#like soooo brave and daring like she’s so cool????
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then came the morning (aka: the post - canon cuddle fic)
The work in progress is finally done! I’ve been chipping away at it for the past couple weeks now, and it’s gone through many drafts / iterations, but I think I’m finally happy with it. :)
Title from an album by the Lone Bellow.
The first time the two of them “shared a bed” was about as awkward as one might imagine. The initiating circumstances were hardly any better.
The heating apparatus in their quarters had given out a week or so back in a spectacular fit of dust - laden wheezing. The engineering crew called in to inspect it informed them that it couldn’t be fixed until they could pick up the right parts at the nearest trading post (which was naturally thousands of klicks away on the ragged edge of nowhere). With the ambient heat from the nearby engine room seeping through the wall, the conditions were deemed “unpleasant but survivable.” They were issued two extra threadbare blankets and told in tersely formal military - speak to deal with it.
And they’d dealt with it really well for a while! They grit their teeth and carried on like a couple of champs: Harrow, having been thoroughly warned against using her magic too frequently, layering on spare cloaks and sweaters until she almost disappeared under a mountain of black fabric; Gideon curling up close to the engine room wall and wincing when the cold sent spiteful twinges shooting through her still-very-busted knee.
But then one night their grand flagship of the revolution chugged through a particularly empty sprawl of space and began to slow down. The heat from the engine room guttered like a candle flame. Frost spiderwebbed across the thin plex of their window. Harrow’s breath showed in thin wisps of vapor as she huffed, glaring down at the pages of her book like she wanted to reprimand the cold for daring to interrupt her studies.
Gideon had half a mind to encourage her to try (that glare could stop a full - fledged Lyctor in their tracks, who knew what other horrifying powers it possessed?), but thought better of it when she saw the genuine exhaustion in the other girl’s eyes.
“You doing alright over there, my vulturine vicar?” she asked. “I know it takes some time to absorb all that good bone knowledge, but you haven’t turned a page in like half an hour.”
The thunderous look on Harrow’s face darkened further as she set her book aside with an exasperated thump. “This is ridiculous. I studied in the depths of Drearburh for years without any issue, and yet here I am struggling to focus like a novice. It isn’t even that cold.” She bit her lip as a shiver ran through her at the words.
“Evidence seems to suggest otherwise, o mistress of melancholy. Do you want me to go ask that guy in the supply room for another blanket? He still owes me for his son’s fencing lesson.”
Supply room guy didn’t really owe her anything, but she knew that mentioning it would make Harrow feel better. If she could believe that the nice things Gideon did for her were actually for Totally Self - Serving, Debt - Settling reasons, she could accept them without feeling guilty.
(Guilt had haunted Harrow more than ever upon returning to her own body, making it hard to breathe on good days and leaving her shaking with sobs on bad ones.
It was one of those fun little things they had in common.)
From the way Harrow’s shoulders stiffened, though, it seemed that Gideon Nav’s patented Guilt Workaround wasn’t going to be as effective as usual. She shook her head - a stiff little gesture that made her earrings rattle - then sighed.
“No. Thank you, though, it’s kind of you to offer.”
The thank you was sincere, and that was admittedly pretty nice, but all the sincerity in the world wouldn’t change the fact that Harrow was still very obviously shivering. She looked miserable beneath her usual mask of face paint and stoicism. The dark red bead of blood-sweat trailing down her temple indicated that she'd probably tried using some kind of homeostasis theorem, but it wasn't working well enough.
There had to be a solution to this problem somewhere. Harrow's stubborn pride meant that she wouldn't accept help outright - she would sooner set her books on fire than admit what she thought of as a weakness - but if Gideon could play it just right, maybe she wouldn't have to. It would need to be done carefully - too sappy and she'd be uncomfortable, too straightforward and she'd balk. Casual, Gideon decided. Nice and casual was the way to go. It would just be a matter of execution.
"Soooo," she said at length, leaning back against the wall all cool and easy. (She folded her arms up behind her head as an afterthought, appreciating the way it made her still-atrophied-but-getting-there muscles stand out through the thin fabric of her shirt. Confidence boosts were going to be scarce and sorely needed in the conversation to come - she’d take them where she could get them.)
Naturally, Harrow did not appreciate the change in tack or the cool-and-easy-ness. She did, however, manage to muster up a look so steeped in wary disapproval that it cut through her earlier frustration like a hot knife through bone marrow. “So.”
“You sure about that blanket? Because really, it would only take me a second -”
“I’m sure. Thank you.”
“Then, um, did you want to borrow mine?”
Harrow blinked. “You need yours.”
“Yeah, I know! I meant that we could maybe - share. Pool our resources.” She patted the edge of her bunk gamely, then instantly regretted it when Harrow’s eyes narrowed even further.
“You want us to sleep together?”
"No? I mean, technically, but no. In the literal way. Not the other way.” Well maybe the other way sometime if you wanted to but that’s a whole other weird conversation that we probably shouldn't touch with a ten foot pole or we might explode.
"How exactly would that work?" The caution was still heavy in Harrow's voice, but some of the disapproval had ebbed away.
"I mean. We'd probably need to use my bed, since my sheets aren't covered in gross bone gobbets, but you could bring your blankets over and layer 'em over mine and then we'd have twice the blankets! And, you know, body heat. Which has its perks." Even Gideon's cool-and- easy-ness faltered at that, but she bravely soldiered on. "The point is, we'd both be warm."
"And it won't - make things weird?"
"Nope! Not weird. All perfectly chill, my shivering scion."
Harrow paused for a moment, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'll get ready for bed," she said at last, clipped and decisive. "And I'll think about it."
"Take your time. I'll be here."
Moments later, after the shivering scion had swept grandly out of the room, Gideon's Thinking Brain crashed unceremoniously into her Talking Brain. Things were not, in fact, going to be perfectly chill. There were going to be some logistical problems with this arrangement. Big logistical problems.
Big logistical problems namely revolving around the mutually exclusive facts that the midnight monarch was not especially comfortable with touch, and Gideon Nav, space - bee slayer and resurrected badass, was a sleep cuddler.
Or, well, she was in theory. She didn’t have much (any) “real world” experience to go on, but she’d woken up many, many times back on the Ninth with a bundle of blankets wrapped up in her arms or nestled close to her chest. The habit had never really embarrassed her back then - she actually kind of liked it. She felt warmer and less lonely when she had something to hold, even in the frigid emptiness of her cell.
But that was back then. Things were different in the here - and - now. Harrow was in the here - and - now, and Gideon would never forgive herself if she ruined things with Harrow right when their relationship was on the upswing. They were actually talking, slowly figuring out how to work together again. The furious, tearful intensity between them in the wake of their reunion had calmed and warmed into something almost like real friendship.
After all that had happened - everything that had gone wrong over the past year and a half - they’d found a fragile sort of peace. There was no way in Hell she was going to ruin that peace now.
So while Harrow swished about getting ready for bed, Gideon leveled with herself and laid down some ground rules. Don’t make this weird, Nav. Make sure she’s comfortable, give her her space, and don’t think about cuddling with her.
...even though it would probably be warmer, and she has shitty necro circulation and essentially no body mass so she needs all the warmth she can get, and she gets that kinda soft peaceful look on her face when - no, fuck, see? You’re doing it already. Even if she did like you like that, which she absolutely doesn’t because she’s got a good old-fashioned frostbite girl back home, that’s not what you’re here for. You’re her cav. Her sworn sword. You’re here to do your job and make sure she doesn’t get her thumbs bitten off again. That’s it.
“You’re staring.”
Harrow’s voice cut sharp as a bone shard through Gideon’s nervous thought - spiral. Having apparently completed her grim evening rituals, she’d settled lightly on the far edge of the to - be - shared bed, countless dark layers poofing out around her like the feathers of a posturing crow. Her face was flecked with dots of gray from scrubbing off her paint, and her short hair stuck up in messy licks of black fluff despite her increasingly irritated attempts to smooth it flat.
It shouldn’t have been endearing. It really, really shouldn’t have.
It was.
Gideon was so screwed.
“Shit,” she muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face to ground herself. She glanced over to meet Harrow’s eyes (and wow, was that a mistake, they were as mesmerizing a swirl of black and gold as ever), then forced a smile like she wasn’t screaming internally. “Sorry. Zoned out a little. You good to go?”
The wryly exasperated glint in Harrow’s eyes made them glow even brighter in the dim light. “Yes, I’m ‘good to go,’ thank you. Are you, though? You look … troubled.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Think nice, normal thoughts. Don’t let her know. She cannot know.
“I’m always good, my chthonic countess,” she lied, smooth as could be, throwing in a roguish wink for good measure. That was distractingly stupid enough, it was bound to work.
Harrow frowned. “Why are you blinking like that?”
The roguish wink apparently had not worked.
“No reason! Just dust. In my eye. Lots of very rude dust landing right in my eye. Anyway. How are we doing this?”
A flicker of genuine, anxious concern ghosted over Harrow’s face as her frown deepened.
“Gideon,” she began, in that slow, reluctant way of hers that heralded Incoming Indignity. “I know that you were the one to suggest this, but I want to impress upon you that if you aren’t - certain about it, there is another possible solution.”
She cast around the room for a moment and reached for a massive, dusty tome at the top of a nearby stack, flipping determinedly through the pages. “I've had the idea for some time, but I only just managed to convince our commanding officer that I could use theorems 'responsibly' without their constant supervision, so I haven't been able to test it until now. Small - scale thanergetic fission reactions produce sparks of flame that, if handled extremely carefully, could give off enough heat - "
“Wait.” Gideon held up a hand, her own anxious brain jolting back online at the word flame. “Wait, wait, wait. Harrow. Seriously? The concern is sweet, don’t get me wrong, but your other solution is death - fire?”
“I said that it was a possibility,” she snapped back, that old brittle defensiveness calcifying over the vulnerability in her voice. Her posture straightened with a great rustling of robes: shoulders back, chin high, eyes gleaming with disdainful pride as the bones scattered about their room twitched to life. Looking for all the world like she had when they were ten - twelve - fourteen - sixteen, bitter and vicious and spoiling for a fight.
She seemed to realize it right when Gideon did. Her eyes widened, then closed. The bowstring tension in her shoulders slowly ebbed away as her half - formed constructs clattered to the floor. “Sorry,” she said at last, her voice a threadbare murmur. “I’m sorry. That was - uncalled for.”
“It’s a reflex. I get it.” And she did - she’d done the same thing countless times, had a hand on her sword and a barbed insult on her tongue without even thinking about it.
Another one of those fucked up things they had in common.
An uneasy silence settled between them, broken only by the rumbling hum of the engines, the thud of footsteps in the hall.
“I meant it, you know,” Harrow said, after a long moment. “About other options. It was a half - baked and immature attempt, but I wanted to give you an out if you were uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I know, my sepulchral sage. I appreciate it. Half - baked immaturity and all.” She bumped her shoulder gently against Harrow’s, then flopped back on the bunk to stare up at the low ceiling. “Are we, like, committing to honesty hour tonight? How deep into feelings do you want to get?”
“As deep as is comfortable.”
“That’s what she said.”
“It’s a reasonable thing for her to say.”
Another hush fell over them, marginally more comfortable than the last, as Gideon worried her lip between her teeth and counted the cracks in the ceiling above her. There were nine of them in total. Go fucking figure.
A bony finger poked her in the side after a few cycles of counting. “Were you going to elaborate, or was that all just a set - up for one of your charming jokes?”
“I can’t believe it took you eighteen years to finally admit that they’re charming, but no, that’s not why I said it. I’ll lay bare my tender squishy heart for you, penumbral lady. Because you asked so nicely.”
Because I think you might already have it.
No avoiding it now. Might as well bite the bullet and dive in.
“I was on board with the cuddle thing from the beginning, but I felt like you wouldn’t be, and I panicked. You probably already knew that because you’re way more creepily observant than you have any right to be, but there it is. Out in the open.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could just run away and hide from the other girl’s piercing gaze. “I just don’t want to fuck things up with you, Harrow. I feel like we’ve got a kind of good thing going now. You haven’t called me a useless halfwit in forever, and I haven’t called you a heinous bitch in forever, and I haven’t wanted to. That’s unheard of for us. I don’t want it to go away.”
Her voice cracked, and the most damning words burst forth like flowers through concrete: “I don’t want to give you a reason to shut me out again.”
The memories of those nine months flashed in fragmented mosaic through her mind - the slick stone walls of the well, the freezing churn of the water, the burn in her muscles as she desperately thrashed up toward the surface and reached for someone who didn’t even know she was there. The gut - wrenching loneliness that defined her entire fucking life coalescing in that pit of brackish darkness. The chant rattling on loop in her mind as the water pulled her under: Harrow, what happened, what did you do, why the fuck did you leave me here, I had a purpose, I threw myself on that goddamned rail for a reason, was that not enough for you?
Was I not enough for you?
A cool, fine - boned hand laced with hers and squeezed, just once. The memories blurred.
“Gideon,” the voice that had haunted her all that time said. “You know - you have to know that isn’t why I did it.”
“Why did you, then?”
A tiny hitch of breath. A soft, almost incredulous laugh. Then:
“Because I loved you.”
The words hung heavy in the frozen air.
“You - what?”
“I loved you.” She said it so simply. Like it was something she’d come to terms with long ago. “I loved you beyond reason, and for once in my life I wanted to do right by you and keep you safe as you did me. The motivation doesn’t justify a moment of it, I won’t pretend it does, and I can’t even begin to erase the hurt it caused you. But I need you to understand that it was never because of something you did wrong. You are good, darling. Good to the core. You always have been.”
Bright spots bloomed before Gideon’s eyes as her reeling mind fought to catch up. Three thoughts sprang unbidden to the forefront:
Mmf.
And: Darling?
And:
“Loved. You said ‘loved.’ Why the past tense?”
She sat there, staring blankly up at the ceiling, half - expecting a don’t be presumptuous, Griddle or something even remotely normal, at least. What she got instead was another laugh, halting and shaky and suddenly deeply bitter. The hand in hers went rigid and drew away.
“I came to my senses. I remembered the countless awful things I’ve done. Saw myself for the leech that I am. I’ve taken and taken and taken from you, over and over again, torn away at your life like a scavenger, I can’t steal anything more - “
“Who said anything about stealing?”
For the first time since the grand awkward commencement of honesty hour Gideon felt a genuine smile bloom across her face. “Come on, Nonagesimus, give me some credit. You honestly think I would have stuck around this long if I didn’t know what I was giving you? If I wasn’t getting something out of it too?”
“What could you possibly be getting out of it?”
“You. I like you. Like, a lot. More than I ever thought I would. And I know the brain weasels are going to start yammering about how that’s impossible, and you don't deserve it, and we've still got a mountain of baggage left to work through, but I’ve thought about it a lot and I really mean it. Having you with me has made this whole shitty thing infinitely less shitty."
With a surge of sudden bravery and dizzy emotion, she reached out to take Harrow's hand again and, giving her ample time to pull away, pressed a feather - light kiss to the back. “If you want me here too, sunshine - as your cav or your friend or something else - then I'm not going anywhere."
Harrow closed her eyes, took a deep shuddering breath, and - smiled. A real one, slow and hesitantly sweet, lighting up her careworn face. "I need to think about it - we both should think about it. But I do want you here, in whatever way you want to be."
"Yeah? Cool."
"Cool."
Silence settled upon them for the third time that night, but this time it was different. It was soft and tentative, fragile and new, like budding grave - flowers reaching for the sun. First flowers, the both of them, clawing up out of the grit and finding a way to bloom.
"Should we go to sleep now?" Harrow asked at last, her rasping voice low and quiet. "It's getting late."
"We probably should. Cam and Pal are gonna kill us if we're not up by 6:00 tomorrow. Are you still up for this, though? Like, the whole 'two girls, chilling in a military bunk, zero feet apart 'cause they're freezing and also maybe like each other' thing?"
"Yes. On one condition."
"Anything."
"This might be difficult for you."
"Seriously, Harrow, just tell me. Name it and it's done."
"No sex jokes."
She heaved a sigh, mock - exasperated and so stupidly fond. "As you wish, my dearest darling death omen. As you wish."
It took a while to get comfortable - with Harrow's knobby elbows jabbing Gideon in the stomach, Gideon's clunky knee brace getting tangled in the sheets, the blankets collectively giving up and puddling on the floor at least ten times - but eventually, like everything else, they made it work. They fumbled through the sleep - cuddling confession with an admirable lack of panic on both sides, culminating in a firm agreement that they would let each other know the moment they were at all uncomfortable and an "I trust you" from Harrow so pure in its sincerity that it would be ringing through Gideon's mind for at least a myriad.
Harrow was the first to fall asleep, curled up tight in a cocoon of black fabric, the dark crown of her head just barely brushing the sunburst scar on Gideon's chest. Her shallow breaths fell into an even, steady rhythm, interspersed with whistling snores that Gideon was definitely going to tease her about when her heart was less of a melted puddle of goo.
The minutes slipped by warm and slow as drops of honey as her own eyes grew heavier, fluttering closed. She gave her necromancer - her Lyctor - her beautiful baneful bone empress one last sleepy smile, and drifted off.
(When Camilla went to shake her sparring partner awake the next morning, she found the two of them still sound asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms and looking more peaceful than she'd ever seen them. She huffed a laugh, muttered "finally," and let them be.)
#the locked tomb#tlt#locked tomb trilogy#griddlehark#angst and fluff and love confessions oh my!#the girls are trying to do right by each other and it's a bit of struggle but they're figuring it out
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Blankets and Horror Movies | pjm
↬ Pairing: Jimin x F. Reader
↬ Story Genre: fluff
↬ Warnings: death in the movie they’re watching
↬ Word count: 1.6K
↬ Summary: It’s movie night at your house and your annoying roommate Jungkook decides you should all watch a horror movie. You couldn’t bear to watch horror movies but it all became much more tolerable when you found out you were going to share a couch and a blanket with your crush - Park Jimin.
a/n: guys, if you’re reading my stuff for the first time this isn’t me lmao. I usually only write dirty ass smut, but I don’t know what came over me today that I felt like writing a tooth roting fluffy ass drabble (is this a known side effect of corona? did I catch it?). anyways...enjoy <3
“You know what we should do? We should totally watch a horror movie!” Said your annoying roommate Jungkook, knowing damn well you couldn’t bear to watch those movies.
“Oh my god yes!” His friend Taehyung answered, much to your despair. “I’ll go make popcorn!” Before you could protest he was already running to your kitchen like a little kid.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You pulled your roommate aside and whispered to him in an angry tone. “You know damn well I can’t watch scary movies!”
“Why? Are you scared you’re gonna have nightmares?” His mocking tone made you want to punch him right in the stomach.
“Hey Y/N, you like horror movies right? Which one do you want to watch?” The sweet voice of Jimin - Jungkook’s friend who you had a crush on for about a year - asked you while he was browsing for something to watch.
Jimin’s question really made you second guess all your life choices. On one hand, you really couldn’t watch scary movies, you had tried it before and it didn’t work out well for you. On the other hand, you didn’t want Jimin to think you were a wuss so, in an attempt to look brave and cool you lied to him. “Oh yeah, I love them!”
“Hyung, put on the House of Wax, she loves that one!”
Jungkook knew you had a crush on his friend and he was taking every single opportunity to torture you. That brat. You’d soooo get back at him for this later.
“Oh good one!” Jimin quickly turned to Jungkook’s laptop and typed the name of the movie, sealing in your doom.
You looked at your roommate with killer eyes and quietly plotted your revenge as he gave you a stupid grin.
“The popcorn is done!” Said Taehyung, emerging back in the living room with two bowls filled with popcorn.
“I call dibs on the bean bag!” Jungkook shouted as he quickly ran to the bean bag placed right in front of the couch.
“Me too!” Taehyung soon followed to the bean bag on the left, almost spilling all the popcorn as he threw himself to the bean bag.
Quickly doing the math in your head you realized that meant that you would have to sit on the sofa with Jimin - just the two of you. Obviously he would be your first choice - you wanting nothing more than to sit next to him - but the just the thought of it made you nervous.
“Come on, Y/N.” After pressing play, Jimin turned off the lights and picked up a blanket so he could sit on the couch. “Looks like we’ll be popcorn buddies!” He smiled at you and, for a moment, you almost forgot all about the movie, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading across your chest.
Making your way to your crush, you passed by Taehyung and picked up your bowl of popcorn. You then joined Jimin under the blanket and took a deep breath, the smell of his cologne filling up your nostrils.
“Are you scared?” Jimin whispered so the other two couldn’t hear. He knew you and Jungkook bickered a lot so he probably figured if he asked it out loud Jungkook would come at you.
You were getting ready to deny it all but your crush saw right through you. “Don’t worry, if you feel scared you can hold onto me okay?”
You shyly nodded and turned your head to the TV.
It was hard paying attention to the movie. Firstly because you were too scared, but second because you could feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s body. You weren’t glued to each other, but you were close enough that you could make contact at any minute, and that made your heart beat.
You reached your hand to get some popcorn but failed to notice that your crush was also reaching for the bowl, resulting in your hands touching. You both smiled at each other in a small gesture of apology, the crescent moons his eyes formed making you look back at the TV to hide the blush on your cheeks.
As you looked back at the TV the first creepy scenes showed up - somebody was videotaping the main characters sleeping in their tents out in the woods. It wasn’t anything that serious, but the tension was so big that all of your muscles immediately tightened up. Jimin noticed this and placed his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Everything alright?” He whispered once more.
“Yeah, it’s just...creepy.” Your whole body shivered with the creepy feeling making Jimin laugh.
“Come on, don’t go out by yourself!” Jungkook commented as the main girl left her tent alone to check the noise she had just heard.
“She’s so gonna die,” added Taehyung.
You instinctively grabbed the blanket covering you and Jimin and brought it up to your face, leaving your head exposed from the eyes up. The music was building up, and so was the tension in your body. Then, the main girl slowly turned around to reveal her worried boyfriend with a loud shrieky sound.
