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arabellasleopardcoat · 9 months

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MAD (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Caught in the crossfire of your familiy's ploys, you never expected to catch the eye of the enemy.

Warnings: Mature language.

A/N: Did you know there are nine meanings for mad in the dictionary? Credits to Wikipedia for the one in the banner. As always, this is already written, broken up for easier reading and editing.

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“I don’t understand.” Your father lifts the letter to the light, as if he is about to uncover some secret in the parchment. His expression is absolutely puzzled. “Are they really trying to sell an insult as a compliment?”

“That’s Otto Hightower for you.” Your grandfather answers. You stop kicking your legs from your place near the fireplace, suddenly interested. Unsure what Otto Hightower has to do with you, you try listening closely. No one has told you yet why you have been summoned, but you would love to know. “But the order comes bearing his brother’s seal. We cannot refuse him.”

“We can’t? It’s worded as a question.”

“A question with King’s Viserys’s seal? Oh, don’t be naive.” Your grandfather scoffs.

Sensing an argument, you decide to tune it out. Like most families, yours can go at it for hours. You kick a bit more, then get up to look through the window. You wish you could be outside, soaking up the sun. The day is too pretty to miss on, and The Reach is always so nice during the spring.

They are still bickering, and taking no notice of your change in position when something catches your ear.

“The girl has to go to court.”

A trip to the capital. You at court? But why? You are a lady from a minor house, and not even an important one. Your family can’t raise many men, nor do they have countless funds. Your greatest ambition in life has been to marry into another family from The Reach and not having to leave your family behind.

“To teach Princess Helaena about bees?” Your father glares at your grandfather. “They aren’t even trying to disguise it, father.”

Teaching a royal girl about bees? It was strange, for sure. You had heard about Princess Helaena’s oddities, but you doubted they extended to wanting to learn how to produce her own honey. You doubted her family would approve, either.

From your limited knowledge of mothers, they disliked daughters crawling in the mud or chasing bugs. They thought it was not ladylike. You had no doubts Queen Alicent was the same.

Chasing of bees aside, you have been nothing but a dutiful daughter. All your life you have kept up to date with your studies and readings, assisted the Sept weekly and learned the finest arts. Thanks to it, you know enough of the world to recognize your lack of importance. Princesses don’t befriend unimportant farm girls, much less ask to have them as their companions. They befriend girls of similar status, girls who will inherit extensive lands and riches.

You are neither. You will get, of course, when your Lord Father dies, a small plot of land for yourself. Not exactly the Red Keep or Winterfell, but not a hut either. The family business is profitable, as always. Producing honey for the Seven Kingdoms means you are not living in poverty. But its nowhere near the level of these people.

So what could they want with you? There is only one possible answer. A political move. One worth befriending someone so unimportant. And what better than silencing your grandfather? You know his opposition to your Liege Lord’s brother has been making waves. His constant backing of Princess Rhaenyra has angered Ser Otto. The fact that the proposal, signed by King Viserys, also wears the seal of Lord Hightower means you can’t say no.

“It’s a show of strength. I have no doubt he could order her to marry one of his family members if he wanted to. He is warning me.” The confirmation of your suspicions makes you feel strangely empty. Your grandfather sounds scared, which is not a common occurrence. Despite his old age, the man is still a menace. A bright politician, and an even more fearsome Lord.

“And are you going to listen, grandfather?” Your pulse beats loudly in your ears. You don’t want to leave your home. Never had you thought it would be like, this, you thought you had time. And whatever these people want to do to you, it can’t be good.

You are scared. House Targaryen is nasty, and you doubt you will find any sort of solace in the ladies at court. You are soon to become an upjumped noble. A girl, who with gods knows what trickery, has ensnared a Princess to do her bidding and secured herself one of the most prestigious positions in the realm.

You will be entering a nest of vipers in less than a week. Any mistake might mean the ruin of your grandfather and yours. You should be scared. Yet, fear is not the only thing in your mind. White, hot, blinding rage builds up in your throat and fills you with the urge to scream.

“My dear girl, I have no choice.”

“I don’t understand why I have to court her.” Aemond leans in, placing both of his hands on the table. He can already hear the smug comment Aegon is about to make. “House Beesbury brings nothing to the table. They are not prestigious, nor are they rich, and they are already sworn to us.”

It makes no sense. When you are a Prince, you marry to secure alliances. You don’t marry your vassals, not when they are already loyal to you.

“And haven’t you thought you deserve her, brother? With that stick up your ass and…”

Why is Aegon even here? Aemond does not mind his presence, but more his lack of gravitas. He seems to have a chronic inability to take anything seriously. It’s not that that bothers him, really. Too often, Aemond has found himself hiding a smile at his brother’s antics. But this is really not the time.

In his eyes, nothing is more serious than getting married. Even if he can’t understand yet why this girl in particular.

There must be some reason he is not seeing. You might be pretty, or his grandsire and mother might think you are a good match. You will be inheriting lands, which is always nice. It means having a place to retire to when life in court gets too stifling. But many other ladies will, too. So why does his grandsire insist on you?

“Aegon!” His mother pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. Then, towards Aemond. “Do not listen to your brother. That is certainly not the reason. Your grandsire…”

“It’s not that I oppose the match, mother. Or that I refuse to court her.” Aemond does not want her or his grandsire to get the wrong impression. He intends to fulfill his duty. If he has to marry the girl, he marries her, no matter his opinion. “I’m just puzzled about the reasoning.”

“I think this will be a valuable lesson for you both.” His grandsire takes out a list of names and a quill. “That’s why we called Aegon in here, too.”

“Are we really going to talk politics? How dull.” Aegon complains, but no one pays attention to him.

“This is an account of the Small Council voting tendencies in the last month.” His grandsire explains, now in full lecture mode. The parchment, now that Aemond is paying more attention to it, doesn’t have only a list of names, but a tally. “As you can see, the backing of my proposals changes, but there is one constant. Can you tell what it is?”

Aemond grabs the parchment and takes a look. It takes him a while, but he notices a pattern. At first, he doesn’t dare mention it. He is not sure of having the right answer and hates being wrong about it.

Some people say that mistakes aid learning. To Aemond, mistakes are painful, and often embarrassing. It’s why he puts the parchment down in front of Aegon and stays quiet, despite knowing he is right.

A few minutes pass. Aegon stares at the parchment. He squints at it, but since he is most probably drunk, he can’t make sense of it.

His grandsire clears his throat.

“Lord Beesbury never backs you.” Aemond finally says. Now, he understands why you. To control your family. “How can that be? House Hightower is his overlord.”

“Perhaps at The Reach, he can’t refuse a Hightower. But as the Master of Coin, he can always excuse himself on a lack of funds.”

“So the man is a cunt. And you reward him by having his granddaughter marry Aemond?” Aegon frowns, showing he is more invested in the explanation than he appears to be. Aemond will never understand why he feels the need to downplay his intelligence. “I’m lost, I think.”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, if you will.” Otto circles Beesbury’s name on the list. “He could give us a lot of trouble, not only here, but at Oldtown. It will neutralize him.” Of course. House Hightower would look weak, if they can't get a handle on the Beesburys. But marriage? Is that the solution?

“How?” Aemond frowns. He can understand keeping a close eye on the man, but it feels like much more of a reward than neutralizing him. All their other vassals might think it weakness. Act out, and your daughter will marry up. If it were up to Aemond, he would just kick him out of the Small Council and be done with it. He doesn’t believe in people’s good nature, after all. “By keeping him happy for a while? Gratefulness never lasts, grandsire.”

“No.” His mother speaks for the first time. Her lips are tense, as if tasting a particularly sour drink. It’s clear Alicent doesn’t agree and finds the whole matter distasteful. If Aemond were a woman, he might, too. But he, thanks to the Seven, was spared from that weakness of character. “By giving us a permanent hostage.”

“And teaching him a lesson.” Otto adds, giving him a pointed look. His brown eyes meet Aemond’s, as if silently conveying a message. No more words are needed then. Aemond understands what he is trying to say without having to speak the words aloud. He has grown used to sparing his mother’s sensibilities. She would be horrified and disappointed, if she knew exactly what they were planning.

It’s expected he leads you into some sort of scandal. Something that would mean your ruin, perhaps taking your maidenhead in a chamber close enough for others to hear. Or perhaps, that he times a servant to enter just right. Even leaving you with child before wedlock.

Lord Beesbury doesn’t know, and probably won’t know until it’s too late, that Aemond intends to marry you. The scandal alone will be enough to frighten him into compliance. And once you are ruined enough, Aemond will sweep in to save your reputation, cementing Beesbury’s loyalties. The man will not dare refuse them, after it.

Still, his mother’s words rattle him. He doesn’t know if it’s better or worse, that she thinks that’s what’s about to happen. But her experiences with marriage have not been the best, either.

“Hostage? Mother, surely you know I would never treat her unkindly.” He means it. Marriage vows instruct on the most sacred duty. A man must protect his wife, not hurt her. The Seven Pointed Star says that he will have a duty to discipline her, of course, but for her own good. Never Aemond would raise a hand to his wife in cruelty.

He might be willing to ruin your reputation, but he draws the line at hurting you. It’s just not who he is. Aemond has heard enough tales of knighthood to know that’s simply not how an honorable man behaves.

Honorable men weren’t supposed to trick young maidens, either. But that was fine. He would marry you after it, so it didn’t count. It was just taking what was his a little earlier.

“We know, Aemond. But her grandfather does not.” Alicent leans in, to squeeze his hand. It’s that when the doubt assaults him. What if he does ruin you and your family still refuses to hand you to him? What if Lord Beesbury thinks Aemond will hurt you and decides to say no to the marriage? In that case, Aemond would be a despicable person. He would ruin your future, your purity, the most sacred thing a maiden has, for nothing.

“And if he refuses?” Because Aemond would not hand his granddaughter to a man like him. And if Lord Beesbury had any sense, he wouldn’t, either.

“She will come here as a companion for Helaena.” His grandsire smiles. Aemond looks at him, trying to show him he is still not reassured. Otto’s smile widens. Instead of a casual announcement, the words he says next are exclusively for Aemond. “My brother will force his hand if he has to.”

Aemond grins back. It’s not that he would have to just send you to court. If your grandfather doesn’t consent to the marriage later on, he will find himself having to fulfill an impossible condition or perhaps threatened to lose all he has. You will marry Aemond, even if your overlord has to order you to.

It must be done carefully. One of the rules of being a great house is never humiliating their vassals, or abusing them. Asking a man to hand over his granddaughter would be in bad taste, of course. It has to be avoided if possible. So it will be up to Aemond to see that the little lamb delivers herself for the slaughter. He has to tangle you enough that no one suspects the Hightowers’s involvement.

“When does she get here?”

How hard can it be, really? Aegon certainly is more than capable of getting women in his bed, after all. If he can do it, why couldn't Aemond? He has seen enough Lords court Ladies, has read all the books on courtly love and even some romances his mother likes. He has also seen how women swoon around Cole. And you are a farm girl. Easy to impress. Besides, half the women of the realm dream of marrying a Prince.

Aemond will plan accordingly and sweep you off your feet. He can do it. He just needs time.

“If everything goes according to plan.” Which it would because it was his grandfather who had made it. “In a fortnight.”

The dismay must have shown on his face because Aegon snickers.

“Think of the bright side, Aemond. Your little bee has to have the sweetest cunt in the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Aegon!”

“What, don't they claim to be descended from Ellyn Ever Sweet?”

You needed to be coaxed out of your sulk. Nothing excited you, after hearing the terrible news. Not even getting two new dresses made, and some aprons.

Well. Perhaps the new dresses. Your father had allowed you to order them in your favorite colors, in a rare respite from the black and yellow from your house. Still, you were angry. You didn’t want to leave the safety of Honeyholt.

“You should think of it as an adventure.” Your father had advised you, on your last night before departing. “Not many girls get to see Westeros before the day they are sent off to marry. And you get to see King’s Landing, too.”

Fuming as you were, you didn’t think it was valuable advice. Your father was, more often than not, a fool. Or so your mother said.

But as the carriage slowly started to leave behind the roads you knew, you discovered there was more to see in The Reach than just Oldtown. Your anger slowly started to fade, replaced by wonder and newly discovered freedom. Your grandfather, travelling with you, had never been the type to keep a close eye on you.

Lord Beesbury had grandchildren for one reason, and one reason only. To spoil them rotten. Unlike your mother, he didn’t believe in chastising you for your behavior or getting you to behave in a ladylike manner. He just wanted you to be happy.

That fact was what made you listen to him when he decided to try to teach you how to survive in court.

“It's no use being angry, little bee.” Your grandfather had said, as you gazed through the window in anger. “We need to think of ways of turning this to our favor.”

And so, the two of you had come up with three rules of behavior. One, never being alone with any man who was not part of your family. Two, never being alone with any Targaryen. And three, being on your most charming behavior. This was a good opportunity to show your beauty and grace to other houses, and perhaps get a better marriage. One that benefited your house and kept you out of the Hightower’s clutches. Now that was an objective you could get behind.

King’s Landing was not what you expected. You had thought the capital would be something like Oldtown, or other cities of The Reach. Carefully planned, either be in a Cyvasse board design or concentric circles. But to get to the center of the city, you had to go through dirty roads, slums and strange settlements.

It was clear the growth of the city had not had any thought behind it. The population was not educated, either, because you had seen some emptying their chamber pots on the streets. The stench alone spoke of a place that didn’t know the wonders of aqueducts.

And all was so gray. So dull. There was hardly any vegetation. Were it not for the fact the city had a port, you would have wondered where they got all their food.

Your grandfather aids your descent from the carriage, a hand firmly on yours to make sure you don’t trip. It would be a disgrace if you were to fall here. The path looks like it has not been cleaned during its whole existence. You do your best to smile and not show how unimpressed you are.

It’s then when you get your first look at Otto Hightower. He stands tall and proud at the gates of the Red Keep, as if he owned the place. Perhaps he thinks he does. You have heard that he disagrees with the succession order King Viserys has set.

He must feel King, already, thinking it will be Prince Aegon who will inherit the throne. The disloyalty and the greed of the man truly know no bounds. He would rather betray the King he has sworn to serve and place a drunk on the throne than have a Queen.

Otto Hightower is serious and slender, marked apart by the brooch he wears. Behind him, in a shock of silver hair, stand three more people.

The only woman, sweet faced, has to be Princess Helaena. It’s easy to recognize her, from your grandfather’s briefing. The two of you have decided her to be the most innocuous. According to your grandfather, there is not a single mean bone in her body. Besides, you doubt she is in any plot. Her family mocks her for not being all there, you doubt they would include her.

Next to her, judging by the lecherous expression and lack of eye patch, stands her brother husband. Prince Aegon is the one you have to watch out for, your grandfather has warned you. He has a taste for young maidens. You don’t get the appeal. He looks like a deviant cherub.

On Princess Helaena’s other side, stands Prince Aemond. Tall, serious and easily recognizable by the injury to his face, he looms above his siblings like a bat. While Helaena and Aegon are dressed lightly, in clothes appropriate for the climate, Aemond is dressed head to toe in black leather. You aren’t sure about him. If anyone out of the three of them is trusted with Otto’s secrets, it is him. But you doubt he could do much to you beyond insult you. He doesn’t seem interested in women, in tourneys or in drinking. In fact, he doesn’t seem interested in anything.

You school your face into a polite mask, as your grandfather is greeted by the Lord Hand himself.

“Lord Lyman Beesbury. I trust the journey was pleasant?” Otto sounds anything but interested in the answer.

“Delightful.” Your grandfather deadpans. “This is my granddaughter.”

“Little Lady Beesbury.” Otto nodded.

“My Lord.” You dropped into a small, but practiced curtsy. Not too low because he was not a royal, but low enough to acknowledge him as someone who was part of the family of your overlord.

His eyes examined you, coldly. From your loud yellow travel cloak to your sturdy black shoes. You pushed your shoulders back, giving him a smile. Ser Otto didn’t seem too impressed by it.

After a beat of silence, he turned towards your grandfather again.

“I have some matters I wish to discuss with you. There have been some concerns raised about…”

Despite being prepared for the possibility of being separated, you hadn’t expected it this soon. You hadn’t even stepped inside the Red Keep, for the Seven’s sake. Your grandfather gives you a reassuring glance.

“I was hoping I could help my granddaughter settle in.” He argues, keeping an eye on the Lord Hand.

The man laughs. It’s not a nice sound, or a joyful one. In fact, it sounds threatening.

“Oh, nonsense. Aemond?”

“Yes, grandfather?” The Prince steps forward, at the same time your grandfather places an encouraging hand on your back.

You step back despite yourself. Up close, he is much more intimidating. He is tall, and sports a menacing look. Your grandfather urges you forward, and Prince Aemond’s lips twitch. He is definitely enjoying your fear.

“You and your sister should help the lady settle in.” Ser Otto smiles. It’s clear who holds the reins here, once more. He has outmaneuvered you two in less than a minute. You squeeze your grandfather’s hand, trying to show him that you intend to be careful.

Ser Otto was a smart man. But you were sure he was not all seeing. You would find a way. This was a small fluke. You had been caught off guard in a disorienting moment. It wouldn’t happen again.

Prince Aemond, on the other hand, was terrifying. But he lacked his grandfather’s experience, he was untested. It would be his downfall, you were sure of it.

The Lord Hand threw an arm over your grandfather’s shoulder and led him away. The gesture made even Prince Aegon raise his eyebrows. Did they think you two were dumb? Because they were laying it a bit thick.

“Come, Lord Beesbury. We should let the youngsters get to…” His voice faded in the distance, as you stood there, feeling as lost as you looked.

Prince Aegon looked you over. Princess Helaena waved. And Prince Aemond, ever helpful, appeared at your elbow.

“Allow me.” He said, offering you his arm.

You looked around. Prince Aegon was on the edge of laughter, it seemed because he was making strange sounds. Princess Helaena seemed oblivious. Prince Aemond was still looming over you.

It was a long walk to the Hall. You would certainly encounter guards, servants and even the odd noble. Not only would it give the wrong impression, that you were here for him and not his sister, but it would be awkward. But rejecting him would be, too.

