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#arsenic and old lace#herman einstein#jonathan brewster#Mortimer brewster#man thats a poorly cropped mort#mememes#mmm this one seems to be popular and i like it so i think ill pin it for a bit
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Bittersweet 1
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your startup business catches the eye of a powerful rival.
Character: Loki Laufeyson
Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.
“So, the Green Bundle includes a Match truffle, chocolate mint smoothies, and green tea infused fudge,” you explain to the trio of women across from you. “The deluxe includes peppermint cocoa as well and comes in a this mug.”
You present one of the few kits you have left in your inventory. As big a deal as getting a stall at the event was, you hadn’t expected the crowd. You’re overwhelmed, especially realising you’re the only stand with only a single body.
“That’s so cute,” the taller brunette remarks, “what about the Pink kit? It says strawberry and creme?”
“Ah, yes, that one sold out rather quickly today. I can offer a voucher for my online boutique or I can sell you a sampler box? It has the strawberry and creme as well as my more popular flavours.”
“Do you do this all yourself?” The curly blonde asks as she eyes the chocolate dipped cherries.
Another body crowds in, a tall men bending to peruse your hand-painted sign listing all your bundles and boxes. He pays you little mind as he eyes cling to the letters and he reaches to pluck up one of your cards. You return your attention to the blonde.
“Yes, they’re all hand-crafted. The mugs as well but I don’t do those. I’ve a friend who makes those.”
“The packaging is so pretty,” the first preens, “can I have a sampler then?”
“Sure,” you answer, “I do the packaging as well. All the stickers, the bows I tie myself, and I decorate each box.”
“Wow, that’s so cool,” the middle on remarks, “I’ll have a sampler as well and the green bundle.”
“Sampler for me,” the third agrees.
You go through the same process with each. You grab the product, put it in a bag, seal it with a sticker, and ring them through with a tap of their card. They all seem excited for their purchase and it’s contagious. It’s been a hectic day but you’re running low and you don’t think you’ll make it through to closing. Still, it’s good advertising.
“Green tea fudge?” The tall man slithers towards the center of your counter, “an unusual combination.”
“Yes, that one took a lot of experimenting.”
“Mmm,” he still has your card in hand, bending it slightly as he flicks it with his thumb, “the red bundle. Cherry, red velvet, and...” he leans back to check the sign, “cayenne. Interesting.”
“I try to make sure there’s variety in each,” you explain.
“Yes, so it seems. I’ll take a red then.”
“Sorry, sir, um, I’ve sold out of most. I still have the yellow, the black, and the green--”
“Sold out?” He raises his wrist to give an emphatic glance at his watch, “either you’re very popular or ill-prepared.”
You’re surprised by the accusation. He’s rather blunt. You’ve dealt with many different types today but they’ve all been relatively pleasant, after all, it’s hard to be in a bad mood at a Baking Show.
“Fair, I wasn’t expecting so many buyers, sir. But you have my card, you’ll see my online boutique is listed--”
“But I want to buy now,” he says as he tilts his head, dark brows rising just slightly.
“I understand, I apologise for the inconvenience, but I just don’t have the red on-hand. I do have a sampler here--” You grab one of the variety boxes, “it would have the cayenne and the cherry.”
“Do you think a one-person operation like this is sustainable?” He inquires sharply.
You wince and shake your head, “sir? I’ve only just started. I’m sure with growth I’ll have to adjust.”
“And do you have a business plan or is this some Etsy venture with no goals?”
You nearly choke. You don’t know what you’ve done to offend him.
“Well, sir, if you don’t want to buy, I do have free samples available. I don’t have any of the red flavours but I do have some banana peanut butter and salted caramel apple--”
“I didn’t ask about samples,” he insists, “I’m asking about your business plan.”
You bat your lashes and look around. Has he come to this event just to interrogate people over their bottom line?
“I suppose it’s something I will have to review after today,” you contend.
“I’d say,” he tucks your card into his jacket pocket, his hand lingering within as he pulls out a leather wallet, “if you have any questions...”
He slides a card free and offers it. You take it hesitantly and read the gold font on matte black cardstock. Black Snake Chocolatier. You run your fingers over the embossed lettering and narrow your eyes. You peer over at the large banner over that business’ booth. He must be from over there but he’s not exactly dressed for the work. His suit is pressed and stainless.
“I did sponsor that one,” he pulls your attention back, “but I’ve come down to take measure of my competition and possible... acquisitions.”
You nod slowly as you meet his green eyes. Is this intimidation?
“Loki Laufeyson,” he offers his hand as a glint of silver in his hair catches the light, “might I have your name?”
You trade your name and a handshake. He squeezes enough for you to wince. He lets go and you slip his card in you apron pocket with all the others collected from your fellow vendors.
“I’ll certainly take a sampler,” he says, “see if this little venture has any teeth.”
His every word is like a bite. He speaks with the fangs of the very logo of his business. You put his purchase into your phone and offer the square for him to tap his payment. He processes it and swipes up the box before you can package it.
“Do you want a bag?” You ask.
“I can handle it,” he tucks the box under his arm. “Best of luck to you doing the same.”
He glances around and slowly moves aside as a group of new customers set in. A family of five with three hollering children with grabby hands. Your eyes widen as you smile at them as best you can. This day has truly tested your social battery.
#loki#dark loki#dark!loki#loki x reader#drabble#au#sweet and spicy#bittersweet#series#mcu#marvel#thor
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hiii everyone im finally posting this after ignoring all my tags for two weeks lmao. i love these kind of games though its fun to look back, so thank you for tagging me:
@floweruna / @hongberries @gnanii @yangsminho and @honeydewtual
rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!
im sure most people have already done it, but ill tag some people just to say hi @taegyunie @ambivartence @awek-s @flops @strhwaberries @hwichanis
i added way too much commentary, so this will go under a readmore lmao. also i included ALL gifs including from my gg and fandom sideblogs, not just bgs.
january
favorite: obviously my favorite was my magazine/gif thing i made for kenta's birthday (6th year in a row, this year will be 7) unfortunately it doesnt load very well lol
most popular: these txt gifs (sugar rush ride) and taehyun+stickers
february
favorite: i cant deny i still think about this set of sebin during snuper's rain of mind era... the sparkles will always have a chokehold on me. ps check out my pixy wings set
most popular: this joshua set (for whatever reason lol)
march
favorite: i have several but im rly happy at how the wjsn + butterflies set turned out, its so nice. also my two harry june sets have a soft spot in my heart
most popular: this set of svt aju nice, its not a surprise that when i post svt it gets way more notes lol. i do like it a lot though
april
favorite: by FAR my fav (excluding macarena) is my loona as witches gifset. its one ofmy best im not gonna lie but also.... yuma sunshine...
most popular: actually i had a couple that were fairly popular but uh another joshua gifset has the most but ALSO this blitzers macarena post is nearing 200 notes??? i would consider that a fave too. and apparently tumblr loves big yuto/little yuto the same i do
may
favorite: i outdid myself in my dkz 9 to 5 set here. like idk how it ended up looking good but i love it sm.
most popular: ANOTHER joshua set??? im not even joshua biased. hes just so pretty LOL this is boring ill mention the 2nd most popular too. which is also another boring svt set. NEXT is big yuto/little yuto again <3
june
favorite: i made a gifset pretending fly me to the moon had a m/v and it flopped SO HARD i forget that i actually made it. also not to sneak this one but bitsaeon is SOOOO beautiful
most popular: campus crush junseo was my most popular this month, AS IT SHOULD BE. everyone should love that teddy bear
july
favorite: mmm two horror-adjacent gifsets!!! a set for dreamcatcher's chase me and an au that set kino (ptg) as a horror protag. lol it was so niche but i enjoyed it
most popular: omg i didnt think it would be but junghwan in the move m/v... as it SHOULD BE (again) i was let down a lot by trsr this year but this song kept me interested
august
favorite: mmm probably changsun in heartbeat. i LOVE that song and also it brought me back to 2017. nostalgia is.. very strong lol
most popular: im ignoring yet another joshua set. sorry josh but lets let others have a spot lmao. actually after that, a gifset of jaechan in his pre-release solo has the most notes. thats crazy!
september
favorite: my fav is OBVIOUSLY the set of snuper + sparkles. supposedly i was going to turn it into a series of boys+sparkles but we'll see.
most popular: its kind of funny, it seems like there arent a lot of ptg stans on tumblr but they always crawl out of the woodwork to rb my ptg stuff. i love u guys. and i miss yanan.
october
favorite: another installment in my women+horror series was my fav for this month. girlies gotta love vampires
most popular: i am SO glad. if it is any of my sets to be popular, i would never be disappointed if its omega x. they deserve the WORLD and ill personally give it to them. btw my pics with jaehan and taedong turned out soo well but i look AWFUL with sebin lmaooo
november
favorite: ahhh definitely anthonny in magic hour jacket behind. hes an ICON and i really liked him in bp
most popular: ohhh this was a surprise, i guess bc i only did 4 gifsets in november, but this seowon in wonderland m/v has the most notes. totally valid, hes beautiful
december
favorite: baby... yuma... sunshine loml obviously is my fav. hes sooo cute in that beret. and his smile. oh im gonna cry hes so cute LOOK AT MY SON!!!!!
most popular: i guess kpop has less of a reach on tumblr now because my one and only fandom post has the most notes lol. anyway if you havent seen a journey to love, you really should
a few thoughts:
well, its not a surprise that my most popular were seventeen and txt but it was interesting to see the variety of groups that i did gif besides them
peak time really had (has) a chokehold on me lmaoooo so many sets spawned from that show.
i also giffed more than i thought i had, so that was very neat to discover. although it was funny i posted 4 gifsets in the entirety of november
i talked so much and i apologize but thank you to anyone who even scrolled down this far, thanks for bearing with me!!
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Awaited Date
Warning: mentions of alcohol. Yeah, the reader drinks here so apologies if you don't like that
Summary: Invited by Doc, you went to Club Advent as he waited for you. You sit next to him at a bar.
Today’s the night when you walk up the stairs after taking the bus to Nevada Central. Getting off the bus and walking all the way near the Clubhouse was already far enough, but having to take the stairs is as much of a hassle.
Why do you have to be there again? You were invited by Doc to meet up with him in the most popular clubs in Central City, Club Advent. It’s really not much to think about even if he sounded serious. Doc always sounded serious during work, sounding like he’s always giving an instruction whenever he speaks to you. One can mistake him as ill-mannered.
However, you can prove them wrong, as you and he have known each other for a long time. He’s the sharpest tool in the shed for his work after all. Normally, you would let him work and whenever he’s off-work, you find it easier to talk to him.
Seems like walking up the long stair has caused you to linger in thoughts.
“Hold it, name?” The stylish bouncer asked.
“(Reader), I’m on the list right?” You answered.
“Let’s see…” the bouncer flips through his papers that are somehow resized for him to handle easier. “Ah, there you are… (reader). Buzz yourself in, and have fun.”
You walked through the door and let out one of the biggest sighs ever. “Ahh… that guy sounded intimidating”
Walking inside the room after passing through all the parked cars. You hear muffled music. While quiet, you can clearly hear all the bass that goes on the other side.
“Party’s to your right.” The voice rang out, alerting you a little bit.
“Ahh… right,” you shift direction as you open the door.
The music intensifies as you open the door. Seeing all the people dancing is enough for you to be fascinated by the lively atmosphere. It felt like centuries since you visited a nightclub but it never ceases to amaze you.
The radiant light flickers everywhere; it's almost blinding. Every bit of the crowd chanting and hypes up the people who are killing it on the dance floor. The DJ blasting all the tunes looked pumped as well.
It’s enough to ease your whole entire body. Your brain is shouting at you to join the dance floor but only for you to snap yourself awake. Doc is waiting for you.
You see him sitting idly near the bar. You take a seat right beside him, he doesn’t seem to be drinking anything, drumming along his fingers on the table.
“Didn’t keep you waiting long?” You asked.
“Ahh (reader),” Doc replied. “Certainly not. Please, have a drink.”
“I’ll help myself. Bartender, a glass of martini please!”
“A martini? Didn’t think you would order the glass I like.”
“Well… I didn’t think you would like that but let’s just say I’d rather explore my drinking choice.”
You giggled as the bartender served you a fine glass of martini. The drink shines with a clear liquid as the olives and lemon zest help give a bit of colour to the clear liquid.
Taking a sip gives you a feeling of vigor. The herby taste is enough to refresh your taste buds and the slightly sweet taste comes after.
“How is it?” Doc asked. “Good?”
“Mmm~” you sighed. “What’s with this drink? It’s pretty delicious!”
“Heh… Glad you found it to your liking. That’s why I enjoy this particular glass as well.”
“Huh? If that’s the case then why don’t you enjoy yourself more?”
“Well… I’d rather not.”
“Ehhhhh? We’re at the nightclub aren’t we?”
“Yes, but it’d be better for me not to drink right now. Besides, one of us needs to stay sober in case something happens.”
Conversations pass by, you notice Doc has been looking at you. Placing his wrist on his jaw as he watches.
“Ahh my apologies.” He said. “Am I disturbing you?”
You didn’t realize it. You’ve been looking back at him, both your eyes and his eyes meet. “A-ah, not at all,” you broke eye contact as you preemptively asked the bartender for more.
“You’re really liking the martini, huh?” Doc chuckled. “I thought you wanted to ‘explore your drinking choice’.”
“Doc…” you fumed a bit. “I can’t help it. I really like the taste of the drink.”
“You sure you’re saying that? Or maybe I made you flustered with my eyes?”
This man… always wording things that made it hard to look him in the eyes without looking back at the floor out of pure embarrassment.
You cover your face with one of your hands as you take a sip again. How can he say something like that with a straight face? If it were up to you, it’d be nigh impossible to even consider saying.
“Huh? What’s the matter?” Doc gently takes your hand. “Do you have a fever?”
“Doc please…” You can hear your heartbeat. “You’re not helping in the slightest.”
Is it the alcohol kicking in or maybe the fact that Doc is holding your hands right now? All of this is getting to your hand.
However, you don’t hate it. His hands are warmer than you expected, as you feel him run his delicate fingers through your palm.
Looking away, you feel your heartbeat. It beats loudly, whether that’s the base from the DJ or your heart doesn’t matter.
“Here,” Doc leans in closer. “Lemme see.”
Doc calmly places his hand on your forehead to check for the temperature.
“Doc,” you tensed up. “I’m good, really!”
“Hahaha, did I make you too flustered?” Doc chuckled. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to.”
Him with his suave, captivating voice doesn’t help with how smooth he can be. Even for more than a year since you know Doc. You can’t get used to his smooth demeanor.
Suddenly, you felt very tired. Did the alcohol finally kick in?
“Huh?” Doc acknowledged. “Are you really okay?”
“I don’t know,” you place your palm on your head. “I feel… drowsy.”
“That’s… not good. Can you walk at least?”
“I don’t know Doc, can I?”
“Don’t be careless. Here.”
He holds you close. You feel a bit more safe wrapped up in his embracing arms. Resting on his chest.
It’s soft and pillowy, despite the music going on. You can’t help but almost sleep a wink.
“Oh (reader)...” Doc smiled a little. “What am I going to do with you?”
Despite feeling tired, you feel comfortable as Doc puts your arms on both his collarbone and gives you a piggyback ride.
“Ahh, buddy.” The bartender called out. “You need a bit of help over there?”
“No need.” Doc replied. “I can carry them just fine.”
Doc soon left the room carrying you.
“Oh love~” the bartender hums to himself. “They really do come in all forms.”
Carrying you outside of the bar and struggling on his ways downstairs. Doc sighed.
“You really shouldn’t drink too much,” he chides. “You could’ve been in great danger…”
“Ahaha, sorry Doc.” you apologized. “I got a bit too carried away.”
“As long as it doesn’t happen again.”
“Don’t worry~ I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, promise!”
“Haha alright alright, quiet down. We’re almost there.”
“Where are we going?”
“Well obviously, your house.”
“Oh okay!” you giggled. “Doc…”
“Yes?”
“I… I love you Doc.”
Those words are enough to make Doc sound hesitant. Maybe he was caught a bit off-guard when he was focused on carrying you. “Well… that was unexpected.”
“Ahaha, say it back~”
“What are you saying, (reader). You already knew that I love you.”
Even if you can’t see it, Doc had a soft smile on his face.
#madness combat#madcom#mc doc#Doc#fanfic#fanfiction#2bdamned x reader#Doc x reader#Madness combat x reader#Madcom x reader
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I got you princess
Requested: may i please request for a jealous bsf mark where he sees y/n getting wasted in the club (because she saw mark getting close with the popular girl) and she's with yeonjun so he drags her out and they fight but end up confessing to each other.. i hope that isn't confusing haha thanks !
Genre: angst + fluff, smut!
Pairing: mark x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT! Dom!mark x sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex ( uak the drill ), reader goes somewhat into subspace at the end, creampie , kind of rough sex, slight masturbation suggestive dancing, swearing, use of the word slut
A/n: this is so long,,, SORRY I ADDED SMUT i cant help myself when it comes to mark... if anyone doesn’t want to read that part it is at the end!!
You slam your locker shut, sighing loudly as “those two” pass by murmuring amongst themselves. By “those two” you mean mark and little miss popular. It’s not that you were popular but of course everyone loves miss perfect aka Jen and they can’t see through her facade. “Me and mark used to be like that..” you whispered to yourself.
“HEY Y/N” someome suddenly screamed in your ear. “YEONJUN!! oh my,,, you scared me!” You whined and smacked his arm lightly, making him chuckle to himself. “ Mmm sooo how’s your little crush on mark going? He seems to be all over jen today...” yeonjun asked with a face of concern.
“ oh a little?” Your eyebrows shot up with sarcasm. “Honestly, its... ever since they’ve gotten closer, she’s got him wrapped around her finger. Its as if me and mark had never been friends.” You look off to the side and scoffed at how whiny you sounded.
