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vintageaustin · 4 months

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Strange love

Pairing: Nate Jacob’s x female reader

Warnings: choking angst a bit of fluff near the end cursing

Authors note: thank you to my wonderful wonderful girlfriend @asshlyyyy for the banner

you were at some stupid party you´re friend maddie dragged you to. and honestly? you were so over it already. you weren't the type for parties, a lot of people actually wondered why you and maddie were friends.

nate fuckin jacobs you fucking hated his guts he was ripped in every edge but you were ought to admit, he was a fucking master piece that wasn´t even why you hated him. he bullied you or well it was more like teasing. He called you ¨monroe¨ because your plan was to move away and become some big Hollywood star. honestly it almost seemed like he was jealous because he on the other hand. was gonna be stuck in this fucking town forever,

you walked to the kitchen and sigh softly, speaking of the fucking devil there he was in all his glory. he was wearing a white shirt, with a black button up and black jeans. you quickly looked away and grabbed yourself and maddie a drink. before the devil could spot you, to be fair you didn't feel like dealing with nate to be very honest you never felt like dealing with nate.

but before you could even walk out of the damn kitchen. you felt someone grab your wrist with a very strong grip. you just knew it was him, ¨fucking hell¨ you muttered to yourself. and turned around ¨Hello nate¨ you said looking up at the 6´5 man. who even is 6 fucking 5 it feels unncessary to be that tall, ¨nice outfit found it in you´re grandma her closet?¨ he chuckled sinisterly.

You rolled your eyes and was about to speak up but he put his finger against your lips preventing you from speaking. “Uh-uh-uh why are you here?” He spat as if he had an issue with you and not his ex girlfriend who was grinding on some random dude his dick.

¨because if you are here maddie is here¨ he muttered grabbing your jaw kinda harsh. ¨she is now what is it to you.¨ you said pushing him off ¨it's a party Nate people are gonna be there. get.over.it¨ you muttered and walked away. downing both drinks you sat down. next to rue she looked over at you ¨didn't think i'd see you here¨. she chuckled which made you laugh.

¨honestly neither did i, but oh well what can i say i´m a fucking people pleaser¨. you laughed as you leaned you´re head back on the couch. little did you know nate was watching your every fucking move. he wanted you hell he needed you. he wanted to make you laugh, but at the same time he also wanted to hurt you and see you cry.

an hour or so passed and you were still strung out on the couch talking with rue. ¨That's the beauty of a secret you know you're supposed to keep it¨ you laughed. until you were interrupted by no one other than Nate Jacobs himself. ¨get up y/n¨ he spat, you looked a bit confused and shook your head. ¨no i´m not getting up?¨ you spat through your own theeth.

¨i said get the fuck up before i fucking help you¨ he almost yelled. you shook your head once more brushing him off and going back to youŕ conversation. This is when Nate decided he had enough of your little attitude and picked you up, as he threw you over his shoulder. you started to hit his back. ¨put me the fuck down nate this isn´t funny!¨ you yelled at him. but he just seemed to ignore you as he walked into the upstairs bathroom.

he placed you on the sink and grabbed your jaw kissing you. you kissed back moaning softly into his mouth, ¨nate not h-¨ you tried to whisper. in between the kiss but nate just ignored you as he started to assault your neck, ¨why the fuck are you wearing this skirt? do you not see the way people are looking at MY girl¨ he muttered against your neck softly biting it.

¨i´m not your fucking girl nate maddie is and maddie will always be, the thing that happened between us was once, ONE FUCKING TIME¨ you said tearing up. this is what he wanted right? he didn´t fucking care about you, you were a replacement until he got back together with maddie.

¨don´t fucking say that y/n¨ he said grabbing your neck and choking you slightly as he pushed your back against the wall. you groaned ¨the truth nate? one day you hate my fucking guts and the other your madly in fucking love with me.¨ you muttered and it looked like he was about to open his mouth again but then you spoke.

¨ I can see it from the way you're looking at me, you don't even think i'm worth your time, you are so offended that I follow all the rules except for yours that. You don't care about the person that I might be but I am so much more than you can see i´ve had enough you hear me, ENOUGH I'M DONE¨ you said and pushed him off you walking out of the bathroom. you basically ran down the stairs and out of the house as you ignored Nate calling your name.

you had enough of this, honestly you had enough of life itself. you were sick and tired of it. but you couldn't just leave the people you love behind could you..? you sighed as you got home. Once again you were home alone but you didn't mind. you got changed into more comfortable clothes as you heard repeated. knocks on your front door you sighed knowing exactly who it was.

you made your way downstairs and opened your front door. ¨nate i really don-¨ you sighed crossing your arms as nate let himself in. ¨no your gonna sit down on the fucking couch and listen to me for once.” he muttered, closing the door and looking at you, you sighed and sat on the couch thinking to yourself ¨this must be good¨.

nate looked at you ¨don´t you fucking get it y/n, i´m fucking in love with you.. you´re all i think about sure i'll admit it.. in the beginning i was using you to get over maddie. but that changed that changed the minute you ended up in the fucking hospital because you decided to slit your goddamn wrist.¨ he yelled. you were surprised he even cared at all… you didn't think it affected anyone that much let alone him.

¨please just give me a chance¨ he spoke softly now sitting next to you, ¨i'm not saying it's gonna be perfect or anything but… i want you and only you¨ he said and caressed your cheek leaning in pressing his lips to yours. and you gave in, the kiss was rough but sweet at the same time. it's like he craved you just as bad as you craved him. ÿou crawled onto his lap and nodded your head ¨okay one chance don't fuck it up¨ you muttered against his lips pulling away slightly.

he smiled softly kissing you more gently this time and smiled. when he pulled away you yawned, hinting it was time for bed. He chuckled softly and got up kissing your head as he carried you to your room. He took his shoes off and his jeans, leaving him in boxers and his shirt.

he pulled you closer kissing your cheek, ¨goodnight y/n¨ he whispered and you smiled already half asleep ¨goodnight nate¨.

you said and soon you both drifted off to sleep you knew it wasnt gonna be a easy relationship but it was definitely gonna be worth it.

#nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs smut #nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs #jacob elordi #euphoria #Nate Jacob’s imagine #nate Jacob’s fanfic

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m0tel6mxzzy · 2 years

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here’s how euphoria s3 can still work:

ngl if euphoria has an s3 i just wanna see all the girls happy in therapy and developing healthy repaired relationships and nate suffering. they need some succession writers pulling cousin greg succession whump levels of pathetic. make that man a loser as kat knew. not bc he isn’t living up to his expectations but bc he feels no shame about the harm he’s caused others. also, more interaction w elliot and nate just awkwardly in college altho i hope elliot meets a nice guy like a jock similar to who derek was and despite their differences, they grow to find happiness. maybe someone straight lace like lexi but social anxiety-ridden like rue and struggles to communicate, but in times of stress blurts out the truth and elliot just laughs bc he knows and is deeply intuitive.

like so far even when i’m in college nate is not relatable, and in fact the moment u get here you’re surrounded by ppl who are sometimes more advanced than u and i wanna see him crushed under that while refusing to improve and it killing him in this graphic, gory manner with intense greek mythological creature horror effects while the girls are motivated in whatever their choose to do w their lives but also make efforts to repair their relationships to one another.

the aesthetics revert to this glittery s1 while cassie adopts a darker, more effy stonem look but simply “darker and messy” but not fully emo like kat was, while dressing how she truly wants to dress w/o influence of maddy, but also in more complex mixed layers and patterns. lots of dark blues, maroon reds, blacks, greys, and silvers. some vivienne westwood archive looks that sounds cute and lexi wore a miu miu dress lol and bc cassie is now embracing her body but for her own sake and not anyone elses w/o feeling like she has to compensate to just exist. for once, she lets herself exist and dress as she wants even if others make fun of her or find it over the top, but it’s her.

and i’m assuming cassie finds friends who don’t give a shit abt her past w the leaks and in fact affirm she was a victim in that situation by those who manipulated her. the context of this is connected to kat, and rue narrates the negatives of what lat went thru similarly and closes the gap w her by acknowledging her presence (which levinson sounds scared to do) now that barbie is no longer present in the show.

also jules and rue seem to have mended things but i hope they talk bc a lot was left unsaid when they didn’t speak. cassie also needs to apologize to maddy bc it’s clear a part of her regrets her actions (ex: flaunting maddy’s abuser in her face) altho cassie is now part of nate’s abusive cycle and some of it is out of her control and she feels lonely, and knew inside that maddy and her family held that support nate and his disaffected parents could never replace. she does need to find friends outside of maddy tho bc part of her feels like she can’t always admit the truth to her, and college is the perfect atmosphere for new friends who acknowledge but don’t hate the old you.

it’s clear cassie never liked nate and liked the idea of someone who disregarded her past (even if she doesn’t know he was in on the reason the entire school demeans her) and i’d also like rue and lexi being roommates. lexi might be a writer but consider something else more “practical” like a stem field, and rue is undecided but considers becoming a child psychologist. i see jules as an artist that often brings awareness to childhood psychiatric abuses in her art as she grows popular, and moves to ny w maddy eventually

maddy and jules remain friends, and maddy decides to leave in east highland but adapt to college there first, as all she needed was a transition from her traumas associated w high school, and majors in fashion design, marketing, and fashion sustainability while also acing math bc surprise suprise this girl remembers everything. cassie i’m not so sure of, i think she’d be an excellent public speaker (obviously lmao) but i’m not sure what career she’d map out

***also nate’s secret brother, tyler, and anna are addressed

#my thing w the show is that a lot of the characters are multi dimensional on the drawing board #but levinson often has this pretentious or repetitive execution that defeats the purpose of whatever societal issue he was trying #to commentate on #euphoria hbo #rue bennett #jules vaughn #cassie howard #maddy perez #elliot euphoria

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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I’m Haunted

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Summary: Your world was perfect for a shining moment. Then that moment ended. You and Draco are tested against the true evils of the world and unforgivable curses.

A/N: To all of you who thought that last chapter was cute and fluffy had me cackling because I knew this was coming and I would say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. This is heavy angst and oh my goodness it feels good to write angst again. And this isn’t the entirety of the angst I have planned for these two. Anyway, I love you all so so much! This is also live on AO3! Also if you want a song to listen with this please enjoy Haunted by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Since this chapter is angsty I do want to warn against those of you who might trigger with depression or have self esteem battles. There is also sexual harassment but though it is terrible, it’s not the main focus. There will be resolve though, I promise. You battle is not over. Always keep fighting.

“You’re creating a draft dear,” Narcissa spoke softly, not looking up from The Daily Prophet.

“He hasn’t responded to my letter. And I still hear word that he is with this... this Lupine, the daughter of Jezebel herself!” Lucius sneered. “This is why I didn’t want to send him to that school. The fool Dumbledore doesn’t know how to run it properly.” Venom dripped from his words.

“Dumbledore has nothing to do with your son’s affair,” Narcissa noted.

“He’s making a fool of the family name Narcissa!” Lucius roared. “After everything that I have done for that boy!”

“Then why are you sitting here scolding me and not scolding at him?” She looked up from the newspaper with a stern cold glare.

“I’m going to put an end to this. This girl will rue the day she ever decided to talk to my son,” Lucius stormed upstairs, planning for the trip ahead.

“Just another Christmas,” She sighed and picked up the letter from Draco that she had received earlier and tucked it away before her husband could see it.

Mother,

I am sorry. But I won’t stop. This is my life.

Happy Christmas

Draco

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A new song began once more, and Draco and I fell into step again. Hermione and I shared a passing smile as we passed another on the dance floor. The same shining look was shared in our eyes.

As the second, or maybe third, dance ended, Draco led us over to the table where Harry and Ron were sulking. Knowing better than to poke a sleeping bear, I sent Draco off to get drinks as I sat and rested, catching my breath.

“This is unbelievable. Hermione and Krum, you and Malfoy, is the entire world ending?” Ron muttered.

I laughed and patted his arm.

“It’s your own fault she’s not here with you.” I pointed out.

“What’s what supposed to mean?”

Ron didn’t have my attention though. Instead, my eyes met someone else’s. Blue, but older, crueler. My mood darkened as did my look as both Ron and Harry noticed.

“What is he doing here?” Harry asked standing.

“I’ll... I’ll be back,” I gritted out, standing.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ron asked as I kept walking, not bothering to answer him.

I held my head high and took a deep breath, sifting through the thoughts, insults and curses that flitted through my head. I kept a cool distance between us, but it wasn’t enough. I could feel the hatred radiate off of him and seep into my skin.

“Mr. Malfoy,” I clenched my fists. “I wasn’t aware that you were coming tonight,”

“Obviously, you foolish girl,” He snapped and it had the effect of a slap to the face. His voice was the same as being dragged under the ice of a frozen lake: cold and unforgiving.

“My apologies.” I hissed taking another deep breath through my teeth. “But I do believe that parents were not invited tonight as it is a chance for the students from different schools to get to know another,” A placid smile graced my wicked tone.

“Mind your tongue little girl, you speak of things you do not understand,” He had the same look on his face that Snape did when he berated me in class, but this malice had no intention of construction behind it.

“And how would you know what I understand?” I answered coolly.

“Your foolish mother hid you away from our world. You do not belong among us and you do not belong with my son.” His words burned like acid on my heart.

“You have no authority over me, nor do you have authority to tell me who I am or where I belong Mr. Malfoy.” I retorted, determined and stubborn.

I wouldn’t show him that he got under my skin. I wouldn’t.

“Good night,” Mocking a bow I turned against my better judgement and headed back towards my friends and the fervor of the party.

“And where is my son now Miss Lupine?” There was a wickedly malicious tone in his words as a familiar grin curled on Lucius’ face.

I kept walking, however, pushing the conversation far from my mind and tried to find Draco and pull him away from this place and from his father. He deserved to be happy for a night and not have to fret about his father.

Harry looked like he was about to plan murder and Hermione’s face was crestfallen, as if she were close to tears.

“What?” I asked, harsher than I meant to.

“You need to see this,” Hermione whispered softly, taking my hand and leading me out of the Great Hall and to a side hallway that lead to the classrooms.

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Draco went over to the table with refreshments and waited beside Krum to get drinks, exchanging pleasantries.

“Imperio,” Draco froze.

Set the drinks down and find Pansy Parkinson. His father’s voice was in his mind, but this time he couldn’t ignore it. He had to obey.

Draco did as he was told. He found Pansy, who was smiling wickedly at him.

“Finally come to your senses then?” She purred.

Say yes. The voice hissed

Draco nodded.

“This is going to be so much fun. I am going to break her,” Pansy took Draco’s hand and led him to a hallway.

You will do whatever Pansy wishes from you. You will not question. You will not disobey.

But what about her? Who was Pansy talking about? Draco asked the voice of his father.

YOU WILL NOT ASK QUESTIONS!! The voice roared.

Draco complied. Something nagged at him, however. A loose thread that he pulled at. Her. Who was she? Why did he care? Why did she make being with Pansy feel wrong? Who was she?

Pansy pulled him close and pressed him against a wall. Her lips were on his and he couldn’t let go that this was wrong. This isn’t who he should be kissing.

You will not defy me. Kiss Pansy back. The voice hissed.

Against his will, Draco’s hands cradled Pansy’s face as he kissed her back, not letting go that this was wrong.

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I stopped.

My entire world stopped.

My breathing stopped.

My heart stopped.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Hermione whispered as she rubbed my arm.

I shook her off, tears pricking my eyes and anger growing in my chest as my breathing quickened.

