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reef-of-ideas · 3 years

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Continuation from this promt of @luca-x-alberto-prompts

UNDER THE SEA

Giulia was starting to feel a little hurt. It was her birthday at the end of the week and the boys had ignored her for days.

She knew the Nerei didn't usually put much emphasis on birthdays, but they'd lived with humans (and they were her family) long enough to know how important it was. Mainly for her. But she gave them her space, respecting their choices and trying not to let it affect her.

On the morning of her birthday, she was shaken and woken by a pair of hands and greeted by brown twins and hazel twins.

"Happy birthday, Giulia," they both whispered, looking very serious.

"Grazie, ragazzi. You remembered!"

Of course I do," whispered Alberto indignantly. "Where did you think we were this week?"

Luca pulled what appeared to be a small clump of semi-dry seaweed from behind him, but held it as if it were extremely fragile.

"What is it?"

"Your gift."

She took it as gently as Luca had given it to her, though she didn't know why. She smiled at the gesture. "Grazie."

The boys looked at her expectantly in the dim light, as if she wasn't doing something important.

"...oh! There's something in the seaweed, isn't there?"

They nodded and Giulia started to unwrap. It was a very interesting looking necklace. It was tied with stones, shells, scales and corals. All parts were gently admonished and carved with symbols in a language she had never seen.

"This is beautiful!" she applauded and the boys silenced her. "What?"

"We want to run away and experience it before Massimo wakes up."

"Try?"

The two looked at each other seriously again before Luca explained, "This is an ancient relic that can turn humans into Nereis."

Giulia gasped, understanding why Luca had been so careful about this.

"What? How? I-"

"It's ancient and powerful, made at the same time that our people are said to have been given the gift of transformation. It wasn't that hard to find, actually. Because the people of the sea tend not to make friends with many humans. Much less wish- them to join us. "

Alberto took her hand and continued. "But you, Giules. You accepted us before anyone else, taught me and Luca a lot and gave up the victory against Ercole. You were a true friend and a half decent sister."

"We want you to see what it's like. Will you try?"

She was staggering out of bed and pulled on her boots immediately. "Try to stop me!"

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"How is this going to work exactly?" Giulia looked from Alberto and Luca to the water in front of her, the necklace cool and dry against her skin and hidden inside her pajamas.

"My grandmother said it will be instantaneous, as will our transformations" Luca's voice was reassuring as Giulia removed her boots and placed her feet in the sand.

"Just go into the water, try not to think too much" Alberto encourages trying to hide his obvious excitement with indifference and enters the sea as if to serve as a leader

"Not thinking is your specialty Beto" the girl laughs gaining confidence and taking her first steps into the water, Luca's hand holding hers as the two walked towards Alberto.

Giulia didn't feel any different as she imagined when the water touched her feet, just an itch halfway down her shin that just as quickly disappeared as well.

"Ragazzi I don't think-" whatever Giulia was about to say was cut short as Alberto's hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the water.

"Giules you can open your eyes you know" Alberto's voice came from somewhere, which made Giulia realize that she had closed her eyes when she was pulled.

Green and brown eyes looked at her fascinated and with wide smiles, Luca even swam around her, the blue and green scales glistening in the water.

"It's alright...breathe" Luca takes the girl out of her trance making her release her breath, the water flows like the air making Giulia laugh with excitement

"I'm breathing underwater" she speaks softly as if analyzing the situation "I SPOKE UNDERWATER"

The two boys laughed at their friend's delight and took a look at her appearance, her skin was covered with yellow scales that mixed with shades of orange and something that looked like brown, her hair and fins were a gradation from orange to red, the irises of her eyes were a shade of honey brown.

"WORKS" Alberto celebrates doing a somersault underwater, before faking a cough and regaining his posture "I mean...whatever"

"This is the best gift of my life" Giulia looks at her feet and at the tail that swayed a little lost

"Come on! There are so many things we want to show you!" The green and blue Nerei says swimming excitedly "can we stop by my house first and then go to the island? Or maybe…"

"I think I'd like to learn to swim first" The red one tumbles forward trying not to be carried away by the water

"I'm an expert" Alberto says making Luca and Giulia looked at each other smiling "it's like walking, only it hardly uses its feet and it's in the water...and with a tail...but besides that it's identical"

"I've heard a similar explanation before" Luca laughed swimming up to Alberto who looked a little embarrassed, but smiled

"Although it's an excellent explanation, I don't know if I can do it" Giulia throws her body to the right to avoid being upside down

"I had a idea" Luca swims until she stands side by side with the newcomer "try to move your shoulders like that and then follow your body with the movement"

As if to demonstrate Luca leaned his body forward and moved his shoulders slightly left and right and pushing forward, the rest of his body followed the movement more subtly except for the tail which used its strength to stay straight. .

"Good Luca" Alberto joined the demo and teaching the best ways to make turns and avoid obstacles "Andiamo Giules"

The two boys held Giulia's wrists and guided her to a swim together, little by little it got easier and the girl was already swimming alone (although she could have lost her balance once or twice)

"THIS IS AMAZING, BEST BIRTHDAY EVER" Giulia did somersaults in the water smiling and swimming around her two best friends

"Luca and Alberto? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with Massimo for Giulia's birthday…..GIULA?" Daniela Paguro was swimming along with her husband and mother.

"LOOK GRANDMA, IT WORKED" Luca swims in a hurry to see his grandmother who smiled looking at the newly transformed Nerei

"Hehehe, beautiful Giulia scales" Nonna paguro says smiling friendly

"Thank you Nonna Paguro" Giulia smiles excitedly, her left hand going directly to the center shell of the necklace.

"Why don't we go to Massimo's house and then the three of you don't go for a walk around the reef, Luca could you introduce Giulia to our neighbors and show her our town" Lorenzo suggests calmly beside his wife

"Great idea" Daniela says clapping my hands and together the six swam towards the surface.

As she took her first steps on the sand, Giula felt the scales entering her skin, the colors faded and shrink back to their human hue, her hair returned to pure red curls.

"This...this is weird" Giulia put her hand to the back of her body where her tail was a few seconds ago

"You get used to it" Alberto hangs his right arm around his adoptive sister's shoulders

Taking one last look at the waters lit up in the morning, Giulia can't resist touching the necklace and imagining how many new adventures await her.

#pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #fanfiction #fic prompts

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ambientstars · 4 years

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You once said you are a sl*t for praise so I was hoping you could write a 13 and fem reader about that? Please 😇

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Note: I realised you asked for 13 after I wrote this, so I apologies for changing it. This isn’t half as detailed as I could’ve been, but I was already getting carried away, I didn’t want to make it worse. So anyway, I called myself out in this fic and yes, my praise kink still lives on to this day.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, praise kink and excessive kisses.

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Bright lights flashed across her eyes, blinding her in shades of blue, red and green, but nothing could distract her from what, or rather who she was looking at.

The club was jam-packed, sweaty bodies grinding with each other and bumping into one another as drunken people pushed past the crowds to make their way to the dance floor or the bar.

The whole place was full of aliens of all kinds, some more human-like than others, all of them enjoying themselves at the never ending party the club hosted.

The music invaded The Master’s ears, the lyrics becoming blurred as she zoned out and sipped on her drink. She was completely transfixed, her eyes never moving for even a second, barely blinking. She watched as you danced in her line of vision, swaying your hips in smooth circles, your body moving in such a compelling way, it was hypnotising.

She finished her drink and blindly put the glass on the table to the side of her, just missing the edge of it. She stood, her long legs already taking her in the direction of where you were.

You held your messy hair out of the way, strands of it sticking to your sweaty face. Your eyes were closed and a big smile adorned your face, pure happiness radiating from you as you moved under the lights, dancing alone and seemingly without a care in the world.

You opened your eyes just as The Master reached you and your smile became even brighter, taking her hand and pulling her in close. Your midsections pressed together, her hips swaying and grinding against yours.

“Darling.” The timelord greeted with a sly smile, her hands falling to your hips and holding you as close as possible.

You rested your head against The Master’s shoulder, your arms coming up to snake around her neck. A light floral smell of perfume invaded The Master’s nose and it made it hard to concentrate on anything else, now that all of her senses were bombarded by you.

“Master,” The music was loud around you, but she heard perfectly, every part of her focused on nothing but you. “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t I allowed to have fun, too?”

The Master and yourself had history, a long history. You’d dated for a while, your relationship blazing and hurried, your days spent tangled in the sheets with her, the whole thing burning brightly so quickly, but burning out just as quick.

Your once romantic relationship turned to arguing almost daily, the bond turning sour and toxic. No one could ever say what you had wasn’t passionate. Even in your last few days together lust burned in your eyes, your voices raised, every emotion on high frequency. Passionate was the perfect word for your relationship.

Your eyes slipped closed at the feeling of the fingernails digging into your sides, the pain barely noticeable over the spine tingling feeling that came with it. “You came here to dance?”

“Actually, I came here to drink,” The Master shrugged. “But now that I have you here…”

The sharp point of a small dagger was pressed to your side, The Master’s free hand snaking around to the small of your back to keep you still. She applied only the pressure needed to make you aware that she wasn’t playing games, her eyes holding yours as you lifted your head to look at her.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“You don’t need to use that on me. You know that.” You shook your head, your smile returning. “Tell me what you need, I’ll do it.”

Neither of you spoke for a minute, your bodies still swaying together, holding onto each other even tighter than before. You carefully placed your hand on top of hers that was holding the knife and moved it away from you, forcing it back down to her side, indicating to put it away.

The Master rested her forehead against yours, a smirk pulling at her red painted lips. “Such a good girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at the praise, your heart skipping a beat. The Master knew your weakness for praise, your eagerness to please too good not to exploit.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against yours in a barely there kiss, fleeting and ending all too soon. With eyes closed, you blindly chased her kiss, reaching on tiptoes as she stood upright again in her heels, slipping the weapon back into her pocket.

She stroked the side of your face with her thumb, her palm holding your jaw with a grip that kept you from pursuing her any further. She laughed lightly, watching as you frowned. “Always so needy.”

The whine that escaped you didn’t go unnoticed, The Master’s brow quirking in response. “Don’t tease me, Master. Please.”

“Would I ever?” You knew not to answer, despite the answer being yes, yes she would indeed.

She led you over to the dimly lit seating area in the corner of the club, growling move at the couple sitting there. The Master was well known throughout the universe and therefore when she demanded something of someone, they complied or faced the consequences.

The less human-like alien couple scrambled from their seats and moved elsewhere to continue their conversation. She gently pushed you towards the couch in the back, watching as the backs of your knees hit the edge and you fell into a sitting position.

She leant over you and crawled between your legs as you settled against the back of the couch corner, her knee just below the hem of the short dress you were sporting.

“What are you doing?” You swallowed, your eyes following her face that was closing in on yours.

“Do you want me to stop?” She spoke against your cheek, her lips softly brushing your skin.

You shook your head no, your hands pulling her closer by her shoulders. She moved her head, tracing her lips along your jaw painfully slow, placing a lingering kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl.” With her ear near your mouth, she heard the moan that rumbled through you as your head fell back in submission. “Oh love, that’s my favourite sound.”

She kissed downwards, across your jaw to your throat. She allowed her tongue to dance across your skin with each open mouthed kiss, warm and wet where your pulse throbbed.

She moved lower, bringing her slow kisses to your collarbones, focusing in the sensitive hollow and the dip at the bottom of your throat, chuckling when you swallowed harshly.

She was in no rush, brushing the tip of her nose up the length of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, and nudging your chin back when she reached the top. Her long fingers encircled your neck, squeezing ever so slightly to bring you back to your senses and gasp in a deep breath.

“Say it,” she mumbled, her forehead leaning on yours, eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You knew exactly what she wanted to hear, she’d made you say it plenty of times before. At this point, it was second nature. “Master, I need you.”

Her grip tightened on your throat as she groaned, her eyes falling closed and her lips connecting with yours finally after so long of waiting, she grabbed your face in a strong hold that kept you in place.

She placed one hand by your head to keep herself steady and the other snaked around your waist, pulling you up to press your body against hers, your hips rolling on their own accord.

The beat of the song playing around you thrummed in your ears, the vibration of the base felt through the couch, adding to your trembling. You could hardly concentrate on anything else, The Master’s soft and enticing kiss pulling you deeper and deeper into her, your mind going blank.

She broke away from you to allow air to refill your lungs, moving back to your jaw and neck in the meantime, eliciting a whimper when she sucked lightly on the sensitive skin.

“Good girl.”

You could’ve melted into the couch beneath you, your muscles giving out and your bones failing to hold you up properly, something that made The Master laugh smugly, the hand that held your throat now moving up to hold your jaw and forcing you to look at her.

“You like that, don’t you?” Her hand from beside your head found its way to your thigh, sliding up so slow you could’ve screamed. The hand slipped under your dress, reaching higher in search of the thin fabric that covered your modesty.

You nodded, your breath coming in pants, your face flushed and your eyes darting between her hazel ones, now darker in appearance under the dim light of the smoky room.

“I want you to show me how much of a good girl you are.” She smirked, placing one more simple kiss to your swollen lips before she retreated completely, sitting up.

You followed without thought, desperate to remain close to her and the heat that radiated from her body. She sat back in her seat and allowed you to straddle her thighs, holding your waist to sit you down in her lap.

She pulled you forward by the hips and then pushed you back again, the friction between her thigh and your damp fabric covered heat sent a shock of electricity through you, your body falling forward slightly in response.

You gasped as she repeated her movements, your hands gripping the back of the couch either side of her head, your knuckles turning a lighter shade.

“Move, darling.” She brought you forward with her fingers holding your chin, bringing your lips back to hers. Her kiss was searing, hot and wet, and fast. “Ride it.”

You did as you were told, continuing the movements of your hips on your own, the sparks of electricity shooting through you at a rate you could hardly keep up with, your thighs aching with the unfamiliar movement. You gave little to no thought to the people who could be watching you, too caught up in the moment The Master had created.

The Master carried on with her praises, knowing they made you weaker each time she uttered them in your ear.

“Keep going, love. You’re doing great.”

“Does that feel good? Such a good girl, doing as your Master says.”

“My sweet girl. Go slower, I want to watch this for as long as possible.”

“That’s it. Just like that.”

You bit your lip as hard as your skin would allow without splitting, your head thrown back as you rode The Master’s thigh, going slow like she had ordered, feeling the heavy heat in your stomach burn hotter and hotter.

In your blissfully heightened state, your eyes squeezed closed, you missed the timelord take a glance behind you at someone, a satisfied smirk on her lips, her brow raised playfully.

“Master.” Your voice, your warning, came as a whisper, but she heard you as clearly as if you’d shouted in a quiet and empty room.

