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deepdisireslonging · 8 months

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STFU

In the current feud, MJF and the Reader stand on opposite sides. But when the Reader finds out that night that Max’s hotel room is next to hers, she takes it upon herself to finally find a way to shut him up.

Pairing: MJF x Valet!Reader

Warnings/Promises: language, scarf bondage, SMUT, oral (male receiving), implied further smut

Word Count: 3160

Note: This thing was 1500 words before I even started writing the smut. It was the inspiration for this Summer Song-Fic Playlist, and quite possibly my favorite of the set. I reallllly hope you guys like this one. If you do, please let me know with comments and reblogs 😊 Happy reading!

“STFU” by Kailee Morgue

How many times were you going to face off against this man in the ring? Despite it being your client’s time, Preston Vance’s time, MJF sauntered down the ramp like every second of AEW was dedicated to him. The light reflecting off the heavyweight championship irritated Vance, making him turn away from the ramp with a growl. You did your best to keep your cool. But the second you lifted the mic to your lips-

“Shut the hell up, bitch. No one wants to hear you speak.”

You sputtered for a second before shooting back, “if they don’t want to hear me speak, then they sure as hell don’t want to hear you. Why don’t you go back to your cushy champion’s lounge and leave us alone. We’ll notify you when it’s time to for you to sweat.”

Max stepped into the ring and placed his hand mockingly on his chest. “That’s so considerate of you, Y/N. Do you let your client know when he’s allowed to take a shit, too?”

Vance surged forward, but you caught him with your hand on his chest.

“He is allowed to do what he likes. I just do the paperwork. And what he wants… is to beat you to a bloody pulp. Can’t say I blame him. It’s about time someone took that scarf of yours and shut you up with it.” When Max stepped forward, you stepped into his path. “Goodness, if that’s all it takes to launch you into action, why is this title shot taking so long?”

“As if you could step up to the challenge. You couldn’t handle a man like me.”

“Maybe I could. But that’s not my job.” You nodded back. “That is his pleasure. We named the challenge. You name the time and place.”

“Never.”

“For fuck’s-“ Vance reached past you, but Max swatted his hand away and spun behind you both so he was out of reach.

“Alright. So you want a title match? ‘Kay.” He leaned against the ropes, casual as a Saturday afternoon. “I really wished I cared enough about your career, buddy, I really do. But that’s not the case. So, here’s what you’re gonna do.” He pointed at Vance, “you’re gonna get lost, and you,” he pointed at you, “you’re gonna take that pretty, breakable face, and doubly get lost.” You stomped over, ready to retort, but he grabbed your mic and tossed it over his shoulder. “You won’t be needing this while Daddy talks.”

He continued to monologue to your face, but you were too busy imagining ways to get him to shut up to listen properly. Something delicious came to mind, but you pushed it out of the way. He let his glance slide off into the crowd to insult them, and you struck. You snatched his mic.

“My turn.”

When he tried to take it back, you tripped him. He grasped the middle rope to pull himself up, but you made him freeze.

“Sit your ass down. You are nowhere near enough Daddy to handle me, and we are going to settle this title shot business tonight.”

Max was aghast. You’d actually knocked him over. And always so full of spunk. How he’d love to fill that smart mouth of yours with- hmm. Again, he reached for the middle rope to pull himself up. A small gasp escaped him when your heel came into contact with his shoulder.

“Who gave you permission to get up? And another thing-“

You missed the intrigued smile that tugged at his lips. But it snapped away into a frown when you dropped the bomb you promised Preston Vance when he hired you. “That title shot? It’s next week. You’ve been slacking as champion, Maxwell, and Tony Khan agreed to this challenge on your behalf.” You grinned.

Max sneered. “Are you done?”

Tilting your head, you thought for a second. “Yes. See you next week.” Satisfied with the disgust in his face, you dropped the mic into his lap. You turned and led your client out of the ring, who was grinning ear to ear. Everything was going according to plan. Next week, he’d have to hold up his end of the dream.

***

Arriving at the hotel was a disaster. You’d booked one further out than your roster-mates usually chose. But who was there, on his phone while the elevator doors closed? One Maxwell Jacob Friedman. When you got off the same elevator a few minutes later, you groaned. His room was next to yours.

He was walking slow. More interested in his phone than what was going on around him. Or who was around.

The earlier idea from your battle of wits popped into your head again. It set a fire in your belly. Fuck it. Biting your lip, you quietly rolled your suitcase down the hallway.

He was just unlocking his door when you tugged on an edge of his scarf from behind. Without looking back, he said, “get lost, ring rat.”

“I’m here to answer your open challenge.”

Shocked, he turned around. Mouth open, you did what you’d always wanted to see someone do: use his own scarf as a gag. He fell back into the door, opening it. Your surge forward to maintain the silence pushed his and your luggage into the room in a heap. He struggled a bit, but eventually you had him pinned to the inside of the door, leaving both of you breathing heavily.

You couldn’t read what he thought about the situation.

It cut into your usual nerves of steel.

“Are-“ you wet your lips. “Are you willing to let me try and… handle you, as you put it?”

Suddenly the silence was sharp.

Then his eyes glittered with the challenge. He reached back… and locked the door.

Your grin matched his enthusiasm. Maintaining your control of his mouth and movements with the scarf, you walked him back into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed with your guidance. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the desk chair. Narrow back, thin legs, large seat. More of the plan slithered into your mind. Max followed your gaze, and took his chance.

He pushed down the scarf and spun your back into his front, pinning your arms down with the scarf. He ran his nose along the shell of your ear. “How do you know I’m going to end up in that seat instead of you?”

“Because I know this.” Twisting, you mouthed at the underside of his jaw, making it fall open. As you further kissed along his throat, you loosened his hold. Finally, after using your ankle to drag the chair into place, you nipped at his jugular. Shocked and taken by surprise, he groaned. You pushed him into the seat and nosed along his forehead, gently holding his wrists to your waist. “It works on every guy.”

“Slut.”

“Says the man who’s claimed to have banged every beautiful woman from the east to the west coast. Now,” you slid into his lap, kissing him deeply while lightly pushing his arms behind him, “less talking. More fucking.” From here, you were able to tie his wrists behind the chair. Then you frowned. “Damn. Your mouth is still free.”

“I’m sure I can put it to use.” His big brown eyes made your knees weak. They looked so eager. But you had other plans.

“I’d rather you didn’t have the chance.” You glanced at his bag. “Got any back-up scarves?”

“What kind of champion do you take me for? ‘Course I do. Just in case some fan gets grabby. They’ll be in the front pocket.”

But you were already moving. He had four. Three cashmeres ones, and a thin summer silk. More than enough.

The first went around his mouth, of course.

The second and third went around his ankles. Just tight enough to hold them to the chair legs, but loose enough so you could watch him squirm.

The fourth, the silk one, you held up in front of his eyes. If you were going to lose your resolve, it would be because of those eager eyes. “May I?”

After a pause to watch you, he nodded. He watched as you slid the smooth fabric between your fingers. Around your wrists. And up your chest to circle your neck before you finally reached out to wrap it over his eyes. He tried to mumble something behind his gag, but you ignored it.

A grunt of surprise followed your hands toying with the buttons on his shirt. One by one, you released each until his chest was bare. Only one more button to go. His hips thrust into the air as you flicked open the button on his slacks. From there, you could pull the bottom hem free, leaving the shirt open like curtains on a window to a gorgeous view. His pants you would have to leave mostly intact. And not just because he was already tied to the chair. From the size of the bulge straining the fabric, you’d be lucky to get his cock out into the open.

In the meantime, you teased your nails down his abs. Up and around his pecs. Up to this throat to drag one finger across his Adam’s apple. Max shuddered with each movement. Straining against the scarves, he rolled his hips up, searching for the apex of our thighs. But you dismounted his lap.

You caught a finger in the top of his blindfold and tugged it down so he could see you. ‘Still doin’ okay there, champ?” When he nodded, you replaced the scarf and continued your plan.

His muscles flexed under touch as you slid your hands down his arms from behind. You stepped away. Max froze. Listening for your next move. What he heard was the soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor. He flinched when your hands landed on his knees.

“So sensitive. Responsive.” You slid your hand up to palm over his still-clothed bulge. “Bet you wish you could see me. Naked, on my knees for you.” It made you smile when he groaned low. “Are you ready so see, well, feel how well I can handle a man like you?” Leaning forward, you hummed against the wet spot on his pants. “Seems like it.” Deftly, you finally helped his cock out into the open. While not overly long, it’s thickness made your mouth water. You teased the slightest touch of your lips across the length.

Max’s breath stuttered as you began. As much as you wanted to take this slow, teasing him for as long as possible… your arousal didn’t want to wait. Your lips parted during their paths up and down his cock. Mouthing gently over the head, you were rewarded with the taste of his precum. You bobbed to lick his from base to tip, smiling against his length when it twitched with the sensation. You took a deep breath. Max’s stomach tensed in preparation. Doing your best, you took him as deeply into your mouth as you could. The first pass didn’t make it all the way down. You opened your mouth wider. The second pass traveled a little bit further, bumping the back of your throat. From there, you found your rhythm. One of your hands found it's place at the base of Max’s cock; it squeezed and twisted in time with your mouth. The other found your own slick. If this continued how you wanted, you were going to need some prep. While your mouth sucked and hollowed around him, you worked over your sex with rubbing your clit and scissoring open your slit. It heightened your pleasure, passing it to Max with your hums and sighs. Above you, Max panted and moaned around the scarf. His thighs tensed and flexed on either side of you.

With your grip at the base of his cock, he wasn’t able to thrust. He wanted to. Tried to. But your grip and control was too much. Eventually, he gave in to taking what you gave. His moans pitched and whined as you worked him towards release. You looked up. When his chest was heaving and his mouth was slack around the gag, you teased him further.

You pulled away before he could cum. He struggled against the scarves, thrusting the air. Behind the gag, he grumbled.

“What was that?” You licked and kissed your way up his torso to his face, mouthing over the thick fabric. “Did you say something?” You tugged the scarf out of the way.

“One of these days,” he panted, “I’m gonna fill that smart mouth of yours.”

“Hmm. That’ll be the day. If I tell you I’m on the pill… are you open to filling something else?”

His head cocked to the side and his cock twitched against your thigh. “You need me that badly, baby?”

“Maybe. How badly do you need to cum?” You lightly gripped his cock, thumbing over the head. His hips pushed up. You nuzzled into his neck. “Do you need it that badly, baby?”

“Yes. Please- let me out of here so I can really-“ He growled as you silenced him again.

You sat on his lap and pressed your chest into his. He shuddered as you trailed your nails up his sides. You made sure that he could feel your hands as they moved to your breasts. While you kneaded, your knuckles caught on his nipples.

“I had a thought while your cock was down my throat.” Slowly, you began to roll your hips. Your slick coated his hard shaft. “I should have left my lipstick on from earlier. Then I could have left lipstick kisses at the base of your cock for you to admire. When I untie you, of course.” You smiled and ran your nose along Max’s cheek as he groaned something. “Ready for your main event?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

Gripping his cock, you teased the head at your clit. It was mostly for your benefit, but Max’s moans and stuttering breath were a good sign, too. You gave it one last squeeze before sinking onto it. It stretched you, making you groan aloud. Your head fell forward to rest on Max’s shoulder. His hips flinched. Wanting to thrust. After you acclimated to his size, you nipped at his collarbone and started to move. He did so good, letting you take the reins. And you told him as much. You praised his ability to fill you. To rile you up so you had to take chances into your own hands. He flushed under your praise about the sounds that made it through the scarf-gag. Words failed you and you dug your nails into his shoulders, grounding you while your pleasure soared. Max continued to pant and groan. His mumbling made your skin prickle. Soon, his hips found an opening in your rhythm and began to move in time. You sighed his name, tightening your walls around him.

His moaning behind the gag grew frantic. You tugged it down. “Need- need to see you.”

You tugged it back up. You thought about taking a minute to compose yourself before allowing it, but your release was so close. Pushing the fabric up his forehead, you didn’t care what he saw. How your mouth had fallen open to pant. How your own eyes were closed due to the onslaught of pleasure. The way your body bounced at a frantic pace, chasing what you both needed. His eyes could have it all. If only he’d keep moving like that so you could cum.

He did. Max moved as desperately as you did. When your bounces became erratic, nearly failing to hold you up, his thrusts made up the difference. You ended up collapsing on his lap. His length speared deep into you, and still he continued to thrust and whine until your body shuddered all over. He followed soon after, filling you with his heated release and practically melting into the chair.

You felt marvelous. And by the way Max’s chest was heaving, and how he was smiling behind the gag, so did he. Gingerly, you stood, sliding off him. He groaned, relaxing into the chair. You tugged the blindfold back down, and kissed over each eye.