“This... this can’t... he wouldn’t.” I breathed out.

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Draco’s concentration broke as he heard her voice.

“He wouldn’t,” The voice said, sorrow coating them.

This was her. He knew it was her. The murkiness in his mind faded as he thought about knowing it was her. With the fading of muddiness came a burn that replaced it.

You will obey. His father hissed in his mind

You won’t hurt her! Draco roared back. Not... not her. Liquid fire coursed through his veins.

Lie to her. Tell her you don’t love her. Tell her she means nothing. Tell her she is worthless, and it was all a ploy. A trick. Nothing more than to watch her break into nothing before you.

Draco let go of Pansy and pushed her away, turning to her. A few short steps and she was a lot closer. Yet, she backed away, tears streaming down her face.

“I trusted you!” She screamed at him. “Was this all just a game!?”

Her words cut deep. They cut deeper than the ties that bound him to his father. This pain that her voice held, the pain that it caused him was stronger than anything he had ever felt.

Tell her it was a game. His father’s voice was fainter now.

No. Draco snarled, the defiance burning his insides.

“I loved you Draco! I let you in! For the first time in my life I let someone in! And you...” The agony of her words broke every chain, but the first three words freed him entirely.

I love you too, He thought softly.

“Y/n,” Draco whispered.

He watched as tears streamed down you face.

“Don’t,” You hissed. “Just... don’t even. Whatever this was... it’s over.”

Without a second going by you tore off the necklace that he had given you that morning and threw it at his feet before taking off down the hall, away from him. And he was frozen in his place, ringing in his ear, a headache piercing his mind but what brought him to his knees was the severing of something much more precious and breaking of something more sacred.

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Again, I ran away from a fight

And I ran.

And ran.

Until the lights were far gone and I was alone.

Thoughts and doubts and demons were swirling in my mind. The same ones I had spent years controlling. Ones that I had spent years overcoming. Becoming stronger than.

And now their bonds were broken, and they were free.

You’re nothing and you always have been. You really think that anyone wants you like this? I told you that you’d never be happy. I don’t know why you ever tried. Every time you love someone you get hurt. You’re not meant to be happy. There’s no point.

I screamed a plea as I fell into the snow, my fingers digging into my hair, dislodging it painfully from the bun it was in, not that I noticed.

“There is a point!” I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

On my knees I curled up small, hunching over, sobs wracking through my chest.

“I deserve to be happy!” I screeched. “I like me! I love me! I am something worth living for!”

Again, and again I tried in vain to fight back against the demons that yanked me to the depths of hell.

“I know who I am! No one can take it away from me!” I bawled.

But did Draco just take it from you? That was the thought that had me on my knees. You trusted him and he ripped you to pieces. I told you not to trust anyone.

Draco. Draco... Draco.

“Draco,” I whimpered. “Why? Why? Why!?” Another strangled cry left my throat.

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Draco miserably looked up, face to face with three furious Gryffindors and their wands.

“You absolute piece of shit!” Ron yelled. “How dare you!?”

“You don’t understand!” He leapt to his feet. “Merlin, I have to find her.” His thoughts began to race as he tried to think of where you would run to.

“Not a chance Malfoy,” Hermione sneered. “You’re not going near her!”

“And are you going to stop me?” He snarled, drawing his own wand.

Ron stepped in front of Hermione and Draco paused, taking a deep breath.

“Something... controlled me. It was in my head. I couldn’t fight it.” His eyes met Hermione’s. “I would never want to hurt her, not like this, not ever. Please Hermione,”

“And why should we listen to you?” Harry demanded. “You lie all the time. This could just be another Slytherin ploy.”

“Because I might have lost the one girl I ever loved and who ever loved me. Please,”

Draco’s wand slipped through his fingers and hit the ground with a deafening clatter as he rose his hands in surrender.

“Please, Harry, I love her,”

The three lowered their wands, in utter shock.

“Herm-own-ninny,”

Tension broke as everyone turned to face Krum.

“He’z telling ze truth. Zomeone ‘laced an Imperius Curse on ‘im. I waz ‘side him when it ‘appened, zough I wazn’t quite ‘ure wot did ‘appen, bu’ I am now.” Krum’s accent was laid on thick as he explained quickly.

“Go!” Hermione yelled at Draco, throwing him his wand and glaring down who he assumed was Pansy behind him. Not that he cared. He had to find you.

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“Y/n!” The voice was muddled in my mind. “Y/n, I know you’re out here! Please!”

“No,” I murmured. “Not him, not now,” I begged.

“Merlin, Y/n,” The sound of footsteps in the snow halted, but I could still feel him move closer.

“Go aw-way,” I breathed out, my fight gone.

“Y/n, where’s your wand?” His voice was hesitant and cautious.

“M-my r-r-room,” I answered miserable. “L-leave me al-l-lone,”

“Y/n... please,”

His voice was so near. As if he were kneeling next to me. If I opened my eyes and reached out, there wasn’t a doubt that I could touch him.

“You took everything” I whimpered. “I... I have nothing. Your father was right...”

“My father?” He asked.

“He was here tonight...”

“Blood hell!” Draco snapped. “It was him! How dare he!”

A frustrated roar left Draco’s lips and pierced what was left my soul as I curled up smaller. My finger curled into the dirt below me, the coolness of it was almost refreshing. Awareness dawned on me that I felt feverish. My hands splayed out in the dirt, grasping for the chill. Anything to take away the heat.

My mind began to think outside of numbness.

...dirt?

“Why didn’t you tell me he was here?” Draco demanded, but I paid him no mind. My eyes flashed open, looking down at dirt and grass, in the dead of winter.

“He cursed me! I never thought... the gall,” Draco hissed.

“Draco,” My breathing quickened as my anxiety heightened with my breath. “The ground Draco,”

He wasn’t listening, instead, he was ranting on about something that didn’t hold my attention at the moment.

“Draco!” I yelled.

Blue eyes snapped to mine, filled with craze and worry and anger.

“The ground,” I gaped. “What... what did you do?”

Part 13?

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makiruz · 3 years

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Since we’re on a RWBY roll, I’m gonna update on the RWBY/Stargate xover.

We’re back at the Not What You Expected inspiration; Team JNPR went missing right before the Vytal Festival, but unlike NWYE everything went to hell like in canon.

So Pyrrha missing changes things, like the whole Amber thing doesn’t happen, but it failed anyway so no big change there; the big change is that Penny doesn’t die, yay, so Cinder has to come up with another way to create chaos, doesn’t actually matter what.

Next, I was wondering what happens to the Stargate. Approximately a year after the Vytal Festival a routine discovery mission takes SGC to Team JNPR’s home planet (”it was there all along???!!”), the question is where do they come out? One idea is that the Stargate is it’s original location near Beacon, that is now destroyed, so it’s like “what the fuck?”; but I wanted to drop SG-1 and team JNPR right into the action, so I decided someone from Atlas found the Stargate and Ironwood took it to Atlas, and that’s who SG-1 meets, this is fine. And Team JNPR gets back home right in time to meet team RWBY!

Now with team JNPR missing you might be wondering what does Ruby does? Does she go on her mission alone? No of course not, the solution is OCs! So Ruby travels with OCs, only 2 because it’s meant to show how out of friends she is, she can’t even get a full replacement team.

Okay, who the OCs are? The first one is of course Background Ozpin! Sorry, he’s not Ozpin in disguise, he’s just a kid who looks like Ozpin; actually they’re distant relatives but nobody knows that because Ozpin is an orphan. Background Ozpin is called Woody Grey, his color is gray (duh) and his inspiration is Odin by way of Gandalf. Ozpin is partially based on Odin so it makes sense that a character derived from him has that inspiration too; now, since we know Grey likes to wear the girl’s uniform I declare that he wears dresses all the time, his outfit is like a dress version of Gandalf’s robes, with an excessive amount of belts and zippers, Kingdom Hearts-style (now you know where Oscar got the idea in this verse); similar to Ozpin, his weapon is a staff, except his is also a gun, his semblance is “Murder” and creates a murder of crows that he can control (a flock of crows is called a “murder”), during the Fall he looses an eye, ya know, like Odin; and his name “Woody” is derived from Odin’s English name Wotan or Woden.

The second OC is based on Amaterasu, her name is Hikaru Asahina (this is still liable to change, I’m looking for something associated with the sun and light), her colors are white and gold and she’s a wolf faunus because I used to play Okami (not sure if she has ears or a tail). Hikaru’s semblance is “Sunburst” that creates, well a burst of light; her weapon is a mirror shield (she can throw it and shit) and a sword, and she wear a gem as a necklace. Kinda matching Grey she’s pretty masc, I’m not sure the design exactly, but I like to imagine her wearing a nice white and gold suit, this is still in the air. Hikaru also has 2 younger brothers and her parents are hunters

They’re personalities are undefined, I’m not sure which deity is more nurturing, Amaterasu or Odin (this is important); but I think Woody is playful and kind of temperamental (again, he’s Gandalf), and Hikaru is more chill. What I know for sure is that they adopt Oscar immediately. Also they weren’t from the same team, don’t know what happened to their teams but these 2 chose to help Ruby instead of doing whatever their teams did

Okay, non-Atlas plot is that a version of canon happen but different because we have Grey and Hikaru instead of team JNPR; but I kinda wanna change V6Ch4 so Ozpin doesn’t go away, I’m still working on how.

A few more things:

They call themselves Team RWH, pronounced “Rue”, when the rest of team RWBY comes around Hikaru and Grey feel pushed to the side and Hikaru declares that herself, Grey and Oscar should become team “HOW” (”why are you the leader? Also it’s not a color”)

Early on we have Hikaru looking at Grey and be like “I’ve always wondered, are you related to professor Ozpin?” And he responds “Not that I know of, but I have a big family, so who knows?”.

In Mistral, Grey asks Ozpin if it’s possible that they’re related, Ozpin responds that it is, since he never knew his parents, Grey is like “Wow really?”

When they reach Atlas and get arrested, they are introduced as “Team RWBY and 2 hangers on” (whoever doesn’t even mentions Oscar!)

Like in Not What You Expected SGC and tean JNPR think that the Goa’uld is a bigger threat than the Grimm, that are basically animals, everyone on Atlas (team QRWBYGOH and Ironwood) are like “Well actually...”

#RWBY #fanfic #my writing #Stargate #xover

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to infinity (and beyond); jihoon x fem!reader dystopian au (there were more tropes/aus but the draft doesn’t get far enough to touch on any of them lol) wc. 1.3k

a/n: lmao would anyone believe me if i said this world/wip actually came about for sha’s lost for words challenge... like that was two years ago whoops. ngl tho i am pretty sad to let this wip go. it was a nice idea but i really struggle with dystopias. also ‘to infinity (and beyond)’ is probably one of my favorite titles out of all my fics. a/n 2: this is in the same world as ‘before you jump’

***

One of the wrong kind.

Except that you weren’t. The words described the red which was tattooed on your wrist. But the words cut through your flesh, and shred through your ribs straight to your heart. Your mind buzzed with a youthful kind of brilliance. And the red stuck on your wrist did nothing to represent that.

The Minister reminds the nation how life on earth was destroyed by greed, but life on Callademe was built to thrive.

They taught you in school that life must be separated. Into factions of color: white, blue, yellow, red, and brown.

Wish for the wealthy white walls. Or the brilliant blue beaches. You might be enough for the yearning yellow yards. Rue the roach-infested red roads. Curse the day you’re bound to the baffling brown barns.

“The Beyond Infinity Test,” your teacher told you one day after class had been dismissed, “will test your ability to think as if you had been raised inside those wealthy white walls.” And when you questioned how she knew what the test makers wanted to see, she rolled up her sleeve to show a fading white tattoo above the brighter, more recent red one. You assume she failed before they started tattooing over the color of your old faction with the color you tested into.

With humanity, there are an infinite amount of possibilities. We provide the upper classes with a service that will guarantee the best out of infinity.

Is what they announced the day the Better than Infinity Test better known as the soulmate exam was launched. At 21 years of age, the youth of the white and blue factions would be given the opportunity to test for what became known as their “soulmate.” You're left to assume it's only coincidence that their match always happens to reside in blue or white

Good luck

Your teacher told you the day of your 18th birthday a week before the nationwide test date. And with the way her eyes glazed over with something resembling jealousy, you decided ‘good luck’ would be the last words you wanted to hear from her.

To infinity and beyond.

The lady dressed in grey told you after she sat you down in a reclined chair and right before she stuck a needle into your vein.

You fell asleep with the last rays of sunlight flooding through the skylight of your testing room. When you wake up, the skylight is a dark blue adorned with a pale moon. You go home and sneak past your sleeping parents. Sleep doesn’t come that night instead replaced with the uneasy nerves brought by the looming initiation.

Your parents bring you to the embassy building in the red faction the next day once all scores have been finalized. Every year, initiation was held in the embassy building on the second of January. Every year, you watch with shaking hands as your elder classmates receive their colored envelope. Every year your heart sinks when your eyes stumble upon those cursed brown envelopes. Every year you feel a little green at the absence of white envelopes and the abundance of yellow and red.

Every year you watch as friends and family leave the faction you called home, but this year, holding a blue envelope close to your chest, you watch them stay.

***

Your economics professor had called to talk to you after class. You assumed he wished to discuss your latest thesis, so when he hands you an invitation to an elite dinner party in the white faction, you can’t help but gape at the white and blue cardstock invitation.

“You’re my best student,” he tells you, “it would be an honor for you to be my guest. I am determined to show you off to those white tattooed pricks.” You chuckle at his remark, keeping in mind the white rectangle painted onto his wrist. You decide there must be a reason a man from white works in blue.

You bring your eyes up from the invitation, “I’m honored to be considered, but it’s addressed in the white faction.”

He nods at your concern and opens a drawer in his oak desk pulling out a lanyard. “This is your pass into the white faction,” he says, “it only lasts a weekend, so use it well.” He tells you with a mischievous glint in the brown of his eyes. You think you could do plenty with a weekend inside the wealthy white walls.

“It’s this dinner party some colleagues of mine and I host every year around this time in the spring,” he says, leaning against the oak desk, “all of us are professors, most teach in white, some in blue like me, and one in particular teaches in yellow. His students always tend to be the most interesting.” He says with a degrading sense of humor dancing in his tone, you instinctively pull your sleeve a little farther down despite the red that once infested your wrist being completely covered by a beautiful royal blue. You smile and hum at his remark out of courtesy anyways. After all, you aren’t red anymore. After all, you pretend that you never were. He holds out the lanyard to you, “Please say you’ll come, my second option doesn’t compare to what you’ll bring to the dinner table.”

You nod accepting his invitation and take the lanyard into you hands. Later that day you go shopping, for clothes that’ll cover the blue on your wrist, and the red in your blood.

***

You spend your first night inside the luxurious white walls exploring. You end up in an art museum. A man next to you, both boring at the same piece of art. A mutual feeling of awe yet confusion evident in you.

“Fond of art?” Asks the boy next to you. You take note of his casual attire and the white on his wrist before responding.

You hum, “Not particularly,” you hadn’t planned on saying much else, but when you turn to face him his eyes are trained on you with a tinge of curiosity swimming in the depths of them. He stares as if he can see right through you. Not just through your sleeve which covers your blue tattoo but also past the layers of your skin to the bright, cursed red in your blood. You think this is what it must mean to be born and raised inside the white walls. You assume they can smell the foreigner off you. Your only fear is that they smell red instead of blue. You look away first, “I’m not one for abstract. It eludes me.”

He nods. “And then music?”

“What about it?” You fiddle with your ticket.