You jumped up at the sound and immediately recoiled next to Jimin, your head unconsciously nuzzling on your crush’s chest.
Jungkook laughed at your reaction. “You are such a baby.”
“Leave her alone Jungkook, it was a tense moment,” Jimin reasoned trying and succeeding on making you feel better. But once you realized his voice was coming right from above you and that you were practically on top of him you quickly backed away, feeling embarrassed.
“Mhm…” He teased and you kicked him off the bean bag, making Jimin and Taehyung laugh.
“Hey!”
“Shut up and watch the movie, Jeon Jungkook,” you said, feeling victorious.
He scoffed and plonked himself back on the bean bag, everybody’s attention being back on the movie. Everybody’s but yours, for you couldn’t help but think about the contact you just had with Jimin. Now that you had tasted his embrace for a brief moment you found yourself missing it.
As the movie progressed and the events got more macabre you found yourself getting closer and closer to Jimin, now being completely nuzzled under his arm. The smell of his cologne and the softness of his hoodie bringing you some comfort.
At some point, as one of the characters was about to be killed Jimin covered your eyes and whispered to your hair: “Don’t look now.”
You started to shake as you heard the character scream and Jimin kept on trying to calm you down, placing kisses on top of your head. “Shhh, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” You didn’t know if he was saying that just because of the movie, but something about the tone of his voice told you it was something else.
When the movie was over, you had your arms around Jimin and your head hidden on his chest. You were holding him so tight you wondered if he was having trouble breathing.
“It’s over now baby, you can look,” he whispered into your hair as his fingers drew soothing circles on your back.
“Oh my god look at Y/N!” Jungkook mocked you, making you boil in anger. “You’re such a chicken.”
“Wanna see who’s a chicken? Say that to me again, I dare you Jeon!” You started to pull back your sleeves but Jimin held you back.
“Come on guys, break it off. Don’t ruin movie night!”
“Fine…” You and your roommate both answered with a pouty face.
“Wanna watch another movie?” Taehyung asked as he grabbed the remaining popcorn with his hand and filled his whole mouth with it.
“Alright, but let’s watch something lighter this time.” Your request made Jungkook turn back around to tease you once more, but the look Jimin gave him made him keep quiet.
You didn’t know how many movies you watched. You didn’t even know which movies you watched, you were so focused on Jimin’s light touches that you barely could even think straight.
Eventually, the four of you had fallen asleep but you woke up startled from a nightmare, waking Jimin up in the process. When you came to it, you noticed you had been sleeping right on top of him and you immediately backed away.
“Y/N is everything alright?” You could tell by the frown on his eyebrows that he was worried about you.
“Yeah...sorry I woke you. I just...had a nightmare about the movie.”
“Oh...come here.” He didn’t even wait for you to act, he simply took your hand and pulled you back to him, your arms wrapping around him as in instinct. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
“I-The bad guys from the movie had caught you and…” You started to cry, feeling the terrors of the vivid nightmare as you recalled the event.
“Shh-shh, it’s okay. I’m here, see?” He pulled your chin up so you could look him in the eyes. “Feel my heart.” He grabbed your hand and placed it right on his chest just on top of his heart - it was beating fast. “I’m alive. I would never leave you.”
Suddenly the mood changed. Your heart was beating fast but the nightmare wasn’t the motive anymore - it was Jimin. You looked him straight in the eyes and felt nothing but warmth, nothing but love.
His eyes danced between your own eyes and your lips and soon enough he was leaning in, moulding his plush lips against yours.
The kiss was sweet and tender, everything you saw Jimin as. His palms were pressed against your cheeks and his fingers were caressing your skin, drying up your tears in the process.
When you broke apart both of you were breathless, just silently looking at each other and enjoying the moment.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he confessed as he leaned his forehead on yours, still rubbing circles on your cheek.
“Me too,” you smiled, the terrifying feeling of the nightmare being long gone and the feeling of Jimin’s lips being the only thing you could think of.
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Love is like a tornado...
For the dearest @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 💟💟💟
Hope you’ll like the story...
"Man, that sucks..."
"Yeah, the situation is desperate!"
The Weasley twins sigh as they watch two of their favorite teachers glancing at each other but not daring to say a single word.
On one side, there is Professor Remus Lupin, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Compassionate, kind, encouraging, and understanding, he is among the most popular teachers in the school.
On the other side, there is (Y/N) (L/N), the new Charms lecturer. She is not only beautiful but also passionate, supportive, charismatic, and gifted. Every Hogwarts students are keen to attend her courses: even the Slytherins are respectful towards her.
Besides, she is the youngest member of the professors' staff.
However, what makes Fred and George Weasley upset is that the two teachers seem fond of each other, but no one tries to make the first step.
"They could be the most popular couple in school!"
"You mean the most popular couple in the history of the school!"
"You got the point, Fred!"
Sitting next to them, Ron, Hermione, and Harry share their opinion.
"They are so cute together! But it would not be fair to force them!" breathes Hermione.
"Hermione is right. Likewise, Remus is not at ease with his lycanthropic condition: I'm sure he is scared to hurt her!" advises Harry.
"Sure. And, moreover, Lupin is so clumsy when it comes to ladies!" grins Ron.
"Watch your words, Little Ronnie! I'm sure you don't want your friends to know about the emptiness of your love life!" sneers George, making his twin laugh.
Grumbling some curses against his "stupid brothers," Ron eats a piece of cake while asking:
"Which subject do we have after lunch?"
"Let me see... Ah, we have a Charms lesson!"
As they hear it, a Cheshire grin appears on the Weasley twins' faces.
"Do you hear that, Georgie?"
"Oh yeah, Freddie, I heard it!"
Under the worried look of their younger brother and his friends, George and Fred prepare their new trick to "help" their beloved teachers...
Later in the afternoon, in Charms classroom.
In her classroom, (Y/N) tries to explain a new spell to her students.
"Remember, ladies and gentlemen: your gesture must be short but firm! Come on, try!"
Both the Gryffindor and Slytherin students try their best to achieve the exercise. Some manage to reach their objective while others struggle.Their professor watches them with a kind smile on her face. She really enjoys teaching at Hogwarts: the pupils are interested and willing to work.
Furthermore, in her class, there is no rivalry between the houses. She encourages solidarity and group works between the students, no matter which house they belong to.
That's why she appreciates seeing Hermione, one of her favorite students, working with Draco Malfoy without hostility. She even notices that the two seem to get along now, to Ron Weasley's dismay.
Speaking of the latter, he nearly turns one of his classmates into a chair!
"Watch out, Ron!"
"Sorry, Seamus!"
"Focus on your gesture, Mr. Weasley!" she reminds him kindly.
"Yes, sorry, Mrs. (L/N)!"
The class goes well until the bell rings.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! For next time, I want you to practice all the charms on page 214 of your manual! See you on Friday!"
Once the students leave her classroom, she packs her belongings and heads to her office. On the way, she bumps into someone and lets her book falling.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I did not see you..."
"I should be the one apologizing, (Y/N)"
The young woman lifts her head, and she recognizes Remus. For a moment, they cannot help but look at each other with some fascination. Shyly, the werewolf hands to her some of her books.
"Thank you for helping me, Remus!"
"It's my pleasure. I'll be careful next time!"
"Don't be upset about it. It's okay!"
"I... I'm glad to hear that!" whispered the werewolf, slightly blushing.
Unbeknownst to them, the Weasley twins observe them, hidden in a corner.
"By Merlin, it fails! They are this close to kissing, I swear! Ugh, it's soooo frustrating!"
"I told you that the Tumbling spell would not work!"
"Quiet, Fred! Unless you have another idea..."
"Just let me think about it, Georgie... Hooray! I have a plan!"
"What is it?"
Fred picks up his spellbook and points to a segment.
"I think this would help us!"
Looking at the spell, George beams.
"Oh, that's what I call a brilliant idea! The best prank we ever did!"
"You can say it, bro! Now, let's prepare it! We have to do it tomorrow: I hear Ron revising his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson for tomorrow! It's our only chance !"
The following day.
Sitting at her office, (Y/N) prepares the lesson for the Year 1 Ravenclaw students. She smiles while thinking about those little wizards and witches who look at her with admirative eyes. They are so cute!
To be honest, they are cuter when they interact with Remus. She loves to see him being gentle with the younglings and encouraging their efforts. She can say that her colleague would be a wonderful father...
Suddenly, a loud noise wakes her up from her daydream. She looks at her door that shatters because of a tornado.
"By Merlin, what is that?"
As she prepares to cast a spell, the tornado charges at her and imprisons the young witch in its fury.
Mangled by the tornado, (Y/N) cannot stop it, losing her wand in the process. And carried by the wind, she soon crosses the corridors, under the astonished eyes of the teachers and students.
Meanwhile, in Remus's classroom, the students listen to their teacher.
"As you know, Banshee's main power is her scream. It's so powerful that it can drive her victims mad! It can also lead to their death!"
"How loud it can be?" asked Draco.
"Well, according to Newt Scamander, you can hear her wails from a couple of miles away!"
At the same time, the students jumped on their seats as they hear a piercing shriek.
"BANSHEE! SHE IS HERE!" panicked Neville.
"I assure you, young Mister Longbottom, that it is not a supernatural scream. On the contrary, it is a human scream... It sounds like someone needs help!"
Indeed, someone needs help as they hear a familiar feminine voice.
"PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"OH MY GOD! It's Mrs. (L/N)!" exclaims Harry.
Fearing for the life of his beloved witch, Remus picks his wand and prepares to rescue (Y/N) when the tornado bursts into the classroom.
"STEP BACK! STAY FAR FROM IT!" directs Lupin.
All the students stumble behind their teacher. The werewolf braces himself before he tries to rescue his crush from the roaring wind.
Unfortunately, the tornado absorbs him as well, before getting outside the classroom.
"We have to help them! Hurry!" declares Parvati before running outside, followed by her classmates.
When they arrive in the main hall, they witness an extraordinary scene: trapped in the tornado, Remus and (Y/N) try to escape this windy pit but fail every time.
"How can we help them?" demands Ron.
"First of all, we must identify which spell was used to create this tornado!"
At the same time, Fred and George topple towards them while repeating:
"A DISASTER! IT'S A DISASTER!"
When he hears his brothers, Ron exclaims:
"What on Earth have you done again?"
"See, little brother, it's a long time story..."
"Cut it out, and tell the truth!" yells Dean.
The twins look at each other with despair before explaining:
"Well, we only wanted to try helping Professor Lupin and Mrs (L/N) confessing to each other..."
"And we thought that if he saves her, she would immediately confess her love! And he would do the same!"
"Oh, by Morgana, why do I have those two dorks as brothers?" whines Ron as he facepalms.
"Okay. But why the tornado?" asks Neville.
"Well, it seems cool!" answers Fred.
"That is not cool AT ALL, you dumbskull!"
"Only a Weasley can produce such a ridiculous idea!" says Goyle with irony.
"Shut up, Goyle, and be useful for once in your life!" shouts Seamus.
Whereas her classmates panic for their teachers, Hermione muses about the tornado.
"It is not a classic spell... If only I had my Charms book with me!"
Immediately, Draco hands his manual to her.
"You can read mine if you want!"
"Thanks, Draco! Let's see what it is!"
As the two wizards look in the book, Ron nudges Harry.
"Did you just see it?"
"What?"
"Malfoy was nice with Hermione!"
"And? It is not the first time!"
"That is not normal, Harry!"
"For Godric Gryffindor's sake, Ronald! We have other priorities now!"
Quickly, Hermione finds the solution.
"I got it! Oh lord, it's a Confessional Tornado!"
"A what?" asks George.
"According to the book, this spell creates that entangles two people and compels them to tell the truth. It lets them free only if they do so!" explains Malfoy.
"Well, that's a complicated situation!"
Coming closer to the tornado, Draco yells to the teachers.
"Professor Lupin, Mrs. (Y/N), you are in a Confessional Tornado! You must tell the truth, or you won't get out!"
"WHAT?"
"That's true! We checked it! Please, tell the truth!"
"The truth? About what?" asks Remus.
Sighing, the Slytherin shouts:
"Sir, tell her everything. Say how much she means to you... Just say what you are truly feeling about her!"
Slightly biting his lip, the young man carries on:
"You are a brave man, Mister Lupin. You can tell her the truth... so perhaps, it would help me to confess to the girl I love what I've dreamed of saying to her! How incredible, smart, lovely, and beautiful she is to me!"
"Who is he talking about?" asks Hermione.
"I don't know... but I pity for her!" sneers Ron.
Gathering his courage, Remus looks at (Y/N) and manages to say through the storm:
"Draco is right (Y/N). I should have told you the truth a long time ago..."
"What?"
"You are the most amazing witch I've ever met. Since the first day, I knew that... I fell in love with you."
Saying that (Y/N) is shocked is an understatement. All this time, she hoped to hear Remus saying those words...
"Why?" she mutters.
"There are so many reasons why I love you, but I would waste your time. The main thing I would say is... If it takes me all this time to confess, it's because I'm scared... of me! You're aware of my second nature, and I would not be able to forgive myself if I hurt you!"
She smiles.
"Do you think I would turn around and walk away because of that? Remus, your lycanthropy is a part of you. But does it makes you a monster? No. You try your best to protect those around you from this curse. Every day, I see you with our colleagues or students. I only see a kind, compassionate, encouraging, brave, protective, and wise man who never gives up on someone else. This is the man I fell in love with since our first meeting. This is the man I want to spend my life with... If you would give me this chance!"
Suddenly, he takes her small hand and holds it tenderly.
"You don't have to ask: you are already in my existence!"
Moved by this answer, (Y/N) brightly smiles before she cups his face between her hands and kisses him. Taken aback by this sudden gesture, the man kisses her back under the cheers of the students and teachers.
"See, Minerva, he found the courage!" says Dumbledore, chuckling.
"They must be so relieved!" smiles McGonagall.
Meanwhile, the Weasley twins let out a sigh of relief.
"At least, it was not as disastrous as I thought!"
"Yeah. Mission accomplished, bro... And I can say that it helps someone else!"
They both look at Drago and Hermione, who are holding hands and speaking softly.
"Man, I think we have created another power couple in Hogwarts!"
"Should we tell Ron about this?"
They look at each other with a mischievous smile.
"NAH! NOT NOW!" they laugh.
"Instead, let's enjoy our success!"
At the same moment, Remus and (Y/N) are enjoying the moment as they start a new step in their lives. A new life together. And to think that all begins when two prankish brothers start a tornado... After all, love is like a tornado: it arrives unexpectedly and sweeps you off your feet...
Thanks for the reading!
I hope you’ll like it! 💜💜💜💜💜💜
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Liquid Courage - Doctor AU!
Shirabu Kenjirou x Reader - Haikyuu!! fanfiction
chapter I ➳ A dose of irrationality ➳ // next
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“ Did you know, dear? That despair is the devil’s favorite drink.
One taste of it and you’ll lose everything.”
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You took the next shot into your palms, gulping it down with hazy eyes. Not giving a fuck on whats happening and what just happened.
You begged your eyes to stop tearing up. Every piece of it coming out just got pushed back in. No, stop
How wonderful right, your first night shift in the delivery room, your first case, the first ever newborn baby you’ve ever held,
gone
in your arms.
It was inevitable. The beautiful girl had an infection and died due to sepsis.
According to Ending Newborn Deaths, a new report by Save the Children, one million babies die within 24 hours of birth. And according to WHO, sepsis claims the lives of around one million newborns each year. So it wasn’t much of a world wide news event
It’s pretty common for a newborn to die due to infection.
But the fact that you were the very first person to hold out that beautiful baby girl to this wondrous world, and letting it die in your arms
Tore you to pieces.
“Give me one more, Linus.”
“Stop y/n, you’re gonna go nuts”
“Wasn’t that the whole point of dragging her out of the hospital though?”
You swallowed it whole, moving around in your midi silk slip dress, slightly dancing, head bobbing along with the music. You were still conscious on what you were doing, but as long as you know your dress was cute, who gives a damn. The memory from the delivery room still stuck as you closed your eyes with your palm, pushing back the tears once again.
“You obviously need a boyfriend.” your friend nearly shouted, making sure you heard what she said through the loud music.
You chuckled, still swaying around, “I can get one right now if I wanted too.”
Your friend smirked, holding onto your wrist “bet.” your feet wobbled as she brought you back to your table of friends. A grumpy expression visible on your face as she pulled you.
“Let’s play truth or dare.”
Your body refused to sit down and stay put. You pouted at the soft hold of your friends hand pulling you down. With the amount of bourbon your body consumed, all you wanted to do was dance.
You steadied yourself whilst leaning on the headboard of the velvet round sofa, right on its edge. Racing your hands through your hair, as your eyelids drooped down at your friends crankily.
“Fine y/n, cause you’re soooo energetic today, you’re first. Truth or dare”
“With this dress? Dare duh.” you couldn’t believe what your stupid mouth just chirped
But then what’s a night without a little bit of trouble right?
That’s what you thought correct. that is, till you saw the way your friends mischievously stared at each other. Knowing them, your feet went cold
“You see those hot guys over there,” she pointed out the group of guys sitting and hanging around at the bar “That tall beefy guy over there is Ushijima Wakatoshi, a famous volleyball athlete.” she handed another shot of bourbon in front of you, and with the most cynical smirk she continued
“I dare you to take him down on the dance floor.”
Your eyes went straight to the drink, darken as you have finally realized just what a stupid stupid decision you just made. Should’ve just gone with truth and tell them the color of your underwear. Your hands hesitantly took the drink with your palms, staring at it attentively, imagining the next awful thing that will happen
But then you heard with wide ears the next song, it was The Weeknd. Like how can you not?
You held the shot high like a warrior, “Challenge-” and drank it down
“accepted.”
Unknowingly to you, a pair of brown gray eyes were already fixed upon you.
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“I’m surprised they let you in, Goshiki.” Semi cooed. “I’m literally 23 now senpai, cut me some slack already.” he ranted back. As he took the drink on the table, he noticed how undeniably serious his other senpai looked.
“Shirabu senpai ” he nudged him “being a doctor doesn’t give you the right to ghost me y’know.”
Shirabu Kenjirou, a 24 year old intern, stationed in the same hospital as you are. Eyes unwittingly wondering all over your figure from a five meter distance. How could he not recognize his junior from this short of range?
especially with that kind of dress.
The way you brushed your hair back with your fingers whilst leaning on the sofa, naturally swaying your hips, made him loose focus of his whole current situation, just to be woken up by his kohai.
“Oh y-yeah, sorry.”
he turned around to face back the bar, taking another sip of his wine, Trying to maintain back his usual composure. Who would’ve thought he’d meet you here on a saturday night. the thought of you being possibly single was filling up to much space in his mind, he tried to put his attention back on Tendou who was talking about some shounen jump series.
“FUCK! And then he-” Tendou’s mouth suddenly gaped for a second, “GUYS, look look! Three o’clock” Shirabu glanced at his direction and nearly choked on his wine when he saw you strutting your way towards their group.
His heart pumped harder incessantly as you were nearing them. Though not expressed on his face, he was particularly nervous.
But in a mere second he cooled down his hopes.
He doesn’t actually have a low self esteem on his appearance, but with just a two second glance on his group, he knew he had some competitions.
But his whole world suddenly stopped the moment he felt two finger taps on his back.
Everything, the music, the dancing, the sound from the bar, the snickering from Tendou’s mouth, the woos from his group. He couldn’t hear a single thing except for the next few words that came out of your curved mouth
“You, me, dance floor.”
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Liquid courage bringing the both of you to the dance floor.
Your hands took both of his considerately, yet bravely. With a seductive grin he chuckled at yours.
You walked backwards towards the dance floor, hands still holding his, actually starting to get cold. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. You scoffed “-BUT OF COURSE I DO”
Once the both of your feet was standing on the middle of the floor, you let him go. And just for a second there, you thought you felt as though he wasn’t gonna let you. But then you degraded your thoughts rationally, despite how drunk you were.
You swiftly moved your body along with the music wildly, while as he was simply trying to contain his laughter whilst dancing the bare minimum.
You jumped around messing your hair, “WELL yOU’re obViouSLy Not aS dRUNk as I AM”
“I’m glad you’re able to see that.”
“Y’know for an athlete, you look kinda cute”
“I’m not an athlete I’m a-” He paused.
“Wait,
....... what?”
.
.
.
chapter II PREVIEW :
‘The way his raspy voice softly whispers sweet, yet salty remarks right into your ears, warming you with his breath, you couldn’t help but think,
Is this really liquid courage? Or are you just falling in love’
“Liquid Courage” Doctor AU!series
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on that note, do you have any edling fic recs? 👀
this would be a lot easier if i bookmarked all the fics i read. huh
i haven’t actively read any since the days when i consumed edling at a horrifying rate to ease the suffering of being fifteen. obviously there are the ones i wrote as noodlebunny on ao3, but those are a dumpster fire, good god
the ones i saved are probably ones you’ve read if you’ve spent any time on the edling tag at all, soooo……… can i interest you in some meagre edling dug up from my old fma files? it’s a modern au where ed adopts nina, alternatively titled Ed Fights A Twelve Year Old Then Meets His Future Boyfriend
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TW for implied child abuse
Edward watches Nina from a bench at the edge of the play park. He shifts his grip on his paper cup while Nina moves from the slide to the monkey bars. There was a time where he would have been up there with her, arms raised and ready if she fell; now that Nina’s seven years old, however, she’s a self-proclaimed big girl who can tackle the monkey bars herself. It’s good, seeing her so independent.
If only Ed’s heart wouldn’t plummet into his stomach every time she so much as slips.
It can’t be helped. Al calls him an over protective mother hen; Ed calls himself sensible, thank you kindly.
Nina clears the monkey bars without a hitch. From the top of the unholy metal playpark structure of death, she gives Ed a winning smile and a wave, sending her two braids flying. Ed waves back, adding a thumbs up for good measure.