“You feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” After one lasting kiss on his forehead, you walked away. His brows scrunched, listening for you. You leaned against the doorframe into the bathroom to watch what he would do. For the first minute, he chuckled, believing you’d come back. But as time stretched, he began wiggling. Murmuring your name behind the scarf. The pleading got louder, even though you knew he hadn’t heard the water start yet.

On tip-toes, you walked behind him. Max jumped when your arms slid down his chest from behind.

“Just kidding.”

You undid the scarves, leaving the one in his mouth for last. He yanked it out.

“Bitch.”

“This bitch just had you begging a few minutes ago.” You chucked his chin, kissing his cheek. “Be nice.” You took a few steps towards the bathroom before tossing over your shoulder, “well, are going to join me?”

With a smile, he shed his clothes while you started the water. “I should tease you in the ring more often.”

“I don’t think my client would like that.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your lower back into his already swelling cock. “Any more than if he finds out we sept together?”

“What people don’t know won’t kill them.”

“Maybe they should know-“

You reached back and slapped the side of his thigh. “But it might kill you. Kiss and tell and these little clandestine meetings will stop.” Before you could wriggle away, he held you close.

“There’s more clandestine meetings available?” His voice was tinged with careful confusion.

You licked your lips. “I don’t know. Do you want there to be more?” As his hands slid up and down your arms, you leaned back into his touch. He hummed into your hair. Tilting our head, you kissed the underside of his jaw. “Would you like more of being tied up? More of me taking care of you as you deserve?”

Max spun you around just in time to feel his length twitch against your thigh. His Adam apple bobbed. “I could get used to it.”

“Good.” You turned to slide your hands behind the nape of his neck. “I always love finding ways to make you shut up.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Before you could figure out what he was doing, he shoved you into the shower and turned the knob. You squawked as you were hit with cold water before he adjusted it for heat. “You know what would be fun right now?”

“What?”

“If you’d shut the fuck up and stopped making so much noise.”

“You ass-“ He silenced you with a deep kiss. And with another round of passion. This time with him in control.

***

Masterlist

Other MJF Fics:

A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

#mjf #mjf x reader #mjf smut #maxwell jacob friedman smut #aew x reader #aew smut #summer playlist 2023

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secret-smut-sideblog · 4 months

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Distance

18+ (consenting) voyeurism, implied trauma, masturbation (m!), pining, feelings developing

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav, Set in Act 1

listening to: Heaven Is Here - Florence and the Machine, Siren - Kailee Morgue

He feared he was losing his touch.

The seduction was going so well, everything to plan. "That's what you want right, to lose yourself in me?"

The edges of her eyes hardened, and she paused, quiet. Shit.

Tav had always been serious by nature, he had been watching her closely in camp. Looking for a way in, an angle. Noticed that she rarely laughed, more free to offer a smile or a strong hand on a slumped shoulder.

Not that she was unkind, far from it, maddeningly so. But there was rarely unrestraint there, her composure solid, a pillar of warmth. Even for him.

Her eyes were searching his now, and he carefully covered the squirm he felt into a sensual smile. But it was too late, she had seen something, seen through him.

He was preparing for the worst, a barrage of insults, maybe even violence.

Yet a softness turned in her face and she took his pale hand in hers, slow and steady and lifted it to her mouth. She kissed the back, her lips so light and warm.

"I think it's best if I go back to camp." she said softly, and let his hand fall away. He blinked.

Before he could protest or persuade she had gathered her blouse and was walking away.

Confusion, anxiety, and he wouldnt lie, something closer to rejection thrummed hot in his chest. She had wanted him, at least he thought she had. What had happened?

It had been tenday since she had walked away from him and the failure haunted him.

Anxiety clawed in the back of his mind. Abandonment was close on the horizon he could feel it. But she had not been cruel to him or even distant. Still making the effort to include him, offering warmth in her eyes whenever their gazes met, even cracking a smile behind her hand at his snarky remarks.

Why? Why was she still even offering him her neck? It made no sense.

He resolved to try to seduce her again.

He waited until camp had settled, all the drinking and talking as everyone sat around the fire. She was there talking low and assuring to something Shadowheart had said, a depth of warmth in her eyes. Then squeezed her arm and stood. The pleasantries were exchanged as she gathered her bathing bag and headed towards the small expanse of river they were camped by.

Perfect. He would catch her before she started bathing and ensure her loyalty.

As he trailed far enough behind her he ruminated again on her initial rejection. She was always a woman of few words, but the ones she did offer were measured, thoughtful. She had surprised him with small sarcastic remarks under her breath when she thought no one could hear, but never cruel, never malicious. Sometimes pausing a moment to gather her thoughts with care before responding to others.

Like she had that night. Gods it was torment.

He had come up to the side of the river but in stewing in his thoughts hadn't realized that she was already mostly undressed on the bank. He ducked behind a tree, startled.

This was not part of the plan and he suddenly felt.. flustered? No, he shook his head, that's ridiculous. Planning his next move he ducked the edge of his head back out and froze.

She had unbuckled the last strap of her breastplate and was lifting it off with a low satisfied moan. She unceremoniously pulled her sweat and grime soaked undershirt off, rotating her powerful shoulders in relief. Just standing in her breeches he could see all of her muscular back, her long hair pulled over one shoulder in the plait she often kept it in. The way that the muscles flowed into her soft waist, hugged by the cords of her breeches.

He realized he was holding his breath.

This was.. new. His sex drive had dwindled to near death in the last centuries. Heat between his hips was a memory at this point, often a painful one.

But he wasnt blind, he had noticed Tav before. Her dark green eyes under hooded lids, her wide cat-like smile, the way her hair shone almost blue it was so black. Of course she was beautiful, anyone could see it. But seeing her now, the intimacy of her, the curves. Gods.

He knew he should look away but he was transfixed. She was bare now, seated on a log facing away from him, undoing her plait with long sure strokes of her fingers. The angle of her neck meeting defined shoulder calling him. Her hands were small but strong, and he remembered how they felt against his. Slightly calloused but soft, her warm thumb swiping so gently against the back of his cold one before releasing him. How he immediately felt their absence.

She was up again, standing near a small waterfall at the head of the stream, reaching out those hands to test the force of it. He stared at the ample curve of her hips, how they dipped in gracefully before joining her thighs. How perfectly his hand would slide in that dip.

The breadth of her thighs, plush but strong. How he envisioned them wrapped tight around him.

He gripped the bark of the tree.

Under the water now she angled her face up into the spray, closing her eyes in pleasure. She pulled away and lathered her hands with soap, running them up her slender neck.

He could smell it, like coffee and jasmine. Intoxicating.

Her hands sliding slick over skin, drifting under her breasts, across the soft curve of her stomach. Down and down. He was breathing heavily now, a strain in his abdomen. His hand unconsciously drifting above the laces in his leathers.

She turned and looked directly at him. A cold shock ran him through. Fuck.

She knew he was following her.

He had been a moody mess since she turned him down. Eyeing her from the edges of camp, that line ever furrowed in his brow.

She felt a pang at the hurt in his eyes but knew she had made the right decision. That's what you want right, to lose yourself in me?' The way he said it, the smothered anguish in his words.

It made her heart hurt. She had known there was something off about the proposition. She had been approached amorously before no doubt, but it all seemed so.. rehearsed.

Not that she didn't find him alluring, he was a vision. Especially in the moonlight, how it made his silver curls glow. But that moment, that small admission that he hadn't realized.. it made a heavy stone in her stomach. It wasnt right, he didnt want her and she didn't want to do that to him.

It was those same bright curls that she saw in her peripheral on the way to the water. She sighed.

She had always been good at reading people and the saccharine words he used on her were masterful but well worn. Tumbling out of his mouth too easy. She would try to speak to him tonight and assure him that he didn't need of seducing her. Didnt need to worry about her alliance.

She settled into her routine as she waited for him to catch up to her. Not shy about her body and given everything, assumed neither would he, she began to undress.

Eventually she felt eyes on her from the nearby tree line and continued, waiting for him to approach. Keeping her back to him to not scare him off, give him the upper hand.

But she heard no approach. Bewildered she pulled her sweat soaked tunic off, glad to be free of it and the damned breastplate, moving her sore shoulders. Slowly she continued to disrobe but still, nothing.

Was he still there? She subtly slid her eyes to the location as she bent down to get her leathers off.

The edge of those bright curls, one pale hand curled around the mangled bark. She looked away before she could see his eyes but yes, there he was.

As she sat, still with her back to him, she wondered why wasnt he approaching? She undid her braid and realized... Oh. Oh.

A spike of heat hit her abdomen and was glad she was facing away now. So he did want her. A thrill tickled the inside of her chest. And he was watching. A fire lit up in her core. So it's like that then.

She stood tall and started to bathe under the water, sliding her hands along her body. Knowing he was there made her feel hazy and hot, letting her hands move slower. Leading his eyes. She could see him step out slightly from his cover and hid her smile.

The chill of the water welcome as a warm flush was traveling up her, the sound of it rushing hiding an escaped moan as her hands drifted lower.

He had stepped out more now and she finally caught his eyes in hers. A flash of terror passed through them and she knew she had to move quickly.

In a small smooth movement she raised her hand palm up, no higher than her waist. An offer. She looked deep in his eyes, giving him her approval, her consent.

Astarion felt waves of shock pull through him as he stood dumb on the treeline.

He stared at her outstretched hand, at her eyes, back to her hand. She.. wanted him to see her. She had known he was there and let him watch her.

A lightning strike of arousal hit hard between the fear and anxiety of being discovered. He realized that he hadn't moved, her hand had drifted back down to her side but her eyes.. her eyes were dark with lust. Gods release him.

He didn't know what to do, his body was both screaming for her but also his retreat. She turned and continued to bathe, the unspoken invitation still floating between them. He could lay on the flirtation, already hearing the lines in his head. Turn this in his favor. Gods knew he was good at it but.. something about her clever eyes cut through the ribbon of his charms.

He swallowed and decided on retreat, this wasnt in his plan. None of what he felt tonight was in his plan.

He walked back to camp quickly and quietly and didnt realize how out of breath he was until returning to his tent. He held his hand to his heaving chest. Closing his eyes he let the images of her wash over him.

A vision of the most lovely shape in the water. A divine sight just for his degenerate eyes. Knowing she wanted him too see.

Oh gods it was too much.

He ripped into the laces of his painfully strained trousers, white hot with need. Falling to his knees he took himself roughly into his hand, lurching forward onto the other. His breath hot and strained, a whine from low in his throat, hand working in frenzy. He must look like an animal rutting on all fours.

He dug his nails into the dirt and muffled a cry as his release came, far quicker and harder than he anticipated. Panting, throwing his head back as he sat back on his haunches. Exhausted, head spinning.

Damned Gods, what was he to do now?

Part 2

#sooo i haven't written in a very long time #im not immune to shitty vampire rizz #got part 2 in the works teehee #astarion #astarion smut #astarion x plus sized tav

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justporo · 6 months

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Sinful strawberries and siren's song

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 6

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit shorter but I still couldn't decide on the banner picture for it - so you get two! And also two songs - yay! (Ik, no one asked)

Astarion gets fed a strawberry - and of course he is VERY normal about it - cheeky bastard...

Songs: Eat Your Young - Hozier / Siren - Kailee Morgue Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Explicit Warnings: implied drowning (not really tho), slight smut? (also not really tho, it's just a strawberry...)

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Suddenly, with a lot of clattering pearls were rolling all around you – hadn’t dog lady been wearing several pearl necklaces? You carefully watched your step as the shimmering beads rolled around your feet.

Astarion stopped and bowed down while he gave a whistle and grabbed one of the shiny spheres. “Such a waste”, he whispered and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

All around people gave exclamations of shock – one, because the fight that had broken out behind you seemed to be vicious judging by the continued sounds and two, because the many pearls had some people already stumbling and falling – not everyone had the same graceful step as you and the rogue.

You couldn’t help but starting to giggle. “Thank you, Astarion”, you whispered to him as the vampire turned the pearl around in his long fingers.

“Oh, for what, my love, defending your- our honour? I fear we didn’t have much of that to begin with, let us be frank with each other.” He sighed dramatically. But then he gave you a genuine concerned look and you saw that rage had started to rise up again in him. “But no one talks to my soulmate like this. I would have ripped their throats out had we not been in public”, he growled still staring at the pearl in his fingers. You could see the tension in this tiny gesture.

For a moment he seemed lost to his furious feelings. Only as you softly touched his arm did he snap out of it.

Astarion closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he looked directly at you again, his expression back to his usual smug and playful mood.

“But now you’ve experienced firsthand, my heart, how easily” – he quickly twisted the pearl in his fingers – “manners and social standing can disappear and mean nothing.” He opened his fingers again – the pearl had disappeared.