Not knowing of a better way to get out of it, you decided to play dumb. You took off your travel cloak and placed it on his extended arm.

“Thank you.” And with a bright smile, you took Princess Helaena’s arm.

Prince Aegon gave a poorly disguised snicker. Prince Aemond stared at the bright yellow cloak on his arm, coolly. It made for a great statement, considering he was in all black.

“Of course, my Lady.” But it came out strangled. Good. The sooner he realized you were not easy prey, the better.

“It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Princess Helaena.” As you spoke, you noticed she looked very tense. She had not looked like that before you touched her. You decided to let go of her arm.

The Princess brightened immediately.

“Likewise, Lady Beesbury. When grandsire told me he was getting me a teacher, I never thought you were this young.” Her voice was soft and light. Kind. You wanted desperately to befriend her. You were starting to get the feeling that here, kindness was a scarce thing.

“Is it a bad thing?”

“Oh, not at all.” Helaena answered, lightly tugging at your sleeve. You beamed.

Behind you, Prince Aemond and Aegon trailed dutifully. None of them seemed keen on conversing with you, but Helaena hadn’t left you an opening, either. There was something about her demeanor that seemed off to you. The Princess was very aloof, but not impolite. It was as if she wasn’t intending to dismiss you. Like she was uncomfortable with social niceties. As if she was awkward, like you.

It made you like her more.

“Why do you like insects?” You tried, figuring it was a safe topic. One of the Princes made a derisive sound. You ignored him, choosing to pay all your attention to Helaena.

“Oh, they are a fascinating bunch. They remain even when we do not.” Helaena had a dreamy tone. Again, someone snorted. This time you turned to glare and found yourself staring down Prince Aegon.

You keep your eyes on him as you replied.

“That’s true. They will probably inherit the earth when we are gone.”

Helaena nodded. Oblivious to what was quickly turning into a stare down between you and her husband, she kept talking passionately.

“And I have spent a lot of time watching ants, too. They build small societies. They even carry their dead back home. Surely, that speaks of a superior level of intelligence.”

Prince Aegon looked about to make some sort of joke. Prince Aemond grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He made eye contact with you, mouth quirking up in interest.

It was not good. Not good at all. Your stomach turned. Was he going to humiliate you? Perhaps make a joke at your expense?

His lips twitched. You braced yourself for having to mumble some polite recognition and playing dumb again.

“Hm.” Prince Aemond gave a court tilt of his head.

You blinked. What a strange interaction. You cleared your throat and turned towards Princess Helaena once more.

“Bees do something similar. Do you wish to hear more?"

The Princess nodded. You started your explanation then, still rattled by the siblings' behavior. Whatever your presence had been required for, you were certain it was not going to be boring.

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🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

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(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

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Raffle Prize: Undercover w/ Law & fem!reader

a/n: 1st prize of my raffle with @mamma-marimo being the lucky winner!! congrats again, my dearest. she requested:

An idea I had in mind is maybe Law and an F!reader (can be Gn if you prefer) are at some sort of costume party or are undercover where they have to go together as partners so it creates that sort of sexual tension with lots of stolen glances? It’s totally up to you of course so feel free to go wild and do what you’d like! I’ll also happily leave it up to you to decide either it’s sfw or nsfw :)

i was SO excited to write for this because the prompt was so fun and it's been a while since i wrote Law. also what can i say? when you said "feel free to go wild", i did and now it's a whole lot longer than the promised 1.5k (￣▽￣*)ゞ i don't think you mind though. hope you enjoy this piece, i had fun writing this!

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns used but terms like "girl" and "queen", reader wears a dress, mention of lace underwear, "cunt" used to describe gentials), ns.fw under the cut, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, breath play, handjobs (reader giving & receiving), oral (reader receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (no breeding or pregnancy implied), exhibitionism (they're not being caught though), hints of misuse of devil fruit at the very end but nothing descriptive. please let me know if i missed anything!

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“So, what do we look like?”

You do a little twirl in your dress, letting the feather coat slip slightly off your shoulders as you strut up and down the lounge in your heels, the half veil covering your nose and mouth fluttering slightly. Law leaned in the door frame behind you, also dressed up from head to toe, wearing his finest suit and a feather coat matching yours and a fake beard you couldn’t talk him out of. Both of you went extra on the golden accessories, including two small crowns, making you king and queen. You also spent a whole hour on your makeup, trying to draw the perfect winged eyeliner until Law lent you the steady hand of a surgeon, mastering it at his very first try. Needless to say that the way he tilted your head in his hands and his golden eyes lingering on you made your heart drum in your chest…

Bepo was on the edge of his seat, holding up his imaginary 10 points sign, his eyes sparkling. Shachi and Penguin didn’t seem to be very impressed, sitting cross legged on the sofa, chins resting on their palms, their eyes following you across the room.

“Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopper, spectacular–” “Hilarious.” “Party theme must be ‘bird farm’.” “You look rich but in a ‘killed my rich ex-husband because he didn’t pay alimonies’ way.” “Starting a petition to get rid of our overalls and get whatever you two have going on here.”

Your captain shuts them all up with a little tsk, taking a step forward so he stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching. As he was twirling his fake beard between his fingers, you noticed there was a determined sparkle in his eyes; you could tell he was excited about the upcoming mission. Your heart skips another beat when your glances meet and he gives you a slight smile – thankfully half of your face was veiled, hiding your blushing cheeks.

“We’ll get that treasure map in no time and will be far gone already when they notice they’ve been robbed. Right, y/n-ya?”

Right. In a room full of high-ranking marines hosting a costume ball, what could go wrong for two wanted pirates, one of them head over heels in love with their captain? Still, you slap hands with him in agreement which is when you notice a detail both of you have overlooked.

“We still need some gloves for you, Law.” Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, tracing the tattoo of his jolly roger and the letters spelling out DEATH. “Can’t risk someone recognizing you by those.”

Bepo rushes off to get him some gloves while Law’s hand lingers a second too long in yours for it to be an accident, hesitant when he pulls back to smoothen down his suit, coughing slightly. Suddenly your own coat is very interesting, your fingers playing with the hem of it to keep them occupied as if they weren’t tingling from being skin on skin with your captain a few seconds ago.

After discussing the plan one more time (infiltrate the castle where the ball is held, find out which room they keep the treasure map, steal it, run off, success), you’re all settled and Law gives the command to emerge the Polar Tang.

“Nervous?” He glances over to you, waiting to open the door for you both to step out into the night. You take a deep breath in. “About a few marines? Never.”, you laugh, checking yourself out one last time in a tiny pocket mirror. Marines didn’t scare you. Pretending to be a couple with Law as if you weren’t thinking day in, day out, about what his lips would feel like on yours? Yeah, about that… “Good. I’ll watch out for you anyway. You’re safe with me.” Law smirks as he adjusts your crown, leaning down so you could fix his, too.

It was a rare sight, him without his signature hat, and you quite enjoyed it. Usually the only times you would see him without it were when he came out of the bathroom late at night, a towel draped around his neck and you would be quick to lower your gaze, trying not to check him out but of course you did anyway – and he knew. He’d mumble your name and you’d stutter out his as you passed each other in the hallway; you peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his broad back, him turning around before he entered his captain quarters, watching you tiptoe around the corner.

You roll your shoulders before you step out into the warm summer night, waving your comrades goodbye before Law uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you both to the shore where your act begins. He holds out his arms for you to link with his and both of you slide effortlessly into the crowd walking towards the brightly lit castle. Despite their costumes you recognize some familiar admirals and for a moment you get nervous, asking yourself if you’re both disguised well enough which is when Law puts his hand on yours, calming you down. He must have noticed your grip tightening around his arm. You exchange quick glances and somehow it’s enough to reassure you that you got this; that you’ll walk out of this together whole and will sail many, many more seas together.

If it wasn’t for all the marines around you, walking up the stairs with Law would feel like a fairy tale coming to life. You did feel very rich and elegant in your evening dress, even more flattered since Law was the one who picked it out when he prepared your mission. Usually he wasn’t the best at disguises but this time he really outdid himself and so far everything went smoothly. Everyone was so busy with themselves that you were barely drawing anybody’s attention, except when you were in the way at the buffet line.

Law and you had decided to wander around between the other guests for a while, trying to overhear conversations of a person bragging about some treasures hidden in this castle. Since the egos of the higher marines were bigger than life it was very likely you would be successful in no time – even though that would also mean that your couple mission would come to an end sooner than you wanted it to be, because admittedly, feeling him this close and acting like lovers felt like a dream coming true.

A live band is playing, guests are talking and laughing loudly, the atmosphere was very loose and lively; everyone here tonight came for a good time. You could see some whispering in secret behind their masquerades, glasses of champagne clinking together, people swaying on the dancefloor with hands wandering sinful places when they thought no one was watching. Meanwhile Law had put his arm around your waist as you wandered around, making sure the two of you didn’t get seperated in the crowd, but also to give you discreet tapping signals when something caught his attention.

Two taps and you search for his eyes, following them across the room to a group of important looking men huddled together. Another tap and you look over your shoulder, keeping an eye on what was going on behind you. For an outsider the two of you just looked like lovers, clinging to each other, exchanging glances and looking away shyly. You could feel your heart drumming in your chest, his tight grip on your hips making it hard for you to focus. Every now and then Law would lean down to you to whisper his observations in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making it extra hard to focus on anything he was saying. In fact, you started to feel dizzy from the noise, the stuffy air and your crush holding you in his arms. It was all a bit too much at once.

“You look like you could need some air, y/n-ya.”

Law looks at you slightly worried, using his teeth to take off one of his gloves despite you hissing at him not to – even though he looked very enticing doing so. He does it anyway, placing his hand in the back of your exposed neck to feel your temperature. Your eyes flutter wide open, startled from his bare skin on yours and a small gasp escapes your throat, only audible for Law. His golden eyes linger on you for a second and it feels as if he’s reading you like an open book; then he takes your hand without a word in his, guiding you across the room. He grabs a water bottle from the buffet as you’re passing it by and shortly after you step out through the huge open back doors into the garden.

The garden is as opulent as the castle but far quieter than the busy ball room, the music only muffled and only a few other people being outside, smoking, kissing, crying – some everything at once. Law doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both in the shadows of an old tree, hidden from the eyes of others. You pull down your veil and take a deep breath in relief, leaning against the trunk while your captain hands you the water after opening the bottle for you. He musters you up and down and you’re unable to hold his gaze, still flustered from earlier where his lips almost touched your ear and his whispered words set your insides on fire.

“What’s your diagnosis, doctor? Bad-nerves-syndrome?”, you ask jokingly between two sips, trying to gloss over the fact that your crush on him might be that oblivious. “Luckily we found a cure for that.”, Law smirks, loosening up a bit now that you’re back to your old self again. Without ever admitting it, he was really worried about you earlier, feeling slightly regretful about dragging you on a mission like that.

He leans next to you against the tree, your shoulders touching and you find yourself scooting slightly closer, the back of your hands brushing. You take another glimpse at him in the safety of the dimly lit garden, admiring his side profile. If only he would lean in for a…

You freeze when he turns his head, looking at you with a grin. Could he read minds? Was this a function of his devil fruit powers you didn’t know about? Wait, was he hearing all of these thoughts now, too?

“Change of plans, y/n-ya. We’re not going back in there.” You raise an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “We got a few clues about the whereabouts of the treasure map, let’s just search every room until we find it.”

And just like that Law takes your hand once again, guiding you deeper into the garden from where you got a good view of the whole building. His hands without the gloves on feel very warm, almost as if they were made for yours only, a perfect fit. Law pulls out a building plan and with all the clues you overheard during the evening you’re able to narrow down the vague whereabouts of the treasure map, giving you a dozen rooms in the upper stories to search. Just like two black cats the two of you blend in with night, sneaking inside the castle again, making your way through the crowd and into the long empty corridors.

You couldn’t let your guards down just yet. Chances were high that you weren’t the only ones snooping around, it was a marines party after all. Some poor subordinates of the higher ranks would possibly be guarding the door, if not even the whole wing. But still… with Law’s hand in yours nothing felt impossible. You find yourself staring at his back again as you walk behind him, thinking once again what was underneath his big coat as you recall him coming out of the shower. Focus, you command yourself, but granted, it was hard, his close presence making your heart drum so loud in your chest.

Just when you’re about to walk around a corner, Law gestures to you with his index finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet. You could think of another way of how he could shut you up, though…

A few more seconds pass and the voices in the distance are getting quieter again, your sign to start moving as you both steal yourselves into the very first room. The door locks behind you silently. No light was burning, only the bright moonlight flooding through the high-ceiling windows.

“What is this room?”, you whisper, following Law on tiptoes as he walks in the center of it. “Why would one person own this many mirrors and then all store them in one room only? Who needs their private mirror cabinet?”

You both looked around, there were dozens of mirrors in all shapes and sizes arranged across the room, most of them seemed to be very antique and have probably seen various decades of people dancing, crying and falling in love in front of them. And now it was you and him; his golden eyes watching you from every corner, his gaze soft, lovingly almost. Somehow you felt exposed, as if he cut your heart out of your chest and inspected it from every angle, his name written all over it.

His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer when he stands behind you, his hands slipping the feather coat off your shoulders, revealing the tattooed jolly roger on your back. You remembered the day you got the tattoo, how he cornered you in the morning, asking you if you were really sure about this and how you took his face in your hands and just nodded, your stern eyes leaving no room for doubt. Just like the ink under your skin the feelings for him wouldn’t go anywhere and if you couldn’t love him as a lover, you would love him as your captain, devoting everything you had to him, just to be by his side till the very end.

When he kisses the side of your neck, lips trailing down your shoulders, you hold your breath. If this was a dream, you never wished to never wake up from it. Your coat falls down to the floor with a thud, one of Law’s hands around your neck, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your exposed skin, while his other hand brushes over your arm, giving you shivers. Every inch his lips touch feels like it’s burning, his breath hot on your skin. Thousand kisses plaster your skin through the mirrors, thousand hands wander over your body, thousand hearts drumming in your chest.

“Forgive me, y/n-ya…”, Law mumbles in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sink into his hug, watching your figures through the mirrors; a king and a queen dipped in moonlight, love and desire painting their faces.

“Forgive you for what?” Your voice is merely a whisper. It’s when your eyes meet through the reflections of the mirrors that you know.

Forgive me for falling for you.

You turn around on tiptoes without leaving his embrace, your faces almost touching. Law’s eyelids flutter when you take his face into your hands, just like you did back then, his skin feeling soft and warm under your fingertips. Both of you knew what was about to happen. It was the crescendo of an intense night, almost as if it had been written in the stars for a very long time before this moment, only the moon and a thousand reflections being your witnesses.

Your lips find his and you melt into a deep kiss, one that spoke louder than any words could ever have; it’s as if your whole body just sighs in relief, all the tension from before falling off your shoulders and being replaced with an unknown warmth, with the feeling of coming home, with hunger.

Law has one hand buried in your hair, your bodies pressed together, neither of you daring to pull away. When he gives your hair a slight pull, a hoarse moan escapes your throat, making him chuckle softly before he kisses you again, his tongue slipping in your mouth. Whenever you opened your eyes a bit you could see your sinful reflection, your flushed cheeks, your eyes full of lust, your fingernails digging into his back when he pushes his leg between your thighs for you to grind on it.

You gasp when Law lifts you up with ease and carries you over to a dresser where he sits you down, pushing your legs wide open and you surrender, pulling your dress further up to reveal your soaked panties. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes alone eat you up from every mirror.

“Such a naughty girl. How long have you been this wet for me?” His hands brush over your knees, fingertips drawing small circles on the inside of your thighs. “Since I took off your coat? Or in the garden already?”

You whine softly when his grip around your thighs tighten, just as the knot in your stomach does, a familiar feeling begging for sweet release. Your head was spinning but you loved this; the way he ate you up with his gaze alone and the outlines of his cock throbbing in his pants, getting harder with every inch he explored of your body. You buck your hips against his touch, biting your lip when he firmly holds you in place, his strength out of this world.

“Those desperate mewls coming from your cabin late at night… Are you thinking about me when you hump your pillow?”, he asks with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you hard once more, a thin thread of drool connecting you both when he pulls away.

You grin as you place a hand on his chest, letting it slide down towards his waistband where your fingers linger for a few heartbeats, just like his hands do dangerously close to your dripping wet core.

“I sure do. Do you think of me too when you use my worn panties to masturbate?” Law’s eyes widened for a second. “It’s not like I leave them in the bath by accident when I know you’re going in there after me...”

And just like that Law leans in for another kiss, his lips clashing on yours as he takes your hand and places it on the fat bulge in his pants, grinding it against your palm. At the same time his other hand cups the aching arousal between your thighs, a hum escaping his throat when he finally feels how dripping wet you are for him, rubbing your cunt over the soaked fabric. Tiny shock waves shoot through your body when he starts circling your clit with his thumb, the tease almost being unbearable.

Even though you wished this high would last forever, you were getting impatient, craving to feel him inside of you, to become one with him. You hastily unzip his pants, wasting no time when you slide them off his hips and watch his hard length bounce free, precum leaking from its tip. You couldn’t wait to be fucked into higher spheres by him. But first…

You slide to the edge of the dresser, lifting your hips to pull off your panties, black lace drenched in your juices. With your legs still spread, revealing your throbbing core, you pull Law in for another kiss, his golden eyes watching every single movement of yours. His soft moans fall broken out of his mouth when you wrap his cock in your panties, rubbing his tip through the lace, stroking him slowly but with a firm grip.

“Is this how you do it when you’re alone?” You smile against his lips, enjoying how he melted under your touch, his breaths sharp. He nods slowly, seeking your gaze while you continue to squeeze him, speeding up the tempo of your pumps, your fingers brushing his pubic hair whenever your fist strokes down his whole length. You could tell he was about to cum any second, a king on the edge of his own universe; his cum spluttering over the lace and your hands like the milky way. Law leans against your shoulder, breathing heavily when you give his cock a few more slow pumps.

“Oh my, so messy…”

Almost as if he was in for revenge his fingers touch your folds, spreading them wide open before they dip inside of you, making you moan quietly into his ear. You let go of your soaked panties, dropping them carelessly to the ground so you can wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. While he fingers you slowly, taking his time to explore you from the inside, you whisper his name over and over and it sounds like a confession, a broken record.