“How do you like your music?” He asks as if it’s coffee. You think for a moment. In the red faction, listening to music wasn’t very common. Of course you could find it here and there. But the general idea of music and rhythm seemed to escape the cramped red streets. But in the past year, you’ve immersed your mind with the music that seemed to be so popular within the blue and white factions. It seemed regular for many to grow up having played and learned a musical instrument. It seems safe to say that those of the white faction grew up to master most likely several instruments. And because of the judgmental nature of those in the upper factions that has become apparent to you within the past year, you allow yourself to feel a little foolish when the next words slip from the corners of your mouth.

“I like it all.”

This time he doesn’t nod. Or hum. Or ask anything new.

And so you move on to the next piece of art with the red inside you dripping off your fingertips and falling to the clean, white floors.

***

#unfinished wip #mine #wip.svt

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Down with the Miracle Queen

author’s note: A comment by Gryphinwyrm7 on my End of the Queen’s Reign inspired me to do this. Consider this a spiritual sequel to that story even if it’s not the same universe. I have only seen a bit of the episode online but I have read about it and working with what I have. Haven’t seen the first part of the finale yet (though read about it online of course) with episodes still yet to air, not because of some controversial content but because the show has the most bizarre air schedule I have ever seen for a show. I have seen episodes aired out of order before but usually they don’t do it for the season finale. In here Lukanette gets together and stays together. What does it say when I don't want a redemption for Chloe and Lila and yet I am a She Ra: Princesses of Power fan who does want one for Catra? Plus as a fan of Once Upon a Time I was rooting for Rumpel to get his redemption? But I didn't want one for Starlight Glimmer and still don't?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had just been declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous and her mentor Master Fu was now retired. Plus while Chloe as Miracle Queen had the Miraculous box (including her own one) taken from her, she would now have to retire her temporary Miraculous holder allies since Hawk Moth now knew who they were.

It was bittersweet and Chloe losing her idol worship of Ladybug didn’t really sting, she did truly hope that Chloe would learn how to better herself. Even despite having been bullied by her for years and everything else she had done but it seemed that for Chloe, she would always go back to doing only what was best for her own self interests.

She was about to bug out when she noticed a video camera on a stand and curiously she went to inspect it and saw it was still rolling. It was at a position where it would catch what just happened.

Then a man came up to her and told her “sorry Ladybug, I forgot about it. I was doing a blog video about Paris but then everything happened and I went to hide. I can delete the footage if you want.....”

Marinette then thought about an idea and wondered if she should pull through with it. It seemed a bit mean and a bit unfair but she realised and remembered it was thanks to Chloe, Hawk Moth had so many victims from her school.

It was thanks to Chloe she had to save her parents’ life from a train accident. Just now it was thanks to Chloe that Hawk Moth was so close to winning.

“Actually, do you think I can please have that footage and I will make sure you will be credited for it.” Marinette asked and the man was happy to comply with the request from one of Paris’ superheroes. He gave his name and Marinette thanked him for it after getting the footage.

She needed to take the video footage to Alya for her plan, just because she will now have to retire Rena Rouge doesn’t mean that Alya can’t help her.

Chloe was beyond furious upon getting home to the hotel and learning that her parents were now lovey dovey with eachother. After all she had done for Paris and Ladybug herself, she does this? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

She will make sure Ladybug rues the day and she will find a way to get her Miraculous back one way or another and then she will make sure that Queen Bee will go down as Paris’ best superhero.

After taking a few hours to vent by punching her Ladybug stuff, she decided to text Sabrina about how unfair everything was. However she had seen that Sabrina texted her already. She looked at it and was wide eyed:

Sorry Chloe but we can’t be friends, you becoming obsessed with Ladybug was one thing but this....

Chloe blinked and then furiously wondered how that brat got off texting her like this and for what reason? Whatever, she will come crawling back just like the last time she had done this and tried to replace her with Dupain-Cheng.

She went on the computer and saw that something posted a quarter of an hour ago on Cesaire’s Ladyblog was gaining traction. She sneered and knew it would be congratulating Ladybug and Chat Noir for what happened but clicked on it.

It was titled “Direct Message from Ladybug” and there was a video with her talking to the camera:

“Greetings ladies and gentleman of Paris, I am Ladybug and I am sorry to say that today Hawk Moth came the closest he had ever come to actually winning. I am sorry to say that the secret identities of my allies except for Chat Noir have been compromised. Hawk Moth knows who they are and I can’t risk their saftey but relying on them again, I trust them but I refuse to put the saftey of them and their loved ones in jeopardy. It is all thanks to a betrayal by one of our own. Chloe Bourgeois who you know as Queen Bee betrayed us and sided with Hawk Moth.”

The video then showed the footage of what happened but anything that could reveal the identities of the other Heroes were edited out along with a caption crediting who caught the footage. It clearly showed Queen Bee continuing to fight against Ladybug and Chat Noir even without the Akuma. The audio managed to be heard as well.

Chloe fumed thinking that Ladybug was truly dead to her at last.

“I am sorry that I feel I had no choice but to post this message but you must know this. Chloe Bourgeois sided with Hawk Moth due to the fact that I didn’t want to jeopardise her saftey or her loved ones by letting her to continue being Queen Bee. I can no longer trust her and I am afraid that my previous trust in her was misplaced. I am sorry about all this: Bug out!”

The video ended and Chloe went back on her tantrum, deciding she needed air she went to her balcony only to have her ears filled with furious shouting. She looked down and saw the hotel was swarmed with an angry mob.

The video imploded with views and shares, easily becoming the most viewed and popular anything on the Ladyblog in its history. It easily eclipsed any interview with Lila Rossi.

Chloe had to stay inside for the foreseeable future for her saftey, the mob caused several VIP customers to check out in no time. The Media were in frenzy with this but then came the interviews:

Several parents of students at Francois Dupont talked about how Chloe bullied just about everyone without consequences thanks to her father’s status as the Mayor. Several parents who were in that Parents day relayed the story of how the Mayor wanted to arrest her daughter’s most bullied victim for stealing based on no evidence and fired the police officer when he refused to do so.

The interviews of the students themselves told similar stories and the most popular one came from Aurore Beaureal:

“She had directly told me that once a villain was always a villain, yet at the time I was only akumatized once and she had been akumatized twice before. I guess she was right though.”

Her father had to tell her that the school was suspending her indefinitely while this was going on. Principal Damocles had most parents refusing to let their children attend school with not only a huge spoilt bully but a willing accomplice of Hawk Moth.

But then the interviews of the ones who were on the train she caused to be out of control come out and then things really picked up more than they did before if possible:

It turns out her father had to bribe them into staying quiet about it and not seek legal charges against her. Her father had told them it was a juvenile mistake that will not be repeated and they begrudgingly agreed for the moment, especially since Queen Bee was helping the Superheroes afterwards. They were now going forward with it saying they now regret not doing it before.

Plus the fact that a couple of those passengers were the parents of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who was Chloe’s most bullied victim.

Her father resigned from office, he knew his days were numbered and felt better to do it gracefully than be forced out.

Then came the authorities from the French Government who were seeking on trying Chloe on top of the yet to be filled cases against her.

It turned out they were watching Paris intensely and were waiting for a sign of anyone working for Hawk Moth of their own free will. The Government and City Council had issued a law saying someone couldn’t be prosecuted for actions not done of their own free will while being Akumatized. But if they had done so of their own free will and out of being Akumatized........

Chloe eavesdropped on conversations her parents had with their lawyers and knew how much of a hopeless case everything seemed for their end. There were talk that they didn’t know if they could get her out of having to attend a juvenile facility and going to an adult prison when she was of age.

She tried to call her two friends Sabrina and Adrien but Sabrina had blocked her number and Adrien didn’t respond except for one message:

Sorry Chloe. I will always treasure my friendship with you.

Even her oldest friend had turned against her it seemed.

She just sat waiting for Hawk Moth to use her feelings to Akumatize her, which never came. He was angry at how close he was to winning and while he could Akumatize her now, if she failed then she would be no use to her anymore.

With her in custody he can no longer rely on her making new victims for him to Akumatize anymore. She was no use to him anymore and so was discarded as an ally. The same thing he will do so without a second thought to Lila Rossi if he saw her no longer useful.

DDDD

Marinette still couldn’t help but feel sorry for Chloe throughout it all, but deep down knew that Chloe had brought this on herself.

Things were hectic to her and not just her new responsibilities as the Guardian of the Miraculous. She had stopped going after Adrien thinking he would be happy with Kagami and now started a relationship with Luka.

She was feeling guilty that it felt like he was a backup choice but told her not to worry about it, the directions of music changes at a whim he had told her.

She admitted that she was now happy with Luka and felt the good thing about having to retire with Viperion was that she realised it could have impacted their teamwork with him being her boyfriend.

Nadja Chamack told her parents that she was fighting pressure and requests from studios executives to try and get Marinette to be her guest on Face to Face. They thought it would bring in the ratings to interview Queen Bee’s most bullied target and knew Nadja was friends with her parents. She felt that Marinette didn’t need this attention and the Dupain-Chengs were grateful.

On the bright side along with having a boyfriend, she had gotten her website set up and there were no shortages of a demand of the Ladybug and Chat Noir dolls she was selling.

After school she had Sabrina nervously walked up to her and she greeted Sabrina, Sabrina didn’t say anything but she could tell that Sabrina had quit ties with Chloe. She was always looking down and silent when Chloe was brought up and made no effort to defend her.

“Marinette, after Chloe......... I realised I don’t really have any other close friends and our partnership plus everything that happened.......... I don’t know if you want to give being friends another shot?” Sabrina asked softly and Marinette smiled in response. She may regret giving Chloe her second chance but she was confident she will not do the same with Sabrina.

After seeing the answer Sabrina jumped with joy and told her “so I am guessing you don’t want your homework done but anything you want done instead? I could help you with your website or help make everything, since we’re friends now you don’t have to pay me! I hear you babysit so I could do it for you and I hear you are going out with Luka, I could spy on him to learn all his likes for you!”

Alya and Marinette’s other friends were fighting back laughs looking at them while Marinette was exasperated. She then started their new friendship by starting a long explanation of what friends actually do and don’t do for eachother.

#also on ao3 #also on fanfiction.net #also on ao3 and fanfiction #oneshot drabble #ml spoilers #ml salt fic #miracle Queen spoilers #miracle Queen salt #miracle queen #salt fic #chloe salt #marinette dupain cheng #luka x marinette #lukanette #sabrina raincomprix #lukanette stays together in this au #post miracle queen

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demigodsanswer · 4 years

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La Vie En Rose

The long-awaited ChrisXClarisse smut is here. This is much longer than I anticipated it being. It’s also all under a cut because there is nothing safe for work in this.

Summery: Chris was on strict orders not to mess up Clarisse's appearance until her mother's wedding was over. Before the wedding started, he was sure he could keep that promise. Once he saw her, though, he seemed to only be able to think about all the potential ways he could ruin her appearance. This leads them to a five-hour competition to see who could turn the other one on more.

They’re about 18-20 in this.

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Chris had been warned by Clarisse and her mother that he was not allowed to ruin Clarisse’s hair, makeup, or dress until the wedding and reception were officially over. He knew Clarisse hated her bridesmaids dress and the makeup, but she had been doing her best not to argue with her mom over it. If Clarisse could make it through the day without ruining her dress, hair, or makeup, Chris certainly could.

He assured them that he had self-control. It’s not like him and Clarisse were perpetually making out or fucking anyway.

His confidence in his own ability to keep his hands to himself, though, went out the Church’s stained-glass windows once he saw her. She was the only bridesmaid in the wedding, so she entered the church right before her mom, shoulder to shoulder with her stepdad’s brother.

Chris had seen her in the dress before, so he was prepared for the bright red color that looked so perfect on her, and the low neckline. He hadn’t seen her in full hair and makeup though. Hell, he had never even seen her in makeup before. She looked beautiful, for sure, but the eyeliner, mascara and lipstick were just begging to be smudged. His favorite part of sex with her was watching her become more and more debouched throughout it – her lips got a little swollen, her chest and cheeks get pink, her breathing turned into short pants and moans. Some out-of-place makeup, Chris assumed, would only add to that. He imagined her with smeared lipstick from hot and furious kisses, some running mascara from edging her to her orgasm and then willfully denying her.

The dress was another temptation. The hem wasn’t that short – it stopped at the tops of her knees – but just short enough for Chris to imagine a number of ways he could get her off under the skirt. His fingers under it; her on top; her bent over, with it pushed up her hips while he –

He forced himself to stop thinking about it. He was in a church, for god’s sake.

Church or not, though, he couldn’t wait to find a spare moment with her where he could break his “no ruining” promise.

Unfortunately, Clarisse was on very strict orders during the wedding to “keep everything from going to hell.” She spent most of the night helping the wedding planner, helping her mom and stepdad, and talking to guests.

Chris did his best to mingle, but a French wedding, with French groom, and mostly French guests meant that everyone was, well, speaking French.

She spent the cocktail hour taking photos while Chris ate horderves and sipped on a drink. She spent the hour before dinner was served saying “hi” to old relatives and family friends, while Chris spent most of the time saying: “I’m sorry, I don’t speak French.” Once they were in the reception hall, he mostly sat at table one by himself – he was the only one at the table who hadn’t been in the wedding.

Finally, when dinner was being served, Clarisse sat down next to him, already looking exhausted. He hadn’t been able to even talk to her all day.

“Hey stranger,” he said.

She smiled and held his hand under the table. “Sorry I’ve been ignoring you all night,”

Chris shrugged and smiled, “You’ve got important bridesmaid responsibilities. Besides I’ve been having a good time. Got some cocktails, got some mini quiches,” he rested his hand on her thigh, still an innocent gesture. “You look beautiful tonight,”

She smiled and blushed, “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” she warned.

Chris’s hand moved further up her thigh, far past the point of innocence. They both kept a straight face; Clarisse slightly adjusted the tablecloth to make sure no one would notice. “Don’t worry,” Chris said, pinching the soft skin of her inner thigh, before leaning in close to whisper, “I’m already thinking of all the ways to take this off of you,” he said, pulling his had away and replacing her skirt over her lap just in time for her mom and stepfather to sit down at the table with them.

To anyone else, Clarisse looked totally normal, but Chris could tell that his little stunt had turned her on. He wanted her to be at least fractionally as frustrated as he was. He had certainly succeeded for now.

“I think I’m going to grab a drink before the food comes,” she said, standing.

“I’ll go with you,” Chris offered, following her to the bar.

They got their drinks, but instead of walking back to the table, Clarisse pulled him to the side, just far enough from the bar that other guests wouldn’t hear them and said in a hushed voice. “You’re a piece of shit.”

Chris smiled, “Why?”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine, “Oh you know why. We’ve got, like, five hours until we can get out of here and –“

Chris leaned in close, cutting her off mid-sentence, “I can take you home and fuck you until the sun comes up?”

The makeup muted the blush on her face, but it did nothing to conceal the way her chest flushed. “That’d better be a promise, Rodriguez,”

He pulled her in close to him, holding her by the waist, and pressing their bodies close together. It was not nearly enough contact to offer either of them any release, but just enough to make them both desperate to skip the next five hours. “Always is, la Rue,”

She bit her lip with anticipation. Chris moved his face closer to hers. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

It was her turn to tease though. She smiled and pulled away from him, “No.”

He groaned, and she headed back to the table. Chris followed her desperately. He was in for a long few hours.

They went back and forth teasing each other at any opportunity.