His phone pings. Ed fishes it out of his jacket.
Al’s texted, Want to see the cat I saw on campus today??? followed by a string of cat emojis dispersed with hearts.
not really, Ed replies, a smile tugging at him because he knows Al knows he’s lying.
Oops, too late, Al says. The cat’s cute, sort of. Ed doesn’t really get the beasts, but Al’s crazy for them and so is Nina, which means it’s such a damn nightmare when Al encourages her.
demon gremlin creature, Ed sends.
He’s so preoccupied with watching the dots as Al types that he doesn’t hear Nina until she’s crying.
His phone is left abandoned on the bench as he sprints towards her, and oh god, she’s on the ground—what if something’s broken? What if she hit her head, what if—what if she’s hurt bad just because Ed couldn’t keep an eye on her, not for five damn minutes—what if they take her away—
Not until he’s stopping next to her does Ed realise that there’s another girl there too. She’s already helping Nina sit up, her crying has already beginning to taper into little sniffles.
“Nina,” Ed says gently, “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”
“‘M fine, big brother.” She looks up at him through her tears, as stoic as a seven year old in yellow dungarees can be. Too brave, too willing to hide her pain. “I fell off the climbing wall. It’s just a scrape.”
He gingerly checks her knee over and, yeah, it’s just a sluggishly bleeding cut but there’s sure to be bruising. The plasters and disinfectant are all back at the apartment.
“Oh, here, I can help!”
In what Alphonse fondly dubs as Big Brother Panic, Ed had completely forgotten the girl who helped Nina up. She looks maybe a few years older than Nina, but she’s short and her black hair is in two massive buns so it’s hard to tell. Rifling through her pink backpack, she pulls out a box of plasters and antiseptic salve.
“You just carry that around with you?” Ed asks flatly.
The little girl, previously so sweet to Nina, shoots him a cold glare. “What’s it to you, shortie?”
“Wh—Hey! You’re like, ten! Shortie! Shortie?! I’m a damn giant next to you!”
“Yeah, next to me.” She rolls her eyes. “Not saying much, is it? And I’m twelve, so watch it, or I’ll cut you down another inch.”
Ed’s in half a mind to pick Nina up and nope the fuck out of here. ‘Roasted by a twelve year old’ wasn’t on his schedule. He does the roasting, dammit.
“Big brother, calm down,” says Nina. “You’re being silly.”
Oh, Ed woes the day this doe-eyed girl wrapped him around her little finger.
“Right. Sorry, kiddo.”
“Anyway, I’m Mei,” says the demon in the body of a girl with a pink backpack. “I’m gonna be a doctor someday, so I can help you out.”
“I’m Nina! This is my big brother, Edward. He’s grumpy right now but he’s really the best.”
“Hm.” Mei narrows her eyes at him. “We’ll see.”
He will not stick his tongue out at a child. He will not stick his tongue out at a child.
To her credit, Mei is efficient and gentle about dressing Nina’s cut. She’s got excellent bedside manner too, and by the end of it Nina’s tears are all gone and she’s warmed to Mei like a new best friend. Not all kids are good with younger kids, and Ed’s silently impressed.
“Are you out here alone?” Ed asks as he helps Nina up. Not that Central in the middle of the day is especially dangerous.
“Naw, I’m with my brother. He went to get us ice cream, and then I saw Nina fall down, so I came over to help.”
“Nice of you.”
“Yeah, I’m a nice person.” Mei shrugs her backpack on. “We can’t all be, I suppose.”
“Hey kid, is that supposed to mean something—“
“Big brother Ed, can we get ice cream?” Nina clings very suddenly to Ed’s automail arm, tugging enthusiastically. She’s always been casual about his prosthetics. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t give it a second glance, even if that someone is a tiny child begging for more sweets.
“I guess so,” ponders Ed, pretending to debate it. “You have been pretty brave today. And it’s hot out. But try be more careful playing next time, okay?”
“‘Kay! Ice cream?”
“Sure.”
“Yay! You’re the best, big brother!”
Ed can’t help but notice Mei watching them strangely. He’s sure they must look strange and not related at all, what with Ed’s Xerxian complexion. Whatever.
“In that case, come meet my brother,” Mei says. “He’s probably waiting for me at the ice cream place. Havoc’s, you know the one?”
“We went there for my birthday!” Nina’s bouncing now. Ed’s whole arm shakes.
“Well, come on then. I have a feeling my bro’s gonna like you.” Mei looks at him funny as she says it. Ed does not like this child.
It’s busy out on such a sunny day. Ed gets a few stares at his arm, and he almost, almost regrets going out in a t-shirt. Then Nina holds his hand tighter, beaming up at him, and he breathes easier.
Now if only he could bring himself to wear shorts too.
“There he is,” says Mei as the ice cream place comes into view. “Ah, jeez, he’s shirtless again.”
“Wait, what?” says Ed.
Mei ignores him in favour of stalking up to a guy about Ed’s age, nineteen or maybe older, who is indeed entirely shirtless. Ed looks furiously away.
“Hey, you dolt!” Mei near-shouts, drawing looks from bystanders. “Put your shirt on in public! You’re so embarrassing, Ling, I can’t believe we’re related.”
“Aw, is my baby sister embarrassed?” Ling chuckles and ruffles her hair, wincing as his hand is slapped away. “It’s hot. I’m just airing out!”
“It’s public indecency, if you’re looking to get arrested again. Where’s our ice cream?”
“Oh, that. It’s a funny story, you know…”
“You ate it?! Again?”
“Ahahah…”
“Buy me another!”
“I would, I would! But that was the last change I had…”
“Ugh! Next time I’m going with Lan Fan and you can’t come.”
“Hey, hey, it’s not my fault you took so long! Chill!”
“I was helping out a girl with a cut knee, so don’t give me that crap.”
Ling seems to notice them, then. He pushes his floppy black hair away and gives Ed a winning grin, sticking his hand out to shake. Ed cringes; he’s gonna have to use his automail hand, and that makes people act so annoyingly awkward.
Ling just grips his hand without missing a beat, shaking firmly.
“I’m Ling!”
“… Ed. This is Nina.”
“Hiya, Nina!” Ling bends down slightly to wave. “Wow, I love your braids. Stylish.”
“Thanks!” Nina chirps, encouraged out of her shell by Ling’s friendliness. She’s not what Ed would call a shy child, but there was a period where she was so withdrawn Ed worried she’d never recover from what her bastard of a father did to her.
Tried to do.
“Your sister’s right,” says Ed to Ling. “You should put a shirt on.”
Way to make friends, idiot. So friendly and approachable.
Ling stares; Mei snorts. Ed contemplates his own terrible, off putting personality.
Then Ling waggles his eyebrows and says, “What, don’t like what you see?”
“Wh— Hey—!” He’s spluttering and bright red and say something! “No, it’s terrible! I hate it! Put a damn shirt on!”
Not that!
He doesn’t dare look Ling in the eyes as he briskly scoops Nina up, much to her indignation, and escapes into the ice cream parlour. He just knows the shirtless idiot is watching him.
“Big brother, can we see them again? They’re so cool!”
“No, they’re not, Nina. They’re the worst and we hate them. Pick a flavour.”
“But what about Mei? She doesn’t get any ice cream!”
“Too bad.”
Oh, no. He’s done it now. Nina’s eyes begin to water and Ed’s heart clenches, already knowing he’s done for.
“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry.”
“If Mei doesn’t get any, I won’t have any. ‘S not fair if I’m the only one…”
Ed closes his eyes. His counts to three. He faces the facts.
“If that’s the case…”
—
Later, when they all have ice cream out of Ed’s pocket and stupid Ling is wearing a stupid shirt, Ed adamantly pretends not to hear Mei lean over and say,
“See, I told you my brother would like you.”
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A/N: ED STOP CUSSING IN FRONT OF CHILDREN
#long post#fma#edling#my fic#child abuse tw#anon: fic recs?#me: no i but i do have this bs... im sorry#srry if the read more doesnt work on some vers idk what i can do
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Hey! I love your writing. ☺ I think at one point I saw you had an ask for an Amileia fic where their relationship was revealed in a funny and romantic (or maybe slightly steamy? 😉) game of truth or dare or never have I ever or something. Anyway, I think you said you weren't up for writing it at the time and I just wanted to throw out there (while still respecting your boundaries) that a fic like that sounds really cool and I'd love to read something like that!
Ah thank you for asking again! I have written a little something below. I'm not sure it's exactly what you asked for, but um...I hope it will satisfy your Amileia need. ☺️
"We are going to be in sooooo much trouble."
"Only if we get caught." Poe winked and dropped to the floor to do a combat roll through the door and across the hall.
"We are soooo getting caught," moaned Rose.
Rey and Finn both looked equally as nervous, but they tiptoed down the hallway after Poe. Sneaking off the base to visit the near by town had been Poe's idea after all. He claimed people did it all the time to enjoy a late night at the bar.
Sneaking out had been easy. Sneaking back in was proving to be more of a challenge. The back door they had propped open had been closed and sealed so they had to take the long way around back to their bunks.
"Shit." Poe peered around a corner and held up a hand to stop the others. "There's someone in OPS."
"At this hour?"
"Apparently we weren't the only ones out of bed," muttered Finn.
Poe peered around the corner again, and then got down on his hands and knees to crawl towards the windows of the OPS room. The other three exchanged a look before Rey shrugged and they followed suit.
Poe had a pained expression on his face when the other's joined him. "It's the General."
Rose let out a small squeak and clamped her hands over her mouth. Finn shushed her while Poe peaked over the edge of the window and then ducked back down again to crawl by. The four went on their hands and knees across the the floor to where the open door way to OPS was.
"You're hovering..." Leia's voice floated from the room and the four froze in fear before another voice answered the General.
"I didn't want to interrupt."
Poe bravely peaked around the doorway and reported back to his friends. "That's Vice Admiral Holdo."
"I woke up alone..." Four mouths dropped in the hallway at Amilyn's words.
"I'm sorry, dear. I couldn't sleep." Leia let out a deep sigh.
Finn looked at the others nervously and whispered, "We should not be listening."
Poe shushed him and peered back into the room. Amilyn was leaning her hip against the edge of the holo-table where Leia stood looking at the holographic positions of the enemy ships in the sector.
"You need sleep." Leia shook her head at Amilyn's words so the purple haired woman lifted herself up on the table, sitting on the edge with her legs swinging. "Leia, come back to bed."
"You're impossible."
"I know."
Amilyn reached out and dragged Leia towards her, positioning the other woman between her legs and gave her shoulders a squeeze. Then she closed the space between them with a gentle kiss to Leia's lips.
Poe quickly removed his head from the doorway, his cheeks burning with color. Rey raised an eyebrow and he mouthed, "They're kissing."
"What?" hissed Rose in disbelief and she and Rey clambered over Poe to sneak a peak themselves. Finn just put a hand to his face in exasperation. The girls saw their General gently making out with her Vice Admiral on the OPS holo-table.
"They're so cute!" whispered Rose when they hid themselves again from view.
"Do you think they're distracted enough for us to sneak by?" asked Finn.
"They seemed pretty busy," muttered Poe, still flustered by what he had witnessed.
"Well, let's just go then. The faster we get back to our bunks the better."
"Of course, the question remains: what are you doing out of your bunks?" The four jumped at the sound of the General's voice so close in proximity.
Leia leaned against the open doorway, arms crossed against her chest, eyebrow raised in question. One by one, Poe, Rey, Finn, and Rose picked themselves up off the floor and stared guiltily at their commanding officer. And when Amilyn appeared on the other side of Leia, Poe's cheeks flushed bright red again.
"If I told you we came to study the position of the stars, would you believe me?" He asked innocently.
"Not on your life, Dameron."
"It's my fault, Leia," started Rey, stepping forward, but Leia raised a hand to stop her.
"Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood. And I really want to get back to my own bunk. So I'm going to pretend I never saw you." Four eager pairs of eyes lit up. Leia shook her head in amusement. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind."
The four took off down the hallway at a full sprint, not willing to test the General's goodwill. Amilyn let out a chuckle at their retreating figures. "If only they knew how many times you were out of your bunk at their age."
"Sometimes it's good to be the General." And Leia pressed a kiss on Amilyn's cheek before leading her back to their own bunk.
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WARNING FFH SPOILERS!!
Basically all my thoughts!
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Okay can we just talk about literally the beginning??????
'I Will Always Love You' memoirs??? Holy shit I was cackling but also crying inside when they showed pictures of Tony
Then the whole plan??? To get MJ??? Oh my god, I fucking melt. I want a man like Peter who will confess to me on top of the Eiffel Tower and buy me jewellery based on the shit I'm passionate about!!!!
Also, that scene at the shelter? When he becomes overwhelmed by the mention of Tony, I started to think he might have PTSD or some sort of knee jerk reaction whenever he hears his name. The way he was already teary eyed after swinging away. I couldn't deal with that.
Then the whole plan failing on the plane and oh my god the bathroom scene?? When he starts cleaning up oh my god that's just pure cinnamon roll Peter, I die I swear.
Theeen Betty and Ned???? OH MY GOD SUCH CUTIES!!!!!! AHHHHHH they were so fun to watch istg "babe?" "babe."
When they had the whole montage of Peter just trailing around MJ and being sulky over Brad like an adorable puppy. Then getting that necklace??? Ooooof ugh kill me with your cuteness istg.
Then the whole thing with Peter not having his suit with him??? And wearing that festival mask? Shit cracked me up
And dear god save this kid from the never ending concussions from the bell tower.
Then the whole conversation between Talos Fury and Peter in his hotel room. Literally two very different energies meeting to a head. It was glorious.
Also when they introduced Quentin?? I was like fucking shOOk. For two reasons
One because he was such a dramatic, unsubtle, little bitch talking about his family's death and praising Peter like Tony did!
For another, BECAUSE HE HAD LOWKEY DADDY ENERGY AROUND PETER AND THE WAY PETER LIGHTS UP WHENEVER HE PRAISES HIM OH MY GOD IT REMINDED ME SO MUCH OF HIM AND TONY. FUCK.
ALSO UNIVERSE 616?? CMON BITCH HOW DARE YOU PULL THAT STUNT. MARVEL YOU COP OUT! :(
Then the inevitable glasses. Dear lord. Fuck me up with the whole Iron dad (or starker) feels that whole scene gave off. My heart hurted.
Then that scene when he had to take off his clothes to wear his suit fUCK! Lowkey tho I felt hot. Then Brad walks in and then tells him he's gonna tell MJ?? Like who the fuck????
Then that bus scene. Oh my god, shit made me laugh so hard istg. When he punched Flash and actually had to web the freaking air strike drone he sent in!!!!!!! Hswhhdhhe Peter is a fuckin mess.
EDITH :(((((( even dead I'm the hero. My fucking feelings took a fucking dive. "He always did love his acronyms" and the way Peter just chuckles, looks away with tearing eyes, voice cracking as he says "Yeah he did"
God fucking damn it.
Istg Marvel is just playing with my feelings now. It's so fucking unfair.
And then that whole fighting scene with the Fire Elemental? When I saw one of the drone take the hit, I was like. Wait a fucking moment.
Also, I caught this thing where Mysterio's magic hits the windshield of Fury’s car but instead of cracks like it should be, I saw bullet holes. And I took a moment to notice that.
NIGHT MONKEY! NIGHT MONKEY!
Then that bar scene!!!! Jesus christ. That was a whirlwind of emotions. The way Peter's smile just dropped when Beck wore the glasses and saw Tony within him. God.
Also like those backstories????? Damn. Legit. I got no other words.
The way that Peter seemed soooo disappointed when MJ lied about the reason why she kept staring at him? Ugh my heart.
YAS GIRL DO IT FOR ALL OF US! TURN AROUND!!!! (Also what the fuck that cute little chub on Tom's tummy before he tenses up for the camera is so fucking cute oh my god I fucking melt, I wanna hug him)
"It's not a competition." Yea sure, Ned. Sure.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK.
THAT WHOLE ILLUSION SCENE?
One of the best things ever. It reminded me so much of the intros to the James Bond movies. All the smooth transitions and stunning fx. Fuck. It was all trippy.
And jesus. Using MJ like that????
Also What The Actual Fuck. When he made an illusion of Tony rising from his grave.
When I saw that tombstone, I already knew what name on it was. Didn't make it easier to see it with my own eyes.
I cant with this movie its too much for my poor heart to take.
Jesus christ when he got hit by the train.fuck nylife.
Then happy?
Oh no, I actually pretty much died at this scene.
The way Peter was so desperate on who to trust and the way he just relaxed when he realised Happy wasn't an illusion. The way Happy just went with it immediately, having similar past experience with Tony's paranoia. The way he held Peter in his arms, confused but so so so worried. The way he takes care of Peter's wounds and tries to calm him down. The way Peter breaks down over being alone, his friends being in danger, hurt over MJ, not being enough to measure up to Tony, all of his emotions coming to head. That was probably the most grounding scene I've seen of Peter ever. It really hurt in all the best ways.
"You can't measure up to Tony. No one can. Not even Tony." That line was so good because he knows the weight thats on Peter's shoulders, he knows that Peter feels pressured to take on the world, unwavering and brave and so sure of himself like Tony was. But the truth is, Tony was exactly like him behind the scenes. Tony was always breaking down, lagging behind and alone. So when he sees Peter break down, it's like seeing Tony all over again. And he can't help but soften.
"I don't think Tony would have done what he did if he didn't know you were going to be here after he was gone." And that just shattered me. He basically said that Tony would've done it all over again if he knew Peter was going to come back.
That moment, when he stares at Peter, that moment when he notices something that twists and warms his heart at the same time. When he sees Peter handle that tech and holograms seamlessly like Tony did, the way he runs his mouth with his genius, the way he seems so excited over the tech, you can see in Happy's eyes that all he sees is Tony. Tony imprinting the best parts of himself onto Peter.
He knows Peter can handle it.
And jesus christ, baby no. Its not led zeppelin, cmon.
That whole fight scene was fucking lit! I can't really explain much but wow MJ!!!! GO MJ AND BETTY!!! AYYY.
Fuck and the way Peter used his Peter Tingle to fight off the rest of the drones. That was so cool. Then when illusion Beck was handing him the glasses, he already knew that it wasn't the real him.
That heartbroken look in his eyes when he realised he can't save Beck.
His voice cracking when he wants to know theres no more illusions.
That peck? That kiss? That makeout???? These two ooze so much chemistry it actually hurts.
Ahhh that hand brush and them actually holding hands!!!!! That!!!!!!
Then flash with his mother not being around comment, fuck that kinda hurt me in the feels.
Peter having an intervention with Happy and May???? Holy shit I need more of that.
Then that date? Where they swing??? Wow goals.
And fuck Peter getting exposed. I swear my heart dropped down to my stomach.
ALSO J JONAH JAMESON HOLY SHIT I WAS SHAKING BECAUSE OF THAT!!!!
Credits scene:
Fury taking a vacation but not really is such a mood. Like he'd like a vacation but he also has to work. Idk but it might be hinting at the next captain marvel movie!!!!
Ahhh
This movie is a treasure. I am most likely going to watch it again because wow. I don't think I can take it all in 100% without watching it twice.
I saw it only a few hours ago but I already love it with all my heart. ❤️
I cant believe Marvel has me hooked with their Peter Parker. ❤️❤️❤️
#Spiderman far from home#Spiderman far from home spoilers#Far from home spoilers#Spiderman ffh spoilers#Ffh spoilers
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The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 1- Prologue
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MY NEW SERIES, IT’S GONNA BE HYPE! I am so excited because I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and I’m finally getting around to it! ALSO THIS IS MY 100TH POST!!! LETS GET HYPE!!! *TWERKS*
This is going to be dark, sexy, and dark and more sexy...y’all better buckle up and if you want me to continue the series then please let me know by just sending me a message and telling me you like it because that’s what keeps me going. I like knowing people enjoy my writing. This story is for masochistic fucks....like meeee.
Also if you’ve sent in a request, rest assured Tumblr wasn’t acting like a dick, so I definitely got it this time around, I just ask you give me a few days to get them out.
This story will have partial violence, and a lot of sexual content.....soooo.
Also this is fanfiction land so STD’s don’t exist here fam, so we get to fuck all we want. (Meaning I intend on some sexy ass two against one shit....just warning you guys.)
LEGGO!
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This is my fate. This was my fate from the second I opened my eyes as a newborn. I had always known this would happen. I just didn’t suspect it to be so soon. I remember the tears of my mother and the clenched fists of my father. The sad looks of my younger siblings who I would tell to take my place on my throne.
“We promised no tears.” you said, while ironically wiping your face with your sleeve. “It’s not like they would have a change of heart.” you looked down.
“You’re very brave.” Your father, the king of your kingdom, your home, your utopia put a hand on your shoulder. “Your people are very proud of you...are you ready?”
You nodded even though you had been lying. The seven kings of your enemy kingdom, had agreed to an alliance in exchange for one thing...only one.
You.
Pretty soon the beautiful bright colors that adorned your crown, gown, and palace would be replaced by dreary black and blue. Something that you didn’t look forward to. You had only agreed because this would mean both side of the kingdom would put aside their differences and come together as one to help one another. You hated the way those awful men ran their kingdom. Instead of being about love and togetherness, they inflicted pain and fear into their people, the people that made them kings. It made you wonder if they were held by their mothers as children.
Your mother straightened your crown while your younger siblings rocked on their feet. You hadn’t bothered to put on your beautiful dresses and opted for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
You knelt down to greet your younger brother and two sisters.
“Promise me you three will take care of my throne while I’m gone?” you grabbed your younger brother whom was only five as your other two sisters, 12 and 13 hide their tears from you.
Tearfully your baby brother took off his favorite necklace and held it out for you, your sisters followed in haste. Tearfully you hugged all three of them, inhaling sharply as not to cry.