She held the back of your neck as she brought your head to rest on her shoulder, your movements becoming sloppy and desperate. She kissed along your jaw, mumbling encouragement into your ear and you moaned uncontrollably into hers.

“Good girl.”

That was the final straw, shockwaves crashing through you like lightning had directly hit you, your body slumped into The Master’s as you convulsed. She held you close, stroking your hair and remained quiet, giving you the time you needed to compose yourself.

She pulled you into another scorching kiss, her tongue sliding across your bottom lip, demanding to enter. Her hand was back on your face, cradling it gently, her kiss moving into a passion you’d never seen from the timelord and momentarily you wondered if this meant you’d have to go again.

“You look so pretty like this,” The Master pulled herself away, keeping her face a breaths distance from yours. “Pink cheeks, lips swollen, eyes watery, your body shaking. I could admire you like this forever.”

You groaned in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, your warm breath against her throat sending shivers down her spine.”So what was it you needed me to do? Earlier, I mean.”

“You just did it.” She laughed loudly, stroking up and down your back. “Come on, we’re going to my TARDIS.”

You lifted your head suddenly, your mind swimming at the speed. “We are?”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

You bit your lip, a wave of excitement and anticipation washing over you. “No, Master.”

She smiled and pulled you up from the seat, pushing past crowds towards the time ship that she had disguised as a supply cupboard, your hand tightly held in hers.

“I’ve missed you.” She pushed your back against the door, her leg falling between yours and brushing against you, another wave of sparks flooding through you. “You came here alone, right?”

You nodded immediately, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and pulling her into yet another heated kiss, frenzied and determined to continue feeling like a human firework under The Master’s talented hands.

“Good girl.”

From the other side of the club, The Doctor stood, the drink you had sent him to get previously in his hand. Between dancing aliens, he stood frozen and dumbfounded, having watched the whole ordeal with The Master, mixed emotions filling him to the brim.

He watched as you entered the TARDIS that wasn’t his without so much as one thought for leaving him behind. The supply cupboard disappeared without anyone noticing and with that, The Doctor’s stomach plummeted, his chest tightening.

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miidnightglosss · 3 years

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Boston Tea Party - Part 1 (Grell Sutcliffe - Chapter 1)

There's a tradition in Boston, Massachusetts, one where every student at the end of their eighth-grade year of school throws their papers and textbooks into a bonfire and parties the night away before their souls are ultimately crushed before going through the trials of high school life. Those who still have their souls, at least.

Grell Sutcliff, 14, had decided to follow this tradition surrounded by a number of her best friends. Her bright red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She pulled down her black tank top ever so slightly and adjusted her white skirt accordingly. Her flip-flops lagged behind as she took a seat next to one of her best friends, Johanna West. "Are you sure you're just gonna stick with Bart Simpson over there? I know, like, thirteen other guys that are way cuter than him," Grell offered, her English accent apparent.

Johanna rolled her hazel eyes as she pushed the bright orange side of her hair (wig technically) out of her eyes. Her tan skin glowed against her sun while her eyes reflected the light. She had a fuchsia and orange split dyed wig that went surprisingly well with the rest of her somewhat toned-down clothing. Johanna had worn just a black cut-off tank top and dark denim shorts, her black Doja Cat hoodie slung over the back of her camping chair. She crossed her legs and bounced her Van-covered foot as she spoke again to Grell. "Yes, for the one-millionth time. And no amount of your criticism is going to change that.

"I'm just saying," Grell continued. "If you weren't promised to him, who would you date?"

Johanna and her boyfriend, Bart, have been promised to marry each other ever since he proposed (kind of) early last school year. They've known each other two years prior and figured "why the hell not?" They were a good pair and bounced off of each other well. Most of the time.

The two girls looked over to the rest of their group, which mostly consisted of boys. Walker Auteberry was playing football with Sebastian Michaelis, Matt Connery, and Ronald Knox.

Walker Auteberry was basically a pure athletic paragon. Tall, blond, fit. Not too terribly muscular. His curls bounced on top of his faded hair as it dissolved to match his tanned skin after a trip to Honolulu.

His face lit up with a smile, which was soon turned to shock as Sebastian tackled him to the ground. His porcelain skin and ebony hair were the perfect contrast to Walker's appearance. Sebastian was a bit leaner than Walker, but couldn't get a tan for shit. He was very punk or e-boy and often wore shades of black and gray with tiny bursts of red or purple color here and there.

Ronald Knox was a mega playboy. He also had blond, almost golden, hair with a few brown tuffs in the front that he somehow managed to pull off. His unnaturally green eyes, those similar to Grell's and William T. Spears's, were lit up with intensity as he chucked the ball over to Sebastian once more, making a touchdown. He was the preppiest among the boys.

Matt, Johanna's cousin, was somewhat of a mix between them. His blond hair had been dyed black, a bit darker than Sebastian's. He was more emo than the two. There's a difference. He wasn't putting in too much effort, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless.

Ciel Phantomhive, son to one of the richest families in Boston, sat beside his fiancee, Elizabeth Midford. Also wealthy.

Johanna smirked. "Probably either Sebastian or Ronald."

Grell furrowed her eyebrows. "What the fuck? Sebastian, hell yeah, but Ronald?"

"What?"

"They're complete dorks."

Johanna shrugged. "I have a thing for dorks."

"Then why are you with that?"

The girls looked over to Bartlomiej von Grimmelshausen, Bart for short. His family was traditionally Polish, but they were also the founders of one of the leading sportscar companies in town, Luxus. He had wavy jet black hair styled with a taper fade and ivory skin. He had around the same build as Walker but had grown a bit colder and more business-focused over the past few years. He had just thrown on a short-sleeve flannel with a white tank top underneath and a pair of black shorts. He stood alone as he fished in the nearby lake.

Johanna sighed. "I don't know. We have history and he's not someone I wanna lose."

"I ain't sayin' she a gold digga--"

Johanna playfully swatted Grell's arm. "Shut up! I'm not in it for the money."

"Then what? In my opinion, any of the other guys here would be more compatible with you."

"Right, like William?"

"Hey, now," Grell started, using her parent voice. "William's off-limits."

"Fine," Johanna finished jokingly. Jacquelyn Marek came over after a conversation with her parents at another site. All their parents were friends and they let them have freedom, but not too much. "Hey, what's up?"

Grell looked up to Jackie. She possessed auburn hair and ivory skin, much like Walker. She'd worn a yellow cropped tube top and black shorts today. She seemed distraught but tried hiding it. "Um... Yeah. Hey, do you guys wanna have a sleepover? You know, one last hurrah before high school starts?"

"Sure. It can't be at my house, though," Grell shouted. "Not after last time!"

"He gave me a weird look," Walker yelled back across the field.

"That's not a good reason to chuck a tube TV out the window," Matt replied

The girls giggled to themselves. "I'd have to ask August and Florence but they'll probably be fine with it." Johanna brushed some fallen leaves off her lap as she stood up. "I have to ask Bart something. Be right back."

Jackie moved in closer to Grell. "So when are you gonna make a move?"

Grell sighed dramatically. "I've already told you, once the time's right."

"Yeah, well, you'd better speed it up. He'll get snatched up quickly, especially somewhere as prestigious as the Phantomhive Academy. The geeky nerd bitches will be all up on him if he lets them." Jackie peered over at the adults to make sure they weren't looking and pulled out a Juul. She took a puff before offering it to Grell. "Wanna try? It's strawberries and cream."

Grell wrinkled her nose. "The fuck it is. And, no. I'm getting enough lung cancer just standing next to you." Jackie shrugged and took another hit. "What do you mean he'll get snatched up?"

Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? Someone like him up at a place like that? His parents are practically begging for grandkids."

Grell gazed longingly at her crush as he sat and scribbled in his notebook. "You're being incredibly vague right now."

"But you do know what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Grell's crush, William, was way out of her league. Just like a majority of the people in her friend group, the Spears were wealthy. Will wanted to get into his own business. So did Grell, but while she was thinking of her own fashion line, he was thinking of his own line of supercomputer androids to help humanity. His short dark brown hair was always slicked back and his icy glare could cut through stone. He had a lean build and tall figure to match his business-as-usual aura.

"If you want, I could probably spike everyone's drinks and maybe move things forward a little."

Grell whipped her head towards Jackie, eyes full of disbelief and concern with a hint of curiosity.

"I'm doing it." As Jackie skipped away, Grell couldn't find the words to stop her.

♞

A couple of hours had passed before the parents had decided to give their kids some alone time. As soon as that happened, Jackie called up a local caterer to bring the group a giant bowl of punch. While everyone was busy being preoccupied with each other, she snuck off and poured in a few tiny shots she'd smuggled from the same gas station she'd gotten her Juul.

Grell watched as Johanna and Bart played a game of Marco Polo in the lake. Johanna trod the water as Bart found her hips beneath the waves. The couple smiled having found each other and kissed, right before hearing an "ew" from Matt, and getting splashed by a wave of water. Soon it had turned into a chicken fight, Johanna and Bart versus Matt and Walker.

Grell snapped out of her trance as a red solo cup was presented in front of her. "That could be you pretty soon," Jackie reminded. Without another word, Grell shot down the punch within a few huge gulps and assisted in passing them out, throat burning.

Soon enough, everyone was holding a drink and coming back to the punch bowl for more. Fireflies illuminated the skies as everyone danced to Bottoms Up by Trey Songz.

Jackie marched on top of a stump and raised her free hand. "Attention, assholes of Boston, Massachusetts!" Everyone in the group, including a few others, looked her way. "We're now going to play Truth or Dare now. I go first. Ciel, truth or dare?"

Normally, Ciel would be one of the first to deny a game of Truth or Dare. However, he was under the influence. He shrugged, an arm wrapped around Elizabeth's waist, whose hair had now been taken out of her usual drill tails. "Truth."

"If you were to make out with one guy here, who would it be?"

Ciel eyed Sebastian up and down. "I think we all know the answer to that already." The group let out a chorus of hoots and hollers as Sebastian purred back. Lizzie lazily swatted Ciel's chest.

"Okayokayokayokay-- OKAY!" Jackie silenced them again. "You pick someone now."

Ciel looked up, down, and all-around at the group until his eyes laid on William. "You!" He pointed overdramatically. "Truth or Dare?"

William, giggling like a maniac, had chosen dare. Never took him as a happy drunk, Grell thought to herself. "I dare youuuuu--" Ciel hiccupped-- "to make out with the most attractive person here."

Grell’s cheeks flushed a bright red as she nervously laughed along with her friends, Walker finding it the most hilarious thing in the world and slapping his hand on his knee while he wheezed for air.

She realized two things: one, he could pick someone, literally anyone, but her and confirm exactly what he thought of her. Two, he could kiss her and it would be the start of something beautiful. Either way, it was totally nerve-wracking. It wasn't like Will to spontaneously make out with someone. It wasn't like Will to get drunk without him really even knowing either. It wasn't like him to get drunk.

Grell didn't realize how much she had been overthinking this entire situation until William stood right in front of her.

Shit. Seductive. Go. She tried her best to look playful and flirty despite how much she was shaking right now. She hasn't noticed how much taller Will was to her. At least a good half a foot. Grell decided that it would probably be best to just let herself loose in the moment, so she snaked her arms around William's neck as he wrapped his around her waist. They stretched ever so slightly so that their lips were inches apart until they finally collided with each other.

It was everything Grell had dreamed it would be. His soft lips seemed to fit hers perfectly. Will licked her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter her mouth. She allowed him without hesitation as their tongues wrestled with each other for a good while. Her hands tightened through his hair while his gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer to his body. Grell could've stayed like that for the rest of eternity--

"Okay, Grell, get you some!"

Johanna laughed at her remark from behind the two as Jackie cackled along with her. William drew away from Grell and opened his eyes, leaving Grell helpless, her eyes longing and her face red.

William smirked as Walker pat him a couple of times on his shoulder and the game continued. Grell couldn't pay much attention, though. She was certain that kiss meant one thing: they were meant to be together.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

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thomaslightwoodenthusiast · 4 years

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here is the second request!

love at first...body swap?

- in which a clueless magnus wakes up in the body of a tall, dark, and very handsome Shadowhunter, and a mystified alec wakes up in the body of a very, very glittery Warlock. who also happens to be very attractive.

[disclaimer: this describes show!malec, as alec has hazel eyes, but you can still read it as a book fan and imagine blue is there instead!]

requested by @ilostmymojo !

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Magnus had been on holiday in London for a week now. Well, it wasn’t exactly a holiday so much as he had some business to deal with, but he was enjoying the time anyway. He opened his eyes as he woke up-

To a black wall?

Magnus was confused. His hotel room was definitely not this dark. Then a string of dread ran through him. Had he gotten too drunk? Had he went home with someone and forgotten? He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and almost did a double take.

There was black ink on his arms. Ink in the shape of Shadowhunter runes. Now, this really wasn’t funny. These runes were incredibly toxic to him- they should’ve killed him by now. There were so many. He rolled up the shirt he’d slept in.

A Parabatai rune on his left side.

He flicked the lights on and had possibly his third heart attack of the morning.

Now, Magnus was Indonesian. He was born there, to an Indonesian mother. His father was a goddamn Prince of Hell. So to put it simply, he was...not white. At all. But apparently he was now. The feeling suddenly hit him.

He’d been body swapped. And, god forgive him, he didn’t mind it one bit so far. Whoever this was? His body was...well, it was incredible. Magnus smirked to himself- was it himself?- and gave in to his desperate want to look in the mirror. Oddly though, there was only a very small bathroom mirror that looked like it was forced there. He must be kinda insecure, Magnus thought. He couldn’t understand why though. The face he was met with was beautiful. Soft brown hair, fluffing out across his forehead. A gorgeous sharp jawline. The most beautiful hazel eyes. There was a bolt of almost recognition sent through him. Had he seen this person before? He couldn’t get their name though.

Magnus got dressed- he was very upset with this Shadowhunter’s lack of fashion. His wardrobe was mostly black. And old sweaters. He decided to leave the room and see if he could figure out his name, or find even one person he recognised. He knew he was in the New York Institute, so he was hoping he’d see Clary.

“Hey big bro!”

Magnus spun around, terrified. He’d been caught by this man’s sister.

“Hey, sis!” he said, awkwardly but not without a smile.

“Mom wants you. She wanted to see how you’d settled in to your new position as Head!”

Oh god.

It was getting worse.

“Uh, sure. Where is she?”

“The library. I’m off to get breakfast first though, wanna come?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. He was starving. “One question- where’s Clary?”

The girl he was with raised an eyebrow. “What do you need her for?”

“I have to tell her something.”

“Why can’t you tell it to your sister, huh?”

“It’s...private,” he said. He must’ve blushed, because she had a sudden look of realisation on her face.

“Is it about her friend? That warlock? The one you totally have a massive crush on now even though you only saw him once for a split second at that party?”