When they sat back down, he ran his hands up and down her thigh again, rubbing his thumb in small circles she was sure to recognize; if his thumb was about four inches higher and a little to the right, she would be coming apart on his fingers.

When the food came and he needed both of his hands, he caught her running her fingers up and down the stem of her wine glass. Chris tried to convince himself it was just her fidgeting, which lasted until he made eye contact with her.

Once dinner was over, they were able to dance, providing some much needed (but also not enough) contact. The music was just loud enough that Chris could get away with leaning in closing and telling her all the ways he wanted to get her off that night.

The dirty talk was always where Chris won. He told her how he wanted to drop her on the end of the bed and eat her out until she had tears in her eyes; how he wanted to fuck her until her legs were weak; wanted to watch her ride him, taking whatever she wanted from him. “Anything you want, you can have,” he promised. “What do you want?” She looked at him for a moment, brown eyes wide, before finally kissing him. They had to work hard to keep it looking innocent.

Throughout their competition to turn the other on way past the point of propriety, there were family members and old friends who wanted to say “hi” or meet Chris. He had to smile and shake Clarisse’s uncle’s hand and pretend to be the respectable pre-law student they had all heard about, and pretend like he hadn’t just been whispering obscenities in his girlfriend’s ear.

If anyone at the wedding noticed that the couple was one semi-private moment away from tearing each other’s clothes off, no one let on.

Guests began shuffling out an hour before the reception officially ended, causing more interruptions as Clarisse said goodbye to her mother’s guests. But at the end of the last hour, they did an official goodbye for the bride and groom, where were heading away to Barcelona for a long-awaited honeymoon.

Clarisse hugged her mother and stepfather goodbye and Chris wished them a good time.

Edith Piaf’s La Vie En Rose was set to be the last song of the evening, and when the song began, Chris pulled her in close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder; he wrapped his arms around her waist, and they began to sway slowly to the music, enjoying a moment of quiet romance.

“You know, you might really be the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” he said.

She laughed and mumbled “Shut up,” into his shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he said, “literally all of tonight is proof that you drive me completely wild.”

Clarisse lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. “Oh yeah?” she asked, biting her lip.

He rested his forehead against hers, “Yeah. You are,” he kissed her, “and I feel so lucky that I’m the one who gets to take you home tonight.”

Clarisse smiled and hummed contently, “And what do you plan to do to me at home?”

Chris pulled her back in close, whispering his plans for the evening in her ear. Now that they were closer to when they’d actually be able to do any of these things, he didn’t hold back. He pressed his body closer to hers, so she could feel how hard he was getting at just the thought of being with her. Clarisse subtly rolled her hips into his, looking for some kind of relief.

As the song ended, Chris asked, “Can we go home now,”

Clarisse nodded, “I just need to grab some things out of the dressing room upstairs,”

Chris followed her out of the ballroom and up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, when they were out of sight of the guests, he grabbed her waist and pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. She kissed him back, tangling her hands in his hair, before starting work on his tie and shirt buttons. His hands roamed down to cup her ass, and he thought about having her just wrap her legs around him so they could do it right on the stairs. But their position was probably too precarious to pull that off, and they were still pretty out in the open.

His hand was about to slip under her skirt when she stopped him. “Fuck,” she breathed, “let’s go to the dressing room.”

He worried for a moment that they were still going to wait until they got back to the apartment. Those fears disappeared when Clarisse locked the door behind her and dragged him by his loosened tie over to the vanity. Her legs bumped against it, and she jumped up to sit on top. She opened her legs for Chris to move in between. He kissed her again as she took his tie off and undid the top buttons of his shirt.

Finally, he was able to let his hands make their way all the way up her thigh under her skirt, brushing the soft fabric of her panties, wet from the last few hours of teasing and talking. The gentle contact made her gasp lightly against his mouth, before she bit down on his bottom lip. Her hands started to undo his belt as he pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers grazing her wet folds until they found her clit. He rubbed gently, getting her to moan and roll her hips against his hand. She undid his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear. She wrapped a hand around his dick. He groaned, leaning into the crook of her neck, where he got to work kissing, sucking, and biting hard, sure to leave some marks for tomorrow. He kept at work on her clit for a few more moments, before her legs wrapped around him and pulled his hips in closer to her.

“Fuck, Chris just –“ She didn’t finish her sentence, she just rolled her hips again and moaned.

“Just what?” Chris asked, playing coy.

“You know what.”

“I want you to say it. What do you want?”

Clarisse pumped him harder, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Here?” Chris asked, both teasing and double-checking.

“Yes, right now,”

He removed his hand from her, and she almost whined at the loss of contact. He kissed her again, running his hands through her hair, pressing his dick up close to her. Her entrance was covered again by her panties, but that would change soon.

“I don’t have a condom,” he told her. She had been on birth control for years; he wasn’t so much worried about pregnancy so much as the mess they might make.

She just kissed him harder and tried to pull him in even closer. “I don’t care.”

Chris pulled away, ready to slip her panties off and take her on the vanity, when he paused to admire just how hot she looked.

He pushed her legs off of his hips and pulled her off the vanity, so that she was standing facing him. There was a flash of panic in Clarisse’s eyes, like she was worried that Chris was going to reject her or deny her.

He didn’t do either. He kissed her deeply, before turning her around so that they were both facing the vanity mirror.

“I don’t think you know just how hot you are,” Chris said, “just how wild you drive me.”

He took both of her hands, putting his palms over the backs of her hands, spreading them out on the vanity, before pressing gently on her back to bend her foreword. Chris put one thumb under her chin, raising her head so that she looked at herself in the mirror. “I want you to see how hot you are when I fuck you. See how lucky I am to have you.” His other hand ran up her thigh, under her skirt, and played with the waistband on her panties. “Do you want me to fuck you like this?” He asked.

“Yes,” Clarisse said. Chris kissed her neck one more time before using both hands to slide her panties down to her knees. He lifted her skirt and titled her a little farther forward before entering her in one swift motion, burying himself deep inside her.

He groaned at the sensation, and Clarisse gasped, dropping down to her forearms and elbows to hold herself up, letting her head drop as Chris rocked into her. After his first few thrusts, he propped her head up again, his hand under her chin.

“I want you to watch, remember?” He kept his hand there, holding her gaze in the mirror as he thrust into her harder. Clarisse’s mouth hung half open, her breath coming out in pants, her eyes were half open and filled with lust. Chris slipped one hand under the neckline of her dress, cupping her breast under the fabric. He pinched her nipple, and she shut her eyes at the sensation, letting out a breathy “fuck,” as they continued to shake the vanity. Chris kept up a steady pace, moaning every time Clarisse bit her lip or cursed when he hit a sensitive spot inside her.

“God, you’re incredible,” Chris said. She pushed her hips back into his, thrusting with him, making him fuck her faster and harder. “Do you want to cum?” he asked her. She nodded. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes,” she said, pushing her hips back into him again. Chris dropped the hand from her chin and moved it to her clit, leaving the other one to stimulate her breasts and run through her hair.

When he ran his fingers over her clit, her head dropped down as she moaned, grinding against his hand. Chris started to tell her how much he loved her, loved fucking her, how hot she was, and how crazy she made him. Compliments dripped from his mouth as she chased her orgasm.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her tipping point. One hand gripped the edge of the edge of the vanity as she let out a small cry. Chris’s hand moved from her breast to her hip to pull her in closer to him and to help her balance as she came.

Chris was going to gently coax her through her orgasm before picking his pace back up. But as she came, she looked up at herself, before making eye contact with Chris through the mirror. She panted and smiled, knowingly and purposefully driving him wild; before she could even fully come down off her orgasm, Chris started to thrust into her, harder this time. He moved his hand from her clit, holding onto both her hips to get a deep insider her as he could, desperate for his own release.

“Fuck,” Clarisse moaned, dropping even farther down on the vanity, resting her head on the vanity, burying her face in her forearms.

Chris’s breathing got more and more erratic, his thrusts harder; the mirror on the vanity was shaking with each move, and he and Clarisse were moaning and cursing almost in harmony. Clarisse started to move her hips again, this time coaxing him to cum.

“Shit,” Chris groaned, thrusting once more, burying himself deep as he came. Clarisse gasped with pleasure when she felt him cum inside her; he thrust gently a few more times riding out his orgasm. Finally, spent, he leaned over, resting his head on Clarisse’s shoulder and hugged her from behind. He slipped out of her, but kept her skirt pushed up around her hips to try and keep it clean.

He tilted her head towards him so that he could kiss her cheek, and Clarisse smiled.

“That was new,” she said.

“Did you like it?”

She almost laughed, “Yeah, I liked it,” she smiled and he kissed the top of her head. “We could have done that hours ago, though,” she said, looking at her appearance in the mirror, brushing a few strands of loose or tangled hair back into place. “I still look pretty put together.”

Chris took a step back and laughed; her skirt was still up (probably completely wrinkled), her panties were around her knees, and there were long lines of cum running down her legs. “Not so much from where I’m standing,”

She laughed. “Shut up,” she said, leaning over to grab some tissues off the vanity.

She wiped off her legs, tossing the tissue away, and pulled her panties back up. She turned around, finally, pressing her chest against Chris’s, kissing him gently. “I love you,” she said before resting her head on his shoulder. He held her close.

“I love you too,” he said. They would head home in a minute, probably to drink her mom’s fancy wine and have sex three or four more times, but they needed a moment first, to be close to each other like this.

“Alright,” Clarisse said, breaking the hug, “we should head back.”

She gathered whatever her mom had left behind – half a bottle of Champaign and some makeup mostly – while Chris called a cab.

They made their way down the stairs. Chris turned around to look at her again.

“What?” She asked, looking down to make sure she didn’t have clear evidence of what they’d just done on her skirt.

“Nothing,” he said, “I’m just kind of obsessed with you,”

She smiled and walked down the few steps that were between them. She grabbed his hand and pulled them towards the cab. “Come on you weirdo, I want to get out of this dress.”

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, he captured her lips one more time. “I’m just the man for the job,” he assured her.

“Well then let’s not waste any more time,” She said, leading him out of the building and towards their cab.

#clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #chrisse #i haven't written true to god smut in so long

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elesianne · 4 years

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A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter three of seven – Carnistir/Tuilindien

Chapter length: ~2,100 words; Story rating: Teenage audiences

Some keywords for the whole fic: romance, marriage, family, some fluff, some angst, implied sex, years of the trees

A/N: A quick refresher on Tuilindien's family for this chapter: her mother is an advisor to Ingwë; father Ingolmo a scholar; older sister Lirulinë had a baby a little over a year before this chapter; younger sister Cantiel is pre-tweenish in human years; youngest sister Wilwarindëa, a toddler.

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Chapter III // The joy of houseguests

Tuilindien tries not to get homesick for her old home. She writes to her family often, and gets to know Carnistir's family better, and has tea with Indis and her Vanyarin ladies twice a week, and is as sociable as she can be with new acquaintances that she hopes will become friends. It is often exhausting, and she still gets homesick.

Though she wants and tries to avoid self-pity, there are days when it is difficult to do any more than what she has committed to, days when she would rather stay at home and curl up in a blanket with Snowdrop purring in her lap and Cinder napping somewhere nearby, and Carnistir somewhere close enough that she can feel the warmth of his spirit touching hers.

It is colder in Tirion in the autumn than on Taniquetil or the plains of Valinor, where she and Carnistir again spent the latter half of summer on her grandparents' farm with her family. They enjoyed their time there immensely, but after the summer's end and the harvest festival, they returned home to Tirion and settled back into their own life.

It is the life I chose, Tuilindien tells herself day after day, and I do not regret it. And both of those of statements are true; should the truth of them not be enough to keep homesickness at bay?

Yet it is not, not though she loves Carnistir more every day that passes.

As the last remnants of summer are replaced by falling leaves on the streets of glittering white and a good harvest in their own orchard, Carnistir becomes worried about her.

'You spend too much time wandering in the garden or staring out the window into the rain when the weather is bad', he tells her one evening, his fierce black brows drawn to a tight frown aimed at her, a rare occurrence.

She slips into his lap on the living room settee. It is not yet dinner-time. 'I do not do those things all that much.'

His arms tighten protectively around her as she wiggles to find a good position. 'You do them too much.'

'I cannot help it. I wish I could. I tried to keep busy but I cannot do it all the time. I am not suited for that, and I prefer being at home with you to constantly seeking the company of people I hardly know anyway.'

'What can I do?' Carnistir asks.

'What more can you do, you mean. You already do so much.'

'I could –' he begins, but she interrupts him.

'I know that you refused supervising the building of the new distillery west of the city only because it would make your days longer to ride there and back every day. You were very interested in it, I know, I could tell. And you have still not finished all your planned little projects here at the house, either. I know that it vexes you that there are unfinished rooms here, yet you have chosen to spend more time with me instead. I do not want you to give up more.'

The set of his shoulders is bullish – that is the only way to describe it. It amuses Tuilindien. She smooths her thumbs over his frowning eyebrows.

'And I do not regret coming here to be yours, though I miss my old home and my family and friends', she says. 'I shall bear the missing, though it may take some more aimless wandering in the orchard and other such moments of wallowing in self-pitying waking memories.'

'But you will tell me if there is –' he begins, stubborn as a bull, too.

'I will', Tuilindien promises. These days all the promises he asks her to make are easy ones.

And she thinks that that will be the end of him worrying about her for that evening at least, but she should have known that he is too stubborn for that, too. When they are settled in their places before the dressing-table mirror hours later, his hands in her hair, taking apart her braids, he says, 'You should ask your family to visit.'

'I have thought about it.' She bends her head when a gentle pressure from Carnistir's palm at her neck indicates that she should, but keeps talking. 'Lirulinë won't come for some time because her baby is so young. She came to our wedding but it was an arduous journey for her with a baby so small and she would prefer not to make it again for a year or two, and I do not want to ask it of her. My mother won't come because she wants to stay close to Lirulinë, and because Wilwarindëa is still so young too. My father might come but won't enjoy it. He rarely enjoys things that are not very familiar and routine to him.'

'Hmm. What about Cantiel?'

Tuilindien meets his eyes in the mirror, thoughtful. 'She is rather young to leave home for longer periods of time.'

'But she is older than she was a year ago.' Carnistir adds, 'What I mean is, you have taken care of her for shorter periods of time before, haven't you? You two are very close. And she is a cheery and curious sort of child, you always say so. She might enjoy staying with us for a time. She could join your group of students.'

'And you like her, don't you?' Tuilindien smiles.

'She is a sweet girl. Much like her next oldest sister.'

He earns a brighter smile at that. 'She likes you, too', Tuilindien says. 'And she is indeed a cheery sort of girl, braver than me, so I think she would dare stay with us without my parents. Someone would have to bring her here, of course.'

'Perhaps for your well-being's sake your father could be bothered to leave his books and his comfortable chair in the garden for the ride back and forth, if he does not have to stay.'

'I appreciate your restraint in the amount of sarcasm you said that with', Tuilindien chuckles.

'I don't understand him as a person at all, but he has always treated me kindly so I cannot dislike him much despite my bewilderment.'

'He is a rather strange person', Tuilindien has to agree. 'And he dislikes leaving home but indeed, perhaps he might leave for long enough to bring Cantiel.'

'Write to him', Carnistir says, kissing the top of her head. 'The mere thought of Cantiel coming made you brighten and glow.'

'I will write to my mother since she is the one that makes things happen in my family', Tuilindien says.

Carnistir snorts and grins in answer to her grin.