“Some people are vermin and will only ever be vermin no matter how many complicated words they use or how much gold they have dangling around their neck”, Astarion said with a snarl. “And then there are people that will always shine brightly, no matter what might be hurled at them”, he continued and lifted his hand to gently hook his thumb on your chin. You saw the warmth and the pride as you looked into his ruby eyes and felt your cheeks warm once more.

But what was that thing he had just did with the pearl?

“Was that a magic trick, Astarion? Gale would be so proud.” You grinned at your vampire. His face immediately dropped.

“Trust Tav to immediately ruin a romantic moment”, he sighed as if you were an indeed hopeless case. “Don’t make me regret I showed you”, he responded and softly shook your face with his hand that was still gently holding your chin.

You giggled and stood on your tiptoes to reach him for a kiss even though he moved away his face with a mockingly annoyed face – but he gave in in the end.

“Now, shall we explore the rest of this mansion and party? At least until they all finished clambering over each other trying to grab the pearls?”, Astarion proposed after your kiss. You nodded before he grabbed your hand and you made your way back indoors and straight towards the doors leading away from the ballroom.

“I’m certain this is only the most civilised layer of this grand event”, your partner said to you as he led you through the room. He threw you a glance with a promising sparkle in his eyes. But you found yourself making a painful face at him.

“If this is the most civilised how much worse can it possibly get?”, you asked him and scrunched up your nose.

“Oh my sweet Tav, have our adventures taught you nothing?”, the vampire teased. Your mouth pressed into a line – you didn’t even honour his mockery with a response.

“You’d be surprised, my love”, Astarion cheerfully went on when you kept silent, “of how quick people lose all their dignity when they have the money to pay for their morally rotten desires.”

You softly hummed in agreement as you passed the huge double doors and left the ballroom.

The room you entered was just as tall and dimly lit. A huge pyramid of crystal glasses filled with champagne dominated the middle of the room. Here, more people stood around and talked but the atmosphere was immediately more intimate than in the huge ballroom.

It was also considerably quieter which probably meant that magic had been worked to keep some of the noise from the rest of the party out of this room. Nothing else really was remarkable about it though, except that in the corners were one or two couples that also must feel that it felt more intimate in here. Astarion saw you noticing that and immediately wiggled his eyebrows at you before his eyes fell on the giant crystal peak dominating the room.

You were already looking ahead to go to the next room, but Astarion stood stock-still next to you, staring at the glittering tower of glasses. A mischievous light shone in his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, Astarion”, you scolded him and grabbed him by the sleeve of his doublet.

“What?”, the rogue replied and pouted at you. “I wasn’t going to do anything, love.”

You simply shook your head and dragged Astarion to the next room. And for extra safety made an extra big circle around the giant stack of glasses. “Spoilsport”, the vampire whispered sulkily under his breath as you entered the next room.

Seemingly, you were still in the gourmet area: here an enormous buffet was presented. Long tables with snow-white tablecloths were topped with platters and trays of delicacies of which you were sure you couldn’t even name a third and decorated with candelabra and vases full of flowers.

Lots of people were walking around the long tables, elegantly putting tiny portions on their tiny plates and eating tiny bites while shamefully covering their tiny mouths while chewing. Some though had huge piles of food on their small plates and basically just tipped whatever was on there into their open mouths. You were somehow appalled by both – as was Astarion, judging by the downturned corners of his mouths when you looked at him.

You were delighted though at the opportunity to eat something– you surely could feel the champagne starting to have an effect on you. So you walked over to the table closest to you and grabbed a small plate.

You walked along the platters, looking at pies, canapés, meats, vegetables – and were hopelessly lost. You indeed had no idea what most of these dishes were. Looking for help you threw a look at Astarion that you hoped would convey your cluelessness. And he didn’t miss a beat.

With a hand on your back for moral support he called out all the dishes and delicacies and gave his recommendations on what you might like and what better to leave sitting. You piled up your plate with what you felt like was a good compromise between the two portion sizes dominating the room and ate. Even Astarion grabbed a plate and eclectically chose a few certain things to try.

Of course, everything was delightfully tasty. Even the picky vampire seemed impressed and even motivated you to try some of the riskier stuff – involving some slimy and awful tasting seafood and some meats you were sure should actually by really anyone. But you still enjoyed the opportunity to try new things – and even Astarion’s laughter when you almost gagged after trying something especially vile. (You were sure he’d exactly pushed you to try it for this exact reaction – payback for that one time you had dared him to eat something utterly spicy without warning him.)

Afterwards you went back to grab some of the stuff you had already deemed delicious. You happily munched and chatted with Astarion until you saw the giant chocolate fountain in the far corner of the room. Surely this had to be fuelled by magic. It seemed like from the top corner of the room a true chocolate spring had originated, the streams of the sweet treat dripping down several levels as if it were a very slow – and sugary – waterfall seemingly dripping into nothingness before it hit the floor.

Servants handed out chocolate covered fruits and desserts to the guests while delicious goodness slowly streamed behind them. Your jaw dropped as the thought of just holding your open mouth underneath the chocolatey stream crossed your mind.

And Astarion must have seen the exact thought on your face as he looked at what you were staring at. “Don’t even think about it, darling!”, he mockingly repeated the words you had only spoken a few minutes ago and moved his head sassily.

You grinned at him. “What?”, you played along with his charades. “I was only about to get some dessert!”

“Then do that but leave some room for more dessert later, eh?”, Astarion replied quickly enough while already guiding you to the chocolate spring and you were once again flustered by how easy this man pulled out lewd comments.

You grabbed a bowl full of chocolate covered strawberries and tried one. Your eyes almost rolled back in delight by how sweet and tasty they were.

“Care to share, my sweet? This must be good if you make that face”, Astarion commented, tongue in cheek and eyes half-lidded. Ah yes, he was also very good at making seemingly innocent things not so innocent anymore.

You held up a strawberry for him to try. He grabbed your hand holding the fruit firmly and very slowly leaned in close to you while not breaking eye contact with you and – of course – licking his lips before taking a bite. Then he bit into it, taking his sweet time while letting his thumb wander over your hand, involuntarily making you gasp. You immediately felt electrified.

Astarion licked up the red juice from the strawberry and the chocolate from his lips and teeth, showing his fangs as he unwaveringly kept looking in your eyes and holding your hand.

“So sweet, my dear darling, almost as sweet as you”, he whispered hauntingly while you felt drips from the delicious fruit run over your fingers and hand and waves of arousal ran through your body.

Then he leaned in again, taking the rest of the strawberry out of your hand, his soft lips closing around your fingers, sucking for a short moment and his tongue flicking over your fingers. Astarion’s sparkling ruby eyes were still on you, patiently observing your reaction, one eyebrow twitching playfully.

Your lips parted slightly and your eyes widened as the vampire then lifted your hand up farther and just licked the remaining strawberry juice off the palm of your hand, his fingers steadily around your wrist.

“Gods, Astarion, love making you eat out of the palm of my hand, but you got to stop making everything so sensual!”, you whisper-screamed at him when he finished the job by sucking up a speck of chocolate from the top of your index finger. You stared at him in silent panic – desperate to not find out how far he would make you go in this very public space if he kept going.

But Astarion simply pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand before he finally let go with a wink and a smirk: “That’s what you get for not letting me have some fun with the mountain of crystal glasses.”

“We’re in public!”, you replied and whacked his arm. He simply laughed, shrugged and stole another strawberry from your bowl with roguish quickness.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed and turned away from him to put your fruity treasure out of his reach. He grabbed you by the waist then and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek from behind. “Alright, I leave the rest of the sweets for my sweet”, he chuckled and then put a hand on your back again to make you start walking again.

“As for the rest: I’m not going to apologise to make you flustered in public – it’s too much of a delight to see your cheeks blush when you think of something naughty, my love”, he whispered into your pointy ear and you tried to elbow him. But the vampire just laughed again and elegantly moved over to your other side. “And smell it too.” You tried with your other elbow but he was again way too quick and only laughed when you threw him some lustrous insults for his cheeky behaviour.

You kept snacking on your dessert as you explored more of the mansion and the party. Many rooms were just filled with people talking – the rooms merely only discernible by other colours and themes: forest green with paintings and statues of nymphs and other mythical creatures of the wild, red and gold underlined with motives of embracing lovers and tasteful depictions of naked bodies, lavender being represented with lots of floral patterns - and as you noticed – depictions of highly poisonous flowers and plants.

A blue room, filled with artworks of sea creatures and merfolk then gave you both the feeling of being in the deep sea all of a sudden. Doors were leading outside again, opening up to what you could only describe as a round open-air grotto. It was lined with columns forming an arcade around the small space despite most of the walls looking like an island cave had sprouted from the ground right there. Under the arcs of the columns springs and shallow pools were placed and everything was decorated with statues and shells and fountains.

The two of you walked over to the glass doors thrown open to the outside and watched the spectacle there that had attracted quite a huge group of partygoers.

Lots of guests were pressed into the small outside space, some standing, many sitting on the edges of the pools and springs. And in the middle under the biggest arc a huge rock was placed in the midst of the basin. On top of it sat what you immediately thought must be a siren. She was incredibly beautiful, shiny black hair was covering up her naked upper body and her long, scaled tail was lazily draped over the rock, the end of it hanging in the shallow water. The silver moonlight reflected off her oily long hair and the shiny scales on her lower body.

She was singing – of course she was. Her hauntingly beautiful face filled with sorrow as her pitch-black eyes seemed miles away and her ballad filled the space with her longing and yearning song. Her hands slowly combing through her slick hair with her fingers or reaching out to grab something that wasn’t there then shying back when realising. The forked fin of the siren seemingly absent-mindedly kept splashing the closest on-lookers.

Around her basin some people had already crept closer, eyes wide and mouths open, completely enthralled by her voice. Parts of skirts and several hands were already dipping into the water as the audience was bewitched by her performance. A sturdy dwarf was on his hands and knees crawling closer, his expression mindless as he got his trousers and doublet wet.

You felt the draw of the enchantment she was weaving. A feeling of intense grief and longing overcame you and made your chest hurt. Tears welled up in your eyes and when you looked over to Astarion you saw his eyes also seemed dangerously wet. But his tone was flat while he looked over the spectators that kept closing in on the creature and it’s deadly lure and whispered: “Like critters getting caught by a glue trap.”

At least your elven heritage meant you had more resistance to the pull of her song than most of her audience. The two of you kept watching the performance but you found yourself sucking your cheek in and biting into it – a reminder that you were here and not there. Not in this unearthly and dark place the siren kept singing about.

You grabbed Astarion’s hand and dragged on it as a new feeling of uneasiness settled in your stomach. The remainder of strawberries suddenly tasted sour in your mouth.

Astarion wrapped an arm around your shoulder and affectionately rubbed your arm, throwing you worried glances. You quickly went on to other parts of the mansion as you found yourself hoping that the pools weren’t deep enough to drown in or at least that the bewitched spectators wouldn’t lose more than their dignity and maybe some of their gold.

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of fake smiles and hidden lies #tav #bg3

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thousandsun · 3 months

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Giving you a song based on your One Piece kin

Author's note:I love music and anime. So why not combine them?

Luffy:Give that wolf a banana by Subwoolfer

Short description:This song is so random and funny. Just like Luffy.

Zoro:Samo mi se spava by Luke Black

Short description:The song is a mix of Serbian and English.The title translates to "I'm just sleepy"

Sanji:Siren by Kailee Morgue

Short description:A song about a seductive woman,just what Sanji loves

Nami:Bad Bitch by Alessandra Mele

Short description:The song talks about a powerful woman and how other people see her

Robin:Revenge by Tan Feelz

Short description:The song seems so powerful and mysterious,like her.