“No no no y/n... thats it!! I am not letting you sulk over this loser. He doesn’t understand anything.” He rolled his eyes before continuing “ we need to go out!!” He said happily. “ go where exactly?” You questioned as you grabbed his hand and started to walk to the exit of the school. “ go clubbing!!” Yeonjun said excitedly.
‘Clubbing huh... that doesn’t sound too bad!’ You thought in your head. “ alright clubbing it is!!”
That leads to where you are now. Looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing a burgundy fitting dress which made all of your curves stand out and matched it with burgundy heels as well. You have done light makeup with a black winged liner and added diamond jewelry pieces.
“DAMN y/n... baby you look GREAT!! wow you look so good i-“ yeonjun cut himself off when he reached up to his mouth and wiped off his drool, his actions making you laugh. “Stop!! Lets just go!” You said while laughing. You noticed his attire matches yours. He was wearing a burgundy suit as well which complimented him so well. “You look really good too though...” you smiled brightly at him as he grabbed your hand, thanking you with a blush on his face and brought you to his car.
The drive to the club was around 30 minutes. Yeonjun had found a club or as he called it “ the best club you’ll ever go to” and insisted that you both go there for the night. He said he wouldn’t drink so he could be your DD ( designated driver).
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Your mouth dropped open when he pulled into the private parking lot for the club. “Yeonjun this is..” you trailed off in awe. “Amazing. I know.” He finished the sentence for you. “alright, in we go!!” He jumped excitedly.
As you walked to the large glass double doors. The bright lights and blaring music became clearer. You could see the many people that were occupied inside. Yeonjun said something to the security man standing outside, which u didn’t understand since you were too busy admiring the place, but before you knew it he was leading you inside.
“ALRIGHT, drinks first baby we gotta get you to loosen up before we get started.” He shouted over the music and the yells of the other people as he brought you to the bar. When he talked to the barista you started to scan the crowd of unfamiliar faces, smiling at the sight of everyone having fun. Suddenly you furrowed your eyebrows... ‘was that mark?? What was he doing here... wait, jen is... dancing on him.. woah, okay.’ Your thoughts ended as yeonjun poked your side and handed the shot glass to you “ thanks” you smiled at him and chugged the drink, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat, leaving a slight burn.
“Agh” you winced at the flavor causing yeonjun to chuckle. “Its good huh?” He smirked. You turned back to the barista, “excuse me!! Can you give me the strongest shot you got?!” You questioned with a smirk. “Challenge accepted” the barista laughed and went to mix you up a drink. If mark can have fun why can’t you?? It’s time to get over him.. he’s obviously taken. “Is that mark here??! What the fuck man!!” Yeonjun shouted with a look of pure disgust when he saw who was attached to him.
“Y/n lets go! We’re going to go dance and show him what he’s missing!!” He looked back over to you just in time to see you take the mystery shot. “Damn that shits strong” you croaked and laughed when you saw yeonjun smiling at you.
He pulled your hand through the crowd of bodies and brought you to an open spot. Already feeling the alcohol take its place you started to dance with yeonjun wrapping your hands around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You smiled up at him and turned around in his grip, bending fowards slightly, now grinding your ass up against his bulge with his hands still groping your hips as he grinds into you.
You stood back up, still moving your hips and reached your arms over your shoulders to hold onto the back of his neck lightly. You looked up and met a gaze of who you completely forgot about. Jen was no where to be seen and mark was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, biting his lip harshly and glaring at the man groping you. Yeonjun leaned down slightly to press a light kiss to your neck and thats when mark broke.
One second you were dancing with jun and the next someone was leading you to a secluded place of this club. “WHAT the fuck are you doing mark!!! Let me go!!” You shouted as he pulled you into one of the empty backrooms. “Shut up.” Is all he said while he went to block you from leaving the room. “Shut up?!! What do you mean shut up!! Ive been shutting up since you decided to ignore me for the schools slut!!” You shouted at him trying to push him out of your way.
“HEY!! She is not a slut first of all-“ you cut him off with a slap to his face making him stare at you in shock. “Not a slut?? Mark where do you think she ran off to huh?! You think you were the only guy shes been talking too?! What a dumbass... im leaving now.” You declared waiting for him to move out of your way.
“Y/n... listen-” Mark started. “No!! I don’t want some pity apology to leave your mouth! I want to leave and never see you again.” You stated with your arms crossed until mark suddenly pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he let go it would cause you to disappear. “ what the- Let me go!!” You mumbled into his suit.
You heard him sniffle and now realized that he was crying... a lot. Even though he is a dumbass you can’t help your feelings for him. “Listen y/n... im so so sorry that i pushed you away. I just- oh my gosh. I love you y/n... so very much that I unintentionally pushed you away and when i noticed how close you were to yeonjun, i thought that i could never treat you like how he does, i could never make you happy and i KNEW THAT. When jen started to pay attention to me, i thought i could take my mind off of you and that you would have a better life without me in it. I know how she is y/n... but my jealousy got the better of me. The reason why she left just now is because I wasn’t paying attention to her. How could i when you were standing so beautifully in front of me... and thats when i noticed that i couldn’t get over you, especially with yeonjun touching all over you when that could’ve been me if i tried and i- hmmph“
He was talking too much... his words making tears rolls down your face, soaking up into his suit. You leaned up to press your lips tightly against his. His body stiffened when your lips touched his... they were so soft. He quickly loosened up and hugged you tighter, his lips now moving with yours as you continued to make out. After a few minutes you pulled apart, a string connected between you both, chests heaving. You knew you looked like a mess but mark still looked down at you with so much love.
“First of all your still a dumbass...” you whispered, causing mark to giggle. “ I’ve never stopped loving you, me and yeonjun are just friends and he knows about my crush on you. But when you started ignoring me.. wow it hurt so bad and it pains me to admit that. I was so jealous that I couldn’t be with you-“ mark cut you off with another peck. “Mark let me finish!!” You blushed trying to pry him off of you.
“No i already know where this is going... im sorry for being a fucking idiot but i really do love you and i hope you can forgive me.” He said while letting a few more tears out.
“Okay no more crying!! Of course i forgive you and I obviously still love you too... you’re lucky you only ignored me for around a month though...” you trailed off into a fit of giggles. “Lets leave this place y/n, ill tell yeonjun whats going on and ill take you to my place to get you cleaned up okay??” Mark said while caressing your hair lovingly. “Mhm lets go!”
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After some time, you and mark had finally arrived at his house. “Ahhh okay here we are.” He sighed when he pulled into his driveway. “ okay lets get you cleaned up hmm?” He questioned when you both entered his house. Too tired to answer you hummed an answer back hoping he would understand, of course he did. Having already been here many times before, you remember where everything is which made it easier to navigate through his home. “Lets take off these shoes first, i bet your feet hurt so bad right now.” He pouted and sat you down on his couch, leaning down to take off each heel and lightly massaging your sore feet. “ it’s alright you can close your eyes baby ill take care of you.” Mark then leaned up to peck your lips one last time to hear you mumble “ thanks baby i lovveee you hmm” you then closed your eyes and felt him pick you up, bridal style and bring you into his bathroom. He took off your jewelry and placed them safely in the cabinet. He then proceeded to remove any excess of makeup that you had left on your face.
He was debating whether or not he should bathe you, as you probably feel gross. Since you had not fallen asleep yet, you decided that you wanted to be clean. “Baby you can bathe me its okay. I trust you.” You said softly, making mark smile at your cuteness. “Alright, im going to undress you now, lift your arms up for me.” You did as you were told, he took the snug dress off of your body, leaving you in your matching lace bra and panties... he couldnt help but get turned on. He thought your body was outstanding. Mark shook his head lightly trying to get out of his thoughts, you, now with your eyes open, noticed his actions and smirked. “Whatcha looking at?” You questioned innocently while looking down at your body.
“I uh- uhm oh yeah ill start the bath” he blushed and moved to the tub, now filling it up with hot water. The alcohol had mostly wore off now, since you hadn’t drank a lot. You started to unclip your bra and pull off your panties. “Mark can you help me in the tub please” you asked. You both knew you were capable of getting in yourself but nonetheless he grabbed your hips and set you softly into the tub.
“Dont you want to get clean too?” You asked and pulled lightly on the bottom of his tie. He smirked at your request and pecked your cheek. “Let me go get clothes for us to change into and ill be right back.” When he walked out you couldn’t help but notice his hard on. God he was so hot.
You knew you had some time. Whats the harm in just touching yourself a little? You fingers slowly trailed down to your clit and you slowly rubbed circles on the sensitive nub, letting your head fall back and small moans pour out from your mouth. “Having fun without me?” Mark asked with his clothes off and standing in the doorway, his hard dick on display. Where did this Confidence come from? He came up to the tub and lifted you out now patting you dry and emptying the tub.
“Do you really want this?” He looked you in the eyes as he asked this. “Yes i really want this please” you answered and bit your lip. “We’ll bathe after this then okay?” He didnt give you time to answer as he picked you up and brought you out of the bathroom straight into his room. He placed you gently on top of his bed sheets, luckily there was a thick blanket on top that he had layed out, so now the sheets won’t be dirty.
You pulled him on top of you and trapped him between your legs as you made out with him, lightly sucking and pulling on his lips, with your hand running through his soft disheveled hair. He groaned into your mouth as the tip of his dick brushed against your slick entrance. “Just put it in im wet enough and i really need you i cant wait please please please- OH” you moaned aloud as he followed your requests. His thick dick now stretching out your tiny pussy. 
“Fuck baby your so tight for me, damn you feel so good. Does it feel good for you baby?” He whimpered into the crook of your neck as he pushed your thighs apart farther, his hips now pressed tightly against yours. “It- um.. mmh” you already couldn’t form a sentence...
He chuckled and put his hand under your head, now holding you even closer. “Fuck.. m- mm move please” you whimpered. You were so sensitive and felt so full with him pressing against your cervix. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, which made you gasp and clench even more, making it hard for him to move. “Loosen up for me hm? Let me fuck you properly. Show you how its done baby” you followed his orders and let him keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. “A- ah keep going” you let out gasps and moans as he was now pounding into you. Mark was breathing heavily as he sucked marks onto your pretty delicate skin.
He snaked a hand down to rub on the nub you were playing with earlier. “Feel good?” He questioned and got a moan in response. He knew you were close by how you started to clench uncontrollably. “Im gonna cum shit im going to-“ you stopped your rant when he went even harder than before, you could feel him in your stomach. “I know baby. Cum. Cum all over me and make a mess. I got you.”
“FU-“ your orgasm was so hard that you went silent as your eyes rolled back, nails leaving streaks on his back. “Fuck y/n im cumming” he came inside of you with long hot ropes shooting into the deepest parts of your body, filling you up to the brim with warmth. You both came down together... only mark came down actually. “You’re okay princess. You did so good. Come back down to me, im waiting” mark whispered to you as he pulled out of you slowly, watching a white mess come gushing out of you. “Mmhm i did good?” You asked with a whimper while holding onto your stomach, feeling full. “Yes princess, so so good for me. Im going to bathe you and change you now okay? You can sleep, i know you’re tired.” After hearing his words you fell into a deep sleep knowing that he would take care of you.
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You woke up with the feeling of being wrapped in warmth. You groaned as you turned around in marks hold, now facing his angelic sleeping face...’ he looks so at peace’ you thought. You also noticed that he dressed you in an oversized sweatshirt of his and gave you a pair of his boxers to wear. He really did clean and take care of you last night huh...his grip tightened around you and you left a soft kiss to his lips as you fell back into your slumber with a smile, knowing that you were definitely going to spend your life with this man.
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7:00 am
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“Ring ring”
letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)
Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.
Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.
Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.
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Time skip; 9:00 am
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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.
“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.
“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”
Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?
He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”
He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”
This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.
Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.
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Time skip; after school
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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.
Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.
“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.
“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.
He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.
“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.
“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.
He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.
I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.
He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”
“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.
Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”
He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”
I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”
Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.
“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.
His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”
His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.
“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.
“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.
Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”
Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.
He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”
Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”
gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”
He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-
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Coastal Waters (1/8/2021)
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Valera @autokrates and Madame @usedhearts meet underwater, talk about Madame’s history, eat an eel, and head to the library when Valera discovers to his horror that Madame, an octopus, doesn’t know shit about octopuses. octopodes. octopi.
Madame
The sea. She hadn't even seen the ocean since she was just a girl, let alone swam deep in her waters. The water was warm against her skin, and she flowed through it with an effortless grace that she honestly didn't know she had. It felt good. It felt right, to be among the waves of this alien planet. This was were a giant octopus of a lady should be.
Madame just sat there, under the water, watching curious fish and other creatures flit towards her. She was far larger than any of them, so they were either brave or foolish. A few of the more foolish ones found their way inside her mouth for their crimes. She intentionally kept her skin a pinkish red, wanting to stand out among the reef. A color that said 'Here I am, and I'm bigger than you, so watch out!' It was perfect really. She kept a look out for anyone else going for a swim-- she'd be sure they got a little kraken scare, just for fun.
Valera
Funny, how even on an alien planet, the ocean is still comforting to anyone who loved it. Colorful fish were abundant, the reddish light of the suns lending a faintly pink tinge to the rays coming down through the water.
And here comes Valera to torment innocent wildlife, a flash of silver followed by pink as he chases a mirror bright eel adjacent creature past Madame's resting place.
Madame
Madame's head snapped to the side as Valera passed, and quick as anything, she's off after him. That eel is the target, hm? Well, she wasn't about to let their host have an easy go of it. Tentacles opening and then thrusting back to get her speed, she closed in, trying to get it first-- or at least, make a little game of it for Valera.
Valera
It takes a few seconds for Valera to notice the appearance of a competitor, movement in the corner of his eyes nearly distracting him enough to lose track of the eel. But then the slippery menace turns on a dime, diving into a crevice in the rocks for all its worth. Valera's forced to brake, fins flaring out dramatically as he backpedals just to not smash into the rocks.
He perches on the coral, snorting out a few bubbles as he looks up at Madame. "Damn! Ah well, it'll have to come out eventually. Hello! What's an octopus like you doing in a place like this?"
Madame
Unfortunately, Madame doesn't catch herself quite as quickly as Valera, but she does slow herself enough to not smash hard against the rocks. She winced as she pulled away from them, rubbing her arm.
"Ouch. Them eels are slippery fuckers, ain't they?" She smirked at Val, swimming over to them and perching in a similar manner. "That it does. And thought I'd go for a swim, enjoy it while I can 'n all that. The closest I get to all this is my aquariums at home. This is...heaven, honestly."
Valera
Valera frowns, leaning in to sniff at Madame. Any blood? He can patch up a scrape no problem! The praise for his planet makes him purr, a soft buzz in the water that makes nearby fish start swimming closer to nibble at the pink fish's scales.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! I was hoping my home would be a place of relaxation, but it seems like it's getting even more of a positive response than expected. If you really like it though, I'll see about inviting you back sometime!"
Madame
No blood, luckily, but she'd probably have a bruise or three later. Octopus skin is durable but not the best when it comes to impacts.
"Oh, I'd simply love that-- even give ya free drinks for life at the Cabaret if that'd sweeten the pot." She winked and laughed, before turning to look up at the surface, watching the sunlight glitter through. She was glad they were surrounded by salt water-- a few tears wouldn't be noticed down here.
"It truly is beautiful. Reminds me so much a home-- I ever tell ya, me 'n Alastor hail from the same place? Good ol' Nawlins, right there on the gulf. Gorgeous city, full of wonderful people 'n the best food 'n the south. When I went west with my husband, I knew I'd miss the ocean, but I didn't think I'd die without ever seein' it again." She smiled as she turned towards him.
"Ya really put some joy back in an ol' lady's heart, Valera, invitin' me here. Didn't think it'd mean as much as it does...but here we are." She laughed, and wiped at her eyes-- before remembering there was nothing to wipe. "Forgive me, gettin' all emotional. We supposed t' be lookin' for an eel, right?"
Valera
"Oh, that eel can go tie itself in knots for all I care, we're talking about this old lady here right now." Valera leans in, a clawed hand delicately patting at Madame's shoulder. "I didn't know you were from New Orleans! I've been there a few times. Lovely place. Very...." He pauses to think, plucking a wandering shrimp off the reef to gesture with. "Lively? Vibrant! You can really lose yourself in that city"
His tail winds around an outcrop, the fish settling down like he was lounging on the finest swooning couch. "So, you were married? Happily, I hope!"
Madame
She took a few breaths, the water filling her chest with warmth, and nodded.
"I was, born 'n raised. Got married a fresh faced youth 'n me 'n the husband decided to try 'n make our fortunes out west. We made it out there too, 'n then he caught ill 'n passed. Left me with a house built and some livestock bought 'n not much else. Started up doin' work on my back, 'n then collected some other girls, some a them like me, others on they own from the start. Home my husband built became my saloon 'n brothel, 'n a whole town sprung up around it. Lovely lil' place.
"But with people come folk what think they the law in a lawless patch a ground. Dumb fucks didn't like me much, and I ain't care for them neither. Startin' smugglin' for local outlaws, hidin' some. The quote-unquote 'law' got it in they heads to burn my place down, cause I was hidin' some poor boy they wanted-- surprised them when the whole thing blew to smithereens cause we was sittin' on a couple boxes a dynamite. Oh, if I coulda seen their faces...." She trailed off and then cleared her throat, laughing a little.
"But then I landed in Hell. And they did too. Strung 'em up by they own insides for I staked a claim on the land I landed on. That's where the Cabaret sits now. The asshole's skeletons're in the aquarium now, housin' crabs and whatnot. Serves 'em right."
Valera
Valera makes a sound more like a dolphin noise than a whistle, crossing one leg over the other as he listens to Madame tell her not especially tragic backstory. "It certainly does. Though I'm sure the short time they spent in Hell came as a rather nasty surprise, if they were going around calling themselves the *law*."