Later, in bed, when they are relaxed and tired and quiet and twined around each other, Tuilindien whispers thanks to Carnistir for encouraging her to invite someone from her family to stay. 'I am too good at seeing only the obstacles', she says. 'You are good at running right through them, like a bull.'

'A bull?' She cannot see his brows but she knows they must be raised, by the tone of his voice. 'That is uncomplimentary enough to sound like something I might say.'

'It was meant as a compliment', she says, and burrows deeper under the covers and in his arms. 'You exhausted me with pleasure, Carnistir, I am barely capable of coherent speech and certainly not of well-formed compliments.'

'Then rest.' His voice is a pleased growl.

Tuilindien does. She walks on the slopes of Taniquetil with her sisters all night, Cantiel's small hand in hers, Lirulinë ahead of them keeping an eye for ripe berries.

After her father and sister arrive, Tuilindien and Carnistir's slow, peaceful mornings become less so.

Already before they come to Tirion, Tuilindien engages a drawing-master for Cantiel so that she can have lessons for the full duration of her stay. Nerdanel, who knows the artistic circles of Tirion, recommended a good one.

'I think that even in a relatively short time, she can learn much here that she couldn't at home', she says to Carnistir who doesn't seem to mind that one of their drawing rooms will be taken over by Cantiel's pursuit of art. He even gets her most of the supplies she'll need in advance, filling the room with artistic paraphernalia.

'Undoubtedly.' Carnistir's chest practically puffs up in Noldorin pride.

Tuilindien hides her smile.

The only unfortunate thing about Cantiel's lessons is how early they are. Tuilindien has to slip out of bed much earlier than she would like to, too early to savour their sleepy connection stirring back to life, or the warmth of Carnistir's body entwined with hers. She has to leave him there, grumbling and gathering the covers around himself as she leaves to have a hurried breakfast with Cantiel and take her to the lesson.

At least the lessons last all morning. Unless Tuilindien has lessons of her own to teach, she can slip back into bed with Carnistir when she gets back home, muttering a good morning to her father if she runs into him on her way back to the bedroom.

To everyone's surprise, Ingolmo expressed a desire to stay for a while, and he was of course welcome to do so, and Tuilindien very happy to keep him longer than she'd expected. Ingolmo is content to spend the days on his own, visiting libraries and scholars or just wandering around the house and appearing for dinner every day without failure. He is a very easy houseguest.

Except one morning, one of those when Tuilindien has slipped back to bed after taking Cantiel to her lesson, and pressed her winter-morning cold toes to her grumbling husband's calf, and greeted him with a wordless burst of affection, and laid her head on his bicep and closed her eyes.

There is a cheery voice from their bedroom door. 'Tuilindien!' And then, a few seconds later when Carnistir has already flown into panic, 'I'm going to the library.'

It's her father, who has never before felt the need to announce that he is leaving but now he has, even though Tuilindien is still in her bedroom. She rues her father's inconsistence and his forgetting that he should keep away from behind married daughters' doors.

She sighs and sits up, sending a wave of calm to Carnistir.

He has slept naked as always. As soon as he heard Ingolmo's voice he dove out of bed and began scrabbling for yesterday's clothes, covering himself in a sheet while he does so, resulting in a complicated, graceless hopping of a dance.

Tuilindien is dressed only in her shift. She sends another wave of calm to Carnistir and goes to the door but doesn't open it.

'That's very nice, father', she calls through the door. 'See you later.'

'Yes, I'll see you at dinner!'

And she comes back to bed. Carnistir, still beet-red, tosses away his clothes and lies down and she burrows to his side and closes her eyes and says to him, 'Let's wake slowly.'

He kisses the top of her head, and they both close their eyes. But within a minute it becomes clear that they cannot find any kind of rest anymore. Their hearts are beating too hard, their limbs no longer languorous, their minds wandering to the tasks of the day.

Carnistir groans. 'Right now, I regret telling you to invite your family.'

'I can understand that.' Tuilindien throws aside the covers, sits up and stretches. 'We have grown very accustomed and attached to our own habits and the rhythm of our life, it turns out.'

'Mm', says Carnistir, turning his flushed cheek to the pillow. 'I like our routines. And I never dealt well with deviation from routine.'

'My poor darling.' She looks at him lying there, naked and uncovered on the white sheets, the pale golden light of morning showing his freckles and his muscles and his long legs to a particular advantage.

She runs her hand down his cheek and his neck and his chest and to his waist. He opens his eyes and looks up at her through long, dark lashes.

'Is there something you want, Tuilindien?' And there is that soft-mischievous smile, too rare, that she loves, making an appearance at the corners of his lips.

'We cannot sleep, that is clear. But are you too irritated to…?' and she takes his hand and lifts it to her breast.

Something flashes in his eyes, and he doesn't bother giving a verbal answer, simply pressing her to the mattress at once and kissing her.

Not a bad morning, Tuilindien thinks as she kisses him back with equal enthusiasm, and winds her arms around his neck and into his thick black hair.

A/N: In the next chapter, there is a storm in Carnistir and Tuilindien's house. I'll update on Sunday.

#silmarillion fanfiction #tolkien fanfiction #caranthir #caranthir's wife #tuilindien #your spirit calling out to mine #this life that we've created #my fics #elesianne's fics

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theveryworstthing · 5 years

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members of one of the most famous lunk bands, The Dead Canaries. Needoll Crystalmole, Carvah and Karvah Wolfsilt, and Batty. info about them and the fate of other bands under the cut!

Members:

First, the most infamous member. Needoll Crystalmole is a lunk fashion designer who until recently served as the primary ballgown architect for Mander Drop dignitaries Dirtraven and Boulderboar. She's flashy, she's fabulous, you want to be her but also kind of want to fight her, she's Needoll Crystalmole and she is The Best At Sew.

Born in the last generation raised in the royal prison camp, Needoll's given Rolist name was Joshurock which is just the worst. She took on the moniker Needoll when she started secretly apprenticing to become a seamstress and just kinda kept using it as her real name forever.

She's regarded as one of the best seamstresses to come out of Mander Drop and boasts (loudly, often, and with great relish) that she can make anything to fit anybody better than anyone. Years of challenging this claim seems to have proven her right, much to her detractors' salty salty displeasure.

No one knows much about her war time past outside of stints constructing disguises for Woodland spies and being a singer/whatever instrument needs to be played kind of decently member in the band The Dead Canaries, but post war she became notorious for accepting jobs from rich Luxterran humans. In her eyes they were just going to hire someone shittier to bite her style anyway if she refused, and after all she'd been through she felt they owed her the walking around money. This all made her very wealthy, which paired with her brash and flamboyant nature, kept her constantly in the spotlight (perfect. that's just where she wanted to be).

If there's one thing she's bad at it's relationships. All that travel and partying left her the very absent mother of at least three children, one of which was Cashmere's seed-mother. This was news to Cashmere, who thought her grandseed was just some random jerk who ran out on her grandsoil. But it wasn't a random jerk. It was a famous jerk. And the only reason she found out is that Needoll needed someone to take her place as ballgown architect and she didn't trust anyone but her own blood.

Needless to say the reunion was heartwarming.

Needoll is currently out of commission after a stroke and a couple of heart attacks took her down. She is still alive, perhaps with the help of dark magics, but she's not working.

Carvah Wolfsilt (formerly Brentchip Wolfsilt). One of the most prolific creators of things that work surprisingly well as instruments, Carvah got her name from her excellent and speedy sculpting abilities. during the war many bands came to her after using their instruments as improvisational weaponry begging for quick replacements or repairs before a big show and she always delivered. When she wasn't doing that she was helping built and repair Woodland weaponry.

She also founded and played with her own band, The Dead Canaries. She liked making instruments more than playing shows but it was good field testing for her inventions so she stuck with it. She eventually quit however because her little sister was in the band and if she would have stayed any longer they would have either killed each other or ruined everything. So in true big sis manner, it seemed better to hand the toy over than to let it get destroyed in a tantrum.

Post war she joined a goblin friend's art studio where they experimented with getting certain sounds out of the weirdest things they could think of or the weirdest sounds out of the most mundane things they could think of. They were successful too, and even though her friend is gone, she's still doing shows with their studio. Her favorite objects that they made together was the harp that sounded like angry seagulls fighting over a corn chip and the sad guitar sandwich.

Her beard Does That because it's too heavy to properly spike and she only wears yellow eye shadow and red-orange lipstick. Most of her favorite pieces of clothing have bats on them.

Karvah Wolfsilt (formerly Rockchunk Wolfsilt) is the shorter gal and is Carvah's little sister. She's cool to most people but she's a nightmare mode little sis. She purposefully took her sister's chosen name, switched out one letter, and claimed it for herself. People started getting so confused that Carvah told everyone to just call her Cee Cee after a while. Karvah does this with everything. If her sister has something cool or unique she'll copy it, change it a little, and basically take it over or throw a tantrum until Carvah gives it up. She sees no problem with this, believing that she's taking her sister's okay base ideas with clearly terrible execution and making them flawless with her vision. Carvah obviously doesn't agree.

Fun Facts about Karvah: She actually is an amazing singer, she's short even for a dwarf, and she always has lipstick in her beard. During the war she was a war bard because she was honestly lost on what else to do and Batty was doing it so *shrug*. She's still the lead singer of The Dead Canaries today and she hasn't seen her sister in years.

Batty (formerly a name that no one remembers because she’s had her nickname since she was a kid and she hated her original name anyway) was the albino gal next to Karvah, and served as her bestie/sometimes girlfriend (it was complicated). She was the drummer for The Dead Canaries and specialized in...creative drumming. It seems you can get a surprising range of sound out of certain stalactites. She was also great at figuring out how to get any instrument or person to maximum loudness in any acoustic setting, which was surprising considering that she was a very quiet woman when she wasn't banging on something.

Fun Facts about Batty: her name was chosen for her after she was caught idly hanging in her harness and drumming on the side of a mine shaft with her feet (she was also yelled at for that because holy crap). she really overdid it with the false eyelashes but she didn't care because being albino meant her vision was crappy anyway and she got around fine. Also she was seemingly unkillable during her time as a chaos loving war bard but died in a freak napping accident literally days before the war ended.

Other Bands: These are the bands that didn’t break up after a week in fights over ‘creative differences’ and survived to perform in the post-war world. There were so many more than this. Almost everyone was in at least two bands at any given time and a lot of bands split up and reformed under different names so they’re a little tough to track. Some of these band names have been passed down to worthy successors or used for other things instead of being retired because dwarves love a well named thing and hate to waste good names. Some of the fights that happen over free spots in the more famous bands can get brutal so the bands that don’t encourage their new members to battle royale with stage equipment (which is few, music battles are fun) scout for new members in secret.

Still Playing With At Least 1 Original Member: The Dead Canaries- One of the most famous lunk bands. Most members are still alive but only one remains in the band. (mine) Shaft- Banned from several venues for ‘doing that on stage’ but a fan favorite. What is ‘that?’ no one really wants to say in public. You’ll know it when you see it. Earth Perms- Chill grandmas who mostly play festivals around their home cave system. Princess Echos- They fucking hate each other but they’re still going mostly out of spite. The Rich Veins- Chill grandmas who put out albums every once in a blue moon but live that hermit life and don’t tour. Everyone is always pleasantly surprised that they’re still alive. Dirty Diamond And The Pickax Pearls- Dirty has been in prison for years for killing that wizard but the rest of the band still tours. 6 Miles Under- All members alive and active despite their wild history. Rumors that the front woman is a necromancer have been denied by the group.

All Original Members Dead But The Successors Are Still Goin’: Gold lush- Still good. Frack Lung- Still good. Freshly Baked Mud Pies- Actually better than before but you’re not supposed to say it. Those Damn Mole Rats- Still good and only getting weirder with time like their founders intended. Rock Salt- Absolute garbo and extremely unrepentant about it. They’re like legacy garbage, terrible musicians/songwriters only. Charmingly bad. Cut Shaving And The Iron Deposits- Still good but way darker sound. The Jewel Tones- Still good but they make kid’s music now. Fools Gold- Also legacy garbage but not charmingly bad. People love to hate them. Dyna-mite And The Cave Ins- Still good even though their…energetic stage shows get them banned from a lot of places. Rue Be- Still good Light At The End Of The Bar Tab- Still good but the new members kind of bumbled into their positions and it’s more of a comedy lunk band now. Facet- Still good and still making people Feel Things Too Much. Optical Inclusions- Still good and still churning out those surreal dream-scape show experiences. Stalag Might- Still good and still VERY angry. Tunnel Vision- Still good

Retired: Regicide Brides- Executed for attempted regicide. Name is retired until another band rises who sounds half as good and is half as badass. Blood and Bat Guano- All died with a terrible secret. Band manager retired the name for unknown reasons. Gilded Willy And The Deep Dark Holes Are Going To Kill The King- Gilded willy and most of the Deep Dark Holes died trying to kill the king and the last Hole is now a dignitary because she succeeded. The Badger Babes- MIA. Name retired out of respect. Fistfight Afterglow- MIA. Name retired out of respect.

#fashion dwarves #small guide #dwarf #dwarves #lunk

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missolitude · 5 years

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Ship meme~ rare pare time another ship you love but you've not been asked yet. But a rarer one

I thought about this for quite a while and then decided I wanted to write something for Dorothy and Blanche from The Golden Girls. The pairing is not canon and probably quite rare but not uncommon amongst rare pair shippers like me. There is also some wonderful fanfiction about them on AO3 that I absolutely recommend, those written by Faraona in particular.

Who said “I love you” first

Dorothy does. She tried everything she could think of to get Blanche’s attention, to get her to realize how she felt about her. Some things were subtle, like compliments or thoughtful gifts, mostly she tried to impress her with her intellect. Dorothy also wore a beautiful gown once that accentuated her hips - she usually preferred wider clothes. It was to no avail. Blanche’s attention was fixated on men, and she did anything to get them to like her, to find her desirable, even those that treated her badly. And it hurt, not only to see Blanche so unappreciated, but also to have her efforts go unnoticed by her. There she was, with her big heart so full of love and desire and nobody wanted it.

Dorothy was scared at first that by making her feelings known she’d destroy their friendship, but she had suffered in silence for so long it had become unbearable to keep quiet any longer. It so happened shortly before Valentine’s Day that Blanche got dumped by her then boyfriend. Blanche was shattered, or so she loudly proclaimed, but Dorothy knew it was mostly hurt pride. For the first time in years Blanche didn’t have anyone she could call up to feel less lonely on a day where it was traditional to celebrate relationships.

It was then that Dorothy took her courage in both hands, and Blanche aside, and told her exactly how she saw her. She told her that in Dorothy’s eyes, she was the most stunning woman she had ever known, a beautiful soul whose friendship and companionship she values more than anything else in the world. That she deserves better, that anyone who doesn’t treat her like a precious diamond was an idiotic simpleton, an absolute fool. And when Blanche beams at her with her bright blue eyes, Dorothy nervously blurts it out, feeling like a silly school girl, but at least the cat was out of the bag. Blanche doesn’t react but Dorothy didn’t expect her to. In fact she expected Blanche to turn away in horror or leave and never speak with her again but she doesn’t, she just says she needs time to think.

Who initiated the first kiss

Dorothy does. Dorothy’s unexpected love declaration made things awkward for several days. They avoided each other and only spoke the bare necessities with each other. Then they pretended that it never happened and everything resumed normally. But Dorothy’s confession had the positive side effect that Blanche now became painfully aware of Dorothy’s little gestures and words, now that she knew the real reason behind them. And something changed. Blanche enjoyed Dorothy’s attention, it exhilarated her how she felt her eyes linger on her when she wore one of her best and tightest dresses, it made her heart beat faster and her cheeks turn a rosy pink.