Usopp:Lies by Will Jay

Short description:The title says everything:))

Ace:Gladiator by Jann

Short description: The lyrics remind me of his life

Sabo:Air by Marcus & Martinus

Short description:The song talks about how the person you love is like air for you. He would 100% say that to his lover and brothers

#anime #luffy #monkey d. luffy #nami #nico robin #one piece #one piece franky #one piece luffy #one piece manga #one piece nami #vinsmoke sanji #sabo one piece #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #nami one piece #robin one piece #manga

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megumi-fm · 2 months

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this week on megumi.fm ▸ the ankle incident

🏥 guess who twisted their ankle and ended up with a partial ligament tear and restrictions on mobility T-T I went to the doc and he gave me my meds and told me to sit my ass down for the whole month. so all I've been doing lately is throwing tantrums and zooming around the house in my trusty computer chair. it's gotten better oveer the days though, I can't wait until it fully recovers ahhhh :"

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ read papers on alphafold and it's coverage [3/3]✅ ↳ update tracker and alphafold notes ✅ ↳ complete ppt for lab presentation ✅ ↳ code to determine seq coverage depth of an AF.pdb file ✅ ↳ code to plot a per residue confidence of an AF.pdb file ✅ 🩺Radiomics Project ↳ call with PI to discuss about annotation limitations and radiomic feature selection✅ 📧 Application-related ↳ collected referee report from my profs ✅ ↳ submitted masters application for 1/1 Uni ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [?/7] (i've been going to bed early enough but been in too much pain to actually sleep well) 💧 good water intake [7/7] 👟 exercise [/7] ankle recovery brrr

Fun Stuff this week

💗 my aunt and grandad came to visit! my cousin also showed up a couple days after, we spent a lot of time bickering with each other it was fun 💗 a completely different aunt and their family also came home this week for lunch! 📞 I've been on constant calls with a lot of my friends and talking to them. my besties and I also designed a cute little pinterest board for this story idea we have been discussing together [previous antics with said besties include painting mugs for christmas and getting hazelnut lattes for dinner] 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Love for Love's Sake 📺 binged: My Man is Cupid, Our Dating Sim, Jun & Jun 📺 rewatch: Semantic Error 📊 on this note I also made a tier ranked list of all the asian tv (excluding anime/ghibli) I have consumed. it was fun xD 📹 This Serotonin Boost>> the leads from Love For Love's Sake being cute and clingy and affectionate with each other

📻 This week's soundtrack

Siren by Kailee Morgue All I really want is you, by the Marías

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[Jan 29 to Feb 4 ; week 5/52 || not the most productive version of myself but given that I'm stuck cooped up in my room all day I've been doing the best I can. one of my uni applications is submitted! few more to go.

also. on a completely different note, Love for Love's Sake is such a good show?? i'm obsessed with the mechanics of the story universe and the cinematography and the narrative structure combined with the characters personalities and the parallels and that there's so much open to interpretation and. yea. it has changed me ]

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atinyniki · 27 days

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We all keep talking about you dating Kailee, Nat, Leigh and so on… but why not Zehina 👀

Aren’t you two like really close 🤭

suck my dick anon. there’s no need to make her uncomfortable in a situation that’s about me and kylei. don’t drag her into this shit, please. me and kylei literally still text all the time (we literally texted eachother last night) so i suggest you stay the fuck out of it. i consider me and zehina close, but don’t you dare make it weird. i love her, she is my best friend. that’s all there is to it, so please don’t ever suggest something like that :/

#nikitalks

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bllakcat · 9 days

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— FIVE SONGS.

siren ; kailee morgue. there's a bright side to every wrong thing, if you're looking at me through the right eyes. darkness in my name, don't you wanna come &. play on the cool side, don't be so shy.

guilty ; marina. oh i'm a guilty one, &. i know what i have done. yeah, i'm a troubled one, &. i won't be forgiven. guilty on the run, &. i know what i have done. guilty on the run, &. i'm never forgiven. i was just a kid that you could not forgive because it's harder. i was just a kid, &. all i really wanted was my father.

marilyn monroe ; astrid s. if i sing something you don't like, am i the problem? 'cause i think i've been holding back, it's not what i want. if i show a little bit more skin, already know what you're gonna think. don't tell me what i'm gonna do, what i won't. i will decide what i will what i won't.

oh no ; marina. i know exactly what i want &. who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk &. talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self - fulfilled prophecy, oh! oh, no! ... one track mind, one track heart. if i fail i'll fall apart. maybe it is all a test, 'cause i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

primadonna ; marina. primadonna girl, yeah. all i ever wanted was the world. i can't help that i need it all, the primadonna life, the rise &. fall. you say that i'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault. got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave, ... beauty queen on a silver screen, living life like i'm in a dream. i know i've got a big ego, i really don't know why it's such a big deal though.

tagged by : @fortrauma xoxo thank you!! tagging : @gunbash , @greenelight , @denouemente ( a muse of your choice! ) , @goblincaptain , @abyssell , @loneheir , @proditeur , @noirfile ( a muse of your choice! ) , @argenpluma , @tragicale , @daylighter , @ofsoul &. anyone who wants to steal it!

#⋄ ⊰ bad luck is better than no luck at all. › character study. ❜#but deax half of these is marina! - me vc: i know felicia is marina coded and WHAT OF IT #i LOVEEEEEE connecting songs to muses so all say 'thank you jay' for providing me with this #so i can provide you all with this too!! I AM SO INTERESTED!

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smorallow · 1 year

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sorry for the spam of art BUT I HAD TO POST THEM HERE

#kailee talks #spooky month take over

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alastorsw1f3 · 11 days

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|| 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑶'𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 ||

THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON HERE

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You wake up, curtains shut and the bedroom a mess. you groan and roll over to look at your clock on your nightstand. You've slept in, and missed breakfast. So in a hurry, you get out of bed. No time to make it, your sheets and blankets are everywhere. You rush over to the corner of your room and pick up some clothes for you to wear.

Vaggie was upset you were always late for work (As in front desk at a shitty hotel no sinner in all of Hell could care for). Charlie's hotel is a place for sinners to be redeemed and have a spot in Heaven. The only person who supports and even encourages her fantasies is her girlfriend, Vaggie.

You put on a white button-up collared shirt, and some black leggings. You wiggled your feet into your socks and then popping some black heeled boots on. After dressing yourself, you made sure to brush your hair and teeth. Once done, you walked out of your room. To say it was a mess in the hotel would be an understatement, it was chaos. Angel Dust (The Porn Star) was walking around complaining about his job and how annoyed he was, or some crap like that. Charlie was having some intense thoughts about daily activities and trust exercises next to her bulletin board. Vaggie was comforting Charlie, of course.

But, there were some new guests. A winged cat with a top hat behind the bar, a small and fast girl cleaning up the hotel and killing any bugs around with red hair and a singular eyeball. The last guest that had caught your eye was an extremely tall man in all red, with a large smile plastered across his face. He was dressed way too properly for JUST a hotel in Hell, it made you suspicious. You made your way down the long and almost never ending staircase and right to where you should be, the front desk of the hotel. The man with the wide smile then came up to you.

"Hello there!" He said with a grin, tapping his cane against the floor.

You put a smile on your face as you said, "Hello, how can I help? Would you like a room here?" You asked.

With a radio-y laugh the man replied, "Haha! I suppose so. As I'm going to be managing the hotel I must have a place to stay, shouldn't I?"

That's when you frowned. You didn't like the look of this guy, something really seemed OFF. He's completely different from any other sinner in Hell, that much is obvious.

"Come now, Dear! You should be smiling! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" He sounded so cheerful, it irked you. Made your stomach feel like it was in a knot.

"Yeah." Your response wasn't formal or polite, and if Vaggie heard you, she would have been pissed. But you didn't care, this guy was bad news and you were certain that he would be the downfall of everyone in there. "Here's your key, your room number is on it." You said, rolling your eyes.

It seemed he didn't catch your eye roll or the 'tude' in your tone, "Thank you!" He cheered, grabbing the keys from you and walking off with a smile.

As soon as he walked off though, you marched right from behind the counter to where Charlie was.

"Hey, Charlie?" You asked, waiting for her to gather her thoughts as she was still at the bulletin board.

"Hey (Y/N)! What's up? And you've done a great job today, keep it up!" Charlie cheered you on, but it was funny. Charlie didn't even know you had slept in and just started your shift of the day. You had barely done any work. But she was too busy to know that.

"Who's the creeper with the large smile? He said he was gonna be managing the hotel." You questioned, hoping for her to ask who you're talking about. Of course you can only hope.

"Well... that's The Radio Demon. He would like to help us and our hotel." She sounded almost nervous saying that.

"Oh." You had nothing else to say so you just walked off.

It was hard to believe that ꓄ꃅꍟ ꋪꍏꀸꀤꂦ ꀸꍟꂵꂦꈤ was going to 'help us and our hotel'. You'd never seen what he'd look like before, you've heard that he was horrific and to be wary and careful around him. That he'd broadcast his victims screams on his radio show. But what you had seen was nothing more than a clown, a pathetic one. The place he wants to come to after 7 years of absence, is this hotel. The Radio Demon is going to fuck everyone over.

After a few boring hours of waiting at the front desk for anyone else to arrive, you decide it's time to head back to your room. As you begin to walk up the stairs, you hear static in both of you ears. To the point it's all you can hear, it's just now flooding your brain. You cover your ears in an instant and begin to rush up the stairs and down the hall to your room. You ran into your room, ripping the door open and slamming it shut. That's when the static began to die down, finally it was silent. You took a deep breath, sliding down and against the door, you just sat there.

An hour passes and you're knocked out, still propped up against the door. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and then a long waited pause. Soon after, a black shadow comes up through your floor in front of you and stares at you with a wide smirk. It then signals someone to come in. The shadow sinks back through the floor as one of the dual doors is opened. Alastor, The Radio Demon peaks in and sees you against the opposite door. He nudges his way through, and with the snap of his finger you're in your bed and under your covers. He pauses, wondering if he should stay and wait or leave. Eventually, he turns around and leaves, making sure to be quiet when shutting the door.

You're now in a black abyss, standing in the middle of nowhere. It's empty and dark. You begin to walk until you see someone in front of you, with their hands crossed behind their back. You walk closer and closer, until you see Alastor. He turns around and grins. He stretches his arm out as a green chain appears in his hand. Chains are now wrapped around your neck as you fall to your knees and clutch at your neck. It feels bruised and tight, it's hard to breathe. Then suddenly your vision goes dark.

You wake up, gasping for air and clutching at your neck, your hands flinging to your throat as you sit up in a panic. It was just a nightmare, you hardly ever had any. When you calm yourself, your arms drop to your sides and your breathing slows. You were just sitting against your door and now you're in bed, why? Why is all of this happening to you, you think. Lifting your hand to your head as now you have a pounding headache. You wonder if somehow The Radio Demon was the cause of your nightmare, seeing as he was in it. You roll back over and lay down, curling into a ball and bringing the blankets more over yourself. Something has to be done about him.

#alastor x reader smut #alastor smut #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #x reader #reader x alastor #alastor x reader #romance #smut #slow burn #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #angst

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liliamoon · 2 years

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✧ravenclaw playlist✧

it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live

mind over matter — young the giant “I’m in tatters thinking ‘bout her. Taste my disaster, it’s heavy on my tongue.”

little talks — of monsters and men “there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back— well, tell her that I miss our little talks. Soon it will be over and buried with our past.”

east of eden — zella day “call me wild, drinking up the sunshine… denim sky unbuttoned down the middle, spilling out little by little.”

double take — dhruv “spend a summer or a lifetime with me, let me take you to the place of your dreams.”

the louvre — lorde “blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you, but we’re the greatest. They’ll hang us in the louvre.”

are you bored yet — clairo “feels like I’ve known you my whole life, I can see right through your lies. I don’t know where we’re going but I’d like to be by your side.”

midas — skott “saying you’re afraid of passing time— how I wish that there’s a way that we could always, always live for always.”

softcore — the neighborhood “you’re like the sun, you wake me up, but you drain me out if I get too much. I might need you or I’ll break. Are we too young for this?”

like real people do — hozier “I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking, was there in someone that dug long ago.”

medusa — kailee morgue “there’s secrets and riddles that live in these walls, there’s ghosts of past heroes and I hear them call my name.”

meet me in the woods tonight — lord huron “there ain’t language for the things that I’ve seen, and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.”

apocalypse — cigarettes after sex “got the music in you baby, tell me why. You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye.”

That’s all! ﾟ.*･｡

gryffindor playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/685140542509793280/gryffindor-playlist

hufflepuff playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/680000122700120064/hufflepuff-playlist

slytherin playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/687767860056080384/slytherin-playlist

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n7punk · 10 months

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"City of Angels" Fic Notes

CoA is done! This was a fun little ride. It ended up a bit longer than I predicted but this is the first fic in a while that didn’t become a runaway so I’ll take that. Actually nvm I just checked and I predicted this fic would be 15k. Oops. The share link will be up later tonight, but for now, here’s the fic notes!

Playlist:

My playlist for this one was less emotional stuff and more “LA sucks” songs, so it’s shorter, but honestly it worked really well. For me, a playlist is something that either 1) helps with the mood/ideas while I’m writing or 2) something that makes me WANT to write when I hear it because I tie it to those ideas, so the LA songs actually worked really well even where they were less relevant. The emotional songs are all centered around the breakup/conflict at the beginning, but the playlist still worked.

City of Angels — Em Beihold.

LA — The Veronicas.

Arizona Pretty — Kailee Morgue.

The Very First Night — Taylor Swift.

Strangers — FLETCHER.

I’m Not Mad — Halsey.

