myself trying to answer why. It had been years since Genesis and Angeal disappeared and I still hear their voices egging me on. I had things, priorities, to attend to, especially one that was his very sister, Seri.
"Raven!!! What do you mean you're not coming to the company ball?! Everyone will be there!" Seri whined as I checked her vitals on the screen and took some tests.
"I told you Seri, I have my duties to the hospital and you. Sephiroth will have a conniption, you know he doesn't dance anyways" I replied.
"well I'm going with Zack! He invited me in Aerith's place because of her circumstances! She insisted!" She fussed as she crossed her arms.
"Oh are you? Then I guess I have no choice~" I rolled my eyes playfully as I gave her medicine and a change of clothes from her closet and helped her put them on.
"Yay! Dress shopping!!!" Seri squealed. I helped her onto her wheelchair and we walked to the elevator to get to the bottom floor.
We walked along the streets of Midgar to a dress shop nearby. I was never really into girly stuff even as a kid. The only girly thing I wear is earrings bc my face still says masculine. I guess looking more like my father was half of a good thing. I'm glad I developed nicely up top and got ass for days. My dad would try and get me to wear hair berets or make up to make me look more feminine but I was a part of SOLDIER. I couldn't/it would run or snag in the field.
Seri and I walked through all the clothing racks. Seri picked out a few dresses her size. She kept on pointing to other dresses that might look good on me but none were speaking to me. Seri started scanning the whole store. I know those eyes too well, just like her brother's, always on target and ready to pounce. Then she grabbed a dark colored dress and snuck it under her picks, thinking she was sneaky. I only caught a glimpse of the color but not the style. I was worried but not in a scared way.
As we made our way to the changing rooms, she picked out a cute pink dress because she told me Aerith liked pink and wanted to respect her favorite color. Seri really has grown fond of both Zack and Aerith these past few years. I've never seen her this excited unless it was Sephiroth coming home to take her to a fancy dinner and toy shopping. She's 7 years younger than him yet they're both a spitting image of each other. They definitely are siblings.
I remember the day my father showed us her, so small and frail. It was devastating to see her health decline when she reached 10 years. My dad did so much for her, even as he got up in age, he was like a father to her. His death put a toll on all of us, I stayed with Shinra because I had nowhere else to go. That's when I became on call for SOLDIER and mostly full time at the Hospital. I made a promise to my dad and myself.
Seri showed off her dresses and then from underneath she revealed the dress she swiped for me. It was a long sleek slender gown with a slit up the leg that stops at the thigh and has one strap. It was a dark blue with shimmers.
"oh no...that's no me..." I deflected.
"Come on Raven just try it on! You never wear dresses so how can you know?!" Seri pouts and shoved the dress and shoved me into the changing room, "imma go find ya shoes! Be right back!" With those parting words she wheeled herself away and I was alone. In the changing room. With a floor to ceiling mirror...
I placed the dress over me to get a feel then I started to undress from my uniform into this dress. Once it was on I saw myself. My figure helped but I had muscle. Was that sexy? Appealing? I even posed with my leg out the slit.
"Raven! I'm back with shoes!" Seri snapped me out my thoughts and shoved the shoe box under the door. I looked inside. They were black high heels...
"You sure about this Seri?" I called out.
"trust me!!!" Seri giggled.
I gulped and tried on the shoes. I looked at myself again and was amazed. Everything...matched me... Was Seri some kind of fashion genius? Maybe those fashion magazines around the hospital didn't help.
"come on out I wanna seeeeee!!!" Seri whined and scooted her wheelchair back.
I opened the door and revealed myself. The look on Seri's face said it all. She looked like she saw an angel.
"you look...amazing!!!!" She took a picture with her phone. "Sephi will FLIP when he sees you in this dress!!!"
"you think so?" I blushed.
"I know so! And with your silver earrings to match him it'll be perfect!!! Zack is already matching me with a pink tie already. He is not scared of pink!" Seri laughed.
I smiled, "then I'll get this dress. And maybe a necklace for both of us"
I quickly got unchanged and went to go pick out some necklaces. I got matching silver bang necklaces for us. I paid for the shopping spree and we headed on home to the apartment. Only god knows what will happen tonight...
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The ballroom of the venue was packed with higher ups and other important people. I adjusted my dress. My hair and make up fixed up to match my dress. I touched my necklace and took a deep breath and walked into the venue. Seri already left earlier with Sephiroth for the venue. She was adamant Sephiroth doesn't see me get dressed in my pretty gown. My heels clicked along the floor as my presence started to turn heads and unwanted whispers. Why am I so nervous?
Then I saw Seri and Zack talking it up in the SOLDIER section of the venue with our names on the tables on the outside of the dancefloor.
"well look who decided to show up!!" Zack chuckled, "you look pretty good in a dress and is that a clutch?!"
"yes Zack...and you look stunning in that suit. Really brings out your eyes" I teased. Zack's cheeks turned pink. "And your cheeks~"
Seri chuckled, "he at least has some good dance moves."
"Seri where is your brother?" I asked.
"over there next to the corporates and higher ups. He's been sipping champagne for an hour with them..." She pointed.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. The drunken fools started whistling at my appearance. I deflected their looks and focused on Sephiroth.
"Look who finally decided to wear make up after so long" Sephiroth commented as he left the drunken old men to come to me.
"you don't look half bad yourself" I adjusted his blue tie. I knew Seri would make him match me.
"Shall we go out to the balcony? Away from these fools and noise?" He suggested. I gladly accepted and we walked outside.
"I'm so used to the sound of the battlefield and hospital. Yet I always get nervous around other people." I chuckled. "At least Seri and Zack are having a great time."
Sephiroth chuckled and held Raven close, "who says we can't have our own fun out here? May I have this dance?"
I blushed and smiled, "you may" he soon pulled me in and we began slow dancing on the balcony to the muffled music of the ballroom. The moon shines full and bright above us.
We swayed back and forth and he spun me a few times. I knew he wasn't much for dancing but he learned to cheer me up when we were teenagers. He knew my father loved to dance with me. Even Genesis and Angeal got on the bandwagon. They were all my best friends. Well now I only have Sephiroth. Ever since we were young we were glued to the hip, even in battle we had each other's backs.
My heart started pounding faster at the thought of feelings for Sephiroth. Are we allowed? I'm not in SOLDIER anymore by default but I work with Seri now so it might be?
"you're making that face again~" Sephiroth spoke softly and snapped me out of my thoughts.
"what face?"
"the cute face you make when you're deep in thought or worried." Sephiroth smirked. Cute? Cute?!
"oh...sorry..." I chuckled embarrassingly.
"don't be sorry, I like it, besides you're beautiful tonight. Seri picked out a nice dress" he placed a hand on my hip, trailing his fingers against my exposed back, "and don't worry about the muscles, I like that about you, you're not dainty or fragile like Seri. Strong and stubborn."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "you think so?"
"I know so" Sephiroth placed his other hand on my hip, leaning in closer to where we're almost nose to nose.
"I'm glad you said that, because I like a man who can keep me on my toes and always had my back for the past 25+ years" I stared into his eyes as the moonlight hit them.
"then I'll hold you to it for the rest of our lives. You've done too much to just be rewarded once" he leaned in closer.
"it's a promise" I closed the gap and kissed him. We held each other. He lifted me a bit to get one last jab at the toes statement. His chapped lips were soft and his hair was like silk. He even put it up for once in a low pony with a small braid.
We separated with a few good breaths between us. Was dad always right that I might end up with Sephiroth? I don't care, if it is true, I know where my heart lies tonight. It's definitely with him. Soon we were surprised to see Seri and Zack. Seri looked like she was about to lose it at the fact we finally kissed. Zack was dumbfounded that Sephiroth knew how to be romantic.
"I did it! I knew you guys would come out here! And you kissed!!!!" Seri squeaked out giggles and stumbled to her brother and I.
Sephiroth held her steady, "I guess your constant nagging about me staring and smiling paid off, little sister."
Seri smiled, "it's only a matter of time till I hear wedding bells! I wanna be the maid of honor! Can we invite Aerith?! Cloud?!"
"Slow down Hyperactive Kitten, it'll be way down the line for that possibility. What if we just eloped?" I chuckled.
"don't care! I still get wedding bells!" Seri smiled as Sephiroth twirled her around in his arm. She brought him so much joy. I don't remember a day where he tried to visit her and play with her, even being a muse for her paintings. She loved him just as much.
"maybe once I retire, we'll see about that" Sephiroth smiled.
Zack gasped, "you're leaving me all alone no fair! It'll just be me and Cloud!" He pouted playfully.
I laughed at his expression and we had a fun night for the rest of the evening. My feet were sore and tired from dancing. At the apartment I helped Seri get ready for bed and hung her cute dress up for her to look at in her room. I made my way to the other bedroom and got undressed into pajama shorts and a tank top. I wiped off all my make up.
Sephiroth was just in sweatpants as he looked at me with soft eyes. I walked to him and gave him another kiss. Memories of sharing a tent or a bed together on trips, even into older age, came into my mind. Entangling our bodies together to stay warm. Him placing his head on mine. Even in uniform it was comfy. Like we were two sides of one coin. We laid down in the large bed, embracing each other, with me laying my head on his chest. Listening to his strong heart. His strong arm wrapped around my figure. My olivey complexion is a clear difference from his pale skin.
"Goodnight Sephiroth" I yawned softly.
"Goodnight Raven...I love you" He smiled.
"I love you too"
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Mermay still :) how about a fic where Alec is a orca mer and Magnus is a megaladon? In this au, your "size" is determined by what species you are, so a dolphin mer would be about the size of an average human, whereas orca would be twice the size of a dolphin mer. Which means Alec, who is used to being on of the biggest mer around, is suddenly DWARFED by Magnus.
For plot, I was thinking maybe Alec's pod had set up in a new territory, only to find out Magnus had territory nearby. They are obviously afraid of him for being a muc bigger and deadlier predator than them, Magnus isn't super thrilled with the pod being nearby. Until one day when he's near the borders of there territory terrorizing them with his presence, he meets Alec, who was patrolling today and decided to go ask Magnus if he needed something because Magnus sets off allll his prey instincts and he's both not used to that, and kind of into it and it freaks him out.
every single week you do this to me. i also got requests to add more to your last prompt (which i'm getting to but like, i have to do some research first). not that i'm complaining, to be clear. i am wallowing, not complaining.
did i obsessively write this while making breakfast because @saeths got super excited about it? yes lol
ily babe
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Alec stares with cold disdain at the dolphin mer who tried and failed to woo him. As much as his parents resent his refusal to take a mate, they also can’t push the issue. Alec is the only reason they were able to move their pod when mundane expansion and pollution intruded too far into their past territories.
That doesn’t mean, sadly, that they stop encouraging others to pursue him.
Most of the pod are dolphins and narwhals and while many have powerful tails and fins and some even know how to use their horns, they’re small. Which means that Alec is the only one of the pod who can take on their larger enemies. Those whose blood mingles more with squid and octopus.
Alec is exhausted from the long journey of finding a new territory and he’s only barely allowed himself to finally rest
“Alec—” Izzy says, and her voice is soft with fear, as if she’s afraid the current will take her voice to a predator. He’s never seen her so frightened.
“What is it?” He asks, trying to work his gills faster so he can wake up more quickly. “Did the scouting parties find something?”
“Our scouts made a mistake—” her lower lip trembles and a pearl slides down her cheek. “Alec we’re not in his territory, but we’re so close. He hasn’t done anything, but we can’t move again so soon Alec, the clave doesn’t know what to do.”
“Izzy you’re not making sense.”
“He’s a megalodon mer, Alec. He’s at least twice as big as you.”
Alec swallows, because he’s the biggest in his pod by a lot. The only way other mer can take him is if they swarm him and even that is hard with how powerful his tail is.
Alec shudders at the thought of an enemy even bigger than himself, because he’s never seen or met one.
“I’ll go.” Alec offers and then swallows hard at the gleam in Aline and Helen’s eyes. He’s never been sent to offer a tribute before except as a guard and it will be odd, being the one dressed to impress.
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Magnus knows exactly what kind of mer has taken off the small open territory that Magnus has never bothered to claim. It’s an almost neutral route that is often taken by those he doesn’t care to waste time on.
However, the fact that he’s left it open doesn’t mean he’ll allow just anyone to live so close to him. Especially not when they’re annoying, chirpy little dolphin and dancing narwhals who flinch at his shadow and scream at his teeth.
The water reeks of fear and it’s feeding Magnus’ hunger, making it grow quickly until he’s ravenous and hunting only two days after he last feed.
He gluts himself on fish and small whales and then moves to where a small current will help him clean his hair and nails of the worst of the gore.
If it happens to also be on the border of the new pod’s territory and his own, where they can see him dipping his fingers casually into a current that could rip off any of their own limbs and lets the scent of blood fill the water.
Well, it’s still Magnus’ home.
If they’re intimidated, they can leave.
That’s his opinion for the first two days at least, until he finds a very clear tribute post near to his border and the pods but without actually crossing into his own. It shows a healthy dose of wariness and fear, though it’s a bit disappointing. Magnus thought he might actually get a fight or two before they submitted to his rule.
He leaves an agreement, takes the meager offering and then crushes it, leaving the remains behind.
If they think Magnus is like any great white, easy to please with a little bit of groveling another nothing of impressive value, then he’ll send them back to wherever they fled.
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“You don’t remember what sharks like as tributes?” Alec asks dryly, ready to slap Imogen into the cave wall and Jia gives him a nervous look.
“We grew lax—” Jia admits slowly, which is as good as acknowledging they just started relying on Alec as soon as he outgrew the rest of his pod.