A snort. "It sounds like you've been a woman with a talent for business since day one, Madame. Can't say I'm surprised with the way you run things, but what a story. Sorry to hear about the husband though, losing someone is never easy."
Madame
She nodded, crossing her legs as daintily as someone who was fifteen feet tall could.
"Oh yeah, real nasty surprise for them-- shame I didn't keep 'em around longer, woulda been fun to have 'em strung up on the dart boards or somethin'."
Madame shrugged. "I did miss 'im but, after he died, I realized that I never _really_ loved him. Not like a woman 'n a man 'should' love each other. Dunno why, always been like that I suppose. But we was best friends since childhood 'n it made sense back then to marry someone y' at least liked, instead a some stranger."
Valera
"Hah! I can see it now! Are you a sadist? Five bucks a pop and you can throw your darts at the living dart boards! Ten points if you get them in the eyes, fifteen if you throw hard enough to knock a tooth out! Oh, Hell would have loved that." He cackles, popping the shrimp into his mouth for a quick snack. Mmm, crunchy!
"...Is there a 'should'?" His face twists in confusion. "Maybe it's an alien thing. I was set to bond with my own best friend before I cut that short in favor of running the Autocracy. Romance seems secondary in favor of... You know. Benefits."
Madame
"Dunno. With humans there's always a 'should', it seems. 'Ya _should_ love a man. Ya _should_ marry 'n have kids. Ya _should_ pick yerself up by yer bootstraps 'n get shit done. Ya _should_ know all the right things ta say'." She sighed and shrugged.
"Never much cared for the shoulds. Married because it seemed better'n bein' alone-- and I ended up alone anyways. So, what was the point 'n the first place? I sure as shit don't know. Just lost my best friend, that's all." Madame leaned her chin on her hand, elbow on her knee. "Think I woulda fared better with aliens then humans."
Valera
An eyebrow is raised as Valera turns what Madame said over in his mind. "I don't think marrying your best friend directly resulted in him dying, Madame. But I will admit, you wouldn't be the first human, former or otherwise, to say they would have likely been happier with an alien partner." He's absolutely talking about Pentious. And maybe a few others. He's a popular fish!
"Humans are silly creatures, and I do say that fondly! I've seen very few races as determined to bind themselves to strict social rules and roles that none of them seem to actually enjoy. It's baffling."
Madame
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. Most people seem happier when they break social conventions. Makes ya wonder why we even got 'em."
Madame took a breath and smiled. "And I didn't mean it so much as an alien partner as, well, maybe I was just meant to not be a human-- alien in a human body or some such. Maybe it's why I adapted ta bein' a weird giant octopus demon so well!"
Valera
"Your guess is better than mine, I'm only a human when it suits me."
He grins, all teeth. "It wouldn't surprise me. You never struck me as especially *human*, tentacles nonwithstanding. A lovely person? Yes, absolutely. You take good care of all your girls. But human? Not really." Well that's cryptic. But good luck getting him to elaborate, he's already distracted by trying to shove his arm into the crevice where the eel is hiding.
Madame
Madame let out another laugh, smirking as she shrugged and waved a hand.
"I'll take the compliment, and y'know, that reminds me a one of my go-to numbers." She slid off the rock she sat on and floated down a bit, twirling as she went.
"_I admit that in the past I've been a nasty, they weren't kidding when they called me well, a witch_...." She trailed off, giggling. "One of my favorites. That and 'When You're Good To Mama', acourse."
Valera
"Mm, I had you pinned as a contralto day one, my dear Madame." Valera glances over, against the rock up to the shoulder as he scrabbled for the eel. "You run that routine at the cabaret, right? I'll have to swing by to see it sometime! Maybe with my beau, though I don't know his opinion on burlesque just yet."
Madame
"Oh yes! Just tell me when y'all are droppin' by and I'll be sure to add myself to the night's roster." She winked and swam closer, looking at Val's arm, stuck deep in the rock.
"Any luck findin' the squirmy bastard? Or do ya need something a little more dexterous?" She wiggled a tentacle at him.
Valera
He frowns, then pulls his arm back and gestures for Madame to take his place. "I think you may have better luck, my dear. And for more than just that dexterity of yours! Mind the teeth though, those eels aren't the sharpest around, but they bite and do NOT let go."
Madame
Her arms crossed as she slid the tentacle inside, and Madame's face screwed up in concentration. A few moments later she let out a shout.
"Ow! Fucker got me, but I got him too!" With a mighty yank, her tentacle pulled back out, the eel wrapped tight in it, even as it chomped down on her. "What now, Val?"
Valera
"Now you eat him!" He crows, clapping his hands together as the eel gives the most hateful look it can muster. Though, underwater, there wasn't actually any sound to the gesture. "It's your catch, just bite him behind the eyes, nice and clean kill!"
Madame
She arched a brow, but brought the eel closer, moving to get a good angle. Madame opened her mouth and snapped down on the eel's head-- and it released it's own bite on her. She took it in her hands and bit it in half, swallowing down the front half.
Madame offered the other half to Val, grinning. "Here. Only right a guest share with her host."
Valera
He affects a dainty gasp, accepting the eel with a coquettish fluttering of his lashes. "Why THANK you, my dear Madame. Such a gracious guest, my hearts are warmed by your consideration."
And that chunk of eel is gone in a flash, yam yam. "Gods, always a tasty little morsel. Those have a lot of interesting names in various languages here, but my personal favorite is the one that translates best to..." He taps his chin, trying to think of the closest words. "Something like Bastard Snake. Bastard as in abandoned son, not the insult."
Madame
"Nah, I think the insult worst better, cause he sure was a bastard ta get outta there." She gestured toward her bitten tentacle.
"Think he mighta torn a chunk outta me. Ouch..." She brought it closer to inspect and while the chunk wasn't _gone_, it was barely hanging out. "Oh, that's a doozy..."
Valera
He leans in, taking a closer look at the damage to Madame's tentacle with a sympathetic hiss. "Oooh, that looks painful. Want me to fix it?"
A waggle of his fingers, and he extends a glowing hand. That's probably not ominous, right?
Madame
"Can ya?" She asked, her head tilting. "I'd love ta not have to whip out the scar cream for somethin' so small."
Valera
"I can! Healing and barriers are actually my specialty." He trills, looking VERY pleased with himself about that fact. "No strings attached for you, of course."
Madame
"Well, then, thank ya kindly. Yer a lovely 'n gracious host." She beamed.
Valera
He takes her tentacle in hand, smoothing over the wound with a slow sweep of his palm. A brief flash of numbness, heat, and there, good as new. No dramatics necessary! But he's still going to deliver with some SPECTACULAR jazz hands and the cheeriest grin he can muster.
"There, how's that?"
Madame
Madame let out a little 'oh!' at the numbness and heat, and as soon as her tentacle was released, it flexed and wiggled of its own accord.
"Well, that was sure somethin'! Never had a healin' like that."
Valera
"Never? Is healing magic not common in Hell?" Well, either that or Madame just didn't get hurt often. Either seemed possible.
Madame
"Oh no, it's not that. Usually gettin' somethin' healed costs-- usually a soul, or a favor, but always somethin'." She shrugged. "Try not to get into too many fights, cause the healin' is usually worse than the damage."
Valera
He squints, planting his chin on his open palm as he stares at the fixed tentacle. "I mean, I guess it cost something? All I did was encourage your natural healing. A few cell divisions to smooth over the damage, replace the torn up cells. Something that small didn't require actually replacing any massive swaths of material. You'll be hungrier than usual later, but that's about it!"
A shrug. "It would have been worse if you'd actually lost a chunk, but even then, I could have just converted a pebble to matching flesh or something. No biggie!"
Madame
"A pebble? Huh!" She tapped her chin. "That is somethin'. Yer magic's a lot more powerful than anythin' I can channel. Usual I go to good ol' Al for any real punchy magics."
Valera
"You know, people keep saying that. I never thought of myself as especially powerful." He holds up a finger. "Well, no. I have plenty of RAW power. But as far as efficiency goes, I'm absolute garbage. My magic isn't nearly as finely tuned as it could be. I burn tons of it on even small spells. Like, embarrassing amounts. Horrendously sloppy."
A sigh. "What kind of magic do you usually need from good old Alastor?"
Madame
"If I need a costume on the fly, he can magic up some pretty good threads. He's fairly good at some basic healin'-- like if ona my acts sprains somethin'. And of course, the best magic of all-- his reputation. Ain't nobody gonna mess with the Cabaret none if I got the Radio Demon in my back pocket." She paused.
"Don't tell him I said that, he wouldn't take kindly to it."
Valera
He waves a hand, grin turning downright impish. "What, me? Tell an Alastor that his reputation is helping protect his friends? My dear, I would *never*."
Madame
Madame giggled, and winked at him. "Yer a peach, shug." She put her hands on her hips.
"Anythin' else ya wanna tag team, huntin' wise? I'm down for a lil explorin' 'n huntin', if you are."
Valera
Valera sticks his tongue out, slowly unwinding his tail from his anchor point. "No, I'm a fish! But I understand the confusion. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your mistake." A wink.
"We'll have to browse the local selection, Madame! If you're amenable to a bit of window shopping, that is."
Madame
"I dunno about that, ya ass is pretty peachy!" She cackled, swimming closer to take his arm.
"I'm a fan a any kinda shoppin', includin' the window kind!"
Valera
Oho! Quick on the sass with that one, was she? Good! Keeps things interesting. He politely flutters his fins, turning his head this way and that to scout out a meal.
"You're more of an ambush predator, no?"
Madame
"Think so! Don't know too much bout octopuses honestly? Only what I've been able to figure out, mostly. But it worked earlier!" She laughed.
Valera
... He turns his head back to look at Madame, eyebrows inching up slowly but surely.
"Pardon? You don't know about octopuses? The very animal your soul was moulded after for your eternal punishment?"
Madame
She laughed, oh that look on his face!
"Yup! Thinka how surprised I was when I dropped inta Hell lookin' like this!" She gestured to herself. "Knew things like fish 'n gators 'n the like, 'n even the tiny little octopuses, but never one as big as me!"
Valera
He squints, slowly turning them back towards the shore. Sounds like they're about to make a trip to the *library*.
"I'm sure. So you're not familiar with how octopus brains work? Or the semi-independent "minds" of their tentacles?"
Madame
"Oh, is that why they sometimes do shit on they own?" She giggled again, going along with Val's movements.
"And no, I ain't. Never thought to look it up, too busy buildin' my business 'n keepin' it."
Valera
He snorts. Yes, this library visit is sounding more and more necessary. But he's not above setting a sedate pace. A couple of friends on a relaxing swim, no need to flip.
"Yes, Madame. You'll also be pleased to know that were you an octopus of the male persuasion, one of your tentacles would also be your penis." A pause, and he amends. "Well, theoretically. It gets wibbly when you mix humans and other species. I doubt you'd lay four hundred thousand eggs and then die from a single mating."
Madame
Her eyes widened and she can't help but laugh again. "Oh fuck! Yeah, sure glad I don't do that! Woulda double died a long time ago!"
Valera
"If it makes you feel any better, the Earth fish I most resemble, the lionfish, can lay..." A tap at his lips, give him a moment to recall... Oh, yes, there we go. "Fifteen thousand eggs every four days?"
That's so many. He shudders at the very thought. "I'm not *quite* so prolific. But fret not, my dear. All those facts and more can be safely tucked into your noggin once we find you a book that doesn't read like watching paint dry. I know there's SOMETHING about octopuses being able to tamper with their own biology on the fly."
Madame
"Oh? That sounds interestin'. And yeah, glad we ain't out here layin' thousands of eggs, that's just too much." She laughed, giving his arm a squeeze in hers.
Valera
And off they go, back to shore and beyond, to educate an octopus woman on her own partial biology. How lovely.
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Disarming Voice
[Tour!verse]
One of, like, three gifts for @the10amongstthese3s because I love them so much and they mean a lot to me and I just 💚💘💙💖💚💖💚💘💙💘💚 I was supposed to wait for their birthday in June but they were sad earlier today and so I gathered the remains of the Adderall in my system and wrote this bad boy
I love you, Duckie!!!!!
also: i couldnt think of a title so i frantically searched up Pokemon moves and now this will be the second fanfic with a title that is a move from Pokemon (the first is Quiver Dance)
Word count: 3175
TW: Blood
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Haus of Holbein concluded with kaleidoscope of strobe lights and cacophony of giggles from the eager audience. They watched as the queens pranced over the risers and staircase for the next bit, unbeknownst to a small pop in the back that was deaf to even the Tudor ladies themselves. They just went on with their performance like they always did.
“It’s time for you to choose your bride, your highness!” Aragon declared in her high pitched, Welsh-tinged voice, and that was enough to pop a metaphorical balloon that cut Howard off from saying her next line.
Okay, well, it wasn’t really the metaphorical balloon popping that halted the show, but the sharp cry of pain that came from the upper right.
Joan was hunched over her keyboard, rocking back and forth slight and clutching at one side of her head. The sound of her soft whimpers and keens resonated in the earpieces each of the queen’s wore.
“Joan, what are you doing?” Anne hissed softly. She can hear the audience starting to murmur in confusion behind her.
“Stop the show,” Joan croaked weakly.
“What? We can’t-”
���Please!” Joan cried, her voice cracking. Her head snapped up and the spotlights caught on some kind of fluid running down the side of her face. Anne makes a sickened look and backed away, thinking that it may be blood. Aragon gave her an exasperated expression—how could a woman be afraid of the sight of blood? Or did Anne just pass out every time she had her period?
The golden queen’s internal nitpicking came to an abrupt halt when the director suddenly came on the speakers and announced a momentary intermission. A few people in the audience grumble in annoyance, while others groan, and the majority whispered even louder. A couple of stagehands are leering at Joan from the wings.
“What is going on?” The director suddenly stormed onstage, looking frazzled and aloof at the interruption. He was probably already imagining all the negative reviews and the money they’ll lose from people not wanting to come anymore, which definitely would not happen with how popular the show was. “Why did we stop? Joan, what did you do?”
“My-my ear—” Joan choked out. She’s rocking herself more prominently, as if she thought the movement would comfort her, but it clearly wasn’t working the magic she thought it would.
“You made us stop the show for an EARACHE?” The director barked.
“Hey, get off her ass.” Aragon growled, puffing out her chest to the obnoxious man and gathering herself up to her full size—which was easier taller than the director. And if she didn’t beat him in height, then her muscles and abs surely did, and she made sure to make that known to him.
“N-no, it’s—” Joan winced. “I-it’s—” She was stuttering too much for anyone to understand what she was saying, although nobody was really surprised. It was a habit of hers.
“Woah,” Maggie suddenly piped up. “What’s that on your face?”
Someone called for the main lights to be turned on, and the white-yellow fluid coating one side of Joan’s head is revealed. It was mixing with trails of red—blood. Anne stepped back dizzily and Aragon shot her a ‘get over it’ look over her shoulder before returning her full attention to the injured music director.
She could see that the fluids seemed to be coming from her ear and were dripping all the way down her jawline and onto her chest and shoulders. The droplets disappear against the dark material of her band uniform.
“Ew,” Jane wrinkled her nose and Joan looked dismayed at her reaction, then embarrassment. Pink did not go well with whatever color that liquid was supposed to be.
“What happened?” Cleves asked, incredibly curious. She was looking at the residue as if it were liquid gemstones.
“I-I had an—ear infection.” Joan explained, and each of her words are punctuated with a wince or whimper. “I took—pain killers, but—” She made a miserable, pained sound and clenched tighter.
“Your eardrum might have burst.” Cathy said bluntly.
Joan went very pale, and the fluids suddenly look a lot darker. Or maybe that was just because of the increased sputtering of blood that’s coming out.
Slowly, so slowly, she pulled her hand back, and they all saw the drooling maw that was her left ear. The interior was completely coated in a thick amalgam of water, blood, and something that looked like pus, and the hole seemed to be clogged by the same concoction, although that looked a lot more /red/. It was weeping the foul-smelling liquid; Anne gagged loudly, but Aragon didn’t know if it was because of the sight, the smell, or both.
“Yikes,” Maggie winced. “That looks painful.” At her side, Howard tentatively touched her ear, as if she thought that her eardrum may randomly burst and put her through the same pain the music director was very obviously feeling.
“What do we do?” Aragon asked, waving her head around to everyone.
“Well, if I remember correctly,” Cathy said in her infamous know-it-all voice, “burst eardrums usually heal on their own.”
There was a collective sigh of relief—and then Cathy started talking again.
“However, sometimes surgery is needed. I’ve heard of cauterizing being used as a form of treatment, too.”
Miraculously, Joan’s face managed to get even whiter. If Cathy noticed, she doesn’t relent with her fact-stating.
“And hearing loss is sometimes possible. Which, when working in show biz, doesn’t seem to be a very good th-”
“Thank you, Cathy!” Aragon said loudly, batting her goddaughter away. She set a hand on Joan’s shoulder and her heart broke a little when she felt the girl trembling. Ice blue eyes stare up at her in fear.
“I-I don’t want t-to get my ear cauterized.” Joan stammered. “O-or go deaf!”
“You won’t, honey,” Aragon assured her. I hope. “I’ll take you to the doctor’s.”
“What?” The director squawked. “You can’t leave!” He wheeled around to Joan, bug-eyed and desperate. “You can still perform, can’t you?”
“My EAR is LEAKING!” Joan cried, holding out her pus-soaked hand to the man, who reared away in disgust. Anne gagged again from somewhere further away and Howard begrudgingly leaves the commotion to go comfort her soon-to-be-ill cousin.
Aragon raised her eyebrows with a pleased smile. She didn’t often hear Joan snap at people, but she was always very impressed when she was around for it. It just proved there were thorns under that shell she’s always hiding in.
“Can you walk?” Aragon said softly, then wanted to slap her. She was on the side with the injured ear—Joan probably could barely hear from that side.