“More…”, you whine and gasp when he adds a third finger, curling them up slightly and rubbing your g-spot so delicately it makes you want to cum on the spot. Instead you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders, leaning your head in the back of your neck, offering him all of you with your legs spread wide open. He kisses down your jaw and your neck, his tongue swirling over your skin, making you wish he would get on his knees for you. He will, eventually…

It’s when he wraps his other hand around your neck, waiting for you to nod slowly in agreement and then chokes you softly, that your orgasm rushes over you with an unknown intensity; your walls clenching hard around his fingers and tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you laugh out loud, surprised by how fast the waves crashed down over you. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as he fingerfucks you through your high, making you cry and chuckle at the same time until your legs slowly stop trembling and you catch your breath again.

Law lets go of your throat and wipes away your tears, kissing your face before he licks your juices off his fingers with delight, grinning when you take his hand and pull it towards you, your tongue swirling around his fingers. He was hard again, his cock rubbing teasingly between your folds, your hot core aching for him. It still felt very much like a fever dream and you weren’t planning to wake up anytime soon. You slide off the dresser, your bodies pressed against each other. With a hand on his chest you’re pushing him back down gently, making him sit where your coat fell to the floor earlier, then you crawl into his lap, your dress still pulled up to your hips as you start grinding on his hard length.

Soft moans of yours fall into his open mouth, your foreheads pressed against each other as you exchange more deep glances, just like you did hours before; all leading to this moment. You feel like you could get drunk in his eyes, the brown speckle in his gold, your very own sun, soaking you up. You can feel his tip rubbing at your core, asking you for permission with his eyes.

“It’s fine, it’s safe”, you mumble and smile when Law grabs you by your hips, guiding you down slowly onto his cock. His fingers were nothing compared to the sensation of him stretching your tight entrance open little by little; you’re both taking your time, breathing heavily between a dozen kisses until you’ve taken him all in, thankful you were sitting down or else your legs would have probably given in from the intense feeling of him filling you up. Then he starts moving and through the mirrors you can see him fucking you from every angle, his cock thrusting relentlessly inside of you.

Being on top gives you the upper hand, commanding the tempo you’re bouncing up and down him, supported by his hands digging into the flesh of your ass. You’ve dreamt about this moment countless times and nothing could have prepared you for how amazing it felt becoming one with the one you loved the most. When Law starts circling your nipples with his tongue over the thin fabric of your dress, you can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, his stern gaze on you making you feel feral. You slide down the straps of your dress, letting him greedily pull it down so he can suck on your nippels in all their glory, his tongue fluttering over them, making them stand up under his touch.

Just when you were about to wail out Law’s name as you fell apart under his cock, you could hear footsteps and voices from the other side of the door. Fear shoots through your veins and it only takes a quick glance between Law and you for him to know what to do. The massive door gets pushed open the same second he uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you into the darkest corner of the room, where no moonlight touched the ground and massive mirrors blocked the view. Heavy boots step into the room, flashlights being pointed at the mirrors and sending beams of light against every wall.

Your captain is covering your mouth with one hand, his cock still buried deep inside of you, in the same position you were before he used his abilities to escape the marine guards doing their inspection round. It were at least three of them, discussing if they heard voices coming from inside and joking about how useless this room was, that only fucking in front of the mirrors would give it a real purpose. Your heart was beating heavy in your chest, the adrenaline rush making your head feel dizzy. You can’t make out Law’s face in the dark but you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, even more than before. Without thinking you start moving your hips again, slowly, the risk of getting caught fucking making you so dripping wet, your juices running down the insides of your thighs.

Law was holding his breath, unable to resist your greedy movements and he bites down your neck, trying to muffle his own moans. When you hear the footsteps coming closer in your direction, your walls clench hard around his cock, more tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as Law still holds your mouth shut, your drool dripping down his fingers. The thought of getting caught, of being exposed like that, almost pushed you over the edge of another orgasm, your fingers drawing circles on your plump clit, unable to stop. You can hear Law hissing out your name for your ears only as your tight walls contract around him erratically.

After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps wander off again, the marines talking about ghosts in this old building and how you could hear voices often, and then the door shuts closed behind them again, leaving the two of you alone again. Law and you hold still for a few heartbeats, then something snaps just in both of you. Your voice is hoarse when you whimper his name while he flips you on your back, forcing your legs wide apart as he keeps thrusting inside of you so hard and relentlessly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His hand slid down from your mouth to your throat again, choking you softly while he was seeking the warmth of your cunt, burying himself so deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“Maybe I should have fucked you right away in that ball room, since you seem to enjoy an audience so much…”, Law huffs and laughs softly when you squeeze him tight in return, the thought alone making your head spin. “Showing everyone how well your greedy cunt can take my cock, you like that?”

You nod as you bite your lip, putting your hand on his to signal him to choke you harder until you could see tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes, and then there’s a whole universe erupting inside of you as you come undone, an orgasm like you never had before ripping through your body, sending shooting stars through every vein. You hear Law cursing as he pounds inside of you a few more times before he also cums with his whole body trembling, shooting his thick load inside of you. He lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you hard as both of you still shake from your climax, your bodies tangled up. With your legs wrapped around his hips you ask him to stay like this a little longer, exchanging soft kisses as if he didn’t just rail you into another sphere. You smile when he brushes your hair out of your face, looking at you with kind eyes, so full of love.

You hum when you can feel his warm load running down your thighs, leaving a small puddle where you just laid. Law helps you stand up, your legs still a bit shaky from the adrenaline and your orgasms and you’re grateful for Law wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You rest your face against his chest, hearing his heart drum in his chest, a sound so soothing you can’t help but close your eyes. Until you remember–

“Shit! Law! The treasure map!”

Damn. All those horny thoughts have completely blocked out your mission, the one and only why you came here in the first place. How many more rooms did you have to search? And would he possibly go down on you in one of them? Would he fill up your other holes, too? Focus, you gotta focus… Law chuckles, looking at you with a triumphant smile. He reaches for the inner pocket of his coat, ruffling around for dramatic effect and pulls out a rolled piece of old paper, wrapped with a red seal. Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re at loss for words. When? How…?

“One of those marine dogs from earlier had it in his pocket. Guess they didn’t think someone with my devil fruit powers would show up and just switch it out with a candy wrapper.”

“You… you did all of that while fucking me? Balls deep inside of me?”, you ask flabbergasted, trying to comprehend what you just learned. Law nods and laughs when you grab him by his collar, letting you pull him into another kiss. “You’re so hot and clever, attaboy…”

In the end making it out of the castle was much harder than sneaking in – Law and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other; you went for another round in front of the mirrors with your legs in the air as he ate you out like a starved man, his tongue dipping inside of you from every reflection and you explored another room together that had chains hanging from it’s ceiling and in the very end Law made his promise of fucking you in the ballroom in front of everyone true in his own way, with a little help of his devil fruit powers… both of you walking out of the castle, your crowns askew and with love bites everywhere, his cum dripping out of you with your panties still in the mirror room, hand in hand, king and queen.

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Return to Riverdale High (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

(this happens before the SAG-AFTRA strike, the WAG strike started during the filming of the last episode of Riverdale)

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Riverdale was ending, that was a fact that was a bit heartbreaking to you because of all the time you spend in there while growing and the bond you made with the cast

So when Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa invited you to go to the last days of filming, and give everyone a surprise you were already doing your luggage and asking Jack if he wanted to go with you, which he accepted

That's how both of you ended up in a flight to Vancouver and on the road to the set

"Look, there's Pop's", you exclaimed pointing at the place through the car window

"It looks better in person", Jack commented

"Just wait until you eat the burgers and the milkshakes", you smiled with excitement at what he intervined your hands

Thanks to knowing that everyone was at their trailers or hair and make up station, the car stopped in the parking lot where Roberto was waiting for your arrival with Mädchen by his side

"My little girl", Mädchen exclaimed hugging you the moment both of you stepped out of the car, "I missed you so much"

"Auntie Mädchen, I missed you too", you responded hugging her, "I'm so happy to see you"

"I needed someone else to to keep the secret, that's why I told her", Roberto explained hugging you next, "We're so happy you're back"

"I'm happy to be back", you smiled separating from the hug, "This is my boyfriend, Jack"

"Hi, nice to meet you", Jack greeted both of the adults with hugs

"Nice to meet you too", Roberto said, "You were awesome in Avatar and Scream"

"Thanks"

"Okay, they are going to be in their trailers and eating breakfast for a while, so how about we have a little tour around set?", Roberto proposed

With both of you agreeing and Mädchen returning to her trailer to keep preparing for the filming, the tour started around the sets where you used to spend time that now where done as if they were in the 50's

"Are they going to be stuck in the 50's forever?", you asked while walking around the school set

"Just watch the season", Roberto responded, "I won't say any spoilers"

You were about to complain, but Roberto was called to check some things so he left both of you

"Welcome to Riverdale", you exclaimed resuming the walk, "On the left we have an unsolved murder, on the right the Blackhood, the Gargoyle King likes to hang out in the bathrooms with the Farm, the creepy VHS stalking everyone are in the AV club, the town fortunately is no longer under a criminal mayor, but everyone got powers and ended up in an alternate reality, but returned and a meteorite was about to destroy the town thanks to Percival Pickens but Cheryl saved everyone sending them to the 50's, and we had two crossovers with Sabrina"

"That was the best resume of all the seasons I've ever heard", Jack joked

"And I didn't count all the subplots", you said, "Come on, I'll show you the school"

With your hands intervined, the tour continued, stopping first in the students lounge

"While everyone was filming at the classrooms, I liked to spend my time in here", you spoke leaning against a couch, "If the school gave summer homework or readings, I'll do it here or just take a nap, and grabbing snacks from the machine"

"Wait, can we grab some?", Jack asked with excitement

"Of course we can!", you exclaimed walking to the false machine, "And the best part is that we don't have to spend a single cent"

Finishing the sentence, you openned the utilery machine to start grabbing some snacks from the back in case they film something later in the lounge

While grabbing the snacks, both of you didn't notice the person at entrance of the space

"Don't tell me you only came back to grab free snacks?"

Hearing that sentence made both of you jump of surprise and look at the entrance to see who talked

"Big brother!", you screamed leaving every item you grab to run towards Cole to hug him

"Hey, lil'sis", Cole smiled hugging you back

The hug lasted a few minutes during which Jack took a small video of the rencounter

"How did you knew we were in here?", you asked when the hug ended

"I didn't, we have to rehearse a scene to film later", Cole responded looking behind you, "The boyfriend"

"That would be me", Jack laughed a little nervous, "Hi, I'm Jack"

"Just hug me, we've been wanting to meet you since we knew about both of you", Cole smiled oppening his arms

Still laughing, Jack aproached him to share a hug that increased your smile even more

"What are you doing here?", Cole asked when the hug ended

"Roberto called me to say that this are the last days of filming and wanted me to come, I invited Jack, and here we are", you explained

"I have an idea, just smile or do something fun", Cole said

Smiling with fun, both of you went to the machine to keep getting some snacks, but this time looking at the camera as Cole took his phone to take a picture, and send it to the groupchat

"Now we wait until they come", Cole said again

During the minutes passed between the photo taken, the three of you sat in the couches to talk, until numerous fast steps were heard from the halls until they stopped at the entrance

"All of you look good in the 50's aesthetic", was the first thing you said standing up from the couch

"My sweet summer baby", Madelaine exclaimed

Almost tackling you, you were engulfed in a group hug between greetings and yellings, while Jack decided to take some photos and videos of the encounter

"Guys, I love you all, but I can't breathe", you spoke in a small voice

Hearing that, all of them were quick to break the hug only to start with individual hugs from everyone

"Let me see the tattoo", Vanessa softly sang at what you responded giving her your left hand

"It's so beautiful", Camila commented

"Did it hurt?", KJ asked

"Dude, you have a bunch of tattoos and asking if this small one hurt?", you joked, "Kinda hurt, but Jack was holding my other hand during the process"

Paying attention to that last phrase, everyone was fast to turn their attention to Jack who was standing next to Cole

"Hi", Jack greeted, "Y/N has told me so many stories about all of you, it's nice to finally meet you all"

At the instant he finished the phrase, everyone was sure that you made the right decision by choosing him and started a conversation with both of you until the production team started to arrive to start filming

"Before we start filming, I'm sure you all already saw our guests, but in the name of all the crew, I'd like to welcome Y/N and Jack to our set", Roberto spoke causing everyone to clap and cheer, "They are going to be with us during this last days of filming, and because of that we would like to ask you both to do a cameo in the last scene of Pop's"

"Yes", you were quick to scream with happiness

"I need to tell my agent first", Jack said

"Okay, we'll start to prepare to film this meanwhile", Roberto nodded

While everyone got into their positions to film, you and Jack walked to behind the cameras to sit in the high chairs, at the time that your boyfriend called his agent to talk about the cameo

"They told me I can", Jack said after a few minutes call

"This is great", you smiled taking his hand

Earlier that day, specifically after a recess in filming and before both of you went to the cosume design department, a casual home-made dinner in Madelaine apartment was organized to keep up with the lost time

So, while everyone stayed to keep filming, you and Jack decided to go buy the things to make his mom's spaguetti to share with the others, and thanks to be in the same building as the others, the cooking was relaxed and playful

When the spaguetti was done, and everyone was already there, both of you change into comfortable clothes, you put your eras tour beige hoodie and black leggings with black crocs, while Jack put a red hoodie with dark grey sweatpants and adidas slippers and took the spaguetti to start the way towards the apartment

"This is going to be fun", you said while walking

"Do I have to expect an interrogatory?", Jack joked carrying the container with the food

"Maybe, and if they start to tell embarrasing stories about me just ignore it, we've had enough with dad telling the internet that we threw up in our first date"

Laughing because of that memorie at the early stages of your relationship, both of you continued walking until the door of the apartment came into view

"Mads, we are here!", you yelled without knocking the door

"It's open!", Casey yelled in response

Thanks to that answer, you were quick to open the door to see everyone gathered around the kitchen and dinning room preparing everything

"Guys, we told you that you didn't had to bring anything", Drew said the moment he saw the container

"We know, but we didn't wanted to come with empty hands", you replied

"We made my mom's spaguetti", Jack spoke leaving the spaguetti on the table

"Smells amazing", Charles commented

" It tastes even better", you spoke, "Trust me"

Once all the food was setled at the table, everyone took a seat to start eating

"Well, everyone in here knows this, but still isn't public", Casey spoke, "Finishing Riverdale, I'm going to New York, to start rehearsing for a Broadway show, I was chosen to be Christian in Moulin Rouge starting in august"

"Congratulations", you exclaimed with happiness, "That is such an amazing role"

"That is awesome, congratulations", Jack said sitting next to you

"So, Jack, tell us about you", Camila talked while everyone started to grab food

'Not the interrogatory', you though taking a sip of your drink

"Well, I grew up in Virginia with a single mother who encouraged me to start acting, and started in small things, then I auditioned for Avatar, which I'm fortunate to be casted, but before I got a small role in Avengers: Endgame, I was the kid in the bike", Jack responded, "Then I spend two years in LA and another two in New Zealand filming Avatar two, three and a little of the fourth one, then I filmed Retribution with Liam Neeson, then Scream VI, Freaky Tales and recently Everything's gonna be great"

"You have a great resume", KJ said, "As a someone from New Zealand, you're one of us now"

"Thanks, I apreciate that", Jack nodded, "It's a beautiful country"

"How was filming Avatar?", Erin asked

"It was fun and a great experience, I had to learn freediving and scuba diving for the underwater scenes, learn the na'vi language, work hard at the gym, film everything twice, but it was awesome"

"Why twice?", Charles questioned

"Once with the motion capture suit with the cast and another with crew people in blue suits and with a small escenography, the hardest one was when the recoms capture the Sully kids and Spider, and then they scape, but Spider is kinda hit by an explosion and ends up rolling down in a small clif, behind the scenes, I was hit by someone to make it in the most realistic way posible"

"There's a clip of that", you intervined, "It seemed painful"

"Almost as painful to watch Neteyam's dead four times?", Jack joked

"Don't start on that, you know it makes me sad", you replied

"Oh, and I was homeschooled", Jack remembered

"So you didn't experience the epic highs and lows of high school football", KJ said refering to one of his character phrases

"Please tell me you didn't just said that", you begged covering your face with your hands

"I did", KJ nodded with pride

"For context, Archie said that when he was in jail during season three", Cole explained

"And, how did the relation started?", Madelaine asked smiling

"Well, it was at the beggining of the production of Scream VI, in the day that a welcome party to reunite and know each other was done", you started, "Dad and I arrived when everyone was in the terrace, we said a general 'hi' and then he sat in aparently the only seat left leaving me standing, but Melissa said, 'there's a space next to Jack', and I turned around to see this curly haired guy smiling shyly, and I sat next to him"

"Then we started talking and the rest is history", Jack continued, "The night of the Halloween party shooting, which was one of the first parts we filmed, I asked her for a date and in the same weekend we went to an amusment park, and we started dating at the wrap party"

"I remember Skeet, around season one or two, once saying and I quote 'the guy or girl that wants to date my little girl has to be enough for her and I had to aprove them'", Cole remembered, "How did you achieve that?"