“So, then I’ll wear what you want but I’ll pick what to take.” Alec retorts, because he’s not taking a megalodon twice his size sea grapes.
There are murmurs from the elders and Alec snorts, because the clave can either do it his way or they can try it out on their own and honestly, they’re all to scared to.
Alec isn’t taking kelp baskets or anything else to a treaty with a predator.
Instead, once he’s dressed, he takes a moment to see how he moves with all the decorations and accessories they put him in and then, when he’s used to it, he hunts.
It takes time and strategy to get the most impressive squid he can, rather than just the easiest. Alec can’t afford to offer insult instead of respect.
He gets the squid wrapped up in kelp to make it easier to transport and then sets out with it trailing behind him. He gets as close as he dares to without permission and then lingers on the edge of a current that would batter him but break others of his pod.
Alec doesn’t want any interruptions or pod members spying on such an important meeting, especially if the presence of others could set off such an intense predator.
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Magnus scents freshly killed, delicious squid and he swims towards the scent. It’s too close to his territory line to be anything other than a gift, a taunt, or a very deadly mistake.
It’s a gift.
Magnus has never seen a mer dressed so prettily that wasn’t some kind of tribute. He’s also only seen a few orca mer and never any as big as the one drifting on the lines of the territory.
He has a squid nearly as big as he is and it’s tied with kelp, clearly an additional offering that he’s hunted himself.
“Oh—” Magnus croons, sharp teeth gnashing at the taste of awe and the scent of a predator recognizing another as he gets closer. “Where were they hiding you?”
The mer bristles, not surprised by his presence but there is something proud in the gleam of his eyes, “I wasn’t hiding.” His eyes are dark and watchful but as Magnus circles him, his tail sways with clear discomfort as he takes in the clear difference in their sizes.
Magnus’ little mer is used to being the biggest in a territory, that much is clear, and Magnus is sure the little orca has taken down many lesser sharks with ease.
“Oh no, of course not.” Magnus soothes and he moves his tail in an idle slap to the water behind him, smirking as the ripples he creates rock his little visitor. “You wouldn’t hide, not from me. The others though, they kept you away. I haven’t seen you and I’ve been watching.”
“I don’t like a lot of noise.” Is said quietly, “I sleep on the far side, in the deep caves. It’s further away from any territory lines and also our least defensible. It made sense that I’d rest there, keep alert.”
Which is perfect, because Magnus also dislikes the tedium and noise of mer pods.
“And you needed rest for so long?” Magnus asks, circling again and watching hungrily as the mer’s gills flutter.
“We uh, hit a jellyfish field when we got close.”
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Magnus knows exactly what he’s talking about and he makes a deep, clicking noise that normally makes prey go still but has his mer swaying towards him. It’s easy for Magnus, but for regular mer, the field is a horror and tragedy waiting to happen. It’s more shocking that so many survived and are uninjured than anything else and Magnus realizes it’s because his tribute took the brunt of it.
Magnus gets closer, inspecting the skin under the layers of delicately woven pearls and shiny decorations. There are small, angry lines of silver across his mer’s skin and Magnus presses fingers to the nearest ones, earning himself a hitched breath.
“Your name?” Magnus asks, because he’s too impatient to wait any longer.
“Alec, Alexander by the old tongue.”
“Magnus Bane.” Because even though mer do not have pod names like humans, and Magnus has no pod, he is still renown.
He has a name because he has become a bane to all who cross him.
“Alexander,” Magnus says, and he reaches out to grip Alexander’s neck, just below his gills, so that his thumb teasingly caresses the sensitive membranes. It’s an incredibly intimate gesture and Alexander whines and goes still, staring at Magnus in shock.
“I accept the tribute.” Magnus tells him, “and in return for such an impressive mate, I will allow your former pod to remain. I will even
“Wha-?” Alexander starts to ask and then he nods, eyes wide and gills kissing the tip of Magnus’ thumb.
Magnus moves slowly, pressing his tail up against Alexander’s sleek, smooth one and Alexander goes instinctively still. Magnus skin is smooth against him, so long as he doesn’t try to move away.
“You’re worth far more than a small feeding ground, aren’t you Alexander?” Magnus has killed tributes trying to offer themselves to him before, but Alexander is the only one who has ever caught his eye.
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Alec has a moment where he almost explains, and then he decides it really doesn’t matter.
Even if Magnus were willing to forgive the misunderstanding, he’s not going to be willing to let Alec’s pod stay without something of equal worth and now that Alec knows how much value Magnus sees in him, he finds he doesn’t really care.
Alec’s body is covered in scars and while he likes fighting, he’s tired of it being for the survival of other people. Especially when half the mer in his pod do stupid things, convinced of their own hubris because they expect Alec to come save them.
Magnus is three times his size, not the two Izzy predicted, and his hands could cover the entirety of Alec’s gills, but he’s being gentle in a way the pod stopped being long ago. For all that they covet Alec’s size and skills, even those in his family unit stopped being soft, as if Alec is always a weapon and protection both.
Magnus is treating him like he’s delicate kelp, like he’s something fierce and incredible but still precious and it makes Alec warmer than the sun on the surface ever has.
“Magnus—” he murmurs because words are lost to him and it’s all he can think of to say.
The massive, heavy tail against his own presses closer and Alec shifts, shivering when he can feel the promising bite of Magnus’ tail against his own. The scales of Magnus’ tail are larger than any shark he’s fought and if he moves wrong, he’ll be shredded.
Magnus merely chuckles and pulls him closer, so that the scales are smooth against him once more.
“As long as you stay close, you’ll be fine.” Magnus tells him, the hand not holding Alec’s throat and gills wrapping around his waist. Fingers play where his body melds from torso to tail and Alec gasps out a stream of bubbles at how intimate such a simple gesture can be.
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hii, feel free to alter! prompt #1 with loki. loki x bussiness woman!reader, she's independent and confident, so much that many dubbed her unlovable
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Miss Independent
Summary: You were always independent from a young age, but your job and responsibilities had came at a price. Could Loki melt your hard exterior?
Warnings: None, just lots and lots of fluff with a bit of angst
Pairing: Loki x female!reader
you had always dreamed of being a lawyer for as long as you could remember, always dressing up in your mother’s glasses and high heels pretending to interrogate her.
it was only you and your mum growing up as your father was never really in the picture.
she worked two jobs to pay the rent and be able to look after you, one of those was a cleaner at a diner and the other was at a supermarket.
you were always so grateful to her for that, not that you were ever a bother to her as you mainly spent all of your time in your room hitting the books or at the library.
she knew she had raised a clever little girl, and after you finished high school you went to university to study law, graduating with a first.
all you needed was a little push from her, and off you went.
but as you got older and secured your first job at a high-end law firm in Manhattan, you became even more confident as you finally got exactly where you wanted to be.
you moved out and rented an apartment, which your mum was beyond proud of you for.
love was never your strong suit as you were always focused on your career, and never had time for hopping from person to person.
but your ex that you had been together with for around eight months broke up with you because he ‘couldn’t love you because you never made time for him’ and he said that ‘you were never there.’
your job required your full attention and you had worked so hard to get where you are now, so you were never going to apologise for that.
since then you hadn’t had any luck with anyone else, as that thought of being too busy and unlovable was always in the back of your mind.
that was until you bumped into the most beautiful creature you had ever laid your eyes on.
you had stayed quite late at the library that you visit nearly every evening, and you hadn’t realised that the sun had set and the library was practically empty.
well you thought it was empty.
that was until you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand reached over your head to grab a book from the bookshelf you were leaning on.
“oh- i’m sorry, you’re just um… sitting in front of the shakespeare.”
you shook your head with a small smile on your face and stood up from the carpeted floor.
“sorry… kind of lost track of time, which copy of shakespeare were you looking for?”
the man with long raven locks turned towards you and his eyes were so intense as they gazed at you.
“othello, but i see that it is already taken.”
his eyes fell down to the book in your hands and you smiled up at him.
“here… i should probably get going anyway, i can’t believe the time!”
the man felt his heart leap at the sound of your laugh and he found himself intrigued by you.
he noticed that you were wearing a black pantsuit with a tight white vest underneath, paired with black heels.
you looked stunning.
“oh thank you.. what’s your name love?”
you sucked in a breath as you heard his crisp voice call you ‘love.’
“y/n, and you are?” you saw him smirk as he looked at you.
“loki.”
that moment was three months ago now and at first you ran into him most nights at that same library, and you would both say ‘what a coincidence’ it was that you kept bumping into each other.
but you both knew that you were hoping to see one another.
after a few weeks and you had gotten to know each other more and more, you would chat about anything and everything for hours.
he listened.
he actually took the time to listen to you, which is something no man had ever done to you.
he even understood that some nights you had to get home because you needed to be up early the next day, and he would simply wish you a goodnight.
he was fascinated by you, the way you carried yourself, the confidence that oozed out of you was just so attractive to him.
he finally asked you to dinner one night when you were free and you didn’t think you could ever be this excited for a date before.
multiple dates and nights together later, you found yourself coming home to your apartment late from work, absolutely shattered.
you dumped your bag and keys on the side table near the front door and kicked your heels off, sighing as your feet came in contact with the cold hardwood floors.
a gasp escaped from your lips as you walked into your joint kitchen and living room to see the most beautiful sight.
your small dining table was set perfectly with a fresh white table cloth hanging over it, with plates and candles on top.
and there stood loki with his hands behind his back, and the sweetest smile on his lips.
you walked up to him slowly and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, leaning your head up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.
you heard him quietly hum in delight and he pulled you closer.
“loki… you didn’t need to do all of this.”
you leaned your head on his chest and he chuckled.
“this is all for you my darling… you deserve it. you work so hard, and i am so proud of you.”
you teared up at his words as he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.
“thank you loki, i don’t even know what to say… no one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
a tear escaped your eye as you smiled at him, which he caught with his thumb.
“well get used to it love… because i am not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me,”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, all the past thoughts of you being unlovable and not enough for someone were screaming at you.
“why? why would you want to stay with me? you probably think that i work too much.. or that i’m never here for you—
he stopped you before you said anymore and pulled you into a passionate kiss, holding your face in his big hands.
“no, i think none of that darling. you are by far the most fascinating woman i have ever known, not to mention how beautiful you are. you deserve all the love in the world,”
you looked down and bit your lip, but he lifted your chin up with his finger and looked straight into your eyes.
“do you trust me, darling?”
you nodded immediately.
“then if you will let me, i think… i can love you.”
no words could come out of your mouth as you looked at this incredible man in front of you.
capturing his lips in yours, you said everything you needed to, thanking him for accepting you the way you are and everything you do.
he was one of a kind.
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Driving Under the Infl-Yuu-Ence (Jade Leech and Yuu)
Warnings: N/A.
@lottieinlimbo Request: hi Devin!! Hope you’re having a good day today!! For request, I’m thinkin prompt 72 from the list “Make me believe it” with Jade Leech, maybe somethin platonic? Lookin forward to what you cook up, I know it’ll be amazing!! :D
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It's not often that Jade finds himself surprised, much less taken aback and rendered speechless. For a moment, he has to take a step back (not literally, even though instincts demand that he create distance between himself and a somewhat dangerous situation) and reassess. It's another few seconds of contemplation before he curls his fingers underneath his chin before regarding Yuu with a curious, but wary gaze.
"Pardon me, Yuu, I don't believe that I heard you correctly. You wanted to... What exactly?" While eloquence was often the weapon that his dear business associate Azul would use, Jade is just as skilled. However, in this situation that made the phantom limbs of his tails and fins quiver in apprehension, he faltered in his manner of speech.
Although his face remained impassive, he cringed inwardly. To speak so carelessly! And what's worse, with vulnerability!
Thank goodness neither his brother nor his business associate were here to witness such... a weak performance from him. Blackmail was worth its weight in madol and blackmail concerning Jade nearly tripled that.
Yuu, to their credit, didn't seem to notice. If they did, they wisely chose not to comment. Instead, they nodded in the direction of their car, an older model that ran on a mixture of electricity and magic. While Yuu had no magic of their own, they were roommates with a few mages who were more than eager to power up the vehicle with their reserves so long as they could use the car from time to time.
It had been years since Jade and Yuu had graduated from Night Raven College, but it seemed that the acquaintanceship that had blossomed during their time in the institution had gradually blossomed into a tentative friendship. This relationship, however, while in full bloom, did not last long once he had graduated. The rift was not because of ill will or malcontent, but rather, it was because it was life getting in the way of connection. While Yuu was busy with their internship, Jade returned to the sea. Over the course of a couple months, the both of them barely spoke to each other, if at all.
Upon his return to his birthplace, Jade had taken over his father’s business alongside his brother. Although he had long since resigned himself to committing to his family's operations under the sea while his brother expanded on land, he still visited the surface from time to time. It was rare, but each time he breached the surface, it always felt like an occasion worth celebrating.
So, with Jade walking upon land very rarely, it was quite a shock to his heart to find Yuu once again.
Was it a stroke of luck?
Destiny?
Azul would have laughed at that notion, but Jade was a bit more easy to sway.
What else could it have been other than some otherworldly force? Unless it was a coincidence: the universe’s attempt at a joke. Whatever the case, Jade stopped in his tracks when he saw the former Ramshackle Prefect again after he had left Floyd behind at a club, the sounds of synth beats and drunken laughter reverberating in the air.
As always, they were small and slight—but Jade supposed that anyone would have looked small and slight compared to him. What he found most shocking however, was that they looked rather well. Back in Night Raven College, it was no surprise due to their background that they were always wearing clothing that was ill fitting and were usually stressed with heavy bags under their eyes. They also seemed to move as if their mind was miles away… What was that phrase again? Head in the clouds? Daydreaming, some would say. Homesick, maybe.