Good Idea At The Time — The Wombats.

MODERATION — Lilyisthatyou. (I’ll be honest I think I added this when I was writing the club scenes as, like, the kind of background music they would be hearing to get in that mood because it’s not relevant to the rest of the fic, but it is a banger lmao)

Epilogue Life:

For a while, Adora and Catra are infuriatingly vague to the press about each other. They’ll go to events together and act like a couple, telling stories and clearly knowing each other well, but they just get all mysterious when asked questions. Eventually, after many months of dating, they’re a bit more willing to talk about their relationship. At that point they confirm that they are dating and later admit that they went to the same acting school, having known each other since they were kids. It takes a long time — “coincidentally” shortly after Catra’s career really solidifies her as someone to watch for years to come — before it comes out that they were foster kids with the same guardian who trained them in acting. They basically just say “yeah, she was our teacher so it was kind of like being in class 24/7” and don’t comment on it further. They (well, Catra at least) would love to dig into Weaver, but saying anything bad about Weaver is basically signing a ticket to have her try to sell every one of their secrets she knows. The closest they get is when someone bothers Catra about the “mutual guardian” thing with her then-fiancée and she basically snaps “that was not a family, that was a boarding school. We were not her children or siblings” and the clip ends up online. Mysteriously, they never hear anything from Weaver in retribution, but DT soon after stops having a favor owed to them at two different tabloids.

Adora and Catra both settle into each other’s places and lives. They keep calling their places “Catra’s apartment” and “Adora’s house” for a long time because each is definitely more owned by one of them (both legally and practically), but in daily life it really has morphed into the apartment in the city and the private house passed the edges of town. Their relationship rekindles beyond where it used to be and, despite them never really publicly “clarifying” their relationship once they’re on the same page about being traditional girlfriends, everybody treats them as a couple up until the point where they get married and become wives instead.

For a while Adora remains more famous/ubiquitous than Catra, but her career peters down over time while Catra diversifies and has such a range she becomes one of the go-to magicats in Hollywood. Adora is very happy with her moderate success and wildly successful wife, though. I don’t remember if I kept the “joke speculation” about this in the fic, but eventually Adora leaves show business to direct a small children’s theater group with the love and warmth she was missing in her own education. She loves it. She loves working with the kids, she loves the low stakes of community plays, and — as referenced in the fic — she loves stage acting.

Catra keeps up in Hollywood all the way until she’s a gray fox, always attending her award shows with her wife on her arm, which is pretty much the only time Adora steps back into the limelight. Adora had her fun, but her own mental health does better in her new career path. It barely pays, but that’s what Catra and Adora’s old investments/savings are for. Occasionally one of her kids really goes down the Hollywood path and Adora does a little networking for them.

Chapter 1:

⦁ Neck kissing is enough of a thing for Adora that it was a total red flag that it wasn’t doing it for her and I find that hilarious.

⦁ Catra’s reputation for calling shit out really bit her as soon as the public picked up on her interaction with Adora. The theory Adora was secretly racist was slowly gaining some traction within Catra’s fanbase, as well as outside of it when that seemed more scandalous — ie, profitable to talk about — to gossipers/tabloids. Catra had been avoiding Adora for years as she built herself up, but when that started spreading, she reached out for Adora’s sake as much as hers. Being friends with some of Adora’s friends, all the stories she has heard seemed to show Adora as she remembered her and not some egomonster twisted by fame, but even starting to wonder if the Adora she loved still existed and their relationship could be repaired, she stayed away until she had a name of her own to stand on. Partly because of pride and partly, yes, because of the stupid superstition.

⦁ Catra was really trying to puff herself up for the encounter, scared of Adora getting under her skin again, but the end of it really threw her off. She made the dig about Adora’s talent and realized — at least a bit — how much it hurt from the way she retreated, and then Adora backed down which she doesn’t do, and then she said she missed her and left. It was the first step to Catra really starting to consider her again.

⦁ When I went to write the first chapter end note, I realized you could easily consider DITM, ASGNE, and SaD “celebrity” fics, not to mention stuff like 5GR that brushes up against fame in some other way, or even SLAS with the socialite aspect. I only really consider DITM and maybe ASGNE celebrity AUs, though, with the others just dealing with some level of fame or notoriety in their specific area (cosplay, sports, etc).

⦁ I was supposed to do a whole fic extra about this, but I didn’t, so I’m just going to whack it up as a block of text here regarding Adora’s reputation and public perception: Adora came out of nowhere and played a kind of a-typical character to be the lead of an action series. She was so similar to her character and dorky in interviews that she immediately grew a very attached fanbase. You know that gif of Jennifer Lawrence looking at Anne Hatheway at the Oscars “like she’s a unicorn” because she’s fangirling herself that everybody reblogged back in 2014 or whatever? Yeah, that exact gif exists of Adora and was kind of the vibe that inspired her public perception here. That and the girl who played April Ludgate saying weird shit in interviews. Adora seems ~quirky and relatable and down to Earth~ (AKA doesn’t know how to cultivate a public personality or censor herself) so she gets a lot of fans pretty quickly. She has this cocky thing that works for lesbians and this “girl next door” vibe that works on everybody else, so she keeps getting “typecast” in those roles because that’s what everyone wants to see her in and her fans will follow her from movie to movie without hesitation when those similarities are there. Of course, the truth is taking on a totally different character is difficult for her, but between auditions for other stuff not working out and more of that fair calling for her, she has been legitimately typecast at this point. She’s way too honest in interviews and it works out for her. Everybody feels connected to her despite how there are sides of herself — the fragile ones — she never lets anyone see, and she’s a household name with her face synonymous with an entire franchise.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Perfuma was there to make sure they didn’t end up hooking up in the bathroom as much as she was standing guard, it’s just that no one ever said that to Adora. Perfuma was supportive of them reconciling now she was getting to know Catra better, but she thought that just might be counterproductive to it.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Catra knew there was a chance of them meeting at the party since she closely associates Randor’s name with Adora. She assumed Adora wouldn’t happen to be on the other side of the country to come to the party, but it was in the back of her mind as a possibility, so she wasn’t that surprised when Adora showed up. Mostly she was grateful for someone she could seem like she was engaging with socially while really she could just relax.

⦁ I rarely put Catra in skirts but in this case it was insurance to make sure her tuck never showed or anything.

⦁ Imitation is part of my larger universe of fics, with it being one of Catra’s movies that she won an Oscar for in DITM. Gunmetal was one of her movies in that fic, and later one of Sea Hawk’s in ASGNE (he was also in it in DITM), and in this fic it’s the third of Adora’s trilogy of movies.

⦁ Catra’s name being “Beth” in her breakout role is once again a reference to the “her real name is Elizabeth” joke from crew.

⦁ Alright the premise of Adora’s breakout trilogy is basically you have a classic action guy who’s secretly a spy and he’s in love with his next-door-neighbor (Adora) who he greets in the hallway every morning. And then in the first ten minutes of the movie he goes missing, and Adora accidentally witnesses suspicious activity at his place and then he never comes out to greet her in the mornings anymore and it starts her down this track of investigating for herself and finding his secret spy gear and going on a mission to rescue him without any knowledge of the spy organization he actually worked for. The whole movie there’s this assumption by the audience that she loves him back and that’s why she’s going to these lengths. She talks with another character about how they’ve known each other since high school and you think oh when she rescues him there will be a confession, and then she does rescue him and, when he’s finally in the movie again after an hour and 42 minutes (at no point was he shown before that so the viewer is just as unsure as Adora whether he’s still alive), it’s revealed she was his babysitter back in the day (she’s a few years older) and she sees him like a younger brother and has no connection to him like that, on top of being a lesbian with a girlfriend he didn’t know about because it turns out he really didn’t know that much about her at all having only had some conversations with her in the hall after they happened to move into the same building after going to different colleges. It’s partially a joke and partially a commentary, although not as progressive as it’s going for considering they casted a 20-year-old for the female lead and an almost 30-year-old for the male despite him supposedly being younger because in Hollywood women HAVE to be young and attractive. It does solidify Adora’s character though, because she went through all of this just for a guy she once knew as a sweet kid and that she was worried about. The sequels are set up by his spy agency inviting her to join them at the end of the first movie since she proved herself by rescuing one of their own. It’s a good button on the end of a single movie and was also a great setup for sequels when they were greenlit. The last two movies have an overarching story connection with the agency turning out to be corrupt and his capture was an inside job, though they can be viewed individually. He’s, once again, barely in the movies and has been demoted to deskwork (which does end up giving him a critical moment where he witnesses something at the office that blows the corruption open, so he’s still important but not the focus). Adora’s struggles with balancing her secret life with her girlfriend are a sideplot in the sequel and in part III they’ve broken up due to Adora being a shitty girlfriend (big oof, Superzero parallel there but it also hit too close to home for in-universe Adora) and she’s gets a new love interest in the form of a sidekick. At the end they basically found their own agency together after taking down her old one. Lesbians love the power dream. In the first movie (and in later movies, but especially at first where she isn’t a part of this world) the character Adora is playing is basically… herself, but with action hero skills, which is why she was cast, because basically as soon as the team saw her audition they were like. That’s the girl. That’s who we’re trying to get someone to play and that just is her. The movie ended up being successful enough that it spawned a graphic novel followed by a comic book series which ran for years and kind of went off the rails into cloning and shit. Typical comic weirdness tbh, but the technology in the comic is noticeably more futuristic (and impossible) than that in the movies. It’s almost like the comics are set 60 years later.

⦁ Catra started blockers and hormones younger than… like 99% of trans people. Part of there being less transphobia means it’s easier to realize your identity and a Lot easier to get access to healthcare, so her natural voice isn’t deep or anything, but when Adora talks about it getting rough that’s Catra letting go of the training she has done to keep it controlled, not just in pitch, but also in cadence.

Chapter 4:

⦁ The tabloid website description is based off my (likely inaccurate) memories of the one time I stumbled into an article on the extremely trashy Perez Hilton gossip magazine website. My memories of it are that they were being truly disgusting about how a like, 16 year old Disney actress was dressed.

⦁ Being that this is a transphobia lite AU, name/gender change process stuff is better and more effective. Catra got her birth certificate and everything updated at a very young age, so unless someone wanted to dig specifically into name change orders from the county she grew up in the year she did it, it would be very hard to find out she used to have a different legal name or gender.

Chapter 5:

⦁ There’s a lot of talk about Catra being “more” talented, and while it’s right, it’s relative. Adora wasn’t cut out to be a great actress. She has honed the skill until she was capable of doing it, but Catra is more naturally inclined towards it and, having had just as much time to hone her skill, is still better. That doesn’t make Adora untalented, it just means she’s not naturally inclined to acting and she was set up to a losing game when Weaver made sure that was the measure by which she valued them and taught them to value themselves. Of course, Weaver still views Catra as mediocre (because she “doesn’t apply herself” and “surfs on talent without honing her skill”) and she views Adora as having the dedication, making her more favorable, but not having enough because otherwise she would perform better than the “lazy” Catra. She also just views Adora more favorably because 1) she does well at stage-acting, an art Weaver’s shitty intellectualism views as superior (in the way that people writing Adora’s biographies in twenty years will say she was even greater than anyone ever knew because she was a good stage actress too), and 2) talent or not, Adora got more roles, and more results meant she was clearly better. Whatever Adora’s technical faults, Catra’s sour attitude was clearly holding her back. If Catra would “just change” then she could finally live up to her potential, and thus she must be personally spiting Weaver by holding back. Weaver’s view of the world is very self-centered.

⦁ Part of the reason Catra said “never again” despite liking the dance was the possibility of them being seen. It would be easy for the tabloids to paint her as a toy or somehow to diminish her worth with it. The rest was that while it was hot, it could become problematic behavior if it were in a pattern — and maybe behavior in line with the selfish, attention-hungry version of Adora she built up in her head when they broke up.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Catra sends Adora that smile after mentioning sleeping in a limo because she’s thinking about how they almost hooked up in the car, it just kind of went over Adora’s head.

⦁ Alright, hybrids and makeup. So far mentions of Catra’s makeup in others’ fics where she’s “supposed” to be human are the number one immersion breaker for me in those (because I just imagine Catra as a magicat regardless) but I do think hybrids could/would wear it. It varies by species obviously (lizardfolk essentially have scale paint they can wear and claw polish/strains, but nothing else that looks traditional beauty products), but a lot of the hybrids could wear some level of the typical stuff. There’s kind of three camps on Catra’s appearance (full fluff, general fluff but not on some places like faces and hands, or no fur just skin). Obviously in the third she can wear all regular beauty products, but it’s noncanonical and not my usual interpretation. I guess I’m somewhere in between them, but either way the skin just around her eyes could probably take fairly traditional products, and she could wear things like blush if there were a special style of product for it that doesn’t exist in our world to accommodate fluffy cheeks. As such, I think wearing lipstick or eyeliner isn’t out of the question for Catra ever, but things like eye shadow and blush get more iffy depending on your interpretation, and foundation is pretty far out there. All that “possible hybrid products” stuff established, Perfuma’s line has a lot of stuff like that included and that’s part of why Catra was talking about the differences in formula for their different kinds of skin. And if you always picture her hairless then I suppose she was just talking about the colors on different skintones to you.