Then it dawned on him why he recognised the person whose body he was in. A few weeks ago, Clary and her friends had come to one of his parties. As far as he remembered, this was Alec Lightwood, and the girl in front of him was Isabelle, his sister. He had no idea where the Herondale boy was though.

Isabelle’s statement was convenient enough. He now knew that not only was Alec gay, but he apparently had a little bit of a crush on him.

This was very pleasing information.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, I slept in. Are you guys going to get breakfast?”

A short ginger girl had appeared. Clary.

“Bisc- I mean, uh, Clary? Can I talk to you in private for a second? It’s urgent,” he whispered. Clary looked slightly shocked- to be fair, he had almost called her Biscuit, and as far as she was concerned Alec didn’t know that.

“Sure,” she said with a questioning look on her face. He dragged her away before Isabelle could follow or make any more jokes.

“Hey, biscuit.”

“Why are you calling me that? Only Magnus calls me that. And you shouldn’t even know-“

“No wait! Clary. It is me. Magnus Bane. I don’t know what the hell happened. I was in London, and I woke up here in I think Alec Lightwood’s body?”

“Yes,” she replied slowly. “Yes, you’re Alec.”

“So from my understanding, the Head of your Institute is currently stranded in London in the body of an admittingly gorgeous and incredible Warlock with absolutely no idea how to use magic or how to get back?”

Clary put a hand to her forehead. “By the Angel Magnus. It’s nine am. What have you gotten yourself into?”

“I don’t know, and I have to apparently go and talk to Alec’s mom in a minute and probably do other things too.”

“Okay. Look. I’ll help you out, okay? Do you know the number of the hotel you were staying at? The sooner we let Alec know what’s going on the better.”

“No- but my phone isn’t with me. I only have Alec’s. I know my own number- I could call it on his phone?”

Clary smiled. “Perfect. I imagine Alec won’t quite be as calm as you seem to be, though.”

“Honestly, being in this body? I wouldn’t be upset if I was permanently stuck this way. Alec is gorgeous.”

She giggled. “Oh my god. You know, everyone around here knows Alec has a huge crush on you. Everyone except him. He blushes any time we mention you, and when he starts talking about you he doesn’t stop. Like verbal diarrhoea, but cute.”

“Please never say ‘diarrhoea’ and ‘cute’ in the same sentence ever again.”

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Alec Lightwood woke to his phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed for it. When he reached out for it, he noticed that his arm was incredibly tan- like the shade of gold, but slightly darker. Weird. He was white as hell. It had been quite warm yesterday though- maybe he’d tanned.

He noticed something odd about the number calling him. It was his. Confused, he answered it anyway.

“Hello?”

He got another shock- his voice didn’t at all sound like his own.

“Hi Alec. It’s Clary. I have someone who needs to talk to you.”

“Oh- okay.” Then, a man’s voice spoke. The man sounded exactly like him.

“Hello, Alexander. It’s- it’s Magnus Bane. You were at my party a few weeks ago?”

Alec felt himself blush immediately. He’d only saw Magnus briefly there, but he was insanely attractive. He’d been trying to figure out how to talk to him. “Yes, I was.”

“Well- I need you to go to the bathroom for me. Or wherever the nearest mirror is. And please don’t freak out.”

Confused, Alec got out of the bed. Weirdly enough, this was not his Institute room at all. The bed had pure white sheets, and the wall was gold. Then he found a mirror.

“What the hell?! I’m- am I you? I- what is this?!”

Alec stared at the mirror. He was reminded of just how attractive Magnus was. His spiked black hair, his lean and muscular body. The smooth skin on his face, and his beautiful slit cat eyes.

“We wanted to let you know that. And...you’re in London.”

“LONDON?! But I have an Institute to run! I can’t be stuck as a Warlock all day- no offense. But what am I going to do? Could I draw a Portal rune?”

Clary took the phone back for a second. “No- you’ve got to remember you’re Magnus right now. And I’m not entirely sure yet if other people can use my runes. Magnus says that, if you want, he could tell you over the phone how to do a Portal? Your only other option is to get a plane.”

Alec ran a frustrated hand through his- Magnus’s- hair. “I don’t know. I need to be back there ASAP though.”

Magnus took over again. “Hey, don’t panic. A Portal uses a lot of magic, but I don’t mind. Our priority is getting you back safe and quick. If you focus, you can do it. But it is very important that you imagine somewhere other than the Institute. We need to make this as discreet as possible. Put the phone in your pocket.”

Alec did so, taking a deep breath. He had no idea what he was going, but he could try.

“Now, focus. What you need to do will come to you- you shouldn’t have to try too hard to imagine it. Then get an image in your mind of somewhere in New York.”

He pictured Central Park. A sudden jolt went through his mind, and as if propelled to do so he snapped his arms and his fingers and was able to create a Portal.

“I did it! Should I go through now?”

“Yes! Well done! Go through, then once you’re through tell us where you are so Clary and I can get there.”

Alec stepped through the Portal. He’d done this many a time before. It should be easy.

Or not.

“Oh!-“

Of course, he’d Portaled himself in the middle of the lake. He grabbed the phone.

“I’m sorry! I’m in Central Park! I landed in a lake-“ and then the phone died. Water damage. Hopefully Magnus wouldn’t be too pissed- he remembered when he’d been angry at two of the men at Pandemonium and, well, it had been scary. And another word beginning with s and ending in y.

“Magnus?! What the hell are you doing?!”

Alec turned. A woman in a nurse uniform was staring at him with the most incredulous look on her face. “Uh. I just dropped my phone in the water.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. She was a pretty woman, a Warlock woman. He could tell because she’d been glamoured, but in her surprise the glamour disappeared to reveal her true skin colour- a beautiful sky blue. Her hair, mad curls, was a darker shade of blue too. “You’re insane, my friend. I freaking love you, but I would kill you if I could,” she said, smiling to herself whilst walking away. Alec waded out of the water. The phone wasn’t working, so he decided he’d be best off walking towards the entrance to the park.

In the distance Alec could see a bright crown of red hair bobbing towards him, alongside- well, Magnus, but technically himself. He met them in a more secluded corner- they were glamoured, but the more security the better.

Clary looked mystified when she saw him. “You know the weirdest thing about this? Even in Magnus’s body, I can still tell you’re Alec.”

“Is that a compliment?”

Clary shrugged and snickered. “Anyways. You guys don’t really need me anymore, do you? Bye!”

She dashed off quite quickly, and as she did so Alec noticed she took out her phone and called someone. She was laughing, and kept looking back at them.

“Well. So, uh, I know how to reverse this. But not on myself.”

Alec stopped for a moment. “Well then what can we do?”

“I’ll have to call a friend. Are you okay with that?”

“As long as they can get this fixed then sure.”

Magnus faked hurt. “Why are you so desperate to get out of my body? Am I truly that detestable?”

This made Alec worried, which was hilarious. “No! I just need to be back at work. You’re perfect!”

Magnus put two and two together. “Clary left us because she knows how we feel about each other, doesn’t she? Damn, smart kid.”

“How do we feel about each other?”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously that blind? Well for starters, you’re gorgeous as hell. I’ve known many Lightwoods over time, but you just, hit so different. I suppose I don’t know you that well, but I can tell you’re sweet too. You’re a family guy. I don’t know what that’s like. I mean, I have no blood relatives. I wish I did. But I respect that. You’re cool,” he finished, with a smile. There was a rose tint to the top of his cheeks, like a blush. It looked beautiful. When he blushed, it looked like a ghost had actually applied blusher to his face. When Alec blushed, he looked like a tomato.

“Well, thank you. I really like you. You’re one of the only people I know that isn’t in some way related to me. And you’re pretty as hell. Like, just so...breathtaking. Also by the way your skin is SO smooth.”

Magnus pretended to fan himself. “I try.”

“But yeah. You’re really genuine. You’re super friendly, but you also seem so sad sometimes. I don’t know what you went through, but all I know is that you have tonnes of new friends here for you.”

“Thanks,” was all Magnus replied with. If Alec knew any better, he’d say his eyes were slacked with tears. But he wasn’t crying, nor was he going to show it. He rang his friend instead.

“Hey, Cat! So. Bit of an awkward situation. Yes, this isn’t my phone. I broke it. I need you to come to Central Park ASAP. Thank you!”

Shortly after, a Portal opened up. The same woman stepped through as the one from earlier- the blue lady.

“Why is there a Shadowhunter here? Magnus, what on earth have you done?”

“You see, that’s just the thing. So. I’m Magnus. And this,” he said, gesturing to Alec, “ is Alec Lightwood. Current Head of the NY Institute.”

Catarina’s jaw dropped. “Did you body swap with a goddamn SHADOWHUNTER??”

“At least he’s sexy?”

“Jesus Magnus. You are certifiably insane.”

“In fairness, it would’ve been more awkward if I body swapped with a Shadowhunter woman. You know, boobs and stuff. I mean, not that I wouldn’t want them, and I would probably be a sexy ass woman, but I would hate to wear a bra. They seem so uncomfortable.”

“Magnus, if you don’t shut up, I will summon your dad.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I can threaten to though.”

Alec, who had been watching the conversation with extreme confusion, butted in. “Sorry to disturb but isn’t there, you know, a more pressing matter at hand than what Magnus thinks he would look like with boobs and summoning his dad?”

Catarina smiled weakly at Alec. “I’m sorry honey. I’ve dealt with this hot mess for over 300 years. I don’t know what you see in him. But in the event that you actually do see something in him, be aware.”

“Aware of what?”

“Of me. I don’t let any of my friends get hurt.”

“I can assure you we have the same intentions then.”

Catarina nodded at him. “Right. Okay. Let’s do this.”

She stood in between the two men, and jutted her arms straight out either side. Both felt a sudden change, like an out-of-body experience. Then they blacked out and collapsed.

Magnus stood first. He was back in his body, and seemed happy enough to be so. Alec got up next, rubbing his temple. “Thank you, Catarina.”

“No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me, ya girl here has work. You know, saving lives and stuff.” And with that she too was gone. Leaving both Magnus and Alec, now rightfully in their own bodies.

“Well I think it’s high time we properly introduced ourselves to each other. Magnus Bane,” he said, sticking out a hand. “Alexander Lightwood. But everyone calls me Alec.” They shook hands.

“Can I ask what your middle name is?”

“It’s Gideon. I think it’s kinda weird and old. Why?”

Magnus smiled, like he was recalling a memory. “It is an old name. I remember him. Gideon. He was a lot like you in some ways. You want to know how he met his wife, Sophie? She made scones and brought some up to him. When she brought them up, they’d talk. So of course, rather than just telling her he thought she was pretty, he ordered about fifty scones up to his room. He didn’t eat a single one. Just so he could talk to her.”

Alec laughed. It was nice, he supposed, to hear about his old relatives. They seemed cool. “Wow. She was called Sophie? Isabelle’s middle name is Sophia. That must be why.”

“It very well could be.”

The two stood in silence after that. It took a while for Alec to realise that they hadn’t dropped hands. Nervously, he wondered. He slowly let go of Magnus’s hand, and let his hand slide to his waist. Magnus cupped his head with his hands. He leaned over slightly and kissed Alec’s forehead; a soft and sweet gesture that completely melted his heart.

“You should call me sometime. Maybe we could get some drinks?”

“Or we could just chill at your apartment? I mean, not that I don’t like drinks, but I just-“

“You’re a lightweight, aren’t you?” said Magnus, interrupting him.

“I am not!”

“God. First Lightworm, now Lightweight. Joking. Look, we can do whatever you want.”

“I’d really love that.”

“Now, don’t you have a meeting with your mom to get to?”

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i hope u like it ! sorry it took so long. i have one left to do!!

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Happy New Year everyone. I wish I could say it was intentional that this chapter is being posted on the same day it is in story. Well it sort of is because I'm posting it without it being beta'd so it could go up today instead of later this week. I just didn't intend for it to be so long between updates. So sorry about that. I'm working on getting chapters finished quicker.

**I might have been listening to too much Billie Eilish lately, especially Ocean Eyes. (Spotify link to song, Spotify Link to entire Pour Me More playlist so far)**

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“How does that feel?” Waverly stood up, pulling her beanie down a bit to cover her ears. She was dressed in a matching set of pink and black parka and pants that fit her perfectly.

Nicole, on the other hand, was wearing a set that belonged to Wynonna. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but it would do for a day. She wiggled her feet, the large boots encasing her feet a bit heavier than she thought they would be. “It’s not too bad.” Unfortunately her feet were a little larger than Wynonna’s so they were in the shop, renting better fitting gear.

“They’re not too tight, right?”

“I don’t think so, unless they’re supposed to be?” Nicole looked down at the boots, feeling a little unsteady. She wiggled her toes. They felt pretty comfortable, but she remembered the one time she went ice skating when she’d been told it was best the ice skates were a little tighter than you would think. “Are they supposed to be too tight?”

Waverly laughed, shaking her head.

Nicole couldn’t help but notice the way Waverly’s smile covered her entire face, her nose scrunched, the delicate skin at the corner of her crescent-shaped eyes wrinkled so perfectly. There was nothing else she could do but smile, even as Waverly began to inspect the snowboards.

“Wow, look at you both, looking like a Christmas carol… all snowy and bright.”

Nicole looked around Waverly to see Wynonna leaning against a shelf. She noticed Wynonna hadn’t put on any snow gear, just wearing a parka and jeans. “Shouldn’t you be wearing something a little more… protective?”

“For what?” Wynonna snorted. She had that conniving look on her face that Nicole knew was a hundred percent intentional.

“Um… snowboarding or whatever?” Nicole looked at Waverly who had a resigned look on her face, as if she’d expected it.

Wynonna rolled her eyes. “Me? Up there? No way.” She pulled a flask from her jacket, taking a long pull from it. “I’m more of the ‘watch from the safety of the lodge while enjoying a warm drink’ type of person. Besides, it’s New Years. It’s like a law that we’re just supposed to be drunk the entire day.”

“Did someone mention drinks?” Rosie appeared with a grin, propping her arm up on Wynonna’s shoulder as she looked at Nicole. “Are you really going to go snowboarding? That’s a lot of snow…”

“Well, snow is kind of pertinent to snowboarding.” Nicole shook her head. How had she not seen this coming. She’d known Rosie for years. “Come on Rosie. It’s just like surfing but a little colder and a lot less wet.”

“I don’t think that’s even remotely accurate,” Rosie protested, looking at Wynonna who just shrugged. “Besides, who wants to spend the new year less wet?”

“Ew,” Nicole groaned in disgust. “I can’t believe you flew all the way from California to Canada to not enjoy the snow.”

“Oh, Honey,” Rosie shook her head. “I came to Canada to enjoy you, especially if that includes watching you fall on your ass down a mountain from the warmth of inside the lodge.” She wrinkled her nose with a big grin, waving her fingers in a dismissive motion. “You and Waverly go ahead.”