Tonight, however, they were dressed in casual clothing. While not designer, they were not ragged or threadbare. They were also bereft of the logo for NRC. In fact, Jade didn't have to wonder if Yuu had bought the garments themself. The clothing suited them well and made them shine despite the darkness of night.
Normally, Jade would have left them to their own devices. After all, it had been almost... He wanted to say five years since they last spoke but it may have been longer considering that they were never too close in the first place. Really, the Ramshackle Prefect spoke more with Floyd and Azul and that was usually because of the former’s propensity for seeking out entertainment and the latter’s attempts to get Mostro Lounge full staffed.
It would have been easy to just leave. Walk away.
However, while not as big a partier as Floyd, Jade had a few drinks in his system and was feeling the effects of hastily prepared liquor still warming his system.
Land dwellers were so interesting, if a bit masochistic at times.
Jade had to take transformation potions just so that he could properly blend in with the rest of the surface population. Land dwellers intentionally poisoned their bodies with drinks that were more fire than liquid. At least when merfolk decided to poison themselves, they didn’t try to disguise it with ornate glasses and delicate garnishes.
So, with steps that were reminiscent of his gait during his first few months in Night Raven College, Jade ambled towards the former Ramshackle Prefect to… Well, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, only that he knew that where the Prefect went, entertainment was sure to follow. Years may have passed, but he had a feeling that even if they were to never see each other again come morning, he would still have a fun night at the very least.
And so, Jade walked up to them as they leaned against the side of their car, their phone in hand and a questioning look in their eyes. His eyes weren’t as keen as most land dwellers, but he could practically taste the apprehension in the air, of the fear that he often associated with those who couldn’t pay back his family’s benevolence. However, the scent of fear was dialed back significantly, when he was close enough to see the whites of the former Prefect’s eyes. Alongside recognition, there was confusion, but also a hint of relief.
Imagine that, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself. It wasn’t often that others would regard him with relief upon recognizing him, but the Prefect had always been a curious oddity.
“Good evening, Prefect,” he greeted cordially. To his utter delight, he realized that while he may not be as mindful of his physical capabilities, his speech was still fluent and coherent. As long as he remained standing and didn’t act out of the ordinary, his companion would be none the wiser. “It’s been… How long? Five years?”
The small human looked up at him with a slight smile on their face. “Just Yuu,” they reminded him. “It’s been years since I graduated and it’s not like I need reminders of that place.”
Odd, was that bitterness? How fascinating. While most would agree that their experiences at their alma maters may not lead to a positive remembrance, Jade thought they would have been more fond of the institution. Yes, there were Overblots, but they were rather comfortable with making friends from all the dorms with special mention to Heartslabyul. Had Jade misjudged? Or had the years finally made the Pref—apologies, Yuu—cynical?
Or, more appropriately, jaded?
“Something funny, Jade?”
Oh my, how inconsiderate of him. He must have drank a milliliter too much if he was already making mistakes this early in the conversation.
As if taken back to his years at Night Raven College, Jade bent slightly at the waist, the angle just a bit more pronounced. Throughout his bow, he watched as Yuu regarded him with amusement.
It had been years, but it was somewhat surreal to see Yuu appear so confident and self-assured. No longer were they the sort of person who kowtowed to those stronger than them and appeared too tired to question the whims of others. Even now, Jade was somewhat surprised that they still chose to help their fellow first year friends get rid of the anemones even though they would benefit very little from the negotiation while also risking losing their housing.
Had Yuu learned from this experience?
Or was it from the combination of harrowing experiences that Night Raven College had seen fit to throw at them despite their having no magic?
It made Jade want to explore further. To push them to know who they really were underneath their newly bought clothes and fresh skin.
But that would be an adventure for tomorrow’s Jade should he still harbor the same curiosity that consumed tonight’s Jade entire being.
Tonight, this Jade merely wanted to pass the time.
“Apologies, tonight has been… an experience that I have not had the opportunity to pursue too often under the sea.” He smiled, his mouth gaping just a hair bigger than he normally afforded to acquaintances. Pride filled him when he saw that the former Prefect neither shied away or stared at him in disgust. Really, he must be losing his touch or perhaps Yuu was too adjusted to be scared of him anymore.
Should he change that?
Yuu canted their head to their right, their brows furrowing in concern and nose scrunching a little before they gasped in shock—or was it delight?—and regarded him with a new light.
“Are you drunk?”
Without missing a beat, Jade answered, “Are you suggesting that I cannot laugh at an inside joke without being accused of being intoxicated?”
He pressed a hand over his heart and inclined his head in mock melancholy. To add a dash of drama, he sniffed faintly and looked askance as if he could not bear to look his companion in the eye. This sort of performance would have rewarded him with a punch to the shoulder if it were Floyd or an annoyed scoff from Azul. From Yuu, he merely saw them look at him with an expression so deadpan, he feared that their face would freeze that way.
“Truly, we reunite after years of separation and that’s how you treat me? Never before have I felt so wounded!”
He sniffled and mimed wiping away an artful trail of tears down his cheek.
Was it a performance that would have awarded him the same laud as one VIl Schoenheit? Obviously not, but he would like to think that he was a good contender for a starring role in community theatre.
Yuu rolled their eyes, but laughed all the same.
As if on cue, Jade relaxed from his stance, his shoulders no longer as straight or rigid as he normally would have made them on land. In water, he was free to lounge and allow his body to twist and writhe whatever way he wanted to. Most merfolk were lax when it came to posturing and stances; deference was either owed to royalty or to the biological, inherent pecking order that everyone, prey and predator included, knew. On land, though, Jade had been taught that appearances were everything. Floyd had discarded that notion (unless clothing and accessories were involved), often playing up his more extraverted mannerisms to achieve the same effect as Jade, but Jade had decided to play along with land dweller customs.
It was tiresome, but it gave him something to do.
After all, if one were to be used to routine, it became all the more entertaining when Jade decided to switch it up.
He was slouching now—was it due to the alcohol? he would have to do some more research on the matter later—but he was careful not to appear too out of character. It would be funny to see Yuu second guess themself and question if the eel mer they were talking to was actually Floyd, but Jade wasn’t interested in that.
Yet.
He could play that card later if he got bored.
“Geeze,” Yuu breathed out as they leaned against their car door. “You never change, do you? Last I heard, you were building up your family’s business, right?”
Jade grinned. Wider now. Perhaps more ominous underneath the low lighting. “Correct. My father left my brother and I equal shares, but the both of us can be greedy so we decided to expand.”
“That’s great to hear! I’m still in school at the moment.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’m not good at much, but apparently Beast Taming is sort of my calling?” They shrugged as if the utter idea was still ludicrous after years of tending to their overly ambitious cat beast. “Grim’s not here, but he and I are partners and are planning on hosting classes at some of the lower level magical colleges in Pyroxene. It’s not a popular subject considering that most mages don’t have familiars anymore, but we’re hoping to revive the art.”
“So you’re planning on becoming a professor then?”
Their responding smile was shy, but there was a hint of pride there. Maybe even a little bit of embarrassment for confessing something so vulnerable in their mannerisms. “Hahaha, yeah. It’s a good thing Ace and Deuce aren’t here. They’d probably give me flack for personally shoving a stick up my ass.”
Jade chuckled despite himself. “Come now, most of our professors weren’t that bad.”
“Oh, really?” They raised an eyebrow as if in challenge. “Remember that time Crewel made his entire batch of third years scrub out the cauldrons because someone contaminated the supply of beetroot with their personal experiments?”
Ah! Jade had pleasantly vague memories of that debacle… “I shudder to think of the day I would ever forget that incident.” A dramatic pause. “It was actually my potionology project for my thesis that contaminated the rest of those semester’s assignments.”
Yuu’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. How are you still alive?”
Jade shrugged before placing a finger against his lips. “Unlike some of our much rowdier contemporaries, I never got caught. It was an unfortunate event that everyone was punished, but… Collateral damage is something that I’ve come to expect, especially in my line of work.”
He may not have been watching Yuu directly when he murmured that last part, but he knew that their wide eyes were filled with apprehension at what he implied. How entrancing. How much did they know about his family’s business? And how much would they be willing to find out?
And then—
Laughter. Pure, childlike, unadulterated laughter.
“Pffttt, hahahaha!” The small human was practically doubled over in laughter, their entire body leaning against the body of their car as if they would fall without its support. Knowing how fragile some humans were, Jade wasn’t too surprised at the sight. What caused him to do a double take was the teasing glint in their eyes and the utter joy that they regarded him with.
It wasn’t every day that someone would look up to him like that.
It was a pity that his mental faculties were compromised. He would have liked to remember this moment for some time. To dissect. Or to ponder whenever he would think about the intricacies and mysteries upon the surface.
“And may I ask what strikes you as funny?”
Yuu didn’t answer. Instead, they waved him off as they chuckled, but eventually straightened from their doubled over posture.
“I just… When I saw you skulking out of the shadows, I thought I was about to get jumped! And now? This?” They waved their hands about in an aimless, purpless direction. As if actions alone could properly convey their confusion at the situation. “Talk about tonal whiplash, Jade. You’re a horror movie waiting to happen, but instead, I get something straight out of a… out of a…” The former Prefect frowned to themself before adding in a hushed, but near mortified tone of voice, “Like a comedy? Maybe?”
Jade stifled a laugh, his posture rounding itself out as he tried to keep himself from bowling over in mirth. “I’ve never considered myself a stand up comic, but who knows? Maybe I might pursue that endeavor in the future if my current career path does not pan out.”
The both of them shared a laugh for a few more moments, but eventually, the Prefect straightened up from leaning against their car. A quick glance at their phone must have alerted them to something if their little gasp of shock was anything to go by.
Even though Jade was still smiling placidly, he couldn't help but feel his brows furrow in disappointment. He was slowly sobering and it seemed now that he was in better charge of his mental faculties, he was finally getting the entertainment he so desperately craved. Parties were fun and all—especially if all Jade had to do to get information was to smile prettily and say the right words—but they were tiring and the company usually devolved in likability as the night wore on.
"Leaving already?"
Yuu shrugged before sending him a considering glance. "How about you? Got somewhere you need to be?"
"Not necessarily, but I wouldn't mind heading back to my quarters sooner rather than later."
Jade laughed at Yuu’s confused look at his strange choice of words.
"My hotel room," he amended. "I don't have permanent residence on land so when I come up for business matters, I tend to stay in other establishments."
"Why not stay with Floyd?"
Jade hummed. "He can be territorial at times and I also have my own needs. Besides, money is no object for either of us."
Yuu scoffed at that admission, their eyes glancing at Jade's clothing. As always, well dressed even if it was for something that didn't require high end fashion. "You don't say."
"I don't. I simply wear what I'm worth."
Eventually, Jade gave Yuu the address to a hotel on the outskirts of the city. The hotel itself was actually high end and was considered more of a resort rather than a simple hotel. Located near the white sandy beaches upon which it was located, the guests would be able to enjoy the view of the seaside and the horizon meeting each other in a holy matrimony of beauty and natural phenomena.
Surprisingly, the recommendation came from Floyd, but Jade supposed that he shouldn't be too surprised. Despite Floyd's love of chaos, his tastes upon land bordered on extravagance.
The multitude of closets he had just for his accessories and shoes...
Yuu, to their credit, didn't bat an eye at Jade's address for the hotel. Instead, they nodded and loaded up the address onto their phone's GPS and began backing out of their parking space and out onto the main road.
As Yuu began a steady pace towards their destination, Jade fiddled with his seatbelt, feeling mildly restrained—almost as if he were suffocating. After all of these years, there were still many aspects of land dwelling culture that he had not become accustomed to yet. Clothing had been a challenge, especially in his first few months masquerading as a human, but transportation? Seatbelts were a nuisance—how did land dwellers deal with being smashed against the seats like this?
Furthermore, Jade didn't feel particularly safe; rather, it felt as if the surface liked to discover ways to give themselves a harder time to live their lives and/or seek death faster.
The enclosed space in the car was fine—Jade lived and grew up in enclosed spaces when learning how to ambush prey—but the windshield and the windows didn't provide the cover that he preferred. At the very least, the car that Yuu was driving had tinted windows, but instinct had Jade being hypervigilant, always expecting danger.
"Feel free to change the music station." Yuu offered as they used their turn signal, the sound of which provided a steady, mechanical drumbeat against the backdrop of a crooning voice. "I don't have a preference."
It took a second for Jade's eyes to adjust to the darkness in the car, but he eventually found the knob that would change stations. At this time of night and this far out of the main city, most stations were either late night talk shows with a few channels playing pop songs that Jade wasn't too fond of or the occasional radio silence. After going through a multitude of channels, Jade finally gave up and tuned into a station that played songs from decades past.
"Didn't take you for a disco kind of guy."
"I'm not." Jade returned to running his fingers up and down against the fabric of the seatbelt. For something that restrained him, the strange texture of it was oddly soothing against his finger pads. "It seems that my tastes will not be catered to tonight. A shame, but land dweller music has never ranked high on what I prefer to listen to."
Or maybe it was because Jade hadn't exposed himself to land dweller music all that often. Even when he had been a full time student at Night Raven College, he preferred to study or hike in silence as opposed to grabbing a pair of headphones and checking out the latest trends in pop or what have you. It was Floyd who loved the synthesized instruments in pop music, the erratic thrum of rock and metal, and how innovative the surface dwelling folk could be when cobbling together a passable tune.
That was part of the reason why Jade could not stand to stay at the club any longer than he had to. The alcohol eased his frustrations somewhat, but he could attest that for the majority of merfolk, their preferences and standards for what passed as music and musical was leagues above what the surface dwellers could ever hope to replicate.