Blanche starts to consciously seek Dorothy out, sits that little bit closer to her everytime they watch TV on the couch, even flirts with her just like she usually would with men. She doesn’t really know what sort of reaction she wants to get out of Dorothy but she desperately craves one. One beautiful starry night when they are alone together and share a drink in the garden Blanche looks at Dorothy expectantly and smiles at her. Blanche’s blouse was unbuttoned so that you could see a touch of her ample cleavage and she sat in a way that accentuated her bosom and her waist and suddenly Dorothy realizes, this was an invitation. Of course Blanche would never make the first step, she usually went out with men.

Dorothy then starts to get self-conscious, Blanche has gone out with and kissed countless men, what if she disappoints her, what if she screws it up? But she wants this more than anything else in the world, so she gently cups Blanche’s cheek and kisses her softly. She then pulls back, not even daring to breathe, terribly anxious that this wasn’t what Blanche wanted after all, what if she misread the signals, what if she overstepped, what if… but Blanche goes in for another kiss, deeper this time, and Dorothy’s worries get swept away by the restless butterflies in her stomach.

They kiss each other every day after that, and much more than that, for many years to come.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Dorothy - if she ever learned to use a smartphone it would be full of pictures of Blanche. She doesn’t care if she’s biased, she thinks Blanche is the most gorgeous woman she has ever laid eyes on in her entire life and neither old age nor scars from a hip replacement nor a bit of extra weight on her thighs and belly will ever change her mind. She will never tire of telling Blanche as much whenever she gets insecure, and she won’t stop worshiping the ground she walks on, or rolls on in her wheelchair many, many years later.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Dorothy is very romantic and often leaves Blanche notes next to the bed or gives her flowers “just because”, she never needs a special occasion to show her girlfriend (and later, wife) just how much she means to her.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

They both get each other gifts, they aren’t always cheesy however. Despite being a romantic, Dorothy is far too practical minded to spend money on things that aren’t really needed. However she knows how Blanche likes to be courted and how she appreciates art and beautiful things, so she often takes her to art galleries or takes her out to dinner in expensive restaurants. Anything to make Blanche feel as special as she is to her.

Blanche, in turn, surprises Dorothy with all of the books she always wanted to read. Blanche also starts to read more because she wants to discuss all of Dorothy’s favorite books with her, and she loves it when Dorothy reads to her - sometimes it’s excerpts from books she is currently into, other times love poems.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

They both do. Dorothy also often treats Blanche to breakfast in bed. Blanche expresses her gratitude by eating Dorothy out first thing in the morning.

Who starts tickle fights

Blanche. She loves to make Dorothy laugh, who in her mind can be a bit too serious at times. Blanche has a wide range of tricks to lighten Dorothy’s mood. Sometimes she tells jokes or animated stories, sometimes she just lifts her skirt up when nobody else is looking and Dorothy always blushes like a teenager.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Blanche usually invites Dorothy, although perhaps not always with words. She gives her that special look or sometimes a wink, while unbuttoning the first few buttons of her blouse, and Dorothy’s eyes darken with desire, fully knowing they won’t just be showering that day.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Dorothy often surprises Blanche at the art gallery, with a snack or flowers, and Blanche then gives her a little tour and shows her all of her favorite paintings of the current exposition.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Dorothy is. She was usually nervous at first dates, she hated them because of all the bad experiences she’s made previously, but this was different. This was one of her best friends, the person she loved more than anything in the world, and she didn’t want to mess it up or disappoint her. She wants to be the perfect gentleman and tries too hard, stumbles over her words, and Blanche immediately notices. She then gives Dorothy a reassuring smile and takes her hand in hers, before kissing her palm, and Dorothy calms down. The rest of their dinner is spent in laughter and animated conversation, in fact it is the best first date Dorothy ever had in her life.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Dorothy takes them out. She doesn’t mind the spiders, it’s mice that she’s not overly fond of.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

They rarely overindulge with alcohol, they both prefer cheesecake. And they proclaim their love for each other at least once or twice per day, sometimes more often than that, it’s just that kind of relationship.

my rating of the ship from 1-10:

10. Could easily have been canon if you ask me, in my opinion Bea and Rue had incredible chemistry. I’ve always shipped Dorothy and Blanche, even as a kid, and I still think they would work well together!

#the golden girls #dorothy x blanche #dorothy zbornak #blanche devereaux #missolitude replies #room-on-broom

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liquidstar · 5 years

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can we see the swaps :o

i actually got a few asks about this :D im gonna post pics of them (in the same tiny style i used for their normal refs) and go into detail about how the characters change under the cut!

before i do, for anyone that doesnt know, this is something i did both for fun and as character development exercise where i took pairs of ocs and swapped their situations and magic and all that stuff with each other. anyway here goes!

First up is Amary, I think In Rue’s place she’d have more of a pastel punk vibe, but still wear a lot of black to sort of compliment the shadow magic. That’s the real downside to this swap, a lot of the colors don’t match up with the persons magic lol.

As for Rue she doesn’t lose her gothic edge but it’s more lolita fashion based, with a lot of gold to compliment the light magic. Unlike how she normally is she wouldn’t be very confrontational at all, but she wouldn’t be as obsequious to rules as Amary normally is.

Aloe in Sorrel’s place would probably have 10x the social anxiety he already has, but other than that he wouldn’t be TOO different. He’s just Aloe with all the optimism gone, which is… Sad. But his determination is still 100% there, it’s just that now he’s moreso driven by a desire to prove himself out of spite rather than admiration.

Sorrel on the other hand kind of loses his angst, replacing his skateboard for roller skates and using mobility to make up for the fact that he’s a passive wizard. He’s a lot more… Preppy, taking after a different sibling’s haircut.

Normally Carnation is a smart and classy scholarly type, but when swapped with Pine I think her intense curiosity to learn would be what drives her to be a tech wizard, unlike Pine who wants to create. I think she’d be very into reverse engineering things and she’d probably be kind of like Entrapta from She-Ra 2018.

Pine was always pretty prideful of his creations, but when he becomes the “perfect smart kid” like Carnation normally is, that aspect of himself would take center stage. He would be really arrogant and cocky, rather than grumpy.

Fennel is usually a really happy-go-lucky type of idiot, but if he’s forced into a position where he has to behave proper and dignified on count of being an heir he’d probably just… Lose his goofy side. That being said though, he’s still an idiot, it just takes people more by surprise when he opens his mouth. His arc would just be about accepting silliness if anything.

On the flip side though, Geran wouldn’t have to act regal anymore, so he’s free to be as goofy as he wants. He takes up a much more “class clown” type of personality, but the part of himself that hides away his emotions isn’t gone, it’s just that now he only does it to negative ones.

Unlike his sister, Musk was NOT built for empathy magic, he’s not emotionally intelligent at all. And he’s also got far less control of his powers, meaning he has to feel everyone’s emotions all day whether he wants to or not. Crybaby would be an understatement, but can you blame him?

And in contrast, Gallica wasn’t built for logic and reasoning, she’s normally creative and empathetic. She doesn’t lose those aspects of herself when swapped with her brother, but because of her mismatched magic she ends up with a serious case of impostor syndrome, but she hides it.

Protea becomes a lot less shy in Daisy’s place, and I was going for a bit of a gardener look with her overall dress because I think she’d still hang on to her desire to make things (Even if not potions). She’s still use sign language when she can’t talk but on top of that I think she’d use rocks to signal things to people by making them into shapes.

Daisy is still a furry lmao. But seriously, in Protea’s place daisy would probably adapt a more… Scene look. And she’d probably act a lot more saccharine, but unlike Protea she’d be a lot less meticulous when it comes to potion making. There’s nothing wrong with just eyeballing it.

Maggie when swapped with Tam would be… Sort of a cheerleader? I mean, what else do you get when you combine a jock and a ballerina? Normally Tam is overconfident, but Maggie in her place would sort of use that overconfidence to hide any insecurities she may have.

Tam in Maggie’s place would be a lot more mellow, they’d be a sort of a hippy type, but they’d still retain that aforementioned overconfident personality. The only character I can think of that would work as a comparison is Phoebe from Friends. Not that I’m a fan of the show but… That’s what they’d be like.

Holly has always been hung up on how people perceive her, normally it’s because she wants to be in the limelight, but when swapped with Hyacinth I think she’d just be… Super hung up on embarrassment, she’d be afraid to put herself out there because she doesn’t want to be embarrassed.

Meanwhile Hyacinth retains their whole “I wanna be a great amazing hero like the one in my books” shtick, but they lose their social anxiety and become… Sort of cocky, like they gain a huge hero complex and act like a (future) grand adventurer.

Aster when swapped with Reed would have become a wizard to pursue a new purpose and want for saving people (especially kids) but she ends up using it as a form of escapism and blatant disregard for her own well-being. She gets better and becomes a teacher, of course, but that doesn’t completely solve the issue.

On the other hand Reed is a lot more cleaned up, he just looks like a GoodBoy, but this is all totally an illusion, he’s still a mess he just doesn’t let it show. I think he’d still retain his want for time travel, but instead of looking at it through a straight-forward way, since he has space magic, he’d think of it in the terms of “bending space”

Since this is a swap AU that INCLUDES Iris and Crocus. Making Crocus the new good guy and school principal. Their core personalities stay in tact but the benevolence and malevolence is swapped, Crocus always wanted fun. Instead of fun through chaos it would be more like, fun through freedom. His interest in humanity would be less so about a question of mortality and life (Like Iris’ normally is), but one of independence and spirit that humans have.

And of course, on the flip side, Iris. Swapped iris would hate humans because they cause disorder, and Crocus would like them because their individuality is fun. So in that sense the monsters that Iris makes would probably be very different from Crocus’, a lot more calculated with the intent being just to harm and set things straight based on how she wants it to be, a complete and literal God complex (Because she is one)

And that’s all the ones I’ve done! If you wanna know about any others feel free to shoot me an ask but I probably won’t draw any more unless you specify that you wanna see them too! That goes for other characters in THIS swap or these characters swapped with different ones, really this is a super fun way to stretch your creativity when it comes to character development.

#anonymous #answered #finn's ocs #and as always im of course open to any type of input anyone has

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jules-and-rue-and-lexi-too · 5 years

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Stormy Nights | Euphoria

ship: Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn

description: This isn’t the first time Jules and Rue have shared a bed. But as the wind rages and lightning cracks outside, one’s particularly glad to have the other. Fluff set somewhere between episodes two and three.

Just a quick fluff piece I threw together for my new favourite ship! Also on AO3.

Compared to Jules, Rue was a rock. They were alike in many ways, but when it came to the energy they carried themselves with, the two were like yin and yang. When Jules told a funny story her whole body got into it, her unrelenting laughter would constantly be cutting herself off, and her eyes would be darting all over the place as she relived the story just as much as Rue was. And in turn Rue would just sit there in her baggy clothes, nodding and just smiling the smile that she always wore when she was looking at Jules. That didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying it though.

In the early days of their friendship there had been a time when Jules worried about that; she’d been enthusiastically telling Rue a story Kat had told her when she’d suddenly stopped mid sentence. Her face fell, she’d glanced away, and then she’d asked in a voice that chilled Rue. “Sorry. Guess it wasn’t that funny.” Now THAT had gotten some energy out of Rue as she practically leapt over the lunch table to assure Jules that she was paying attention, and soon enough the storyteller was right back on track. They were long past little misunderstandings like that now, falling into their own comfortable groove that they both understood completely.

The point is, between them, Jules was the energetic one. She was the one who was loud and squealy. She was the one who, in one of those animes Rue had begun to sit through with her, would absolutely be the one shrieking and flailing about at the mere presence of the thunderstorm.

Evidently, that was not the case.

“FUCK!” Rue went from peacefully sleeping to practically launching herself into the ceiling as a clap of thunder crashed outside, the fear of what was outside only being compounded as another bolt sent a flash of bright light through the bedroom window just behind where the two of them slept. She turned around on the spot, hand thrusting up into the inky blackness to try and feel for the pull-down curtain at the top, but yet another thunderclap sent her reeling back into the safety and comfort of her blanket.

There was just enough light in the room from alarm clocks and phone notifications to tell that rain was pelting against the window, and even if there wasn’t the sound of it was practically deafening. Rue’s entire body shook like a leaf, the memory of every terrifying night like this coming back to her like a flood. It had been a constant since she was little; she hated thunderstorms. She’d like to think her hatred was brave and wrathful, like she wanted to do battle with Thor himself, but in reality the hatred was born out of a storm’s ability to reduce her to a whimpering wreck. It wasn’t exactly the personality quirk she was most proud of.

“Uhhh… Rue?” Jules was awake now. She’d actually been awake since Rue had first leapt into the air and unwittingly slapped her arm over Jules’ face, something she’d done in such a panic that she hadn’t even noticed it. Jules sure had though, it had just taken her a moment to fully come to her senses.

“Hi.” Rue said, trying her hardest not to make her voice waiver. It’s just a storm, she told herself, even though that kind of thinking had never managed to calm her before.

“What time is it?” Jules pulled herself out from under the covers a bit, propping herself up on her elbows as something else caught her attention. She twisted herself around to look at the window, hearing the same torrential downpour that Rue did… But having nowhere near the same reaction. “Oh, wow… It’s bucketing out there.” Rue had to stifle the urge to feel a little jealous. That’s how she should be reacting, and yet…

Jules leaned over towards the bedside table on her side, picking up her phone and clicking it off standby. Finally some light filled the room that lasted more than a moment, the brightness of her Madoka Magica lock screen lighting up her face. Not that Rue could actually see her face. She wished she could. Jules’ smile always made things better.

“2 AM…” Jules sleepily concluded, shutting off her phone and putting it back down but remaining propped up on her elbows. “What’s up?” Rue and Jules may have shared quite a lot with each other since they had started becoming close, but in her rattled state the dark haired girl couldn’t think of anything she’d like to do less than admit she was still scared of thunderstorms.

“Uh… Nothing.” She insisted, maybe a little too confidently. “Just woke up. Randomly. Come on, let’s just go back to slEEEP!” The room flashed and the walls rumbled as lightning struck outside her window once again, and Rue wasn’t able to contain the shriek of horror that escaped out of her. Fear was quickly replaced with shame, however, as even though pitch darkness she knew Jules was looking at her. She knew what was going on.

“Was it… The storm?” Jules looked out the window again before turning back to her bedmate, sliding down under the covers with her. “Are you scared of thunderstorms? You never told me that!” Her voice didn’t sound mocking or condescending even the slightest, Jules obviously just happy to be learning more about her friend, but still Rue felt embarrassed.

“No! It’s just…” Rue was finding it harder and harder to deny. Partly because she knew Jules knew, and partly just because she didn’t want to lie to her. “It’s just been a thing for me since I was a kid, alright? I know it’s stupid but it just gets to me. I don’t even have, like, traumatic childhood storm experiences. Just been like that. Long as I can remember, anyway. Every night that there’s a storm, I just get real freaked out.” Jules was silent for a moment after Rue spoke, the two of them just staring at each other in the dark. It was something they spent a lot of time doing lately, and Rue usually loved it, but right now she really wanted her to say something, to giggle at her or to empathize or something.

“I get it.” Jules said. It wasn’t a lot, but still Rue felt an abnormal amount of relief hearing it. “Not all fears have to be rational! Just know it’s not gonna hurt you.”