“Your majesty...the carriage is ready.”
You turned towards the guard who had been standing there, witnessing everything. You stood up tall and nodded.
“Never forget where you come from...and who you are my daughter.” your mother kissed your forehead. “When this is all over you will return home, and we’ll be all be together again.”
With another nod, you turned towards the guard, following him outside. You were taken aback when your people, the citizens of yoru kingdom stood on either side of the path. As you walked down the trail they all knelt, bowing down to you. They knew of your sacrifice and they knew what the enemy kingdom had told your family. It was a thank you, a way of saying “we are indebted to you”. Before you got on the carriage you turned towards your people and without another word you did you best bow and as you stood upright you punched the air with your fist a determined look on your face. A cheering roar echoed throughout the crowd as you got in the carriage.
“If it’s any consolation, they’re allowing you to bring your pets,” the guard said as he helped me on. “You are very brave princess Y/N.”
“Thank you...you have been a great guardian for my family and I hope we shall cross paths again soon.” you said sadly.
You could only wave goodbye to your kingdom as the carriage drove off. You sighed. You had never been to enemy kingdom before, you have never even bothered to learn its name. You knew of their rulers though.
All of them ruthless, cold blooded, and pure evil in your eyes. You had only ever seen them once, when your father was at the sharp end of a sword.
Kim Namjoon who was supernaturally intelligent , Kim Seokjin the eldest king and scarily precise with a sword, Kim Taehyung who was a sweet talker who could obtain whatever he wanted, Park Jimin whose had the eyes of a siren, Min Yoongi whose anger issues were notorious, Jung Hoseok whose feet were as fast as his words, and Jeon Jungkook who much Taehyung could use his words to get away with too much.
You were betrothed, a slave to all of them...
You felt an uneasy aura go through you as you entered, you took a good look at the castle. It was nowhere near as light-hearted and whimsical as your home. It was dark, dreary almost. You looked down at your hands your fist clenched. For the kingdom, Y/N.
You were welcomed by a woman in a maid’s uniform. You stepped off the carriage feeling your heart drop.
“You must be Y/N. My name is Rina, I have been appointed as your personal maid and assistant.” she bowed towards me. “Welcome to Bangtan.” (Sue me lol. It actually sounds like a good kingdom name)
“Please, don’t use formalities. I’m only (your age).” you tried to sound polite. You could tell that this girl was not excited to be living in such a palace herself.
“I heard you were a kind hearted princess...but to hear you...a sigil of royalty speak to me as if I am your equal...you truly are a dream.” she blushed a deep red.
“Oh but you are my equal...our statuses don’t make us who we are...it’s our character.” you winked. “From now of you will refer to me by Y/N...not princess, your majesty, none of that stupid title bullshit.” you allowed your true self to show. You barely swore around your family, but since you were on your own, it was open season.
“Bless your soul Princess- I mean Y/N.”she smiled shyly. “You come with me. Your things will be tended to.”
You followed Rina inside and were suddenly met by a horrible chill.
“Is it always this cold?” you asked to which she replied with a nod.
“The kings like to keep it cool when it gets hot during the summer months.”Rua replied.
“Yeah but it’s like a freezer in here.” you shivered a bit. Talk about an odd welcome.
“Well those are the kings for you. They were always the cold type.” she frowned. You could tell that she held some sort of animosity towards them. “The throne room is this way. After that I’ll escort you to your room”
You nodded and followed her. Well it was now or never. You were led into the throne room which almost took you by surprise. It was surprisingly bright and filled with paintings on the walls the sun peeked through the windows.
“The kings are on their way.” Rina looked frightened. “I hope you’ll understand I’ll have to use formalities towards you in their presence.”
You didn’t have time to asked why before the doors swung open. You and Rina turned around to find seven men by the door, all standing tall.
“P-presenting Princess Y/N L/N...she j-just arrived.” Rina stammered over her words. You noticed she had a grasp on your wrist.
You knew each one all too well, you didn’t need to be introduced to them, not at all.
“So this is the princess...Y/N, was it?” Namjoon raised as eyebrow, smirking at you as you confidently walked up to them. You crossed your arms. You weren’t going to let them scare you.
“Precisely.” you held your head up high. “You must be...Namjoon.” you said unenthusiastically. “The first to be crowned, moreover...the leader.”
“Hm, you know your history.” he smirked. “I’m assuming you-”
“Know of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Seokjin, Taehyung and Hoseok?...Everyone in my kingdom knows of you and your reputation.” you said tiredly. “Sadly.”
“Hm...So you know of our power?” Hoseok asked.
“What we’re capable of...” Taehyung followed.
“and what we’ll do to get what we want?” Jungkook ended.
“....Yes.” you sighed. “Of course if I had other options....”
“Ah but you don’t....you swore your betrothal to us...little Y/N.” Seokjin hissed sweetly. “Of course don’t worry, we wouldn’t be so harsh on you.”
“Unless of course you were a masochist.” Namjoon added. “Although I expected you to....dress better for such an event.” he tsked at your casual wear.
“I wear my gowns for an event worthy of a fucking gown.” you spat. “You can forget about me wearing pieces of string just to satisfy you.” you crossed your arms. “I don’t do that, especially not for men like you.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to argue with us...little Y/N...remember this arrangement...to help your people...your family...you wouldn’t go as far to be so selfish.” Yoongi smirked, knowing your reply.
“How dare you use that against me...” you clenched your fist. “If war wasn’t as risk I would punch you right where you stand.” you hissed.
“Hmm, think of it this way Y/N. You get to be waited on hand and foot.” Namjoon began. “No one would be stupid enough to cross you with us around.”
“You get do do things you’ve never had the chance to do before.” Seokjin follow.
“You get to experience what it really means to be a ruler.”
“You don’t have to lift a finger...or work in general”
“And if you’re lucky, you might find you actually enjoy it here.”
“All alone with us.”
“To do whatever it is that pretty little mind can summon....Especially when you can’t sleep at night”
You eyed the seven kings, they seemed like they had the same plan in their head.
“So...with that being said...we hope you enjoy your stay in our castle.” Namjoon said.
“Because you’re all ours Y/N.” they chorused, all wearing the exact same smirk.
What had you agreed to...
...
Rina had taken to your room as promised.
“Y/N I applaud your bravery but if you keep this up you’ll surely be punished.” Rina exhaled an extreme breath. “What you did might have opened up a portal of a load of-”
“I don’t care what portals I’ve opened up, Rina.” you snapped lightly. “They do not control me, or my fate. The minute our kingdoms are merged...I’ll be queen and this kingdom will do what I say...sure they’ll be kings but I find I can be quite convincing when I want to be.”
Rina looked at you. She wished she could be as brave as you. The only reason she had taken this place as a maid in the palace was so she could send money to her family, the kings had no care for their people it seemed. So she made sure her family was fed first, then she would send whatever she could to her village.
“They don’t stand a chance....” you said determined.
“You are signing a death certificate...but I admire you.” Rina sighed. “I was also requested to tell you that dinner begins at 7:30, and you are advised to comply because you do not want them to come up and bring you physically.”
“Great....Now who do I speak to about being shown around this place.” you sighed.
“I’ll show her.”
You grimaced...that damn voice.
You turned around and saw Hoseok standing by the door. Rina seemingly ducked behind you. Were you a human shield or what?
“You, Maid...you’re needed to help prepare dinner in the kitchens.” Hoseok pointed towards Rina.
“Right away!” she bowed before scurrying off without another look at us.
“...Y/N was it? Follow me.” he said turning around.
You hated to admit, but this place was twice as big as your palace back home. It looked way too easy to get lost so you had no choice but to comply.
Wordlessly you followed Hoseok down an unfamiliar looking hallway. Well the whole fucking castle was unfamiliar.
“Hm...you seem nervous.” Hoseok began smirking. “Don’t worry...I won’t bite you...unless of course you’re asking.”
“No thanks.” you crossed your arms. You were led down another hall. “What is this place?”
“We’re almost there.” Hoseok’s smile widened.
“Wait a minute...I thought you were showing me-”
“I am...but first...I must show you something.”
“Like what exactly?” you stopped walking. “If you plan of playing dirty tricks then you can forget it.”
“Never I’m almost hurt you’d assume such a thing.” Hoseok faked a sad face. “Now come along...the others aren’t as patient as I am.”
Slowly you bagan walking again.
You followed Hoseok into a strange looking room, you were taken aback at the appearance. This was either a dungeon....or a sex room. You didn’t want to stick around to find out.
The ironic thing about this was that it was just as big as the throne room, where seven thrones sat. As Hoseok predicted, the other six were all on their respective spots.
“HEY!” You were taken aback when your arms were bound behind your back by shackles.
“Just so you don’t try anything.” you felt Hoseok whisper in your ear in a sickeningly sweet tone.
“Try what!?!?!” you argued, trying to shake out of your bindings.
“You can cut that bullshit now, Y/N.” Namjoon got up and approached you. “No we aren’t any happier than you are about this fucking arrangement.”
“The why did you arrange it! You get these shackles off me or I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off....you didn’t know what you were gonna do.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hoseok said from behind you.
“Not really.” you were now genuinely more confused than angry.
“It’s because we want you Y/N.” Namjoon chuckled.
“Uh...yeah we’ve already established tha- OH!” You suddenly realized what he meant. “You mean...all of your...all seven of you.”
“Precisely” Namjoon’s smirk broadened. “Of course the thought of merging kingdoms is absolutely repulsive to me...I will admit our land could...use a bit of an agricultural and technological advantage. It was the perfect plan.”
Okay now you didn’t know how to feel.
“We get you all to ourselves, you get to help your people, and we get to keep our position as kings.” Jungkook watched you from his throne. “Of course you being the positive light you are saw an opportunity, you just fell right into our trap like a helpless little mouse.”
“I’m still lost at what this me-” Namjoon tilted your head up to look at him.
“It means, my dear, and here I thought you were smarter...what a shame. It means that during our time together, you get to be our good little pet. You get all of our undivided attention. We had the special room built just for you...to “ he chuckled. “Explore.”
“Save some of her for the rest of us Namjoon...poor thing already looks like she’s prepared for something...” Taehyung commented.
“P-prepared?” you squeaked. “F-for what exactly.”you asked, knowing good and well his answer.
“Hm...wouldn’t you love to know.” they all chorused.
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Currently obsessed with Stranger Things (SPOILERS!!!!)
I didn’t start watching Stranger Things for a long time. I’m not sure why? The rest of my family tried to coax me into watching with them for a while but I refused every time. They told me I would like it because I liked the Five Night’s at Freddy’s franchise. Maybe I didn’t watch it just because my brother liked it and I was sure if he did then I wouldn’t. I walked in on them watching “The Mall Rat” and that episode without the context just confirmed to me that I wouldn’t like it. But then Steven Universe came along (ironically my brother got me into it). I’ve been obsessed with SU since January and wanted everyone I knew to be dragged in too. So my family and I made a deal. I would watch Stranger Things if they watched Steven Universe. And man am I glad we did.
We started season 1 on May 20th and I immediately fell in love with all the characters. But most of all Mike, Eleven, and Dustin in particular. Their friendship dynamic is adorable and the hug in “The Monster” was one of my favorite moments of season 1. Eleven and Mike’s relationship is so so soooooo cute and I was so upset when Eleven disappeared again.
Season 2 was equally impressive. More, really. More intense. More graphic. More dread. More VFX. It was amazing. So unsettling with Will’s possession etc. and El’s sideplot with her mother and ‘sister’ was fairly interesting. I liked the Jancy moments. I don’t remember anything super distinct other than Bob’s death (destroyed me for several days), Will’s ‘exorcism’ of sorts, and Eleven and Mike’s reunion. Super cool.
Season 3 was my favorite so far. So many Mileven moments. The romance drama was a little exhausting but it was necessary for Will to feel tragically ignored. I was crushed when he destroyed castle Byers. One of my favorite things about Season 3 though was the introduction of Robin (who I call Piper sometimes, no idea why) and Erica. They’re so witty and just great additions. The Dustin/Steve/Robin/Erica team was so enjoyable. I loved Murray and Alexei (May he Rest In Peace) as well. Can we just talk about that one scene at the end of “The Sauna Test” where Billy and Heather present their army of The Flayed and they’re all singing “We’ll Meet Again”? I got chills. It was soooo sick. But the best part of this season was the finale, which I watched a few days ago. With every season finale comes a reunion of the A Team. When the adult team, teen team, and kid teams come together you know stuff’s about to get real. Let’s start from the beginning. Jonathan is so great under pressure and his quick thinking to get that thing out of Eleven’s leg was super cool. Everyone standing around Eleven trying to comfort her in her intense pain was... dare I say it... heartwarming? I just enjoyed that scene a lot. Especially the one shot with Dustin holding Eleven’s hand and Mike holding her head up while she’s got the stick in her mouth. Poor thing. She was so brave. Again, I can’t remember anything distinct except for that scene, Dustin singing with his girlfriend (who I thought was fake tbh), Billy’s sacrifice, Hopper’s ‘death’, and the parting of ways. The heart wrenching goodbye. This broke me. For no reason other than Mike and Eleven being separated AGAIN. That was the only time I cried in the series (Ok the separation of Jonathan & Nancy and Will & his friends contributed). It was extremely satisfying to see the news finally expose everything that had gone on in the last few years for everyone to see. All the unnecessary deaths. All the torment for the families involved. And then there was Hopper’s letter to El. Oh my word I was bawling. Their father-daughter relationship was so nice to see and him spilling out his feelings and advice to her in that letter had me sobbing. I cannot WAIT until season four.
In conclusion, I am so glad I agreed to be dragged into Stranger Things, even if I was a little late.
WAIT HOPPER’S ALIVE-
#stranger things#sorry for the rant??#i love mike and eleven so much#they are babeys#i need season 4 now!!#im obsessed#kinda off topic i know#forgive me
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Undertales of Friendship: In Which Papyrus Shows He’s STILL Great
Papyrus groaned as he saw the ball slip past his paddle yet again, the score on the screen now 3 to 17. He looked over at his opponent, a beanie wearing colt with a dark brown coat and a controller for a cutie mark. Button Mash was the greatest gamer of Ponyville, and the owner of the only video games the town had, all made by Doctor Whooves. Today, Papyrus and Sans were babysitting the little gamer... and the former was getting his proverbial butt handed to him.
"WHATINTHEHOWDIDYOUIDONTSEE...AUGH!" He said, exasperated as Button Mash giggled. Sans just chuckled as he watched, drinking ketchup.
"admit it bro, he has you beat." sans said, shaking his head.
"NEVEEEEER! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE THE ULTIMATE COMEBACK AND... OH BOTHER." He said as the ball went by again, Button winning the game.
"paps, he boned you. big time." He winked at Button Mash, who chuckled.
"SANS! STOP PLAGUING MY LIFE WITH YOUR INCIDENTAL PUNS!"
"sorry pap. It was an... incident." He winked.
"AUGH! I NEED TO GO WASH UP, I PLAYED THAT GAME DOWN TO THE BONE." He went wide-eyesocketed and faceskulled. "OH DRAT. I WALKED INTO THAT ONE." With that, off he went, Button Mash piling on the couch by Sans. He was staying at their house for now until mom was out of work, and he loved coming by. The two had so many cool things from underground, like action figures and comic books, and best of all, thanks to their sciency friend Alphys, he had a place where he could plug in his games besides the outlets at home. Yeah, the two were pretty cool.
"hey kid, you having fun?" Sans asked.
"Sure am! Papyrus is pretty cool guy. But he is kind of a bad loser isn't he?"
"eh, pay it no mind kid. we monsters are ALL losers, I mean all of us lost to Frisk right?"
Button blinked. "I don't get it."
Sans gave a softer smile.
"in losing to frisk we won his friendship and our freedom. and we wound up winning a way out of the underground and into the lives of some neat ponies. like you."
Button smiled, going to change the cartridge in his arcade style machine. Now no longer a ping pong game, it now focused on the adventures of Daring Do. It was a game made by Dr. Whooves for Rainbow Dash, and Button Mash also wound up with it.
This was the game Papyrus came out to.
"WOWIE! WHAT IS THIS GAME, HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?!"
Button giggled. "It's called Daring Do and the Digital Descent. It's about how Daring Do, that's the main character, has to explore these ruins, raiding tombs for lost treasures and hidden artifacts."
Papyrus hmmed. "MAY I TRY ONE LIFE?"
Button was about to nod as the door opened, Button's Mom coming in. Chess Queen was a gamer like her son, with a picture of a chess pawn for a cutie mark, and she loved to play games with her son. Sadly, work often made that hard to do, and so she tried to get what time she could. She thanked the skeleton brothers for babysitting, and left, promising to call on them from now on for babysitting jobs.
But as they left Papyrus just slumped into a chair, Sans looking at him worriedly. "what is it bro?"
"OH... NOTHING."
"come on. I know you too well... out with it."
Papyrus sighed. "CAN ALWAYS TELL WHEN YOUR CONCERNED... YOU STOP TELLING JOKES. ALRIGHT..." He sits up a little. "EVER SINCE WE LEFT THE UNDERGROUND... WELL I KINDA FELT USELESS. I'M NOT A ROYAL-GUARD-IN-TRAINING ANYMORE, I DON'T HAVE TO CAPTURE HUMANS, I DON'T EVEN MAKE ANY PUZZLES!"
Sans hmmed. "have you tried working as a guard for twilight?"
"IT ISN'T THE SAME SANS. THEY AREN'T REALLY NEEDED HERE. I JUST FEEL... USELESS. LIKE I AM THE BUTT OF JOKES... DESPITE NOT HAVING ONE."
Sans chuckled. "well... you made a good joke there."
"THE POINT IS SANS THAT THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME TO DO BUT BABYSIT. YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING ANYWAY SO THAT IS NO DIFFERENT... BUT ME I NEED A GOAL, I NEED AN ADVENTURE. I NEED... SOMETHING." He sighed sadly. Sans looked at his brother and nodded in understanding. Papyrus needed something to fill his life, a goal. He hmmed and recalled that game and suddenly had an idea. It was crazy, but...
"hey, why don't we talk to rainbow dash? i'm sure you would be helpful in one of her adventures with daring do."
Papyrus considered. "WORTH A SHOT. LET'S GO OVER RIGHT AWAY!"
"pap... it's midnight."
"PERFECT! SHE WON'T HAVE LEFT FOR WORK YET!" And with that he leapt out the window dramatically... .right into the outside garbage can.
"I'M ALRIGHT!" sans watched as two ponies clothed in green carried the garbage can off. "NO I'M NOT!"
Sans sighed. This might be harder than he thought.
R,K, Yearling, a well known writer of action stories, was reading aloud the adventures of the famous adventurer Daring Do to several of the young foals and monsters, and was rather pleased how into the stories they all were. She was especially glad to see some of them getting symbols on them which could mean they would also be adventurers.
Good thing to. R. K. Yearling was not as spry as she used to be, despite still being a very active and adventurous philly. See, she was actually in truth Daring Do herself, the legendary explorer, tomb raider, and overall exciting individual. Only one pony in the audience knew who she really was, and said pony with a rainbow mane and tail and a light cyan coat with a rainbow thunderbolt cutie mark was practically squeeing with joy, trying to hide how excited she is to see the legendary pony who was not only her idol, but also a friend.
"... and so, with the chalice of the changelings secure in her maw, Daring Do leapt onto the plane piloted by her best friend and sped away into the night sky. Below, her doglike nemesis shouted up at her, screaming, 'CURSE YOU DARING DOOOOOOOO!' as the temple collapsed around him. And so, the world was saved again, thanks to the brave efforts of Daring Do." R.K. Yearling smiled as her audience cheered, the latest story about the Changelings Chalice already a success. As the foals went to buy a copy, the author approached RD, giving her a hoofbump.
"Not bad reading, R.K." Rainbow said with a wink. The two giggled at the fun of a secret identity.
"I HAPPEN TO THINK SO!" Another voice said, scaring the two out of their skins. A fitting thing, the duo soon seeing Papyrus before them when they turned to the castle library entrance. Papyrus had managed to get out of the garbage dump and clean up, but ever since had searched for Rainbow Dash everywhere. By the time he had located the legendary cloudbuster, they were at the castle library, and Papyrus listened intently to the story R.K. read aloud.
And his favorite part was that Daring Do encountered lots of deadly puzzles, his secret (yeah right ~sans) love. R. K. Yearling, being Daring Do in disguise, was not shocked by the skeleton.
"Ah, you must be one of the monsters from the underground. I have heard of you."
Papyrus squeed. "REALLY? WOWIE! I AM FAMOUS STILL, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM HONORED AND FLATTERED YOU KNOW OF ME!"
Rainbow chuckled some. "R. K., This is Papyrus. Friends call him Pap. He tried to be part of the royal guard for Asgore while they were underground, but has yet to try it for any of the princesses."
"ACTUALLY, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU TWO CAN HELP ME. SEE... I FEEL SOMEWHAT USELESS IN THIS UPPER WORLD. BUT I SAW A GAME BASED ON DARING DO, AND I ALSO HEARD THAT STORY... AND I WANT TO TRY IT! I WANT TO RAID IN TOMBS MYSELF, ESPECIALLY ONE FILLED WITH PUZZLES!"
R.K. Hmmmmed. normally she worked alone. But an adventure with Rainbow proved even she could use some help from time to time. Besides, the adventures she had since that time with Rainbow Dash were some of her best sellers! She hmmmed some more as she considered.
"Well... Daring Do does work with others on occasion. I can contact her and see if maybe... MAYBE... you can join in. But I warn you. She doesn't work too well with others, nor does she allow any slacking off. You need to do your part."
Papyrus smiled proudly. "I AM GRATEFUL! I AM SURE SHE WILL BE HONORED FOR SUCH A COOL FRIEND AS MYSELF TO PARTAKE IN HER ADVENTURES!"
R.K. chuckled worriedly, looking to Rainbow Dash just to make sure this guy was on the level. Rainbow shrugged but nodded reassuringly.