"Hmm? What sort of music do you listen to then?"
Jade cast a glance at his companion, waited until they gave him a questioning glance, before answering with, "Whalesong."
It was a good thing that the road they were on was mostly bereft of other travelers because for a few crucial instants, Yuu nearly lost control of their driving. Their shock was gratifying and it soothed the primal instinct in Jade that wanted to rip himself out of his self-imposed bindings, but both their lives could be in danger had the road been bustling with traffic.
"W-whalesong!? Like whales go into recording studios and like? Make music?"
Jade didn't even try disguising his laugh this time.
Was this the same Prefect who went to Night Raven College around the same time as him? Yes, he remembered that there was a spark in them, a fire that Jade had yearned to see stamped out from time to time, but he never got around to committing to those thoughts, especially when the winter holidays had come immediately after the end of term exams. And then the Overblots. The arrival of summer. And so on and so on.
Had he known that they were this interesting...
Ah, he supposed that maybe he should convince Yuu to stay in touch with him. Perhaps he was still suffering the lingering effects of the alcohol and was thus was feeling more impulsive than usual, but this interaction was interesting.
Yuu's questions were interesting.
Yuu's reactions were interesting.
Yuu was interesting.
"Whalesong," Jade repeated again. He turned to face the road again, watching how the path began to grow slightly narrower to accommodate the forested landscape. "Did you know that sound travels faster and clearer in water? You would have to have the same skeletal structure of merfolk to fully appreciate their tunes, but it's like a lullaby that haunts the ocean for miles. It reverberates through your body, reminding you that no matter how large or dangerous you are, there will always be something above you in the theoretical food chain. You may not realize it, but whales can be quite dangerous."
He fell silent, eyes falling close.
There was no danger here—not unless Yuu lost control of their car.
"Not that I would know what it’s like to be put into my place on land, of course. Here, I rank quite high if I may say so."
"And humble too."
At that point, Yuu was turning into the hotel's private property. Up ahead, there was a guardhouse with one of its security personnel already waving them forward. At the security guard's insistence, Yuu surrendered their license with the guarantee that they would receive it once they left the premises. After confirming that Jade was a guest at the hotel, they were allowed to pass and go straight onto the grounds.
The hotel grounds were expansive, and again, Jade had to stifle a laugh when he heard Yuu mutter to themself about "rich people and their tastes". As Yuu drove through the veritable obstacle course that made up the grounds before the actual main building, Jade made idle commentary on the scenery they passed.
There were the tennis and basketball courts, a swimming pool for those who didn't want to brave the ocean (and for good reason, Jade was from there and the locals weren't always the nicest), and a few other facilities the rich and famous would like to make use of. Eventually, they made their way to the parking lot, which was insisted upon by Jade. Before going to his room, he would like to take a walk to further clear his head and maybe, if he was feeling particularly adventurous, he might venture into the frigid depths of the ocean before sleeping.
He said as much to Yuu who parked the car at the furthest point from the main hotel building.
"You mean you weren't already feeling adventurous? I thought that you were at some elite club or something. Most people would be too tired to even think about swimming at this hour."
Smiling toothily at his companion, Jade admitted, "It was a rather dull affair. For someone like me, I much prefer something more... challenging." The liquor helped and didn't help at the same time.
"Whatever you say, Jade."
As Yuu pressed a button on their side to unlock the doors, they paused for a moment, as if a thought had come to them. Observant as he was, Jade knew that something was on their mind and was patient to stay a moment longer, his long fingers resting on the car door handle.
"Hmm... but is walking or swimming alone at night considered challenging?" There was mischief in their tone, an inside joke that only they were privy to at the moment. It piqued Jade's curiosity, but only slightly. "Why not... push past your boundaries?"
"What an idea," Jade murmured. "What are you proposing?"
Yuu tapped their fingers upon the steering wheel. "You know, I've never seen you drive a car before."
And just like that, Jade wrenched the door wide open and leaped out of the car as if he had caught on fire. It was only because he had years of practice as a courteous land dweller that he managed to remember to bid the small human goodbye.
"Apologies, I do believe that my bed is calling me at this hour. Goodnight and farewell, dear Yuu. I'll take my lea—"
"Nuh-uh." Yuu may not have been as fast as Jade, but they could certainly manipulate their limbs quicker than what he remembered. It seems that being pushed to their limits under Coach Vargas' tutelage did them some good in the long run. "I brought you to this place out of the goodness of my heart, which merits a reward."
Ah. They certainly have changed over the years, haven't they?
"A good deed that must be repaid isn't done out of the goodness of one's heart, Yuu."
"That's rich coming from you. If I recall, wasn’t that your modus operandi during our years at Night Raven?"
Jade smiled a thin sort of smile.
Would he be able to stomach running away from a human as small as Yuu? Or shall he suffer this farce for much longer?
"Perhaps."
"Hmmm.... So maybe it's not because you've suddenly turned over a new leaf, but I think it might be because you're afraid."
"Afraid?" Jade couldn't help but scoff, all sense of composure leaving him before he had to manually instruct himself to calm down. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that… But I am… Rather alarmed.”
It took Jade a second too long to realize that it was a mistake to admit to his fear.
“Are you saying that the stoic and calm Jade Leech is too unnerved—rattled, mayhap?—to even dare getting behind the wheel and—gasp!—actually learn how to drive?” Yuu swooned against their car, a pitiful invalid.
Jade crossed his arms, making sure to force his body to sway gently so as to appear drunker than he felt. “Might I remind you that I’m not sober? It’s against the law to imbibe before driving.”
Yuu shot him a disbelieving glance.
“...I see. The great and illustrious Jade Leech has fallen victim to Rosehearts Syndrome. A disease that has its roots in the pursuit of perfection, appeasing to a higher order that will never listen to you, immediate and absolute obedience to the rules and—”
“I am nothing like Riddle.”
“Oh, really?” Their eyes sparkled once more underneath the streetlight. “Prove it. Make me believe that Jade Leech still spits in the name of conventionality because he got too bored to pay his dues to polity.”
And Jade knew what tactic that Yuu was using at that very moment. It was the oldest trick in Jade’s book. This baiting was meant for day old fry who had not yet tried to chase after a worm on a hook. Yet…
And yet…
If they were caught, Jade could easily buy his way out of a jail cell and if he were feeling particularly generous, he’d even bail out this little shrimp who dared mouth at him like this. As if Jade hadn’t penned the rule book concerning mental subterfuge and psychological warfare and manipulation.
Jade held out a hand. “The keys, if you will.”
Yuu grinned, an impish affair that only irritated Jade slightly. "The keys are already in the ignition, silly eel!"
This was going to be more troublesome than he thought it would be, wasn't it?
And it certainly was. For the next half hour or so, Jade had to learn how to navigate the many parts of the car. From the way he had to adjust the seat and the rearview mirror, how to place his hands upon the steering wheel, and realize that, yes, the stick in the middle of the driver and the passenger seats did indeed serve a purpose. For the most part, Yuu was actually a good teacher, if a bit mischievous at times. Despite his reservations, it seemed that Yuu had caught onto his concern and allowed him to test out the car's various capabilities without letting the car move from its parked space.
Slowly, Jade acquainted himself with the accelerator and how the machine rumbled underneath his feet, how he need only apply the slightest amount of pressure before the car answered in kind.
Eventually, though—
"I think you're ready."
"To go to sleep?"
And that's when Yuu released the handbrake and put the car into drive.
To say that the next half hour was a disaster was an... anticlimactic understatement.
Jade hit the accelerator and drove the car at the breakneck speed of... ten kilometers per hour. It was slow going, but eventually, Jade began to crawl his way to a much faster pace.
"Great, you're learning!" Jade dared not look away from the road lest he accidentally cause an accident that could blow up the entire resort. "Now that you can drive in a relatively straight line... let's start turning corners!"
Another obstacle that Jade would have loved to let Yuu handle, but it was rather unfortunate that he was stuck behind the wheel and beholden to the driving laws.
Again, it was rather anticlimactic, but with the way Jade felt his hands tremble every so often and that he had to consciously remind himself that he had to breathe, it was almost as if the world was collapsing upon him. As someone who was born and raised in the sea, it was a rather terrifying thought.
Still, though, jerky movements gradually transitioned into something more fluid and slightly resembling that of a seasoned driver's actions. Furthermore, he no longer had to rely so much on Yuu's encouragement and murmurs of adjustment that he rearrange his hands or to relax his posture. In fact, he began to feel like he was learning to walk all over again when he was in land boot camp.
Before he knew it, he made a full circle around the parking lot while also obeying all the signs and markers on the road.
It was utterly slow and Jade wasn't very smooth when making the appropriate left turns, but he did manage to press down on the turn signals when necessary and he even stopped for a passing pedestrian! Success, although somewhat trivial to all other accomplishments that Jade had under his belt, still made him beam with pride. (Muted pride, though, he couldn't quite admit that he was happy that Yuu had convinced him to step outside of his boundaries).
When Jade slowly approached to a stop in front of the hotel doors (finally), Yuu gestured for him to put the car in park. "Feeling tired? I think you've improved enough that I'll let you go. For now."
He smiled.
Then the words and full extent of the meaning finally dawned on him.
"For now?"
Yuu nodded, a gleeful smile on their face. "Well, how else can I refill my fuel gauge? With the amount of magic you've got pouring in, the tank refilled within minutes!"
Jade checked the dashboard.
Damn.
"What was that one term you land dwellers use when you dupe someone? Pull the wool over someone's eyes? Getting hustled?" Jade shook his head in faux disappointment. "And here I thought that you were a person of high standing."
"Hello, pot. Meet kettle. The both of you are black."
Jade wasn't sure what that saying meant, but he laughed nonetheless and resolved that he would have to look up what pots and kettles had to do with colors.
“Good night, Yuu. Perhaps we can talk at a later date.
Yuu seemed unsure at first, which only made Jade concerned, but before he could assure them that he didn’t expect them to follow through, they nodded.
“Sure thing, Jade.” A beat. “Maybe I’ll teach you how to drive donuts!”
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May 14 prompt: time (thanks for the tag @notjustamumj @meetinginsamarra @raina-at
The day we met
Sherlock’s undercover. In Liverpool of all places. Greg’s mentioned something about a football team being the city’s pride and joy. Sherlock’s deleted the rest of that information. Not relevant. What is relevant is the fact that Sherlock’s going to perform on live television. In front of the whole world. Apparently Ukraine won last year’s competition, but due to the war, and the UK coming second, Liverpool is hosting the Eurovision this year. Sherlock’s not totally oblivious, but he’s got no interest in the competition per se. The reason he’s present is that a threat’s been made, and Mrs. Hudson’s asked for Sherlock’s help finding the culprit. Normally he wouldn’t considered this sort of case, but Mrs. Hudson’s niece is the one who’s been threatened and she’s also one of the dancers in the show. Her fiancé is the one who’s narrowed down the number of suspects for some reason. Sherlock almost had an aneurism from mere boredom while Mrs. Hudson told him about the whole charade.
“The things I do for you, Hudders,” Sherlock had said before he kissed her cheek and headed out of Baker Street.
***
So, here he is, all dressed up in a leather outfit in black and purple. According to Alice, the niece, it should’ve been black and red, but as Sherlock’s the only male dancer in this dance number, he went for colours more suited for his skin tone. Mrs. Hudson’s clearly warned Alice about him, because she just shrugs when he explains himself.
A short man with gold and silvery hair approaches them, a clipboard in his hand and an earpiece in his left ear.
“That’s John,” Alice whispers. “He’s the stage manager. You don’t want to mess with him.”
Sherlock gives this John a onceover and smirks. Ex-military most certainly. Sherlock licks his lips in anticipation. Maybe this case won’t be as bad as he feared.
***
As John approaches Alice and this new fellow, he can’t help but cast an appreciative look at the newcomer. He’s tall and slender, pale, flawless skin, the most striking face John’s seen in a while and raven curls, meticulously styled. All of him radiates his posh upbringing. Public school, rich parents, arrogant, spoiled. All the things John despises, but if he does his job properly, John can at least enjoy the look of him while this last. There are ten days until the final, and John decides to make the best of it.
“Afghanistan or Iraq?” are the words greeting John.
Normally John’s not one to get startled, but the question, not to mention the voice asking, leaves him amazed.
“Sorry, no time for pleasantries today, I’m afraid,” John says brusquely. “I’m John Watson, stage manager. You are?”
“Sherlock Holmes,” the man says with a knowing look.
Of course he would have a posh and exquisite name as well.
John feels his face blush. He hasn’t done that since high school.
“Right. Welcome, Sherlock. You’re familiar with this dance?” John inquires as professionally as he can manage.
“Obviously,” Sherlock says and rolls his eyes. “Shall we begin the rehearsal anytime this month?
John rolls his eyes and summons the dancers. They go through the dance a few times. Sherlock’s an excellent dancer and falls into step with the others in record time. His lithe body moving around the stage in the sensual manner the dance requires, makes John’s mouth salivate considerably.
“Alright. One last time, then you can all take a few hours break and some lunch,” John states.
***
While the other dancers have lunch, Sherlock changes out of his costume and sends a text to Alice’s fiancé, Richard. They meet in Richard’s office, and Sherlock’s shown the little evidence Richard’s got. There are three messages. All of them spelled with cut out letters from The Times.
“How do you know it’s The Times?” Richard asks astounded.
“Please,” Sherlock drawls and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t elaborate.
Richard doesn’t pursue the matter. Mrs Hudson’s done her job at least. She knows he hates pestering and nagging when he states the obvious. The obvious to him, that is.
“Any suspects?” Sherlock asks, not too hopeful.
Richard surprises him. He’s actually quite astute.