"I think it was when I asked him for advice on my ghostface performance", Jack answered, "They told me that I was going to be ghostface were Liana and I saw that we had a new costume fitting scheduled, and that's when they told us and give us the scripts with the third act, so first I told my mom, and then I went to him and literally told him 'I'm ghostface, can you help me to be one?', and he help me to build the ghostface part of Ethan"

"The best part is that I didn't knew anything until I saw the movie in march", you said, "I just went to set one day to film my cameo and never went again"

"Big difference between your time here", Lili joked

"That's because dad didn't let me watch the series until I was fifteen", you laughed

"He didn't let you watch it but he did let you learn the coreographies, help with some make up, do cameos and hang up with us", Vanessa pointed, "That's a lot better"

"Definitely", you nodded

"Don't forget when you almost played Jellybean", Drew reminded

"I did everything, camera and costume testing, hair and make up, chemistry test", you said, "But it was fun, and at the end, Trinity did a great job"

"Speaking of fun, we have a surprise for you", Madelaine sang standing with Vanessa, "Just wait a second"

Smiling in excitement, you stayed in your chair while helping to clear the table a little, until the two girls apeared with a white heart cake surprising you

"This is a gift for your three last birthdays", Madelaine said leaving the cake in front of you

"We literally bought everything after ending filming and prepare it the moment we arrive", Charles explained

"We made it almost exactly the same as the one in the 'Blank Space' video", Vanessa pointed

"This is awesome", you exclaimed, "Thank you so much, thank god that I decided to use my eras tour sweatshirt"

"And our miss americana and heartbreak prince bracelets", Jack reminded

The moment you stand up and the candles were lighten up, everyone started to sing 'happy birthday' and film the moment until they finish singing and you blew the candles

"Now, stab it", Camila said giving you the knife

"This is even better", you smiled taking it in your hands before turning to look at your boyfriend, "Any advice on how to do this?"

"Hold firmly the knife and have fun", Jack responded rolling your sleeves so they don't get any cake on them

Using that advice, you held the knife with one hand while the other was on the table to give the cake the first stab revealing the strawberry jam under the white frosting, stabing it four more times until you stopped feeling some of the straberry jam in your face

"This is fun", you laughed leaving the knife on the table

The next day, while everyone was filming, you and Jack went to the costume department to get the clothes for the cameo that would be filmed that night before going to hair and make up to prepare

"I know you just end filming an 80's movie, but you should be in a 50's one", you said to Jack while waiting for the team to arrive, "You look so good in that outfit, babe"

"You look even better, gorgeous", Jack responded making you blush, "And with the writers strike starting, we're going to have a lot of free time"

"Honestly, good for them, they're the ones that hold the series or movies, they deserve better payment and laboral conditions", you pointed

A few minutes later, the hair and make up team arrived greeting you both -especially you since they knew you since you were twelve- to start doing the styling to complete the look for the cameo, including covering your tattoo

Once the styling was done about two hours later, they guide both of you to a trailer to let Roberto know that both of you were ready, and wait until someone go get you to film

"We look amazing", you said while looking at the white off shoulder short sleeve top with the mint green skirt and your hair in small waves with a mint colored headband and your make up according to the decade

"I'm really vibing with this outfit", Jack agreed, he was using a white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans with the Riverdale High letterman jacket, his hair was in his curly state but styled like in the decade

Using the time until filming, both of you decided to take photos with the outfits and also tik toks that were saved in both of your drafts

And noticing that they were going to take a little longer to call you to film, both of you decided to call both of your parents, starting with his mom

"Hey mom", Jack greeted focusing both of your faces

"Hi my love, hi angel", Anna greeted with happiness, "How's it going? Are you having fun?"

"Lots, they are super nice and welcoming", Jack responded

"It's been nice to see almost everyone of them and being on set after three years", you said

"I'm glad to hear that", Anna smiled

"And we're not only making a visit, beacuse we are doing a cameo also", you exclaimed

Positioning the phone against the vanity mirror, both of you walked a few steps to show the costumes

"You look amazing", Anna exclaimed already taking screenshots of the call, "Do some poses, I want to have photos of this"

Listening to her indication, both of you did it with poses that showcased the costumes individually and couple ones

"Are you going to film right now?"

"Yeah, we are waiting until they come to get us", Jack nodded, "We are in the last scene of Pops"

"The best place in Riverdale", you continued making sure your hair was still perfect

"Please take photos of both of you there to add to the album", Anna asked

"We took some since we arrived", you said, "Want me to send them to you?"

"That would be fantastic, thank you angel", Anna thanked you, "By the way, Jack, the other day I was walking Butters and he jumped on a dog four size bigger, both pets are okay, it was just the scare"

After sending her most of the photos and talking a while to her, the call ended, and almost inmediatly, you were calling your dad

"Hi dad", you greeted

"Hello, how's everything in Riverdale?"

"Crazy as always", you joked, "Everyone misses the serpent king leading the gang and protecting the town"

"Good thing the serpent princess and prince are there"

"Did you just call me serpent prince?", Jack asked with surprise

"You earned it, kid", Skeet simplified noticing the styling of the hair of both of you, "You are doing a cameo, don't you?"

"How did you know?", you asked, "Did somebody told you? It was Mädchen?"

"I knew by the way both of you are hairstyled", Skeet laughed, "Let me see you in costumes"

Listening to him, both of you did the same as the previous call taking a few steps back to show the whole outfits

"You look awesome", Skeet complimented, "Kinda wants me to go back there"

"There's still time, tomorrow is the official last day of filming", you said a little sad

"Even if I wanted, I can't because I'm taking care of the orange furr ball", proving his point, he moved the phone to focus on Tatum who was playing with an ikran plushie in her cat tower flower on the living room

"Look at my baby", you exclaimed, "She's so cute"

"Your brother was here yesterday, she scratched him in the arm", Skeet said making both of you laugh a little, "He said he prefers Naiia's cat, Ivy"

"I can just imagine Megan's face when he returned and saw his arm", you laughed, "And Tatum and Ivy are best friends, so he has to love them both"

"Tell him that the next time you see him or spoke to him", Skeet joked, "Hey, I got a convention on Denver by the start of july, it's only saturday and sunday, want to come?"

"Dad, you know I would never decline going to one"

"Okay", Skeet nodded, "Jack?"

"Sure, it sounds fun"

"Perfect, I'll tell the organization that you're coming with me", Skeet nodded, "Hey kids, I've got to go but good luck filming and send me photos of both of you on set, please"

"We will, and I'll send you some of the ones we already have", you nodded

Saying goodbyes to Skeet and hanging up the call, Jack and you looked at each other

"Our cats are unhinged", Jack commented

"Totally", you agreeded

A few moments later, two members of production came to the trailer to led both of you to the set who was empty with only the cameras on place

"Welcome to Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe", you said while walking around the place, "This is the Riverdale icon, numerous people tried to destroy it but they couldn't because there's no Riverdale without Pop's"

"Feels like going back to the fifty's decade", Jack pointed looking around the place, "I feel if they did it in real life it would be a success"

"I always think about that, but without the tragedies", you laughed walking to the booths, "This was my usual spot or the bar when filming, my usual order was a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake, even thought this wasn't a real restaurant"

Sensing that you were starting to feel sad and nostalgic, Jack inmediatly aproached to hug you and leave a kiss on your forehead being careful of not ruining the hair, while you circled his waist with your arms

And just like yesterday, both of you didn't notice someone arriving at the place until the click of multiple cameras was heard making both of you turn around to see everyone with their phones -or camera on Cole's case- out to keep the moment

"We're sorry for interrupting, but this was so cute", Camila justified

"That's okay", you sighed, "I was just telling Jack a little about this place"

"So many good memories", Casey nodded, "It's truly the end of an era"

"Where is my unofficial kid? I need to see Y/N and Jack in their costumes", Mädchen exclaimed entering the place stopping when she was in front of both of you, "Oh, I'm going to cry, both of you look incredible"

Waisting no time, Mädchen to hug both of you while the others just watched and took photos of the moment

While the cameras started to be prepared to film, Cole decided to take some photos of everyone with his professional camera

"Guys, it's time to start the blocking for the last scene in Pop's", Roberto anounced causing applauses for everyone, "We'll do a small rehearsal and then we'll start filming"

While everyone started to get in their positions for the scene, Roberto aproached both of you

"Guys, you are going to be sitting in the booth next to KJ, Camila, Lili and Cole", Roberto instructed, "Jack, you enter first because your taller than Y/N", listening to the instruction, Jack was the first to sit and then you in the same side, "Perfect, just like that, when Betty enters the place she's going to meet first with Kevin, Reggie, Fangs, Midge and Pop, then she's walking to this side, mets with Cheryl and Toni, she's going to wave at you before sitting with Archie, Veronica and Jughead, it's easy, we'll bring you a milkshake with two straws in a moment, got it?", in response, both of you nodded, "Good"

Once Roberto leave to make sure everything was good with the cameras, Jack took his phone out to take some photos of both of you and the place

"Y/N, Jack, what's your favorite episode and character of the series?", Camila asked with her phone pointing at both of you

"The Midnight Club and Nana Rose", you responded

"Judgment Night/The Locked Room and Pop Tate", Jack continued

"And I want Choni to be together forever", you added

"Say it louder baby Ulrich", Vanessa yelled before turning to speak to Madelaine in a low voice, "She's going to love the finale"

"And cry a lot", Madelaine nodded

A few moments later, a crew member arrived to leave milkshakes on all the tables for the scene, which you end up with a chocolate one with two straws, and also a comic of Archie

"This looks delicious", Jack commented looking at the glass

"They are, come on, take the first sip"

Trusting in your words, Jack leaned to take a sip of the milkshake surprising himself for the taste

"This is really good", Jack exclaimed, "I can say that this is the best milkshake I've ever tasted"

"I told you so", you smiled, "After this ones, it's hard to find another better, believe me I tried"

"Well, we can try to recreate them when we came back", Jack tried to cheer you up at the same time that he intervined both of your hands above the table at what you rested your head on his shoulder

"Everyone, we start filming in five!", Roberto screamed while hair and make up people continued to end some details, "Remeber to hide your phones and to put them in silent mode, or give them to someone to guard them while we film"

During the next minutes, the filming started following the scene that was described in the script with a few pauses to change camera angles for all the scenes

"And cut!", Roberto anounced, "Ladies and gentleman, that is a wrap for Alvin Sanders, Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion"

Between applauses, the three of you went to the center of the dinner to hug each other and smile at everyone around

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yn.ulrich dear sweet old Riverdale, I thought saying goodbye to you three years ago was hard, but coming back this time was harder than I expected knowing this was the last time

I can speak for my dad and my siblings, when I say that we are greatful for let us be part of this big, amazing and talented family

Thank you for letting dad bring me to the set, because I had the pleasure of meeting incredible people and grow up there, and discover my love for VFX make up (and having the inspiration for my first tattoo), I arrived with only two siblings and ended up with more older siblings and uncles

Thank you for letting me came back one last time and bring someone special for one last milkshake

Until we meet again, Riverdale...

jackchampion it was amazing being there, even if it was only for a short time, serpent princess

› yn.ulrich i'm glad we had the oportunity to share a last cameo on set, serpent prince

user481 SHE CAME BACK AND BROUGHT JACK WITH HER

skeetulrich once a serpent, always a serpent

writerras we're glad to have you on set again

user905 my girl is succeeding in everything

› user7201 that's queen

camimendes so happy that we had one last scene

amenahsoares gorgeous words from a gorgeous girl

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veryoaki · 1 year

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Petals (AvM fanfic)

(This takes place after episode 30, I started this story way before the finale and after episode 29, but I decided to finish it. I hope you enjoy!)

Green stretched his arms in the air after he finally finished chopping down the last oak tree he needed. He picked up and gathered all the scattered wood blocks across the ground, scrolling through his inventory to a empty hand. It had already been a couple hours since he’s been gone, the others are probably going to worry if he doesn’t get back soon.

“I guess I should get going already.” Green told himself.

He threw his headphones over his head, having one ear open so he can still hear his surroundings. He began to head back onto the dirt trail.

It didn’t take him too long to get to the farm him and his friends had created. He hummed with the the tunes playing in his ears, remembering the Note Block Universe him and Purple were in. Green really enjoyed visiting that place whenever he had a chance. Everyone there would give him a nice greeting especially when he would visit Taiga Village. And even after King’s Arc, he would drive his friends insane whenever he would sing. Orange was definitely annoyed when it would come to him making tunes and singing after 2 am.

Green eventually made it to the farm, waving at the blue stick who was planting.

“Hey Green, you’re back!” Blue leaned on their diamond hoe.

Yellow rushed over to Green, “Good thing you came back on time, Orange is in need for some of this wood.” She took some wood from out of Green’s hands and lied it on a crafting table.

Orange came out of a small wooden house, carrying a bag string in their hands. They walked over to Yellow, setting the bag down next to the crafting table.

“Thanks for the wood Green!” Second smiled as they begin to craft.

“Oh it’s no problem, I got some more than you wanted so we can have spare. I also took a trip to a lake to fish.” Green scrolled through his inventory again and before passing bones he had picked up, “Hey Red! I found some bones for you to tame some wolves!”

Red perked his head up the pig he was cuddling with. He got up and closed the gate behind him running towards Green, “Thank you so much Green!” He said giving him a big hug.

Green hugged him back, patting his back, Red let go and smiled at him before running back to help Blue with gardening. Orange continued crafting and Yellow settled a table outside so they can have super outside. That was Green sign to start making food since Blue was busy. Green pulled his headphones back onto his ears and jammed to more music. But then he realized something in the middle of chopping carrots.

“Hey Orange?” He pushed his headphones down from his ears, “Where’s Purple?”

Orange looked up, “They were with you…Weren’t they…?” they raised an eyebrow.

Green felt confused, ‘They were never with me…’

“What makes you say that?” Green asked again, he wanted to have a clear answer. One that didn’t confuse him.

“Well Red told me when I asked him about them.” Orange lay the stick he was holding down. “He said that they were with you.”

Now Green was definitely confused, Green left with no one to follow or for them to go with him. And even if they did follow him, he would’ve notice after hours. He walked over to Red who was collecting chicken eggs.

“Red where’s Purple? I know they weren’t with me because I would’ve known.” He asked but this time it wasn’t a confused tone for Red to know.

Red scratched his head, “Well Purple said they went to go catch up to you. I thought they were going to help you with the trees, but when you came back alone…” Red paused, his face blank realizing and in thought, “They weren’t with you…?”

Green shook his head, “No Red, they were never with me.”

Red slapped his head, he felt dumbfounded.

Green patted his shoulder, “It’s okay it’s not your fault…”

The others quickly rushed to them.

“Purple’s missing?” Orange asked worried.

“Yes but I’ll find them, okay?” Green stated.

He grabbed his fishing hook and sword he left in the near by chest. He looked through his inventory to make sure he had the right equipment for any sort of emergencies. He grabbed his diamond sword that was found leaning against the chest, about to head into the woods before he looked back at Yellow.

“I swear, that you have a tracker on me-“

“Yes yes yes! I do have one on you! But it’s just so we can make where you are heading so if you are in any danger, we would know where to find you!” Yellow explained quickly.

Green rolled his eyes but gave his friends a reassuring smile, “I’ll make sure that I travel safe.”

“Wait! You should take Rueben with you.” Red exclaimed, “He’ll be able to track Purple’s scent!”

Rueben beamed around Red and to Green who nodded at Red in “Thank You”. He walked inside the forest with Rueben in front of him, his snout lowered down to the ground followed by Purple’s scent. Rueben led the way, far from where Green had stopped at before he realized it was too far. Wherever Purple journey to…it was going to be a long trip.

As Green and Rueben traveled through the familiar biomes, he seemed to wonder where would Purple had gone. His mind replayed back at the whole incident between the King and them, remembering more about what Purple had told Green about his childhood. Purple was full of wonders back before, but now it made sense to him of why they were always drifting off to other places just to prove their father they were strong. And by far knew, Purple was already strong enough to come long ways, Green thought.

Green noticed Rueben getting tired, so they made a stop next to a steady riverside. Rueben sat down next to Green who had their fishing pole out, flicking it out into the water. The diligent pig looked at Green to who rubbed his ears. Rueben grunts, stretching his limbs before laying in a comfortable position. Green himself was feeling tired too, even after some wood chopping and then a long hike.

Green reeled in his cast of the fishing rod and put it away, then yawning. He looked up at the fading blue sky and which the sun was about to set, it began to turn into a soft orange color. Rueben was already quietly snoring away, Green rested his hand on the pig’s head, nodding off. His eyes closed, the only thing that was still keeping him awake was only the faint noises of slow water flowing through rocks. Before his entire mind turned off, a new sound interrupted. Green opened his eyes again, not only hearing just the river but to which seemed like an unclear voice.

Green rise from where he was sitting, he walked into the woods from where he was hearing the voice. The closer he got, the more familiar it was to him. He found himself stopping behind a tree, peeking his head out at the opened area with a cliff. There he see Purple standing before the cliff, hearing them singing a tune. Green listened to them sing, hearing hurt in their voice, he worried. Purple finished their song, and stood their with their head hung. Green watched them as they took a step forward, he dashed after them, pulling them back from their shoulder.

“AH!” Purple screamed.

Purple whipped their head, “Green?! What are you doing?!”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing! I was looking for you, even after you lied to the others you were with me in which you weren’t, and now I find you about to step of a cliff!”

Green huffed but then noticed Purple holding something in their hands.

“What? I wasn’t going jump, you think I’m stupid?!” Purple turned their body towards the cliff again and let out a sigh, “…I was giving my mom orchids…”

Green looked down, before the edge of the cliff was a gravestone of Purple’s mother, Orchid.

“Oh…” Green felt like an idiot, but mostly a jerk because he assumed worst from Purple.

“Purple I’m sorry-“

Purple sighed, “It’s fine Green, you just didn’t know…”

Purple kneeled in front of the stone, slowly putting down an orchid one by one. When Purple finished they stood back up again, “It was suppose to be her birthday today…”

Green put a hand on Purple’s back, giving them comforting pats. Purple began to sing again, but this time their voice sound a bit more shaky, but lighted. Green couldn��t see their face, but he could tell that they were crying. The wind blew softly, Purple’s singing echoing through the air, and the moon rose giving the grave a glow. They both had a pretty sight of the world from beyond the cliff.

Green, Purple, and Rueben spent the rest of the night talking to each other, they decided to build a fort to stay in because traveling back home at night was dangerous. Green texted and reminded the others that he would return back home in the morning with Purple. Green and Purple lied outside with Rueben on Green’s stomach, watching the stars.

“Hey Green?” Purple said.

“Yes?” He responded while stroking Rueben’s ears.

“Thank you for finding me… It meant a lot to me for you being here…”

“No problem buddy…”

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plumbley-bee · 1 year

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What if the brothers Grimm are affecting and partially responsible for the Time of Shadows but are not necessarily the bad guys

So hear me out, the fairies are the ones who want the fairytales to return to normal but we also know that the fairytales themselves are in their nature these horrible terrible things. And the things that have gone wrong have partially been because of the times of shadow but they've also been caused by the natural progression of the stories after they end.