"Well... at the very least he is somewhat good with puzzles..."
R.K. hmmmed. "Perhaps I can convince her then." She said, walking off. Papyrus tilted his head some as he looked at her.
"IS IT JUST ME... OR DOES SHE LOOK A LOT LIKE THE MARE IN HER STORIES...?"
Rainbow laughed nervously and shook her head feverishly, trying to say how wrong he was, leading him to Sugar Cube Corner to have a snack while they waited. They did not have to wait long. As the two were snacking on some cupcakes (Papyrus preferring the one from Muffet now that she FINALLY could make them be edible), in walked a golden coated mare with a mane that was somewhat like a monochrome verson of Rainbow Dash's mane. On her flank was a compass for a cutie mark, and on her head was a pitched hat. The pegasus, Daring Do herself, smiled as she saw her friend and the skeleton.
"OH MY GOD! YOUR..."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh... not so loud. Even walls have ears." She pointed at a nearby wall, where an ear shaped monster was sipping a milkshake, then groaned.
"Well, excuuuuuuuuuuse me." He said flatly, walking out as Daring Do pulled out a scroll. It was covered in arcane runes, done in a very weird pattern.
"R.K. said you wanted to help, and Rainbow has said you are a monster who likes hard puzzles."
Papyrus nodded. "YES INDEED! MY PUZZLES ARE EXPERTLY COOKED AND VERY FAIR."
Daring DO pointed a hoof at the runes. "Try this one then. No one can figure it out, not even me." She hmmed as she looked at it. But Papyrus blinked.
"THIS... THIS IS NO PUZZLE... IT IS A MAZE!" He pointed at a small dot amidst some lines. "LOOK, THIS HAS TO BE EITHER WHERE YOU START OR WHERE YOU END, AND..." He pointed to a strange symbol that seemed to have no meaning. "... THIS HAS TO BE THE FINISH! SOOOO... IT IS LIKE MY INVISIBLE ELECTRICITY MAZE!" He began to trace his finger across it, but sweated as he could not find the solution. But as he worked...
"Hey... Pap your right!" Rianbow said, pointing her hoof along a path Papyrus had not tried yet. He stared in wonder.
"UNBELIEVEABLE! YOU SOLVED THAT SO EASILY... TOO EASILY..." He said, Daring Do smiling.
"So, It is a map and not an inscription. This brings me much closer to it."
"CLOSER TO WHAT?" Papyrus asked, curious.
"Long ago, the ancient zebras of the jungle wherein I found this believed that there lay various stones of incredible power. These were not like the Elements, or even many amulets or glyphs, this was a stone that was forged of its own will. A stone that, if the legend holds, was able to bring about eternal life.
"It is called the Lazarus Lapis."
Papyrus blinked. "INCONCIVABLE! WHEN YOU'RE DEAD YOU TURN INTO DUST!"
Daring Do chuckled. "Not with this stone. With it you can cheat death over and over. Immortality in the tip of your hoof... or in your case, the palm of your bony hand."
Rainbow Dash hmmed. "So, you want us to come along?"
Daring Do smiled. "I already had it shown that friends can help when the going gets rough. So, your in." He looked to Papyrus. "As for you, I heard your trying to get into the royal guard somewhere."
Papyrus nodded sadly. "YES. ASGORE DISBANDED HIS FOR THE MOST PART SAVE FOR A COUPLE, AND TWILIGHT REALLY DOESN'T NEED THEM, SO THAT LEAVES ONLY THE PRINCESSES."
Daring smiled. "Pretty lofty goal, it is not easy being one of their royal guards. But if you help me out, I'll put a good word in for you. I have connections in the palace."
Papyrus beamed, but before he could say a word Daring continued. "BUT... you have to listen to me, and when I say jump, you ask how far you fly, got it?"
Papyrus saluted.
"Good. We set out at once for the Zebracan Wildlands!" She shouted the three heading out, unaware of a shadowy figure watching their every move, chuckling at what they were looking for.
"Immortality... heh heh heh..."
"DAY 12. HOT AND STEAMY, LIKE MY EXPERTLY COOKED SPAGHETTI. THE WILD JUNGLES OF ZEBRACA BLEACH MY BONES WITH THEIR HEAT. FOLLOWING THE MAP, WE TRAVERSE INTO THE JUNGLE DEEPER AND DEEPER UNTIL..."
"Shhhhhhh..." Rainbow Dash said, chuckling some, Daring Do rolling her eyes. the journey to Zebraca had been easy going until they arrived, and sine finding the starting point, an old abandoned village, they had followed the map through what appeared to be a massive and abandoned zebra metropolis. Daring was on constant lookout, her gaze set to all directions, finally raising a hoof.
"WHAT IS IT?" Papyrus whispered, despite his speech still being all caps for some weird reason. Daring Do looked back at the others and narrowed her gaze.
"We are not alone." She turned back to the front... winding up nose to nose with a zebra clothed in tribal garb and wielding a nasty looking spear. Daring eeped some.
"Take flight!" She screamed, both she and Rainbow Dash taking to the air... but Papyrus just smiled, even as more of the zebra cannibals suddenly appeared.
"WOWIE! YOU LOOK LIKE ZECORA! AND I LOVE THE FACEPAINT AND LEATHER OUTFITS!"
He approached, several of the cannibal zebras speaking to one another in an ancient tongue, one pulling out a book titled "1001 cooking uses for Skeletons", looking Papyrus up and down. You had to admire their creativity in being able to cook Skeletons, all things considered. But still, high above in the air, Rainbow and Daring groaned.
"Is he REALLY that stupid?!" Daring finally said. "They will tear him apart unless he gets outta there!"
Rainbow suddenly had an idea. "Papyrus! Show them your really cool normal attack!"
Papyrus looked up. "OH. OKAY!" He looked to the zebras. "NOW, BE WARNED, IT IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS." He began to pull out a variety of bones, heaving them in rather impossible ways, where they formed the shapes of letters, changed size, turned all colors, and even did the occasional ballet routine around the zebras.
Then... the attacks began to hit, Pap not even seeing as his wild attack was sending zebras flying left and right. They began to chant and dodge, some catching bones to use in their soup, others shouting in fear and running. Papyrus heaved as he finished, wide eye-socketed as the zebras had mostly vanished, save one he unintentionally trapped in the perfectly built bone cage.
"OH MY... GUESS I OVER DID IT." He said sadly, Daring Do blinking some.
"Ok... that was cool." She said. Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"Eh, it needs to be about 20% cooler." She said, the two landing below to interrogate the zebra.
"Papyrus... break out the spaghetti." Daring Do said, grinning evilly. The zebra native said just two words.
"EA HAWO."
The three, having learned a little from the zebra thanks to the torture of the almost utterly inedible spaghetti, found that they actually had the map upside down, and finding that out they reached the end of the maze. As it turned out, the end had led them to a massive temple, showing the image of a tomb on it. The three looked at it in awe as they approached.
"Whoa. Awesome." Rainbow Dash said. The others were silent until finally Papyrus spoke.
"EH, IT NEEDS TO BE ABOUT 20% COOLER." The two ponies looked at him, the skeleton blinking. "WELL IT DOES! I MEAN, FOR AN ANCIENT CRUMBLING TEMPLE IT DOESN'T LOOK THE LEAST BIT FOREBODING, AND LOOK! THE ENTRANCE IS WIDE OPEN! A TREASURE OF IMMORTALITY NEEDS A BETTER PUZZLE TO PROTECT IT! THAT'S ALL I AM SAYING!"
Daring Do chuckled... then thought about what he said. Papyrus was right... it was too easy. It wouldn't be so easy to get in... unless...
She eeped as a gunshot echoed, the three taking cover. They looked up, and saw a crimson pony with a long black beard, wearing an outfit like as if the pony was trying to be Count Dracula. around him were several spiky maned ponies, several well armed.
"Well, well, well. We meet again Daring Do." The crimson pony said, chuckling some, his golden eyes staring at her, as she gritted her teeth.
"Bloodname." Daring said, the pony shouting in frustration.
"BloodRAIN! RAIN!"
"SEEMS RATHER SUNNY TO ME. HUMID, BUT SUNNY." Papyruis said, earning him a shot that just pass through his ribs. Thank goodness for being a skeleton. "OK, NOW THE TEMPLE IS COOL. THIS STALLION SURE HAS THE COOL EVIL VILLAIN PART DOWN."
The pony chuckled. "Finally, some appreciation. I may have let you steal my last chance at immortality Daring Do, but the Lazarus Lapis is too amazing to pass up. And soon it will be ALL MINE."
Rainbow Dash snorted. "Not likely. Time to get physical!" She said, about to take flight...
As a tranquilizer dart impacted her thigh.
"Wha? OOOOoooooooohhh..." She managed to get out as she fell to the ground. A similar dart impacted Daring Do. Papyrus eeped as he also was hit by one, falling on his face so hard the skull left an indent of his smile in the ground.
"That WORKED?" One of the men asked, stunned. "Wow. I didn't think a skeleton could get knocked out like that."
"I suppose they're not the only ones stunned." Bloodrain remarked with a wry smile. "Bring them. We may need them inside for the traps."
The men loyal to the evil pony grabbed the three and hauled them in. Inside, there was a massive open cavern, the floor metallic in nature, with an opening on the other side.
"Strange... what is this?" The lead pony said, sending one of his men across. But no sooner had he taken three steps when he suddenly let out a scream, a jolt of electricity shooting through him.
In an instant the minion dissolved into dust.
"An electricity maze?!" BloodRain said. He looked over at Daring Do and checked her supplies. And among them was a paper. It listed three challenges leading to the Lapis.
"First, the Path of Life. He who takes the easy path through life will find only a quick death.
Second, the Way of Life. He who cannot decide what is most important is unworthy of life.
and Third, the Stone of Life itself. He who understands the word of life may claim command over it."
He sighed as he looked to the three. "Awaken them. NOW."
As he awoke, Papyrus saw that Daring Do was being held by one of the guards, and Bloodrain had a gun toting guard aimed at Rainbow Dash. Papyrus was wide eyed.
"Wha...?"
"Listen monster. You have two choices. Either you cross the challenges or you will watch your friends suffer, and then still have to get the Lapis to save them. Which will it be?"
Ppayrus blinked. He looked at his friends. He then narrowed his eyesockets.
"DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A BAD TIME?"
BloodRain eeped as Papyrus' left eye glowed a frightening orange. But still he stood. He said nothing, everyone in the room shocked as he spoke outside of his normal self. He looked at the paper and read the clue. Then he looked around the massive room... and saw the answer.
"IT'S THE STALAGTITES!" He said, throwing several bones at them. One by one they began to fall onto the metal plate, forming a path. It was a lot of hard work, but the path through life was never easy. As the last of several stalagtites fell, he leapt onto them and just walked across with no problem, then he reread the clue.
"OK... ONE DOWN... NOW... THE WAY OF LIFE." He entered the next room and saw that the floor was actually suspended above what looked like a chamber of lava. In the center of the room were various pillars with pictures, seven in all. They showed bits, food, a heart, a smile, a spear, a ballon, and a skull. Papyrus almost hit the skull given how cool it looked but he remembered the clue. What was most important?
He looked at the pictures. he knew each one represented something. And he chuckled.
"OK, WHOEVER MADE THIS PUZZLE MUST HAVE FELT BAD AFTER THE FIRST ONE. IT IS TOO EASY." He pushed on the heart. "LOVE. LOVE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, HAPPINESS... WAIT!" Quickly he realized there was two answers, and before he took his hand off, he also pressed his hand on the smiling face. Above him, two ropes began to burn away. Papyrus watched as they led down to the door on the other side, finally opening up. He almost waked through when he heard the click of the gun.
"Good enough skeleton. Now get over here. We got the last one." Bloodrain said, laughing as he walked by. Papyrus growled at his men, who suddenly shivered. As BloodRain went through, he turned, bones in hand.
"TIME TO USE THE TECHNIQUES SANS TAUGHT ME." He quietly murmured, suddenly letting fly with the bones, using his fabled blue attack. One by one all of the gyuard ponies felt weighted down, Rainbow and Daring staring.
"YOU TWO STOP THAT CREEP, COOL THOUGH HE IS. I GOT THESE LOSERS! SINCE WE CANNOT BE FRIENDS... WE WILL BE... SENDING THEM TO TRACTION!"
Daring froze. "He almost got it." She said, she and Rainbow flying after Bloodrain, but soon emerging in a final massive chamber, the crimson pony standing over a zebra.
And all around were stones with various markings on them. DOZENS of them.
"Well if you won't tell me..." Bloodrain finally said, grabbing a random stone. "I'll just have to find out by trial and error!"
"NO!" Daring Do shouted, but it was too late. even as Bloodrain rubbed the stone on himself, he suddenly began to regress from a frightening and powerful being down to a cute and helpless baby foal, crying and begging for mommy. Daring Do blinked some.
"Well... that was unexpected." She said, looking to the zebra, who stood up. On his flank was a familiar looking mark, looking suspiciously like an outline of the Delta Rune.
"He chose poorly." The zebra said in perfect Equestrian. "As for you... I knew you would come. the legend told of this day."
Rainbow Dash blinked. "Legend?"
"Yes. The Lazarus Lapis. It was never meant to be in Equestria, or in any dimension where it could be used for terrible means. The legend states that when greedy hearts seek it, there will come ones who will find the stone, and use it's hidden power to send it somewhere safe. So it has always been, so it always will be."
Daring Do nodded. "But... which stone is it?"
"You must choose." He pointed to baby Bloodrain, who was sucking his hoof innocently. "But... choose wisely. The true Lazarus Lapis allows immortality. False ones will bestow other blessings and curses. The one he had returned him to infancy."
Daring Do hmmed. "It would have the word of life... the word of life... Lazarus. He who was dead and reborn..."
Rainbow looked to her. "Daring?"
"An old legend. Lazarus was a name given to a pony that died and was reborn. Life and death in one stone. But... what does it mean?"
"I KNOW!"
The three turned to see Papyrus, walking in casually. "THE DELTA RUNE! THE LAZARUS STONE MUST HAVE THE DELTA RUNE, LIKE THIS ONE!" He pointed to a stone with a set of wings and three triangles on it. He picked it up... and nothing happened.
"Only one way to know..." Daring Do said. She pulled out the ashes of the pony who had braved the maze, ashes she had seen upon waking up. The minions had said what happened. If this was the true stone...
Papyrus touched the stone to the ashes, and they began to glow. Slowly, the ashes began to reform into the servant pony, with less scratches and a cleaner coat. He gasped and was wide eyed, finally letting out a delighted cry. "HA! I'm free, I'm free-"
Before falling onto another stone, and turning into a changeling. Still he laughed.
"You have chosen... wisely." He turned to Papyrus. "It is to your world the stone must go. That is the fate of the stone of life, to be given to those who can guard it." "He turned to the side, pressing his hoof, and revealing a massive vortex. "If you wish to keep it, you must stay here and guard it. But if you throw it in, it will go where and when it is meant to, to one from your world meant to safeguard the stone."
Papyrus smiled, looking to Daring Do and Rainbow Dash. The latter spoke with a smile. "Eh, we got the princesses to help with reformation stuff, we don't need it here. Besides, if it fell in the wrong hands..."
Daring sighed. "Shame we can't keep something though... a souvenir."
The zebra smiled. "That can be arranged." He turned to Papyrus, who nodded.
"OK! I DECLARE THIS QUEST COMPLETED! WE WIN!" He tossed the stone in, the vortex closing forever. Sighing and smiling, he turned to the others. "WELL! THAT WAS FUN! WE MUST DO THIS AGAIN SOMETIME!"
All in the room, even the baby and the changeling, laughed.
And a few days later...
"SANS! SANS! WAKE UP!"
Papyrus was standing by his brothers unkempt bed, the clock nearby saying 4pm. Sans opened his left eye, showing the blue inside.
"pap..." But Sans froze, seeing his brother. He sat up and was wide eyesocketed, smiling broadly.
Papyrus was clothed in golden armor, wielding a nice looking halberd, a flowing cape behind him. He smiled proudly.
"I DID IT! CELESTIA MADE ME PART OF THE ROYAL GUARD! SEEMS THE ACTIONS I TOOK WITH DARING DO CONVINCED HER TO BE HER ROYAL GUARD HERE IN PONYVILLE, PROTECTING TWILIGHT!"
Sans hugged his cool brother. "i knew you would do it buddy. you made me so proud."
Papyrus began to cry. "FINALLY... AFTER SO LONG... WHO KNEW ALL I HAD TO DO WAS FACE TERRIBLE DANGER, SOLVE SOME PUZZLES, AND FIND A LEGENDARY STONE CALLED THE LAZARUS LAPIS!"
At that, Sans froze. The Lazarus Lapis? But... it couldn't be... could it?
*50 years ago*
In the underground, Toriel looked through the ruins, looking for snails, as she heard a whooshing sound behind her. When she turned around, she saw a small stone on the floor, oddly with the mark of the Delta Rune.
"What is this?" She said, picking it up. Legends spoke of a stone like this that could reform the recently destroyed. Given the failed determination experiments sans told her about, many doubt the stone existed.
She smiled some. "Maybe... with this... .there won't be anymore taken souls." She said, looking for a way to use the stone to make resurrection points, among other things. If she only knew the full story of why the stone came to her... or that it was to be with her back in Equestria.
But... what entity had caused this to be, or had it simply been a coincidence?
THE END?
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#Undertale#Undertales#MLP#My Little Pony#My Litte Pony Friendship is Magic#Crossovers#fanfic#fanfiction#crossover
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i think its always so weird to meet someone your age who grew up completely different from you? i feel like thats when you really notice the difference and omg youre so brave haha i would never dare to go on a motorcycle 🤧 id rather just walk hehe oh, my parents told me similar stories!! even tho they grew up there and everything, they barely recognise the city anymore which is kind of sad to think about :( and, yes, that was my first time meeting my grandparents!! it was kind of weird (1/4)
because i had never met them before, but it was really exciting and great to meet them for the first time!!! and, NO, i have never visited farms before for school lmao we dont really farms around and SAME, my relatives just had chickens everywhere!! it was so weird and funny afsadfa and, no, there are barely any asians around me 🤧 its weird because i just always grew up feeling incredibly out of place at times and i dont know, i felt so at home in vietnam 💕 and i LOVE b99 too!! (2/4)
ive only watched the first five season of it tho because the other seasons arent available here!! but ive watched b99 soooo many times now that its truly insane haha and, yes!! you should definitely watch rpdr 🤧 its sooo dramatic and fun sdfsdfs oh, sad to hear that the ghibli films arent available in your country :( i hope they will be soon because the ghibli films are truly great! and, yes, the heir is the one with krystal!! whatd you think of it? and youre right, asian dramas are a (3/4)
whole new level of drama, but i feel like that makes it soo great? and, yes, id take that money any freaking day!! i mean couldn't they just use that freaking money and elope or something like that?? and im trying to get into painting because i used to do it a lot more when i was younger and i wanted to pick it up again!! what about you? and the last book i read was all the bright places!! im looking for books to read!! youve got any recs ? have a great night/day too 💕💕(4/4)
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ooo yeah i get it! i really love meeting new people and learning about new cultures and differences in growing up! and it’s also really cool to hear about the similarities too :’) the motorcycle was a wild ride, literally, but i was like “when else will i get to experience this?” jaslkjfdhasaf i did enjoy walking around though because it’s so beautiful 💕 omg yeah it’s really sad to see that so much has changed in the city that it’s unrecognizable for them, but meanwhile, the villages have basically stayed the same after all these years ): and that’s awesome!!! i hope you had a good time with your grandparents 💛
ahh i think i’m just used to seeing farms if we drive a bit outside of the cityscape, and quite a few of my school field trips were to farms, but omg you should visit one sometime maybe! it’s really fun meeting all the animals and interesting to learn about how to run a farm. did you get to collect eggs from the chickens in the morning? that was the fun part for me LOL and oh gosh, i can’t even imagine ): i hope you get to visit vietnam again soon 💛💛 do you want to move elsewhere after college? or will you stay in your hometown?
omg well season 6 and 7 are just as amazing and funny as the previous seasons!!! they won’t disappoint :’) i see all the memes from rpdr and i’m like yes, i must watch this. ah yeah, unfortunately, i have to go through those sketchy websites to watch studio ghibli. i’ve never watched it before i came to college surprisingly aksdjfhlkasjdf one of my suitemates made me watch a few with her when she found out LOL omg it’s been so long, but i remember thinking “damn they’re supposed to be high schoolers????” aslkdjfhalskf i also really like rachel in the drama and the actress that played her, so i watched fight for my way because of her :’) also i liked the friendship between the two main characters’ mothers! and minhyuk was such a good friend, and i thought the on air radio confession between krystal’s character and his was really cute akjdsfas
omg i think they’re a bit too dramatic for me asjkldhfalsjkdfas like if some guy grabbed my arm real hard like that, i’d be like “get tf off me now before i pepper spray you” oh, but i really liked age of youth!!! i preferred the actress from the first season for eunjae though. and yes!!! also they were barely in a relationship to begin with? as yuta says, i can find love but i can’t find money. omg i love painting! what subjects do you like to paint the most? which medium do you use? i’ve been busy with painting for my quarter project and working on my coding assignments for class rip. and oooo i just searched for that book and found its pdf online; i’ll bookmark it to read later! ahhh i haven’t read a book in so long, but i really love fangirl by rainbow rowell and any poetry books by lang leav! i hope your week has been going well, honey bee 🌸
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Hello again everyone! Please help me welcome @courtorderedcake back to the CSSNS!!!
I am soooo thrilled to be welcoming Court back to the CSSNS this year! Everyone go say hi and give her some love!
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@courtorderedcake
How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?
2 years, 5 mos
When did you start shipping Captain Swan?
The minute Killian Jones tied a strip of fabric around Emma's hand, and then she shackled him to a rock. I knew that relationship was going to be hot 🔥.