“Eleanor, Cindy or Taylor,” he states with confidence.
Sherlock looks attentively at him.
“Eleanor is jealous of Alice getting the job. She was certain she’d get it, but she’s not half as good a dancer as my Alice,” Richard says affectionately.
“Alright. What about the others?” Sherlock prompts impatiently .
“Well, Cindy’s just a bitch on a regular basis, so that’s why I mentioned her. Not lightly her, but you said to be thorough when you texted me earlier.”
“Quite so,” Sherlock agrees.
“Then there’s Taylor. She…um…how shall I put it? She thinks of herself…well at a level above the rest of us. Her name isn’t actually Taylor at all, but she doesn’t respond when she’s called by her birth name, which is Anna, by the way. You see, she’s auditioned for Taylor Swift. It’s a few years back now, but after that, she started calling herself Taylor, and she’s totally weird. Doesn’t have to mean anything, of course.”
Richard trails off when he sees Sherlock’s blank face.
“You know who Taylor Swift is, yes?” he asks cautiously.
“Why would I? Is she, I assume it’s a she, relevant to this case?” Sherlock asks curiously.
“Er…no…I guess not,” Richard stutters.
“Well, then. Where can I find this Eleanor?”
***
“You’ve lost your mind, Watson,” John mutters to himself.
After five days of rehearsal, the show’s looking promising, but John’s predicament is of a more personal matter. He’s totally besotted with Sherlock Holmes, and that’s a bit not good. John’s never been one to hide his feelings very well, and Sherlock seems to notice every tiny glance John cast Sherlock’s way. Not that Sherlock’s been dismissive, the opposite, rather. But it’s highly unprofessional, and John’s a man of principles, so there’s that.
“John,” a familiar baritone purrs in his ear.
“Jesus, Sherlock!” John exclaims.
John had been lost in thought and hadn’t been watching where he was going. He had stopped right outside the women’s dressing room and out of nowhere, Sherlock emerged. Not entirely true. He’d actually come out of said room.
“What have you been doing in there?” John asks suspiciously.
“Investigating,” Sherlock mutters while texting rapidly on his phone.
“Invest…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, John,” Sherlock snaps.
He looks at John with narrowed eyes.
“I’ll explain it to you over dinner, if you’re so inclined. You’re dying to know what I’m up to, and you can finally answer my question from the day we met. Meet me at the entrance at seven.”
And with that Sherlock’s gone, leaving John speechless.
***
Waiting for the time to pass, was agony, and John obviously knew time didn’t go slower than normal just because he was eagerly anticipating what might occur during dinner with Sherlock. Nevertheless, time seemed to have stopped momentarily. When he turned up at the entrance, he had to wait another ten minutes before Sherlock showed.
“Shall we?” Sherlock said without apologising for being late.
He was texting at his phone again, in an unfathomable speed. Just as John was about to ask if his company was warranted at all, Sherlock pocketed his phone and stopped outside an Italian restaurant.
“After you, John,” Sherlock said and held the door open for John to enter first.
It smelled delicious of Italian cuisine and the interior was cosy and not as posh as John had anticipated. They were shown to a secluded table with a chequered table cloth, large wine glasses, and a lit candle. They ordered wine and pasta, and Sherlock asked his question again.
“Afghanistan or Iraq?”
Instead of answering, John asked a question of his own.
“How did you know?”
Sherlock’s rapid deduction made John gape. Before he could praise the precise analysis, their waiter brought the wine and shortly after the pasta. John was famished, so he decided to eat first and ask further questions later.
Sherlock wasn’t much of an eater, so between his nibbling on the garlic bread and rigatoni, he told John about why he’d been inside the women’s dressing room.
“So, if you solve the case before the final, you’ll be heading back to London?” John asks with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Normally yes. The other dancers aren’t dependent on me. However, I have other interests than the case,” Sherlock says.
Suddenly he looks shy, something John didn’t think Sherlock was even capable of. The wine makes John relax and he feels a bit bold, so he reaches over the table for Sherlock’s hand. While stroking Sherlock’s knuckles with his thumb, his eyes meet Sherlock’s and the look in those cerulean eyes, makes John shiver.
“Care to elaborate?” John asks hoarsely.
“Mm, after dessert,” Sherlock answers.
Decided to pay a little homage to Eurovision from last night, but
I've been struggling all day with this after 4 hours of sleep, so go easy on me...
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Anniversary
Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs + reader
summary: Tak ends up being late for a very special occasion.
A/N: IS THIS FANDOM DEAD!? I hope not because I’ve got a shitload of prompt ideas after re-watching altered carbon for the 10th time. Also to everyone who hasn’t read my stuff before... Hi, hello, I'm Julie and I'm a terrible writer. I do my best tho so, you know, bare with me.
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Takeshi was late.
Again.
You had gotten used to him disappearing every now and again, often at strange hours and sometimes without warning. It was okay, it was a part of Tak’s life but today was the one night, the one goddamn night you’d begged him to be on time and he wasn’t.
“You were supposed to be here two hours ago!” You scolded through your oni while pacing back and forth in his room at the Raven hotel. Your hands were practically trembling with rage.
You’d really tried to make tonight special. Spent hours on your hair and make-up. Dressed up in the dress you knew he loved. Made a reservation at his favorite restaurant a fucking month in advance.
“I can explain” he replied calmly.
“No, I don’t think you can!” you sputtered angrily. “I asked for one night Tak! One night and you couldn’t even…” you closed your eyes and let out a frustrated breath. “Whatever, forget it”.
“Hey…” he began, from the other end of the call, his voice soft like velvet.
Instead of listening to his excuse, you started gathering up your things. He must have heard you shuffling because he suddenly asked;
“You’re leaving?”. He seemed genuinely concerned, like he couldn’t possibly imagine why the thought would even cross your mind.
With a snort you pulled on your coat.
“What do you think?” you sputtered, flipping your hair out of your collar.
His voice was stern, “We need to talk about this”
“Oh, I’m not sure we do” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.
“y/n” His voice was pleading but determined. The discussion was clearly not over for him. You, on the other hand had had more than enough.
Wrapping your scarf one lap around your neck, you took a final look around the room before walking out and ending the call.
“Happy anniversary Tak”
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In the Company of Dragons | Daemon Targaryen x OC | Chapter 2
Synopsis: Continuation of the previous chapter - After word spread about Daemon Targaryen's supposed tryst with his niece, the man was seen visiting the Crimson Lady. His exile, and the actions which prompted such a punishment, gave rise to emotions that neither of them truly knew how to process.
Chapters: [1], [2]
Warnings: angst, mentions of !ncest (i mean, it comes with the territory), spoilers for hotd ep 4
Author's note: that last episode really sent me into a spiral. I wrote this second chapter really as a means to reorganize my thoughts on how the show is going. This might turn into a 4-part story (the last 2 parts might come later this month or the next, depending on what we learn from each new episode). This chapter is also a shorter one, because again, it's really me trying to recover from what I watched.
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Daemon Targaryen was nothing if not impulsive and shameless. News of his little night-time excursion with his niece, the heiress to the throne, spread faster than the King’s men could smother it out of the mouths of peasants; and the sight of Caraxes, presumably ferrying Daemon to his exile, landing on the shore of the nameless lake at the foot of Rhaenys’s Hill only stirred rumors anew. For everyone in King’s Landing knew that a certain foreign diplomat dwelt on the lake’s sole islet, in a castle styled in the ways of her faraway people.
Some spoke of strange magic being performed on the grounds of her castle, of a large, feathery beast that was no dragon yet could set the sky on fire with a flap of its wings. Some spoke of her raven-dark hair and otherworldly golden eyes, how it was almost a direct contrast of the Targaryen’s hereditary features. What they could not see, they supplemented with distrust and tall tales. And for them to see the infamous Rogue Prince enter that castle on the islet but not what he and the lady might have done — King Viserys would never hear the end of it.
As it were, the princess was engrossed in calligraphy — or so she made it seem, when her uninvited guest barged into her private chambers. Her guards — loyal troops dispatched by her King Father to protect her and keep an eye on her in equal measures — rushed after him.
“He… He said you were expecting him, your Grace,” one of the guards, Li Huang, stammered.
“I was not,” said Meilin, not lifting her gaze off the scroll on her low writing table.
“Our apologies, your Grace,” said Li Huang, alarmed. The guards grabbed ahold of each of Daemon’s arms, jerking him towards the door. But the Prince refused to budge or say a single word. It would have gone to blows, had she not intervened.
“Leave us,” her tone left no room for argument. Daemon shook off the guards’ hands with a triumphant smirk, as they bowed to their mistress and quietly made their exit.
She did not bother to ask what he was doing here, her face an unreadable, stony mask. The well-practiced flick of her wrist betrayed no sign of anger, nor irritation, nor joy.
“So cold, my Princess,” he broke the silence, one hand on Dark Sister on his belt. He was back in his under-armor, having changed out of his vomit-stained outfit from the previous night. The dark rings under his eyes gave away his rather eventful morning, though. “I have simply come to say goodbye.”
He’d seen her only yesterday, at the banquet Viserys had thrown in his honor. She’d worn a formal dress of pearly silk and an assortment of exquisite jewelry, red ribbons braided into her long hair that fell to the small of her back. She and Rhaenyra had been like dots of color in a sea of grey, when they had sat together under the rustling leaves of an old oak tree in the royal pavilion. He’d almost forgotten about their friendship; both were firstborn daughters to kings, had been haunted by their mothers’ arduous pregnancies, had had to carve out their own place among men. Daemon half-suspected that Meilin understood Rhaenyra in ways that even he could not begin to fathom.
“Are you jealous?” He questioned, taking a step towards where she sat writing. Judging from how Mysaria had reacted to his behavior, it was not entirely outside of the realm of imagination.
She did not respond. So, he took another step. “Or are you angry with me, like my brother? The old fool practically had a knife to my throat.”
Nothing, still. He was now just arm’s length from her, having knelt down to see what sort of writing could have been more interesting to her than his presence. Although he could not understand the foreign script, he spied a tremor in her hand that was not there before.
“It’s not true, what they say,” he started, itching to reach out and make her look at him.
Why should I believe you? She wanted to say. In fact, she wanted to shout it at his face. A mixture of emotions swelled up in her chest, and she knew that if she spoke, the tears would come. But to show him just how much it had affected her would only give him the twisted satisfaction he so desperately sought from ruining his brother, his niece, or anyone who’d had the misfortune of crossing his path — from ruining her.
She figured she only had herself to blame for this, recalling the times he’d gone to her in the dead of the night — when she’d patched up whatever wound the field medic had missed on him, all the while listening to him think out loud. The memories soothed her internal turmoil somewhat, just enough for her to face him now.
“Doesn’t matter if it’s true, and you know that.”
Her words brought a sad smile to Daemon’s face. Whatever satisfaction he would have had from provoking her could not make up for the fact that he’d burnt the last of his bridges with what he’d done. The last of the bridges that mattered, anyway. “I know,” he sighed. The fatigue finally caught up to him — a tiredness that he could feel deep in his soul.
“Under any other circumstance, I’d ask if you might wish to join me,” he continued, reaching into his pocket for a small, rectangular box which he then placed upon her table. When she remained silent, only inspecting his gift with the same stony expression, he straightened up and retraced his steps back to the door.
“Goodbye, Daemon.”
From the slight tilt of his head, she gathered that he’d heard. Later, only after he’d gone far beyond the horizon, did she permit herself to cry. And through her tears, she unwrapped the box — revealing a comb of pure gold, adorned with rubies that fell from one end like droplets of fire.
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Chapter 3 is here!
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Haiiiii ✨💛
*serve minimo tre teglie di tiramisù*
For the AU meme (please do pick just one if these are too much :'D) :
-15 for an Alyra and Aisling tag team (bonus if Merrill is interfering)
-16 for the raccoon of our hearts and/or bearded king Garrett (but the king/queen is someone unexpected OO:)
-26 for all of the babies / two of your choice / it's the TQC crew (omg!) instead and the DM is Darcy bambino mio bellissimo aaaaand of course Shahra has Something To Say about it because the setting is clearly a ballroom scene disguised as a dungeon
MA BUONGIORGIO.
I’m writing this as I start: let’s see if I can make it with three short things to post all together. The first one set my brain on fire and I’m loving it so WHO KNOWS.
Added after the first AU: OOPS.
In my defense: I love urban fantasy and New York settings and this could become a series by itself.
Tis the prompt list
Could be Worse.
15. Urban fantasy/paranormal (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, paranormal investigators, etc.)
It all had seemed a good, innocent enough way to make more money.
Or at least, that’s what Alyra had thought at the start, when she and Morrigan had set up this whole endeavour.
They needed it to keep their house, an old abandoned firehouse that they were slowly and steady renewing. Except, the rent spiked, and neither of them together could allow it anymore. Go figure with a child of 10 in the middle.
So they decided, one night, that combining forces for a little, innocent scam that could bring them some more money, would have been the way to go. They just needed the guts to lie in people face, and they both had it, and competences enough to make their stories plausible - and they had them too.
Morrigan, an History professor at the Saint Nug Community College and part-time herbalist, would have made something up to root their claims in historical evidences, and concoct a fake exorcism. Alyra, a forensic psychologist, would convince old grannies that what they saw was correct. They just needed a scientific counterpart.
Hence when Lavellan came in. A colleague of Morrigan, who couldn’t lie to save her life and was there only because her job didn’t pay her enough to repay her student debt (“You wouldn’t believe how little Columbia pays their PhD students and assistants!” she would say, laughing it off), but beside the weird habit to dance when she had a blowtorch in her hand -who left Alyra extremely worried and had set on fire at least two cardboard boxes, one flower vase and Kieran’s homeworks- she was clever and insanely competent.