So my theory is this. The Brothers Grimm saw the world they lived in being governed and almost controlled by the fate these faries desperately wanted to uphold and they saw how inherently awful these fates actually were so in their own twist way they started rewriting some of it to free the characters from these stories. Miss muffet is destined to be afraid? Well if she is the thing she fears she can't be afraid of it now can she? Sleeping beauty is destined to fall in love and be with a man who's willing to kiss an unconscious 18 year old girl without her consent? Well let's have the Briars who want to protect her be the type of love that wakes her up. I want them to basically be these story tellers who are not necessarily good, but not necessarily bad either. They see this world as already dark and twisted so they figure the only way to escape it is to twist them even more. Make them dark in a way that toughens up the people in them so they can learn to carve their own fate in the end.

But I don't think they affect every tale as I said before the stories themselves are inherently twisted. For instance Pinocchio can only be a real boy if he doesn't lie, but then he has to lie in order to save his father which turns him back into a puppet. This dark twist of fate was already woven into his story from the beginning. Same with Gerard. He was cursed to be a frog as a child until he found true love but you don't just 'get' love, it's something that requires upkeep and effort. Both of those stories were touched and caused by the fairies, and it was the nature of the fairies magic that made their stories eventually turn out like this in the end.

Then you have Pib, who is a trickster. A separate entity entirely from the storytellers and the fairies. He's literally just there to fuck shit up, and it's his own fuckery of making a miller's son a king that causes the kingdom to fall because this poor little farm boy doesn't know shit about ruling. Pibs story is eventually affected by the Times of Shadow, but its more just the side effects of it and his own fuckery that is his downfall.

What I'm getting at is I think there are more forces at play here than just one bbeg. The nature of the world was always wrong and you have the fairies who want it to stay the way it was, (which was still not great) and you have the people trying to change it in their own ways, aka the princesses, and the storytellers. All of these forces are acting within their own power to make the world right again but they all have different ways of doing so and it is clashing into one another as this sort of domino effect that is causing the times of shadow as a whole.

The biggest mystery for me though is the big bad wolf and his part to play in all this. Red and the wolf seem much more important then maybe we are at first led to believe and I still don't entirely know the wolf's role in all of this yet, but it's not farfetched that he is his own being, a representation of the repetitive stories and multiverse they live in. Because the big bad wolf always gets defeated, he always dies. And we know what happens to those who die in the neverafter sometimes. So how has that many deaths made the big bad wolf what he is now? And is that why he wanted red to kill him? Idk there's still so much left to learn and this is all speculation and basically just a fun what if bc honestly I'll love wherever brennen ends up taking the story in the end.

#dimension 20 spoilers #Neverafter #d20 neverafter #ylfa snorgelsson #pinocchio #puss in boots #mother timothy goose #rosamund du prix #pib neverafter #gerard of greenleigh

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Sonicmega just wrapped up his livedub series of the Super Mario RPG Remake on Twitch. A livedub is where you cast different people as the characters and have them read out the dialogue as it appears on screen, making the game sound like it's fully voiced. For this series, Sonicmega made it a flex-dub, where the main cast of recurring characters were assigned people, but the rest of the NPCs were voiced by a small group of volunteers who switched off throughout the stream. And I got the chance to be one of the volunteers on the series finale!

Do you want to hear me doing some silly voices alongside a very talented voice cast, made up of actual voice actors?

Well, here's the link anyway.

Yes, the first part of the stream is all in spoken OWO, because Sean is an avatar of chaos.

This was actually my second opportunity to participate in the series; my first time was the very first stream. Both times were an absolute blast, and I'm sure that comes through in the performance I gave. I'm not into voice acting in any serious way, but since I started watching Sonicmega's streams a few years ago, I wanted to give it a try for funsies.

And it was fun! I had to tap into my improv skills to keep coming up with voices on the fly, but that's second nature to me. I learned very quick that I couldn't hold back on anything, especially the really silly voices like the king. And because I couldn't hold back, there's a certain amount of vulnerability involved that's necessary to make the performances feel genuine. Which is the same for the real life improv I've done, but this was so much easier. You say the line in front of you and that's it. I wish I'd had more presence of mind to do some more ad-libbing, but most of my concentration was taken up by waiting for my cue in the turn order. I got a little in, though.

Anyway, lots of fun, got to use some skills I already had in a new way, and my elderly laptop and my surprisingly reliable gaming headset were the champs of the ordeal, never faltering once. Good times!

Bonus story below.

If you didn't watch the 4 and half hour VOD, allow me to tell you the craziest part. At the beginning of stream, they were calling for volunteers, which was odd, because usually the slots fill up instantly. After about the 7th or 8th call, I thought 'fuck it, let's go' and volunteered for my second go-around. I got caught up in the OWO-speak intro and only once the game proper had started did I remember that I was on-call at the time. Which meant that at any point, my work phone could ring and I would have to stop what I was doing and answer. Oops. I figured it would be fine.

As Sean is making progress through the game, he finds a chest with infinite coins. Sean immediately decided to find out what the game meant by infinite and proceeded to farm coins for HALF AN HOUR. No story progress is made, it's just him jumping Mario into a chest, grabbing one coin at a time. Once he realizes this, he decides it's time for intermission, so everyone takes a break while he's farming coins.

While this is happening, my work phone goes off. This is the last thing I want to happen, but it's my job, so off I go. I DM'd one of the mods to cover for me while I was gone, and went to handle it. Nothing that needed any major concentration, fortunately, but I did have fill in about 30 text boxes to fix the issue. The entire time, Sean is still farming coins. I finish up, follow up with the user (and was maybe a little sloppier on the follow-up than I could have been, because I wanted to get back to stream, but I did say they could just call me back) and then went back to where I'd been sitting.

Sean is still farming coins. I got paged out, handled it and finished up without missing my turn and no one noticed.

#super mario RPG remake #sonicmega

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Savannah Mae - c. 28 - Daryl Dixon

Summary: Savannah's birth and the weeks after.

A/N: If you read the original than you know this is already worlds different so...sorry if you preferred that one. There'll still be some 'finding out' on Savannah's part later on. Also...I had posted this before but took it down to make it better and genuinely think I made it worse.

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Patricia tacked the photo up above the coffeemaker for anyone and everyone to see. The sweetest looking baby, cheeks pudgy and eyes squinting with a little green bow in what little hair she had, swaddled in a floral blanket. Savannah, the sharpie on the back of the photo said, with the date of her birth underneath. You’d sent it to her in a letter followed by a phone call to see if there was anything (anything at all) that you needed. There wasn’t, you promised, along with promising to be home as soon as you were able to.

Dale came by as soon as Otis called, inspecting the photo and telling them to pass on some love (and a check) to you. Maggie didn’t wait for a photo, driving up on the weekend with Glenn and Beth to meet her goddaughter. She called her dad on the phone so he could pray over the baby, all eight pounds and three ounces of her. There were calls of congratulations and Otis had made the hike up to your dad’s house on Patricia’s orders with pre-prepared meals and gifts he’d collected, even a message left on the answering machine from your mom asking about seeing her granddaughter if you had the time. Everything was working to make you miss Kings County more than you thought you would.

When your dad had driven the two of you home and you’d settled Savannah in for that first night at the house you couldn’t shake the aching feeling in your chest, like something was missing. You knew it wasn’t just Daryl and you said as much to Maggie when she showed up to meet the little girl.

“Feels like there should be a house full of people crowding in to see her and give me all the parenting advice I don’t need and asking why she hasn’t already been christened even though she’s only been alive for a week.” You had admitted while you were sitting at the kitchen table feeding her and letting Maggie make you tea. The scene felt overwhelmingly adult though you were feeling more and more like a kid these days. Everything seemed too complicated and too big to be yours. A baby, a husband (in prison, no less), college, a part time job...you wanted to be able to just drop something, as if that was a possibility. Like elementary school when you couldn’t do soccer and baseball at the same time so you stopped playing baseball. But all these things were yours and you couldn’t leave any of them behind.

When you’d first started actually dating Daryl it felt like you were hanging on to small town Georgia life because you didn’t want to let him go but being closer to Atlanta only made you miss home. You wanted to be near Maggie and Patty and you wanted to go to the same old church and work in the same old diner and do all the things you always did. This, the being away, made you feel like you were stuck out at sea when everyone else was safely on the boat.

“You’ll be down before you know it,” Maggie had said, as if she could already see your future all laid out in front of her. It was the same thing she always said when you mentioned even the slightest feelings of homesickness to her. Maggie’d had her whole life planned out since the day you met her. She was going to get married (that part had been fuzzy but it was clearer now that Glenn was in the picture) and she was gonna have kids and she was gonna take over the farm from her daddy when he got too old to run things.

“Four years is a long time...” you felt like everything lately was going double the speed but too slow at the same time. Four years sounded like a decade but nine months had gone by in the blink of an eye. “Besides, Daryl’s got ten max.”

“You can’t just think of it as sitting up here waiting for him, you gotta live your life.”

Easier said than done, you wanted to say. “I know, I know. It’s not like I’m just cooped up watching the calendar or something. I just mean, even if I do go back to Kings County...Daryl’s not gonna be there. I just, I don’t know. Nobody’s talking about me here, ya know? I don’t have to listen to gossips whispering behind my back while I serve them breakfast. And that’s kinda nice but...there aren’t any familiar faces either and I just keep thinking to myself, how much I miss him.”

Maggie smiled, “Oh, they’re doing that whether your home or not. Patricia’s already got Savannah’s picture all up on display. People can’t come through the door without her or Otis telling ‘em all about it.”

“Oh I’m sure,” you had talked to Patricia almost every day since you’d left, hearing stories about Kings County and telling her every detail of Savannah’s few weeks on earth. You wanted to tell Maggie that it really wasn’t much of a decision for you, this place was your dad’s home but it didn’t feel like yours. “I just wish I could speed up the time a little bit. Make everything happen faster than it’s happening right now.”

You missed Kings County most of all on the day Savannah was born. It was a good few hours' drive up to your dad’s apartment and Michonne had been planning all month to take some days off so she could be around when the due date approached but timing was never your strong suit so it was no surprise the baby came early. Two whole weeks and Michonne was on shift, leaving your dad (nerves already shot from years of living with your mom) to be there with you at the birthing center.

“I read this, this...article. I read this article that said skin to skin contact is the best way for, uh, for babies to form, like, bonds. Do you, do you think that’s true? That if a baby doesn’t have the, uh...the skin to skin...do you think they won’t bond? Like, later?” You asked, twisted in the bed so you could watch the nurse hanging fluids beside your bed. Your hands kept seizing up as you held the railing, fingers contracting and releasing in an effort to rid yourself of the feeling of needles under your skin. You knew the anxiety attack was there even before you really felt it, the air in the hospital room heavy and humid no matter how cool the AC was trying to make it. You felt like you were going to vomit and you wondered how you’d managed to hold it together for the last eight months because even your lowest points felt like highs right then at the birthing center.

“Honey,” your father’s tone was soft and knowing, he’d heard every irrational thought that crossed your mind and more than once had driven you down to the jail to see Daryl, though trips got more and more infrequent the closer you got to term. “It’s okay,” he was attempting to be reassuring, you knew that, but you could only hear someone tell you that things would be okay so many times before you wanted to scream.

“No,” you snapped, waving him off with an arm that felt like lead, “no! I read about it.”

“It helps,” the nurse replied, whether she knew exactly what she was saying or not, you were just happy that someone had the decency to be honest with you. “But it’s not the only thing that forms a bond.”

“Ya see honey, nothing to worry about.”

It was a nice sentiment in the moment and you knew it was supposed to calm your nerves but it did little to help in actuality. You felt more and more like your entire life was imploding and you were trying to focus on the present, what was happening right now (the epidural having reduced the intensity of the pain you had been in when you first arrived), but thinking about the baby made you think about Daryl and thinking about Daryl...

“I should’ve kept going to see him,” you said, watching the nurse as she walked out of the room. “I told him I couldn’t-”

“It was putting too much stress on you and the baby. Your doctor even said so.” Your dad pointed out. The excuse was a nice one, the same one you used on Daryl, but it was more than stress that had kept you away the last four months. “Besides, Daryl told you not to be coming down all the time.”

“I know,” you felt yourself starting to tear up, eyes blurring as you pressed the side of your face into your pillow and looked out the window, “I know what my doctor said but it was just bullshit, I mean, I was just angry...that’s it. I was angry and I was being a brat and I didn’t want him to get to have any of the moments I was getting. Like...if he was gonna be in there then why should he get to feel when the baby kicks or see the sonongram or any of that but it was just shit. It doesn’t matter...I was just angry and it was for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothing baby,” your dad stressed, “you’re allowed to be angry at someone, even if you love them. Especially if you love them. You don’t have to let someone put you through shit just cause they’re being stupid. You’re allowed to be mad and you did this alone and you’re allowed to decide how that happens.”

You glanced back at him, “what if he doesn’t wanna see her? If he’s angry right back and doesn’t want anything to do with us?”

“Doesn’t sound like him at all.”

It took 36 hours and coming close to breaking your father’s hand, but Savannah Mae Dixon was born right around dinner time the day after you came to the hospital. She was seven pounds and ten ounces and she already had a full head of hair. Michonne had gotten there in time to be in the delivery room too and she stood on the other side of your bed, brushing your hair away from your forehead and telling you what a great job you were doing.

When it was finally just the four of you, back in your hospital room while you fought off falling back to sleep as you held Savannah in your arms, it felt like you could finally relax.

“I still remember when you were born,” your dad started to say, reaching over cautiously to brush a few strands of hair over on Savannah’s head. “well...your mom had me out in the waiting room the whole time, with her dad sitting there next to me staring me down. But otherwise, I remember.”

“I told Daryl this was too hard but...I really wish he was here right now.” You admitted.

“He wishes he was here too, I’m sure of it.” He replied.

“Yeah well, he would be-��

“Honey,” your dad cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “You can’t change what happened and you can’t dwell on it either. Trust me, there are a million things I wish I coulda done differently, that I’m sure you wish I had done differently, but we can’t go back. Just have to make the most of what we have right now.”

You sighed, focusing your attention back on the baby in your arms. You knew that your dad was right but you didn’t really want anyone else’s opinion or attempts at rationalizing. All you wanted to do was lay there and pity yourself. And you couldn’t help thinking about Daryl being with you, he would’ve stayed the whole time, not stepped outside like you’d heard Rick did. Things you thought would bother him never did. He would’ve tried not to smile, maybe he would’ve even pretended not to cry. He’d try to play it cool but he’d be the first to hold the baby.

“If your daddy was here he’d be so excited to meet you,” you whispered, cradling her closer to you as the nurse returned to the room, “you got his pretty blue eyes, so I’m hoping you keep ‘em.”

Patricia wasn’t the only person who could stake a claim in pictures of Savannah. Hershel had hung one on the bulletin board in the vestibule (encouraging the congregation to pray for the baby and you), Dale had photocopied Patricia’s and hung it in the auto body shop (right beside Axel’s calendar of Sport’s Illustrated models), and then there was one hanging on the concrete, whitewashed wall of Daryl’s cell. It was a llitte too big to fit in a wallet and had bent at the edges during transit. He taped it right beside his pillow so he could see it at night when he couldn’t sleep.

Michonne had been the one to send it to him, along with a quick note telling him that Rick was swamped with work and Carl and things were always looking grim with Lori and that was why he hadn’t managed a trip out to see his best friend. What she didn’t say was that Rick wasn’t coming but Daryl already knew that, he would have been more shocked if she told him the deputy sheriff was planning a trip. He played along though, biting his tongue whenever Michonne tried to make things seem better than they were. The picture was just another reminder that Daryl had screwed up.

“Look at her, she’s adorable!” Paul had been the first to congratulate him (the only, really), peering at the photo from the desk in the corner of the cell as Daryl taped it up. “Aaron and I talked about adopting someday. I don’t know if I can anymore...actually.”

Daryl, like most times, remained silent.

Paul, like most times, kept on talking, “How’s mom feeling? Any postpartum issues?”

“Haven’t heard,” Daryl shrugged, “she ain’t been coming ‘round.”

Paul’s expression changed to one of mild embarrassment, of course he knew that you hadn’t been to see Daryl in close to five months but he’d been a little hopeful, especially when the letter was opened, that you’d let go a little of the frustation that had turned to bitterness. “Sorry,” he apologised, solely for mentioning any of it in the first place, “just saw the picture and figured-”

“Friend a mine sent it.” Daryl replied, cutting him off.

The last time you’d been to the prison you were just around five months pregnant, still sick most of the time and trying to take night courses at the community college near your dad. Whatever the honeymoon stage of being together that you and Daryl might’ve been in before had weened. You looked less like you wanted to be there and more like you wanted to run back out the door and he couldn’t honestly blame you for it.

He’d been waiting for this day for a while. Counting down all the good moments until the bad one came.

“I don’t think I can come up anymore,” you picked at the hem of the maternity dress as you sat at the table across from him. You felt like throwing up, anxiety blubbing in your stomach. You’d rehearsed this speech a million and one times before you finally made the trek out to see Daryl. “It’s just a lot of stress on the baby, you know?”

“I get it,” Daryl nodded, hair falling in his eyes when he bowed his head. You weren’t meeting his eyes and you hadn’t since you sat down. Hands still in your lap and body tense as you tried to stumble through some kind of explanation.

“It’s just...it’s been hard. And it doesn’t feel like it’s gonna get any better, ‘specially not once the baby’s actually here.” You said, “I can’t be taking a baby to a jail every week Daryl. I got enough on my plate as it is.”

“I get it.”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna see you...I do. But-”

“I get it.”

You huffed, leaning a little closer and finally looking at him. “Is that all you can say?” You snapped, “just ‘I get it’?”