Nicole’s eyes narrowed at the two in suspicion, especially as they turned to each other, whispering. “Hey,” She called out, getting their attention. When Rosie rose an eyebrow, Nicole pointed at her, then at Wynonna. “This isn’t happening.”

Rosie had the decency to laugh before blowing her a kiss.

“Come on, Nicole.” Waverly slipped her arm around Nicole’s elbow, pulling her away.

Nicole felt any bit of irritation wash away, even when she heard an amused Rosie calling out after them

“Have fun you two.”

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The sun bore down on Nicole, burning her shoulders and cheeks as she sat on her board, waiting patiently. She kicked her feet in the cool water ever so slowly, keeping her in the same spot as she glanced down every now and then, having watched one too many specials about shark attacks. There was a small group of them, four preteens with two older teenagers. One of the older teens, a boy with sandy blonde hair, searched the horizon for a moment before he pointed a finger at her.

“Let’s go.”

Nicole didn’t hesitate. She nodded and quickly followed, beginning to paddle away from the group, towards the shore. She could feel the pull of the current but still her muscles strained to pull her forward fast enough. She was even with the teen as she headed towards the edge of the saltwater plateau just as she’d been taught.

The teen was beginning to pull back, letting her pull ahead. “Keep paddling,” he encouraged, even as she felt the movement of water begin to shift. Reaching the crest of the wave, she felt just the slightest tightening in her gut, a bit of vertigo from realizing there was about five feet between where she was paddling and the bottom of the wave. She’d never dropped into a wave this high before and she almost pulled back.

“No hesitation!”

No hesitation, Nicole repeated to herself. Surging forward, she pushed up with her arms, her feet instinctively coming up under her body. It was as if her body were moving out of instinct -- as if her body knew what to do. There was a slight feeling of falling as she dropped in, and then it was all about not falling, not allowing the board to slip out from under her. Every time she felt her balance slip, she shifted her feet, adjusting herself even as the water rushed around her. She crouched low as the wave began to tunnel over her, the bright sun obscured just slightly in the shade of rushing water. It was louder than she thought it would be, the roar of nature blocking out all sounds of humanity for just a second of pure bliss before the water began to close in around her.

Nicole couldn’t get forward fast enough, couldn’t escape the tunnel that was suddenly collapsing around her in water and foam. She took one last breath, her arms coming up to protect her face as she was pulled under. It took everything in her to not panic, to let her body be roughed just a bit by the torrent of water before she opened her eyes, finding the light of the sun and swimming towards it, the leash still attached to her ankle bringing her right to her board.

She broke the surface with a gasp, her hand coming up to push her auburn hair out of her eyes as she got oriented with her position.

“Yeah, Nicky!” One of the older teens called out as even as she was crawling back onto her board, still gasping for air as she began to paddle back out. All of her muscles were burning with the effort now, but still she moved out to where her friends were cheering. It had taken her months to be able to stand, to be able to catch her first real wave with the encouragement of the others.

“That was wicked,” a girl with dark sun-kissed skin was on her own board, the same age as Nicole. “Awesome job.”

Nicole felt her cheeks burning bright red that had nothing to do with the sun, sitting up on her board a little taller. “Thanks, Shae.” She moved her board a little closer to the girl’s, admiring the way the sun shone on her eyes, turning them to pools of liquid amber.

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“Ufff.” Nicole grunted as the board slipped out from under her for the nth time. She just laid there for a moment, looking up at the clear blue sky, hearing the sound of others sliding past her. For a moment, she wondered how the sky could be so clear and yet colder than the day before. There was a sudden skidding crunch and a light shower of snow before a shadow was cast over her, Waverly’s grin evident beneath the goggles that took up most of her face. “Ouch.”

Waverly looked around to check their position before letting herself fall to sit beside Nicole. “You did pretty good on that one. And you didn’t hurt yourself this time!”

Nicole instinctively raised her hand to the slight twinge of pain she felt again on her cheek when she’d managed to find a rock on one fall. “You don’t have to baby me, Waverly.”

Waverly laughed at that. “Okay, that was pretty bad.” She reached out to pull her goggles up and wiggled her nose, the skin from her cheeks down a bright red from the exposure to the cold. “But, you’re still doing pretty good overall. How are you feeling?”

“Hungry,” Nicole answered automatically before pushing herself up to a sitting position, pulling her goggles off and rubbing at her own face. She glanced up to see Waverly looking up the hill, watching out for other snowboarders. The way her head was tilted, the trees around them seemed to bring out green hints in hazel eyes that normally leaned toward brownish grey. When the same eyes turned towards her, she quickly looked down, brushing snow off her jacket. “It’s fun, but definitely a lot less forgiving than water.” They’d been at it for a couple of hours now and Nicole was definitely beginning to feel the cold as well as the burn of muscles she hadn’t used in a while.

“I dunno. It’s a little more difficult to drown in snow.”

"But not impossible. Avalanches are totally a thing." Nicole chuckled as she struggled to stand up, feeling the board wanting to slip out from under her. They were at the bottom but there was still a bit of a decline. She wiggled in place a little, trying to create a carved out place in the snow. “No matter which one could kill you easier, I can officially say this is so different from surfing.”

Waverly shrugged. “Well, if anyone could say so, it would be you.” She easily popped off her board, kneeling in front of Nicole to help her off her own. “What’s the biggest difference?”

“This.” Nicole pointed to the clasps that had kept her secured to the board. “When I’m surfing, I can move myself on the board to adjust. You know, take a step forward, move my foot to the left or right. With this, I’m anchored to the board. It’s all about leaning and shifting which is a bitch if you’re not used to using those muscles.”

“I don’t know. You seem fit enough.” After a moment, Waverly pursed her lips before she nodded. “But, I can see how that can be a problem.” She led the way towards the lodge, leaning her board against the wall that a collection of boards seemed to be situated. “I’m sure, given a few trips, you’d be able to master it. You didn’t do too bad for it being your first time.”

Nicole grinned, leaning her board next to Waverly’s. “I wish I could say I’m a fast learner but my face says otherwise.”

“Your face is fine, Nicole. It’s perfect actually.”

Nicole rose an eyebrow as Waverly looked away, her cheeks seeming to be a little darker red than they were before. “Thanks.” She copied Waverly, clearing the snow from her boots before stepping into the lodge. It didn’t take long for them to find Wynonna and Rosie who were sitting together at a table, being less than quiet.

“HEY!!!” Both Rosie and Wynonna cheered as Waverly and Nicole neared.

“You guys were gone so long ,” Rosie complained before pouting. “There’s only so much we can do in public, you know.”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Life isn’t just making out and sex, Rosie.” She lifted the mug Rosie was drinking from and took a sniff, smelling peppermint and chocolate. Taking a sip, she winced at the burn of alcohol.

“Says you,” Wynonna responded as she bottomed the rest of her drink.

Waverly sighed audibly. “Guess I’m driving home.”

“Did you know the drinking age is fucking 18?” Rosie leaned across the table. “18, Nic. 18!”

Pursing her lips, Nicole leaned down close to Rosie, whispering, “You’re not 18 yet.”

“No but you will be in a few days,” Rosie responded in a conspiring whisper that was unfortunately loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, including Waverly.

“Your birthday is in a few days?”

Nicole narrowed her eyes at Rosie before turning to smile at Waverly, giving her a shrug.

Waverly pursed her lips. “You didn’t say anything.” There was a slight hurt in her eyes that sent a spike through Nicole’s heart.

Nicole looked at Rosie who was failing at looking innocent. “Let’s get out of here. My ass is killing me and I’m starving. I don’t want to eat this overpriced crap.” She reached over and helped Rosie slide out.

“I got it, I got it,” Rosie protested. “What happened to your face?”

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Once they got home and enjoyed the meal Gus had made before going to work, Rosie and Wynonna went down to the basement to get high while Waverly and Nicole stayed upstairs to clean up.

“Were you really not going to tell me your birthday was coming up?”

Nicole sighed softly. “Really? I was trying not to think about it.” She accepted the plate and began to dry it. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t mention it. Or maybe she didn’t know. Maybe it was reasons she didn’t want to admit. Or maybe Waverly wasn’t the person to talk with about those reasons.

Waverly pursed her lips, staying silent for a moment. “Is there a reason why?”

Nicole shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

Nicole paused, looking at Waverly. “Okay?”

This time it was Waverly’s turn to shrug. “I’m not going to make you talk about something you don’t want to talk about.”

Nicole frowned, setting the dry plate on the stack of clean ones. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it.” Waverly looked up at her. “I really don’t know why I didn’t tell you. Overall, I was really trying not to think about it.” She looked down at her arms. With her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the dark scars were very obvious. “I wasn’t supposed to have a birthday… I shouldn’t have one, considering…”

“Nicole…”

“I know, I know. It’s just my crazy brain feeding me bullshit, I just… maybe I’m also worried that I won’t be okay because it will be the first birthday since Shae…”

Waverly slipped her hand into Nicole’s, getting her attention. “Your feelings aren’t crazy. You’re not crazy. Grief shows up in a lot of ways and it’s okay to feel it.” She gently squeezed the hand in her own. “Just so you know, I’m here for you if you need to talk. Wynonna and I are both here if you just need a drink. And I’m pretty sure that even after she leaves, Rosie would be there if you needed someone to call and just talk to.”

Nicole was surprised to feel her eyes stinging and she looked down, squeezing Waverly’s hand in return. “Thanks, Waves.”

“And you know,” Waverly leaned a little closer, close enough for Nicole to smell the sweet scent of her shampoo. “I’m pretty sure if you’re feeling destructive, Wynonna is always up for egging Nedley's car or something.”

Nicole had to laugh at that. “Jesus, we still have that community service to do.”

Waverly giggled. “I’m pretty sure he isn’t looking forward to actually having Wynonna in his office any time soon. That’s probably why he keeps postponing. He just couldn’t punish one of you and not the other.”

Nicole smiled in response. There was a silence that descended between them, but Nicole looked down at the hand still in her own. Should she let the hand go? At what point would it become awkward? What if…

“Nicky!!!” Rosie’s yell came up from the stairs to the basement.

Waverly gave Nicole’s hand one more squeeze before releasing it, clearing her throat as she turned back to the last of the dishes.

“Nicky!”

Nicole actually weighed the pros and cons of responding. Her best friend was calling her, but of course she had to help

“Go. I got the rest of this.” Waverly looked up through long lashes, a soft smile on her lips.

Nicole swallowed audibly. The way Waverly looked at her, her eyes soft yet holding a hint of amusement and... something else; she felt like she was drowning. “Come down when you’re done?” Nicole asked, looking away as she set her towel on the counter.

Waverly nodded. “Of course.”

#wynonna earp #wayhaught #pour me more #we fanfic #fanfic

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jerkbitchidjitassbutt · 5 years

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What If I Told You (7)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members at times.

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Warnings: Cursing; divorce; break up; angst-ish at times, but mostly fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is divorced from an unnamed ex in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

A/n: This is mostly filler, if I being honest. Its fluff, but I needed some build up to the next chapter (which will be allllll the fluff, so stay tuned). Special thanks to my rosie for beta-ing this for me.

You awoke to a light tapping on your apartment door that grew progressively louder as you ignored it. Shoving your comforter above your head, you attempted to will the infernal knocking into another dimension. The sun had yet to rise, and in your fatigued state of mind you couldn’t understand why someone would be trying to rouse you from blissful sleep so early… until you realized

why

they were here.

You shot up quickly enough to cause a head rush, glaring at the clock on your nightstand. 5:45 a.m. Shit! You were supposed to be up a half an hour ago.

You kicked your bare legs out from beneath your down comforter and sprinted towards your door where Clint, your driver, body guard, and whom you affectionately called your ‘one functioning brain cell’ was standing with a latte from your favorite coffee shop.

“I’m so sorry!” you practically shouted at the man in front of you, causing him to wince and hold up his hands in surrender.

“Whoa! Calm down kitten.” His velvety southern accent calming your nerves slightly. He took in your frazzled state and disheveled hair and deduced that your alarm didn’t go off. “Phone not workin’?” He asked.

You exhaled dejectedly, “Oh, son of a bitch.” You muttered as you stomped back into your apartment. Damn you for not having a real alarm clock. “I forgot to charge it last night. Damnit. Mother fuc—“

“Y/n!” Clint stopped you in your fury. “Relax, okay? Your set call isn’t until 7:30. We’ve got plenty of time to make it to set for makeup and wardrobe. Just get changed and meet me downstairs.” He called as he led himself back to your door.

With haste and hurry, you shrugged into some leggings, a faded t-shirt, and a flannel. Brushing your teeth was the most “grooming” you had time for, resolving that they’d be doing your hair and makeup when you got to set anyway. The messy bun you were sporting was just a little… messier than normal. You were notoriously the first to set on days when you had an early schedule, and waking up late just threw off your whole rhythm. You grabbed your bag and the latte Clint had left on your counter and hurried down the stairs, careful not to slip on the rain drenched concrete.

“Brrrr.” You mumbled as you shook off the light drizzle from your clothes as you hopped into Clint’s SUV. “It’s freezing. And wet. Why is it either always freezing or wet here?”

Clint’s deep chuckle bounded from his chest and turned his cheeks a rosy shade of red as he cranked up the heat. He was from Alabama, had a thick, bushy beard, and his salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back with gel. He was in his fifties and reminded you a lot of an uncle you hadn’t seen in many years. Although he didn’t have the title, per se, he may as well have been your assistant. He knowingly kept track of your schedules, made sure you were where you needed to be, when you needed to be there, and was a fierce force against any paparazzi that dared question you or the boys when you were with them. You lovingly called him and Cliff, Jensen and Jared’s bodyguard, “C2”.

“I’m still not used to it, and don’t know that I’ll ever be.” He commented as he shifted into drive. “You wanna plug in your phone? Your spare charger’s in the glove box.”

“Nah. We’ll be on set soon enough. I can plug it in then.”

It was only a twenty minute ride to the studio, so you decided to just charge it in your trailer while you were being prepped for filming.

You chatted with Clint about his kids and wife and their new puppy, Frank. You couldn’t help but smile when his eyes shone at the mention of his newest love that he’d adopted from a shelter a few weeks ago. He was a big ole softy when it came to dogs.

It wasn’t until you were driving through the gates of the studio that you remembered what scenes you were filming today. Every nerve ignited in your body as you opened your trailer door, excitement and fear both coursing through you as you remembered Jensen’s lips attached to yours.

And damn Jared and his gold-star meddling. Sure, you liked to reason that you would have eventually noticed that your name was said during rehearsal, but all of the emotion swirled in that instant made your recollection fuzzy. Words spoken could have been mistaken in memory of that instance, but that kiss was burned into your memory forever.