Or well, usually.
Not when she was shaking her instrument like it was a spray can, a frown on her face as the relevator beeped and booped wildly.
In front of the client, of course.
“Everything is perfectly all right, Mrs D’Onterre, our expert is just…” Alyra looked behind her, at the blonde who was now hitting her device against the wall as they walked on, muttering something with a pout in her voice. “… Checking that our instruments are perfectly functional. Which they are, right, Dr. Lavellan?”
“Oh? Y-yes, uh…” She blushed and stopped using her relevator as a hammer, retreating it and starting to look at it intentely, a deep frown on her face. They had tried to teach her to make a poker face, with scarce results for now. At least she was aware of it enough to look elsewhere. “… There’s some great activity, here.”
“Which means that we must be close.” Morrigan concluded, much more convincingly, stepping quicker and stopping before the group in front of a closed door. She turned on herself, making a show with a swirl of the fringes of her shawl and a tingle of jewelry as she did so. She dressed the part of the witch, and looked like one, deep kajal making her eyes seem even more poignant in the dim light of the old house. All in black and dark Bordeaux, she looked positively like a raven. “Now, Mrs D’Onterre, I must ask you to leave us alone. We need to commune with the Spirit, for the exorcism to be effective.”
“But I’m sure I could be of help in communicating with my poor, poor husband-” The lady tried to argue, nervously playing with the long string of pearls on her neck.
From the noise of them, Alyra considered, they must have been true: which only meant they could ask for more money than what they initially thought. If only Aisling could behave and stop glaring at the screen as if it had something wrong and she was surprised it reacted, it would have been an easy job, and they would have returned home with a glorious first gig in their pocket, and the money to pay rent.
“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.” Alyra added, with a sympathetic hand coming to rest onto the woman’s shoulder. Her shirt was silk. Of course it was. “Ghosts process grief much more violently than the living. Have you heard of the five stages of grief?”
“I-” The woman looked at her, confused. “Y-yes, of course.”
“Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. One after the other. Our departed add Revenge and Destruction, if they’re treated in the wrong way.”
The woman paled at the revelation. Alyra smiled, faking a sympathy she really didn’t feel in the least.
“I know it’s difficult to stay away from your beloved husband, I promise we’ll call you in if the situation will allow it. We just need to make sure dear old Woodrow is past his Revenge or Destruction phase.”
“I see. Please, do all you can, there’s a Picasso in that room, that was his late mother’s. It would destroy him if some harm came to it.”
Alyra’s smile only grew, as her mild disgust for the woman in front of her. But she was a professional, so she just patted the other woman’s shoulder and promised her they would have been extremely careful and done all they can. Poor old Woodrow only needed assistance to pass into the light, and she could have returned to admire the painting her husband so loved.
And then, finally, after a last recommendation from Morrigan not to open the door, no matter what she heard or saw, they were finally alone in a filthy rich reading room. Scantly lit as well, because if they could afford bookshelves of pure mahogany, a table coffee between two sofas with a marble plane and yes, a damn Picasso painting over the mantel, covered by two flower vases that partially hid it from view, paying for new lightbulbs was definitely too much.
“Fucking parasite.” Alyra hissed.
Morrigan chuckled and started to pour the content of her bag on the coffee table, putting everything in order and sitting on one of the sofas exactly like she belonged, perfectly at ease in the luxury. Hadn’t she known she was born in a hippie community with no running water, Alyra could have thought her for a rundown ex debutante raised in the Upper West Side. She fixed a lighter, an incense burner with some sticks, a bunch of laurel, lavender and rosemary tied together, a small collection of crystals of various colours and shapes, some charts and a golden pendulum.
Which left Alyra free to turn towards the third party, glaring at her and pointing her hands on her hips.
“What did we say about rule number 3?”
“Stick to the plan and follow your hints.” She huffed, fishing a screwdriver out of a pocket of her boiler suit and lowering the goggles on her eyes. They seemed impossibly large and made her look like a fish. “I’m sorry, but this fucking thing is behaving.”
“Behaving how?”
It indeed was still beeping and booping like crazy, filling the room. It was getting pretty annoying, no way around it, and the fact that miss Columbia Doctorate was frowning at him, didn’t bode to anything good.
“It shouldn’t beep like so! It’s supposed to detect electromagnetism in the air… I calibrated it to detect the fields of house appliances, like fridges and A/C units, tvs… But it should not be so loud and insisting. Unless they have a real problem. Something is letting out a strong magnetic field, which makes my relevator react. I don’t know what it is, maybe they have a generator which is malfunctioning, such a strong field can only be caused by a quantity of electricity that isn’t really safe for a house, and if we calculate-”
She stopped, at least, realizing something. She looked up, eyes impossibly big behind the lenses and finally noticing that her colleagues were observing her with utter disinterest in their faces.
“Uhm, either I calibrated it to be way too sensible, or every bits of metal should be magnetic in this house.”
Alyra nodded, and walked briskly to a window, where she tried to stick the house keys to the metal handle. When she let them go, the keys fell to the parquet without a hint of resistance. Huffing in annoyance, the redhead picked them back up.
“Not a magnet. Please make that infernal device stop or I’ll throw it out the window.”
“I’m trying.” Aisling insisted, grumpily, as she slipped her bag on the carpet and sat on the sofa opposite of Morrigan, one ankle folded behind the opposite knee and back curved over her instrument. She fished some more instruments from her bag and set to work.
“Or maybe there’s truly a ghost.” Morrigan said, absent-mindedly, blowing on an incense stick and waving it around.
“Please.” Alyra groaned.
“Why not? This house is very old. XVII century, from the Dutch coloners. The legend says that Gertrude, the daughter of the owners, rich fabric merchants, evoked a demon and killed all her family. And there has been… Quite a few murders in the course of the centuries. All dead by stabbing.”
“We’re in New York City, people stab each other all the times.”
“Not all the time, my love.”
“Remind me to invite you to the next bring your son at work day. You’d be surprised.”
Morrigan chuckled, as she walked around with the incense stick, filling the room with its perfume as she kept on telling the story of that place, and more on the stabbing part. All the victims had been found in that library, all stabbed in the very same vital point. It wasn’t, that much was clear and Alyra worked with the police enough to know it, not the job of an amateur. And with enough mental openness, Morrigan concluded, one could also say that it was the job of not more than one person.
“Or just a bunch of history nerds with prosecution of grandeur and narcissism enough. Do you know how many Zodiacs have appeared?” Alyra muttered, propped on a windowsill and still not convinced.
Still not convinced by the fact that apparently, the smoke all flowed towards a certain corner of the library, right above a big brass globe that worked as liqueur cabinet. Morrigan observed it with interest.
“Odd.”
“There must be an air vent there. Come on, chant some things, spray your water, let’s go. This will cost the old goose enough money for all three of us, and we’ll have pizza on the way back.”
“You really don’t believe in anything unexplainable, do you?” Morrigan turned, cracking half a smile towards her as she raised an eyebrow.
“I think ghosts are just the products of suggestions. There’s no scientific evidence to support sightings, right?”
She turned towards Aisling, who now stood still, looking at the screen with less of a challenge on her face and pure concentration. She rose the goggles back on top of her head, and was munching on the back of the screwdriver absent-mindedly, leaving it beep, and didn’t look up as she spoke.
“Maybe it’s a ghost for real.”
Silence fell on the room. Or well. Almost, because the damned detector was still going crazy.
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t have accepted this job if I didn’t believe in ghosts and the paranormal.” She looked up, blinking at Alyra with disbelief. “You don’t believe in it?”
“Of course not, this is a scam and I have a Master! You’re a Physicist, why do you believe in ghosts?”
“Because the world is that much duller if Nessie doesn’t exist.”
“You do believe in Nessie.”
“Of course! She’s very gentle and I’d like to give her some scratches. Such a good girl.”
“How do you scientifically explain a plesiosaurus in a Scottish loch?”
“There’s so many things Science hasn’t explained yet…”
“I told you she was the right person for this job, love.”
Alyra groaned loudly, and marched to the liqueur cabinet as well. If she was the only rational one that was sure they were scamming a rich idiot and nothing more, and wasn’t there hunting for ghosts, she definitely needed some liquid courage to restore some of her patience. She opened the globe and took out a bottle of whiskey that looked pricey enough. A fresh gust of wind breezed in her face, but she shrugged it and ascribed it to the air vent.
“Alyra-”
“Stop me.”
She uncorked the bottle -an old Glen McKenna from 1936- and brought it to her lips, when the bottle literally exploded in her hand.
She yelped and jumped behind her, covering the spike in noise from the detector behind her. Morrigan jumped at her, pushing her away and pressing her thumb in her palm, hard. Something felt wet there, and when Alyra looked down, there was blood on her hand.
“… Hell of an alarm.”
“We should get back.”
“We are due rent in two days. Clean this mess, say some prayers, take her money and get out.”
“She’ll realize we didn’t do anything, ask the money back and we’ll be over.”
“There’s no ghost!”
“DOWN!”
Aisling yelled, and Morrigan pushed Alyra down on the ground, just in time for a knife to be thrown over their heads, swishing in the air… And stopping its flight right in the centre of the Picasso on the mantelpiece, swinging forlornly this way and that.
The trio froze, as the detector launched a continuous beep in the air. Alyra’s butt was wet with spilled whiskey and she was sure she had other glass shards in her thigh. But all she could think about was another thing.
“Tell me that painting is a fake, please.”
Morrigan swatted her arm, groaning. Except, another knife appeared out of thin air, pointed right at them.
They froze instantly. How quaint, that when he came to bring them food -which was maybe not so casually every time Aisling was in charge of cooking lunch for everyone when they worked- Cullen, Aisling’s boyfriend, an ex-sergeant in the NYPD, suggested to come with them. Just for support and to do the heavy lifting. Alyra dismissed it with a groan, saying that they didn’t need a person more, and they couldn’t have justified his presence too. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but respected the no.
It would have come handy, right now, a fourth person that actually knew how to behave in a fight.
Everyone got stabbed in New York City, after all, and apparently today was their turn.
“We’re here to help!” Aisling declared aloud, talking right to the corner with the globe as she rose up, hands up in the air, a ghastly expression on her face.
The knife stilled.
No one moved.
“Go on.” Morrigan said, voice aloof as her usual, but Alyra knew her enough to read fright in it. Fright, in how her hands were clutched on her arm.
“I- uh- Sure.” The Physicist behind them continued, clearing her throat. “We- we- We were sent by your wife. Your lovely, lovely wife, to help you.”
The knife moved.
“NO! Please!”
The knife stilled.
“I- uh- W-we didn’t want to touch your things. Or… Or offend you. We did offend you, didn’t we? I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
No reaction from the knife. She walked slowly, palms still up in the air, and never turning from facing the corner. She walked around the coffee table and the other sofa, making her way impossibly slowly towards the corner with the liqueur globe.
“I’m Aisling. That’s Alyra, she’s my friend… She apologizes from taking the whiskey. Right?”
“I don’t-”
Two sets of eyes, one green and the other of a hazel so light that it looked yellow in some light, turned to look at her with scolding. Alyra felt the stupidest she ever felt in her life, but whatever trick it was, she played along. Whatever Aisling was doing was working, and by her own rule, everyone should play along. Damned sisterhood.
“I apologize. I shouldn’t have taken the whiskey without asking.”
The knife lowered its point, and Alyra paled considerably.
“See? She’s not that bad. She’s just a little grumpy and abrasive, but she’s very caring.” Aisling kept on, slowly making her way towards the corner.
“I’m not-”
“You are, love, silence.”
“And the other is Morrigan. She’s a good mom and she knows a lot of things! Really a lot. You would like her, if you read all these books. Her office is also full of books.”
The blonde kept chatting and telling trivial things, which incredibly seemed to be working. The knife didn’t raise again, didn’t motion to move and be thrown. It stood there, still in the air as the blonde apparently tried to befriend an invisible presence or a weird tourist trap. Alyra kept chanting in her head that it was just a tourist trap. That it was just a trick with the A/C, that was why the room was suddenly colder and she could see her breath condensed. That the knife was just hanging from a nylon string that they couldn’t see in the dim light. That was why the light was so dim, so they couldn’t see the trick.
Except, when Aisling came to stand right in front of the weapon, telling the presence of the squirrels in Central Park, and about how she saw one rolling down a hill full of fresh fallen leaves, once, and it was so cute. Slowly, very slowy, she managed to move a hand down and gently close her fingers on the handle of the knife.
“-There.” She said, smiling a little forcibly, but still a smile. “I knew you were good, Woodrow!”
She took the knife in her hand took breath to speak again, when someone else spoke.
“I’m not Woodrow.”
The blonde yelped and jumped behind, letting go of the knife. She stomped heavily on glass shards, thankfully with heavy combat boot on, and Morrigan yelped too, retreating over Alyra to dodge the knife that landed on the carpet where her foot was.
“I’m Cole.”
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“… And you’re sure you really don’t mind it?”
Alyra asked, flabbergasted by the… Stoicism or stupidity, she couldn’t say, of Aisling’s boyfriend, leaning casually over the door of what had to be the oldest station wagon in the city.
“There are worse things.” He simply answered, shrugging as if it everything was normal.
“Worse thing? Worse things than welcoming a ghost that started to throw knives at people because in 1776 the one person who could see him asked him to guard the house and don’t let people steal from them? What is worse?”