⦁ I had a whole thing I cut out from this chapter about how Catra transitioned under Weaver but I deleted it for the transphobia. I’m going to cover it here, but like, trigger warning. Basically, context matters a lot, so stuff that’s just problematic for reasons unrelated to transphobia in their world is awful in ours. With it being socially acceptable, Weaver didn’t have a lot of reason to say no to Catra’s transition other than it being expensive, which led to things like Catra borrowing Adora’s clothes until she had outgrown the ones she already had and Weaver would let her buy new ones from the right department now she had to spend the money anyway (did they look much different than the ones she already had since neither of them are super femme? No. Did they feel better? Yes). Adora mentions Catra doing HRT young, which was absolutely what Catra wanted, but the part I cut out was that this was one of her few choices that Weaver fully supported her in. Support is kind of a bad word, though, because the reason she approved was she thought that Catra needed to transition as early as possible if she was going to do it because otherwise she might not fit beauty standards and not get any parts. Growing up ugly might as well be every pageant mom’s worst fear and has little to do with gender in-universe, but IRL this is just horrible. There’s so many people who have thought that they couldn’t/shouldn’t transition because it was “too late” and I didn’t want to include anything like it in the fic. I’m only including it here because I’ve previously thought about how controlling Weaver would be in a situation where either of them transitions (in AUs or canon) so I had to think about what would lead her to supporting it and keeping it “a secret” in this AU over the years of Catra’s fame. At this point revealing Catra is trans wouldn’t gain Weaver anything other than making Catra uncomfortable about strangers knowing her deadname or just thinking about her genitals at all (I’ll never forget that Laverne Cox interview where the interviewer thought for some reason they could/should ask about if she had bottom surgery and she just had to laugh it off and say “I’m very happy with the situation down there” without clarifying).

⦁ Regarding timing, my trans headcanons for them fall in line with my sexuality headcanons for them. Catra knows and falls young, but Adora takes a lot longer and might need a big push. In the case of transitioning, Catra realizes very young she’s a girl and is insistent on the fact no matter what others try to tell her. Adora tries to push through it and doesn’t understand why she can’t live up to macho standards or whatever (or never feels like she is, anyway) until eventually enough shit piles on and the realization breaks that she never wanted that set of standards anyway. She would absolutely be the one to be like “Well I’m just Aware™️ of toxic masculinity because I listen to my female friends so much and that’s why everything feels wrong, no need to question the masculine part tho!” with her blinders on full force.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Adora is continually baffled by Catra’s ability to not measure things or use a recipe.

⦁ Entrapta is primarily a VFX and CGI artist in this verse but not a force on Earth could stop her from hacking sometimes.

⦁ Part of the reason Catra wanted the site down was for Adora’s sake. She knows the joke bothers her too.

⦁ Chapters 5, 6, and 7 are interesting because they all contain a scene that was originally in one of the others. They saw a lot of rearranging, which is the main reason I took three days before posting chapters 4 and 5 as I got 5/6/7 settled. I’m ordering this by how things originally started and putting where they ended up in parenthesis. Originally, Chapter 5 had the morning after scene (CH5), an Instagram scene (deleted, I’ll explain in a sec), the the aquarium scene (CH6), photoshoot scene (CH6), and the confession scene (CH6). Then the fic rolled right into the final chapter, 6, with the talk show (CH7) and Clawdeen scenes (CH7). More stuff from the final epilogue was planned to come after but by then I had new ideas and ended up inserting two new chapters to accommodate them. The cut “Instagram” scene featured Adora seeing Catra with the Star siblings on Jewel’s Instagram story and wondering about where things stood with her and Tali. She tried to focus on her shoot, but that night Catra texted her for a booty call and Adora accepted. It gave Adora some confidence that Catra was coming to her when Tali was more convenient, but she also didn’t know if Catra had just struck out. The truth was that being around someone she used to hook up with got Catra thinking down those lines again (horny) so she called Adora up. This felt like too early or them to hook up again, though, and writing that scene got me thinking about the dynamic between all three of them, which gave me the idea for the club dance scenes. When I initially wrote them, they opened chapter 6 following the confession scene and were really different. It didn’t fit with them already being “official,” even if it was casual. I didn’t want to have two scenes centered around the Tali thing either since it really wasn’t a big deal in their lives, so I cut the earlier Instagram scene in favor of the dancing and moved it to before the confession by moving the photoshoot and confession back to chapter 6. I also wrote the scene in Catra’s kitchen at that time (originally opening CH6) but moved it back because (conversely) it didn’t fit with them not being together yet. That’s when Chapter 6 took it’s final form in the fic. I changed the concept of Chapter 7 to go from “wrap up/epilogue” to “public interacting with their relationship” with epilogue following in Chapter 8. I moved the kitchen scene in to 7 and paired it with the talk show and Clawdeen scenes for the final version in the fic. Whenever I moved a scene, it needed rewriting to fit within the tone of their relationship in its new place in the timeline, but sometimes that was the entire reason I moved scenes. The club/dance scenes did not feel like they took place when their relationship was confirmed, so I moved them back to before it. The scene in Catra’s kitchen didn’t feel like it took place before they were confirmed because Adora should have been freaking out about the implications of people thinking they were dating a lot more, so I moved it after. All these moves still required tweaks, but I think everything flows way better where it is now and the chapters (5, 6, 7, and 8) are all decent lengths rather than the final two chapters turning out to be behemoths. After writing this note, I realized I had to go back and rearrange bullet points in my fic notes too since the relevant scenes had moved LOL

Chapter 8:

⦁ The reason Adora’s house is so far out is because that’s what it takes to get a quiet neighborhood where no one will rat her out to the press. Some of her neighbors recognize her, but so far everyone has been chill.

⦁ I’m putting it here because I kept waiting to squeeze it into the fic and I never did so this is my last chance: Weaver’s “backstory” in this is that she wanted to be a Hollywood star and thought she had gotten her big break when she was cast in a soap opera that showed promise. Season one was so bad it crashed hard and almost sabotaged the careers of anyone associated it. Still, hate watching numbers are still numbers, so it came back for a second season that had such low viewership numbers (since it wasn’t even interesting enough for hate watching really and that kind of thing always has a limit) that it was canceled halfway through and the rest of the filmed episodes never aired. Weaver pretty much never got cast in anything again. When she started to age, she “accepted” it was over since Hollywood likes young and beautiful women. She became an acting teacher, and after one of the children from her first set of classes went on to get a successful role, Weaver saw the dollar signs and the chance to maybe grasp at a fraction of the fame she wanted. She decided to foster two potential cash cows and try to raise them up with her as their stage manager so she can directly attribute their success to her (this was as important to her from a personal vindication standpoint as it was a financial one) and finally say that she clearly had what it took to make it in Hollywood since she could steer others through it, she just got unlucky guys :(

⦁ Before I wrote anything for this AU I predicted it would be 5 chapters and 15k, but by the time I went to post it that... was obviously wrong and I said 6 chapters at 30k. It ended up at 38k and honestly at this point I'm calling that win with my history.

⦁ Okay this AU. is interesting. Normally I would put an “Original Outline” at the end of the chapter summary but this one is really brief so I’m just tacking it onto Chapter 8. The idea for this AU came when I was listening to City Of Angels and went “the Catradora vibes are so here,” so I put it on my possible AUs list as just “City of Angels AU” and moved on, waiting for that idea to catch. A few months later (back in February or March probably?) I randomly got the idea for — essentially — chapter 4. I outlined the award show scene with the stupid golden touch joke, them talking on their date (though when I outlined it the conversation had no context) and then them in the car and going home together after “some party.” I had other fics at the time that I was working on, so it had to wait in line, but it was really stupid and fun. I didn’t have much overarching planning ahead of time, so there’s not much to go over other than stuff like the changes around Chapter 5, 6, and 7, but I will say the old plan was for the stuff I labeled as CH5 to, well, be in chapter 5 and then the final chapter would be award show stuff and them at a party together. As I was writing I watched Eddy Burbank’s video on the death of late night TV and added the interview scene (I find those a lot of fun anyway so it was kind of glaring that one was missing in hindsight) and then the Clawdeen scene just kind of happened and led to other changes. The final scene of the fic was outlined before all the major changes that added two more chapters, but it just added to the roster of scenes that required the buffing out.

Upcoming:

So. Here’s the thing. I kind of promised I wouldn’t do something a long time ago and like, I’ve dabbled adjacent to it, but now we’re. we’re just doing the damn thing. So the next AU is called Trade Today For Tomorrow. And it’s going to be up like, in the next day or two probably. Because I’m insane. I wrote over 7000 words in one day. Actually I did something similar for this project, I had like two 6k~ days. I’m in my unhinged era.

#im fucking INSANE for my next project so i had to edit this so i could post it and be able to start doing that #i mean i finished CoA 4 days ago. ive just been posting every other day while i work on the new thing since its fucking long #but brrrrrrr its almost time so lets get this up tonight #coa #fic notes #ficmeta

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content warnings: alcohol consumption (legal)

Part Six

“Hey, um, I’m going out in a little while. Just thought I’d worn you so you don’t think I disappeared,” I tell Spencer while I finish up washing the dishes from dinner.

It’s Friday night, and my old friend is having that party she asked me to come to. CeCe is picking me up at 9, and we’re going together.

“All right,” he nods, not asking me where I’m going or who I’ll be with like Dad would. It’s not so bad Spencer being here, really.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone with the little shit for the night?” I ask, looking to my little brother as he’s still seated at the table.

Just as Spencer is about to say he’ll be fine, Jack exclaims, “I’m not a little shit.”

“Hey, you can’t say that,” I tell him sternly, pointing my finger at him.

“You said it,” Jack tells me matter of factly.

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

“And that’s why I called you a little shit,” I say, rolling my eyes as I leave the kitchen.

After slipping into a blue dress with a plunge that shows off my chest nicely and reaches high enough on my thighs to be flirty and low enough to be somewhat modest, I fix my hair and makeup. Being a girl is obnoxious sometimes because I just spent half an hour doing my hair and makeup just to make it look like I didn’t do my hair and makeup. I step into a pair of black heels that aren’t too high; I don’t want to be tripping over my feet the whole night. I spray my favorite perfume on my skin before heading out.

Jack’s already in bed sound asleep, and Spencer’s taking a shower upstairs. I slip out the door.

Once I step into the scene, I’m hit with the scent of weed and alcohol. I’m not usually a party person, so two in one week is rare for me, but it’s Spring break and my dad isn’t home to lecture me on the dangers of alcohol.

CeCe and I are greeted by Kailee and her big drunk smile. “You made it!”

After talking for a bit and already feeling overstimulated by the light, sounds, and smells, I push my way into the kitchen to get some alcohol in my system. I’m a firm believer that one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, but I also believe that being the only one sober is boring as hell.

I do two shots and embrace the warmth that spreads through my body. CeCe decides to have one drink since by the time we leave, it’ll be out of her system and she’ll be fine to drive. She grabs a water too.

“Are you getting drunk tonight?” She asks me.

“Maybe. Depends on how much I need to not be boring,” I laugh softly, practically yelling at her over the music.

CeCe and I have known each other since we were in 6th grade. I had moved to Washington DC because my dad took the job as a BAU agent. It wasn’t too far from where we’re from, but a new school was not where I wanted to be.

We had the same backpack and she pointed it out on the first day of school, and then we became best friends from there.

She’s in college in Brooklyn and I’m in NYC, so we’re not far away. We see each other at least twice a week during the school year. We’ve made it work staying friends through puberty, boys, and growing up. It’s a nice system we have going.

The two of us split up ever so often to talk to different people and do different things, her kicking some ass in pool and me beating everyone at darts, but we make our way back to each other after a while.

I’m now 3 shots and one fruity seagrams in, and still feeling good. I’m slightly buzzed, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s only 11. The night is still young.

“Hey,” CeCe hollers over the sounds so I can hear her. “I’ve got to go. Do you want a ride home or do you want to stay?”

“I want to stay! Why are you leaving?” I shout back.

“My mom texted earlier and said my tia’s coming over in the morning. She’s probably going to want to shop all day, and if I don’t go to bed I’m going to be cranky tomorrow,” she says.

“Boo you whore!” I give her a thumbs down. “I’ll get a ride from someone we know.”