“Yeah.” Joan still said, making out the queen’s words. She wobbled to her feet, and although it was her ear that was the part that hurt, her legs were still hindered by the waves of pain and discomfort washing over her.
“Ow,” She whispered, wincing.
“Come on, darling.” Aragon said to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I won’t let you fall.”
“What about the show?” The director warbled woefully.
“The swings are here, aren’t they?” Aragon said dismissively. “Get one of them to do it!”
There’s a reply, but Aragon was already leading Joan off of the stage, through the wings, and out the back door to the staff parking lot.
“What did it feel like?” Aragon asked as she was driving to the hospital. She glanced at the shuddering form of Joan in the passenger seat. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Um,” Joan looked a little uncomfortable. “Sorta like a water balloon popping? I kinda heard, like, umm—this pop, I guess? And then splitting pain and, ahh—there was stuff—coming out of my ear.”
At least, Aragon thinks that’s what she said. She liked to think she was good at discerning Joan Stutters, but the girl was just stammering so badly that even she was having a hard time understanding what exactly she was saying. She reached one hand off the steering wheel and touched Joan’s shoulder, hoping it may help comfort her.
“It’ll be okay, darling.” She told her.
“P-please focus on the road,” Joan said, glancing anxiously at the hand on her shoulder.
“Right.” Aragon pulled her hand away. She should have known—Joan hated when she didn’t drive with both hands on the wheel.
How was it possible to hold so much anxiety in such a scrawny little body?
They soon arrived at the hospital in a whirl of rhinestones and sparkles, seeing as they were both still in their show costumes. The people in the waiting room were dazzled at the shimmering gold outfit Aragon was stuck in, and one person even recognized her and got up to possibly ask for a picture, but then immediately sat back down when they noticed her determined, ‘do not fuck with me’ expression. If her leotard was breaking some kind of hospital dress code, nobody decided to say something.
Aragon explained to the woman at the reception desk about what they were there for, gesturing vaguely to the coagulated mess on the side of Joan’s head in the process a few times. After getting checked in, they took a seat in the waiting room, much to Aragon’s displeasure. Sure, Joan’s injury was no broken bone or heart attack, but the girl was clearly in a severe amount of pain. If the way she wouldn’t stop shaking didn’t give that away.
“Snowflake?” Aragon gently touched her hand. “Are you alright, baby?”
Joan merely replied with a soft “mmm” and kept her eyes shut. Aragon frowned. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy with his parents staring at the mess on Joan’s head and shot him a look that nearly made him keel over dead.
“You’re going to be okay.” Aragon told her girl, keeping her voice warm and soothing. “I promise.”
Joan just nodded this time.
It took almost twenty minutes and an extra squirting of ear water and pus, but Joan was eventually called for examination. Aragon followed her, sliding past the several gazes she got as she went along.
As Cathy predicted, there wasn’t much the doctors could do for something inside of Joan’s head, and they were sure she didn’t want a sudden surgery to repair some pieces of frayed tissue. However, they did clean up her head and ear (which was a painful process when a q-tip was used), and prescribed her some stronger antibiotics since it was clear she was in some discomfort.
On the drive to her apartment, Joan looked terribly guilty.
“What’s wrong, snowball?” Aragon asked, glancing at the sulking girl.
Joan mumbled something. Aragon leaked over slightly.
“A little louder, baby. I can’t hear you.”
“I made you miss the show for nothing.” Joan said. “And then you paid for a pointless doctor visit.” She hunched over in the passenger seat and put her head in her hands. “You wasted so much for me.”
It took all of Aragon’s willpower to not veer the car off the road and start laying into Joan about how she’d give up everything for her, but she kept her cool and continued driving so she wouldn’t freak the girl out even more. Her added car anxiety wouldn’t make anything better.
“Honey, I chose to take you to the doctor’s.” Aragon said. “It was my idea. You didn’t force me. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Joan pulled her head back and nodded slowly. Aragon wished she would smile, or at least stop frowning guiltily like she was. The girl was always too hard on herself, always blaming herself for things she didn’t cause and always losing her mind over the most minor inconveniences. She thought she was to prove herself or live up to the queen’s greatness, Aragon realized awhile ago.
They parked in Joan’s apartment complex and Joan didn’t even try to convince Aragon that she didn’t have to stay like she usually did. She just trudged up the two flights of stairs to her flat- Argaon always wondered how she got all her furniture up there, as she was sure the girl was too shy to ask a moving company for help. The image of her darling snow fox trying to haul an entire wardrobe up the steps was quite funny, albeit a bit pitiful.
Stepping into Joan’s apartment, however, was even more pitiful.
Aragon never got over how barren Joan’s home was. She stumbled through a dark corridor, kicking off her shoes as she does so. She saw Joan turn on a lamp instead of the main lights (they hurt her eyes, she had said before), and the glow it gave off was dim, as though the bulb was about to go out. It was enough to illuminate the bare and cold living room, dining room, and kitchen, which were all empty of decorations. Joan was terrible with money, fearing that buying a simple potted plant would leave her bankrupt. She did have a small cactus in her kitchen, though—its name was Prickle.
Joan grabbed a light blue cup from the sink, the only dish in the basin, and filled it up with some water before swallowing one of the painkillers, despite already having taken one while at the hospital.
“Joan, baby?” Aragon called out gently. “Does it hurt that much?”
She worried about the pain being that severe and the chance that Joan was just taking more pills because she liked how they made her numb. She once said she liked not feeling—it made her forget about her worthlessness and stress.
Joan sorta just shrugged in response, staring ruefully down into the cup. Aragon came over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“How about we watch a movie?” She suggested. “Or do you want to rest?”
“It’s only lunchtime.” Joan pointed out. “I can’t rest already.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of catnaps?” Aragon poked her in the stomach, which made her giggle and squirm away. It was music to her ears. “Let’s make lunch, then. And THEN watch a movie.”
She detangled herself from Joan and walked over to the fridge. Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside.
“You went grocery shopping!” She spun around to Joan, clasping her hands in her own. “I’m so proud of you!”
She had been so worried to see the fridge empty like so many times before, but this time there was /food/! Sure, it wasn’t much, but it was something! Joan had bought fruit and milk and cheese and eggs and that weird LaCroix drinks she insists are really good but Aragon just thinks they taste like static and a single cherry skittle that’s been dissolved in water for three hours. There was food in the pantry, too—bread and crackers, biscuits and cereal, canned soup and packets of macaroni. Joan had even bought herself ice cream!
Joan blushed shyly, looking away.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” She murmured.
“It is to me!” Aragon whisked her up in her arms, causing Joan to squeak and cling to the ruffs on her shoulders.
“That’s itchy,” Joan said after she was set down, wrinkling her nose at Aragon’s costume.
“Tell me about it,” Aragon laughed. “Do you think any of your clothes will fit me? I’d watch the movie naked like I usually do, but I feel like that wouldn’t be proper guest etiquette.”
“Oh, I actually have—”
Aragon burst into laughter at the double take Joan does.
“Wait. What?!” Joan blinked at her, probably picturing that image in her head and then immediately being horrified when it actually materializes in her brain. “Don’t you— Doesn’t Anna share a room with you?”
“Then I guess I’m the award-winning film she’s watching.” Aragon smirked.
“Ahhh!!” Joan slapped Aragon's arms frantically. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
“What? You don’t like hearing about my-“
“LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!” Joan covered her ears, although softly with her injured one. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!! MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB!!!”
Aragon laughed until her chest hurt. She wiped one of her eyes and set a hand on Joan’s head.
“Okay, snowfall, I’m done.”
Joan carefully removed her hands, peering up at Aragon suspiciously.
“You’re gross.” She poked her.
“Not gross. H-”
Joan slapped her hands back over her ears.
Which was a big mistake.
“You dummy.” Aragon said when Joan keened sharply in pain. “Shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s your fault!” Joan said miserably. She carefully rubbed the space next to her injured ear, but stopped when Aragon started to do it for her, leaning blissfully into her touch. “You’re the reason Maggie likes to tease me about having mommy issues.”
Aragon snorted. “I’m not surprised.” She said. “Now. What were you saying before?”
A blush dusts Joan’s cheeks. “Oh. Right.” She fidgets with a rhinestone on her costume. “I, umm— Well, seeing as you come over a lot— I— I got you some spare clothes.”
Aragon perked up, smiling. “Aww. That’s so sweet of you to do, Joan!”
Joan blushed harder and then scurried off to go change while Aragon started to make their lunch. She changed soon after, and then they sat down on the couch with their grilled cheeses.
“How’s your ear feeling?” Aragon asked as Joan was flipping through Netflix (technically, it was Aragon’s account. Of course Joan wouldn’t by her own—financial anxiety and all. And of course Aragon had to share with the girl!)
“Better,” Joan said, then touched it tentatively. “But it’s kinda, like...ringing.” She curled into Aragon’s side. “I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Aragon wrapped her arms around Joan and she marveled at how perfectly she fit, as if that spot had been shaped by the universe just for the girl. She didn’t think even Mary had fit that well.
It was a sign, she realized: This is where this girl should stay. In your arms. Forever.
Aragon smiled. She liked the sound of that, even if she knew it would definitely be questioned by other people. They wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around her loving some anxious mess of a music director more than her birth daughter she had fought tooth and nail to be with all those centuries ago. But it was hard to feel a sliver of love towards Mary after hearing about the horrors she’s done—she was just ashamed. Ashamed to be her mother, so she disconnected herself from the bloody ties of her child and went searching for someone who needed her more.
And that’s how she found Joan. Her perfect, weird little moon. Every inch nervous and shy, with so much room to be loved, and everything Mary would never ever be.
Sorry, Mary, Aragon thought with a chuckle, imagining her daughter throwing a fit in her place in hell.
She snuggled Joan closer and set her chin on her head. She felt Joan lean in closer and she smiled lovingly.
“So, what are we watching?”
#six the musical#six the musical fanfiction#six the musical fanfic#six fanfic#six fanfiction#catherine of aragon#tour catherine of aragon#joan on the keys#tour joan on the keys#tour anne boleyn#tour jane seymour#tour anna of cleves#tour katherine howard#tour catherine parr#tour maggie on the guitar#uk tour fanfiction#six uk tour#uk tour six#tw: blood#disarming voice
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Kicking and Screaming
“You don’t need the trouble, Rhydian. Just leave her alone.” This was the sage advice from the Slytherin’s just barely older sister. Owena sat next to her brother in the back seat of their mother’s car, a pile of snacks and a forgotten game of Uno laid between them. They were on their way to Kings Cross station, ready to start their fourth year of Hogwarts.
But Rhydian was paying no head to his sister’s warning, he could hardly hear her over the music reverberating between his ear drumbs and the soft black cover over his headphones. His violet eyes were cast outward to the blurring scenery as the vehicle moved down the winding highway away from the northern welsh coast and the place they called home. Had his father been around, the family would have apparated somewhere with a floo that connected to King’s Cross, but Louis had been beckoned for work in the dead of night. His father had woken him up in to hug him goodbye and wish him well in school, and Rhydian had been too tired to be rude and deny his father the simple affection.
He felt bad for him, Rhydian, even if he’d never admit it to the older wizard’s face. But Louis hated his job and it was clear for anyone to see. He was always tired and grumpy when he came home from a mission, and he often didn’t speak to his family members until after Caerwyn would take her husbands hand and lead him to the bedroom, the door would lock behind them and they’d be gone to the world for a few hours. Rhydian knew some of what his father experienced must be horrific. Louis never spoke about work but Uncle Cleary, Louis’ partner and Rhydian’s Godfather, was much more forthcoming with information now that Rhydian was older. Knowing the bits and peices of what his father had done at work, and what had been done to him made Rhydian just as sympathetic to his father as it did angry.
On one hand Rhydian understood his father put his life on the line and was witness to many dark and terrifying things for the sake of his family. Caerwyn and Louis had ended up pregnant and unwed at nineteen freshly graduated. His father had done what he needed to and found a job with security. On the other hand Rhydian felt that Louis’ experiences should have made him more sympathetic to his son’s illness. Louis never slept well and could be found nearly at all hours with a cup of black hot coffee in his hand. Rhydian knew it was because of work just like Rhydian had trouble sleeping because spirits. Shouldn’t that mean Louis could understand why Rhydian didn’t going new places? Why he needed his music? Why he couldn’t pay attention all the time? These were all coping skills Rhydian had unconsciously picked up from his parents after all.
But Louis didn’t seem to understand his son, and Rhydian felt he never would.
As if sensing the way her son’s thoughts were heading, Caerwyn spoke up. Owena nudged her brother, and two matching sets of violet eyes met in the rear view mirror.
“It’s Poppy’s first fucking year, you’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Caerwyn asked. She was always interrupting Rhydian and Louis when they started to go at each other, always trying the ease the waves between them. Could she feel the impatience Rhydian had begun to stew in the fleeting thought about his father’s absence?
“She’s going to look simply adorable in her robes, oh I can’t wait to see her, I bet she’s going to be in Hufflepuff, just like Aunty Lils.” Owena cheered, always bright and cheerful. She was like the sun, Owena, and just like the gaseous celestial body, the world seemed to revolve around her. Everyone liked Owena, everyone wanted to be her mate. Rhydian was envious of such magnetism but also thankful. He had gone his whole life being left alone he shouldn’t think he’d take to being popular all that well now.
“Mmm.” Was Rhydian’s gruff response, his eyes falling away from his mother’s and back to the landscape. Poppy was one of Rhydian’s dozens upon dozens of cousins, a daughter of his father’s cousin Lily and her husband Lorcan. The Potter/Weasley family was large, too large for Rhydian to feel all that comfortable around every one of his cousins the way his father was, but he got on well enough with Aunty Lils’ girls. Briar and Thistle, the eldest of his aunt’s surmounting hoard, were close enough in age to Rhydian that they had been able to play as children. There were also no spirits in the valley Aunty Lils and Uncle Lori had made their home which meant Rhydian was willing to spend time there on occasion.
But home was one thing, school was another. As sort of a social pariah, Rhydian was generally avoided at school, even by his cousins. Rhydian didn’t care, he wasn’t particularly close to any of the one’s in his year anyway. Owena was really the only one he hung around with regularly at school, usually tagging along to whatever she was doing with her mates at her insistence. Most of the cousins he saw consistently were older anyway, after Addie had been born it was like a baby bomb had gone off. Sophia, Tante Vic’s daughter had been born, then James’ oldest, Junior, and then a whole ton more. If he had to pick favorites Rhydian would have to say it was Viktor, Tante Doma’s son, but he lived in Eastern europe with the Dragons so it was rarely Rhydian got to see him, they certainly didn’t go to school together.
Poppy was alright, but young and a girl. Shy but sweet. She’d make friends fast enough. Rhydian agreed with Owena’s assessment, Hufflepuff was likely.
“And leave fucking Maggie alone.” Owena quipped. Rhydian rolled his eyes as he replaced his headphones, not looking up to meet the violet eyes staring at him once more in the mirror. It was no secret what had happened over the summer at Addie’s going away party. Louis had blamed Rhydian but he hadn’t cared. There had been no use in arguing. But just because he had accepted his father’s lame punishment of having to sit at a table with him -probably what he would have been stuck doing anyway- that didn’t mean the Slytherin didn’t blame Maggie Stonefyre for him getting in trouble to begin with.
Rhydian wasn’t the forgiving type, and Owena was probably sensing her brother was scheming, but Merlin did she have no idea what was in store for the weirdo snake bitch was in for. Maggie was a nice girl, according to Owena, ‘a Hufflepuff’ Owena had stated, dragging the house name out, her eyes reflecting exasperation. She believed no Hufflepuff was rotten to their core. And Rhydian supposed Maggie wasn’t rotten to her core, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t deserving of justice.
He started picking on Maggie the first day of classes. He found them sharing a bench in Potions oddly enough, other students were weary of the snake that curled itself around her body. Rhydian had learned the snake was passive enough though and so he took the opportunity and grabbed the seat next to her. They hadn’t spoken, but she had gone to the loo which allowed Rhydian ample time to poor a sickly smelling sap into her book bag. He had been carrying it around of hopes of seeing her.
He expected to give her a hard time for a week or so, then move on. Just enough to upset the girl. Rhydian however did not expect retaliation. Perhaps he should have, looking back on the event over the summer, but he had assumed the gun had been Hads’ idea, she could be a wicked little thing Rhydian had observed. But you know what they say about hindsight; it’s always twenty-twenty. Maggie came back at Rhydian was a vengeance, pouring the same sap in his trunk and on his bed, he had no idea how she got in his dorm. From their things escalated to name calling, to school work sabotaging, and it was now to the point they were hexing each other in the corridors much the frustration of their Professors. They could hardly stand each other, Maggie and Rhydian to the point their anger was on sight. Peers knew to stay out of their way if they noticed the pair glaring at each other and drawing their wands.
It landed them in detention more than once, but the Professors were loosing their patience. It wasn’t very fair either that they favored Maggie over Rhydian, especially the Arithmancy Professor who was particularly defensive of the annoying witch. But Rhydian couldn’t let it go even though he had received angry letters and phone calls from his parents by now about how often he was getting in trouble. Even Addie had written inquiring what it was that was upsetting her brother so much. He didn’t write back. Rhydian had always been a difficult and was in and out of trouble most of his school career but no one thought this fixation he had on ruining Maggie Stonefyre’s day was healthy.
Eventually the Professors decided if the two couldn’t resolve their differences on their own, they would force them to do so. And so as a pair, the two were sent into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to tend to the Unicorns. Rhydian doubted it would go well, the whole thing was ludicrous. How was he, a boy, supposed to even see the unicorns?! How had Hagrid been feeding them to begin with?! It didn’t make any sense.