Her voice sounded shrill, and she knew that from an external point of view she would have really looked like the worst in the little group that collected in front of the old firehouse, between the aforementioned run down station wagon and a Volkswagen Westfalia painted in purple and Bordeaux and ravens. And that group counted Morrigan, still dressed like your friendly neighbour witch, in boho fashion, one ring for finger and burning a bunch of bay leaves and rosemary around a floating takeaway cup of mango lassi that was somehow drinking up from the straw, with a decisive sound of sucking, all by itself, and an Aisling that kept on chatting with said floating takeaway cup. Explaining minutely how mango lassi can solve everything in the world, her mother always said, and how he would have loved the flat, and Cullen’s pancakes the next morning.
Said Cullen, who blinked twice at her, and in the most serious way, like he wasn’t talking with a person who was at her second existential crisis of the day, answered.
“She brought home a horse, last year.”
“Horses exist, ghosts don’t!”
He turned to look at the lassi cup, which lowered in time as a male voice spoke:
“I want to see the squirrels.”
“You don’t need to walk ghosts and clean their poop.” Cullen continued, cool as a cucumber. “And I hope this ghost won’t wake me up munching on my toes. Or sit on the couch and bite if you try to move him.” A pause, and he frowned, finally worried. “He can’t bite, can he?”
“The throwing knives part doesn’t bother you? Seriously??”
“I was in the NYPD. Won’t be the first knife attack of my life, won’t be the last. You’re a forensic psychologist, you should know it.”
Oh yes, Alyra did know it. All too well. And furthermore, she was really at a loss for further counter-arguments about that whole predicament. She could hope to win if it was two against one, using her relationship to Morrigan as a lever, and the old “I’m the mother of your son!” argument. But this was becoming 3 against 1, and ghosts existed, her wounded hand hurt, and all she thought she knew about the world was wrong.
So, she grunted, decided that she could stop playing hysterics, that was Williamsburg and not a playground, they just made it back from Manhattan all in one piece -more or less-, they got paid well, and their ectoplasmic impossible new friend was going to Jackson Heights with Aisling and Cullen. All she had to do and all she did was, now, regain some dignity, ignore how Cullen sympathetically patted her shoulder and told her that Aisling’s mother was right about mango lassi, and to just eat something and go to sleep.
With Alyra’s chagrin because she knew he was right but hated people mothering her.
With Alyra’s even greater chagrin, Aisling bid her goodnight by hugging her tight, as if they were suddenly best friends and without minding that all the redhead did as a comeback was awkwardly patting her back.
They wove their goodbyes as they hopped on the car, and with a half empty lassi floating in the backseat, they drove away into the night and left the other couple on their own.
“You told me it was a scam.” Alyra retorted.
“I told you that potentially it was a scam.” Morrigan blinked, turning annoyed by that discussion. “Only if we didn’t find a ghost. It’s different.”
“You chose her of all people because she’s mad as a hatter?”
“I chose her because she’s really good at what she does. She turned down a research position at Columbia to go and teach at a community college, you know? And yes, because she believes in ghosts and Bigfoot and Nessie.”
“Maybe you should just go as a pair. Marry her and not me and live and work together in a world full of undead teens and seances and werewolves and dragons, without me breaking your rhythm.”
Morrigan looked at her with a look. With disappointment and scepticism, crossing her arms at her chest and bending her head that way. The same way she had looked at her ever since they met, when they disagreed.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Alyra grumbled, turning to get back in the house, marching towards the door.
“I look at you as you should be looked at, right now.” She replied, stopping her with a hand on the shoulder, squeezing.
Alyra turned and let the other hug her. She smelled like laurel and rosemary and incense, the shawl soaked all the perfumes she used in the night. It was a good perfume, and it smelled like her. She melted right into that, sighing heavily and circling her lover with both arms, before speaking again.
“I’m sorry. It was just… A lot to take in, and I’m looking for some easy target to blame to rationalize something that can’t be rationalized.”
“I know, love. It’s going to be all right. She’s right about one thing, tho.”
“…What?” She groaned.
“That Punjabi place was good. I bought you some Biriyani. And a mango lassi.”
“… You too.”
“I’m objective, and you are not. And you’re always grumpier with an empty belly.”
Alyra groaned, pushing the other away and rummaging in her backpack to find the keys, marching up to the door.
“I’m grumpy because ghosts fucking exist and Miss Unicorns and Rainbows wants to fix it with yogurt and mango.”
“It’s a lot to take on, but you know what does it mean?”
“What?”
Morrigan turned, stopping beside her and grinning with the exact same expression of a cat who just put its paws on a big, fat tuna while the fishmongers was distracted.
“We’re gonna make a lot of money out of it.” She grinned more. “So, now get your shit together and eat. Yogurt and mango won’t put you in any more existential crisis, I’m sure, and we do need Unicorns and Rainbows to make those money.”
Alyra then didn’t mind being pushed out of the way, handled a paper bag smelling heavily of spices, and let her fiancée open the door and enter first, with a huff of satisfaction as she sat on the bench and slipped out of her boots.
Maybe she was right, and that was what they needed.
But Alyra, forensic psychologist with a Master, refused to admit that anyone was right on mango lassi as the universal solution to all problems.
She could accept ghosts, but not that.
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The road back to Jackson Height went pleasantly.
No one was around at that hour of the night, so it mattered little if Aisling was turned towards the backseat, smiling and explaining and listening to Cole explaining that he could disappear, if he wanted. But he didn't want, and he wanted something to do.
The way he -dead at fifteen and still sounding much like a teen- said that he needed to be useful to stay in this plane and get friends, and begged them to let him help, clutched at Aisling's heart with a vengeance. Cullen squeezed her hand, knowing, and she assured the ghost that he could stay all day on their couch doing nothing, for all they cared. It was, indeed, a very comfy couch.
They settled up for some more house rules -no haunting electronics, those were a lot of money, no waking up if not for emergencies, no touching the stove- as they went, driving the whole way up to the old ground floor flat they occupied.
Parked the pick up, they showed Cole the inside. It wasn’t much, and Aisling had to put some effort in shooing the pinto horse from the couch and back to the small courtyard outside, but it was well lived in. A yellow couch in front of a tv, a small kitchenette with a fridge all covered in photographs, more photographs and prints on walls painted in a warm shade of teal. A door to the bathroom, one to a bedroom, a glass one to the courtyard. A small table with space for six, another with two chairs outside.
Cole didn’t need a bed, but Cullen made him one on the couch anyway, shrugging it off as just “a trial, see how you like it”, as Aisling put all her instruments from the bag back to a bookshelf near a desk all covered in papers, notes and books in a terrible order.
Half an hour later, the couple bid goodnight to their new roommate, reminded the horse to be on his best behaviour, and closed the bedroom for the night.
They were, actually, too tired to spend much many words, and just hopped in their pjs and under the covers. Aisling curled up against Cullen’s side, as he switched the light off.
But evidently some more words were there to spend. After ten minutes in the dark, Aisling spoke again.
“Cullen?”
“Mh.”
“Are you sleeping?”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“No Quantum Mechanics after dinner, hon.”
“Mpf, it’s not Physics.”
“Go on, then.”
She shifted on his side, crossing her arms on his chest to look him in the face as she made it.
“You worked with Alyra when you were in the police, right?”
“Some times, yes.”
“Does she hate me?”
Cullen opened an eye, looking at the silhouette of her face in the dark. And sighed heavily.
“She doesn’t.”
“But she always, always look at me with such an annoyed face… I don’t know, I feel like I’m always saying the wrong thing.”
“Does she blink when she looks at you?”
“Uh?”
He sighed, shifting a little to get more comfortable under her weight, recalling years ago, before he resigned from the central.
“She always looked annoyed and grumpy. At everyone. And yet she always had a helping hand. But when she was pissed off for real… She looked at you without blinking, let you finish speaking and then destroyed you with words.”
He bent up slightly, pushing his head forward to plant a kiss on Aisling’s forehead, affectionately.
“Mh. I was thinking to quit.”
“What? Why? You’ve been so happy to go at their place.”
He sat up, propping himself on his elbows and switching the lamp on the side table on back again. She blinked in the light, shifting to rest her head on his stomach, fingers absent-mindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t look at him.
“I like Morrigan, a lot. And Kieran too… But if Alyra doesn’t like me… I don’t want to be annoying. I know we need the money… But I don’t know, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I should go back to uni.”
“Ash.”
“I think that if I called, Dorian and Solas could get me back my job. It was paid badly, but…”
“Ash, you hated it. They paid you awfully litte. No.”
“I brought home a ghost, Cullen! Who tried to kill me!”
He frowned down at her, with reproach.
“Little Brother tries to kill us twice a week, I remind you. How many toes has he broken you?”
“That’s different! Cole is a ghost!”
Cullen sighed heavily, moving to pick her up and bring her bust up against his. She helped the movement, grumpy but not so angry as to avoid the contact. He sat her on his lap, crossing his fingers on her waist, as she circled his chest.
“Honey, you know I love, you, right?”
“Yes, and…?”
“… And I love you, but honestly ‘we found a ghost, can I keep him’, it’s not remotely the weirdest thing you ever told me or asked me.”
A moment of silence, and she frowned at him.
“What the fuck, Cullen??”
“It’s not you and Dorian talking about Quantum Mechanics over dinner and expecting me to understand.”
“We made it easy! I teach, and he’s-”
“Quantum Mechanics, Aisling. With formulas.”
Another moment of silence.
“And demonstrations.” Cullen concluded.
Aisling pushed back to face him and give him a look full of disbelief and reproach, before slipping down and flopping heavily at his side, on her back with her arms crossed on her chest.
“See, that’s why I went to teach to Saint Nug. You could understand us if you just had some more maths-”
He chuckled, slipping down himself to hug her and press a kiss on her temple, soothingly.
“It’s a lot, that’s true. But it’s gonna be fine, honey. We faced worse things.”
“Like Quantum Mechanics at dinner?”
“I’ll admit that isn’t remotely the worse thing, even if I understand more your mother when she speaks Bengali.”
She laughed through a kiss, trying and failing to kiss her boyfriend back. She had more luck with just snaking her arms around his neck in a hug, finally relaxed.
“How come?”
“Have you ever tried your own cooking?”
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#morrigan x mahariel#cullavellan#paranormal investigation AU#aisling lavellan#alyra mahariel#writing petrel#if you can catch all the references you win a muffin!
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Hey first of all, I love your stories :) have been reading them for days and can’t get enough of them.
I have a question, could you possibly write a morticia/Larissa/ f reader story? Something like reader is a teacher at Nevermore and goes into Larissa’s office and being in thoughts she just forgets to knock and she catches morticia and Larissa making out, reader flushes and wants to flee but then they start seducing r and they both „fight“ over being the dominant and figure out a punishment for r ( funishment being edging, spanking or whatever you decide) , for not knocking but in the end they have a great threesome and decide to make it their staple once or twice a month to meet ;)
Thank you have a great day :)
Accidentally on purpose 18+
*Authors note~ I hope this is okay. I've done similar for Leonora lesso but less detailed. So here's my attempted at a detailed Larissa version.*
Trigger warning~threesome strap on degrading praise edging
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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You were the newest staff member at Nevermore Academy, it was an adjustment for sure yet you couldn't have been any happier doing your dream job and being around the students made you happy. Your were the schools new sorcery teacher, and you truly felt so welcomed. You'd been told to that should you need anything at all, to go and find Larissa in her office. Maybe that's why you made your way there blindly, it was really only one of the few places you knew how to find.
You were so lost in thought of trying to make sure you found the right room, maybe that's why you just opened the door on autopilot, completely forgetting that knocking was customary. Although what lay on the other side of the door reinforced why knocking was a necessity.
Larissa sat at her desk, with the potions teacher sat on her lap as they were otherwise engaged. You felt your cheeks flushing at the sight alone, your sexuality being rather private considering you'd only recently started here. The women dressed in a skin tight floor length dress with raven black long hair was rubbing her hands all over the headmistress's body, while Larissa's hands found their way to her back and tangling in her hair. Neither of them seeming to notice the new arrival in the room until you coughed trying to disguise your true feeling at the sight.
Both women pulled apart to assess who was here, both seemingly having the same idea as they allowed their eyes to roam your body before glancing at each other. You felt torn under their gaze, half of you wanting to apologise and leave the room and the other wanting to see where things would go. You must have worn your confusion on your face because both women were up and at your side instantly. Larissa coming to whisper in your ear while Morticia took a hold of your hand and brought it to her lips.
"Um I uh I'm sorry I should've knocked" you whimpered enjoying the attention but also confused. "Oh Rissa we have a shy one? Let me play with her please" she purred and Larissa just smirked and nipped your ear, "want us to play with you sweetheart?" All you could do is nod your consent allowing them to lead you into Larissa's adjoined bedroom. Morticia was quick to claim your lips with her own while Larissa moved around the room preparing what she would need for her girls.
"Tisha darling why don't you share are guest? Go sit pretty for me darling" Larissa purred and Morticia moved herself from you following the command. It was very clear the Larissa would be the more dominant and apparently Morticia opting to slip in as a middle. Truthfully, the idea of being used by the women exciting you. Larissa made quick work kissing over down your neck before sucking on your pulse point. "Sweetheart your okay with this right? You don't have to do this love" she whispered pressing kisses on your cheeks. "I want to" you whimpered before claiming Larissa's lips with yous. There was a distant whimper from the bed as Morticia sat pretty watching the show.
Larissa stripped your clothing down as well as her own leaving all three of you bare and accessible. Larissa giving Morticia a kiss before instructing you to settle between Morticia's milky white thighs. You immediately placed sloppy kisses and nips marking up her pale thighs before being your mouth to her core. She was absolutely soaked and you couldn't help but lap up the slick that lay there. You were vaguely aware of Larissa sitting on Morticia's face, instructing her to please her while moaning a string of filthy comments. "Yes Tish! There good girl. Look at you letting us use you like the whore you are." The blonde moaned out cumming on the raven haired woman's face, drenching it in cum. You made sure Morticia was straight after falling over that pleasurable edge, all while rubbing your thighs together trying to gain some friction of some sort.