Rue chuckled. “I know that! It just… Fuck, I don’t know.” She sighed, and once again, the two of them were silent. However whereas Rue was just weary Jules was deep in thought, and soon enough she was reaching out and pushing Rue’s shoulder.

“Come on. Roll over.”

“Huh?”

“Roll over!”

“Why?”

“Do iiiiiiit.” Jules just kept pushing Rue a little bit harder each time, finally coaxing her into giving up and rolling onto her back. “No, further.” Jules just kept insisting, and with a slight groan Rue rolled onto her side facing away from Jules.

“You wanna explain to me what we’re…” Rue’s quest for knowledge was immediately shut up by the feeling of Jules pressing her front against her friend’s back and wrapping her arms over her. She felt her snuggle her face into the back of her neck, the girl letting out a content sigh that let hot breath wash over Rue’s back. After her brain had finished recovering from turning to mush, she realized what she was doing. They were spooning. Something they’d done a bit of before, sure… But she’d always been the big spoon. This was new and strange feeling territory. “Jules…?”

“Just relax, okay?” Jules told her, her long, lithe leg lifting up a little and brushing against her bedmate. “You didn’t have me all those times you were freaked out. Having someone else really helps, trust me.” The arm that lay over Rue’s body lifted up, reaching to gently stroke the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”

Rue wanted to remind her again that she didn’t actually think the storm was out to get her, and that what they were doing was also cheesy as fuck… Yet something stopped her. A feeling inside her that she couldn’t quite pin down, yet made her want to curl into a ball and snuggle up with Jules as much as she could. Which was exactly what she did, tucking her feet against her bum and resting her hands underneath her chin, right above her heart. All the while she could feel Jules warmth wrap around her like another blanket. It made her feel… Safe.

The room lit up again. A deep, low rumbling followed. Rue didn’t so much as shiver.

#euphoria #jules vaughn #rue bennett #zendaya #hunter schafer #fluff

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queandrue · 5 years

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How Hard Can One Baby Be?

A/N: I can’t be stopped and need distractions from the stress of finals week XD Enjoy more DnD babes~ ~Rue

Word Count: 4438

“I usually put him down for a nap around two. He has this little stuffed griffon Mama and Papa gave him that he loves to curl up next to. Sometimes he simply won’t go to sleep without it. I left some bottles for him, sometimes he gets finicky, but you just have to be patient and- This isn’t too much for you is it?”

Sildar glanced up at Talnah. Her hands were fidgeting with her blue robe, the same robe they had all gotten her for Candlesnight. It seemed like so long ago now, and Talnah seemed different in a way.

Perhaps it was just a side effect of having her first child.

“Dear friend, you have no need to worry,” he assured placing a hand on her shoulder. Talnah stopped her fidgeting and looked up at Sildar. He saw doubt and fear flash through her eyes. Perhaps she was having second thoughts. He couldn’t let that happen. After all, new mothers needed a break eventually, and it was clear that having a fussy baby was taking its toll on the tiefling. “He’s one baby and there are six of us. I think we can handle him. You need to go out and relax. You’ve earned it. After these next two days, you’ll have us babysitting all the time, and maybe I’ll even get to introduce him to Mathilda.”

Talnah’s shoulders slumped a bit and her tail fell to the floor. Sildar could see the bags that had started to form under her eyes. It had been quite a while since he’d seen the tiefling this worn. “What if he starts to miss me?” she asked, “I don’t think I’ve ever left him for this long before… I don’t know Sildar, maybe I’m making a mistake. Maybe Cascius is still too little yet.” As if on cue, tiny noises started up from the bassinet in the room. Talnah smiled at Sildar before motioning him to follow her. She pulled aside the deep blue curtains to reveal her squirming child and a stuffed griffon with button eyes. Sildar thought it was odd how little the young child looked like a tiefling. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the tail and Talnah’s unmistakable eyes, he would have sworn the child didn’t possess an ounce of infernal blood at all. But, perhaps that would change once his horns grew in…. If he grew horns.

“Good morning my Starshine,” Talnah cooed, plucking Cascius from his bed. The child squirmed a bit before he found a comfortable spot to cling onto Talnah. “Can you say hello to Uncle Sildar?” she asked softly.

Sildar reached out to put a hand atop Cascius’ head. Gods that hair was so soft and curly, “You’re going to have a fun time taming this when he gets older.” He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the giggles escape from Talnah’s mouth.

“Well, thankfully I don’t have to worry about that for quite some-”

“Come on Tal! Hurry up! Just give Cascius to Sildar!”

Robin’s voice came through the second story window clear as day. Just like that worry replaced Talnah’s smile once more.

“I can walk you to the door so you can hold him for a little while longer,” Sildar offered. He couldn’t help but wonder what she must be feeling. She hadn’t ever spent that much time away from Cascius, but they all seemed to agree that it was time for her to have a break, at least for tonight.

As they walked down the staircase Talnah peppered the baby in kisses. Would she be able to stay away for a night? Would Ea and Robin be able to keep her away for a night?

“You promise, you’ll have Jacar get a hold of me if anything goes wrong?” she asked, “It really won’t be any bother… I’ll probably call tonight just so I can say goodnight to him.” Talnah seemed like she wanted to say more until Ea put a hand on her shoulder.

Talnah had waited almost three months until she said anything about the pregnancy and she had waited just a little longer to tell Ea. Sildar didn’t blame her. Despite the other tiefling being another close friend, there had been no telling on how she’d react. Even now, she didn’t exactly seem to hold a fondness for the child.

Ea squeezed Talnah’s shoulder lightly, “Give him to Sildar Talnah. He’ll be safe.” Sildar watched as Talnah’s eyes flickered from Ea to Cascius, to himself. Would she change her mind at the last minute? Cascius was her baby, her first baby, and he knew that Talnah could be quite stubborn at times when she did or didn’t want to do something.

After what seemed like an eternity, Talnah relented. She placed one last kiss on her child’s head before handing him over. “Please take good care of him… I would very much like to come home to my baby.”

Sildar nodded as he took Cascius from Talnah’s arms. It felt a bit more awkward than he had imagined. Talnah made holding the child seem so easy, but he felt clumsy and a bit unsure. “Don’t worry Tal. You go and have fun. Have a night to yourself, dance, drink, have a night of uninterrupted sleep. Let us worry about little Cascius. You take care of yourself. After all, we’ve survived worse than him. How bad can one baby be?”

********

This was how bad one baby could be….

Sildar swore the words “How bad can one baby be?” would be written on his tombstone. Sure, the first few minutes after Talnah’s departure, everything had seemed alright, but that was only the calm before the storm. It was after the first hour had passed that things started to become bad. It started out as whimpering. Only whimpering. Sildar was positive he could handle just whimpering. Then the whimpers burst into full-blown cries. Slowly, the others entered the room, all crowding around the crying child.

“Did you check his diaper?” Claire asked.

“Twice. There’s nothing. I tried his griffon and even giving him his bottle. Nothing!” Sildar handed the child off to Phryn before flipping through Talnah’s notes for what felt like the millionth time. Had she said something that he’d forgotten to write down? He couldn’t call Talnah. He had assured her that they’d have the situation completely under control. Calling her now would only make her stress. There had to be something they could do. Anything!

Korv bumbled towards Phryn with a wide grin on his face, “Babies like funny faces right? Baby can’t laugh and cry at the same time.” He leaned in close to Cascius’ face and opened his maw, “Hello small Cassy!” For a moment, the crying stopped. The group all let out a sigh of relief. Finally, they had quiet….

Then the crying started again, only this time it seemed ten times louder than it was before. Korv stumbled back in shock, right into Claire. He looked at her the same way a kicked puppy would. He didn’t quite understand what had gone wrong. “Nice attempt big guy, but uh…. Small babies aren’t usually super fond of sharp teeth,” she explained. The half-orc patted Korv’s shoulder in an attempt to show some form of comfort.

“Is it just me? Or does the crying seem louder than before?” Phryn asked, doing what she could to save her ears.

K’Thriss stepped passed his sister and towards Sildar, “Thaumaturgy. Real great in little tieflings. Especially when they can’t control it. Which means, you should call Talnah before it gets any worse.”

Sildar’s eyes widened. What was K’Thriss saying? Did he even know what he was saying? Sildar squared his shoulders and met the drow’s eyes. “We can’t. This is supposed to be her time to relax and keep her mind off the baby. We can handle it.”

“Oh really? Well, that seems like a wonderful idea considering how well you’re handling it right now,” K’Thriss spat, causing Sildar to jump back in mild offence but he couldn’t think of any way to refute what the drow had said. “Look, maybe Talnah forgot something. Just call her and ask her how to turn her kid off.”

As painful as the situation was, Sildar wasn't about to worry Talnah. He had told her he could handle this, that they could handle this. Even if K’Thriss was right, he wasn’t about to admit it. “If you don’t want to deal with it, then fine. You can go off and lock yourself alone with your paints and canvases.”

“Believe me Hallwinter, I’d be more than happy to be with myself and my paintings, but it’s hard for anyone to focus on anything when that kid is summoning everything that is unholy,” K’Thriss hissed. It didn’t seem that K’Thriss would back down anytime soon, and Sildar didn’t plan on backing down either. But he knew he had to come up with something. There was only so much crying one man could take.

Then it clicked.

"K'Thriss, how much paint do you have?"

*******

A laughing baby was so much better than a crying baby. There wasn’t much to do to come to that conclusion. Sildar watched as the young Vellaam happily splattered his painted hands over a canvas. Claire sat close by, guiding Cascius back to the canvas whenever he started to drift towards the floor.

“See K’Thriss? Talnah doesn’t need to worry herself. We just need to be a little more… inventive,” Sildar said, all too smugly, looking towards the drow. K’Thriss, on the other hand, didn’t look happy at all with the situation. His eyes narrowed a bit at the human and his lips pursed.

“You owe me Hallwinter,” he huffed, “He’s mixing my paints. Those weren’t cheap.”

Sildar waved him off and continued to smile at the drow, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you go on with ruined paints. On the bright side, he’s not ‘summoning everything that is unholy’ anymore. That is how you worded it, right?” He had to stop himself from laughing when K’Thriss’ face contorted before a frustrated sigh left his lips. Sildar moved closure and bumped his shoulder, “Maybe this means you may have a mini underling on your hands…. And I will get you more paint… And a canvas.”

Sildar wasn’t sure, but he swore he saw the tiniest of smiles on the drow’s face out of the corner of his eye. If it had been there it quickly disappeared. “Do you plan on explaining to Talnah why Cascius is blue? Because as far as I know, neither she nor his father was, and neither of them are chameleons.”

“Of course not! There is this thing called baths. We’ll just wash him off and let Talnah see what he worked on when she comes home.”

“Easier said than done Hallwinter,” K’Thriss chuckled. Sildar rolled his eyes. It was only a bath. Magic or not, a bath couldn’t be that hard.

Or so he thought.

********

Jacar was plucking his lute when he felt his earring warm up. The tune was old and familiar. It brought about happy memories and held an air of sadness… Claire sat in the corner of the room, listening to him pluck out the old tune. At first, Jacar didn’t register the warming of his ear until he played a few minutes of the song. Slowly his hand reached up to touch his ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh Jacar!” Talnah’s voice rung out clear as day, “How is everything going? Is Cascius being a little angel for you all?” Jacar could only imagine how much Talnah had been thinking about Cascius. Had Robin and Ea even been able to keep her mind off the baby?

Jacar figured he could leave out the part about Cascius crying for most of the day… “He’s fine Talnah, he’s as good as a baby can be. I’m surprised you were able to keep yourself from calling this long, it’s almost sunset. How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I just-”

“Talnah!”

Ea’s voice was recognizable in the background as well as pounding on what he could only assume was a door.

“Talnah give me back my earring! Cas is fine! You can see him tomorrow! Now give me back my earring!”

“Yeah Tal, it’s girl’s night! You’re supposed to be having fun!” Robin’s voice wasn’t nearly as loud as Ea’s and seemed to be more of a mediator in this situation.

Well… It seemed that there would only be one way to cure Ea’s rage. Letting out a sigh, Jacar decided to start what would undoubtedly be a long conversation with Talnah in an attempt to make her give Ea the earring back. The minstrel had just opened his mouth when-

“Where the fuck is the baby?”

The words were loud and panicked and Jacar felt his face go white.

“What was that ?” Talnah asked. Jacar could hear the rising panic in her voice. He had to think of something. Something. Anything. Don’t panic Jacar. Don’t-

“We’re making fudge with the baby!” Jacar didn’t need to look at Claire to see how she felt about his response, the audible smack to her face was telling enough.

“Oh… Well… Make sure he doesn’t get too close to the stove. And keep him away from the knives! They’re both rather dangerous and-”

“Yup. All good Tal. You enjoy your night. Goodnight! Give the earring back to Ea. We’ve got everything under control!” Jacar swore he’d never hung up faster in all his life. Hopefully, Ea and Robin could still keep Talnah away…. And hopefully his voice didn’t betray his panic.

“Nice going Jacar,” Claire sighed, “Now we’re going to have to find a baby and make fudge.”

********

Sildar paced back and forth. Both he and Korv were soaked to the bone and he had no idea where Cascius had gone. Sure he’d heard that magic could be unpredictable in babies, but he certainly didn’t expect Talnah’s baby to go missing in the middle of a bath!

“He can’t be that far,” Phryn offered, “I mean, he’s still young, his magic isn’t that strong yet. He has to be in the house somewhere.” She had a point, but even then Sildar was still nervous. What if Cascius was on the roof? Or what if he fell down the stairs? There were so many things that could go wrong and each new scenario caused Sildar’s panic to rise.

K’Thriss stepped in front of Sildar and forced him to meet his gaze. “Now will you call Talnah and ask her for help? She’s been dealing with this kid since day one. She knows how to handle him better than any of us. If you don’t want this to end in disaster-”

“Stop,” Sildar snapped, “Just stop. No, we are not calling her. If we do she’ll never let anyone else handle him again and that’s not good for her. She needs this and we don’t need her thrown into a panic. Plus Jacar already told her that we’re making fudge. So how bad will that look on us that we not only lost the baby but also lied to her face.” Sildar wasn’t backing down on this. He was a member of the Griffon Calvary dammit! He dealt with worse in the past, he handles griffons almost daily. He should be able to take care of a baby! “We need to find him and find him fast. It’s getting dark already. If we split up we can find him faster." With every word, Sildar felt his heart sink a little lower. He had promised Talnah that he could care for her child. What if he had been wrong?

********

Sildar sat with his head in his hands. So far they’d hadn’t had any luck. Where had he gone?

“Don’t worry Sildar, I’m sure he’s all right. We would have heard something right?” Phryn asked. She had always had a comforting air about her, but even then Sildar still felt that sick feeling deep within the pit of his stomach.

He didn’t even look up at Phryn, he couldn’t bring himself to meet anyone’s gaze at this point. How could he? “I promised Talnah we could look after him,” he said softly, “What type of cavalryman am I if I can’t look after a child?” Talnah trusted him with the thing she valued most and he had let her down. You couldn’t replace a child.

Phryn shook her head, “Don’t think like that. We will find him. He isn’t half-way across the world he’s-” As her words trailed off Sildar thought that she was finally starting to come to the same conclusion he had. He thought that maybe she’d accepted that the worst had happened. He opened his mouth to say something, but Phryn quickly shushed him. His face contorted in confusion for a moment, then he heard it. The small noises were almost inaudible. Sildar swore he had never run faster in all of his life. He ran all the way stopping only to make sure he was still running towards the noise. It led him to a small room with washing equipment and an upturned basket. Breath held, he walked closer to the basket and grabbed it’s sides. Underneath a freshly dried pile washed laundry was the young tiefling holding a stuffed griffon close.