“Yer Grandfather Ron-”
“Bill. My grandfather is Bill. Ron’s my great uncle.” Rhydian had reminded the half giant gently. He was getting very old, Hagrid, forgetful. He had enough wit however to recognize a Weasley when he saw one. His father having been close with Harry and Ron’s respective children, Auntie Rose and Uncle Shithead, had known the half giant well in their time at Hogwarts. And he was kind, Rhydian noted, in a way that was quite rare.
The two spoke about family and Great Uncle Harry’s heroism until they were joined under the stars at the edge on the Forrest by Maggie. Hagrid gave a small lantern to each of them a bid them to follow after him into the woods.
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Putting this here just in case: Celebrity Klaroline, they are co-stars on a super popular show and have been secretly dating for years. They decide to reveal to the public that they are engaged via an Instagram-live during quarantine.
Thank you, luv, this one is so much fun and reminds me of Bob and Eliza my Bellarke babies : ) So, they are my inspiration. I hope you like it, it got a bit longer than I’d envisaged.
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
“So, let me get this straight,” she began. “You’re going to announce your engagement via Instagram Live?”
“Didn’t we just say that?”
“I was repeating myself to emphasise my point not because I didn’t hear you,” Rebekah growled, looking between them. Even via Skype she still had that scary ‘don’t mess with me’ demeanour. “Last time I checked I was your publicist and it’s my job to tell you when you are doing something stupid, today is case in point.”
“And while we appreciate the, uh, services you provide, little sister,” Klaus mumbled. “It really is up to us how we let people know about the engagement.”
“You’ve been secretly dating for years, not one paparazzi shot, not one late-night TMZ ambush, not one Perez Hilton catty headline, not one on-set insider account, not one secret, comic con moment, not…”
“We get the picture, Rebekah,” Caroline interrupted. “We’re stealth as Kol would say.”
“Did he put you up to this? Because on further reflection it seems like one of his immature, ill-conceived ideas.”
“I’ll tell him you send your love, Rebekah,” Klaus teased thinking about his little brother and manager.
Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes were co-stars of the most popular sci-fi drama on television. Their characters were engaged in an on-again-off-again romance but what the public didn’t know was their favourite on-screen couple were off-screen as well.
Not that it had started out that way, in fact it was more adversarial
2 years earlier…
“You did not just kick me there!” He growled, rolling around on the floor in pain. The director had just called ‘cut’ and the series leads were fighting, yet again.
The tension between them had been present from the first audition and the producers thought it was exactly what they needed in their two leads Cole Hamilton and Riley James.
As predicted, there was fireworks on-screen but off-screen was another story. The tension bubbling below the surface was threatening to boil over. The cast and crew were taking bets on when they were going to finally relieve the tension.
“Like I meant to,” Caroline replied, the slight smile tugging at the end of her lips was telling him otherwise.
“Maybe we should get you a stunt person if you’re going to be such a danger on-set, love?” He insisted, eventually standing up fully recovered.
“Maybe we should get you one of those protective cups for your privates, you know just in case the stunt person accidentally does the same?”
Their mouths were now within inches of each other, their intense gaze showing no signs of faltering.
As it turned out the tension did boil over in her trailer later that day. Bets were won and the couple found ways to relieve the tension, first as a physical arrangement but then they went and fell in love.
“Keeping our relationship out of the public eye has been amazing because we’ve been able to do things at our pace without any intrusion from the media, but it has also been the most difficult experience,” Caroline explained. “There’s only so many years of Uber Eats and Netflix I can handle.”
“Don’t forget the chill part, love,” Klaus murmured in her ear.
“Way to put me off my breakfast! Even I can hear you, Niklaus,” the familiar sound of his brother-in-law came over the speaker.
“Well Lorenzo, maybe you two should go and do that and we can….”
“Why can’t you just put up a cute picture and caption it with a ring emoji? I know it has all been done before but…”
“Everyone is doing Instagram Live, especially during the pandemic.”
“So if they all jumped off a bridge would you do that too, Niklaus? Also, don’t forget I have your Instagram password, Nik.”
“Unbelievable! How did you…” he trailed off before Caroline intervened.
“You don’t know mine. Look, Rebekah, we appreciate your concern but it’s time to go public. And what better time than during a world crisis? If you ask me people need some good news, now more than ever.”
“Fine, I don’t agree but if you’re going to do this you realise there’s no way to control things once you start? People will be going crazy, more so since they’ve been cooped up in isolation and had no idea you were dating let alone engaged.”
Two hours later
“We ready to do this?” She smiled, placing her hand on his. Yes, it was a completely unusual way to announce their engagement, let alone their secret relationship.
“As much as I’ve loved having this time to get to know you,” he murmured. “I’m excited for this next stage in our lives.”
“I know, it will be nice not to have to sneak around anymore,” she shared. “Although, I’m not looking forward to the hate I’ll get from all your female fans upset you’re off the market.”
“You’re worried about my fans, yours are absolutely rabid, love.”
“Well, at least we have the Ciley fandom,” he chuckled. “What do you think they’ll call our real-life ship?”
“The fact you’re asking that means you have been cooped up in quarantine too long,” she teased.
5 minutes later
Before they’d even started to speak the love hearts were flowing in a bright array of colour and the comments began and not just a couple, thousands within the first couple of minutes.
Turns out their fans didn’t need any words to work out what was happening given their steady stream of comments.
“Some of you might be wondering…oh looks like many of you have come to that conclusion already given the comment from @mark91,” Klaus began, “And yes, agreed, I’m a lucky dog.”
“What he’s trying to say is that…oh @jazzy39 glad you like my sweater. But…”
“I’m sorry @rayna001 but yes I’m taken,” Klaus read, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “Funny you should mention that actually..”
“We wanted to announce that oh @arabella5700 looks like we don’t need to do that anymore.”
They looked at each other briefly before realising their news wasn’t really theirs anymore.
“Yes, we’re engaged,” Caroline murmured feebly, holding up her left hand which keen-eyed fans had already spotted within the first 30 seconds.
“And what better way to announce it than with out fans,” Klaus smiled. “Now, if only we had our own ship name…”
“Looks like @hermione1992 has already offered an option,” Caroline interrupted. “Klaroline, mmm interesting. What do you all think of that?”
After they’d fumbled through quite a few more questions, including what her dress was going to look like and if her co-stars Katherine Pierce and Bonnie Bennett would be bridesmaids, they finished the live stream.
“OMG,” Caroline moaned, flopping onto the couch next to him. “I’m exhausted.”
“It’s like the banks of the dam have given way and…”
“All those questions, it’s like two years worth of them all stored up,” Caroline murmured. “Your sexual prowess was one of my personal favourites.”
“Which you didn’t answer,” he pouted. “People out there are going to think I’m bad.”
“Yeah, because I was going to go into that on an Instagram Live,” she muttered. “I’m sure the parents of our younger fans would love that.”
“And after all that we didn’t get to make our own announcement,” he complained. “They are an observant bunch.”
“Well, give we’re all supposed to be in lock-down I imagine us being in the same place was a dead giveaway. We are now officially hashtag klaroline though,” she giggled. “It kind of has a nice ring to it.”
His phone beeped signalling a new message, Klaus didn’t have to be a genius to realise exactly who it would be. He picked it up lazily and consulted the screen.
“So, how did that go for you?”
“She’s never going to let us live that one down,” Klaus groaned.
#ask#thank you#bitchyandopinionatedteen#klaroline drabbles#misssophiachase#do you want to know a secret#my writing
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Destiel Fic Rec List Part 3
Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.
This part of the list contains: 37 fics.
Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].
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Teenage Dirtbag by littleartemis
E | 7k | Canon!verse, Hot, sub!dean, dom!cas
Dean gets magically deaged so he's physically young again. Problem is he's a 'twink' once more and he can't hunt like this. Frustrated he takes it out on Cas who's getting to the end of his patience and decides a spanking is in order. He just didn't figure in that Dean might enjoy it.
The Perks of Playing Quidditch by noangelsinthegarrison
G | 1k | Fluff, Wizarding World AU
“So,” Dean coughs, drawing Cas’s attention back to his eyes, “Any chance this taught you not to fly when you’re sick? Cas chuckles low in his throat and thinks that if Dean Winchester catching him mid-air, strong arms holding him against a solid, warm chest, was his reward, he hasn’t learnt any such thing. He pushes the thought down before he can say it out loud and instead raises an eyebrow. “Dean, you played through a broken leg last year.
AGGHHHHHHHHHH SO CUTE
Adiago by noangelsinthegarrison
G | 6k | Fluff, Dancer AU
“His name’s Dean," Cas sighs, "And he’s really stupidly attractive, and when he dances, he feels it, you know? And it makes me feel like I know him, even though I don’t. He makes me feel like… like he’s dancing just for me. Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Wow you’re overdramatic when you’re horny.
This fic is super adorable. Lovely and full of pining, which happens to be my fave.
Good Clean Wholesome All-American Kink by Amelia_clark
E | 2k Hot, Canon!verse
Dean's stronger than Cas now, and Cas kind of hates that. So Dean finds a way around it--he just needs to be tied up.
ImmMmMMmm HOT
Roots and Wings by Elensulev
E | 51k [WIP] | BDSM AU, soulmate AU, sub!dean, dom!cas
In an alternate universe where you learn your soulmate sometime around puberty, Dean Winchester is shocked not just that he is a sub, but that a man's name appeared on his wrist. John Winchester doesn't suffer subs gladly, and Dean takes the brunt of his father's misogynistic attitude. Can the mysterious Castiel convince him he is worthwhile? AU where Sam and Dean are raised apart, Cas is human, and John is a hunter raised by a disgruntled Man of Letters.
A fusion of the soulmate's-name-on-the-wrist and the dom/sub verses. Though the John parts are painful to read (this fic is NOT for John-lovers), the over all effect is worth it, and gentle-dom!Cas is my absolute favorite. Edit from 2020: Holy SHIT this fic is long now.
Highwaymen. by orange_crushedv
M | 66k | Harry Potter AU
Dean closes his eyes. He is under a blanket in his memories, fabric pulled up under his chin and his face pressed near to hers on the pillow. His father is asleep, snoring slightly, hands loose and expression happy, curled around her on the other side. She's speaking in whispers. He knows that she was already pregnant then, that Sam was on his way into their lives, even though he'd had no idea what exactly that meant at the time. He can almost see her face still, warm and orange in the light of her lumos circling their heads like a firefly, but every now and then she blurs in his vision, like a lost thread of consciousness, something half-remembered. Bit by bit, he's losing her.
The Wizarding World AU I never knew I wanted!
Understanding your body in ten easy steps by almaasi
E | 12k | Canon!verse, Masturbation
All Dean has to do is track down a decent porno for Cas to watch, help him find his sensitive spots, then hang back and let him do his thing. Easy-peasy. No homo. ...Absolutely no homo at all.
Casturbation. Fuck yes.
Blackboard by lemonoclefox
E | 76k | College AU, BDSM elements, sub!dean, dom!cas
Castiel Novak is a college English teacher, in a rather inappropriate relationship with Dean Winchester, who happens to be one of his students. But although their arrangement is one that works perfectly for the both of them, Castiel is starting to worry that maybe keeping it impersonal will be harder than he thought.
Perfect. The story is actually 8 chapters long, but the other 8 chapters are told from Dean's point of view.
On Air by wincechesters
E | 21k | Fluff, Radio Host AU
Cas and Dean are radio DJs who host the second most popular morning show in Lawrence. They’ve been co-hosts for years at different stations across the country, and they own a house together out of necessity, even though they’re just friends. But for some reason, a lot of their listeners and even some of their friends and family seem to think that they’re secretly in some kind of relationship, which they’re totally not (besides that one time that totally doesn’t count). In spite of that, Dean thinks he’s got everything figured out, until an ill-fated on air game of Truth or Dare turns everything upside down (and the billboards around town aren’t helping either).
FLUFFY CUTENESS AWW
Courage of Stars by mcpadalacklesv
T | 3k | College AU,
Dean's brain is stuck on 'he's leaving me he's leaving me' and he thinks about saying don't go or I'll come with you, but what comes out of his mouth is, "I don't think you get loose-leaf tea on the moon.Wherein Dean (who owns a bookstore) and Cas (an astrophysicist grad student) have been best friends since they were kids, NASA nearly screws things up, and tea is mentioned far too often.
THIS IS ADORABLE JFC. I loved the part about tea strainers omg
How to Improve a dull day by arigatou_sunshine
E | 7k | Soulmates AU, ABO, omega!dean, alpha!cas
Dean's about to pick up something not on his grocery list.At 28, Dean meets his alpha while shopping for groceries.
I just... Um. Yes. I have a sweet spot for the true mates trope and this is a very sweet example of that :)
Ignite by angelofthemoorv
E | 86k | Vampire AU
While investigating a lead regarding a serial killer, Dean Winchester suffers a beating. When he wakes up, he discovers a stranger named Castiel has been caring for him. But Castiel has a secret--he is a vampire. He is not like other vampires, however. His mission is to protect humankind, and he has been pursuing the serial killer, too. Will the friendship between Dean and Castiel endure the trials ahead? Will their mutual attraction develop into something more?
Feels 'Verse by Gemmiel
E | 18k | Fluff, Alt!canon
Castiel discovers that being human is very different from being an angel, physically speaking, and Dean helps him explore the differences. AU for season 9 in which Cas goes straight to the bunker and Sam heals spontaneously from the trials.
Wow this verse is so lovely and fluffy that I just want to cuddle it. Basically how Season 9 should have gone.
Thunder & Angels by pm_lo
E | 51k
Castiel’s family owns the shoddily-regulated coal mine where John Winchester works, so Dean storms Cas’s mansion, demanding answers from the drugged-out trust-fund kid. In exchange for his help repairing the mine, Cas demands Dean live with him for three months and give Cas a shot at seducing him by allowing him one kiss a day.
AHHHH!!! This was PERFECT. Love the characterizations, plot, fluff and angst amaze. read the thingggg
Cockiness by robomanticv
E | 7k | Hot, AU Panty!kink
Dean didn’t usually come to this kind of place, but Sam had given him the puppy dog eyes and argued and pleaded and even bribed him with pie. He was seeing some new girl who apparently very into the alternative burlesque scene and she had invited them to come see a show on her night off. Aka: The one where Dean sees his first burlesque show, learns that male burlesque performers are a thing, and tries a lot of new (sexual) things. Also my Castiel underwear kink makes an appearance because I'm weakkkk
Bunker 41 by CaptainMercy42
T | 25k | Fluff, Scientist AU
Dr. Castiel Novak is giving Lieutenant Dean Winchester a simple tour of BUNKER41 when an explosion traps them both inside. They'll get out eventually. Some days that thought is very comforting, and other days it makes Cas a little sad (DENIAL: a lot sad).
CUDDLING.
Pulled From The Wreckage by DarkmoonSigel
M | 30k | Alt!canon, wing!kink
Angel and shameless wingfic. Dean notices that he is changing into something but is it something that he can accept? Mature for a reason for later chapters so bear with me here.
The Auction by TamrynEradani
E | 8k
Dean's a firefighter and Cas is a police officer, and they both end up at the bar, miserable after their auction dates. Lucky for them, the night is still young.
I just um... Hnng. Firefighter!Dean and Cop!Cas.
Welcome to the Dork Side by TamrynEradani
T | 15k
Dean's handing out pie when he has an odd encounter with Castiel Novak.
Super cute! :)
Both Sides Now by TamrynEradani
T | 21k |Alt!canon, genderswap!dean
Dean solves a hunt and realizes he's in love. He does most of this while cursed into a female body which means he's also dealing with being a woman, and it's more complicated than he had realized.
Shut Your Mouth by runoutofwit
E | 2k | Hot, Dom!Cas
Dean’s not sure how they ended up this way, but he doesn’t care. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect Castiel, Angel of the Lord, to be the equivalent of a hormone-ravaged teenager, and he sure as hell didn’t expect him to be an asshole about it.
Hella dom!cas with bossy!bottom dean mmm.
What I need by xaandria
E | 46k | Medical AU
A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.
Surgical AU! Very terminology heavy, so I didn't understand some parts. But very good regardless.
Starborn by riseofthefallenone
G | 12k
Dean’s obsession with the stars starts all thanks to Sam. He just didn't know where that would take him in life. Or who - or what - he would meet.
This is LOVELY.
Love Out of Chaos by mar_map
E | 30k
Sam needs homework help, Dean likes to cuddle (although he won't admit it), John gets shot, Gabriel teaches Castiel to loosen up, and Balthazar likes to flirt. That's not what's important though. What is important, is that Castiel and Dean were always meant to be (even if the two of them have trouble seeing it at first), and though Castiel lost his family, another one just might have sneaked up on him while he wasn't looking.
You Deserve This by ticklethetoastl
E | 2k | Fluff, PWP Canon!verse
Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.
Praise!kink is my ultimate weakness.
S'only you. by louise97
T | 3k
Dean wasn't sure about what exactly had led them there—the cuddle accident, morning wood issues or the growing tension between them for the past few days—but yet there they were, and he had no fucking idea what to do (at first).
*keyboard smash* soOOoOoO CUTE
Freckles by 2spooky4u
E | 7k | Fluff
"I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper. ”And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered. "No," Cas lies petulantly. "Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny. They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him.
((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))
Simple and adorable. Pining!cas and Discovering his bisexuality!Dean. Addresses Dean's self worth issues :D️
Appoggiatura by ceeainthereforthat
E | 121k | College au
Castiel leaves the religious commune of Heaven Farms to study classical piano after winning a full scholarship paid for by the Deanna Campbell Memorial Foundation, and answers an ad in the campus newspaper: 1 bedroom to let. Meals provided. 50mb wifi, quiet odd music student preferred.
Super interesting world building. Love the imagery and writing style.
Good Books, Bad Movies by Amelia_Clark
E | 17k | Fluff, Hot, Bookstore AU
Castiel Novak is an award-winning, heavily tattooed writer of dark fantasy (think China Mieville). Dean Winchester runs a quirky book/video store called Good Books, Bad Movies. There's a reading, some lit-nerd flirting, and eventually smut amongst the shelves.