With a deep sigh, you plugged in your phone and rushed to the cosmetics trailer, plopping down as Jennifer set to work on your hair.

Your latte was emptied and your hair was freshly curled when Jared swung the trailer door open Kramer-style.

“Always late to the party.” You teased with a smirk.

“Cinderella is never late to the ball.” Jared retorted with a wink.

“Oh!” you chuckled as you stood from the ‘hair chair’, “is that what we’re calling you these days? I’ll be sure to make some adjustments to your trailer, princess.”

As you moved away, Jared peeled the beanie from his head and shook out his locks, preparing for his turn as you moved on to makeup.

As brushes were being cleaned and supplies gathered, you and Jared had a slim moment of privacy in the small space.

“Hey, Jar?” you whispered into the silence. “Jar?... Jared!”

He peaked up from his phone when you nudged him. “Hmm? What?”

“Man… you have the attention span of a rabbit.”

“I can be a rabbit or Cinderella, not both, Y/n.”

“Whatever…. Quick question, though…”

“Okay…” he waited, eyes trained on your fidgeting hands.

When you finally pushed down the lump in your throat, you asked, “How did you know about yesterday?—About, you know, what Jensen said?”

His hazel eyes sparkled for a sharp second, too much knowledge behind them for your liking, when he replied, “He told me.”

You nodded, not wanting to seem to eager to press for information, but couldn’t resist, “What else did he say?”

“I—“ Jared shushed when the ladies returned and set to work getting the two of you ready for filming.

The two of you sat in silence as you contemplated what else was said during their interaction, but Jared was not giving you any further hints as to what happened. You itched for your phone so you could text him repeatedly, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as he was entrenched in Twitter.

“Alright! All done.” Jennifer patted Jared on his shoulders.

“Us, too.” Trisha smiled at your reflection.

Jared swung his long legs to pull himself out of the chair, meeting you halfway in between them. “So?” you asked, feeling shorter than ever in his presence.

He secretly loved being the middleman between the two of you. He’d been eyeing the two of you for the last few years and eagerly noticed all of the lingering touches, stolen glances, and small glimmers of affection that you both seemed to miss from the other. He knew you were almost there… almost to the point where the maddening run-around would be over, so he gave you one final push.

“Y/n…” he scowled gently. “You and Jensen need to talk. Trust me.” He murmured with a soft smile and a loving pat on the shoulder.

The door swung open once more, but with less vigor than Jared’s entrance. Jensen shouted something over his shoulder to his P.A. before climbing the two metal steps.

His green eyes glistened as they locked on your face, a breathless call of your name escaped from his lips.

“Jay… hi.” You breathed.

Jared not-so-gracefully shoved your arm, causing you to stumble in the direction of the man that made your insides turn to mush.

“Hey.” He smiled. A light scruff donned his cheeks and his hair was fluffed in the most gorgeous way, like he had just finished running his hands through it. He lightly raked his tongue across his plump lower lip, making your skin tingle. “How are you?” he asked.

“Good, you?” you tested as he came to stand in front of you.

“Tired, but good.” He chuckled. “I—uh… I tried to call you last night. Did you get my message?” he asked shyly, one hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

Your face fell in confusion and disappointment, kicking yourself for missing his phone call, “My phone died last night… I’m sorry. I haven’t checked it since I woke up.”

“Its okay, really. I figured you were sleeping anyways.”

“Jensen?” Jennifer called. “Your chair’s ready.” She said, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“On the way.” He smiled to her. Shoving his hands in his pockets nervously and rocking on the balls of his feet, he continued, “Well, give it a listen and uh… tell me what you think, okay?”

You nodded, “I will, I promise.”

Just as you were turning to leave, you felt a slight grip on your hand. Jensen grasped your petite palm in his and gave it a light squeeze, “I’ll see you in a few, sweetheart.”

With flushed cheeks and a stupid grin, you nodded again, dumbfounded, giddy, and unable to do anything else.

He sat down and met your eyes once more in the mirror, his lips curling just enough to make his adorable dimples appear.

Once the door shut, you almost missed the last step and fumbled down to the pavement with a curse, taking a second to shake off embarrassment before racing to your trailer and immediately checking your voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n. I’m sorry it’s so late, but uh… I wanted to… see how you were, I guess. Well, I know you’re asleep now, but… can we spend some time together tomorrow? Just you and me? There’s something I need to tell you. I’ll see you then, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

A mixture of dread, anticipation, and joy flowed through you quickly before you went to wardrobe and the large warehouse that held the bunker’s set, carefully holding your umbrella as to not ruin everything that had just been done for your look.

When you arrived, Jared and Jensen were in the ‘library’ with scripts in hands.

“Alright, folks!” the director shouted to the cast and crew. “We’ve just got a quick meeting here before we travel to location for the day. Here are your schedules and breaks and travel itineraries. Jensen, Jared, and Y/n will be filming first, stunts and extras are already in transport. Any questions?” he asked while papers were being shuffled to each actor and staff member. “Nope? Alright, then. Let’s get this show on the road!” he clapped.

Quickly and gently shoving through the sea of people that were making their way out, you made your way to Jensen as he handed off his script.

“Jay?” you called, causing him to look up to where you were squeezing through the last of the mob.

Rushing towards him, you planted yourself as everyone else filed out around you. “I got your message.”

“Yeah?” he replied with a flicker of hope and a hint of a smile.

“I’d really like that… us meeting up later, I mean.” you said.

He sigh, almost relieved, “You would?”

“Absolutely.” You beamed.

“Me too.”

A/n 2: I received an anon ask when I was looking for fic ideas(see below) for a Jensen x actress!reader fic a while ago, but recently got hit with a spark of inspiration. This is based off of the song “What if I Said” by Anita Cochran and Steve Wariner and will be a short mini-series. Also there is a wife mentioned in some parts, but I purposefully left this person nameless as to not insinuate anything for Jensen’s real life.

Anonymous said: Hi! Just saw your post about looking for fic ideas. I’ve had this idea that I really like where reader is an actor on Supernatural and is friends with Jensen. They have a scene where they have to kiss or even just have to be right up in each other’s space and it makes them realize they like each other. It’s probably a common thing to write about, but I thought I’d ask anyway. Thanks!

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angelofthequeers · 5 years

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 2

Origins II

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

If you don’t take the chance to spruce up Ladybug’s outfit, then what are you doing with your life?

Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3 link

For a moment, Alya is frozen, unable to do so much as breathe. The little cat yawns and stretches, then blinks, revealing brilliant green cat eyes.

“Uh –” Alya clears her throat and tries again. “Uh – what – guh?”

“Better than my last holder’s reaction,” the tiny cat drawls in a scratchy voice, then darts over to Alya’s computer. “Ooh, shiny! Can you eat this? No, you can’t,” he gags when he tries to bite a corner off the monitor.

“Um, hello!” Alya says in a high-pitched voice. “Less eating, more talking! What are you?”

This is all just a dream. It has to be. What other explanation is there for a talking cat appearing in her room?

“My name’s Plagg. I’m a kwami,” the little cat says. “I grant powers. Yours is the power of destruction. Got it?”

“Wait…” Something click’s in Alya’s brain and she shrieks and bounces on the spot. “You – powers – am I a superhero now?”

“Uh huh,” Plagg says. Alya squeals and snatches up the silver ring to slide it onto her right middle finger. “And no one can know I exist, you should have a partner to help out, yadda yadda, you know the drill. Seriously, you got anything to eat? I’m starving.”

“Omgomgomg yayayayayayay!” Alya throws herself into her blue beanbag chair, kicking and flailing. “I’m a superhero now! I get to go out and fight crime and save people and be badass and – and – wait.” She freezes and points out the window in the general direction of the giant stone monster. “Does that mean I have to fight that thing?”

“Uh huh,” Plagg says.

“How do I transform? Is there a magic word? Do I like – I dunno – do a dance or something?”

“You just gotta say claws out. Now, first thing you gotta know is –”

“Plagg, claws out!”

“Wait, I haven’t finished explainiiiiiing –!”

The ring on Alya’s finger pulses as Plagg is sucked into it, and she’s enveloped by bright green magic, cold and forceful and powerful. Although she’s not entirely sure why, she runs her fingers across her eyes from the bridge of her nose, then brushes a hand over her hair, then holds her other arm up in the air and does a twirl until the green sparkles fade away.

“Oh. My. God.” Looking down at herself, all Alya can see is shiny black leather. She rushes for her mirror, tripping over herself in her haste, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal of excitement when she catches sight of her reflection – her superhero reflection!

Her hazel eyes are now cat-like and bright green, with the whites of her eyes a paler green colour. Her features are concealed behind a black mask with two points above her eyes and one down her nose, like a cat nose and miniscule ears, and with a thin outline of neon green. She has fake black and green cat ears on her head, while her brown hair is pulled back into a bushy ponytail tied with a green ribbon, and she’s wearing a tight black suit with a high split neck and green trim, elbow-length bright green gloves, and thigh-high black boots with green around the tops. She’s also got a thin black belt around her waist that hangs behind her like a cat’s tail and a bright green cat’s paw on her chest, along with neon green cat paw pads on her black palms and fingers. A quick look at one of her boot soles confirms that her feet have the inverse: green soles and black paw pads.

No. Way. What. The. Heck. She looks just like a comic book superhero!

“This is the greatest day ever!” Alya grabs the baton resting at the small of her back and rushes over to her glass door to burst out on her balcony. She climbs onto the railing, takes a deep breath, then leaps.

“Wahooooo!” Alya shrieks before realising that she’s about two seconds from splatting on the road below. Acting purely on instinct, she shakes her baton to extend it into a staff and holds it above her head so that it catches on a street lamp, then grabs the other end with her other hand. The lamp acts as a hook, leaving her dangling, her vision blurring from the jarring force in her arms that should have dislocated her arms but strangely didn’t.

“Okay,” Alya groans, letting herself drop to the ground. “Lesson one: don’t go jumping off balconies two seconds after getting superpowers.”

She eyes up a nearby building, then looks at her staff, and then gives a rather shark-like grin. Using her staff as a vaulting pole and with the aid of what she can only assume are enhanced physical abilities, she manages to leap from the road to the roof of the building, letting out a hysterical laugh as the wind whooshes in her ears but the locks of hair hanging around her face magically stay put and don’t fall in her eyes.

“What else can this thing do?” she says. She frowns at a building across the street in the next block over, then throws her staff like a javelin and whistles when it nestles neatly against the other building, laid between that one and the one she’s on like a tightrope. “Should I? I mean…I can’t die if I fall, can I?”

There’s no response from Plagg. With a sigh, Alya gingerly places one foot on the staff, then the other, then thrusts her arms out on either side and ever so carefully inches across. Don’t look down, don’t look down…

“Hey, I think I’m getting it!” Alya says. Almost as if in response, there’s a shrill scream that steadily grows louder and louder, and Alya looks up just in time to catch sight of a red figure hurtling through the air before crashing into her. Thankfully, the figure has some sort of string-rope-thing that catches their fall and leaves them dangling in mid-air from Alya’s staff, bound front-to-front, although Alya’s currently too busy trying to coax her stomach out of her throat to really pay attention to what it is.

When they finally stop swinging from side to side and Alya manages to regain a few of her brain cells, she realises that it’s a yo-yo. And the wielder of the yo-yo is a girl who looks absolutely terrified.

“Uh…hi!” Alya grins. “Your first day too?”

“How could you tell?” the other girl says with a faint laugh, finally managing to untangle them. Alya nimbly lands on her feet, but the other girl is a lot clumsier and nearly crashes on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“No sweat, girl,” Alya says. “At least you didn’t nearly rip your arms out of your sockets.” She finally gets a good look at the other girl, who’s wearing a tight suit that’s red with black spots over her chest and upper arms, with a black abdomen, ladybug-patterned legs, and black elbow-length gloves and knee-length boots. Her jet-black hair is red-tipped and in pigtails, tied with red ribbons, and the eyes behind her ladybug-patterned mask are a brilliant shade of blue.

“Ouch,” the girl winces. “That sounds painful.”

“Oh, you bet.” Alya nudges the girl. “Anyway, you must be the partner my kwami told me about! I’m…hmm, okay, hold up. I gotta think of the perfect name!”

“I take it you’re a fan of superheroes?” the girl says.

“Am I ever! How about…Chatte Noire! Nah, too simple. I’m literally just calling myself ‘black cat’ in French.”

“Well, I’m Ma – er – Mar – uh…” The girl pulls her yo-yo free of Alya’s staff. Alya winces and groans when the end of it slams her on the head, but it also brings her staff down with it, so she bends down to grab it. “Madly clumsy! I’m so clumsy. And sorry. So sorry.”

“All good, clumsy girl,” Alya says. “I don’t have any more of an idea what I’m doing. Hmm…Patte d’Ébène? Ugh, no, that so doesn’t sound heroic. That sounds like some fancy rich meal.”

The ground beneath them suddenly rumbles, causing Alya to nearly trip over her own feet despite her enhanced reflexes. A tall building crumbles to the ground nearby, and Alya immediately starts running in that direction, using her staff to propel her to a nearby rooftop.

“Hey! Where are you going?” ladybug girl cries.

“Uh, to save Paris, right?” Alya calls back, then takes off again. “Dame Lune? Eh, that doesn’t feel right. Ugh, how does Majestia even do this?”

The stone monster turns out to be at the stadium, cornering one of Alya’s new classmates – Kim, judging by the monster’s cries.

“Hey!” Alya nimbly lands in front of Kim, shielding him from the monster. “Pick on someone your own size! Oh my god, that’s the actual cheesiest line. Can I have a do-over intro?”

“Huh?” the monster says. Rolling her eyes, Alya lets out a war cry and charges to slam her staff into the monster…and promptly gets her ass handed to her when it just grows bigger after she hits it and then flicks her away.

“Ow,” Alya moans. She untangles herself from the soccer net and runs at the monster again, but it lets out a rumbling, almost bored sigh and throws her into a row of seats around the stadium. Thank god for kwami superpowers, because otherwise Alya’s spine would totally be smashed to pieces right about now. On the other side of the stadium, at the very top, Alya spots the ladybug girl covering her mouth, making no attempt to jump in and help.

Okay, if Alya has to pull both their weights, she’s gonna be super pissed.

“You can do it, red bug hero!” calls a voice from nearby. Once she’s managed to extract herself, Alya pinpoints the source as the Adrien kid, who’s crouching near the entrance to the inside of the stadium, recording the fight on his phone with wonder in his eyes. Why is he even here? He hadn’t come along to P.E.; Alya distinctly remembers him asking to talk to Marinette back in the library.