What drew you to this event?
Last year I wrote this amazing story, but was too shy to share it, and too fucking lazy to finish it. Now, I want to finish it because it's so close to being done, and so am I.
What inspired your topic?
Old school Faerie stories, and a few other ideas that fell into this.
If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.
In the darkness, she caught a flash of her flame reflecting off leather, a hand wearing several rings twitching in the dim.
”Hello?” She called, opening her palm to expand the blue light of the wisp. “Who’s there?”
The blue light cast an eerie glow on the iron bars built into the cave, lighting the sparkle of quartz in the stone walls. She leaned into the dripping cell, trying to see the creature that lurked out of her sight. Searing heat lit in her forearm as she accidentally touched the iron, hissing in pain.
”Careful Princess.” a voice said drolly. “Wouldn’t want to burn such lovely skin.”
She threw the light into the front of the room, conjuring another in her hand as her eyes widened. There in the corner sat a man, dark haired and pale skinned, sharp angles of shadow playing across a face that was clearly fae. He looked up, hair a shaggy, grown out version an older style. He was unshaven and although grime covered his cheeks, his steely blue eyes showed an alert edge that frightened her.
“Who…” She straightened her back, and tried to hide her gulp. “Who are you?”
He laughed darkly, and flicked his hand to extinguish the wisp. It sighed as it sputtered out. She peered into the darkness again, trying to find his silhouette.
He was suddenly in front of her, stepping into the light cast from her hand, smirking. He stood taller than her, broad shoulders and muscles not hidden by an out-of-style laced shirt, and leather breeches. At one time, there may have been a cravat, but now his chest was bare and dark hair glinted blue in the light and what looked like a waistcoat lay rumpled in a corner. She caught his eye and his eyebrow cocked up, the smirk on his face widening.
“I’m Killian. Killian Jones.” With another flick of his wrist he extinguished the wisp in her palm, and she cursed, summoning another with shaking hands as he laughed at her.
When a new blue flame danced in her hand, she saw him walking back to the corner where he’d originally sat. Squinting her eyes, she followed his form as he relaxed back against the wall. Through the dim light of the cell, she could see how bare it was aside from a few books, a chamber pot, and a straw cot that looked mostly unused. The cell was smoothed, all edges almost melted away. He had nothing to end his own life with.
They were by no means fully immortal. She’d heard tell of Fae crushed, or wounded by iron swords. The elements were never feared; being friends with the air, the sea, the earth and even the flame meant that they had no worry of death by them. Immortality only meant they would stay in their youthful form. Even a hard press against the iron would only leave painful burns that healed before death. What had happened to him? Why was he here, rotting away in the rarely used dungeons?
“How do you know who I am?” she asked, tentatively stepping closer to the bars again. “Why are you here?”
His laugh echoed off the walls, surrounding her, making her shiver as if she was chilled.
“I know many, many things, Princess.” He held the ‘S’ longer, and she felt her chest constrict slightly. He turned over his shoulder, eyes catching the blue of the wisp making them look more unearthly. “I’m here because I tried to kill your family… And you.”
“You're… You're the Dark One?” Emma looked him over again, confusion written on her face as she chewed her lip. “That can't be right, you're my age and -”
“Simply held in a sort of stasis, darling. Immortal and cursed to serve a never-ending sentence rotting down here, while the royal family rules with an iron fist.” He hissed, snarling at her. Darkness flared behind him, shadows moving in snake like sinews. Emma tried to remain brave but felt herself tremble at his vitriol. His temper cooled as quickly as it had flared, almost as if he was a different person. “What do I owe the displeasure of your visit anyway? You weren't expecting me, I'm guessing?”
“I…” Thinking on what even to say, Emma watched the eyes of a predator survey her, trying not to focus on the way he captured his bottom lip between his teeth or the crazy gleam in his pupils. He looked feral, and it unsettled her. Taking a deep breath, she tucked into the familiarity of decorum. “I have been tasked with partnering with you to help defeat a threat, a siege currently taking place.”
Killian Jones blinked twice, and then laughed.
Emma had never heard anything like it, the dangerous edge of a low growled chuckle, like the rumble of thunder as lightning lit up a darkened hollow. It was jarring, madness right in front of her eyes on display.
“Well. Aren't you a daring lass. What's in it for me, if I should help you?” he asked, and stepped forward, laying his palms on the bars and watching with depraved amusement as his flesh hissed.
“Oh, well -”
“You didn't think I would do anything for you or your family without payment, did you, princess?” Her cheeks reddened and he laughed maniacally.
“Honor, you'd -”
“What use do I have for bloody honor?” He interrupted, darkness flaring around them as he yelled, the sound echoing through the stone chambers.
“Gold, and jewels -”
“You think money can buy me to save the people who -”
Emma's heart raced, and she shouted over his voice. “A deal! A deal. My parents freedom for your own.”
Silence fell in the dungeon, the only sound the low drips of water. The Dark One looked at her incredulously, mouth agape.
“You're… You're not joking.”
Returning his own shocked whisper, Emma took a step forward. “I'm not. We have a mutual alliance in each other.”
Pulling the shard out of her dress, he hissed out a sound of longing.
“I'll take the deal. Set me free and you will have your parents freedom in return.” He looked at her hungrily, his eyes zeroed in on the silver chain around her neck.
“No funny business, if you don't free my parents the deal is off, alright?” Emma shot him a look, and he reached his hand through the iron bars for her to seal their accord with.
“Yes, yes. Now free me!” He breathed excitedly, and Emma shuddered.
Placing her hand in his, she shook. The bars shimmered, falling away like silver feathers that disappeared into nothingness. At first, he stood as stunned as she did, his mouth open slightly and eyes wide. Emma watched as a smile crept slowly over his face, blackness devouring everything around her, choking her like smoke, the world shifting as if she was thrown into the night sky absent of stars.
What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?
Getting this piece done. It's killing me.
Court has done kilt me... this looks sooo awesome!!! I can’t wait for her fic to drop on August 1!! Everyone go welcome her back to the event!
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Skam France End of S3 Questionnaire - my own.
I am so ready to enjoy Imane’s season, I will also never stop talking about s3 (I think we can all do both!!). Ever. It’s one of my favorite seasons of TV and media experiences and I can’t wait to analyze it to death. (I’m going to do the s4 questions in another post bc i want ppl to read them and this is already super long, fair warning)
Favorite “big” clip : I already said Jeudi 17h32 (the bus stop farewell) but it’s such an understated scene, idk if it’s a ‘big one’. Apart from that, I love them all but ‘Vendredi 20h27 “T’es plus tout seul”’ just...did something to me on an almost spiritual level, I will remember it forever. It also give me a push on a personal level to reach out and explain some stuff to people. It made me believe in Love as the most important thing in the universe. I felt all my misgivings about being mentally ill and being worthy of love fall through the basket of my brain for one moment. Yeah. Also the parallel between God’s love and the Church and gay love, and that song, and seeing Eliott like that, and Maman Lallemant, and Lucas’ epic run, and the flashbacks, and the whole Petite Ceinture thing falling into place, dark/light and and and...yeah. Never will be over it.
Favorite “small” clip : Several come to mind but I have such a soft spot for “Lundi 08h43 - Terre Promise” where they uncover the mural ? First of all that thing was much more beautiful than I thought it would be, aesthetics on point, and Lucas and Eliott being so open and unashamed like that made me feel so warm and fuzzy after all of Lucas’ repression of his own feelings and sexuality. The music and the filming are great in this clip, and I loved learning Imane knew Eliott already and seemed so happy for them, and the whole ‘you ask about politics on Christmas’ gave me such a family vibe. The whole ‘it’s a butt - yeah we gave it our all, body and soul’ was super ridiculous but in that way you don’t even care about when you’re so high on love. It was just super cute.
Favorite romantic moment : There’s so many but I just can’t get over Lucas buying flowers and croissants for Eliott in “Samedi 9h53 - T’es pas comme les autres” even though he knows he might not appreciate it because he just wants to bring color and beauty at the edge of Eliott’s life ? As a mentally ill person the constancy and care and tenderness of it just moved me to tears. And it represents so much for Lucas’ journey beyond toxic masculinity too, and not being his dad, and letting his caring side out, and just. uggh.
Favorite kiss : The first one, still. The symbolic of it is just...ahhh. It’s a kiss but it represents so much more - going beyond comfort zones, mutual recognition, stepping into each other’s worlds, understanding, the meeting of two souuuls. And the whole under the rain at night thing is cliché but it just works so well for them because it makes you feel all the relief and strangeness and right-ness of the moment. Their love is like a force of nature.
Favorite line of dialogue : ‘Lucas, je t’aime.’
Favorite (non-Elu) character : Alexia Martineau, absolute bicon, I wish she was more present in the end of the season tbh. I love how colorful and confident and funny she is. Her style is goals, and as a bi plus-size woman the whole character is just therapeutic to me.
Favorite set : La Petite Ceinture ! I just love the creepy-cool-poetic vibe of it, how well it is used as a character building tool for Eliott, how it shows a different side of Paris as a place, gives them a place of their own, how they go back to it later, what they did with Polaris, etc etc. I love the whole poetry of decaying secret places in general, it reminds me of places I used to take refuge in as a teenager, and now I really, really want to visit it.
Favorite frame : The candlelit dinner in 19h25. That clip is a punch in the face, but visually, it’s so on point. It’s incandescent. The whole aesthetic of the clip (and the next) manage to be both romantic, and unsettling as hell. The whole idea of the houseboat with the fairylights and the light reflecting on dark water and the sounds of the boat moving.The intimate scenes that make them look like renaissance paintings with that golden light. The shots of that table in particular, with the candles behind the glass, and the two of them with the shotgunning and the blown pupils and the champagne glasses full of golden bubbles. The aesthetic is almost like religious iconography with the dark/light contrasts, light through glass ( the candle motif is repeated in the church scene) and the way it frames their feelings - it’s so f*cking intense, exhilarating, almost too much. It makes you feel both Lucas’ awe at being loved like that, how in tune they are, and the fact that Eliott’s manic episode is really about to surface, the brief descent into darkness to come. It does so many things. It’s gorgeous.
Favorite Lucas character arc moment : Well, the whole of the season obviously, and things I’ve said above, how he cares for Eliott after his episode, the Remember scene, living his love out loud, etc. But in particular what sticks out to me is the articulation of the Jeudi 1h48 night scene, his coming out to Yann, and the Intervention clip because that’s where his self acceptance goes through the hardest point and makes it through. He lets himself come to terms with his emotions, and figures out that even though the reaction of the world might be hard, his own self expression is still the most important thing. He’s so brave in those clips, and the acting brings it to an incredible level.
Favorite Eliott character arc moment : Again, the moment he says to Lucas he loves him. Because this is him, seeing Lucas and reaching out through his insecurities and telling him that what they had was real. But it’s also him validating his own feelings, believing in them, letting himself have this after a whole season of going back and forth out of fear of messing it up. He’s putting his own fears aside too, fears of being seen and vulnerable and daring for something better than a relationship that is just ‘okay.’ He’s finally going for it 100% and accepting Lucas’ love and his own capacity for it. It’s just...wow.
Favorite other character arc moment : Daphné’s gaining confidence through the foyer made me super happy. But tbh, my favorite is Yann. He’s very underrated in general, I feel. He’s not as ‘ideal bff’ as Jonas or Skam It’s Gio, but his arc feels very important and meaningful to me. Seeing someone mess up and admit to his mistakes is super important. Because I feel there are soooo many straight guys who can learn from this - that casual homophobia is in the water of our culture and sometimes you just don’t realize what you are saying. And i feel, even though this isn’t directly adressed (and i wish it was) that Lucas also learns from this re: his words about ‘crazy people’ and what compassion and growing up means. I love Leo’s acting in general. Yann has a very compelling presence, calm (but a bit loopy at times), he feels deeply, and his betrayal at Lucas’ not sharing and subsequent realization he had messed up felt very real and mature for a 16 yr old. And how he embraces Lucas afterwards made me feel all fuzzyhearted. I wish we saw more of their friendship tbh.
Favorite Axel acting moment : ummm every single minute he was on, like. He never once felt false. That guy is going places. One of my fave things is just the look on his face in certain scenes Lucas has with Eliott - how it completely lights up, and the contrast with his more closed off persona in the beginning. It’s like he’s a completely different person - younger, wilder, more alive, daring, unafraid, and absolutely thrilled to have found his soulmate. It’s beautiful. And the crying difficult scenes, how he’s not afraid to ugly cry and just go there and make it a real gut punch. He just goes through such a transformation throughout the season, too. It’s nuts to me they didn’t even film in chronological order. Lucas just seems so much more grown up and at ease in his own skin at the end of the season. Mind blown. But if I had to pick one : the look on his face at the end of Jeudi 17h32 - sadness to see Eliott leave, but so much happiness, and also like he’s coming to terms with his own journey and breathing for the first time ? So much in one frame.
Favorite Maxence acting moment : tbh i was a little less sure of him in the beginning, but I feel like his restlesness and slight awkwardness and being a little too forceful at times (which some might have called ‘bad acting’) was actually a good acting choice ? Because Eliott feels so much, he’s so sensitive, and it would lead to feeling a little out of place around others, there’s so much emotion brimming under the surface he can’t always regulate it properly (I would know. it was painful to watch at times.) He really outsold it in the scene in “Lundi 17:21 “On verra bien.” where Eliott talks about his illness. That pain in his eyes when he says “I’m going to make you go through hell.” ? Ouch. He’s really good with his eyes in general, esp in the beginning when Eliott is the ‘mysterious new guy’ and the way he looks at Lucas at the end of ‘Not necessarily a girl’ ? Daaaaaaaaamn.
Favorite (non-Elu) acting moment : Marilyn Lima as Manon. She was so good in every clip she was in. It almost made me want to watch s2 even though I hate Noorhell plotlines with a fiery passion. She just sold how bruised and sad and let down she was and it was a doorway to Lucas’ own empathy and feeling his own feelings, and reflecting on how true love should be supportive in the dark moments. Especially in the night time clip, they were so good together.
Favorite social media moment : they were really good at it (we could have had more clips though) and my absolute fave is what they did with Eliott’s insta - the hunt for it at the beginning with the code, the cool drawings, the queer culture references, the somewhat alarming poetry, it all helped flesh out Eliott’s character in a way that we didn’t have with Even and made us fall in love so much more. The moment where we were all waiting for Lucas’ to discover Eliott’s insta (and the hilarity of the (probably made up) moment where Matteo/German Isak followed him first) with baited breath, was the most brilliant bit of intermedia storytelling I have ever seen. It was so cool. Also Emma and Alex’s insta stories made me like a Chriseva pairing for the first time, lol.
Favorite music moment : Remember, obviously. The chorus, timeless feeling, epic rythm ? Just perfect. And Fête de trop : so powerful, thematically on point, made me discover Eddy de Pretto. Also brilliant use of piano music and how it’s related to them. I want a social media vid of Lucas playing ‘I love you’ again for Eliott at some point.
Favorite bts/cast&crew moment : so many of them. But tbh I am especially grateful for Maxence’s openness about his own issues and his process on how he worked on the Eliott role. His Actor Factory interview where he talked about how mental illness can be so fucking lonely but life can still be beautiful had me cry like a little baby in my favorite café. It just made me want to be around creative ppl more, and dedicate myself to my own creative process seriously ? And his lives are also so cool. The dude in general is so effing relatable. (well, and cute tbh ahahaha). I also really, really loved Niels’ insight in the writing process. I haven’t stanned a cast this hard in forever and now I want to give everything up and try to write my own series lmaooo.
Favorite fandom moment : all the theorizing and staying up late and shit was golden. I love talking with ppl and sharing the love. And it’s given me a lot more confidence in my own writing. But special love to the @renewskamfrance team and the whole thing, it’s been completely nuts and I am so happy we started this.
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Most romantic moment : I am realizing this question is a double but whatever, there’s no shortage of them. Eliott drawing Lucas as a hedgehog, the smooth artsy motherf*cker. And the insta in general. If someone made a cartoon animal version of me, that was also that fitting to my character, I would just ask them to marry me on the spot. I live for that artsy shit. I understand why Lucas was so into it right from the start. And of course the timeless cloud of queer intimacy that was Samedi 09h17.
Moment that made you fall in love with the season : The piano scene, because it showed so much more depth in Lucas’ character. We were all Eliott then, falling in love with him and the season, and their ability to mix things up compared to OG.
Most heartbreaking moment : Tied. “Samedi 14h32 Intervention″ - I don’t think I’ve cried so much all season. I’ve been there, too, and Lucas’ anguish at being ostracized and judged for something he can’t control, and his thinking that Eliott didn’t care about him, and Mika saying ‘you will have to keep coming out for the rest of your life’ all felt so impactful but the ‘fuck them’ at the end, so empowering. It was heartbreaking in a good way, incredibly cathartic. Meanwhile “Vendredi 23:37 Une putain de lubie” is heartbreaking in the bad way lol, it stomps on your heart, the contrast with how happy they were only moments before absolutely brutal, and Lucille’s cruel words on top of it. Watching Lucas lose it like that was so difficult to watch, the panic of it, the absolute despair. But it was so well done. And of course “Jeudi 01:48 Viens on en parle pas″. So simple, so powerful, and we were all so tired when we watched it, it was super effective.
Most funny moment : The ‘discovery of the butt’ moment was hilarious, also loved the boys’ reaction to Lucas telling them Eliott was his bf, the vodka sunday scenes, and the entirety of the scene in the second-hand shop with the scary dolls, but I just can’t get over Imane and the tampons in “Lundi 8:53 Quoi moi et Emma” , that was just pure gold but it also shows how good she is at embarassing nosy ppl and inventive and it made me want to know so much more about her.
Most enlightening moment : The season as a whole has made me think so much about my own relationship to my emotions and love and self-expression. After the ‘Remember’ sequence I really had this moment of....I can’t hate myself anymore ? It was so powerful. And episode 10 in general. But in earlier episodes, ep 5/6 in particular made me realize how much I was also repressing my own feelings and how unhealthy that shit was. The whole thing was just in general a process. And after the last clip I had such a feeling of general tenderness towards the show, the world and wanting to give love more of a place in my life.
Best aesthetics moment : Like I said houseboat scene. The use of light throughout the season, incredibly beautiful, But of course the painting thing. It was just such a perfect use of aesthetics to make a point in the story (i don’t really care if it’s not realistic). Now they are finally living out loud in all the colors of life. It was such a radiant affirmation of love and pride and joy. And the mural actually looked really cool, suprisingly (I was expecting a brown-ish mess lol).
Best change from OG: The show was at its best when it changed things up. I love especially that they made their own symbolism. I love the whole concept of the Foyer and how much more integral they made it to the story than Kosegruppa, how it comes to stand for togetherness and diversity. I love the girl squad being more present and the role they gave Alexia. I love Lucas being a pianist and taking more initiative in going after Eliott (it’s not a diss against Isak, his awkwardness was so endearing and it made sense) but it made them their own characters. But I think my favorite thing is how they changed around the sequence of events slightly in the last episodes - Lucas coming out to his mom after Eliott’s episode and Basile’s talk is tying it together better, it feels like he’s thinking about how he’s treated his mother in the past because of her MI and it makes it part more of the learning process ; his mother’s loving reaction is a perfect example of ‘you have to let MI ppl speak for themselves.” And them spreading the ‘minute by minute’ concept over several clips gave us a more in depth look into Eliott’s condition, which I will be forever grateful for, the talk with Lucille as well as Lucas learning he needs to take care of himself, too.
Best similar scene to OG : Overall I liked that they kept the story structure of the OG, because honestly, it just works so well - the Isak character’s trajectory from repression to openness to compassion. Sana/Imane’s speech about hate coming from fear, not religion. The few episodes that focused on Lucas’ self-acceptance more than the love story.
Best group dynamics scene : Intervention. Loved the complementary of Mika as queer guru, Manon as nurturing presence, and Lisa as comical outsider point of view being so out of it. But also loved the ‘vodka sunday’ dynamics with Manon, Lucas and Emma getting wasted, complaining about their love lives, the sadness but also the solidarity, Lucas talking about his love life so openly and making gay jokes about himself, Emma’s whole messy girl thing and ‘he’s just a p*nis”!!!” had me laughing for hours.
Best glow-up : Lucas of course. More in terms of character perception, Mika. He really annoyed me in the beginning of the season, he was mean and uncaring and lacking in boundaries, it was toeing the line of cliché, and I love how they showed us more depth to him, that they let him be deservedly angry, and how caring with Lucas he became, while still being slightly annoying, and their sibling dynamic in general, slightly antagonistic but super supportive.
Best social awareness moment : Mika’s speech, Yann’s apologies, and Lucille and Basile’s talks about mental illness.
Best symbolism : Polaaaris. Also God is gay now. And the first clip/end clip parallel, with them counting minutes.
Best editing/filming/technical moment : the Remember sequence, and how they made the scenes used in the flashback a little longer, giving us the impression that their relationship is actually so much deeper than what we’ve already seen ; the parallels with the priest’s speech, the sunny vibe of Eliott laughing vs. his face in the ending shots, the music, the acting, the running, all of it.
Best/most interesting cultural adaptation : The Foyer storyline and especially the sit-in moment. So French. It gave me flashbacks to my whole class staging sit-in protests in middle school (at 13!!!!) already for the wackiest of reasons, already practicing saying fuck off to authority and being rowdy little shits. It made me miss my country.