First of all, this is adorable. Second of all it's smoking hot.
Alone Together by ScarletPhoenix
E | 26k | Dean/Cas/BennyA/b/o AU
Dean Winchester has never expected to be happy. As an omega, his only hope is that he’ll end up with an alpha that’ll think of him as a human being and take him away from his abusive father. Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to be happy. As a beta, he’s forced by his parents to hide who he is under fake bravado and forced hormone therapy. The one thing that keeps him going is his love for his best friend, Dean. Benny Lafitte has given up on happiness. As an alpha, he should be mated with little ones running around under feet, but that isn’t how life played out. Instead he focuses on running his restaurant and ignoring his empty house. When these three meet, will they finally find the happiness they deserve?
Come Clean by snuggycas
E | 3k | Hot, A/B/O AU, PWP, Omega!dean, Alpha!cas
When Sam makes Dean help for the Universities annual car wash fundraiser, he meets Castiel Milton, a business intern who is finishing his masters degree. When they go on a date and Dean's heat suppressants fail, they make a discovery that will change their lives forever. This is all porn to be honest.
Hot and Cute <3 Also this hit all my kinks haha.
grip them tight and raise them from pernicion by flux
E | 20k | Fluff, Much ado about nothing au, highschool au
Dean and Cas have been at each other's throats for years, but Anna and Sam are determined to change that for the better. With a well-placed love letter and some careful direction, they manage to get the two into a semi-antagonistic, fiercely competitive, and emotionally confusing game of relationship chicken. Now they just need to get to prom.
Fucking adorable and hilarious. I love much ado about nothing so much, and this was a wonderful rendition!
The face of heaven. by orange_crushed
T | 9k | Fluff, AU
"This is the best day of my life," Castiel tells him, when he comes back. "You’ve been so kind to me." His cheeks are glowing a little from the cold, or maybe just because he’s an otherworldly being full of light. Dean doesn’t know. "If I burn another million years, I won’t forget it. "Oh," says Dean. "Good." (In which Castiel is a fallen star.)
PERFECT! Oh my heart!
Hold Me Close by twisting_vine_x
E | 7k | Star trek AU
Pon farr Destiel AU. In which Castiel is a half-Vulcan scientist, Dean is an engineer, and they’re best friends who are stationed aboard the USS Enterprise for her first five-year voyage. An away mission going wrong. Getting stranded together on some deserted planet. Just another day in the lives of a couple of Starfleet officers, but when the Vulcan side of Cas suddenly makes itself know, he and Dean are put in a position that has the potential to either make or break them.
Ghost Dance by omphalos
E | 51k | Angst, Alt!Canon
In post-apocalyptic isolation, Castiel nurses Dean back to something like his former self, but will a time come when Dean's recovered --and rediscovered-- too much?
Very angsty, very sad. This wrecked me with perfection. Be sure to read the tags.
Meringue by SurlyCat
E | 23k | Dean/Cas/Jimmy, Hot, College AU
Dean and Cas have been together for about six months, when Cas starts to get antsy about their sex life. The sex has been good and all, but what Dean doesn't know is that his shy, sweet little boyfriend has been holding back. One confusing spur of the moment date with his boyfriend's twin later, and Dean finds out that Cas may not be as innocent as he thought.
*fans self* well basically this is really hot and you should read it. if you're into d/c/j of course.
A Room Of One's Own by NorthernSparrow
E | 94k | Hot, alt!canon
All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.
Omfg. This was hilarious, wonderful, and hot. A+. Basically crack, but with emotional moments and hot porn. so, yep.
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30 Days of Lukanette- Melody
"Hey, Papa," Marinette said into the phone as she packed up the last of the macrons into a box. Today was the 20th wedding anniversary of Chloe's parents and her parents were catering the event. If all went well, it would put the bakery into a new level of popularity, meaning her parents could follow their passion more then they already were. "Yes, Dad. I do know where the Grand Paris Hotel is,"
"That's great, sweetie," Her father replied. "We're on the third floor. Once you get there, take the elvator up and come in. Be careful and please don't be late. We're relying on you,"
"Me? Late? I'm never late," She replied, feeling slightly offended by her father's words.
"Remember when Ms Chamack came for her cake or the time when-"
"I get the idea, Dad," She groaned. "But this time I won't be late. Promise,"
Before he could say anything else, she hung up and picked up the boxes. Almost instantly, she tripped up but she managed to stop herself and carefully exited the shop. Only to jump out of her skin again as Luka literally cycled up to the shop. The boxes went flying and she was sure they would go everywhere but Luka caught them all to her surprise. He handed them back to her as she walked over, surprised by his visit.
"Luka," She smiled, taking them off him. "What are you doing here?"
"I've been thinking of you actually and I'm pretty sure I've found your melody at last," He smiled. "The tune that matches you completely. Wanna hear it?"
"Yes," She smiled. He grabbed his guitar from the bike's basket and began to play. Marinette listened closely and felt her cheeks burn as a blush rushed over her face as she watched him. He concrated as he played before a little smile broke onto his face as he stopped before he looked at her.
"What do you think?" He asked, giving her that kind look.
"Wow..." She gasped, looking impressed. "It's... it's incredible!"
"Mmm," He frowned a little before smiling a little. "It's still not quite right. I can do better. I'm gonna work on it some more,"
She giggled softly as he pointed at her but then her phone buzzed, breaking the sweet moment between them. She picked it up with her free hand and saw it was her dad calling again. Pressing answer, she held it to her ear.
"Hey, have you left the bakery yet?"
"Yeah, Dad. I'm on my way," She hung up and looked sadly at him. She didn't want to leave yet. "Sorry, I gotta go,"
"Need a lift?" He smiled, offering her a helmet before flicking down the rod that caused his bike to stand upright. He carefully took the boxes from her hands and fixed them onto top of his delivery box as she put on the helmet. She hopped onto the seat before he got back onto the bike. "Where to, my melody?"
"The Grand Paris hotel," She replied, blushing at the nickname. Flicking the rod back up, he began cycling off with her holding onto his waist. He smiled to himself as he heard her humming the song he just played her as they moved past the citizens but soon the bike ride was over as he stopped in front of the hotel. She jumped off and took off the helmet before handing it back to him. "Thanks, Luka,"
"Anytime, Mari," He smiled as she freed the boxes, picking them up and walking over to him. She smiled shyly before lightly kissing his cheek. He honestly didn't expect her to do that so for a second, he was shocked and in disbelief but as she began to walk into the hotel, he put the helmet back into the basket and turned his bike around. "I'll find the perfect tune for your song,"
Marinette smiled softly to herself before she headed into the building and walked over to the lift. She was happy to see Luka focused on something, other then his depression. Their little outing seemed to have had a lingering effect on him, which she was happy about. The spring in his step had returned and when they weren't messaging each other, he was either working on her song, writing new songs for Kitty Section or trying to get Juleka together with Rose. She stepped inside the elvator as she hummed softly before pressing the third floor button. The ride to it was smooth and she walked out of the lift with a little more confidence but it seemed like she was the only one. As usual, Chloe's parents were arguing and surrounded by snobs but she ignored that and started to look around for where her parents had set up.
"Over here!" Her dad waved, getting her attention. She smiled and began to head over but then she saw Adrien and Kagami sat together. All the confidence she had washed away and misplaced her footing.
"Ahh," She gasped, falling over and dropping the boxes. To her surprise, both Adrien and Kagami rushed over and helped her up before picking up a couple of the boxes. "Thanks guys but I don't want you to miss the ceremony just because of me,"
"Are you kidding?" Adrien replied in a hushed tone. "We can't wait to get away,"
"It's a good thing that you're as clumsy as they are boring," Kagami smiled as they walked over and placed the boxes on the table. She smiled at her mum before she turned to thank them both.
"Oh Marinette, could you get rid of the empty trays please?" Her mum asked.
"Sure," She smiled, going to grab some.
"Can we help you?" Adrien suddenly asked, shocking her. She looked at him uncertain as he held his hands together in a begging pose. "Please,"
"Oh... alright," She smiled, giving him a soft look.
"Oh and before you head back home," Her father stated as he moved about. "Can you get some drink umbrellas? They're in the kitchen,"
"Sure, Papa," She smiled.
"Thanks," He grinned before he grabbed a tray and headed over to the celebrities. Marinette picked some of the trays as Adrien and Kagami grabbed some before walking towards the kitchen. Before she could reach the door, she saw Lila coming over. She tried to ignore but suddenly, she was on the floor again and Lila was smirking before she did her sickly sweet smile. Kagami and Adrien both rushed over to help her.
"Oh dear Marinette. You're so clumsy!" She gasped as Marinette got back up, picking up the trays as she muttered a thanks to her friends.
"You tripped me up!" She gasped but Lila instantly put on the fake tears.
"Me? I was just trying to help you up," She gasped, causing a few people to frown. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"There, there, Lila," The musician XY patted her back as she pretended to cry but Marinette didn't miss the wicked little smirk on her face. However, before she could do anything else, her father marched over with an angry face.
"Miss Rossi, unless you wish for me to contact your mother in regards to your constant bullying of my daughter, I suggest you stay away from her!" He growled, pointing his finger towards her. Lila's face fell but she caught herself.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr Dupan-Cheng... I have this illness that makes me lie!" She fake-cried again. Adrien gently took Marinette's arm and led her away from the scene as Kagami followed.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine," She smiled but she knew it was a lie. Luckily, neither of them noticed. They began to play around as Marinette found the umbrellas. She looked over and realized she had never seen Adrien have so much fun as he was now. She realized it was because he was with Kagami and it hurt her a little. However, it was short lived as the doors burst open, revealing his bodyguard. Marinette smiled softly as he looked around. "Are you looking for something?"
He frowned but left, letting her breathe out. Adrien and Kagami popped their heads out from behind the counter and grinned.
"Thanks, Marinette," Adrien smiled as she picked the umbrellas.
"Right. I have to get going. I need to give these umbrellas-"
"No wait," He gasped, shocking her again.
"Please... escape with us," Kagami smiled, giving her another shock. She looked at the umbrellas before smiling.
"I'll tell you what. I'll drop these off and meet you outside in five," She grinned. "There's a fire exit that way. I'll meet you there,"
She pointed over to the door.
"Great idea!" Adrien grinned before grabbing Kagami's hand and running towards it. Marinette took a deep breathe and headed outside to drop off the umbrellas. Once that was done, she headed out the staircase and towards the fire exit, where Kagami and Adrien were waiting. Unfortunately, Adrien's bodyguard had followed. The three of them saw him and bolted it upstairs. They were a lot faster then him and made it out onto the roof before he did. Looking around, Adrien noticed the ballpit and made a dive for it, grabbing both Marinette's and Kagami's hands. They kept themselves low as the gorilla looked around but he soon gave up and headed back in the lift. They stood up in the ball pit, grinning.
"Been disobedient is really entertaining," Kagami smiled. "I've never had so much fun in my life,"
"Are you kidding?" Marinette asked.
"No why?" She replied but Marinette cheekily threw a ball at her, surprising her a little.
"No reason," She laughed softly.
"You should see your face, Kag-" Adrien laughed but then a ball landed in his face. Marinette and Kagami laughed as he threw one back. She ducked and threw two more. Before they knew it, the three of them were having a ball fight and laugh like this was the only moment in the world. Kagami grinned wickedly and dove under the balls before pulling Marinette under for a few seconds. She resurfaced laughing, followed by Marinette. To their surprise, her hair was loose and she looked beautiful. Adrien looked over at her with soft eyes.
"Wow... it's the first time I've seen you with your hair down," He smiled softly as she laughed but the comment made her insure and she quickly tried to look for her hairbands. The only other person see her with her hair down was Luka and he had made her blush by calling her beautiful.
"You should see you face, Marinette," Kagami laughed before helping her look for her hair bands as Adrien exited the pool and head over to the piano. Kagami handed one of them over to her before exiting as well and leaning the instrument as Adrien began to play a beautiful melody. Marinette listened to it as she searched for the other band, smiling to herself as she found it. She exited the pool and began to tie it up as Kagami looked over at her with a kind expression. "Your hair looks beautiful,"
The way she said was so unlike the Kagami Marinette knew but she had the feeling that this is what she was really like under the cold exitor.
"She's right," Adrien agreed, causing her to blush a little but before she could say a thing, the elevator pinged. The three of them hid under the piano as the gorilla exited, clearly still looking for Adrien and Kagami. Marinette looked around, using her second sight to come up with a plan. She used her band to send a cupcake in the oppersite direction, which caused the gorilla to rush over there. With him distracted, the three of them made a run to the lift and took it down to the reception. Adrien grabbed both of their hands and headed outside, running towards freedom but they all failed to notice the Akuma that fluttered inside the hotel. The three of them kept running til they finally came to a bench near the Seine. The three of them sat down and took a second to gather their breathes back. "I think we're far away enough now,"
"Won't you get in trouble with your parents?" Marinette asked, slightly amused but mostly concerned.
"It's not everyday we can escape from everything they expect of us," Adrien replied, causing Kagami to laugh softly and pressed her head against his as he smiled. Marinette smiled but it was a little pained and she could help but think that she was getting a taste of her own medience. Is this how Luka felt every time she mentioned Adrien? She frowned to herself as her thoughts turned to him and slowly that song he played came back into her head.
"What should we do now?" Kagami asked, just as Andre the ice cream man started to sing. Adrien gasped as an idea popped into his head.
"Hey! Let's get ice cream from Andre!" He declared in an excited manner before getting up and running over to him. Marinette got up to follow before turning to Kagami.
"Andre is a sweet hearts ice cream maker," She explained, looking back over at him. "The Legend says that whoever shares his ice cream together will be in love forever,"
Again, that song came into her head as she remembered she had shared one of Andre's ice cream with Luka as part of her cheer up Luka mission. She smiled a little before looking at Kagami as she stood up.
"I don't believe in those kind of myths but I do believe in ice cream," She grinned, cheekily before grabbing Marinette's hand and running over to the ice cream stood. Andre looked at the three of them.
"Hmmm which flavors for these two?" He asked himself. "Orange and Peppermint. A perfect pairing that's always a success. Nothing can turn it into a mess,"
The two of them looked at each other smiled before he turned his attention to Adrien and Marinette.
"And for you two. Blackberry and peppermint. An explosive mix. That's a fact but oftentimes, it's the oppersites that attract," He grinned, causing Marinette to blush a little before he looked to Kagami and Marinette. "Orange and a Blackberry. Quite unusual it's true. Not the most obvious but it works for you two... so what will it be?"
"You pick," Kagami instantly suggested. "I don't really get what he's saying,"
"Yeah, you pick, Marinette," Adrien smiled, causing her to fluster. "We trust you,"
"C-can't you find a blend for the three of us?" She asked.
"I can but too many flavors mixed together can throw off the delicate balance," Andre replied, which was basically his way of saying no. Marinette frowned to herself as they all looked at her.
"I don't know!" She gasped, thinking way too much into this. "Blackberry and peppermint don't seem like a great pair and what if the mint finds the berry lame and wants to be with the orange instead and it's true that orange and peppermint are awesome together and well, orange and blackberry just doesn't seem like they go together,"
She looked up and noticed Kagami had moved a little closer to Adrien and suddenly, things seemed very clear to her. The Orange and the Peppermint were meant to be while the blackberry was suppose to be alone. She walked up to Andre and looked at him.
"Look... I think your first idea was the best," She stated in a calm voice. It was time to let go and move on. "The orange and peppermint ice cream..."
She looked back at them with a soft look.
"For my friends here," She replied as Andre looked at her.
"Are you sure, Marinette?" He asked. She nodded and began to walk away as he shrugged and made it. She stopped next to Kagami.
"I'm gonna go back to the palace. I should really help my mama and papa," She stated, feeling hurt but by her own hand.
"We'll go with you," Kagami stated but Marinette shook her head.
"No, no... don't bother," She smiled weakly. "Enjoy your ice cream. Seriously,"
With that, she rushed off and began to head towards the palace. She felt hurt but she knew it was for the best. She just had to lick her wounds and find herself again. She would be ok, even if it didn't feel that way right now. She had to be. For everyone's sake. She couldn't afford to feel hurt, angry or even upset. Not with Hawkmoth and his akumas waiting for bad emotions. She looked down as she turned a corner.
"Stop in the name of- ahhh!" Roger shouted as he was suddenly turned into a giant heart that two headed creature suddenly ate. MArientte stared in horror as another person turned into a heart and got eaten as well.
"This love for the city is so delectable," One of the faces shouted before it spun around so the other face could talk. "And these lovebirds. What a treat!"
"Now that's no way to treat the citizens of Paris," The familiar voice of Viperion stated. "You're suppose to take them out to dinner not have them as dinner!"
With him distracting them, Marinette ran into an alley and transformed into Ladybug before she jumped up on the roof and joined Viperion.
"I can't wait! You both love everyone! You'll be a first rate dinner!" It shouted as the two of them dodged it's eyes.
"Any ideas on who it is?" She asked as they landed on a roof.
"Mr and Mrs Bourgeois but this time working as one... thing... calling itself Loveater," Viperion replied. "Seems like they can devour love,"
"Not good," She replied, thinking off Adrien and Kagami. "Any signs of Cat Noir and Ryuko?"
"Nothing yet," He replied as they back-flipped out of the way. "But I'm concerned. Hawkmoth hasn't akumatized anyone in two weeks. Why do it now?"
"A good point," She replied as they dodged the rays from Loveater. "Down there!"
"Good thinking," He replied as they dived into the subway. Loveater tried to get in but it's heads were literally too big. Ladybug let a sigh. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," She smiled weakly before taking out her yoyo. "Lucky charm!"
A coin appeared out of thin air and she caught it. She turned it around before frowning.
"A Merry-go-round token," She mumbled before it clicked. "Viperion... I need you to keep that thing busy,"
"Sure thing, Bug but what are you going to do?" He asked.