Apparently, Adrien seems to have no sense of self-preservation, because he doesn’t move when the stone monster growls and rips up a soccer net, then hurls it in his direction. It’s purely instinct – adrenaline surges through her – Alya bounds across the stadium and throws her staff to catch the net above Adrien’s head. At the same time, a yo-yo comes hurtling out of nowhere, wraps itself around Adrien’s waist, and yanks him out of harm’s way so that Alya can retrieve her baton and let the net fall to the ground harmlessly.

“About time!” Alya says to ladybug girl.

“Sorry!” ladybug girl says. “I’m just…really not up to this.”

“You think I’ve had any experience before today either?” Alya says. “Let’s turn this guy into dust!”

“Kick his butt, awesome superhero girls!” Adrien calls from a safe distance.

“Excuse me, but the name’s…uh…Reine…Nuit…Reine Nuit! Yeah, Reine Nuit!” Alya – Reine Nuit – snaps her fingers. “Perfect!”

“Have you noticed now he grows bigger and stronger with every attack?” ladybug girl says. “We have to do something different.”

“Any ideas?” Reine Nuit says. Ladybug girl frowns.

“What’s your superpower?” she says.

“Uh…my superpower?” Reine Nuit says. “I mean, I’ve got super senses, this awesome staff –”

“No, no, you should have a special power!”

Reine Nuit blinks. “Shit. Maybe I should’ve let my kwami explain everything before I transformed.”

Ladybug girl snorts. “You think? I guess it’s up to me. Lucky Charm!” She tosses her yo-yo into the air and catches a ladybug-patterned wetsuit.

“Umm…handy?” Reine Nuit says. “So, uh, what’s the plan?”

“My kwami told me I have to break the object where the whatchamacallit – er, the akuma is hidden.”

“He’s literally made of stone,” Reine Nuit deadpans. “Unless you can figure out which rock –”

“His right hand!” Ladybug girl points. “It’s still closed! He never opens it. It’s like the Russian dolls – the object isn’t on him, it’s hidden in his fist!”

“Huh. Smart and cute.” Reine Nuit winks. “I reckon we’ll get along just fine. What’s your plan, red bug hero?”

“Hmm…”

Okay, Reine Nuit is eternally grateful that she didn’t end up with the Ladybug Miraculous. Ladybug girl’s plan involves sticking a hose into the Lucky Charm suit, yeeting Reine Nuit and then herself at the stone monster to make it drop the akuma, then getting Adrien to turn the hose on to inflate the suit and force the monster to let ladybug girl go. Once she’s free, ladybug girl smashes the dark object to bits, releasing a purple-veined butterfly that goes flapping off into the distance.

“Yeowch!” Reine Nuit cries when the stone monster dissolves into another classmate of hers and sends her crashing to the ground. “That. Was. So. Cool!”

“What’s going on?” the burly boy groans, rubbing his head, “What am I doing here?”

“You were incredible, red bug hero!” Reine Nuit gushes, jumping to her feet. “You did it!”

“Ladybug. Call me Ladybug. And we both did it,” ladybug girl – Ladybug – corrects. Purely by instinct, they punch at each other in a fist-bump, declaring, “Pound it!”

“Uh, what’s that?” Reine Nuit says when Ladybug’s earrings give off a loud beep.

“We’ve only got five minutes after we use our power before we transform back,” Ladybug says. “You should go. Our identities must remain a secret!”

“Yeah, yeah, first rule of superheroing,” Reine Nuit says. She bounds away, calling, “Until next time!” over her shoulder.

In the high of defeating a real live supervillain, Reine Nuit doesn’t realise that she’s forgotten to get one crucial detail from Plagg: how to turn back into herself. It’s not until she’s in her room that it hits her.

“Crud,” she says. “Uh…claws out? Detransform? Back to Alya?”

Nothing happens.

“I can’t be like this forever!” Reine Nuit cries. “I mean, not that I’d hate being a superhero forever, but I have a life and a family, and everyone will know who I am if I don’t turn back and –” She groans and facepalms. “That’ll teach me to rush ahead without listening to the magic black cat.”

Pouting, she slumps on her bed, fiddling with her ring, which is now black with a tiny green cat’s paw. She wriggles it off her finger, then gasps when she’s enveloped in bright green light that devours her suit and leaves her as just plain Alya again.

“Oh,” Alya says. “Uh…that should’ve been obvious.”

“Next time, you might wanna try not rudely interrupting me,” Plagg says when he’s zipped out of the ring and sprawled across Alya’s bed. “Claws in to detransform, by the way.”

“Right. Sorry.” Alya sits down on the bed next to the tiny kwami. “So, uh…what’s my superpower? If Ladybug’s is Lucky Charm –”

“Cataclysm.” Plagg says. “Destroys anything you touch. One-time use before you turn back. I’m so hungry!”

Alya blinks at him.

“What?” he says sullenly. “I gotta keep my strength up somehow. No food for moi, no more superhero for toi.”

“Ugh, fine,” Alya says. “Wait, what do you even eat, anyway?”

Plagg’s eyes light up. “Camembert! Beautiful, rich, stinky Camembert!”

“…Great.” Alya facepalms. “Now I’m gonna stink of cheese. Well…small price to pay for being a superhero, I suppose.” The words send a thrill through her.

“Damn right,” Plagg says. “Where’s my Camembert?”

“Alright, cat face,” Alya sighs, pushing herself back to her feet. “Wait here. I’ll get your icky cheese.”

Plagg’s cheers follow her out of the room. She pauses outside her door, shakes her head, then smiles and heads for the kitchen. Alya Césaire is now a superhero! Who would’ve ever dreamt that this would happen to her?

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #plagg #origins part 1 #stoneheart #alya definitely hasn't been planning for this her whole life #who needs a radioactive spider #when you have a stinky cat god #adrien please develop some self-preservation #poor sheltered boy

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hopingforfakedreams · 6 years

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Dylmas - Don't You Know (soulmate au)

3rd Person POV

Dylan tried to calm his fast-beating heart as he stepped into the room full of the cast. The group of strangers that he was now to spend weeks on end with.

He took a deep, shaky breath and walked up to a group of three people that looked friendly enough. One, a woman, had long wavy black hair that shaped around her contrastingly pale face beautifully. She saw him and beamed, eyes gleaming.

Before Dylan knew what was happening, he was engulfed in a warm hug.

"Hi, Dylan, right?" she asked as she pulled away, "Sorry," she suddenly apologised, noticing Dylan's uncomfortable aura and she took a step back. The smile on her face didn't falter though.

After a moment, Dylan nodded, "Yeah, it's Dylan. Don't apologise, either, at least you're not biting my head off!"

The woman laughed, "Well, hi, I'm Kaya and this here is Ki Hong and Thomas." She explained, gesturing to the two men stood beside her.

Dylan turned to face them. One, he assumed was Ki Hong, smiled at him and shook his hand. Dylan nodded his head at him as they shook hands.

Then, he turned to the other man – Thomas. And, 'holy shit, you're so hot!' Dylan thought, trying to push the sudden attraction for the man stood in front of him away as he outstretched a hand. With a smile, Dylan blushed.

The man, Thomas, had dirty blonde hair swept carelessly to the side, falling past his eyes and framing his well-structured face. Dylan noticed that his eyes, although appearing hazel brown at first, were almost a deep, golden honey colour. Dylan felt like he'd fallen in a pot of honey as he had to force himself to pull his gaze away from Thomas' hypnotic irises.

Coughing awkwardly, Dylan avoided looking at Thomas throughout the rest of the conversation that he shared with his new colleagues.

The next few days are hectic. Dylan barely finds time to sleep, eat and wash in between getting to know each other and shooting the first few scenes. They were on a tight schedule.

That's why he didn't notice the cursive black writing on the back of his right shoulder until he was walking into his room after a long-deserved shower, fluffy white hotel towel wrapped securely round his waist.

"Oi, mate, I didn't know you had a tattoo!" Ki Hong called out from his position on Dylan's bed.

"I don't?" Dylan shot his new friend a confused glare.

Ki Hong stood form the bed and pointed at Dylan's shoulder. "What do you call that then?"

Running back into the bathroom, Dylan swivelled round to see his back in the reflection of the fogged up mirror. "Oh shit!" he muttered, trailing his fingertips lightly over the words etched into his tanned skin.

He squinted, trying to get closer to the mirror and cursing when he bumped into the cold sink. Finally, he managed to make out the words.

'Ah, fuck, I'm gay.'

That was it.

Dylan almost wanted to burst out laughing at the bluntness of the words. But he didn't, because his mind was too preoccupied with the knowledge that this was his soulmate mark. What else would it be?

"What's it say then?" Ki Hong's voice rang through the silence of the small room.

Suddenly, Ki Hong's reflection appeared behind Dylan's in the mirror above the sink. He read over the words, face crinkling before he let out a loud cackle. "Oh my God, what?"

Then there was hushed silence as Ki Hong thought.

"Wait...is that-?" he stopped mid-sentence, taking in the expression of Dylan's face. "It is, isn't it! Oh, man, congratulations!" he cheered, clapping Dylan's bare back roughly.

Dylan still didn't speak.

If this really was his soulmate mark, then that meant that his soulmate was someone in the cast or crew because it definitely wasn't there before he arrived here. And, obviously, his soulmate was a guy – which Dylan was actually thankful for, because he'd always been more attracted to guys. Especially, tall, blonde, handsome ones...

Shaking his head, Dylan rolled his eyes at himself. Of course Thomas wasn't his soulmate, don't be stupid.

Dylan dedicated the next few weeks to trying to find out who his soulmate was, but he soon found that it was an impossible task. Whoever his soulmate was, they were very good at hiding it; nothing had changed with any of the cast or crew, they all spoke to him in the same way that they had when he'd first got here. Nobody was flirting with him or even showing the smallest of signs of having a crush on him.

Maybe his soulmate didn't actually like him?

On one Tuesday, it was a particularly hot day. Most of the people on set were in tank tops and shorts, sweating profusely under the intense Louisiana sun rays.

Dylan wiped his arm across his hot forehead, cringing at the gross sweat that clung to his grimy skin. He hadn't washed for two days, having been so busy filming.

And because it was almost a pointless chore since he knew he'd just get sweaty and smelly the following day.

Resting his head against the wall of a random nearby trailer, basking in the cool shade its shadow casted over him, Dylan pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear. Lighting it, he took a long drag, closing his eyes peacefully.

"So, this is where you're hiding out?" he heard a deep, familiar voice speak. His stomach twisted at the twinge of an accent in the words, and peeking through his eyelashes he watched Thomas walk over to him and mimic his position against the wall.

Dylan hummed, closing his eyes again as he heard Thomas light up his own cigarette.

A comfortable silence surrounded them. Dylan tried to clear his mind, knowing that after this break he'd be jumping straight back into another serious scene. When he finally reached the filter of his cigarette, he stubbed it out under his foot and turned to face Thomas, who was still smoking but was watching his actions.

Dylan felt a heat rise in his cheeks as he thought about Thomas watching him, but tried to ignore the feeling and instead looked curiously at the blond. He was wearing a jacket, despite the unbearable heat.

"Why don't you take that off?" he asked, pointing at Thomas' jacket.

"Wanting me to strip, Dyl?" Thomas smirked, cocking his head to the side.

Dylan just scoffed, shaking his head. "You'll die of over-heating. Don't blame me for caring about you." he said, not actually denying Thomas' accusation because he didn't believe in lying.

Thomas laughed, but didn't answer, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Really? You're that stubborn? I won't tease you, I've seen you without a jacket on before, y'know."

Thomas seemed to think Dylan's words over before deciding that he was definitely too hot in his jacket. Slipping it off, he placed it on the ground by his feet.

Dylan suddenly realised why Thomas had been self-conscious; he was wearing an orange tank top – probably the most revealing thing he'd worn throughout their time filming. Normally, he had a dirty white jumper on.

Dylan struggle to swallow as his eyes travelled over Thomas' lean figure, trying to keep his staring subtle. Thomas turned around to stub his cigarette out on the log beside him.

Without warning, Dylan let out a loud gasp.

There, right on Thomas' right shoulder, was similar black writing to what was on his own body. He leant closer, examining the words, his mouth dropping open as he recognised them.

'Holy shit, you're so hot!'

Thomas was his soulmate? Dylan frowned, and then smiled wider than he ever remembered smiling. Thomas was his soulmate!

Suddenly, Thomas turned back around, eyes widening as he realised that Dylan was now stood a lot closer to him. Dylan met his curious gaze, an obvious smirk on his lips.

Thomas seemed nervous as Dylan leaned closer, so close that his nose was brushing against Thomas', but he didn't pull away. Dylan could feel Thomas' smoky breath hitting his skin, sending chills down his spine, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he relished in the feeling.

But then he remembered, and he snapped his eyes open again to look at Thomas.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gay?" he blurted out, questioningly, a hint of humour in his voice. He was still very close to Thomas' face.

Thomas seemed confused for a moment, but then realisation seemed to hit him and he froze –eyes disbelieving.

Dylan took this as a good sign, closing the gap between them without warning to connect his lips with Thomas'. The kiss was heated, not gentle and caring like Dylan had originally planned. Perhaps it was due to the weather?

It was fast, tongues brushing against each other wildly in ways that sent a chorus of moans to erupt between the two. Thomas had a hold of Dylan's hips, gripping tight enough to leave behind small, purple, finger-shaped bruises.

Dylan had his fingers wrapped around the unwashed locks of Thomas' blonde hair, tugging roughly in a way that seemed to send Thomas crazy.

They probably would have stayed like this, making out in a furious passion forever, if it wasn't for the awkward cough that pulled them apart. Blushing, but not in the slightest ashamed, Dylan heard someone tell them that they were wanted on set, but he didn't look away from Thomas.

Thomas said they'd be there in a minute, and Dylan heard the person walk away. Dylan didn't care; he was too focused on how Thomas' pupils had dilated to at least twice their usual size. And his pink lips were now swollen red. And his chest was heaving up and down irregularly.

"We'll finish this later." Dylan growled in a husky whisper, before sauntering towards set and leaving a bewildered and very turned on Thomas behind.

But, just before he rounded the corner, he felt a hand slap against his ass, roughly. Swivelling round, he glared at Thomas accusingly, but the blond just walked past him with a smug smirk on his face, not acknowledging Dylan.

Dylan muttered curses under his breath as he met the rest of the cast on set, ignoring pointed looks from Ki Hong, who was shifting his gaze between him and Thomas.

The next hour was pure torture as Dylan had to watch Thomas run around in his tight fitting clothes, drenched in a sweat that for some reason just turned Dylan on even more. Matters only got worse as Thomas had to bend over to tie up his shoelaces, and Dylan found himself messing up his lines multiple times as his mind wandered to a different place entirely.

To be fair, Dylan was doing his fair bit of unintentional teasing to Thomas, and it was driving the blond insane.