“What’d ya want me ta say?” Daryl asked, “been saying since the beginning that ya’d get sick a me-”

“I’m not sick of you Daryl...god. I’m just...I’m trying to raise a baby. Our baby. That you’re supposed to be helping me with. And instead, you’re here and excuse me if I don’t feel like packing up a fucking car every week to haul a baby here because you were too boneheaded to do what you shoulda done.” You said, voice dropping to a whisper so no one around heard you.

“It ain’t that simple.”

You shrugged, “you know I love you Daryl...I just, I just need some time to-”

“I get it.” He cut you off again, crossing his arms on the tabletop and looking toward the clock. There was hardly time left for the visit but the last few minutes felt like decades, silence stretching between the two of you as you waited. Daryl said nothing else and when it was time to go he stood and left before you even got up.

He regretted the conversation but then, Daryl regretted a good deal of his life. He wasn’t sure if he was just trying to self sabotage or not but the moment you’d told him you didn’t think you could keep showing up he was shutting down. He could feel the end, because he could always feel the end, hovering right there behind him and threatening anything good that he ever had the opportunity to have.

When he zoned back into the conversation Paul was still having, even though it was onesided at this point, he realized the guard was outside there cell door. Visitation, it was tuesday, and he was calling both their names. Daryl fully expected to see Michonne sitting at a table waiting for him with some new update that he didn’t want. She had been coming by for the last three weeks, since Savannah was born, to tell him how you were doing. As much as he wondered he wanted to tell her to stop coming. If you didn’t want him to know, if you didn’t want to see him, than there was no point in dragging him along, forcing him to hope that maybe things would change.

But it wasn’t Michonne and Paul tapped his arm excitedly before heading over to see Aaron. You were sitting there with a baby in your arms, looking a little unsure of yourself. When you saw him and smiled he was reminded of the way you’d looked the first time you met him, so eager but so nervous. He’d wanted to spend all day driving you around in his truck then and now he was already aching knowing that his time would be up soon.

“Didn’t think ya’d come by.” He said, sitting down at the table and fixing his eyes on his daughter.

“Michonne told me she gave you a picture, wanted you to see her in person.” You replied. You shifted so you could show her to him, her blue eyes staring into his.

Daryl reached across the table to touch her cheek and then her hand, tiny fingers clutching at one of his weakly. “She looks like ya. Thought it when I saw the picture, thinking it even more now.”

“My dad said she’s much quieter than I was...said I never stopped making noise. Sometimes I think she’s sleeping she’s so quiet and she’s just looking around. Quiet as a mouse.” You said, “I figure she gets that from you.”

“Ain’t surprised ya were mouthy as a baby...yer mouthy now.” He replied and snorted quietly when you kicked his foot under the table.

“I am not!” You huffed. You looked around to the guards standing at the edges of the room, “think they’ll let you hold her?”

Daryl seemed to tense at the suggestion.

“You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Even with all the months of knowing that you were going to have a daughter, you knew it wasn’t exactly something Daryl was completely ready for. You weren’t ready for it yourself.

“Ain’t that,” he assured you, “just don’t wanna drop ‘er or something...have ‘er cry second she sees me.”

“She’s not gonna cry Daryl, she’s your daughter.” You assured him, looking back over toward one of the guards. A nicer looking one that you hoped would feel bad for you. “It alright if he holds her?”

“That’s fine.”

“See, said it’s fine.” You stood up and came around the side of the table, shifting Savannah in your arms so that Daryl could take her from you, “support her head,” you instructed. You’d been saying it to everyone all the time. Half the time saying it to yourself in a whisper when no one was around, as if you might forget how to hold your daughter.

Daryl took Savannah from you, cradling her in his arms. The faintest of smiles crossed his face as she looked up at him and you felt like all the pent up emotion drained out of you. Like your shoulders relaxed and for the first time since your daughter was born you didn’t feel quite so alone. A somewhat ludicrous thought, considering Daryl’s current predicament and the wealth of people that had shown up to offer support (even Aaron had dropped by to hold Savannah and volunteer himself for chores) after the baby was born. But you didn’t really mind having the thought, giving into naviety for just a moment and enjoying the way it felt to watch Daryl hold Savannah.

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basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin · 10 months

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OKAY HI

is there any chance you remember Mark?

If not, here's a refresher: Mark is this vampire who mixes slang from three centuries mercilessly and wears priceless Victorian waistcoats with tracksuit bottoms with no shame.

(I didn't remember his name lol, had to check)

Anyway, so Mark is moving. He lives in this beautiful castle built by Ludwig || in Bavaria. Now, Ludwig is know as the fairy tale king and his palaces were built to fit such a title.

Mark is moving to a condo for a couple of reasons

He never bothered to learn German

The castle is just cold

Every so often a kid comes across it and he has to silence them or whatever

There is no closet space left

However, now Mark has to sell off said castle. First, though, he needs to make up some lies to tell the realtor about why the locals think is cursed, why the entryway carpet has a few stains that look weirdly like dried blood- you know what? I'll make you a list.

Why the locals have the strange idea his home is cursed

Why the entryway carpet has a few stains the look somewhat like dried blood

Why all the bins are overflowing with empty bottles of sunscreen

Why there are priceless victorian outfits in incredible condition stuffed into the backs of closets and under chairs

Why there is no food in the kitchen

Why every so often a kid goes missing when they come poking around

How the castle had stayed in his family for centuries

Why the lack of modern elements such as electricity?

Honestly there's probably more but that's pretty long already.

Anyway, I hope you'll excuse my antics and my procrastination techniques (I should be editing rn)

omg hi, i'm genuinely dying for these random asks about mark ahhh

(also i didn't exactly remember the name but the moment i read 'vampire who mixes slang from three centuries' it all came back to me)

omg, i imagine that would be a big issue lmao

so, my answers are probably not the most creative ones but i imagine they would work:

so, hundreds of years ago, there lived a very bad person in the castle, who would rule over bavaria. said person would take a large amount of food from the farmers that lived there as payment in exchange for him to protect them all with his soldiers. but, as one can probably imagine, some years crops are very good and some years... well, not so. so in a year when the people barely had anything to eat, they still had to give away a huge amount to the ruler, most people had to give more than they had, so that they had to give up their houses and farm animals and were practically homeless, leading to many many deaths. whoever was able to survive ran away to better lands. when the ruler finally died, with no heirs of their own, mark's ancestors moved in and live slowly came back to the lands. it is said, that to this day, the ruler's spirit still lives in the walls of this very castle. but obviously, this is impossible. mark has lived there for hundreds- i mean, his family has lived there for hundreds of years and there has never been an unexplainable noise or movement or whatever. i mean, how would that even be possible to still be somewhat alive after hundreds of years, right? right?? so, it's obviously just a little ghost story that people tell each other on a dark autumn night with the only purpose being to scare each other.

oh, so that's fun story actually. you see, there was this ball, not too long ago, where lots of influential people met up. it was very unofficial tho so that no one really knew about it unless they were invited. basically just a little party amongst themselves. you see, since he moved into the castle, mark had access to more aristocratic rows of society. as it so happens, some people got into a fight, as in physically. unfortunately, while they were tumbling to the ground as a bundle of various bodies, they knocked over a table holding red wine in several glasses. said table, unfortunately, stood at this place near the entryway carpet and was knocked onto that. as red wine is known for, it is very difficult to erase out of a carpet, and until today, a final solution has not been found, except for maybe throwing out the entire carpet, which obviously would be a shame as it's rather vintage and worth a large amount of money.

so, since we're talking about a castle built by ludwig II of bavaria, i'm going to assume we're talking about schloss linderhof/linderhof castle, since it was ludwig's favorite castle of his. the castle has several huge gardens and parks and with that come several good spots to sunbathe (for example around the water parterre). with the opportunity for the guests of schloss linderhof to use such sunbathing spots came also the luxury of getting sunscreen for free, since the residents of the castle obviously had to take care of their guests and their health. however, the disposal of those bottles was an issue, so that they were found stashed in a little room, which was so rarely used that nobody noticed them even being there until a few days ago, when all the rooms and itinerary were checked for good. but of course, they will be disposed of before the castle will be sold.

as was established earlier, the castle was the location of several balls over the years. as some balls are known for, a number of visitors tended to change their clothes for the several stages of these balls, for example for eating they had a set of clothes and for dancing they had another. some, very irresponsible, people left their clothes behind, which had the tendency of laying in rather unfortunate places due to the recent cleaning of the castle.

as a castle with a certain reputation, the castle had a great number of cooks. lately, however, mark has spent the majority of his time outside the castle with his boyfriend and at his place. therefore, there was hardly any use to having cooks and food, which would go off eventually. therefore, he sent the cooks away and had them take the food with them for themselves and their families.

since the castle is old and huge, there are plenty of chances of a child going missing on the premises without mark even noticing that the child is even there. there are several hidden places and in the gardens, there is always the possibility of children falling down trees that they try climbing or hills that they want to run up. especially around the music pavilion in the northern part there are many trees, which can make a person get lost, especially a little child. so, even when they know that a child has gone missing on the premises and everyone starts looking for them, the chances are very small for them to actually find them. of course, children should rather listen to the numerous signs telling outsiders to stay off the premises. unfortunately, several children choose to ignore them, in part because they do dares based on the ghost story explained in 1, in which they have to go onto the premises in order to show their friends that they're brave.

as established before, after the bad ruler had died the castle fell into mark family's hands. they were then introduced into the higher parts of society and soon became an influential family themselves. nowadays, everyone was very content with them taking care of the 'haunted' castle, so that they never found a reason to change the owning family.

that's a very simple question, really. since the castle is so old and has a very rich history on its own, mark's family has always tried to limit the changes made as far as possible in order to keep its inherent oldness. hence, there were never any changes to rather modern features. it was all to preserve the charm of the old castle as it was hundreds of years ago.

this was sooo much fun!! i love helping mark out, so if there is anything more i can help with, feel free to tell me :)

also, let's pretend that ludwig II lived hundreds of years earlier than he actually did, cause otherwise it doesn't make much sense what i wrote haha

also this really makes me want to visit schloss linderhof lmao

#this took soo long but i loved every second of it #and yes i did read through the entire wikipedia article on schloss linderhof #and noooo the fact that i study irish history totally didn't have any influence on my answer number 1...

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Stranger Things/Bridge to Terabithia crossover?

So I had this idea and I really like it but I know I’ll probably never write it so if anyone wants to continue it feel free to write it I guess just tag me cuz I’d love to read it. Anyway I’d love to see a bridge to terabithia crossover wit Mike as Jess.

So in this AU Ted and Karen get divorced and the kids end up split up when they’re young. Ted remarries Mrs. Aarons and takes her last name. he’s happier here but still doesn’t really parent Jess/Mike who is the only kid he gains custody of since his new wife already has 3 (was it 3?) girls and if he added his 3 kids Ted feels it’ll be too much so he lets Karen keep Nancy and Holly but fights for Mike not because he wants him but so that he can help on the farm Ted bought. Karen kept the same house the OG wheelers live in. Ted changes Mikes name to what he wanted to originally name him, and makes him take Mrs. Aarons name instead of keeping Wheeler (for the family image). He still meets Will, and the party but now sends them letters and calls them to stay in touch. He also gains an interest in art through Will who encourages this new passion they share. However Ted obviously doesn’t like it and tries to get them to cut contact. Mrs Aaron’s adopts Mike and now he has a third mom and they get along well though he misses his mom, Nancy, and Holly. Annabelle (was that her name I can’t remember… or was it Mary belle? I can’t recall the sisters names… oops?) and Jess get along ok but his older stepsisters and him do not get along very well even if they grow to love each other. Any way I picture him being there from around 7/8 to around 11 which is when he met Leslie. *cue very bittersweet music * everything in Bridge to Terabithia happens and after Jess/Mike is traumatized Ted decides to move back in with Karen for a while to help. In this Au they are still divorced which is why Ted sleeps on his couch/recliner. He still visits the Aaron’s all the time but doesn’t let anyone know outside of his family so that rumors aren’t spread around. Mike also visits them and Karen and Mrs. Arron’s end up with a weird kind of friendship due to everything and because they both love Mike/Jess as their son and are trying to help. Mike(Jess) gives up his art but still keeps Wills. No one in the party really knows what happened when he lived with Ted and kind of forgot about it as Mike never talked about it.

Mike visits in the weekends all the time to hang out with Annabelle(?) who is the only one who knows of Terabithia and both go a lot and talk to Leslie. What they don’t know is that Terabithia is like the upside down but a good version/sorta. There are dangers but since Jess is King and Annabelle(?) is a princess it’s not as dangerous to them. Mike doesn’t realize this and no one in the party knows . It’s not until Vecna becomes a problem that they find out. He possesses Mike which all of Terabithia feel and send Annabelle and Leslie(her ghost) to help. The upside down is basically an evil version of Terabithia with Creels influence while Terabithia is influenced by Mike/Jess. Also this is endgame Byler. Mike/Jess is bi in this and loved both Will, Leslie, and El(mostly platonic however he confused his feelings for El due to their trauma) Jess/Mike moves on for the most part from Leslie but will always love her just like with Will. While El and him become besties. Everyone in the party eventually find out what happened once he’s vecnad as stated earlier. Also they find out he had a crush on his music teacher who he’s still broken up over because if he didn’t take her offer of hanging out (weird date thing??? I never understood what that was about I always thought it was a bit weird….but it might just be my trauma) then he feels as if Leslie might have been alive still….

Um that’s all for now so yeah let me know what you all think ? Also I was thinking that maybe some how Holly, and Jess’s/Mikes other siblings got involved with the upside down as well? Maybe they make a comment about Leslie and Nancy and co ask who that is while Mike freezes and then that’s how they find out because Annabelle(?) who has no filter says it was his girlfriend but she died… I dunno anyway if anyone wants to write this into a fic let me know… also yes this should be an original prompt? I haven’t heard of anybody else doing this….

#stranger things #bridge to terabithia #crossover #mike wheeler #Jess Aaron’s #i dont know

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Keeping Up with the Joneses

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Written for @aeroplaneblues for her birthday! When I asked Anne what she would like for her birthday this year, she suggested we do a birthday exchange-- she drew me a wonderful piece for All Pain Turns to Medicine; and in return, she asked me for an AU I’d already been hoping to get an excuse to write: a Spy x Family AU!

Marta doesn’t often take the train, not at her age. Oh no, old women like her are sedentary creatures, staying in their gingham kitchens with their Wedgewood china while they wait for their children to call. Maybe they might get out for a walk, just to the market and back, to get dinner and see what they neighbors were up to. Why only last week, Dita’s youngest fell from a tree and broke his clavicle, and Lotte’s granddaughter eloped with the postman. Not the one from their village, of course; Arnie was seventy if he were a day, and due to work until the hour his poor body gave up the ghost-- probably delivering the post, too.

But today, she was supposed to be on the train. All fine and good for her; it’s been some time since she went into town, and even if she can’t afford any of the fancy frocks on King’s Street-- ah, Chancellor’s Street, now-- then she can at least get a good look at them. All she needs is a few minutes, and she’ll be able to whip them up with her own machine, maybe even make a second for her daughter, if it’s fashionable enough to please her.

The car lurches to a stop, but Marta’s used to the rhythm of it; she hardly drops a stitch. Back when she was a girl, it’d take a town or two for those big steam engines to slow to a stop, creaking and carrying on the entire time, great gouts of steam spewing from their stacks. Now they stop on a dime without so much as a by-your-leave.

She preferred it, to be honest. All these sleek engines were fine enough, but if you were going to ride faster than a horse could gallop, well, there was nothing wrong with a little drama. Well deserved, in her opinion.

Ah, but that’s not what the children like nowadays. No, it’s all clean lines, shiny and chrome, hurtling toward the future without a care for what came first. Why, when she was a young woman--

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

Marta glances up from her stitching, expecting the sort that’s usually heading toward the city, all shuttered eyes and wary expressions. Jaded, that’s what they call it, all above the finest suits the continent has to offer. Style over substance.

Instead, she’s met by wide eyes set over a wider smile, the sort of earnest innocence she hasn’t seen since she was a girl, not much older than the one in front of her. Her suit might be cut close and cinched like the ones in town, but put her in a skirt and shirt and she could have walked right off the farm.

“I’m sorry to bother you when you’re working so hard.” One neat hand gestures to the seat across from her. “But may I sit here?”

She should say no; there’s a body she’s waiting for, one supposedly getting on at this very stop. But still, Marta takes in that autumn red twisted above her tweed and tastes crisp in her mouth, the brisk breezes of her youth chapping her cheeks.

“Well,” she says, straightening on the vinyl. There’s plenty of room for another passenger, should one come along. “I don’t see why not.”

Those pretty eyes crinkle at the edges. “You’re too kind, Miss...?”

“Kino.” A lady doesn’t shake hands-- no matter what’s in fashion now-- but Marta does bob her head, a gesture the girl returns with an even sweeter smile. “Are you traveling far--?”

The speakers crackle overhead, a terrible noise. “Next stop,” it announces with a man’s hard voice, “Express to Tanbarun City. End of the line.”

“Ah,” Marta sighs. “I suppose not.”

Humor catches light in her eyes, setting all its facets sparkling. “It’s a long enough ride between these two stops, so I’ve heard. And I’ve already traveled quite a bit already.”

“Is that so?” She’s not in practice of putting down her stitching once she’s started, not even for the people she waits for, but there’s such a becoming flush to the girl’s cheeks, Marta can’t help but find herself drawn in. “What brings you all the way to town? Can’t imagine you’re going for the shopping, the way I am.”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s not for anything interesting.” The girl waves a hand, too humble. “Just work.”

“Work?” Marta blinks, taking in that pretty suit again, unassuming with its olive tweed, and retakes her measure. “You might not think that’s remarkable, but when I was your age, a girl wasn’t allowed to have an occupation. Just a baby in each arm and house she kept for her husband. But here you are, going to the city.”

The young lady flushes; it’s not the precise sort of pink that’s considered pretty nowadays, but there’s something honest in it. “Oh, it’s nothing. Really!”

“Now what is it you do?” She has the sort of face that could sell flowers, or maybe cakes straight from the bakery window. School mistress wouldn’t be out of the question, save that the capital’s a long way to travel for that salary. “Keep shop? Oh, but you’re dressed so sharply, you must be a secretary for someone very important.”