She kisses my cheek and says she’ll see me later. After I make sure she gets out okay, I head outside for a game of beer pong. The slight breeze feels amazing against my sort of sticky-from-sweat skin.

I start a game against a hot guy I’ve never met before.

“What’s your name?” He shouts over the table.

“Jade. You?” I yell.

“Hayden. Nice to meet you!”

“You too!”

“You’re gorgeous, but I’m not going easy on you!” He says with a slight grin.

“Didn’t want you to, Hayden!” I laugh a little.

We play a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who takes the first shot at the cups. I win, naturally, and bounce the ball off the table and into one of the cups.

He grins a little wider, takes the cup off the table, and drinks its contents.

“You’re going to get white girl wasted, Hayden,” I shout with a devilish smirk.

Well, the game went on for a while, and it was me who ended up white girl wasted and a loser at the game. I had two cups left by the time he beat me, so I wouldn’t say I did poorly.

I roll my eyes after downing the last cup, his winning cup, and head back into the house. Now, I’m feeling it. All of it. My vision is wonky, my head feels like it weighs a two hundred pounds, and I feel a little like I’m going to throw up.

I check my phone. The blurry numbers on the screen tell me it’s 1:36am or maybe it said 1:38, they kind of look the same when your vision’s altered.

A blonde girl leads me to the couch when she notices the trouble I’m having trying to walk. She sits me down and tells me to stay there for a while.

I nod, looking around. Eventually, I get bored and stand back up. I have to grab onto the nearest thing to me, which happens to be an attractive man, to steady myself.

“Hey,” he grins.

“Hey,” I say back. “You’re cute. But not as cute as this one guy I know. His name is Spencer.” My words are easily enough to understand, but aren’t enunciated as they should be.

The guy gives me a dirty look and walks away. My boobs starts vibrating, and for a minute I think it’s normal. Then, I dig my phone out of my bra.

“Oh my God, speaking of Spencer!” I giggle to myself before answering the phone. “Hiiiii.”

“Jade? Hey, you called?” His voice is deeper than usual, sleepiness laced in it.

I didn’t call. Well, I must’ve butt dialed him- well titty dialed him. We’d exchanged numbers a few days ago just in case.

“Hi, Spencer,” I twirl my hair around my finger. “It’s so funny that you called ‘cause I wa-”

“Are you drunk?” He asks, voice a little less sleepy than it was before.

“What? Why would you ask me that?” I giggle again, trying not to snort. “Yeah, I am.”

“Do you need a ride home?” There’s worry in his voice, but I’m too drunk to hear it.

“Pshh no!” I shout. “You should come join me though!”

“I’m not joining you.”

“Why not?” The pout is evident in my voice. “I’m fun.”

“I’m sure you are,” he says calmly. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

“What time is it?” I ask as if I haven’t just checked the time a little while ago. But I don’t remember what time was on the screen.

“It’s 1:45,” Spencer tells me.

“Hmm. Maybe I need a ride.” I say, my voice a little too fake innocent.

“O-of course. I’ll send an uber and make sure you get home okay,” he says calmly. “Stay on the phone with me.”

“Yes sir,” I laugh.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks me as he assists me in getting out of the uber and to the apartment.

He sounds a little like my father, and it’s annoying.

“Three shots, a strawberry drink that had no business being so good, and however many cups of beer that is used to set up the triangle in pong,” I tell Spencer, leaning on him so I don’t fall face first into the apartment door.

He helps me in, sits me on the couch, and disappears into the kitchen. I make a slightly audible whine when I don’t feel his arms holding me up anymore.

Spencer comes back briefly, a cup of clear liquid in his hands. Wasted me almost believes it’s vodka. The room temperature water makes me frown as I take a drink.

“You really shouldn’t drink that much,” he says, sitting down next to me. “Were you alone?”

“No, silly! I was at a party,” I giggle, making the water I tried to take a sip of bubble.

“I meant at the party. Were you with someone or were you there alone?”

“Are you asking me if I was with a guy,” I smirk, leaning into him goofily.

“No. I’m asking you if you had someone with you to make sure nothing happened,” Spencer says, voice slightly annoyed.

“Oh,” I say and feel a little stupid. “I had my friend there, but she had to leave. But there was this one guy who I played beer pong with. He was cool and offered to walk me upstairs to lay down. But I just sat on the couch.”

In hindsight, he could’ve been offering to take me upstairs to have sex with me, but at the time it seemed like a nice gesture to lay down.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, worry laced in the little brown hairs.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t go upstairs with him,” he says. “But I can walk you up these stairs so you can go to bed. I don’t want you falling.” He points to the staircase behind us.

I laugh once again. “I can walk by myself. I’ve been doing it since I was 10 months old. I’m a pro… well, if I can get these damn heels off.”

I fidget with the straps of my shoes, trying to get them off.

“Here,” Spencer says, leaning down to undo the little buckles.

I slip the heels off and toss them to the side of the couch. “You’re an angel,” the grin on my face probably looks drunken and stupid. “A very handsome angel. With cute hair. I like the boyband look… it’s hot.”

Spencer’s face goes red and he clears his throat nervously. “You should really get to bed. In the morning, I’ll make some toast to soak up the rest of the alcohol.”

“You’re so lame!” I pout, crossing my arms. “Let’s dance!” I reach for his hand but he pulls away.

“C’mon, Jade. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll go to bed,” I say with a groan. “But can you get me some more water first?”

Spencer nods and takes the cup from the coffee table. I tell myself I’ll just lay down for a second, and when he comes back I’ll drink the water and go to my room.

Instead, I lay down for a second and fall asleep on the couch, my somewhat slutty dress still on my body, my makeup still done, and my system still override with alcohol.

—————

I come back into the living room to see she has fallen asleep on my pillow, on my bed for the week.

I don’t mind too much. She needs to sleep it off. I take a seat on the chair, curling up, and close my eyes.

I wish I could’ve been the one to pick her up from the party, but I couldn’t risk leaving Jack here by himself. Sure, he’s asleep, but if anything happened…

I could smell all the beer on her breath when she talked to me. I could also smell weed on her skin, but from what it sounded like she didn’t smoke any.

Her makeup’s smudged under her eyes, and somehow it was almost attractive. Maybe that was just her though. And that dress. I hate myself for stealing a glance at her in that dress, but it was almost impossible to stop myself.

I never noticed how pretty Jade was until this week. How she almost seems delicate, but her confidence - false or not - makes her tougher. How she smells sweet and enticing. How her brown eyes seem to beg for something, I just can’t tell what.

I’m hating myself more now for thinking these things. Not only is she young, but she’s Hotch’s daughter. It’s wrong for me to like the way she smells and take notice of her soft hair and eyes.

When Jade complimented me, her exact words were “handsome angel” and she said my hair was “hot”, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was almost nice to be complimented like that especially by someone like her… but she’s wasted and she probably didn’t even know what she was saying. I won’t bring it up, and I’ll definitely try to push away the blush her words caused me to have.

It makes me extremely relieved that she didn’t go upstairs with that guy she mentioned. I don’t trust guys this age at all. Really, I don’t trust men any age. I work with too many evil-hearted men, and I know what could’ve happened if she followed him up those stairs.

I may be babysitting Jack, but I feel responsible for Jade too. Sure, she’s an adult and can handle herself, but if anything happened to her Hotch would hate me. I would hate me.

Jade makes soft noises in her sleep that sound like a lullaby to my ears, helping me drift off as well.

—————

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is a tv that I don’t have in my bedroom. My eyes trail down until I find that I’m laying on the couch, barely covered by a knitted white blanket. I’m still in my dress, my tits practically falling out of it now.

It takes a second to notice it, but when I do it’s nauseating; my head hurts like a bitch. It’s pounding, probably screaming at me for getting drunk last night.

I can tell I wasn’t asleep long. Especially when my brother isn’t talking to loud and Dad’s not yelling at me to wake up.

Spencer. Spencer is on the chair. He’s asleep, a blanket sprawled over him. He looks kind of peaceful. But uncomfortable. He’s way too long for that chair.

But I stole the couch from him. Shit.

I try to stand up, but I groan, squinting my eyes.

The sleeping man on the chair stirs, opening his eyes slowly. He sees me and he seems to instantly be more awake.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, sitting up.

“If okay translates to ‘like I’ve been hit by a truck’, then yes. I feel okay.”

Spencer stands up, heading for the kitchen. I sit against the couch cushions in agony until he comes back with aspirin and a plate full of toast.

“Carbs help soak up alcohol. Should help with the hangover too, but you’ll probably feel like crap for the rest of the day,” he says, handing me the plate and pills.

I take it gratefully and wash the pills down with the cup of water sitting on the coffee table. “Serves me right I guess.”

“Do you have any memory loss?” Spencer asks me.

“I remember most of the party I think, and I remember sitting on the couch with you, but that’s about all,” I admit. I’m not even sure how I got home, but I’m pretty sure he helped me get here.

He nods. “It’s early. I’m surprised you’re up.”

“Me too,” I groan before taking a bite of the toast.

It’s only 8:47. Which means I slept for around 6 hours. It also means Jack will be up soon.

“How about you go get changed and I’ll get Jack some breakfast.”

I nod my head with compliment. “I may go back to sleep.”

“All right,” he says.

I drag my body upstairs, and peel my dress off with some difficulty. I change into sweatpants and a t shirt, not even bothering to fix the fact that it’s inside out.

By the time I wake up again, I hear voices downstairs. One belongs to Spencer and another belongs to… it’s my dad.

I can barely hear them, but I can make out the words.

“They’re both napping upstairs.”

“Both of them?” My dad chuckles a little.

“Yeah, Jade said she didn’t sleep well last night, so she went back to bed,” Spencer tells him.

He’s covering for me. I appreciate it. Even though I’m 21, almost 22 in fact, my dad hates when I get drunk. He says it’s dangerous and alters my ability to make rational decisions. And just because that’s true, it doesn’t make it any less obnoxious.

I get out of bed, and notice my head feels a lot better. It still hurts, and I’m still slightly hungover but it’s nothing like it was. I check the time on my clock. 12:24.

Jack’s probably only been asleep for 15 minutes or so, so I don’t wake him up to tell him Dad is here.

Instead, I brush the alcohol and morning breath out of my mouth, take my smudged makeup off, and go downstairs to greet my father.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he laughs softly, looking up at me as a I walk down the steps.

I ignore his obvious teasing at my appearance and give him a hug. It has been a while since I’ve seen him.

He picks me up within the hug, planting a kiss on my head. “I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, Dad,” I smile softly, ruffling his hair as he sets me down. “How was the business trip?”

“It was good, but I’m happy to be home.”

I resist the urge to make a jab at how he probably won’t be home long. He never is.

“Thank you again, Reid,” he says to Spencer. “I’ll have to get you a coffee.”

“Try ten,” Spencer joked.

“Noted,” my dad said with a nod and a faint smile.

He’s always been so serious. Especially now that Mom is gone. But sometimes he’ll let himself smile or his eyes soften.

“Thanks for taking care of my babies.”

“Dad, I’m 21” I say, rolling my eyes. “He was Jack’s babysitter not mine.”

“Still my baby,” Dad says stubbornly.

“It was no problem, really,” Spencer tells him. He grabs his things and starts to head out.

He looks at me briefly and I mouth the words “Thank you” to him. He nods and leaves the apartment.

I watch him leave, feeling a little sad to see him go. It was a nice week. Instead of some older guy I was obsessed with years ago, he seemed like my friend.

seven

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The journey back home was exhausting BUT I'm okay now -Danny Words: 2,591 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Still' -by Kailee Morgue

IV: And I Said No, You Know, Like a Liar

"Leo," Annabeth tries for the tenth time. "Did Octavian trick you somehow? Did he frame you, or—"

"No." Leo's pale and shaking. "The guy was a jerk, but he didn't fire on the camp. I did."

"On purpose?" Frank stares at him like he's insane... and he might be.

"No!" The boy closes his eyes, trying to remember. "Well, yes... I mean, I didn't want to. But at the same time, I felt like I wanted to. Something was making me do it. There was this cold feeling inside me—"

"A cold feeling," Annabeth echoes like she knows what that means.

"Yeah," Leo looks at her. "Why?"

"Annabeth," Percy calls from below deck. "We need you!"

Leo leans against the mast defeatedly, he got all of his friends hurt and he's just about ready to puke, which softens Annabeth's conduct.

"He'll be fine," she tells him, referring to Jason. "Frank, I'll be back. Just... watch Leo. Please. Ara, coming or staying?"

"I'll stay," she replies.

Once the others are gone, Ara speaks again.

"Look at me," she demands.

Leo's lip quivers and he closes his eyes. Ara reaches for his face, her fingertips are cold and they alleviate the pain in his temples. He doesn't look at her yet, too ashamed to face her.