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Least favorite clip/moment : Mercredi 13:38 annoyed the shit out of me lol. It started out so well, with the summer of love aesthetics and Elu being all cute, but that lasted all of 40s and then we had an extremely unpleasant moment of Basile disrespecting Daphne’s boundaries and Arthur and Yann pressuring her to ‘give him a chance’ and how the misogynistic song he sent her is actually cute’ and we’re supposed to feel sorry for him ? I liked the end of season glow-up for him, but this scene was just gross. And I don’t mind having a POV that’s a little bit more loose than in OG but in this clip, it just felt jarring, how Lucas just flat out disappeared. I wanted to see Eliott interact with the squad more, and I resent the idea that seeing them just be happy and cuddly is not worthy of screentime for some reason. UGh. That was the one moment that the show pissed me off. Also, in the scene where Chloé offers her apologies (good) I feel like they validated her outing Lucas so he had to come to terms with his feelings. (which is a really bad message and I wish they’d written that with a bit more nuance.)
Least favorite change from OG : Overall, this remains my least favorite boy squad. The insistence on Basile’s gross, creepy humor felt overdone, and I feel they spent too much time on him. The idea that he’s been taught bad things by society about what a man is, fits the overal theme, but did we really need to know that he wanted to bang his cousin ? Yikes. And Arthur and the 35-yr old too, what the hell ? I just felt that their banter was a lot less natural and flowed less well than in OG.
Least favorite similarity from OG : Really don’t know about this one. Most of what they kept was good.
Most disappointing scene : the banter scene between the boys in 18:14, I always loved the banter between the boys in OG. Magnus saying stupid shit about gay s*x and being shut down felt educative without being heavy. Here there was way too much of Basile being gross again. And it just didn’t flow as well, the pacing was way too fast. A lot of the scenes that were a bit disappointing to me this season had to do with timing tbh, too fast.
Something you wish they’d added : I wish they actually had Lucas say he realized he’d say messed up stuff about mentally ill people.
Thing you wish the fandom would take away from this season : Chill a bit before drawing conclusions, wait for the whole season ahahaha.
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French word you will remember : I am French but I have never felt so validated in my overuse of the word ‘putain’. also saying mec/meuf a lot more.
If you could steal one item from the set : Eliott’s camel jacket, I want one too, what a look.
Scene you wish you could live in your own life : a lot of the romantic ones but also ? I wish I’d breaken into my high school to have a party at least once in my life lol. There’s a club next to my place in an old renovated school i reaaaally need to check out.
Character you identify the most with : Eliott in general, Daphné for her overenthusiasm and awkwardness and spontaneity and optimism and drive to organize things. Lucas because of the whole trying so hard to control his image, being spiky on the surface and soft inside.
Character you want to be like the most : Honestly, Lucas. Not in the beginning but his courage and his emotional intelligence and openness as the season progressed really are goals. It made me want to use my past painful experiences to extend compassion and be there for others, and learn how to be better at it. He’s going to grow into such an amazing man. And honestly his newfound pride in his relationship and pettiness are also goals lol. Imane as well, for how protective she is of her friends. And Alexia in terms of demeanour and confidence and funky vibe.
Most relatable character moment : Lucas’ eyeroll. Emma and her lava lamp. Lucas being so immediately smitten with Eliott, because like, same.
Fave fandom theory : lol I cracked up so hard at the whole ‘Eliott is a ghost’ thing, thx Billy Maier. I really don’t know why we were all so set on a bullying plotline, like why do we do that to ourselves lol ?
Whew ! Well, if you read through all of that, you’re one hell of a nerd, and I love you !!! I’m doing S4 questions in a separate post because this is wayy too long !!!
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You Go First
Summary: A cute date to a Halloween Carnival turns terrifying when you and your boyfriend, Chris, enter the Haunted House.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Words: 2095
A/N: I am scared of things, and only watch spooky stuff during Halloween, so this is inspired by me being a scaredy cat. This is for @until-theend-oftheline’s Marvelous Halloween Challenge!
“Ahh! The Halloween Carnival!!” you tugged Chris’s arm, forcing him to pick up his speed as you approached the gate decorated in spider webs and bones.
“You’re going to pull my arm out of its socket!” Chris laughed.
“Then we’ll just get you a new one if it means you’ll hurry up!” you replied, pointing to a plastic arm dangling from the gate.
“But then I won’t be able to pull a helicopter as well,” he squeezed your hand, knowing fully well that the image of him caught between a helicopter and a roof beam from Civil War had been your computer background when the two of you had first met in that coffee shop way back when.
“Well, we can’t have that,” you slowed your pace so you were side-by-side and no longer dragging him along.
At the gate you paid the volunteer collecting donations for the event. Chris grabbed a map of the carnival and opened it up for you both to look at.
“I can’t believe they fit a corn maze, a haunted house, and a pumpkin patch all in one park in the middle of the city,” you said looking around, your eyes wide in fascination and adoration.
Halloween had always been your favorite holiday, and Chris had fully embraced your love for it. Each year he help you to decorate his house and your apartment with pumpkins, spell books, and vials of “potions” you had made yourself. Last year he had created his own jack-o-lantern pattern of Dodger for when you carved pumpkins. This year he had taken the initiative to research couples costumes, which you discovered when he left his laptop open back in June. His dedication to the spooky season made you fall further in love with him.
Chris put his arm around you and squeezed you against him, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
You got on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, “You got that right!”
“So, where to first?” Chris asked, holding the map out again.
“Hm, well, pumpkins should be last because I don’t want to carry one of those around all night. And as much as I believe in us, I don’t think we’d make it out of the corn maze once it gets dark, so we should probably tackle that first. Plus, it says that we win a prize if we can solve the puzzle at the end!”
“You sure you’ll be able to sleep if we do the haunted house after dark?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“As long as I have you with me, I should be ok,” you replied with a slight smile, squeezing his arm.
“Alright, I’m holding you to that,” Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“We may just have to watch a comedy when we get home….”
“I figured as much,” Chris hugged you, “To the corn maze?”
“To the corn maze!”
Hand in hand you went through the maze, stealing kisses in the dead ends you found yourselves in. After 30 minutes, you successfully found all of the spots within the maze that you needed to gather the clues to solve the puzzle for your prize. As you exited the maze, a carnival volunteer greeted you.
“Did you solve the puzzle?” the volunteer asked.
“Yes!” you replied excitedly, “It’s ‘Everybody hail to the pumpkin king!’”
“That is correct!” the volunteer replied, grabbing two carmel apple suckers from the box behind him. You both accepted them and thanked him before walking away.
“These are my favorite,” you moaned in excitement, hastily moving to unwrap the sucker.
“Hold it,” Chris grabbed your hand, “Don’t you want to eat dinner before eating that?”
“Ugh, fine,” you replied annoyed, “What’s for dinner, then?”
“Apple cider donuts?”
“Just so I have it straight, you’re telling me I can’t eat my sucker now, but I can go have donuts for dinner?”
“Yep,” Chris said with a sly smile.
“You’re a fun sucker,” you tapped him on the shoulder with your sucker as you emphasized every word.
“And you are soooo punny.”
“I know,” you smiled, letting Chris take you by the hand and lead you to the food stands.
Chris bought each of you a donut, which you happily ate accompanied with pumpkin spice lattes. You then wandered the various booths set up by local businesses.
“OH MY GOD, CHRIS!!” you screamed, pulling him under one of the tents which was filled with pet Halloween costumes. “Can we PLEASE get one for Dodger??”
“Um, nah, he doesn’t need one.”
“But Chrissss, look at how cute this dinosaur costume is! Or the mermaid one? AH! Or the astronaut one??”
“Yes, they’re cute, but no.”
“Why noooootttttt???”
Chris let out a long sigh, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but I already got Dodger a costume so that he’ll match with us….”
“SHUT UP! AHHH THAT’S AMAZING! UGH I LOVE YOU!” you flung your arms around him and showered him with kisses in the very small booth, much to the chagrin of the other shoppers.
Chris pulled you off of him, laughing, “Yes, I did and I love you too! Now, let’s get out of here,” he led you out of the tent and away from the stares.
You were in a fantastic mood as you continued through the other booths. You walked through everything there was to see and found yourselves in front of the haunted house.
“Well, are you ready?” Chris asked, squeezing your hand.
“Yep!” you said, putting on a brave face.
“Then let’s do it. Do you want to go first or should I?”
“Um….I’ll let you lead the way,” you said anxiously, “Since you’re my muscle man, you can scare off any of the spooky things before I see them,” you squeezed his bicep.
“Alright, babe, here we go!” Chris entered the haunted house and you followed after him.
You walked through the first room and looked around. There were the classic holographic photos that changed from old fashioned people into skeletons when you walked past them and dangling rubber bats. You loosened your tight grip on Chris’s hand.
“You doing alright?” Chris asked, pausing.
“Yeah, no big deal in here,” you smiled.
“Good,” he gently squeezed your hand, “Do you want to lead the way then?”
“Sure,” you puffed out your chest.
He playfully slapped your butt as you went in front of him. You giggled as you took his hand, walking into the next room.
You were blinded by strobe lights as you stepped inside, hardly able to see in front of you. You instantly regretted offering to take the lead and slowed down so you could feel Chris behind you.
“Did you see that?” you shrieked as you thought you saw figures moving ahead, but couldn’t be sure if it was just the strobes playing tricks on your eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you baby,” he put his hands on your waist and led you from behind through the room, wrapping you into a tight hug as soon as you were out of the strobe lights.
The next room was a hospital setting, with limbs in scales and bodies on tables. From the side of the room, a nurse pulling a wheelchair suddenly appeared, causing you to jolt. The nurse turned around and had a mangled face, with an eyeball falling out of its socket. She came towards you holding a syringe with a giant needle. You tried to avoid walking by her, and ended up right next to one of the tables, where the body suddenly came to life and groaned. You screamed so loudly your throat hurt. You practically ran into the next room.
In the new room, you found yourself in a graveyard. Tombstones were scattered throughout the room and one tombstone had a bump in front of it as though it were freshly dug dirt.
“Ok, this one seems less spooky,” you said hesitantly.
“I think so too,” Chris kissed the top of your head.
You tip-toed through the room and heard the rustling of leaves. You turned to look and the leaves atop the “fresh” grave were moving. You felt hands grab you from the back and you screamed, stumbling over your own feet as you turned around to see your assailant. You landed hard on the floor and looked up to see horror on Chris’s face as he rushed to you.
“(Y/N)! I’m so sorry!”
“What the fuck??” you were trying to regain your breath.
A zombie ran over to you and knelt down with a first aid kit.
“Are you ok?” the zombie asked.
“I’m fine,” you replied, giving Chris a dirty look.
“It felt like a good opportunity to scare you…I didn’t mean for you to fall,” Chris helped you up.
“You’re ok, though?” the zombie asked, “If we have any injuries we need to let the crew leader know to shut down the house for a bit so we can make sure that there is nothing that will trip people again.”
“I tripped over myself, not a prop. I’m really ok, thank you,” you said to the zombie.
“Alright, cool, continue on through, then!” the zombie replied before leaving.
“You jerk!” you elbowed Chris in the gut. “It might be funny to go around pranking people in comic shops, but don’t you dare scare me like that again. Otherwise you’ll be on the couch and Dodger and I will share the bed.”
“I’m so sorry!” he wrapped you up in a hug.
“You have to lead the way through the rest of this as punishment. And I swear Christopher if you pull something like that again…”
“Yeah, I’ll be on the couch,” he grabbed your hand and led the way out of the room.
You walked into the next room which was lined wall to wall in dolls.
“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath, tightening your grip on Chris’s hand.
Dolls were your biggest fear. You couldn’t even bring yourself to watch the Chucky movies. R. L. Stein’s Slappy character had been enough to give you nightmares.
“It’s alright, baby,” Chris said, rubbing the top of your thumb with his own.
You both walked through the room slowly. You couldn’t help it, the fear all but paralyzing you, keeping you from moving any faster. You were halfway through the room when Steve jumped.
“Shit!” he yelled, causing you to scream.
The dolls on the floor had come to life and were crawling towards you. All of their eyes were glowing and it looked as though blood was dripping from their mouths
“Oh my god, run run run!!!!” you screamed, tears streaming from your eyes as you pushed him forward.
You got out of the doll room and found yourselves surrounded by crypts. You clutched your heart and Chris wiped the tears from your eyes, rubbing your shoulders to calm you down.
“That was fucking terrifying,” Chris said.
All you could do was nod in agreement, still trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate. You and Chris both turned as you heard a coffin squeak open. A vampire sat up inside and began to lunge at you as a mummy entered from behind it.
“(Y/N), it’s your favorites!” Chris lifted your chin to look at the new monsters who appeared.
“A mummy and Drac!” a smile re-appeared on your face.
“Dammit, we’re never the scary ones,” you heard the mummy complain as it walked back to its hiding place.
“Whoops,” you muttered to Chris.
He laughed as he took your hand and led you through the next door and you felt the cool air on your face.
“Free at last,” you took a deep breath, smelling apples in the distance.
Chris wrapped you up in a tight hug, “I”m sorry again for scaring you in there.”
“Lucky for you, I forgot about it as soon as we were in that horrifying doll room. But now I remembered and you owe me.”
“What do I owe you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“As my ‘feel-good’ movie tonight, I want to watch either What’s Your Number or Perfect Score.”
“Seriously?” Chris groaned.
“Yes,” you replied with a mischievous grin.
“Why those two?”
“Because you’re so sexy in What’s Your Number and you’re such a dorkus in Perfect Score.”
“I’m a douchebag in What’s Your Number and Perfect Score is embarrassing. Can’t we just watch something else?”
“How about The Bronze??”
“Only if we invite Seb.”
“Deal,” you grinned, “Now let’s go get me a pumpkin!”
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The Captive Prince: Chapter Five
A/N: It has been soooo long since I updated this story. But I’m back! I was gonna try and write more of Retribution, but lately I’ve been in more of an Analogical/Royality mood, so I wrote this instead!
Masterpost
Warnings: death mention, injury mention, isolation, being held prisoner, anxious thoughts
Prince Logan sat in his cell, his back against the cool cave wall, hands rubbing his arms in an effort to keep warm. Logan had long since given up on trying to determine what time of day it was, or how long he had been there. He still had little to no idea to why he was being held captive. The dragons were very vague, and Logan got chills down his spine when he thought of the dragon with fierce violet eyes, the one who had simply said “vengeance.” Virgil was the dragon’s name, if Logan remembered correctly.
The sound of footsteps approaching shook Logan out of his thoughts. He scrambled to his feet, daring to hope that maybe, maybe, someone had come to rescue him. But the steps were too slow, too methodical to be his brother’s, or even of someone in the royal guard.
A figure stepped in front of the bars of the cell, and Logan tried his hardest not to shrink away in fear. The figure was Virgil, and although he was in human form, his eyes still glowed a vibrant purple. Virgil reached a hand out, and Logan scrambled backwards so fast, that he lost his footing and fell to the cave floor with a thump.
“Easy, I’m not here to hurt you,” Virgil said, hands up in a placating manner.
“Like I would trust a- a… what exactly are you?” Logan asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Virgil huffed out a laugh.
“Dragon-shifter. And I’m only here to bring you a message,” Virgil said, crouching down to meet Logan’s eyes. Virgil’s strange violet eyes bore into Logan’s, but despite the intensity, Logan didn’t feel afraid. Instead, he felt… comforted? His eyes were like swirling galaxies, like the stars Logan loved to study in his books. Logan hesitantly shuffled closer, and Virgil seemed surprised.
“What is your message, dragon-shifter?” Logan asked, his voice calm and slightly breathy with wonder. He was trapped, completely mesmerized by Virgil’s eyes. Virgil gulped nervously, seeming slightly uncomfortable by Logan’s gaze.
“My father has given Prince Roman three days to surrender himself to us. If he fails to show… you will die,” Virgil said gravely. Logan’s heart leapt into his throat, and any sense of wonderment drained from him completely. If Logan knew the council of advisors in Solarius, there was no way that they’d let Roman leave. Logan was as good as dead.
“My opinion probably doesn’t count for much, but I am sorry,” Virgil said. Logan barely processed the words at first, the thought of his imminent death distracting him far too greatly.
Logan’s head shot up in surprise when he realized what Virgil had just said. He met the dragon-shifter’s gaze with a quizzical expression. He felt sorry for Logan? But why? It wasn’t as if Virgil had shown him any sort of kindness up until this point.
“You- you what?” Logan asked. Virgil snickered slightly.
“This whole ‘kidnapping the heirs to Solarius’ thing wasn’t really my idea,” he admitted. A small spark of hope flickered within Logan, and some of it must have shown on his face, because Virgil gave him a sad smile.
“I wish I could do something to help you. But my father…” Virgil trailed off, breaking away from Logan’s gaze.
“I understand,” Logan answered. This time, it was Virgil’s turn for his head to shoot up in surprise.
“Really? You’re awfully kind and understanding for a prince. And here I thought all princes were pompous and arrogant,” Virgil scoffed.
“And here I thought all dragons were heartless monsters,” Logan replied softly. Virgil’s face flushed slightly, and his eyes met Logan’s once more. They sat in silence for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes.
Virgil broke the silence by clearing his throat, eyes darting away from Logan’s. Logan hastily adjusted his glasses and suddenly found the cave floor very interesting. He was fairly certain he was blushing, but what on earth for?
“I- uh- I should probably go,” Virgil said nervously. Logan nodded, unable to bring himself to say something. He heard Virgil walk away, and Logan didn’t take his eyes off of the cave floor until the sound of the dragon-shifter’s footsteps had faded away.
The scholarly prince slumped back against the cave wall. He mulled over what Virgil had told him. And as much as Logan wanted to be saved, he had a higher concern for his brother’s safety, and for the safety of the kingdom. It seemed death was inevitable. However… perhaps there was hope. Yes, Virgil clearly feared his father, but Logan had a sneaking suspicion that the dragon-shifter was much stronger than he let on. Perhaps even stronger than his father. Maybe all he needed was a push in the right direction…
Patton couldn’t believe he was actually agreeing to Prince Roman’s wishes. As much as Roman assured Patton that none of the blame would fall to him, he was still fairly certain that this escapade would cost him his title as captain. Especially with someone like Arien on the council of advisors. That particular royal advisor had it out for Patton ever since he became the head of the royal guard.
The captain shook his head, dispelling his worries and focusing on the task at hand. He and the prince agreed to meet at the stables, and quietly ride out of the kingdom to the woods outside Dracodon Mountain. From there, they would brave the dangers of the woods, and save Prince Logan. Hopefully. If whatever creatures in the woods didn’t kill them first, and if the dragons didn’t kill them immediately upon arriving.
When Patton reached the stables, Prince Roman was waiting for him. Instead of his usual white princely garb, he instead wore a deep red tunic with a leather jerkin over it, black trousers, and leather boots. His sword was strapped to his side, its hilt glinting in the moonlight. Despite looking more like a commoner, Patton was certain he had ever seen the prince look more regal. With his lightly tousled hair, strong frame, broad shoulders, sparkling eyes…
Roman cleared his throat, snapping Patton to the present. How long had he been aimlessly staring at the prince? Patton ran a hand through his hair sheepishly, silently thanking every deity that it was night, and that Roman couldn’t see how hard he was blushing.
“My apologies, your majesty. I was lost in thought. Are you sure you're ready for this? You've barely had time to heal…” Patton said, trying one last time to change Roman's mind.
“My brother needs me, I cannot abandon him,” Roman said firmly. Patton nodded solemnly, and walked over to one of the stable stalls to retrieve his horse. Patton’s steed was a beautiful chestnut brown mare named Sorrel. She whinnied when Patton approached her, and she nuzzled his outstretched hand.
“Hello, Sorrel,” Patton murmured, stroking her mane. He then got to work on saddling up Sorrel, who seemed confused by the captain’s actions. Patton gave his horse a comforting smile, patting her muzzle.
Soon Patton finished readying Sorrel, and he turned to Roman. His horse, a white stallion named Augustus, was already saddled and waiting beside the prince. Roman observed Patton with a somewhat faraway look in his eye, and the captain blushed again. Roman blinked, shaking his head and snapping out of his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, my captain. It appears I got lost in thought as well. Shall we be off?” Roman asked. Patton nodded, and the two of them mounted their respective horses, and rode off into the night.
The forest was eerily quiet. The only sounds were the horses’ hooves scuffing on the dirt path. Roman’s eyes kept on the shadows, half expecting something to leap at them from the dark foliage. Sometimes, Roman swore he saw shapeless figures moving in the darkness, but he blamed it on the fatigue that was beginning to settle on him in waves. His injury was taking a larger toll on him than he thought… but there wasn’t time to heal. Logan only had three days.
“Your majesty? Is everything alright?” Patton asked, shaking Roman out of his thoughts. He blinked, and focused his gaze over to Patton.
“Please, call me Roman, if you would? And everything will be alright once we get to Logan,” he replied, determination in his tone. Patton let out a small sigh, and although it was dark, Roman was certain that the captain’s expression was filled with concern.
“Roman, I know you want to save your brother, and I’m not saying that we shouldn’t save Prince Logan, but… are you sure it’s a good idea? Considering your condition and the fact that we don’t know if we can trust these dragons,” Patton said slowly, afraid of upsetting the prince.
“It is a bit late to go back, my captain,” Roman replied forlornly. The silence said what Roman did not. If Patton truly thought it was a bad idea, then Roman would not object to him leaving. Granted, the prince would continue on his own, but perhaps basically forcing Patton to accompany him was unwise.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving your side, Roman. Whether you’re a prince or not. And you can just call me Patton,” he said, and Roman wished he could clearly see Patton’s face, because he knew that he was giving Roman his signature soft, sweet and adorable smile.
“Thank you, Patton. I-” Roman was cut off by a rustling sound. His head shot up, hand on the hilt of his sword. Augustus whinnied, beginning to rear backwards slightly. Patton’s horse, Sorrel, seemed to be in a bit of a panic as well.
“Easy girl, it was probably just the wind,” Patton murmured, trying to comfort his horse.
Suddenly, thick, rope-like vines sprouted from seemingly everywhere, flying towards both Roman and Patton. Augustus and Sorrel neighed in fear, both horses rearing back onto their hind legs. Patton just barely managed to hold on to Sorrel’s reigns and stay mounted, but Roman had no such luck. The reigns slipped through his fingers, and he fell off the saddle, his back hitting the forest floor with a painful thump.