The moment that Wes called it a wrap for the day, Thomas was by Dylan's side and had grabbed a hold of his wrist, dragging him to his trailer where they remained for the next few hours.

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She’s No Angel (Part 16)

A/N: Listen, I was watching Scandal. Sorry, not sorry. I JUST WANT TO STATE: Right now, from this point on, no matter what happens in the sequel trilogy, this series will end the way I want it to end. Events that I want to happen. People I choose to die. So if it is somewhat similar to the movie: I did it first.

She’s No Angel Master List

A little competition never hurt…

“Hello, Commander.” You nodded. He removed his mask with a smile. “Y/N, how are you? I’ve heard you’ve been speaking of me.” He smirked. “Commander, I’ve been speaking to Captain Phasma about what had happened.” You clasped your hands in front of your body. “Commander, as I said before, what happened before, I truly apologize. My actions weren’t fully thought and I acted with-” “With your heart.” Kylo interrupted. Your eye twitched. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. “Commander, from this point forward, I would like us to conduct a strictly professional relationship. Yes, I know that line has been crossed numerous times. But still, as a superior, you should have certain control of your feelings regardless.” You watched as his eyes grew darker and a scowl formed on his face. “You’re lying. You’re only saying this to make you think you’re above all of this. Y/N, honestly give up the act, you want to be with me you can’t deny it.” You rolled your eyes. “And a professional relationship, an Ambassador, and Commander sounds very dignified.” “Good-bye Commander.” You quickly shut off the link and exited.

You thank the makers that it would be a month before you saw him again. It gave you some time to get you and your thoughts together. And hopefully, it wouldn’t be such a long trip like last time. You were just going to an allying planet to renew a contract and pick up some resources. You walked off the ship, dress in hand. You loved your new position, but you hated the clothes. On the ship, you could wear whatever you pleased, as long as it fit First Order regulations. When visiting other planets, however, it would be more respectful and appease if you wore their garb. Fussing with the dress, you made your way to the palace steps.

“Welcome to Fallania, Ambassador L/N.” The King said with arms wide. You smiled, bowing. “Thank you, your highness.” He smiled. “My, aren’t you a sight. A beautiful and intelligent young lady, we are very honored to have you here.” You tried to contain your blush. “Well, thank you, your highness.” Before you could speak, someone else interrupted. “Father! Father!” followed by a boisterous laugh. The young man walked outside with a pep in his step with a wide smile. “Oh, father.” He stopped in front of you. “I didn’t know we had company. Hello, I’m Michael.” He took your hand and gently kissed your knuckles. “Prince Michael of Fallania, soon to be king, that enjoys not remembering his duties.” The King piped in. Michael scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you, Father, you sure know how to help me out.” A small smile graced your lips as his eyes landed back on you. He was almost as tall as the General, a nice athletic build, a rich Fallanian accent, with golden blonde hair and hazel eyes. You seemed to be lost in a daze as Fallania’s sun spotlighted him. “Well you know, boys will be boys.” The King chuckled and you joined in. Just then, the Commander’s shuttle landed and the ramp lowered revealing the man himself and his many knights. He stalked over to the stairs, where all three of you stood. “Ah, Commander Ren, it’s nice to see you again.” Kylo bowed “Your Highness.” “Commander Ren, so happy you can join us,” Michael said cheerily. Kylo’s mask showed nothing but his reflection as he retorted. “I see you’re finally joining us too.” Kylo stood next to you and you could feel his annoyance radiating off of him. “Hello, Commander.” Your soft voice carried and he turned to purposely look you down. Michael watched this with a quizzical look. As the awkward silent staredown approached its third minute, Michael coughed gaining everyone’s attention. “Sorry, just something in my throat. Perhaps, we can all head for dinner.” He held his hand to make sure he guided you.

The first day spent at Fallania was nothing but pure bliss. The planet was beautiful, the people were so nice. The King renewed the contract right after breakfast, leaving you to be shown around the palace and the walls by Michael. Michael was so handsome and charismatic and very funny. There was not a time when you weren’t smiling. At one point you couldn’t help but dream of a life where you didn’t have to return to the First Order and stay here for the rest of your life. But, of course, you couldn’t do that to Hux. But then again, Hux did say you deserved a Prince. Right now, you were sitting on one of the low stone fences under the shade of a large tree; you watched Michael practice his swordsmanship skills with one of his men.

His golden locks were matted from the sweat on his forehead and cheeks and lips were now a bruised pink. You couldn’t help but think how enticing they looked. Allowing your eyes to drop lower, you followed the softly curled pattern of golden chest hairs that filtered down his navel. Body glistening under the sun, you watched the muscles contracting when he tied his shirt around his waist. Makers, you could stay here forever. “How about you fight someone who isn’t paid to let you win?” Tension started to rise in your shoulders as the mechanical, clad in leather, strode into the courtyard with his “gang”. Michael raised up his arms “Ah, of course. Who wouldn’t like a chance to beat THE mighty Kylo Ren.” “Excuse me, I don’t think this is a very good idea.” You intervened. “Well, why don’t we fight in your honor.” Michael sent you a smile and a wink. Kylo turned to see your blushing form. “Eh, sir, I’m not skilled in such a powerful weapon.” Michael playfully bowed as his friends laughed. “Hopefully an electro-sword will do fine.” Kylo extended his hand, using the force to retrieve the sword from one of the other man’s hand. He swung it around a few times before nodding.

The two men fought as if it was for the death. Your eyes were only on Michael as he dodged Kylo’s malicious attacks. ‘Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him.’ Your mind begged as Kylo’s advances became bigger. The sharp sound of both weapons clashing with each other rang throughout the courtyard. Both men strained to push each other of him. Michael scrunched up his face and started to turn red. Kylo started to probe his mind with the force. “Ah!” Michael let out an excruciating yell as he fell back. “MATT!” You jumped off the fence and ran to his sigh. “Matt, Matt! Are you okay?” He lifted his wrist exposing it’s swollen form. “I told you this was a horrible idea. Look what you did! You have no control whatsoever!” You turned up to grill Kylo. His shoulders were heaving as he stared down at you, just like at the steps. You weren’t backing down as you narrowed. “Come on, Sir.” One of Michael’s men helped him and escorted him back to the palace and you followed him. When you walked passed Kylo you felt a tug on your arm, sending him a scowl, he released you.

“Oh, Ambassador you didn’t have to escort him back.” The King spoke. “Oh, it’s no problem. And I do apologize for the Commander’s action.” You tried to hide your apparent anger. “I was against this, but they didn’t listen.” The King laid a hand on your shoulder. “Oh Ambassador, even they only appear to be men, they still act like boys.” You let out a huff. “I know, but, I can’t help but feel responsible.” The King’s hand fell to in between your shoulder blades and pushed you towards the room Michael was in. “You remind me of Michael’s mother, the late Queen Valeria. Gracious, beautiful, wise, lawful; I wish she was still here to see how much he’s grown.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” His hand dropped and he let out a sigh. “She died when he was eight and I’ve tried my best to raise him, but I think I have failed her.” You shook your head. “No, you’ve done a wonderful job, your highness. The Prince is an amazing person. He’s so kind and charismatic, and one day he’d make a wonderful king, just like you.” You held onto the King’s arm. “Moving onto my old man already?” A hearty chuckle echoed through the room. Michael’s boots clicked across the palace’s marble floor. “Are you okay?” You turned to face him. He moved closer to show you his bandaged wrist. “I’m really sorry about this.” You whispered. “It’s fine.” He shrugged. “I guess I was the true victor after all.” His breath fanned across your cheek with the close proximity. You looked down to hide your smile as Michael smiled. “I was just telling the Ambassador about your mother.” The King spoke up. Michael looked at his father “She reminds me so much of her.” And then at you; he stared at you as if you were the most precious jewel in the galaxy. “Would you-would you fancy a walk?” A deep blush crept onto his cheeks. “Yeah, I would like too.” You smiled. The two of you began to walk. “Please, Michael, be respectful.” The King interjected. “I will Father. I’m trying to court the possible future Queen of Fallania.” He smiled and you bit your lip to hold back your wide smile.

Towards the end of your walk, it started to get dark. Dinner would be soon, so Michael thought it would be best to relax near the Blossom Tree near the palace’s entrance nearest the dining room. Right now, Michael was laughing at the joke you told. “A stormtrooper?!” He laughed lurching forward. “I thought they all were serious clones, where did you find one like that?” He asked. You shrugged. “I don’t know. They don’t use clones anymore. They’re all pretty funny. Most of my friends are troopers.” You picked a flower off the tree and twirled it. Michael pulled the petals from the blossom on the tree. “And what is a girl like you hanging with ‘troopers’?” He mocked you nicely. You shrugged again and rolled your eyes sweetly. A soft brush against your cheek sent you staring into his hazel eyes. “I’d be your friend.” He continued to trace your cheek with the pink petal. He guided it down to your lip. “Even though I’d have to admit, I’d rather be more than just your friend.” He leaned closer to you and your breath hitched. Licking his lips, Michael whispered. “Somebody’s watching us.”

Both of you turned to look up at the balcony, where the Commander stood there watching you. You couldn’t help but be locked in his gaze. “Hello, Commander.” Michael waved with a grand smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect her.” He snuggly wrapped his arm around your waist. “Oh and don’t worry about the wrist. Just a sprain.” He gave a little wave. Only then did the mask turn to face the Prince before leaving. “Makers, he’s a creep.”Michael huffed out. “How do you even stand that man?” You looked down. “He’s not that bad. He comes off abrasive, but he’s-” “Do you like him?” Michael chirped. Your eyes widened and your heart pulsed faster. “What?!” “I think he likes you.” Michael smirk and you furrowed your brows. “The way he looks at you, silently stalking you. I heard he has those mind powers.” He wiggled his fingers. “What if he is using that to make you think that.” He rips a branch from the tree. “You will like me, Y/N.” Michael mocks the mechanical vocoder as he pointed the branch at you. “Have you seen his lightsaber?” Michael asked swinging the branch around. Before you could answer he swung at you knocking the flower out your hand and grabbing you by your waist. Your chest moved in sync with his as you could hear the blood rush to your ears. His pink lips were so close to yours, just an inch closer. “I think we should get ready for dinner.” He leads you towards the palace doors.

Dinner was slightly uncomfortable. Granted it was just, you, the King, and the Prince which was a delight; Michael couldn’t seem to stop talking about Kylo Ren. In all honesty, you didn’t need to defend him, but you felt obligated to for the cause. After excusing yourself from dinner, Michael decided to walk you to your room. “Do you always have such heavy security?” Michael whispered. The breath hitting your ear tickled. “Only when necessary. I like it. I like feeling protected.” “You don’t think I can protect you.” Michael put his hand on his chest, being playfully hurt. You approached your door and two of the troopers examined your room. “They do this all the time too?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, thank stars I didn’t decide to seduce you tonight.” He pulled you into his chest with his arm. You chuckled swatting him. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me for a drink?” He pouted. Shaking loose from his arm, you shook your head. “No, after today, I think I need my rest.” He shot you a soft smile “Alright then, sweet dreams Ambassador L/N.” He gently kissed your hand. “And to you too, Prince Michael.” You smiled before closing the door.

While preparing for bed, you began to hear voices. His voice. Kylo beckoned for you to meet him in his room. “No!” You growled for the fifteenth time. Kylo warned you he would do this all night. “Fine, then meet me in the hallway.” You grumbled. You threw on your robe, “I’ll be back.” You told the troopers and trudged down the various hallways. Kylo’s back faced you at the end of one of the hallways. “What do you want?” You spat. He turned around. “That’s no way to speak to your superior.” Pointing your finger you moved closer. “I swear all you do is try to make me miserable and fail.” “On the contrary, my dear.” “And you hurt the Prince! They are our alliance, the King could’ve easily backed out after that stunt you pulled. And without Fallania, we wouldn’t have the funding to complete the base!” Your finger sharply pointed into his armor. “Oh Y/N, after that stunt YOU pulled.” He laughed gently wrapping his gloved fingers around your wrist. “I never pegged you to be into blonds. You think I didn’t hear you call out Matt earlier today?” Your mouth went dry and fell agape. “Oh Y/N, why do you keep this up? You’re only hurting yourself.” He wrapped his other around your waist pulling you to him. You gulped, shimming only to bring yourself closer to him. “You can try to use the Prince to live out what we have or you can have the real thing.” His vocoder was dangerously close to your lips and every time he spoke you felt the vibration drip from your lips and pool in your lower abdomen. Kylo let you go and turned to leave you staring blankly at him as he walked back to his room. “But, you’d rather keep it professional.”

P.S.: Only 4 parts left before the next break!! I really do enjoy Lucky Thursdays btw <3 Also I’m not going to school tomorrow so just send me all the crazy ask about past, present and future SNA. Hit me up with comments, concerns, jokes, reminding me that Kylo Ren passed out when he got a blowjob, anything. I miss talking to you guys. I JUST WANT TO STATE: Right now, from this point on, no matter what happens in the sequel trilogy, this series will end the way I want it to end. Events that I want to happen. People I choose to die. So if it is somewhat similar to the movie: I did it first.

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high-warlock-of-procrastination · 7 years

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Malec Week! Day 4

Malec week! day 4: Greek mythology

(Pygmalion and Galatea AU)

Ivory Beauty

There was a king, whose name was Magnus, in Greece whom beauty and kindness were known by all. By all means, he was different from all the other royalties and mainly, he was lonely and had yet to found someone to share his life.

It wasn’t that no one wanted that, no, everyday women and men would woo him, would try to win his heart. They were nice but Magnus could see that they only were there for his money and the throne. He had almost been tricked once by one of the women. ‘Never again’ he had promised to himself, and from this day, he remained single and lonely.

But the king was a man of talent and Magnus spent days and nights in his atelier sewing and sculpting.

One day, he decided to sculpt the one person who would be his ideal of beauty. He didn’t know them, him, the man he was creating probably didn’t even exist, but if he did, if he did exist, he would look just like that.

Magnus worked for weeks on his new masterpiece and forbid anyone to bother him. He needed to be alone for it to be perfect. He needed to be able to focus and get rid of any distraction. He barely even ate.

In town, people started talking; saying their king was obsessed or worse, that he had gone crazy. That loneliness had ended up eating him alive to the point he lose himself. Some were worried, some pessimistics seemed to think he would soon die and some others kept hoping for their king to come back, all magnificent, all kindness, all himself again.

It was nighttime when Magnus finished his statue, sweat rolling on his temples, hands calloused from all the work he had put them into. He didn’t dare to look at his piece yet, as if he wouldn’t bear it. He didn’t feel ready. Instead, he went to the small bed he had put in the atelier. He, who often couldn’t sleep, found peace that night.

Hot rays of sunshine woke him up the next morning and the first thing his eyes laid on was his statue. Magnus breath hitched, because oh, in the name of all the Gods and Goddesses, it was beautiful.