"It's okay. You didn't hurt me."

"I tried to," he replies hoarsely. He can feel Ara absorbing his guilt with the empath touch, and he doesn't know how to stop it, so he pushes her hands away. "I don't—I would never—"

"I know," she brushes his curls back, trying to ease him. "I'm okay."

She can't shake off the feeling that this is her fault... that this is the curse manifesting at last. Maybe Leo short-circuited after he came into contact with the Romans, and the ancient part of his soul remembered something and tried to fix a past mistake.

Whatever the reason, Ara has to correct it before it gets worse. She turns to Frank. "Dragon boy. I saw you in my dreams, you looked after my brother. Thank you."

Frank doesn't know how to respond to that, so he points to the laurels that fell off her belt. "I think that's yours."

Ara glances at the crown, but she doesn't pick it up. "Yeah, leave it there, nothing will happen to it."

"Your name isn't Sammy?" Frank blurts out randomly, looking at Leo.

Leo snaps his eyes open just to glare at Frank. "What kind of question is that?"

"Nothing. I just—Nothing. About the firing on the camp... Octavian could be behind it, like magically or something. He didn't want the Romans getting along with you guys."

Ara appreciates Frank's willingness to believe them even though they're probably the most unnerving kids he'll ever meet, and even though his girlfriend spent most of the feast staring at another boy.

"Well, if Leo wasn't in control of himself," she stands up. "I'll find out who was, and I'll take care of it."

"Thank you... Strategus." Frank clears his throat.

She smiles. "Call me Ara."

"Hey," Leo speaks, still in a bad mood. "I should talk to Festus and get a damage report. You mind...?" He gestures at the rope.

Ara unties him and Frank helps him to his feet. "Who is Festus?"

"My friend. His name isn't Sammy either, in case you're wondering. Come on. I'll introduce you."

We're waiting for Nico in the arena. I'm using a real sword today, Mike won't join us so I seized the opportunity.

Nico shows up with a greenish face, dark circles have appeared under his eyes, and he isn't as lively as usual.

"What's wrong?" I check his temperature. "You okay?"

"I had a weird dream," he says weakly.

Lily and I share a look. Now that we know who his godly parent is, we suspect Nico's going to get some hints about it too. We can't allow that while his sister is away.

"I'm sorry. I must've made you nervous by telling you about my Iris message to Percy..."

I talked to my brother the other night—my mom was there too, but I don't wanna think about that part—and he said Bianca was okay, but I think telling Nico only worsened his anxiety.

He pushes my hand away from his face. "I'm fine! Let's train."

Lily gives me another look. Percy needs to bring Bianca back to camp, I don't know how to help Nico.

"The port aerial oars have to be fixed before we can go full speed again. We'll need some repair materials: Celestial bronze, tar, lime—"

"What do you need limes for?"

"Dude, lime," Leo gets a little impatient when others can't keep up with his thoughts. "Calcium carbonate, used in cement and a bunch of other— Ah, never mind. The point is, this ship isn't going far unless we can fix it."

Festus makes a couple of other noises and Leo nods.

"Oh... Hazel! That's the girl with the curly hair, right?"

"Is she okay?" Frank asks anxiously.

"Yeah, she's fine. According to Festus, her horse is racing along below. She's following us."

"We've got to land, then."

"She's your girlfriend?" Ara asks, noticing the lavender hue around him.

Frank takes a second to respond. "Yes."

"You don't sound sure," Leo teases him.

"Yes. Yes, definitely. I'm sure," he replies defensively.

Leo raised his hands. "Okay, fine. The problem is we can only manage one landing. The way the hull and the oars are, we won't be able to lift off again until we repair, so we'll have to make sure we land somewhere with all the right supplies."

"Where do you get Celestial bronze?" Frank asks. "You can't just stock up at Home Depot."

"Festus, do a scan."

"He can scan for magic bronze?" Frank wonders. "Is there anything he can't do?"

"You should've seen him when he had a body," Ara sighs.

The memory of a whole Festus seems to worsen Leo's already terrible state of mind. Percy and Annabeth come back on deck together, both looking stressed. Leo steps forward. "Is Jason—?"

"He's resting," Annabeth announces. "Piper's keeping an eye on him, but he should be fine."

"Annabeth says you did fire the ballista?" Percy eyes him.

"Man, I—I don't understand how it happened," Leo stammers. "I'm so sorry—"

"Sorry?" He steps closer menacingly.

"Percy, really, don't start," Ara warns him.

"Don't start?" The boy repeats aghast. "He started it!"

Annabeth places a hand on his chest and pulls him back. "We'll figure it out later. Right now, we have to regroup and make a plan. What's the situation with the ship?"

Festus talks again, and Leo sighs in relief. "Perfect."

"What's perfect?" Annabeth asks. "I could use some perfect about now."

"Everything we need in one place," Leo declares. "Frank, why don't you turn into a bird or something? Fly down and tell your girlfriend to meet us at the Great Salt Lake in Utah."

Frank obliges quickly, and then Percy moves forward.

"Ara, can we talk?" He asks, glaring at Leo.

Ara's not in the mood to deal with her brother. "Later. I have to patch up Leo."

"I'm okay—"

"You're not," Ara shuts him up. "Sit down and let me do my job."

Leo fixes his gaze on the controls, embarrassed and miserable. Ara turns to Annabeth and looks at her with pleading eyes. "I got this, you can go."

"C'mon," Annabeth pulls Percy back. "I'll show you where your cabin is."

It's the two girls versus him, and he's never been able to win those battles. When the couple leaves, Ara turns back to Leo going back to her gentle tone.

"Hey—"

"Don't patronize me," he leans on the control board, eyes fixed on the monitor. "Please. You told me once that pity parties are good for nothing. Don't throw one now."

"Alright," Ara replies with a strong voice. "I've got a bruised rib, my brother doesn't like you, and you're a war criminal in New Rome. But..." She tries to reach for his hand, and when Leo doesn't move away, she holds it firmly. "You sound so smart when you ramble about construction materials—it's kinda hot, honestly."

Leo sighs heavily, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "You think that'd make me feel better, but..."

Ara clicks her tongue. "You were being used, Leo. And I've got proof," she grabs his face and forces him to look at her. "You called me Arae before leaving and I hated it."

He blinks and frowns. "So what? You don't like your name, that's not new."

"Ever since we met you call me Doll, Sunshine, Cielo—or Corazón when you're feeling extra cheesy," she teases him. "You only call me Arae when it's the two of us and we're being serious, but when you did it then... it felt like a stranger was talking to me."

Ara steps back, feeling a little crazy.

"It sounds stupid, but you pronounce it in a very specific way. Whoever talked to me, wasn't you."

Leo glances at the panel and radars on the control board, but he's thinking of how she called him Leónidas while trying to make him snap out of his trance, and how she almost succeeded because it feels different when she says it.

"Your brother should stay mad at me anyway, if it hadn't been for him—"

"Don't even," Ara rolls her eyes. "You know I can kick your ass any time."

"But it wasn't me!" Leo reminds her with frustration. "How are you not angry? I ruined everything! Even the ship we broke our backs building for six months!"

She can't tell him that she's not mad because she's sure this is the curse's fault, that's only going to make him spiral into a whole new crisis. Besides, she is angry, but mostly at herself, so she can't correct him unless she wants to get lectured.

"Big prophecies are never easy..." She squeezes his shoulders. "You wanna sulk for the rest of the day? Be my guest, but let's fix the ship while you're at it."

Leo shakes his head, tilts his head to the side, and plants a soft kiss on her knuckles. "Alright. I can do that."

"Cool. Now sit down and let me heal your head," Ara lightly runs her fingers through his curls. "We can be miserable together after I'm done with this."

"Fun date ideas," he replies, the tiniest smile on his face.

Leo manages to land the ship on the water. He's still not talking much, but Ara knows he'll need time to feel like himself again. As they approach the stairs, they hear hooves behind them and they turn, finding Hazel and her horse on deck.

"How—?" Leo stumbles back. "We're in the middle of a lake! Can that thing fly?"

"Arion can't fly," Hazel explains over the loud whines of the horse. "But he can run across just about anything. Water, vertical surfaces, small mountains—none of that bothers him."

"Oh."

Ara notices the way Hazel keeps looking at Leo, and whatever it is that has her so fascinated, it's starting to get annoying.

"General," Coach Hedge shows up with his bat. She'd almost forgotten he was on the ship with them. "Does this count as an invasion?"

"No!" Leo and Ara say at the same time.

"Um, Hazel," Leo says awkwardly, "you'd better come with us. I built a stable belowdecks, if Arion wants to—"

"He's more of a free spirit." The girl says, diving off the animal's back. "He'll graze around the lake until I call him. But I want to see the ship. Lead the way."

Ara and Leo guide her downstairs, but more than awkward, it's unsettling. Hazel is glowing lavender, and Ara isn't a jealous girl, or at least she doesn't think she is, but no one has paid attention to Leo like this before, and she's having trouble tolerating it.

They walk past Jason's cabin, where Piper is looking after him, and then they reach the mess hall where the rest of the crew is.

"So we've landed," Percy says, staring at one of the screens showing Camp Half-blood. "What now?"

"Figure out the prophecy?" Frank suggests.

"Which one?" Ara says sarcastically.

"I mean... that was a prophecy Ella spoke, right? From the Sibylline Books?"

"The what?" Leo asks.

Frank explains that Ella spat out a prophecy from an old collection of books. Ara's secretly glad the harpy didn't notice her, she doesn't want to hear her prophecy again, let alone recited by a crazy harpy.

"That's why you didn't tell the Romans," Leo guesses. "You didn't want them to get hold of her."

"Ella's sensitive," Percy scowls at the Camp Half-blood scenery. "She was a captive when we found her. I just didn't want... It doesn't matter now. I sent Tyson an Iris message, told him to take Ella to Camp Half-Blood. They'll be safe there."

"Let me think about the prophecy," Annabeth leans on the table. "Right now we have more immediate problems. We have to get this ship fixed. Leo, what do we need?"

"The easiest thing is tar," Leo starts right away. "We can get that in the city, at a roofing-supply store or someplace like that. Also, Celestial bronze and lime. According to Festus, we can find both of those on an island in the lake, just west of here."

"We'll have to hurry," Hazel says. "If I know Octavian, he's searching for us with his auguries. The Romans will send a strike force after us. It's a matter of honor."

Leo makes a face. "Guys... I don't know what happened. Honestly, I—"

"We've been talking," Annabeth interrupts him. "We agree it couldn't have been you, Leo. That cold feeling you mentioned... I felt it too. It must have been some sort of magic, either Octavian or Gaea or one of her minions. But until we understand what happened—"

"How can we be sure it won't happen again?" Frank inquires.

"I'm fine now," Leo assures him. "Maybe we should use the buddy system. Nobody goes anywhere alone. We can leave Piper and Coach Hedge on board with Jason. Send one team into town to get tar. Another team can go after the bronze and the lime."

"Split up?" Percy frowns. "That sounds like a really bad idea."

Ara crosses her arms, challenging her brother. "I'll go with Leo. If anything happens to him, I can take care of it."

Percy's eyes flash with annoyance. "Ara—"

"It'll be quicker," Hazel intervenes, smartly guessing an argument between Ara and Percy isn't quick to put out. "Besides, there's a reason a quest is usually limited, right?"

"You're right," Annabeth agrees. "The same reason we needed the Argo II... outside camp, eight demigods in one place will attract way too much monstrous attention. The ship is designed to conceal and protect us. We should be safe enough on board; but if we go on expeditions, we shouldn't travel in groups larger than three or four. No sense alerting more of Gaea's minions than we have to."

Percy glares at Ara sending a clear message. This isn't over. He turns and holds Annabeth's hand. "As long as you're my buddy, I'm good."

"Oh, that's easy," Hazel smiles. "Frank, you were amazing, turning into a dragon! Could you do it again to fly Annabeth and Percy into town for the tar?"

"I...I suppose," he hesitates. "But what about you?"

"I'll ride Arion with Sa—with Leo and Ara," she quickly corrects herself. Ara remembers Frank called Leo "Sammy". Is that some old friend of theirs? "We'll get the bronze and the lime. We can all meet back here by dark."

Frank doesn't look happy about this arrangement, and neither is Ara, but maybe she absorbed a bit too much of Leo's disheartenment.

"Guys, if we get the supplies, how long to fix the ship?" Annabeth continues.

"With luck, just a few hours."

"Fine," the blonde girl gets up. "We'll meet you back here as soon as possible, but stay safe. We could use some good luck. That doesn't mean we'll get it."

"I don't need luck, Annabeth," Ara seizes Almighty and stares at the symbols on it, the needle is completely still. "Just a deadline."

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