Marta’s hardly prepared for the rueful smile she gives. “A doctor, actually. For the hospital at Lilias.”

Her mouth works. “A...a doctor. Oh my. At Lilias?” The foremost hospital in the country didn’t just hire anyone, not when the Chancellor was one of their patients. “That’s very...prestigious. Are you a, ah, pediatrician perhaps? Or maybe one of those, what do they call them? The skin people.”

“Dermatologists,” the young lady corrects, so polite. To think, she’s a doctor. She hardly looks old enough to sit at a bar, let alone save a life. “And no. I’m a gynecologist. And obstetrician, of course.”

“Oh my.” She might as well be a broken record for as much as she’s been saying that lately. “I hear that’s where the Chancellor sends his wife. Maybe you’ll see her, er...”

There’s no delicate way to complete that thought, no way to wish her success that wouldn’t imply something improper. Still, the woman smiles, wider this time, if a bit distracted. “I hope so, Mrs Kino.”

Marta’s hands twitch, reaching for her stitching if only for something to do. Anything to keep her eyes from wandering, to keep her from wondering whatever happened to the one she was supposed to meet, the one from--

“Approaching Tanbarun City. Final Stop, Tanbarun city,” the speaker cracks, loud enough to make her jump. “Please make sure to remove all your luggage before exiting the car.”

“Oh my, do you mind if I take that paper? The one just under your arm-- yes, there.” Two of her slender fingers resting on the paper’s edge, right where it reads TANBARUN CITY TIMES.

“Oh...” Marta stares down, looking at the bright red 14 written at the top, circled twice. “I’m afraid I’m simply...there’s someone...”

“Ah, of course.” Her eyelashes flutter, nervous, but those fingers don’t move. “But you see, I’m looking for an apartment. Do you think there might be one on White Street?”

Marta drags her gaze up, meeting those wide eyes, green as the fields in spring. If the girl hardly looked like a doctor, she looked even less like-- like--

Expect them on the train to Tanbarun City, the message had said yesterday morning, buried in a personal ad about tropical fish. Last stop before the capital. They’ll ask about an apartment on White Street.

“Oh dear.” Her arm lifts, numb. “You better go ahead then. I hear those ones sell like hotcakes the moment they open up.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m starting early.” Her mouth quirks as she takes the paper, more rueful than sly, but when she glances over it’s with genuine interest. “What is it you’ve been working on, Mrs Kino? I haven’t had the chance to take a very good look.”

“Bees,” she says, stilted, tipping the hoop toward her. “I’ve always quite liked them.”

“Bees,” the girl breathes with a nod. “Code B.”

Marta can only stare as she opens the paper, this girl with the face of her childhood, murmuring, “What’s the world come to when girls like you have to do jobs like this?”

Again, her mouth twists, regret in every wrinkle. “The one we live in.”

She flips it to the first page, pressing it flat on the table, and then, then--

“Oh.” The blood drains from her face, eyes glued to the headline. “Oh no.”

It’s only because the cypher gives her an address that Shirayuki has anywhere to go. Any purpose being in this city, since now, it’s clear, she has none. Not when every corner holds a flag at half mast, and over every doorway hangs a swag of black. On the street corner, the paper boys call out the only headline anyone cares to hear: Extra, extra! The First Lady of Tanbarun Has Died!

She nods when the super offers to show her around the apartment, pointing out the extra bedrooms, the extravagant square footage. It had taken months for Clarines Intelligence to hunt down a place like this, humble yet chic, not too run down for a royal physician but also not too grasping, something that wouldn’t draw too much attention with a single woman living in it. To hear Zen talk, the Director had rejected almost fifty flats out of hand before he finally-- reluctantly-- put his stamp on this one. And now the only amenity she cares to hear about is--

“A phone?” Her head whips around. “Did you say there was a phone?”

“Oh, yes.” The super grins, puffed with pride. He’s a larger man, at least in one dimension, looking positively jolly when he tells her, “A private line, too. No need to share with the neighbors! The city just came by to install it a week ago, free of charge.”

The city. She stifles a sigh. The Director’s truly brazen, sending men to impersonate the government.

Still, once she’s finally seen the super out, it’s hard to fault him. It’s never been the plan to speak over the wire, not when it was child’s play-- Kiki’s words, not hers-- to tap one. But there’s still a number scrawled in her address book, filed under “Sampson, Osamu S.” that’s for emergency use. Not something to use on the first day, but, well-- her first day is an emergency.

Making a call like this is already twisting her nerves in knots, but just the thought of making it on a party line, having to twist this situation into something so oblique the nosy ladies in the building can’t find it suspicious enough to report...

Shirayuki grimaces, anxiety building with each turn of the dial. Sometimes one has to be grateful for small miracles. Even if they’re orchestrated by a meddlesome Director.

“Shirayuki?” Her stomach twists at the familiar voice, thick with sleep. It’s only nine, and already this whole mission has fallen to pieces. “Is that you? Are you all--?”

“Darling,” she says, clipping her words to keep them from shaking. “I have bad news.”

“D-dar--?” Zen coughs, feet hitting the floor with a thump. Or at least, she’s hoping its just his feet. “W-what is--?”

“It’s the dishwasher.” Her heels clack as she paces the floor, leashed by the phone’s coiled cord. “It looks like the unit doesn’t have one, even after we paid all that money to have it installed.”

“Dishwasher?” His voice is crisper now, more awake. “What do you--? What’s going on?”

“Super says the dang thing didn’t arrive, can you believe it?” Shirayuki claps her hand over her mouth, stifling the squeak on that last word. She can’t do this; she’s a doctor, not a spy, but still, still--

With a shake, she continues, too bright, “I called the company though, and it’s the damnedest thing. They think it’s gone to the wrong apartment. Do you think you could check the, uh, papers?”

“The...papers?”

“For the address.” Her fingers tangle in the cord, the only thing keeping her grounded. “You know, in case I made a mistake. Silly me.”

His snap is muffled through the phone, but she can make out, “Get me the paper. Tanbarun Times, on my desk, yesterday. There we are. Now--” the line goes utterly, terribly silent, a clear sky before a storm. “Damn. Damn. The First Lady--”

“Oh, yes, it definitely looks like I’m the first lady to live here,” she giggles, tight and nervous. “And those pictures we saw of the bedrooms were certainly generous. Our mattress looks so big in there! Maybe we need to change the scale of things.”

“Right.” Zen’s breath shudders through the line, his distress enough to make even her knees wobble. “Change the scale. I-- I think we can do that. Just let me--” she can just imagine him now, eyes closed, nose pinched between his finger; how between one blink and the next he’d grow steady, a solid place to put her weight upon-- “just hang on, honey. I’ll see this gets all sorted out.”

“Thank you.” Relief radiates down her spine, her limbs trembling. “I don’t know how I would have handled this all myself.”

“Don’t worry about it.” This is where he’d lay a hand on her shoulder if she was with him, exuding the sort of easy confidence only man like him can. “It’ll be handled. Just...take care. Until I see you again.”

Her breath catches. “Right, right. Until I see you.”

The line goes dead, silence ringing in her ears. And into it, Shirayuki scowls.

“All right.” She glares down at the dial, hoping it travels through the wire as well as her voice does. “I know you’re there.”

It’s silent for a long moment, just that empty space of a line disconnected, but-- then there’s a laugh.

“Oh, what?” Izana Wisteria, Director of Clarines Intelligence hums. “No darlings for me?”

“You must understand, Ms Lyon,” the Director begins, once she’s taken a seat. She’s found most conversations with him are improved upon by sitting down, preferably with a strong drink. Unfortunate that he didn’t see fit to send her a housewarming gift; she’s missed the wines here, and with his budget, he could afford the best. “We are in a tight spot with regards to Tanbarun.”

It’s impossible to imagine the Director ever being in a tight spot, not unless it was one of his own making. “So there won’t be any rescue.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that you were the sort of woman that needed rescuing.” If she closes her eyes, she can picture his smirk, so self-satisfied and sly where he lounges behind his desk. “This is your dream, isn’t it? A post at the much vaunted Lilias Hospital. The opportunity to work with like-minded colleagues that can keep up with you.”

Her cheeks burn against the receiver. “That was a private conversation. And I believe I said keep pace, not...that.”

“You should know by now, Ms Lyon, but privacy is merely a matter of how many ears you perceive hearing you, not how many there are.” His drawl rankles, but the Director’s not in the habit of leaving her space to reply. Oh no, instead he tells her, “You’ll stay at Lilias for the time being.”

I earned this position myself, she wants to say, I don’t need your permission to keep it.

“I thank you for the opportunity,” she manages instead, words eking through her teeth. “But really, I don’t think this arrangement--”

“I understand that your mission’s parameters have changed.” She can hear his grin as he adds, “You can hardly serve as a private physician without your patient. However, it would take us years to place someone in as trusted position as yours. Very few people can come across the border and have the potential to access to the First Family so quickly.”

“I’m a doctor, Izana.” Her fingers clench white around the cord. “Not one of your assets. I only agreed to this because it was supposed to help--”

“It still will,” he insists. “Just in a different capacity than the one we planned for you. One that won’t interfere with your duties at the hospital.”

“Why me?” It’s the same question she’s been asking since he approached her with this offer. She’s simply a doctor, not some diplomat trained in the ways to keep countries at peace. “Don’t you have anyone else who can--?”

“No.” The word freezes her to the tips of her toes. “Didn’t you read past today’s headline?”

“I...” The paper’s just on the table, within arm’s reach. It only takes two fingers to pull it toward her, a pinch to open it. Print sprays down its columns, tight and concise, and it takes a moment for her eyes to focus, for them to find-- “Oh.”

TANBARUN SECRET SERVICE BUSTS ESPIONAGE RING IN CAPITAL. Beneath it, there’s a picture of three men on the ground, the masked servicemen putting knees into their backs. Clarines corruption ranges far and wide so close to home!

“There are others,” Izana murmurs, softer now. “Positioned well for the game we thought we would be playing. But now it will take time to gain the toehold we lost. You’re our best bet at getting close enough to the Chancellor to make a difference.”

“All right,” she breathes, fingertips brushing over the woman in the corner, sobbing as a serviceman hauls her away. “What do I need to do?”

“That depends.” She can hear his smile as he says, “How do you feel about children?”

This meeting is going on forever. Ren might be getting paid by the hour, but this is ridiculous.

“You think this guy can get on with it?” he huffs, leaning against a pillar. “I know it’s the dream to blow your wad on girls and cigars, but c’mon. It’s been two hours.”

“What?” Jun huffs, his ugly mug getting uglier as he grins. “Jealous he can last that long?”

“Fuck you. They’re just eating or whatever.” He shrugs. “Seems a waste when they’re nickel n’ diming you every minute. Not like it matters to them if they get dinner first.”

Jun’s hulking shoulders lift and split like mountains. “It’s the principle of the thing. You get some girls, you show them a good time, you f--”

Ding.

They both straighten, glaring at the elevator as the arrow settles on 13. This floor. One that the boss had made sure to rent out, all private-like.

“Is there another girl?” Jun asks, getting to his feet.

Ren squints like he might be able to see through the metal if he tried hard enough. “He’s already got four. What’s he gonna do with another? Human body doesn’t even got that many holes.”

The doors slide open, slow like a striptease, and standing there--

It’s some guy. Average height, dark hair, dressed to the nines in some suit Ren knows didn’t come off the rack. Foreign, now that he’s got a good look. Not from around here.

“You think the boss sent for him?” he mutters, but Jun shakes his head. “Hey, you lost, pal?”

“Dunno.” The guy shrugs, tugging at his glove. “This where the party is?”

“Party?” Jun frowns at him. “Don’t think you’re invite--”

He never finishes his sentence. He’s too busy trying to pull the knife from his throat.

“Let’s try this again.” The guy saunters up, hard soles clacking against the marble. With one tug, blood sprays across the floor, spattering onto his cuff. Jun hits the floor. “That’s gonna be hell to get out. Anyway.” He spins toward Ren, knife pointing toward the door. “That where the party is?”

Oh hell, he’s not paid enough for this. “Y-yeah.”

The guy nods. “Brennan?”

“Uh...uh-huh.”

His mouth splits into a grin. “Good. Hate to get the wrong guy.”

The double doors on that room took both him and Jun to open, but this guy flings them wide, standing there like some maestro in front of his ensemble. Like he’s the conductor, and oh boy, is this band gonna play. “Councilman Brennan?”

“Wh-who are you?” the boss cries out, but Ren can’t bear to look. Not when he closes his eyes and all he sees is red. “Get this man out of here.”

“Terribly sorry to interrupt.” Another knife leaps to his hand, the way cards do during a trick, but oh, Ren knows this one won’t shock and amaze. “But may I have the honor of taking your life?”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #spy x family AU #my fic #ans #man i had so much obi & ryuu planned for this one but i had to cut for pacing #next chapter though #gonna get some fun obi stuff #and shirayuki learning just how she feels about kids

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poorboypictures · 2 years

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Frank Pellegrino on 24 Carrot Island

Frank Pellegrino woke up to a seagull screeching above his head. Not understanding what was going on, Frank shooed the bird away before standing up and stretching; he was a bit stiff from sleeping in a ball. Looking around after stretching, he immediately noticed his predicament; he was in a basket, attached to a balloon, in the middle of a vast ocean scattered with islands, with nothing but his clothes and a backpack in the corner; Frank knew his name, and where he was, but he didn’t know how he got there or how long he had been there, but he had the oddest feeling that he had some problems to solve.

***

Frank looks at his map, focused on trying to figure out where he needs to go next; he had helped a few island residents already and is looking for a new island to explore.

“Steamworks sounds interesting; Super Villain sounds a bit dangerous, Nabooti sounds… odd. Hmm… 24 Carrot seems like a good choice, sounds fun.”

As if the balloon can understand him, it immediately flies towards a small island consisting of a small town, a few farms, and a factory. Soon Frank finds himself climbing down his Balloons rope onto the main street of the small town that looked more run down than it did in the air.

“Oh, man… what happened here…?” He asks himself quietly.

He looks around to see signs on all the businesses and buildings; “closed” “going out of business” “out of stock”. Frank sees a man in a ragged suit sitting on a bench next to the Carrot King Diner and heads over.

“’Scuse me!” He calls. “What happened here?”

The Man sighs. “Son, our town runs on one thing and one thing only: carrots. For months now, our carrots have been disappearing, taking away our livelihood; our stores have closed, banks have foreclosed on our farms, and our residents have moved away. Our town is done for unless someone can stop the carrots from disappearing.”

“I take it no one has yet?” Frank asks.

“There are some local kids who’ve tried, but they’ve gone missing.”

Frank thinks for a moment. “I could try.” He says, unsure of the decision.

The Man’s face lights up.

“Could you?”

“Yeah, I’ve solved some other issues like this, I probably could find out what’s going on.”

The Man stands up and vigorously shakes Frank’s hand, overjoyed at the prospect.

“As Mayor of 24 Carrot Island, I cannot thank you enough, son, I wish you well on this mystery.”

He lets go of Frank’s hand and Frank rubs his now sore wrist.

“Um…, any idea where to start?” Frank asks.

“Not really, but I can suggest asking around town for some leads, maybe the farmers?”

“Thanks, I’ll do that.”

Frank heads down the main street, passing the Carrot King Diner and the movie theatre, finding a homeless man wrapped in a thick blanket next to a small fire.

“Life ain’t treating you too well, huh?” Frank remarks.

“Nope. Not since the carrot cake factory closed down and I lost my job.” The homeless man answers gruffly.

“What happened?”

“Fire happened, we barely got out with our lives.”

“Sounds scary.”

“What’s scary is that you can still hear stuff moving in the factory at night; I swear the place is haunted.”

“Sounds like something might be going down in there.” Frank remarks inquisitively.

“You can try and figure that out yourself, I’m not going anywhere near that place.”

Frank cocks an eyebrow at the remark before heading back down the street, finding a hardware store and a woman out front calling out.

“Whiskers! Whiskers, where are you!?”

Frank walks over. “Lost your cat?” he asks.

“Yes, I can’t find him anywhere and I’m getting worried.”

“Why can’t you go look for him?”

“I can’t, I have to stay with at the store.”

“Store?” Frank asks, confused.

“Charlie’s Carrot Surplus.” She says as she motions towards the hardware store. “I’m Charlie.”

“Frank. I can try and look around for Whiskers for you.”

“That would be fantastic! He’s probably hungry by now; if you could find a way to feed him that would get him to trust you.”

She hands Frank a food bowl and he puts it in the hammer space he has dubbed his “Inventory.”

“Any idea where I could find him?” Franks asks.

“He used to hang around the Funny Bunny Carrot farm when it wasn’t foreclosed on.”

“Where would that be?”

“Down that way.” Charlie points past the Diner.

“I’ll get right to it.”

Frank heads towards the farm.

***

After a few minutes of jogging, Frank finds himself at the rundown Funny Bunny Carrot Farm, seeing a farmer at the edge of the property looking over the land.

“Was this your farm?” Frank asks as he gets closer.

“Yep.” The farmer replies, forlorn. “Bank foreclosed on it a while ago. Just can’t grow enough carrots to get the money to pay the mortgage.”

“Mind if I look around?”

“Go ahead, it’s all dead land anyhow.”

Frank thanks the man and starts exploring the area, soon coming across a small patch of freshly grown carrots.

“Odd. I thought all the carrots where gone?”

He walks over to the carrots only for them to disappear as he gets close.

“Hey!”

He jumps to try and grab a carrot, but misses, getting a face full of dirt; Frank gets up, more perplexed than ever.

“This is getting weird…”

In the distance, he hears a cat yowling; following the noise, he finds himself in front of a rundown barn, the meowing coming from the second floor. He tries the barn door to find it locked; Frank looks up and sees the opening to the hay loft and leaps into the barn, coming to terms with the fact that he is somehow able to leap fifteen feet into the air a long time ago.

“Still gut wrenching.” He remarks, a little queasy.

He looks around the loft to find an orange cat in a raccoon cage.

“Whiskers! What are you doing in there, little guy?”

He opens the cage and the cat dashes out of the barn, followed by a thrown together wooden cage slamming down over Frank.

“Hey!”