Roman’s vision was blurred, and he didn’t notice the vines creeping towards him until it was too late. They wrapped around his body, a yelp of pain escaping his lips as they clenched around his injured side.
“Roman!” a strangled cry came. He lifted his head the best he could, and his eyes widened in horror. The vines held Patton in midair, a cut on his forehead trailing blood down the side of his face. His sword laid useless on the ground, and both of their horses had run off.
“Patton- ah!” Roman cried out as the vines constricted around him tighter. He was lifted into the air, now dangling closer to Patton, but not close enough. If only he could free one of his arms and unsheathe his sword.
“Visitors? In my forest? How odd…” a small, childlike voice said. Roman and Patton’s gazes snapped down to the forest floor below them. A young girl with pale green skin, long dark hair that was dotted with flowers, and deep green eyes stared up at them, arms crossed. Her dress seemed to be made of leaves and flowers, and Roman’s eyes widened as he realized what this creature was. A nymph.
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Paramount Remembrances - Chapter 8
Summary: Dean Winchester has reached a point in his life where he doesn’t have many firsts left to fulfill. Except maybe falling in love. This is the story of how he got there......and desperately tried to keep it.
Warnings: Bad words. Some Angst here. Mutual masturbation. 18 Plus ONLY!
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count On this Chapter: 4,408
A/N: Soooo, I couldn’t keep my filthy little paws off of this fic and decided to write another chapter. Thanks for all the awesome feedback! You guys are awesome!
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Dean was thirty-one when he fell in love. One month later, he realized he may be ill-equipped to keep it.
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It had been bliss.
For the first month.
Frankly, Dean was surprised it had taken that long.
They had been at a bar at a boutique hotel in a large city and his beautiful Y/N was doing that thing she does with her nose when she wanted to get something out of someone.
Namely men.
When she wanted to get something out of men.
She was smiling up at the potential suspect, her body encased in a flouncy flowered sun dress with a ridiculously low-cut top as she wrinkled that cute little nose up at something the soon to be dead man said.
Dean growled low in his throat when he saw the guy place a hand in the small of Y/N’s back as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Yeah, that’s enough of that.” Dean snarled, “He just officially became Captain Hook.”
His chair made a screeching sound as he abruptly sat up and made to move his way over to his girlfriend and chop off the hand of the guy brave enough to touch her when Sam’s hand shot out and grabbed at his forearm.
“No, Dean. Sit. Don’t you dare mess this up ‘cause you’re jealous.” He said with a firm shake of his head, his long hair swaying with the movement.
Dean pursed his lips in indignation at his brother, watching as Y/N gave him a quick frown, “Pfft. I’m not jealous. Aint got nothing to be jealous of. So what if he’s a doctor with blindingly white teeth and a mansion. Y/N’s not into that.”
Sam rolled his eyes and gestured for his brother to sit, “Yeah, she likes pain in the ass Hunters who don’t know how to let her do her job.” Sam sat back as he sipped his beer, “You gotta trust her to do her thing. All signs are pointing to this guy being the lure for the vampire nest.”
Dean sat down with a huff but not before he sent a dark look Y/N’s way, “I trust her. I don’t trust him. Especially since he keeps putting his hands all over my woman.”
Sam sighed, “Y/N would cut you if she heard you talking about her like that.”
Dean couldn’t stop his grin, “Nah. She thinks she doesn’t like it. But she loves when I get all growly on her.”
Sam snorted, “No. She doesn’t. Now sit back and observe or leave and I’ll be her back up since you can’t seem to control your caveman instincts.”
Dean felt his mouth settle into a pout, “Not being a caveman,” He mumbled, “Just don’t want the guy to touch her is all.”
As he saw Sam roll his eyes again and watch the bar, he really sat back and thought about his reaction to what was going on.
Dean watched as Y/N sent him warning glances over the guys shoulder before smiling up at the possible suspect and raising a bare shoulder as she flirted shamelessly.
And as his gut twisted again, his breath was caught in his throat as he realized that he was jealous. All those feelings of inadequacy bubbled up from his stomach into his throat to effectively choke him off. His eyes took in the custom-tailored suit, expensive shoes, coiffed blonde hair and smooth unscarred face and it made him bit the inside of his lip in the unfamiliar feelings.
Not the inadequacy part. That he was more familiar with than he liked to say. But he had never been jealous before. Not of another man. Not of the what if’s that the other man’s presence brought to him.
Cause while he didn’t always love the Hunter life and the misery it could bring to his existence, he had accepted a long time ago that this was who he was meant to be. And when he had been lucky enough to find Y/N and the peace she brought to his life, he felt himself doing more than just accepting.
He felt himself actually living again.
And now, watching Mr. White Teeth fawning over Y/N and charming her with what Dean was sure was promises of yachts and trips to the Mediterranean, Dean felt not only jealously but regret.
He wanted to give her all of that and more. But all he had to offer her was an old Chevy, (granted it was the best car in existence. But still.), and himself.
And he knew he wasn’t enough.
And that made the jealousy quickly turn into stupidity and then anger.
Stupid, unnecessary, un-called for anger.
And he knew that.
But he foolishly allowed it to control his next actions anyway.
Cause as he watched, the suspect took his mouth and brought it to Y/N’s ear and whispered into it before briefly scraping those stupid white teeth over the lobe, then tilted his head so that he could take a deep breath at her neck.
Inhaling a small bit of the essence of Y/N.
And as Dean felt the red overwhelm his senses, the only thing that kept reverberating through his skull was one thing:
Every bit of everything that was Y/N was Dean’s.
And this dick just made a mistake in thinking he could lay claim to any part of it.
This time the scraping of Dean’s chair was overshadowed by the bang it made as it tilted backward and hit the floor.
And Sam wasn’t quick enough to stop Dean from marching up to the bar, seemingly oblivious to Y/N gently pushing the perp away, before grabbing onto the back of White Teeths stupid suit jacket, forcefully pulling him back with one arm until his body stumbled away from Y/N and into the empty bar stool behind him.
“Hey! What the fuck?” White Teeth shouted.
“Please. Have a seat.” Dean growled, his eyes boring into the asshole, making the man instinctively flinch at the unwavering stare.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“I’m the guy that’s gonna make those veneers into chewing gum.”
“Dean!” Y/N admonished, “What the hell are you doing?”
White Teeth shot Y/N a surprised glance before bringing his eyes back to the imminent threat, “You know this guy, Katie?”
Y/N’s teeth were clenched as she glared at Dean, “Yes. He’s my-.”
“Boyfriend.” Dean growled.
“Ex-boyfriend.” Y/N ground out.
Dean felt his heart plummet into his stomach and he quickly broke off the staring contest with White Teeth as he set devastated eyes on Y/N, “Wh-what?”
Y/N took in a deep breath and gritted her teeth, pointedly avoiding Dean’s stare, “I’m sorry, Patrick. Dean has had a hard time letting go. Seems he can‘t take the word no for an answer.”
Dean blinked slowly at her, “Y/N, I think you’re-.”
Y/N’s eyes turned cold, “No, Dean. That’s the point. You didn’t think.” She coolly dismissed him with her gaze and turned her attention to somebody behind Dean, “Sam, do you mind taking your brother outta here? Somewhere he can cool off and get back into the right frame of mind.”
Sam’s worried eyes were darting between the three people in front of him and he gently pulled on his older brother’s arm. Dean’s eyes were still set on Y/N’s face, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinked at her, hurt bleeding out as she continued to avoid his stare.
“Come on, Dean.” Sam said firmly, “We got other places to be.”
Too stunned to stop his brother from being pulled out of the hotel lobby, Dean’s legs moved numbly towards the door as he heard Y/N apologize to ‘Patrick.’
“I’m so sorry about that. Now, you were saying about the beautiful property you own outside of town….
Dean didn’t hear his response as the glass doors shut behind him and his brother.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sam dragged Dean over to the Impala waiting in an alley around the corner from the hotel, “Dude! What the hell??! You could have cost us this case!”
Dean stayed silent as he mechanically entered the driver’s side of the car.
“Dean! What is your problem? You’ve never stopped Y/N from working a potential suspect before. Like ever.”
Dean finally turned his gaze back to his brother, “Yeah, well she wasn’t mine before!” Dean slammed the door shut forcefully, “And apparently, she’s not mine now.”
Sam shot him a frustrated look from his perch outside of the car as he leaned on the passenger side window, “She didn’t mean it, Dean. She’s just trying to get the possible location of their nest in hopes that some of those girls are still alive!”
With firm lips, Dean tapped on the steering wheel, “Go back inside and keep an eye on her. I’m gonna go back to the motel room. Call me if you need me.”
“But Dean-.”
“NOW SAM.”
With a frustrated sigh, Sam lifted his hands up in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll call you.”
It was two hours later, and he was sitting at the table in their motel room, four glasses of whiskey in, when Y/N returned from the bar, or wherever the hell she had been.
Dean had wallowed in his anger tinged despair and had probably picked up his cell phone over a hundred times, his finger hovering over her name, typing and then deleting various forms of texts consisting of accusations, apologies and begging.
Frankly, he was disgusted with himself and his inability to take control of the situation and straighten it out properly. In his heart of hearts, he knew Y/N didn’t mean it when she called him her ex-boyfriend and he was being a total douchebag about the whole thing, but nothing could erase that feeling of anguish that had hit his senses when she had said it and had so causally dismissed him.
In their brief time together, Dean had already ingrained her so deeply into his soul that he felt like she had ripped something out of him.
It had hurt.
Dean didn’t do hurt well. When he hurt, he shut down. And when he shut down, well, Dicky Dean came out to play.
And he had a hell of a time stopping him.
Dean barely looked up from the laptop in front of him as Y/N slammed the motel door behind her. Her wedge sandals taking long strides to him as she threw her purse onto the chair nearest the door.
“What the fuck, Dean?! What was that all about?”
Dean took a casual sip of his whiskey as he lifted one shoulder into a feigned, nonchalant shrug, “Guess it doesn’t matter now does it?”
Y/N ripped her jacket off and threw it at his head, “Are you on crack? ‘Cause you’re seriously acting like a crazy person!”
He coolly reached up and plucked the denim jacket off his head and placed it on the chair beside him with nary a flinch, “Not acting like anything.”
Y/N glared at him as she placed her fists on her hips, “I’ve been trying to get the location of their playpen for days and I was so fucking close! And you just swoop in and try to save a day that didn’t need saving.”
Dean’s upper lip twitched before promptly falling back into his cold unaffected look, “You’re right. You had it handled. Don’t worry about me getting involved anymore. Won’t happen again,” He stood up before he made his way past her and into the kitchenette and poured himself a refill. He raised the glass in Y/N’s direction and pointed at her, “Once this case is over, we’ll just go our separate ways and that’ll be that.”
For the briefest of seconds, Y/N’s eyes clouded over in panic and Dean’s stomach did that twisty thing that only she could get out of him and he felt his guard lower slightly and he could almost feel the misery leaking out of his eyes.
But instead of getting an apologetic Y/N, he got an even angrier one.
Shit.
“You stupid ASS! Did you really think I was breaking up with you?” She reached up and pulled at her hair letting out a frustrated growl, “God, I didn’t think jealousy would make you this dumb!”
Dean slammed the glass down onto the counter, “This isn’t about jealousy, Y/N…okay maybe it was at first. That douche couldn’t keep his paws off you but then it became more than that when you treated me like garbage!”
Throwing her hands out to her sides, Y/N gave him a look of exasperation, “What did you expect? A fucking parade when you turned into a caveman and threw our lead to the side like a sack of potatoes? There’s lives at stake here, Dean.”
He came around the counter and into her personal space, “Don’t you think I know that?! I know that, Y/N,” Dean’s hands hovered in the air by her face before running them through his hair instead, “But at that moment I didn’t care! He….he was touching what’s mine.”
Her light brown eyes narrowed, and she glared up at him, her finger poking into his chest as her voice lowered to that dangerous level, “I’m not a possession, Dean! You don’t own me!”
“Yeah, well you own every fucking part of me!” He yelled into her face as she blinked up at him dubiously, shuddering at his words, before he brought shaking hands to her face and cradled them in between his palms, whispering, “Every piece of me. And I happily give it over to you every second.” He lay his forehead against hers, “God, the thought of losing you…..”
Y/N sighed shakily against his lips, “Dean, it was a fake fight. I didn’t mean it. I would never mean that. I love you. When are you gonna start believing that?”
He swallowed deeply at her words, briefly closing his eyes, “I do. I do believe that. It’s just……I’ve had so much bad in my life that the thought of losing the good…..it breaks something in me. And then it gets me angry as hell that I can’t control myself.” He raised his forehead from hers, “I’m…I’m sorry.” He whispered as he looked into her eyes.
Y/N sighed deeply as she looked away from his penetrating stare, “Jesus, Winchester. I swear I have never been a sucker for a pretty face before, but you……” Her eyes flicked back to his and she pursed her lips, “Being my boyfriend does not mean you get to control me, Dean. It only means that you love me and stand by my side. Not in front of me. I don’t need protection. I can take care of myself.”
“I know that. I do. I just….” Dean sighed and bit his bottom lip, “I love you…so much….and sometimes……I don’t feel like I deserve you and….it makes me a little crazy.”
Tilting her head, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the pulse point at his neck, making him shudder at the touch of her soft lips. She slid her hands up into his hair and pulled firmly at the strands, holding him to her, “You are everything I need. Just you. Nothing more. Nothing less.” She bit at the skin in front of her, causing him to let out a low moan before sliding her mouth to his ear, “Now, let me show you.”
Dean stood still as Y/N’s fingers slid to the front of his jeans and palmed his semi-hard cock. (It was always at attention in her presence. It was a wonder they ever got anything done.) She leaned her head back and stared into his eyes before moving towards his lips, her eyes never closing as her mouth met his, penetrating his gaze, making sure they conveyed what words couldn’t.
“Y/N….” He whispered against her lips.
Letting out a trembling breath, Y/N opened her mouth under his and ran her tongue slowly against his bottom lip before gently biting down and tugging it with her teeth. She ran her hands under his gray t-shirt and scraped her fingernails over his nipples before pinching them both between her fingertips,
With a growl, Dean abruptly picked Y/N up under her ass and wrapped her legs around his hips, before bringing her to the closest wall and leaning her up against it. He swallowed down her cry with his mouth and roughly kissed her, his tongue rolling against hers in earnest. His mouth left hers and slid its way down to her throat murmuring nonsense against her skin as she roughly ran her hands through his hair and threw her head against the wall. Her hips undulated against his jeans and he could feel her searching for just the right angle as her breaths started to leave her mouth in deep gasps.
His hands shook as the adrenaline brought on by the thoughts of losing her because of his stupidity suddenly left him and was replaced by a need so deep he let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
He would be embarrassed, angry at himself even, if anything else mattered but her.
Gently, Y/N brought her hands to his face and raised his gaze to hers. Her eyes searched his for the briefest of seconds, before she leaned forward and brought her lips to his temple, pressing a chaste kiss there before tightly wrapping her limbs around his body.
Dean closed his eyes at the feel of her form against his, his heart pounding wildly in his chest reverberating against the steady thump of hers.
They stood there for the briefest of minutes before Y/N slowly released her limbs from around his body and slid to the floor. Gently, she pushed him back with a smile and made her way around him to the bed, her dress fluttering behind her, before she sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Dean’s eyes took in her soft, tanned skin and dark straight hair, watching with bated breath as she slowly lifted the skirt of her dress up her thighs. Her eyes intensely stared at him as he started breathing heavily across from her, his hands twitching with the effort of not touching her. The outline of his cock practically pulsed in time with her movements and Y/N hummed and bit her lip at the sight.
When the dress reached the juncture of her thighs, she stopped moving it up and opened her legs wide. The gray cotton thong she had on underneath was already soaked through, the wet spot dark against the lighter color.
“Fuck.” Dean groaned out and reached down and briefly palmed himself, deliberately holding himself back from approaching her on the bed. Waiting with anticipation to see what she would do next.
With a slow smile, Y/N leisurely ran a hand over a cloth covered breast, squeezing a nipple before sliding it the rest of the way down to the wet spot between her legs. She brought two fingers to the top of her heat and rubbed slowly watching Dean’s slightly open mouth let out a woosh of air when she pushed the underwear to the side revealing her glistening pussy briefly before covering it again with the wet material.
Something animalistic in him reared up and Dean immediately started to make his way over to her.
“Stop.” She said in a low commanding voice. She pointed to a chair directly across from her with her free hand, “Sit.”
Unwilling to refuse her anything, Dean sat down on the plastic motel chair and leaned back in the seat. He raised an eyebrow at her and made a gesture with his hands as if asking her ‘What now?’
“Now, you stay until I tell you different. Got it? Do. Not. Move.”
Letting out a low growl at her commanding tone, Dean felt his cock twitch eagerly in response, “Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
Satisfied with his answer, Y/N leaned back on one elbow as she stared into his intense gaze and slid her fingers into the top of her thong, finding her hardened clit and letting out a low mewl as she rubbed against it.
Dean bit his bottom lip, holding in the groan he wanted to let out and reached down to squeeze his cock through his jeans, “That feel good baby? You like playing with your clit while I watch?”
At his words, Y/N started to rub harder, “Feels so fucking good.”
“Take off your panties. Lemme see.”
Y/N gave him a slow sinful smile as a knuckle popped the material up before it slid down to her entrance, “I don’t know, Dean. You were very naughty today.” She let out a trembling breath as she buried her middle finger inside of herself, “Perhaps I should just make you watch as I make myself come. Make you go to bed with a hardon.”
Dean couldn’t stop the low moan that slipped past his lips as he watched his girlfriend masturbate in front of him for the first time. The thought of being punished for his bad behavior making his stomach twist in knots of anticipation, instead of sorrow.
He was such a sick puppy.
And she indulged him in all the ways he needed.
“But then I’d be punishing myself too,” She said as her finger started to move faster, “I’d be depriving myself of that fat cock of yours. Don’t know if I’d be able to go to sleep without having it in me.”
At her words, Dean’s hand squeezed harder between his legs and rolled his head back at the delicious feeling.
“Maybe seeing it would be enough,” Y/N gasped out, “Take it out for me.”
Not having to be told twice, Dean quickly undid his belt, button and zipper and dragged his jeans and underwear down mid-thigh, letting his throbbing dick out into the air, pre-come already glistening at the top.
Y/N hummed at the sight, “Mmmmm, rub that in for me. Right there at the tip. Yes, that’s it.” She hissed when he complied with a low grunt as his hips canted into the air involuntarily.
Dean’s eyes met hers with a plea as he slowly kept rubbing at his tip, “Please, Baby. Take them off. Let me see. Wanna see that beautiful wet pussy.”
Y/N bit the inside of one cheek as if contemplating his request, “Well, it is getting a little hard to touch myself with only one finger. Gonna need more room ‘cause I need at least three to even make me remotely satisfied.” With that, she stood up in her wedges, her calf muscles standing out in stark relief as she turned away from him. She reached under her dress and grabbed at the edges of her thong with her two thumbs before deliberately bending over as she slid them down her legs, the back of her dress short enough that he caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy glistening at him.
“Fuck, Baby,” Dean gasped out as he squeezed at the base of his dick, “You’re really trying to kill me here.”
She sent him a smile over her shoulder before quickly removing her sandals and sitting in the middle of the bed against the headboard. Her dress was hitched up once again, with her knees bent and her legs opened wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her core. She quickly ran two fingers up and down her slit, before shoving them inside herself roughly, her head automatically falling back against the cheap wood of the headboard at the sensation, “Fuck. So good.”
Dean’s hand started to move in time with her thrusts, caressing himself with long strokes from root to tip, twisting at the top. He started to pick up speed as he watched her fingers curl just so, hitting the spot that always made her scream the loudest.
“Rub your clit for me, Baby,” He grunted out, “Do it the way I do. The way that makes your thighs shake.”
Letting out a low moan, Y/N complied, bringing her other hand down and rubbing her engorged clit roughly, her breath coming out in loud hitching gasps.
He could tell she was almost there, red highlighting her cheekbones, a small patch of sweat gleaming from in between the exposed top of her breasts.
Groaning, he reached down with his other hand and lightly pulled at his balls as he continued to stroke his cock, “You’re so close. I can almost taste it. But you know what you need. Give yourself that third finger, Sweetheart. Push it deep.”
A loud whine slipped out of her lips as she complied with his instructions. One, two, three strokes and her eyes started to cross, her thighs began to shake, “Gonna…oh my God….gonna come! Dean!” She yelled out as the wet sounds her core intensified and she came with a loud shout of completion.
Dean’s hand had a mind of its own as his strokes sped up in earnest and all the blood in his body seemed to rush down to his cock, releasing his orgasm with a snap and he came with a curse, his hips canting up into his strokes, ropes of it shooting into the air and running down his hand.
“Fuuuuuuck.” He said gasping, “That was…..just….”
“So. Fucking. Good.” Y/N said with a grin as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked on the juices still glistening there.
Dean’s cock twitched in interest at the sight.
“Really?” Y/N said on a breathless laugh, “Even after all that?”
Dean shrugged, an unrepentant grin on his face, “With you? Always.”
Y/N’s smile softened, “Come here. Need to feel you.”
Dean quickly undressed and slid his naked body next to hers on the bed as he helped her out of her dress and strapless bra. His mouth nuzzled at her neck, before laying back bringing her to lay across his chest.
He let out a contented sigh before grinning to himself, “I got a couple of candy bars on the way back to the motel, if you’re in the mood for chocolate.”
Y/N lifted her head and looked at him, “First of all, there is never a time that I’m not in the mood for chocolate. Second, I thought you thought we were broken up?”
Dean glanced away briefly before looking down at her, “Guess I thought I could bribe you with chocolate if worse came to worse.”
“Smart man.”
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