"Get us some help," She grinned before she exits. Viperion jumped out as Loveater was about to eat someone else.
"Hey! Big head! You hungry for Love huh?!" He shouted, getting it's attention. "Well, come and feast! I got lots of love!!"
"The boy is in love! With a girl!" The first face shouted before it turned to the other head. "And he loves his family, his friends and his music! He will be a delicious meal!"
Viperion grinned as they moved towards him. However, in the corner of his eyes he noticed a blue figure heading in the direction Ladybug had gone. Before he could do anything though, he was striked down with a blow, causing him to roll and land on his knees. His eyes widen in fear as Hawkmoth literally stood in front of him.
"Loveater. Go find some other meal. The snake is mine," He ordered, causing them to flight off. "You've been quite the thorn in my side, Viperion, since you turned up,"
"Second Chance," He replied, pushing the bracelet aside. Hawkmoth smirked.
"That isn't going to help you," He stated, charging at him. Luka gave it his best shot but Hawkmoth was more experienced then him. Before Luka could even push the head back, he was pinned down and Hawkmoth was reaching for his miraclous. "Not quite the cat's or the bug's but as consolation prizes go, the power of second chance will help quite nicely with my cause,"
"Cataclysm!" The familiar voice of Cat Noir shouted before he flew towards Hawk Moth. The Villain dived out of the way as Viperion was swept up in wind, getting him to safety. The wind reformed into Ryuko as they landed on a roof but Hawkmoth had disappeared. Viperion frowned and began to run off. "Viperion!"
"Keep Loveater busy! I have to find Ladybug!" He shouted, swinging off and heading to the Merry go round but before he could get any farther, Ladybug landed next to him with a hero he hadn't seen in action before. He rushed over. "Ladybug! I thoug-"
"I got the back up we need. Oh, it's good to see those two have joined the fight," She interrupted. "Viperion, this is Rena Rouge. Rena, meet Viperion. We'll use Rena's abi-"
To her surprise, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and looked at her in a serious way.
"Ladybug, you were followed,"
"Oh. I know by Mayura but I got her off my trail," She smiled, confidence but something didn't feel right in his bones. She must have noticed his worried look. "Viper, it's ok,"
"Something isn't right. Trust me," He stated but before they could do anything else, Loveater suddenly turned back into Mr and Mrs Bourgeois, causing them to fall. Ladybug gasped and jumped down as Cat Noir did the same, saving them. Viperion, Rena and Ryuko landed next to them.
"Ur... was I dreaming or did Loveater just get de-akumatized all by itself?" Cat Noir asked, causing Viperion frown.
"Why would Hawkmoth do that? I'll ask Master Fu," Ladybug mumbled. "Rena, come on,"
With that, the two girls jumped off and Cat Noir shortly departed with Ryuko, leaving Viperion to frown to himself before he headed into an alleyway.
"Sass, scales rest," He muttered, catching the snake and giving it some food. "Something isn't right,"
"Agreed," The snake replied as he found his bike before cycling off towards the merry-go-round. As soon as he got there, he saw Marinette exit. She was looking down so he knew he had to be Luka, not Viperion. He stopped the bike.
"Are you ok, Marinette?" He asked, making her look at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She said in a soft voice. However, as soon as those words leave her mouth, her expression changed and she started to cry, holding her face in her hands. "Actually, no. I'm not fine at all,"
He moved over to her and put an arm around her. She didn't need a leture right now. She needed a friend, just like he had a few days ago.
"I'm so tired, Luka," She cried as he closed his eyes, listening to her. "Of all these responsibilities. Of having to put up a front all the time. Of never been able to be who I truly am,"
He knew exactly what she felt and he felt like this was a long time coming. Marinette was also so strong, both as herself and as Ladybug. She was always putting others first and saving the day. That had to be tiring. She had the weight of the world on her shoulders and she wouldn't be able to let it out for fear of Hawkmoth getting to her but he wasn't going to let that happen.
"It's alright, Marinette," He whispered in a soft voice. "You can tell me everything or nothing if you prefer. You can be yourself with with me,"
He looked at her with soft eyes, causing her to look back.
"Just yourself," He whispered. More tears came out of her eyes as she rested her head against him. He let go of his bike, not caring that it meant his guitar would fall to and wrapped his arms round her as she cried harder.
"I c-can't do this anymore," She cried. "I've messed up so b-badly,"
"It can be fixed," He whispered, kissing her hair.
"Y-You don't understand," She sniffed.
"Then help me to," He replied.
"I l-led Hawkmoth to Master Fu!" She cried, burying her head in his chest. "I've d-doomed us all. I'm an awful person, Luka!"
"That's not true," He replied, rubbing her back.
"I do-don't deserve to be Ladybug," She sniffed, not realizing what she said.
"That's a lie too," He muttered. "You're the best Ladybug and you know it,"
"L-Luka," She sniffed then it hit her. "W-What?!"
He looked at her with loving eyes as she looked at him confused.
"H-How long have you known?"
"Since you saved my mum," He replied. "After all, who else could have been that selfless,"
"B-But I've messed up-"
"You'll fix it," He smiled. "I know you will,"
"Because I'm Ladybug," She frowned but he shook his head.
"No, because you're Marinette Dupan-Cheng, the bravest girl in Paris... with or without the Ladybug miraculous,"
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To be Continued
#luka couffaine#lukanette#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupen chang#adrien x kagami#viperion#ryuko#cat noir#ladybug#rena rogue#hawkmoth#loveater#battle of the miraculous#lukanetteseptember2k19#lukanette is endgame#Pro LukaMari
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Hi mun! You write so well, and I wanted to ask you: what do you think about Marvel (or movies/shows in general) overusing Bathos? Bathos is basically interrupting emotional scenes with humor. Marvel does this a lot. Sometimes it's okay- I love humor, comedy and jokes! But sometimes they do it too often. It feels like ironic detachment (treating everything like a joke) and the audience gets tired. Do you think there's a reason behind overusing Bathos? Are people just afraid of emotions?
{out of equations} Awww, thank you! Honestly, the way emotion is dealt with in Marvel movies, specifically negative emotions and conditions that effects emotions like grief, guilt, and PTSD, is really terrible. Writing characters like Vision and Pietro, who were killed and then never mentioned again, never given a funeral or any recognition, nothing (I mean I guess there’s WandaVision but that’s really not the same thing, but I don’t want to say any potential spoilers for people who aren’t familiar with the comics), it irritates me that only popular characters are given recognition or spoken about after their deaths. And writing characters like Wanda it irritates me that characters are made to seem completely fine after someone dies, save for the initial immediate response. Losing a twin brother she was emotionally co-dependent on due to traumas she had suffered, Wanda should not have been as okay as she was in Civil War. The fact that Pietro was never mentioned again, he was not given a funeral, Wanda never seems to think of him or be affected at all by his death or absence in her life... is just utterly ludicrous to me. So I’m definitely not happy with the omission of all the uncomfortable emotions, shall we say, but nonetheless ones that are important to human life and character development. I like to write well-rounded characters, so I have had to add to them to include everything the movies omitted.
But on some level, I just kind of accept and expect this from movies like those of the MCU. I’m not saying I condone it, or that it makes me happy, but I just don’t expect anything more than what I’m getting. The reason for that is that these movies are billed as big-budget, blockbuster, action movies. Unfortunately the top priority with them is to make money. Therefore, they want to hit the biggest audience they can who wants to see nothing but action and their favorite people front and center. This means things like emotional development health, follow-ups to emotional events or character deaths, and “slice of life” moments are going to be few and far between. They want people to be entertained, and grief, trauma, loss, nightmares, depression, and PTSD... all things that the Avengers would be dealing with... doesn’t sell. As annoying as it is to be told by Big Cinema what I think and feel and what I would find most interesting in a movie, I honestly just accept it. If I want realistic emotional development and trauma processing in characters, I don’t watch Avengers movies.
...I write the characters that way myself. XD No, but seriously now...
As someone who really thrives on character development and hashing out difficult things with character, I got used to disappointment, watching angst or grief or some sort of emotional development almost happen and then... oh, there's a joke. And the scene changes. And then ends. And there went that. It’s jarring to someone actually wanting to see that development. Like being promised a pizza and then you get closer to it and you see it has broccoli on it. Just... not what I hoped for. XD
What pushed me over the edge from passive acceptance of this unfortunate phenomenon to vehement disapproval was the comical portrayal of Thor in Endgame. I was frankly really shocked by it. It’s one thing to derail an emotional scene with humor, truncate an emotional reaction so a scene doesn’t get too dark or upsetting, or to omit things like grief and mourning because they don’t advance the plot. It is quite another thing entirely to take a character who is showing clear signs of depression and PTSD (avoidance, volatile temper, overindulgence of escape activities like gaming and drinking alcohol, poor personal hygiene, disregard for one’s health in the form of not cutting his hair or beard and gaining a lot of weight), and basically saying to the audience... look at this guy! He’s pathetic and funny! Make fun of him! Laugh at him! Because that’s what you do to people who are upset and traumatized in this fashion! I thought that was a serious step too far. The message it sends about those with mental illness and how to interface with them is tone-deaf, insensitive, and not at all amusing.
So... I guess I’ll say that... I probably like a bit more angst than most do in their storytelling. I want to see the grief and funerals and ho the character navigates difficult conditions like PTSD every bit as much as I want to see all the good times. I, however, recognize that others watch movies to escape from the bad things in their lives and maybe don’t want to see all that stuff, and that big blockbusters are written to contain more action than anything else because that’s what sells. I recognize, too, that these movies can only be so long and they have to pick and choose what they are going to put in them. I think that’s why techniques like Bathos are used a lot in movies that are supposed to be exciting and entertaining. They don’t want certain emotions, uncomfortable situations, or things that might hit home for some people to detract from the fun or bring down the energy of the storytelling. But to me... those emotions and situations should be part of the storytelling, because they’re part of life.
Their overuse of Bathos and general avoidance of anything too deeply emotional is frustrating but understandable on some levels. So just avoid it then. Cut away from it, if that’s what you need to do. Truncate it. But going so far as to make light of how someone deals with loss and traumatic events and guilt... mmm, no. I think they went too far with that. That’s where I draw the line.
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Prison Break
The dark dank chasms of Stormwinds own prison were a cold affair. The smell alone was enough to force more than a few guards to hastily switch their shifts. Shouts and screams often echoed through the poorly lit stone brick walls. Races from all walks of Azeroth professed their innocence, hollered about their unfair treatment, or spouted insanities borne of their solitude.
But one voice yelled just a little louder. A metal cup had banged against iron bars for the better part of an hour. “I dont belong here!” The human pleaded. “They’re going to escape!” Was another of the popular phases. “Please! Someone! Just hear me out!”
The man had made so much noise that even his neighbors started to berate him, “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to sleep!” The cell overs occupant added. “You think you’re the only one who’s in here for some bullshit?” Another added. “Yeah I’m with the first guy! Shut the fuck up!” A distinctly Kezan voice added.
Finally the warm glow of a torch flame crept down the darkened halls. The pace quickening as the commotion continued, “Oy! You all keep it down or I’ll bring the mages in here to shut you up.” The guard barked. Halting the noise from all cells but one.
Loudly the clanking of metal on metal continued, “Please sir! Please just hear me out!”
The guard dressed in Stormwind regalia stopped in front of the cell with a labored sigh. “I hear this twelve times a week. I promise you whatever you have to s---.” The guard stopped in his tracks as his eyes went wide at the revelation, “Jenkins?!” The very guard he was coming to relieve.
Out in the quiet streets of Stormwind as the night began to descend on the Alliance capital a tall male in ill fitting armor of the guard strolled with an orcish prisoner in tow. Chains wrapped around the captive at both his ankles and wrists, leaving him just enough room to shuffle behind.
“So… something has been bugging me about this.” The Orc said in a low tone. “If you could have pulled this off why wait so long?”
An elvish voice replied, “Tell you what man. We live through tonight and I’ll tell you all about it.” Kirollis whispered. “So just, you know, act natural. And stop talkin’ to me like you’re bud, I’m a guard remember?”
The Orc gave a slow and subtle nod. His saviors words rung true in his mind, so deep into enemy territory that the slightest slip would undoubtedly earn them an execution rather then an extended stay in the Stockades.
“Get movin’ ya filthy green skin!” Kirollis boomed in his best Common accent as the pair passed through the archways leading to the docks. Shoving his companion forward in the process. A show for the soldiers stationed at the entranceways, who seemed to only laugh at the Orc’s misfortune.
Once cleared the rogue would confess, “Sorry. Appearances and all that.”
Grunting the captive would reply, “You enjoyed that.”
“Maybe a little.”
Suddenly the booming clangs of the great bell situated above the Stockades began ringing insistently. While Kirollis had assumed his charade would only last so long, it was still a little sooner then he would have hoped. Regardless, most soldiers moving to assist would at the very least assume it was an escape currently happening- rather then one already far in its progress.
“Oookay, let’s uh… lets walk just a little faster.” Kirollis muttered as they picked up the pace down the long ramps leading to the harbor. Time was certainly against them, and with no way to know the shipping manifests? They’re was blind, a leap of faith.
The Orc let out a gruff grunt as the shackles around his ankles jingled against strain as his strong legs struggled against their confinements. “I would be if you hadn’t insisted on these chains. You should have handed me an axe!” He growled, luckily away from anyone who may notice.
Kirollis shoved the Orc in response, “You know I could have left you in that cell right?” The revelation only producing a grumble from his ‘prisoner’.
Though both of them straightened up as a platoon of Stormwinds finest rushed passed them on the ramp. Most passing save for one towards the end. Stopping near the pair he would greet them with a wave, “You there, soldier. Where are you taking that prisoner?”
Kirollis froze a moment, haunching himself over to hide his height and shroud his eyes beneath the overbearing helm. Clearing his throat, “Oy, this one goes to the labor camps out in Arathi. I t’ink they lobotomized him or something. He’s a tad slow.”
The human laughed as he looked over the Orc. “I thought they came like that just stock.”
“Aye, I suppose. Ya should check the Stockades though. Some commotion goin’ on about there.” Kirollis added with a swift nod of his head. Silently hoping the man would take his advice rather then probe him further. “We got ah boat tah catch. And i’m ‘fraid they ain’t gonn wait.”
With another stern nod the soldier offered his blessing, “Carry on.”
Once they were out of earshot the Orc let out an undignified grunt, “Really?”
“I had to sell it dude. You know how humans are. Always think they’re superior and the rest of us are idiots. Maybe just take a little pride in the fact you got one over on him. He can think what he wants, but at the end of the day he’s the dumbass that let us go.”
“Mmm…” The Orc remained silent, content to take the win on that front. Though a moment later he posed, “How do you plan to fake the transfer papers?”
“I’ve got it covered.” Kirollis mentioned as they approached the dock, and their exit. Placing a hand on the Orc’s shoulder he would attempt to pull him into a cloaking spell. But instead of disappearing from sight they remained. “Uhm…” The rogue cleared his throat before gripping a little harder
“Uhm?!” The Orc tipped his gaze over his shoulder toward the rogue. “I thought you had this covered.”
“I haven’t done this in a while okay?! Maybe I have performance anxiety.” Kirollis tried to rationalize. Far be it from him to pick this time and place to educate the Orc on how the relationship between Sin’dorei and mana worked.
“Do you have a plan B? We have company.”
“Plan B was shouting that you escaped and trying to slip away in the commotion.”
“I hate you.” The Orc stated in a spiteful whisper.
“Yeah yeah, just follow my lead. I got us this far didn’t I?”
Two guards approached from the wooden docks, leaving their post from the boarding plank of an Alliance transport ship. “Hold there.” One said before holding up a hand in a stopping gesture. “Do you have papers for that prisoner?”
“Yes, I definitely do.” Kirollis stated in an airy tone as he stepped around the Orcs right side. Shiftily positioning himself at the flank of both soldiers, until their back was against the waters below.
“I had em right here… hold on.” The rogue said as he shifted around against the blue tabard of Stormwind. It was all a ruse, however, as Kirollis quickly barrelled into the soldiers, knocking one into the other and finally into the water itself with a loud splash. Their metal armor surely would be their downfall in such a situation. All he would have to do is hope nobody noticed the missing guard. Looking over his shoulder he would casually mention to his new friend, “Get on the ship.”
With a gauff the Orc would reply, “You’re really starting to sound like a guard.” Though a chuckle escaped him, impressed with Kirollis’ ploy.
As soon as they were both on board the rogue quickly shouted, “Make ready for sail! Commanders orders, we’re to leave right away!” That commanding tone of his on full display. With a plated boot he would shove the gangplank back to the docks.
“Ya heard the man, make ready to sail!” The first mate of ship shouted as the rest of the crew fell into line.
The Orc leaned forward to whisper, “You know they’ll kill us as soon as they find out right?”
“Yep. Don’t worry about it, I’m pretty good at shooting down birds. And I got a plan before we make it to port.”
A trusting nod was given from the Orc as the two made their way below deck.
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Silver and Black (badboy au! NCT Jaemin)
Description: badboy! Jaemin and French transfer student! reader || He thought your accent was hot, but the leather jacket on his back and the motorcycle he rode warned you away from him. (for anon)
Genre: comedy | angst | fluff
WC: 4.2k
Warnings: profanity, so many tropes, underage drinking
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School here was… different.
Wow, great observation, y/n. Full marks.
To be fair, it did look somewhat like the movies you always liked to watch back at home. There were mostly defined groups of peoples huddled by rows of lockers, what you assumed were the popular girls wearing bright and trendy clothing and the so-called “nerds” wearing graphic tees and ill-fitting jeans. Colorful flyers advertising various clubs like anime or technical society floated around, whether it be pinned on walls or stuffed unceremoniously in your face. Oh my, you could even the puffs of smoke produced by the stoners in the corner.