You stayed between her thighs as you lapped at her cunt gently cleaning her while Larissa and Morticia shared a passionate kiss. You felt the bed dip and a hand into your hair tugging it to signal they wanted up. Instantly, you realised that Morticia was off the bed and strapping up while Larissa kissed down your body and paid attention to your chest, you hardly noticed she had already shifted her female anatomy into a male version. She guided your hand down allowing you to feel just how hard she was for you. The gasp of shock allowed her to take advantage of the kiss you were sharing as her tongue explored your mouth.
"Mon chéri, isn't it time you shared the toy? I want to use one of pretty holes" she purred kissing the blondes neck. It was a little awkward but you were pulled up on your hands and knees, Larissa underneath you stroking her length while Morticia knelt behind adding lube to her black strap. In tandem they bother entered your needy holes in sync. Once they found the rhythm, you swore you'd never felt anything quite like this. All you could do is whimper and mewl at the pair as they used you as nothing more than their fuck toy. Edging you as part of your punishment for stumbling into the office without knocking all while teasing you, “it was accidentally on purpose was it sweetheart? Look at how you’re taking us both like the needy whore you are. Such a cock slut for us.” Not stopping until came three times, milking Larissa's cock with your pussys walls as she came inside of you. You all came down from your high exhausted but stated. You all knew this had to happen again in the near future.
Despite the unusual situation both the elder women provided you with the best after care you had ever experienced. They were kind and gentle whispering words of care and reassurance between you all. The three of you ended up snuggled in bed with each other where you all fell asleep.
Word count~ 1205
#fanfic#anon answered#larissa weems#larissa x morticia#larissa x reader#Larissa x reader x morticia#larissa weems smut#larissa x you#principal larissa weems x reader#principal larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#Larissa x morticia smut#anon request#anon requested
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It's short because I lost motivation right after the first paragraph.
Summary: Amity gets injured while training and Lilith cares for her.
Outside of Lilith’s cottage, Amity and her mentor were practicing spells. It was their training day, which meant spells and stamina. Lilith was summoning training abominations while Amity had to try to fend them off. It was going pretty well, until one of Amity’s spells backfired on her and ended up shooting her backwards in the air.
Lilith looked over in shock and quickly ran over to her. She heard soft sobs and immediately knelt down to her. She noticed her leggings were ripped and there was blood dripping out.
“Amity, dear, are you okay?!” She worried. The girl began to sob in pain. Lilith could tell she was starting to regress since Amity wasn’t one to cry over these things.
“Sh, sh, its okay,” Lilith hugged her and began rocking her to try and calm her down. It started to work because the girl's sobs died down but tears were still running down her face. However, the sweet mannerism made her feel even smaller.
“Come on, let's go inside so we can clean these,” Lilith helped Amity stand and the two walked back into the house. Amity gripped onto her mentors hand as if her life depended on it.
Since Amity was a bit dirty from training, Lilith decided to give her a bath. Luckily, the bath didn't agitate her wounds. It was actually quite soothing. Amity played with a few rubber ducks while Lilith helped put soap on her and rinse it off.
Once they were done, Amity was dressed in baggy pajamas and set on the couch with a stuffed animal while Lilith went to grab the med kit. The palisman raven was watching over Amity as she played with the stuffy, making sure she didn't hurt herself or get into trouble.
“Hey, dear, you feeling better?” Lilith asked as she walked into the room with a small case.
“Mhm! Thanks for the stuffy! D’ey calm me down,” Amity answered back.
“Alright, that's great to hear, but we still need to clean up your knees. I know you took a bath but we need to sanitize your boo-boos properly,” The mentor explained. Amity nodded and moved over a bit so her legs were dangling off the couch.
Lilith got out the cotton swab and put some rubbing alcohol on it.
“This might feel hurty, sweetie, but it'll only be for a few seconds,” She promised the girl before carefully applying the cotton swab to her wound. Amity whimpered and sniffled. She hugged the plushy tighter and dug her face in it, to hide and dry off her new tears.
“You're such a brave little girl,” Lilith told her once she was done. Amity smiled, knowing the pain would be over. However, her eyelids grew heavy and she felt sleepy. The stuffy was also very comfortable to cuddle, making her even more tired.
Lilith noticed this and laid her down, tucking a blanket around her. She gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, prompting Amity to giggle in her sleepy haze.
A thumb manages to make its way into her mouth as she begins to fall asleep. Even though Lilith didn't like that she was using her thumb, it was the closest thing they had to a pacifier.
With that, Lilith leaves the room to let her sleep.
#age regression#safe agere#sfw agere#toh agere#the owl house#the owl house age regression#agere writing#agere fanfic#amity blight#little amity#agere caregiver#caregiver Lilith
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#20 for the Reaper Squad? (Loving all of the prompt fills btw!)
20. 🎩your costume is stupid but just you wait until you see mine
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Taako was starting to think the Raven Queen didn't actually need Reapers and she just kept Kravitz around because she thought he was funny. And he was! He was funny, sometimes. But this was the third time in two weeks that Taako had opened the door to his living room and seen Kravitz dressed up in some gods-awful outfit and Taako really had to start taking a deep dive into what exactly a Reaper did, but it sure wasn't "catch necromancers with proficiency".
"I don't think I can do this anymore," Taako said, pausing in the doorframe. Kravitz shot up from his seat on the couch.
"Taako!" he said, coming towards him with his hands out to reach for Taako's own. Not very subtly, Taako took a step back. Kravitz pursed his lips together to fight a grin. "Do you not like my outfit, babe?"
"Mhhh," Taako said. "It's... a look."
Kravitz smiled- very restrained, which just made the whole thing worse. The loud, clashy makeup was not doing him any favors. The pink wig deffo didn't help. The... clown outfit. Ehgghggh. Gods. Taako saved the multi-verse for this?
"There's a necromancer in the Neverwinter Circus," Kravitz said.
"Sure there is," Taako said, stepping into the room again. He stayed near the walls as if Kravitz was a rabid dog on a short chain. "Listen, bones, you look, uh- nice? But I do gotta go do... school things. In the kitchen."
"School things in the kitchen," Kravitz repeated, clearly not believing him.
"Yeah," Taako said. "So you have fun-"
There was a door slam from upstairs. Taako booked it for the kitchen door but a mage hand shut it before he could get through. He shot Kravitz a look, but he held up gloved clown hands to prove his innocence. Taako shot back across the room towards the door he had come through, but a different mage hand shut that as well. The lights dimmed. Taako sunk to the floor.
"You think his outfit is stupid?" said Lup's voice from the top of the stairs. Very dramatically, a spotlight focused on the bottom of the stairs, waiting.
This was hell. He was in hell.
"Just wait 'til you see mine!"
She landed with a thud at the bottom of the stairs, her shoes making a noise, not unlike two whoopie cushions going off at once. She had on a big poofy skirt and a ridiculously large bowtie, almost on par with the one Kravitz had. Her hair was tucked under a wig of her own, a big rainbow afro. There was a tiny hat on top of it with the word "PARTY ANIMAL" written.
Taako wheezed so hard that he hurt his throat. The lights came flooding back as he buried his head in his hands, laughing. Lup's shoes told him she was making her way over to him.
"What'd'ya think?" she asked and Taako, unable to speak through the choked laughter, just waved a hand at her to get her to go away. When he looked up, she was right in his face, which would have been terrifying if she didn't look so fucking stupid.
"I- I hate your guts," Taako said and Lup stood back, looking pleased with herself. The lights flickered a few more times and dimmed again.
"If you think her outfit is stupid," that was Barry's voice now, at the top of the stairs. Taako tried to crawl his way towards the door but just ended up leaning against the wall and shutting his eyes, trying to stop laughing. "Just wait 'til you see mine!"
Barry didn't jump down the stairs like Lup had, but the sound his shoes made were somehow even worse. Like fantasy Squidward Tentacles but on rollerskates. Taako looked up just in time to see Barry's outfit, a full deck of jeans-themed clown apparel- before he cut off his own laugh to Blink out of the room. He reappeared in the kitchen, locking the door from the inside. From the other side of the door, he heard Barry say,
"Aw, did he not like it?"
Taako really wished he lived alone.
(No, he didn't.)
#taako#kravitz#taakitz#barry bluejeans#lup#blupjeans#minor but there sldkfsd#mine#asks#anon#ise cube writing
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In Ever After High's busy castleteria, where students gathered for breakfast, a routine buzz filled the air. Tables were alive with talk and clinking dishes, setting the scene. However, among the bustling crowd, Raven's usual spot sat empty.
“Where’s Raven, Apple?” said Mira, clearly annoyed at Apple.
“Oh, she’s getting ready…” Apple stuttered.
Mira raised an eyebrow. “I don’t buy that,” she said, leaning towards Apple. “My daughter isn’t late for no reason, Apple. Where is she?” Mira's voice had a commanding tone.
“Well, you see...” said Apple shiftily. “She got to the dorm late last night, and she kinda overslept. When I finished getting ready, I tried waking her up, but she doesn’t want to get out of bed.”
“Did she wake up?” said Mira.
“Well, yeah... only to scream at me to be quiet and scare my little birdies away from my daily morning singing.”
Mira laughed. “As she should. I don’t know how my daughter puts up with you.” Apple looked hurt.
“I’m gonna go check up on her,” said Mira as she got up from her seat.
Mira walked the long, slow route back to the dorms and, for some reason, had a wave of nostalgia when she used to go there.
She approached Raven’s dorm room and let out a knock. No response. She knocked again. Still, no response.
“Ugh!” she thought and let herself in.
“Raven?” Mira called out. She saw Raven fast asleep, effortlessly beautiful.
“Shut up, Apple!” Raven grumbled in her sleep, prompting an unexpected laugh from Mira, who couldn't help but find the situation amusing.
“Get up, Raven,” she said while laughing. Raven opened her eyes, “Oh, Mira. What are you doing here?”
“Waking you up,” she said with her hands on her hips. Raven let out a sigh and got up.
“Hey, by the way...” Mira began. “Where were you last night? You came in very late; don’t do it again,” Mira said.
“Well, sorry Mira, but last time I checked, you aren’t my mother.” Mira smiled.
“I was out for a run, and then, I came back here because it started to rain,” Raven said. “Oh...” said Mira. “I should shower; I’m gonna be late to class.” “Yeah... you go do that,” said Mira.
Raven got into the shower and did her usual routine. She thought about the other night; she loved running, but she never ran at night.
Mira was busy in Raven’s closet, picking out her outfit. She loved styling Raven when she was a little girl. She picked out some sheer black tights, a dark purple turtleneck to keep her warm, and a dark purple skirt with a short gray-ish fur coat.
“Somethings missing,” she said. “Aha! This outfit needs long boots,” she said. She laid out the outfit and waited for her reaction.
Raven got out of the shower with her shower robe and slippers. The hot water made Raven’s cheeks all pink, and her lips pink; her little walk out of the shower reminded Mira of her toddler days.
“Oh Mira!” said Raven. “I didn’t know you’d be staying!” She laughed.
“Um, sorry... I was gonna leave to give you privacy, but I picked out your outfit!” she said excitedly.
Raven smiled. “Oh my crown! Show me!” She looked at her outfit and was in shock; this fitted her taste perfectly!
“Wow Mira! I love your taste in fashion!” she said. Mira smiled. “Get dressed and let’s get breakfast in BookEnd,” she said commandingly as she walked to the door.
“But... we would miss school...” said Raven.
“Um, last time I checked, you’d be sleeping in till 11 if I hadn’t woken you up,” Mira said sassily.
Raven laughed. “Fine, I’ll meet you in ten minutes.”
As she got dressed, she had absolutely no idea what happened to her last night. All she remembered was that she needed to clear her head.
She was running fast. She was angry; she didn’t know why. It wasn’t just about Faybelle; it was about this whole year.
She finished getting ready and got out of her dorm room to find Mira sitting on the couch, waiting for her. “Okay, I'm ready!” said Raven.
“Awww! You look wickedly adorable!” said Mira. Raven smiled. “Thanks!”
Mira gave a quick smile. “Anyways...” “Why did you go for a run late at night?” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, I needed to clear my head.” “Why?”
“Because everything’s been chaotic these days. Everyone suddenly wants to befriend me. Believe me, I love it! But I feel like this all is weird... especially since everyone used to fear me.”
“Ah... this is why being evil is better! No one pressures you, and you could live freely without anyone telling you what to do. That’s the reason why you rebelled... right?”
“Well, yeah...” “Yeah! Stick to that.”
“No, I made my choice ON legacy day. I don’t want to be evil; that’s the whole reason why I rebelled.”
“This is going to turn into an argument,” Mira thought. She dismissed the conversation. “Fine,” she sighed, “let’s go get you breakfast.” Raven smiled. “I appreciate that you’d be asking about me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Mira. The two girls went to BookEnd, and Raven insisted they’d go to the Mad Hatter’s Habberdashery and Tea Shoppe. They had breakfast, laughed, and talked about Raven’s childhood.
“I remember when I was like six; I used to force my mom to watch Barbie, and she’d only watch it if we played The Princess and The Pauper!” Raven laughed.
Mira laughed too, clearly remembering it too. “I bet your mom was sooo beautiful,” said Mira, wanting to have a little fun.
Raven smiled. “Yeah, she really was. She still is, to be honest,” Raven said proudly.
Mira smiled so hard that the Evil Queen in her just wanted to squeal excitedly and give Raven kisses like she used to whenever young Raven told her she was beautiful.
The end,
Is just the beginning.
Note: don’t steal my work.
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