The man he had carved in ivory was borderline perfect. He was tall, taller than Magnus and his eyes, though devoid of life, had this sweetness the king had never seen in anyone alive before. Wide lips were shaped under a slightly upturned nose gave his face a gracious and gentle aura. The hair despite being carved in the same material seemed messy, wild even. The body was toned and muscular, if one saw it, they would automatically feel the urge to touch. Magnus had never felt so proud and oh is it needed to say he fell in love immediately? He wasn’t one to name his statues but he made an exception for this one. Alexander.

Magnus didn’t realise at first how madly in love he had fallen. He spent his days staring at him, sometimes touching the cold features of the ivory man, brushing them delicately with the tip of his fingers. He liked to imagine how soft the skin of the man would be if he was real, the colour of his eyes, the colour of his hair, the shade of his lips. Would his skin be tan or as pale as the material he was made of? Would his eyes be brown? Green? Blue? Hazel? Would his hair be blonde? Black? Ginger? Would his lips be a shade of red or a shade of pink? And how would the voice escaping them would sound? Would it be deep and sweet? He thought so. Sometimes, the king would even allow himself to picture the personality of the man. He imagined him to be a shy but straightforward man, loyal, always, and full of love and passion. And more and more often, he dreamt of him and the love they could share if he was real, if they were together.

Fantasy was enough at first but slowly, Magnus found himself needing more. Daydreaming made him realise even more how this would never happened, because Alexander, his Alexander was ivory. He was cold and didn’t, couldn’t, feel anything. He couldn’t be aware of Magnus’ love and was a stranger to emotions. He wasn’t real. He was only a fragment of his imagination existing only under the form of a statue. Sadness and despair hit him hard and he closed himself once again. Looking at his statue, at his Alexander only brought him pain and heartbreak.

The King didn’t know which God or Goddess to pray, which one would ease his pain and make him feel whole again, he just didn’t feel alive anymore. Magnus thought and thought, and finally, he decided to pray Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, she only would hear and understand him, at least he hoped.

Magnus went to the nearest temple, giving to the Goddess as much richness and presents he could hold and fell to his knees, begging.

“Ô Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, please hear my prayer. I fell in love with what is not to be loved in a romantic way and sadness is burying me alive. I beg you Ô my Goddess, free me from my distress.”

Aphrodite, who knew about the king and the affection he bear for his statue. His Alexander. She had found herself quite impressed and the prayer she received from Magnus, so pained and so heartfelt touched her so much she decided to help him.

When the Goddess appeared in front of him, Magnus first had a movment of terror, not expecting the visit of such a sacred creature. She was has beautiful as it was said. Her perfection was shining through her whole aura and body and Magnus was mesmerised when she smiled to him.

“Magnus.” She spoke and her voice was smooth and melodious. “I have seen the love you bear for this man you carved in ivory and I found myself moved by how pure it is. I will not take that love from you but I will grant you something else. This statue of yours you call Alexander, I will grant him to live.” She touched the king’s cheek, now wet with tears. “Love him and show him the world, King Magnus.”

Magnus blinked and found himself alone in the temple. He got up, his legs shaking, processing what had just happened. Aphrodite had granted Alexander to live. The Goddess had granted him to become real. And at the realisation that his Alexander might be alive right now, he ran to his home, to his atelier, only to find his statue, still unmoving, still ivory. Had he dreamt the Goddess? Had his mind played a cruel trick on him?

The king walked to his work and touched its cheek. Closing his eyes, he brought his lips to Alexander’s cold ones. It was a goodbye kiss. Tomorrow, out of sorrow, he decided that he will destroy the statue and try to bury this love deep inside of him. But as he was thinking that, the lips between his became warmer, soft even and, surprised, Magnus pulled away, watching with wide eyes whiteness making place for colour and ivory changing to skin and hair and flesh. Soon enough, a young man was facing him.

His skin still had the colour of ivory but his lips were pink and his eyes were hazel. Black hair was falling on his face and he blinked, confused, looking around him. When his stare finally stopped on Magnus, he shyly smiled as a blush started creeping on his cheeks and never before the king had seen such a sweet and loving smile.

“Magnus.” He said.

His voice was deep, almost mysterious and soothing, even better than how Magnus had imagined it. Alexander approached him, hesitant,before brushing the king’s skin like the latter had done so many time with him. Magnus smiled back, and cupped the man, the real man, cheeks, and gently made him lean so their foreheads touched.

“Alexander.” He whispered.

Their eyes locked for a few second and then, then they kissed. It was soft, it tasted sweet and it felt like life.

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▲ FIVE TIME MY MUSE THOUGHT ABOUT KISSING YOURS, AND THE ONE TIME THEY DID.

numero uno… they spent all night in her room, talking, telling each other things about themselves, getting to know each other. It was nice to be around the doppelgänger, nice but stupid. mason knew better than anyone that it wasn’t a good idea to hang around her, more so seeing why he was in mystic falls in the first place. to kill the salvatore brothers it was simple, but he seemed to be rather willing to fall into the habit of distracting himself with the brunette. he’s staring at her, watching her features quietly as she spoke and spoke, gaze flickering to her lips for one brief moment and again he’s gazing, staring, watching… something he knows he shouldn’t be doing, but he can’t help himself, not with her. lips seem soft, so kissable that he wants to make a move that he wants to push himself to close the gab between the two and just go for it, he felt that way last night too, and he’d managed to, but the more time he spent with her the more effect whatever spell she’d cast on him had on the boy. ‘ are you listening mason ?? ’ she suddenly asked, his gaze quickly flickering up as a light shade of red colored his cheeks. he shook his head a light breathy nervous laugh escaping him. how awkward, though he wasn’t embarrassed. in a way it was surprising to find himself hypnotized by someone like her, by someone he was supposed to be using to get to his goal, though it wasn’t like that anymore. a few minutes of talking and she had him wrapped around his pinky, was he against it though ?? not really. he shakes his head, erasing the trail of thoughts in his mind before he spoke. ❝ sorry !! i kind of… - ––– dozed off. ❞

numero dos… he’s picking her up again, a small picnic he’s prepared for the two. the woods, their spot, the place she first took them when they met. he’s planned to go there, it seems like the perfect location for their little meeting after all. he freezes once she opens the door, gaze trailing up and down her frame for a split moment as he tried to figure out what to do. BREATHTAKING that’s how she looked like. a wide grin compliments his features now, brown honey irises meeting her hazel ones as he offers her a hand, fingers lacing together as he watches her, taking in her appearance. again he feels lucky, lucky to have the chance to take someone like her out. he’s glad she likes him just like he likes her, but there’s something else between the two that goes deeper than the simple boundaries of friendship. it’s a connection, it’s there and he’s sure she’s aware of it too. still he never mentions it, even if it’s obvious that he cares deeply about her, that he truly enjoys spending his time with her. it wasn’t a game to him, of course not. elena gilbert meant the world to him, and he hoped she knew it too. ❝ you look - ––– gorgeous. ❞ he says nodding slowly. he wants to kiss her again, though he knows it’s not the right time. even if he wants to he’s strong enough not to. they had all the time in the world, he’d rather not rush things, not with her. ❝ c’mon let’s go. ❞

numero tres… they’re sitting in the woods on the small blanket he’s brought with him. arm was wrapped around her frame, the other one reaching for another dorito only to hold it up for her. yes the food wasn’t fancy, but nor was he. he enjoyed the simple things, fast foods, nothing luxurious. he didn’t even own a tie for heaven’s sake, but of course he owned one thing others didn’t, a crossbow and a few pistols. it was something he hadn’t shared with her yet, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. she’s special to him after all. the last thing he wanted was to loose someone like her. taking her hand he laced their fingers together, thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand as he watched her. somehow his gaze flickers to her lips once more, tongue tracing his bottom lips as he sat quietly. pure silence, the only thing heard was the gentle whisper of leaves and the singing of birds, a perfect combination for the peaceful moment they shared. still he doesn’t make a move, no matter how much she meant to him, no matter how beautiful she looked, he still wanted to wait. it takes him a while to avert his gaze from her own, taking a dorito and popping it into his mouth before reaching for another one and holding it up for her. yes he wants to kiss her, hell he’d be lying if he said he didn’t, but he knows he can last a little longer, it would be worth the way. ❝ dorito ?? ❞

numero cuatro… somehow they ended up swimming in the lake, just like back when they first met. it’s been several weeks, only difference was that they’d grown closer, they were more comfortable around each other too. arms wrap around her, holding her close to him once he’d swam close enough to her. he’s calm, happy, content with how everything was in his life in that instant. yes he missed his parents, yes he wished he wouldn’t have to do all that crap regarding killing both vampires since it had to do with her, but it was a duty. still it’s not as important to him than the brunette, the moment they both were sharing clearly meaning more to him than anything else. ❝ we should come here more often y’know. ❞ he said, nodding slowly, fingers gripping her hips gently. ❝ i mean… it’s our place, i feel as if we should… ❞ he raises his hand, fingertips tucking a strand of wet her behind her ear. how beautiful she was was something he couldn’t quite comprehend. again there’s that urge there, the silence taking over once more as they spoke their own language. a simple look and they both understood what the other meant, no words needed. he wanted to kiss her, yes, but once more he was stopping himself from making a move, switching topics almost instantly out of fear, perhaps he was stupid he wasn’t sure. ❝ wanna go out for dinner later ?? ❞

numero cinco… they’re in his car, his hand resting on top of her own as he gripped the steering wheel with the other, gaze moving from time to time from her own to the road. it didn’t take them long to get to a small restaurant just outside of town, his gaze landing on her own once he’s parked the car outside. it’s nice being there with her, extremely nice. perhaps it’s weird to admit such a thing, more so seeing how strongly he seemed to be ignoring his initial reasons for staying in mystic falls, though it felt as if he kept on postponing his duties all for the brunette. tongue traced his bottom lip as he nods slowly. dark brown irises focus on her face, his gaze flickering down to her lips after a brief moment. KISSING her was something he really wanted to do. in fact it was a desire, almost a need yet he opens the door without saying anything, moving to the other side only to open her own. ❝ c’mon let’s get some food. ❞

numero seis… they’re back at her place and he’s standing outside her door with her, fingers laced together as he tried his best for the moment to last a little longer. he didn’t want to leave, even if he should. it was late after all. ❝ we should - ––– do this more often. ❞ he said with a small nod, a wide boyish grin spread across his features as he watched her. clearly he had enjoyed his time spent with her, thus why his eyes glimmered even beneath the little light above them. it was dark, rather late and he felt tired, exhausted, though he could definitely spend a couple more hours with her, that’s what he truly desired after all, to spend time with elena. he doesn’t know when his secret would be revealed to her, in fact he’d rather not even tell her about it all, and that’s when it hit him. TIME WAS LIMITED. gaze flickered to her own, his thumb tracing her knuckles as he watched her. they wouldn’t be together forever, in fact they would be pulled apart by his selfish actions. ❝ i like you a lot, ‘lena. ❞ mason said, his voice a quiet whisper as he stepped closer. he shouldn’t waste time, not anymore, thus why he suddenly gathered the courage to close the small gap between the two, lips pressing upon her own as he held her close.

#fearhermind #( interactions | Mason x Elena )#( otp. | i'd rather be with you in hell than without you in heaven | Mason x Elena )#// i am trash™#( queue'd )

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masque, charcoal, pigment, gorgeous, and masque

Oooh I’m pumped, let’s do these!! Thank you for sending these in!! (I’ve been gone on a road trip, so I haven’t had time to do these before now!!)

charcoal: do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Yes and no. My mom and I are really, really close. We tell each other everything, and she’s my best friend. I spent the majority of my life living with her, so we’ve just always fit well together. Arguments between us are rare and often solved with a simple talk after an hour or two. Most people hate their moms at my age, but I love her so much. My dad and I have a rocky relationship. He’s very temperamental, and we fluctuate between being close and not being close at all. He’s worked out of state / country for the majority of my life. We were much closer when I was younger, but now our personalities clash. We still love each other though! My relationship with my stepdad is somewhere in between the other two. We love each other, but sometimes we rub each other the wrong way. He was in the military for a long time, so he can come off as harsh even if he doesn’t mean to. I’m really perceptive of changes in people’s tone of voice, so I often think he’s mad when he isn’t. He’s easily annoyed by things (particularly politics) so he rants a lot, and it’s kind of annoying. Most of the time we get along well though.

gorgeous: what do you like in a person?

I’m gonna answer this as what I look for in a friend, since romance doesn’t interest me haha. Definitely intellect. Doesn’t have to be book smarts, just an overall understanding of things and the ability to hold a deep conversation on topics that matter. I usually prefer people who are somewhat quiet, but a lot of my favorite people are very loud, so I guess I’ll go either way. Honesty, of course, is a huge thing for me. Someone who’s supportive, but will put me back into my place if I get ahead of myself or start overthinking things. People who need someone else romantically in order to validate themselves are people I stay away from. So I guess someone who’s really independent? My friends absolutely must have a good sense of humor. The darker and more sarcastic the better. I need a friend who I can banter with without an awkward pause in the conversation. Someone who can both dish it out and take it. Also, people who dress well. Not saying they have to wear collared shirts and slacks, but just a general concern for their appearance. I’m very against wearing sweatpants in public, or bringing blankets to school, but that’s just me. I have some friends who have done those things, so it’s not like I’d kick them to the curb for it!

masque: what’s your skincare routine?

I moisturize every night with my tears. My routine is really simple. I remove my makeup at night - I only wear concealer under my eyes, a powder to “soften things out” in the words of the lady at Sephora, eyeliner (sometimes) and lipstick (sometimes), so there’s not a whole lot to take off haha. Then I use witch hazel to (whatever witch hazel does? purify??) and then some moisturizing lotion that my mom has. L'Oreal Hydra Genius I think? That’s literally it. Occasionally (once a month maybe) I’ll use some kind of mask? My skin is extremely sensitive, so I can’t use a lot of products. Most lotions and soaps and masks make my skin break out or start bleeding. I also have restrictions on what kind of metals I can wear jewelry wise (only sterling silver and pure gold). Other than that my skin is pretty good, so that routine is enough for me.

pigment: what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose?

Naturally, my hair is a light / medium brown with slightly red undertones in direct sunlight. I’ve never dyed it before, and I doubt I will. If I had to dye it though, I’d probably just go a few shades darker or lighter - nothing drastic. Black hair would make me look dead, and blonde hair would be too light for me, since my skin is very pale. I used one of those spray on dyes once (the ones that wash out the next day) to turn my hair black a few years ago when I was Wednesday from the Addams family for Halloween.

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#asks #about me #thank you so much for submitting these #questions like these are always fun!#i feel like my answers got really long...#Anonymous

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