Cascius looked up towards Sildar with wide, wet eyes. It looked like he was about to start crying and Sildar had never been happier to see the face of a sad child. “Oh where have you been little Cas? Have you been here the whole time?” he could help the laughter pouring out of his mouth. He hadn’t lost his friend’s child. Cascius was safe if not a little hungry, “Oh just look at you, you wonderful little terror! Where did you get your toy from?”

Phryn entered into the room not too long after. She smiled from Sildar to Cascius before noticing the toy. “Now how did he get that?” she asked, drawing Sildar’s attention towards her, “I noticed it was a little dirty, so I decided to wash it off. A clean and happy toy for a clean and happy baby.” How ironic it was that such a kind intention had lead to such terror. Sildar turned back towards Cascius. Those big eyes reminded him so much of the child’s mother, they were so easy to read and ready to take in so much.

The next whimper that left Cascius drew him back to the present. “Perhaps it’s time to feed him and put him to bed yeah?”

********

Surprisingly, feeding Cascius had been the easiest task. Once they got him to put the toy down, he latched onto the bottle without fuss. In the meantime, Korv and the other got to work on the fudge that Jacar had used as a cover-up. The only one keeping Sildar company was K’Thriss.

“He’s not that bad when he’s not screaming,” K’Thriss said quietly, “I guess you could call him kind of cute.”

Sildar nodded in absent-minded agreement. He turned to look at K’Thriss, “I guess he is, isn’t he? He must be like this for Talnah most of the time if she never wants to leave him alone.”

“Either that or it’s just because he’s hers.”

“Could be, but I suppose none of us were really any better at this age.”

Cascius pushed the bottle away the best he could with his tiny hands. He looked up at Sildar before a tiny hand reached up to tug at one of his braids. “Maybe you should get your hair cut before that kid gets a few months older,” K’Thriss suggested, “You know, before he gets bigger and it really starts to hurt.”

Sildar shook his head and started raising Cascius closer to his face in an attempt to get him to let go. “Nah, he’ll be fine. Babies like to grab onto fingers and ha-”

Sildar didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Cascius rammed his head into Sildar’s. It didn’t hurt as much as it startled him. He quickly pulled Cascius back and stared at him as the infant started laughing. K’Thriss joined in, snickering quietly from his spot on the dining table, “Count yourself lucky he doesn’t have horns. The babies are like goats. There were enough of them in Shadowfell to figure that out.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Sildar murmured, placing Cascius’ bottle down, “You ever been hit by one.”

“Nah, never been fond of babies,” he shrugged, “Too much work, too much crying.”

“But of course Uncle K’Thriss loves his little nephew right?” Sildar teased, slowly holding Cascius out towards the drow. Just then Phryn poked her head out of the kitchen, “K’Thriss, would you mind adding a bit of artistic flair to the fudge?”

K’Thriss pushed himself off the table and started walking away from Cascius and Sildar and towards the kitchen. Just before he passed the kitchen door he paused and turned to face the human. “Maybe,” he said. Then he was gone.

********

While a happy baby was much better than a crying baby, it would have nice if Cascius had been happy to go to sleep. Each of the six aunts and uncles decided to take shifts, throughout the night until he fell asleep. After his disappearing stunt in the bath earlier, no one wanted to take a chance with him having another spurt of untamed, unpredictable magic escape him. There had been a few instances of crying and small magic spurts throughout the night. Each of the members had gone at least two shifts staying up with the child and Sildar had been the last one to go on shift in the child’s room. When he woke up, fear shot through him once more.

Cascius was gone.

He shot up expecting the worst. He had fallen asleep during one of Cascius’ spurts and he had gone missing again! Talnah would be home any minute! They didn’t have time! The man continued to panic until the music reached his ears. The tune led him out of the nursery and into Jacar’s room. The minstrel sat on the floor slowly plucking away at his lute.

Talnah had come home about an hour ago, excited and relieved to see Cascius again. Once the song reached her ears. The tune was familiar. It was too familiar, but she didn’t mind. It reminded her of happy times, but also made her heartache. She followed the song to where Jacar had a sleeping Cascius in his lap. Talnah took a seat next to him on the floor and listened.

“I know someone else who loved... loves this song,” he said softly after a long moment but continuing to pluck at his instrument, “You know… I think it’s interesting that he seems to like it too.”

“Yes. It is funny isn’t it?” she replied in the same hushed tone.

Throughout the song, the two continued to speak in hushed whispers that none of the onlookers dared interrupt. Each one had their own opinions of the song. Sildar noticed Ea staring at the ground resolutely, her face flipping between rage and a mask of calm. He didn’t really want to ask why he was sure he knew anyways.

“I don’t know if it’s the song or if he just wore himself out, but he’s fast asleep now,” Jacar said softly. Talnah’s eyes had started to water. He wasn’t sure if she even noticed, but it probably brought back similar feelings for her that they did for him.

Those feelings weren’t always easy to deal with even if some of the memories were pleasant.

Talnah quickly wiped her eyes, and blinked to try to get rid of any tears clinging to her lashes. “I’d like to believe it’s the song Jacar,” she said softly, “I really would.” She slowly ran her fingers through Cascius’ curly blonde hair. He squirmed a bit, but he didn’t wake.

Slowly each of the onlookers left the room, allowing the song to finish in silence.

********

“I really appreciate what all of you were doing for me Sildar,” Talnah smiled. She poured two cups of tea and moved one closer to Sildar. Cascius squirmed and squealed in Talnah’s arms. She wasn’t going to be drinking the cup she poured in a while. Her horns were decorated and dressed rather nicely in elaborate silks. It looked like she had just gotten out of a meeting.

“I’d do it again too Talnah. You know you’re a good friend,” he said, “Do you want me to hold him so you can drink?”

“No thank you Sildar.”

He watched as the child reached for the gems dripping from her horns. Talnah reached for the tiny griffon in an attempt to get his focus on something more baby friendly. He squealed even louder as the stuffed toy came closer to his face. “You know you’re allowed to spend time with him outside of babysitting, right Uncle Jacar? You all are. I don’t call you all his aunt and uncles for nothing,” Talnah said, “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind about you holding him.” With that, she stood up and walked closer to Sildar, handing him the baby.

Cascius looked up at Sildar and smiled. When brought up closer to his face, Cascius bumped his head with Sildar’s and laughed.

“Aww. That means he likes you Uncle Sildar,” Talnah giggled, “But when his horns start growing in, you’re going to want to wear your helmet more often. I used to do that to my Papa all the time and gave him the worst of headaches.”

Sildar looked up from the child to Talnah, his face dropping a bit. “Tal, you know I’m not the best babysitter, none of us really are.”

Talnah nodded and sat down on the arm of the chair, “I know Sildar…. But you’re also family to me. No family is perfect either, yet to me all of you are so wonderful.” She then went back to the other side of the table to sip at her tea. “I want Cascius to have experiences that I never had, and growing up with all of you will give him that. You’re exactly what he needs. You’re perfectly imperfect Sildar, and he needs you. He needs all of you.”

Sildar looked back down at Cascius and those big eyes. They were large enough to take on the world… He just needed guidance. After what seemed like an eternity, Sildar finally looked back up at Talnah.

“Alright Lady Vellaam, you have me at your service.”

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Chapter 5 : Escapism

Two weeks later Haymitch had proved his point that a circus ran far more easily when there was a foreman and a crew to handle the manual labor, but it still hadn’t been enough to win the troupe to his side. The show was slowly getting better but the others were changing things at a snail pace. The only one truly willing was Trinket – in the spirit of encouraging the others to do the same, he figured – but aside for insisting she used a safety net until Chaff had had an opportunity to replace the busted ropes, there wasn’t a lot he could say about her and Finnick’s act. It was good, it didn’t need changing.

He was starting to settle in though and the others were starting to include him, which was good.

Now if only the weather would cooperate… It wasn’t that fun living on the road when winter was this harsh.

The knocking on his door distracted him from those considerations and he stopped glaring at the portable heater in the corner of the trailer to call out for his visitor to come in.

Trinket stepped inside with obvious relief, shivering despite the fur coat that she shed almost as soon as she had closed the door behind her. She was wearing a blue dress that day with a matching scarf holding her puffy curls away from her face. She always looked classy even when it wasn’t show time, no matter that the rest of them preferred to run around in comfortable clothes.

“Rue said you needed me?” she asked.

Her eyes roamed around by reflex even though she had been in his trailer once or twice by that point so she knew what she would find: a mess that had her wrinkling her nose in distaste. Clothes were tossed around, the props that hadn’t been crammed in one of the storage trucks were stuck in a pile and the bed was unmade. Her gaze lingered on the couple of liquor bottles but she didn’t comment. It was for the best because… He had been trying to ease off the stuff a little and he was grumpy about it.

“Yeah.” he confirmed, glad that the kid was fast at running errands. He was still contemplating the assortment of chains and handcuffs spread on the bed. “I need you to tie me up.”

He couldn’t keep on pulling rabbits out of his hat. He needed to go back to daring acts or he would get bored before long and being bored meant more drinking. He had always been good at escapology and had the vague idea of making a whole spectacular act out of it. Assuming he could convince Trinket to spare the money for a human sized fish tank and that she would be willing to trap him into one…

“Do I get to gag you too?” she joked, getting to work without protest.

He was so shocked by that comment that he barely realized she had put the handcuffs on before his arms were secured at the small of his back.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected the flirting. Flirting was all they were doing when they weren’t fighting – and sometimes even the arguments themselves felt like an odd sort of seduction act. But that was taking it a little further than simply commenting on the shape of each other’s body or hinting at stuff… This was… Really not what he had thought she would say.

A girl like her… A girl who came from where he suspected she came from – money, privilege – you didn’t expect that girl to know about that kind of things. You barely expected her to know about sex at all because it wasn’t proper and shit. Sex, to people from her background, was still something linked with marriage and…

Maybe she hadn’t said it like that. Maybe it was his mind, a little too feverish when she was concerned, that was taking leaps. Still…

He let out a low whistle. “And there I thought you were a proper lady…”

He was careful to sound teasing, a little vague just in case she really didn’t know what she was implying. She still might have taken it as an insult but she laughed it off instead.

“Your mistake, then.” she hummed, wrapping the chain around him without much efficiency. She secured the padlock and considered her work with amusement. “I find tied up men are much more likely to comply with my demands.”

He turned around to face her with lifted eyebrows. “Don’t need to tie me up, sweetheart… I’d be more than happy to let you play around…”

Her lips twitched. Her blue eyes were sparkling with amusement but watching him carefully, considering maybe.

“Somehow, I have the feeling you are more fond of giving orders rather than taking them.” she replied.

He took a few steps toward her, backing her against the wall of the trailer. She went willingly enough though. She was still looking amused when he pinned her between him and the hard surface.

“Is that a bad thing?” he challenged.

“Not necessarily.” she replied in the same tone. “Although you are the one currently tied up so…”

“Am I?” he smirked.

Did she see it coming? A flick of his elbow was all it took for the chains to fall. He didn’t give her time to react. He had the handcuffs around her wrists in a flash and her arms stretched over her head in shorter time than that. She gasped in surprise but not in fear and he leaned a little closer, his smirk deepening when he felt her heart racing up against his chest. He placed his free hand on her waist, running his thumb up and down the thick fabric of her dress… Could she feel it? He wasn’t sure.

“You play with fire, you’re gonna get burned, Princess.” he said.

“Is that so?” she hummed, arching her back a little, pushing her breasts toward him. His fingers were clenching around the chain holding her wrists together.

“Don’t be reckless…” he warned because somehow… It wasn’t how he had expected this to happen. He wanted it. There was no doubt. And she wanted it too, that too he knew for certain. There were signs and the tension between them for the last two weeks had been thick enough to slice with a knife. But she was…

Classy.

And her propositioning him in his trailer wasn’t how he had seen that going. He had thought she would make him work for it, make him chase her a little longer before surrendering… He hadn’t thought she was the kind of girl who gave in that easily. Not that he wasn’t happy for it or that he judged her but… He hadn’t expected that.

She kept on surprising him, that girl.

“I dance on a tightrope for a living.” she reminded him. “Don’t you think I am a little reckless?”

“Point taken.” he snorted, letting his hand wander up her waist to her breast, hesitantly stroking the swell of it over her dress. Her breath caught and she licked her lips. He pressed his hips hard against hers, leaving no room for doubt as to what he wanted. She pressed back.

He almost fell into her.

He brushed his mouth against hers, grasping her breast a little more firmly… It was on the small side but it fitted so well in his palm… She gasped again and he smirked because he could tell she would be vocal and… That turned him on.

“Guess we need to get it out of our system anyway, yeah?” he mumbled distractedly, searching her mouth.

She drew back a little. “Out of our system?”

“Once should do the trick…” he shrugged, dropping a kiss on her jaw. “Then maybe we’re gonna be able to talk without jumping at each other’s throat…”

“Once?” she repeated and her tone was icy enough that he frowned and stopped retracing the line of her jaw with his lips to look at her. She was frowning and that wasn’t good. “You do not want this… You do not want me…”

“Sweetheart, I very much want you…” he scoffed, jutting his hips forward to prove his point.

She didn’t gasp or press back this time though and he took his hand off her breast to place it back on her waist, not really enjoying how unresponsive she had become.

“But only once.” she huffed.

“Ah.” He winced, finally getting what the problem was. He stepped back, giving her back her space. “I ain’t interested in a relationship. Sex is… Sex is alright but…”

“Of course, sex is alright.” she deadpanned with enough sarcasm to chill the whole room, letting her bound hands fall in front of her. “My apologies, I clearly misread the situation and you clearly mistook me for what I am not.”

“Hey, you’re the one who waltzed in all knowledgeable about gagging and shit…” he retorted and then winced again. “Look, I’m sorry… For what it’s worth, I never thought you were…”

“A slut?” she finished when he let his sentence trail off. “No, you simply thought I was the kind of woman who slept around for fun apparently. And why? Because I am an unmarried woman running a circus by myself? I thought you were different.” She pursed her lips. “I think it is far better for the good of the troupe if we forget this even happened. Let’s remain friends.”

Haymitch had a bad taste in his mouth. He felt guilty and for no good reason of his own. He hadn’t promised her anything. He hadn’t courted her or some shit… He hadn’t even really initiated this. She…

“Let me get those off you…” he awkwardly mumbled, nodding to the handcuffs still encircling her wrists.

“No need.” she snapped and, in clicking sounds that seemed almost deafening, the handcuffs slipped off her wrists and onto the floor. He must have gaped a little because when he looked back up at her, she looked both smug and irritated all at once. “You are not the only one who is gifted at escaping, Haymitch.” The fact that she could have gotten out of the shackles at any moment somehow made him feel even worse. “I trust you not to blab about this around the others.”

“Course not.” he scowled. “Ain’t that kind of asshole…”

She snatched her coat and slipped it on with jerky angry moves. He watched her toss her hair over the collar with an impatient flick of her arm. He tried to catch her eyes but she wouldn’t look at him. He thought they were shiny and, more than anything, that made him want to reach out, to salvage this.

He didn’t dare try to touch her again.

“Effie…” he whispered and she froze for a second. It was the first time he had used her name, he realized.

“Let’s stay friends.” she insisted. And then she was gone.

The door swung shut quietly behind her and he would have preferred for her to have slammed it.

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