A raggedy man with sticks and grass in his hair pops out from behind a pile of bags of grain.

“HAH! The shoe is on the other rabbit’s foot!” The man triumphantly shouts.

“Let me out of here!”

The man looks at Frank, a bit confused.

“Hey… You aren’t Dr. Hare.”

“No, I’m not! I’m Frank! Who are you!?” Frank asks, angered.

“Maynard.”

“’Maynard?’” Frank whispers to himself, refusing to believe that is a name

Maynard pulls a rope and the cage rises off of Frank.

“Thanks.” Frank says.

“Sorry about that, I’m hiding from Dr. Hare.” Maynard explains.

“Who the heck is Dr. Hare?” Frank asks, both confused and angry.

“He’s a maniac who kidnapped the citizens of 24 Carrot Island!”

“… Why?” Frank asks skeptically.

“He’s making them work in his factory. It’s something to do with the missing carrots.”

“How do you even know all this?”

Maynard leans closer to Frank, who gets a bit uncomfortable.

“I’m the only one who escaped.” Maynard whispers triumphantly.

Frank pushes Maynard away and stands closer to the loft opening.

“That’s crazy! You’re crazy!”

“I’ll prove to you I’m not crazy! I can give you a blueprint of the factory; but first you need to find a replacement part for my trap.”

Frank sighs in defeat. “Fine, what do you need?”

“A spring, preferably tightly wound.”

“Alright, I’ll be on the lookout for a spring. Now, I need to find that cat you had trapped.”

He drops out of the hay loft and looks around in time to see Whiskers find isr way into the chimney of the farmhouse.

“Dag-nabbit…”

Frank leaps onto the top of the house and looks down the chimney, sighing.

“Well…, let’s see if I can find some milk or something.”

He hops off of the house and heads back towards town.

***

Frank enters the Carrot King Diner, finding the inside is just about as run down as the outside.

“Yeesh; Health inspector will have a fit if he comes to town.”

Frank sees a waitress cleaning a table and walks over.

“’Scuse me? Do you work here?”

“I don’t just hang out here for fun, kid.” She remarks, uninterested.

Frank pulls the cat bowl from his ‘inventory.

“Can you fill this bowl with milk?”

“Honey, I only work for tips these days.”

Frank pulls a couple PoptropiCoins from his “wallet.”

“Will this do?”

The waitress stares at the coins for a few seconds before shrugging.

“Well, it’s money.”

The waitress takes the bowl into the kitchen and comes back with the bowl filled with milk.

“Here you go, Hun.”

She hands Frank the bowl and he puts it in his inventory.

“Thanks.” Frank says as he exits the diner to head back to the farmhouse.

***

Frank is on the roof of the Funny Bunny Farmhouse looking down the chimney.

“Well, if Santa can do it, so can I.”

He jumps down the chimney, landing in a soot filled fireplace; coughing as he climbs out of the cloud of ash, Frank takes off his sunglasses to see better in the darkened house.

“Whiskers! Here kitty-kitty-kitty!”

He makes his way through the house; finding nothing downstairs, he heads up to the second floor to hear a cat meowing. Frank follows the cats call into the master bathroom, finding the tabby in the bathtub.

“Hey, Whiskers.”

The cat meows and hops out of the tub, walking into the master bedroom, stopping to clean itself; Frank pulls the bowl of milk from his inventory and sets it near the cat.

“Here you go, bud.”

Whiskers sniffs the milk before drinking some of it, meowing in content as he rubs up against Frank in thanks.

“Come on, Whiskers, Charlie’s been worried about you.”

He picks up Whiskers and the cat snuggles into his arm.

***

After finding a way to carry Whiskers up the chimney, Frank heads to Charlie’s store and enters the building; Charlie sees them enter and rushes over, taking Whiskers from Frank’s arm.

“Whiskers! There you are!”

“Found him in the farm house.” Frank says, trying not to out Maynard.

“Thank you. I don’t have a lot, but I can give you a crowbar; it might come in handy.” Charlie offers.

“Sounds like something I might need, yeah.”

“They’re over by the entrance; you can grab one on your way out.”

“Thanks.”

Frank exits the store, taking a crowbar as he passes.

“Now I just need to find that stupid spring. It hasn’t been anywhere else I’ve been, might as well check near the factory.”

***

Finding the spring near the factory, Frank sprints back to Maynard, gets the factory blueprints, and sprints back to the factory; finding a sewer drain, Frank uses the crowbar to pry the grate off and head inside, passing a massive rat as he makes his way up into the factory. Using the crowbar to shove the grate open, Frank enters the factory and turns on the power, lighting up the immediate area; Frank looks around to see crates of carrots stacked around the room.

“Okay, tons of carrots in crates with a weird robot rabbit head on the side.”

He pulls the blueprints out of his inventory and opens them up.

“Let’s see where I need to go…”

He looks at the map of the air duct system.

“I’m in the surface warehouse right now; I should probably head to the processing area to see what’s going down.”

He puts the plans back in his inventory and looks around the warehouse, finding an air vent above him.

“Bingo.”

Frank parkours his way up to the vent and enters the ventilation system; as Frank moves through the vents he picks up a pair of pliers, not knowing why they’re in the vents but he gets the feeling he might need them.

***

Eventually, Frank exits the vent in the Processing Room, makes his way down from the top of the room and looks around to see carrots being loaded into crates, carrots being blended in giant juicers, and someone across the room in a metal helmet with rabbit ears.

Frank sprints across the room towards the individual.

“Hey!” He calls out. “Are you okay!?”

A rabbit shaped security drone flies above Frank as he gets to the woman; Frank turns her around to see her eyes are blank, electricity arcing between the ears on the helmet. Shocked at the girl, Frank lets go of her and takes a step back.

“Holy…”

He notices the drone above him just as it hits him with a beam; Frank disappears in a flash of light.

***

Frank appears in the buildings’ walk-in freezer; after taking a moment to regain his senses Frank hears someone talking outside the door; Frank moves over to the door and listens closely.

“Minions! We have an intruder in the factory! The security system is set at maximum. I expect you all to keep an eye out. When we catch our guest, I’d like to give them a… hands on look at our giant juicer.”

The unknown person chuckles slyly at the thought and Frank looks a bit worried at the prospect.

“Yikes.” Frank says to himself. “I need to do something about that security system.”

He looks around and spots an electrical panel marked “Security Access” a little ways away from the freezer door.

“I knew these would come in handy.”

Frank pulls out the pliers he found earlier, opens the panel, and snips the wires.

“Now to get out.”

He looks around and spots another vent near the ceiling; Frank leaps up to the vent and makes his escape.

***

Frank makes his way up through the vents and comes out in the Printer Room.

“Well, it was on the way, may as well check it out.”

Frank leaps from the vent and lands next to another woman in a rabbit helmet.

“Excuse me? Are you okay?

The woman turns around, eyes blank, and stares at Frank.

“Can’t talk. Processing carrots.” She replies in a droned voice before turning back to her work.

Frank spots a power switch on the top of the helmet and turns off the device; the woman shutters before collapsing on the ground, surprising Frank. Frank kneels down next to the woman about to check her pulse when she groans; Frank jerks his hand back as the woman sits up, rubbing her head.

“Uugh…” She moans. “What happened…?”

She nearly collapses again but Frank keeps her sitting up.

“Hold on, miss.” Frank comforts. “You should just sit for a bit.”

“I’m free…” The woman realizes.

Frank is about to say something but the woman cuts him off as she quickly gets to her feet.

“Quick! There’s something you need to see!”

The woman goes to a giant computer and begins working the machine; Frank follows her and watches as she prints something from the computer.

“This is the password for the main system; it should give you full access.” She explains as she rips the paper from the printer.

“Kind of a cruddy system if it only needs one password to work the whole thing.”

“Thanks for freeing me, by the way.” She says as she hands Frank the paper. “And be careful, if you’re seen without the rabbot ears you’ll be captured.”

“I’ll try to find a pair. Try to find your way out of this place.”

Frank makes his way up to the vents.

***

After making his way back to the Processing Room, Frank comes up behind the first woman he came across and turns off the rabbot ears; the woman collapses, but Frank catches her before she hits the floor and props her against a stack of boxes. Frank looks around to see another person across the room by the juicers and quickly makes his way over and shuts off the rabbot ears; Frank catches the collapsing man and sets him against a juicer.

“They’ll be fine.” He mumbles to himself.

Frank makes his way over to the entrance to Dr. Hares’ lair and tries to enter the room; a camera focuses on Frank as the woman in the room wakes up and sees Frank by the door.

“NO!” She calls out frantically. “You don’t have rabbot ears!”

Frank looks over to the woman just as a trap door opens beneath him, sending him into the depths of the factory.

***

Frank falls into the underground Smelting Room, landing near the end of the line; Frank looks around, a tad confused, at the room.

“Why would a carrot cake factory need a smelting room?”

Frank makes his way through the area, looking for another exit.

“I mean, pie tins maybe, but those can be shipped…”

Frank finds a high platform with a large ventilation shaft and makes his way up to it.

“Unless this place is fully independent from the other islands.”

Frank makes it to the platform to find a busted set of rabbot ears.

“What are the odds?”

Frank places the ears in his inventory and begins his climb up the shaft.

***

The woman and man in the Processing Room are pacing, worried about Frank.

“What are we going to do?” The woman asks frantically.

“This guy made it farther than any of us!” The man exclaims. “And he failed right at the end!”

The two are interrupted by loud noises in the ventilation system above them.

“Is it the sewer rat?” The man worries.

Frank falls from the vent with a shout, landing on and breaking several crates; the man and woman rush over to see Frank sitting up in the mess.

“Oowww…” Frank wheezes.

“Are you okay? The man asks, helping Frank to his feet.

“I’m fine, just need to…”

Frank twists to the right and his back cracks loudly.

“There we go…” Frank says in relief. “Now on to the big bad.”

Frank makes his way over to the lair entrance, taking the rabbot ears from his inventory and putting them on.

“Find a way out of here while I handle Dr. Hare.”

He enters the lair without trouble.

***

As Frank enters the lair, he sees Dr. Hare, a grown man in a pink rabbit costume, standing on a floating platform.

“Hurry, you fool!” Dr. Hare shouts. “I’ve finally harvested enough carrots to fuel the giant rabbot! There’s not a moment to waste; once I reach outer space, everyone in Poptropica will become my minions!”

Dr. Hare laughs maniacally as he floats up to the rabbots head; Frank parkours his way up the rabbot to the control pad on the second floor of the room. Frank finds another man in rabbot ears and quickly frees him, placing the unconscious man on the floor.

“Now to shut this place down…”

Frank uses the system password and begins looking through the command files; the roof of the lair opens up as the rabbots’ thrusters warm up, causing Frank to speed up his search.

“Come on, come on… where’s the shut off command?”

Before Frank can find the command, the Rabbot launches into the sky.

“NO!” Frank exclaims.

“The defenses…”

Frank looks over to see the man getting up.

“We still have the defenses.” The man explains. “We can use them to stop Dr. Hare.”

“Where are they?” Frank asks.

The man points behind Frank.

“There’s one behind you, I’ll get the other one.”

Frank agrees and the two get into defense towers, booting up the manual controls and targeting system as Dr. Hare begins releasing the mind control drones.

“Ready?” Frank calls.

“I’m ready!” The man returns.

The two begin firing on and destroying the drones as they break through the stratosphere, heading for the four corners of Poptropica.

“Nearly done!” Frank calls. “Four more!”

“What are we going to do about Dr. Hare?” The man asks.

“What’s the range on these things?”

The man realizes Franks’ plan.

“Pretty far.” The man says, smiling.

The two destroy the final drone and aim at the rabbot in the sky, firing on and destroying the beast, seeing a pink escape pod being sent into space through the targeting system.

***

After climbing up through the ceiling, coming out on Main Street, Frank realizes the whole town is investigating the hole in the street; The Mayor walks up to Frank and shakes his hand once more.

“Young man, this island and her citizens are in your debt.” The Mayor proudly states. “We don’t have a whole lot right now, but we can offer you this.”

The Mayor presents a gold medal to Frank, who gladly takes the reward.

“Thank you, I’m happy I could do something.”

Frank waves to the crowd as he heads to his balloon, proud that he solved another problem, but excited to see where else he can go.

The End.

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Taken By The Alpha King by Abigail Barnette #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular

We’re moving. The home we’re leaving was built in 1907, on the site of a house that had previously burned down. Designed by the local brickyard, which shipped hundreds of copies across the midwest as a complete home-building kit, it started life as a showroom, became part of a working farm, passed through the hands of several families, and had a brief stint as a meth lab, requiring extensive refurbishment before it could become a single family rental home.

At some point during the refurbishment, the owner decided to take a metal detector for a spin. She found what she described as, “An old locket with a bunch of hair in it.” I asked if she reburied that locket, but as a medium who’d already been living in the house for several years at that point, I knew that she hadn’t.

If she had reburied the locket, maybe we wouldn’t come home to an empty house with every cupboard wide open. Maybe the bare, disembodied legs of a young girl in a gingham skirt wouldn’t jump playfully over the landing at the top of the stairs. It’s possible that the grandfather clock--which we do not own and which is not present in the house--wouldn’t tick quite so loudly.

Keeping dog sitters has been an issue. A young couple who enthusiastically loved our animals said, “Never again,” once they’d had to be in the place alone. Another found one of our dogs trapped in a closet--something that had never occurred before--and yet another sent me a picture of the Addams Family’s house, stating, “I’m going to tell my kids this is where you lived.”

It isn’t a malicious haunting. We’ve never felt unsafe. Creeped out, maybe, when the back door has automatically opened for us when our car pulled into the driveway. Freaked by the footsteps heard in unoccupied rooms, sure. And the little girl’s legs? Always a bit jarring. But after a while, one grows used to catching shadowy figures out of the corner of one’s eye. And the back door thing? That could actually be helpful when one’s hands are full.

The townhouse we’re moving to is a little over twenty years old. There has never been a recorded death in it. It isn’t built on the site of a tragedy (that we’re aware of), and the scariest thing about it is that I’ll have to negotiate two flights of stairs to get from my bed to my office, rather than just one. But I wonder, will I miss living in such a benignly haunted place? Will it feel empty? Lonely?

I look forward to the cupboard doors staying shut, though.

How about you? Do you have any spooky stories from past houses?

Taken By The Alpha King

Abigail Barnette

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Trout Nation, Inc.

Date of Publication: May 2, 2023

ISBN: 9798988035503

ASIN: B0BZ2TY27H

Number of pages: 472

Cover Artist: Covers by Kris

Tagline: He’ll never stop fighting to keep his throne…and her.

Book Description:

Born into a secret society of werewolves and betrothed to a mate she didn’t love, Bailey Dixon made the choice to leave her pack for five years. Now, she’s back and fully committed to becoming the werewolf she was destined to be.

But destiny--and the new pack king--have other plans. Rich, handsome, and utterly ruthless, Nathan Frost demands absolute obedience from the Toronto pack. When he sets his sights on Bailey, she’s plunged into a world of politics, sex, and violence she’s not equipped to navigate on her own.

With her life in danger and enemies emerging from every corner, Bailey is forced to rely on the mysterious stranger who’s usurped the throne of her pack. And even he can’t be trusted…

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Humans imagine scenes in movies where werewolves scream in agony and tear out of their clothes, which I’ve never understood. We know when the full moon is. It doesn’t take us by surprise. And we know how to dress for it.

Or undress. My breath freezes in my lungs as Nathan walks into the circle. He stops in front of the monolith to Lycaon and drops his robe.

I shamelessly look him over, the way he did to me, from his broad shoulders, down his chest dusted with dark hair that thins to a line on his shockingly sculpted abs. I wasn’t expecting him to look as good as he does. I wasn’t expecting that my mouth would water at the sight of his cock, that my thighs would clench together at the thought of how huge it must be hard.

I wish he could see me. I hope he feels me, smells me.

And I hope that the strange attraction between us is making him as crazed with need as I feel.

An acolyte—a thrall trained in our ceremonies and rituals—steps forward with a shallow silver bowl bearing a glistening human heart. It’s required for the transformation; Lycaon himself was transformed into a wolf after he angered Zeus by feeding the God human flesh. Nathan grabs the heart with his bare hand and bites into it.

That’s when he lifts his gaze and finds me, seconds before the transformation starts.

It begins with his eyes. They flash silver, then red. His face shifts, nose and jaw elongating into a muzzle. We don’t turn into wolves. That’s a myth. We turn into a creature that stands upright; body covered with short, silky hair from our clawed feet to our canine-like heads. The fur flows over every contour of Nathan’s body and his spine curves, drawing him into a hunched posture. His ears elongate, pointing straight back, a shape humans would consider more elfin than dog-like, with tufts of fur accentuating the points. His arms grow longer, as well; in this predatory manifestation, a wide reach is an advantage.

In his animalistic form, he waits for the others but stares up at me. Like this, I’m vulnerable. Far too human. I would be no match for him, should he want me. And he does want me, but even this way, he has self-control, as well as some common sense. He knows he can’t reach me, and so do I, but being the target of all that concentrated power and bestial drive is still heady and frightening.

The good kind of frightening. The kind that makes me wonder what could happen if I only push a little further.

About the Author:

Abigail Barnette is the pseudonym of Jenny Trout, an author, blogger, and funny person. Jenny made the USA Today bestseller list with their debut novel, Blood Ties Book One: The Turning. Their American Vampire was named one of the top ten horror novels of 2011 by Booklist Magazine Online. As Abigail Barnette, Jenny writes award-winning erotic fiction, including the internationally bestselling The Boss series.

Jenny has been featured on television and radio, including HuffPost Live, Good Morning America, The Steve Harvey Show, and National Public Radio’s Here and Now. Their work has earned mentions in The New York Times, Entertainment Weekly, Slate, Vulture, and Fangoria.

A longtime supporter of community theatre, Jenny has appeared on stages across West Michigan as Anelle in Steel Magnolias, Julia in Two Gentlemen of Verona, Bea Bottom in Something Rotten, and Hunyak in Chicago, among many others. They’ve worked behind the scenes as everything from director to prop master. Jenny is a proud Michigander, parent of two, and spouse to their very most favorite person.

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