You were relieved to note that your skirt and long-sleeved top were appropriate, not underdressed nor too overdressed. You clutched your new backpack, a nice leather one your grandmére had given you on your move from France. It didn’t quite look like the neon or complicated ones your new classmates sported, but it was alright; it was refreshing to be unique, after all.
The rather loud bell rang as you settled into the hard plastic desk, placing your bookbag on the floor and books on your desk. The classroom was dingy and I looked like the ceiling tiles were about to rot and crash down upon unsuspecting students. It seemed like crappy classrooms transcended across all borders.
“Welcome, everyone, for another wonderful year in honors literature! It is nice to see all your beaming faces in my classroom this year!” Mrs. Johnson said to the unenthused, bored faces of the students in front of her. A rather awkward pause went through the classroom as no one responded, tired because of the early morning time or just not excited to be present. Mrs. Johnson, in her apparent jovial manner, took it all in stride and moved the conversation to another topic.
“In other news, we have a new student all the way from France! Hello Y/n!”
Heads turned towards you, and you blushed under the gazes of your curious classmates.
“Erm, nice to meet you, Mrs. Johnson,” you said.
“How is America? Nice? Boring? Fun?” Mrs. Johnson pressed on.
“It’s rather nice. Different, but very fun,” You cordially replied, a hesitant smile on your face.
“That’s good! Perhaps, in our European literature unit, you can give us another perspective” — she winked at you as if sharing a secret— “but anyways, please make her feel welcome!”
On the other side of the classroom, near the back, sat a boy lazily postured in his seat like the classroom was his living room. A leather jacket was slung over the back of his chair, revealing the boy’s toned arms in a white t-shirt, bracelets, and chains on his heavily veined forearms. Piercing eyes laid behind ruffled brown hair, the abyssal black pupils gleaming with interest. A smirk crept up his chiseled face as he heard the pretty new transfer student speak to Mrs. Johnson in accented English, the clear French accent stirring up some excitement in him.
“Oh, I’ll make her feel welcome alright.”
“Come! You can eat with me and my friends during lunch!” your student guide, Aimee, exclaimed to you as she leads you through the crowded hallways.
She was rather nice, you thought. It seemed she had an endless supply of energy within her petite frame, ready to answer questions and initiate warm conversation. She was a junior, like you, and had said she was part of the Science and Math honor societies. While no Renee, your best friend from Paris, Aimee was someone you could see yourself hanging out with.
“Oh, thank you! I’d be delighted to,” you smiled at her while stuffing the chemistry syllabus in your bookbag.
You were suddenly overwhelmed by the boisterous and loud atmosphere of your high school’s cafeteria. Not much different from the canteen in your old school.
Aimee pushed you through the lunchline, chatting with you as you selected a nice Greek salad and a pressed juice. The “Chinese” noodles looked unappetizing, and so did the gravy and mashed potatoes option in the other line.
“Yeah, you’ll find that American high school food is terrible. My tip: don’t eat the pizza and whenever the lunch lady asks you if you want Yum Yum sauce, say no.” Aimee grimaced as she took a salad and water too.
“Will do,” you laughed.
Navigating between the mazes of the tables and students, you sat next to Aimee at a table outside in the pavilion. You greeted the friends she had introduced to you, all seemed very nice and just as exuberant as Aimee.
“So, you’ve got to tell us.” Jade, a gorgeous Chinese girl, leaned in conspiratorially towards you over her sandwich.
“Hm?” You paused mid-bite of your salad.
“How hot are the French guys?” The whole table exploded in giggles and laughter.
“Where’s the next party, Haechan? Your house or my house?” Mark asked while taking a bite of his cheeseburger.
Haechan swallowed a bite of his hot dog before pointing at Chenle.
“Let’s hold it at Chenle's house. His house is hella big and I wanna convert his foyer into whipped cream slip and slide,” he snickered.
“What the fuck? Hell yeah to the party, hell no to the slip and slide. Last time you tried that we somehow got taffy stuck to the ceiling and one of your buddies broke a Ming dynasty base from my great-great mother.” Chinle frowned.
“Aw fuck.” Haechan pouted.
“We could just do it at the lake on Saturday. No repercussions, privacy, great spot to do whatever weird games Haechan comes up with.” Jaemin lazily says. He takes a sip of his water bottle filled with vodka and leans his arms onto the table.
“You know I’m the one that actually makes the party fun, right? If I weren’t here, all you motherfuckers would be left with a dry-ass party,” Haechan counters.
“Sorry, but I provide the booze. Then Y'all wouldn’t be able to have a party, period.” Renjun slips into next to Jaemin at the lunch table. He takes off his grey sweatshirt revealing a red tee underneath, drawing the gaze of many girls who gasped and whispered furiously.
“Damn, flexing for the chicks aren’t ya?” Marks crows as he offers his hand for a high five.
“For one, actually.” Renjun slaps Mark’s hand back and chugs his coke.
“Who attracted the illustrious Huang Renjun’s attention?” Chenle asks sarcastically.
Renjun points to you, who is walking with Aimee to their table. Your quick stride exposed your legs and your hair blew around in the wind.
“You see that girl? She’s the new transfer student from France. I think her name was Y/n or something like that. She’s pretty.” Renjun’s face contorts in a lascivious expression before everyone hums in agreement, transfixed by your pretty face and gorgeous features.
Jaemin caught sight of you, the girl whom he wanted to make-out within his literature class. His eyes narrowed.
“You can’t have that one Renjun. I saw her first in 1st period.” Jaemin says in a low tone, promises of retribution hidden in plain sight in his tone.
Renjun looks to him in surprise.
“Fuck, fine, fine. Goddamnit, she’s hella hot.” Renjun whined.
“Hey!” A voice called out to you in the hallways.
You turned around to see an extremely handsome boy striding towards you. He reminded you of one of those boys you would see in the vogue magazines that your friends pored over endlessly, the boy that would be on phone backgrounds and editorials. However, your eyes caught sight of his leather jacket and ruffled hair and that was a message screaming DANGER.
“Hey, you’re that French transfer student right? Y/n?” the boy’s mouth pulled up into a mischievous grin, his lip piercing gleaming. He sidled next to you, his long legs slowing down to keep stride with your admittedly shorter ones. His gait was leisurely as if he had all the time in the world and was only more substantiated by his hands in his pockets.
“Yes,” you icily said, your tone clipped. You hoped that your demeanor would tell him to fuck off.
The boy rose an eyebrow curiously but kept going. Well, wasn’t he a determined one.
“The name’s Jaemin. I just thought I’d welcome you to the school, you know, to get you settled in and stuff.”
“I wasn’t aware you were part of the welcoming committee. You certainly don’t look like it,” you snarked, walking faster to get to your chemistry class.
“Woah, Woah, got some claws on you, don’t you, kitten?” the infuriating boy walked faster.
“Given I’m not a feline, nor do I have sharp nails, I don’t.” You were almost there.
“Mmm, well, we’ll see about that,” Jaemin smirked at you, his eyebrow piercing gleaming in the artificial hallway lights.
You caught sight of the door plate 8237 and nearly sobbed in relief (you could feel beads of sweat being to form at your hairline from the exertion). However, before you could make your escape from the boy that emanated trouble, the man in question gripped your elbow firmly and stopped you in your tracks.
He bent down until his lips were at your ear and you could feel his hair on your temple and his breath blowing across your sensitive neck.
“See you around, kitten.”
“Bro, it’s literally been like your first day here and you’ve already attracted our resident bad boy! Tell me your secrets, oh goddess!” Jade exclaimed dramatically as you sat with her during the last period. The girl really reminded you of Renee; both were bold, brash, and unabashedly dramatic. Jade and Renee would’ve been best friends had they met each other.
“What?” you asked confusedly.
“Maybe it’s the French allure, you know?” Aimee joked as she sat down diagonally from the pair of you.
Jade set her hands down on the desk carefully like she was delivering the verdict of a court case, her face contorted in a determined expression. “Okay, so Ruby told Callie who told Sooyoung who then told—”
“Shut up, Jade, and get to the point.” Aimee cut her off.
Jade made a face but continued.
“TLDR, a lot of people saw Jaemin Na almost giving you a hickey in the hallway.”
The boy who has been on your mind all day was known as a “bad boy”?
God, you knew America was cliche, but not to this extent.
Wait, fuck. You processed what Jade had said slowly, but with growing horror, you understood the implications of her statement.
“Oh, je suis foutu (I am screwed),” you whispered fearfully and slammed your head into the desk. The other students already in your classroom looked towards you, but seeing nothing exciting was worth looking at, went back to their conversations. Aimee and Jade exchanged confused glances with each other.
“I don’t know what you just said, but that sounded hot. Probably the reason why Jaemin wants to push you up against a locker and make-out.” Jade said bluntly, with Aimee nodding primly in agreement.
Your only response was a muffled groan.
Boy, had he just found a catch.
Pretty, different, and a challenge— it seems this school year wouldn’t be so monotonous after all.
Jaemin smirked as he leaned against a locker, and watched the French girl put her books in her locker. Students passed them by as the school bell rang signaling the end of the day, bustling and loud with endless activity. As focused as he was on you, it did not escape his peripheral vision that many girls were giving him side glances or suggestive winks. Usually, he would respond and even occasionally pursue a pair of battering eyelashes, but today, he had one goal and one goal only.
She slammed her locker shut and tightened the leather backpack over her shoulders. As soon as she passed by him and neared the exit doors he got up from his position and walked up by her.
“Hey kitten, how’s it going?” he slung an arm over her shoulders and he could feel her tense underneath his touch.
“Please, don’t touch me,” you looked him straight in the eyes and shoved his heavy arm off your shoulder.
He took it all in stride and hefted his muscled arm over your shoulders, now his hand wrapped around one of the straps of your bookbag so that if you tried to push him off, your book bag would go down with it. You were effectively trapped.
“Still didn’t answer my question though.”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to? You’re the type of guy that makes a mile out of an inch, so stop trying to flirt with me.”
Jaemin ignored your protests and turned the path in the sidewalk with you.
“I’m going to assume your day is not going well by your spicy attitude—”
“What!?”
“ — so I’m going to make it better.”
Jaemin with you in hand dragged you into the streets and kept walking with you on the sidewalk. He was leading you to the line of shops located near the school, which you had meant to explore on the weekend, but it looks like you’re going to get one now. At this point, you just give up on trying to resist stop tugging yourself away from him and just kind of… go with it. Jaemin tightens his hold on you a bit more and stops in front of Ann’s Ice Cream Shoppe.
“This is one of the best ice cream places and hang out spots in the town. Thought this would be a great place to end your day.” Jaemin glances down at you with a half-smile. Oh? You are pleasantly surprised by how genuine he sounds, and you soften your resolve against him a little bit. Just a little bit.
The door opens with a ding and the air conditioning blasts you in the face like an explosion. The red and white themed shop smelled of sickeningly sweet waffle cones and chocolate.
“Welcome to Anne’s! What would you like to eat?” the cashier brightly asks as you come in. She looked like a lovely old lady.
Jaemin glances at you. “You can go first.”
Your eyes scan over the many buckets of ice cream and ponder over which flavor of ice cream would be the best. The pink strawberry ice cream catches your eye, and you instantly decide to get that one.
“Em… strawberry, please?”
“Alright dear, what size and in a cup or a cone?”
“Just small, please, and… in a cup,” You certainly didn’t want Jaemin to get any ideas if you chose a waffle cone. From Tokyo to Rome, teenage boys were horny idiots that could turn any gesture into an innuendo.
Jaemin quickly orders his frozen treat (chocolate) and you both step up to the counter to pay. You get out your wallet to pay (why was American money all the same color? How weird) but Jaemin forks over some bills to the old lady before you could.
“Wha—”
“I wasn’t going to let a girl that I dragged here pay.”
Mr. Vogue Editorial had manners now, did he?
The old lady scoops yours up first and hands it up with a smile. Jaemin takes hold of it and passes it to you.
“A sweet treat for a sweet girl.” He smirks.
"Shut up." You blush but roll your eyes.
"You're such a cute pair. Oh, it reminds me of Jerry and I back in the days!" the old lady at the counter laughs.
Before you could protest, Jaemin smiles at her. "Thank you."
"Have a nice day, you two!"
Jaemin drags you away from her and the pair of you settle down at a glossy red table near a window, and quickly dig into your frozen confectionaries.
The pair of you settle down at a glossy red table near a window, and quickly dig into your frozen confectionaries.
“So, tell me, why did you move across the good ole’ Atlantic to end up at American high school?” Jaemin asks casually while leaning back in his chair. The lip piercing gleams brightly from the window light.
You wipe your lips with a napkin delicately. “Uh, my father was transferred to the North American branch of his company and so I had to move here with him. Nothing exciting, really.”
“Where were you from?”
“Paris. On the outskirts, but still very much near the city center.”
“Paris, huh? Suburban America must seem very boring to Paris,” Jaemin laughs as he takes a bite of his cone.
“It’s good though. Very calm. Relaxing, I guess you could say.”
The two of you fall into a semi-awkward silence until 20 Dollar Nose Bleed comes over the speakers and you grin. You were one of those rarities among your group of friends that liked Fall Out Boy, while the rest liked One Direction or some UK solo artists. While you were astonished that such an old song would be playing, you hum along with the song nonetheless.
Your soft humming catches the attention of Jaemin, who was pleasantly surprised you knew such an old, hidden track from his favorite band and that you knew it quite well.
“You like Fall Out Boy?”
“Of course! I love them. I’ve been with them since I discovered Save Rock and Roll,” you grin at him.
“Seriously? They’re, like, my favorite band!”
Jaemin could feel his interest in you growing, a superficial attraction turning into something deeper. Not many girls that he liked to play around with liked the same music as he did, and if they did, only really basic songs.
You were turning out to be a bag full of surprises.
The weeks went by and the leaves on the trees turned to red, orange, and yellow. School settled in until you were in a storm of tests and homework projects. The start of the school year seemed so long ago.
However, your friendship with Jaemin blossomed. Yes, he was still extremely flirty with you and was touchier than was acceptable, but Jaemin quickly became one of your closest friends. You often sat in lit class next to each other and hung out after school when you were both free. You loved arguing over trivial things and just listening to Fall Out Boy���s albums together.
You smiled slightly, thinking to when Renee had seen Jaemin’s Instagram and freaked out over facetime. Renee kept pestering you on whether he was your boyfriend, but you always denied her. She had been supremely jealous you had found such a boy, but bragged about it to the girls at your old school. However, you had gotten some DM’s from acquaintances to mention them to Jaemin. Ridiculous! As if they could ever have a viable relationship.
“What are you smiling about, y/n?” Jaemin asked as you were walking through the neighborhood park. It was such a nice day today, very sunny, yet Jaemin still wore his signature leather jacket and shiny Doc Martens looking like he was about to pop some wheelies on his bike down the street.
“Nothing,” you waved him off.
“You were thinking about me, weren’t you? I knew you couldn’t get my handsome face out of your mind—”
“Shut up!” you exclaim and push him roughly.
Him, being the well-built adolescent he is, did not budge nor break his stride, but the momentum transferred to you and you stumbled back. You hit a ledge and flailed back, but muscled arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. Jaemin pulled you back but did not let you go, staring you in the eyes intensely.
“Careful,” he whispered softly.
You could only stare back in a daze, eyes wide, unable to look away from his chiseled visage. You snapped yourself out of it and out of his grasp,
“Um, yeah, thank you. That was a bit of a close call, eh?” you glanced back at the river water you could’ve been soaked in had Jaemin not been quick enough.
“Yeah.” Jaemin paused but opened his mouth hesitantly. “Uh, Y/n, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something for a while now.”
“What is it?” you asked with barely contained anticipation. You hoped you didn’t sound too desperate.
“D-Do you want to go with me to the party my friends are hosting on Friday at the lake? It’s alright if you don’t wanna go—”
“I’d love to,” you grinned at him.
“Oh, mon dieu. No. Absolutely not,” you said, looking horrified at the sight before you.
A large motorbike stood, gleaming in the lights of your porch, like a death trap from hell.
“Oh come on, Y/n, you’ll be fine. Here, I’ve even brought an extra helmet for you.” Jaemin rolled his eyes and produced the aforementioned helmet. As usual, he looked dashing, a teen out of some 60’s bad boy flick. The elements of his outfit were all the same of course, but you noticed he had added more silver and gold accessories like a solid band around his wrist and an engraved ring around his pointer finger.
“Jaemin! I’m going to die!” you exclaimed hysterically.
He merely laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“No, you’re not, sweetheart. You trust me, right?” He looked down at you beseechingly.
“...fine,” you pouted.
Minutes later, you were screaming in delight as Jaemin revved up his motorcycle on the highway. The wind blowing through your hair and the speed gave you a rush, exhilaration, and excitement flowing through your veins. It was so much fun.
Jaemin was just happy to feel you pressed up against his back, the warmth of your body giving him comfort. He could feel the stands of your hair whipping against his neck, and smell the sweet scent of your recent shower emanating from you. Riding around in the night with the girl he liked— it was a dream.
Finally, the two of you revved up into a parking lot in front of a park, some laughing teens walking on a path towards a brightly lit area. Looking closer, you could see there was a bonfire going on and trendy music being played on the speakers.
Jaemin helped you off the bike and walked with his hand on the small of your back towards the campfire. The dark trees of the forest led to a clearing with a magnificent view of the shimmering lake, waves glimmering with the light of the bright moon. In the clearing, however, there was a large mass of teens laughing and dancing, bass pumping on speakers. There were some tables filled with food and snacks, but most of them were occupied by alcohol in crates.
“Eyyyy look who it is!” yelled a person from your left. You turned to see Mark, clearly inebriated with Haechan snickering at his side, walking towards you with a beer bottle in his hand.
They met and the trio did a manly handshake while you stood at the side.
“Nice to see you, bro. See you’ve brought your girl with you, huh?”
“Sure did.” Jaemin grins. You notice how he doesn’t object to the label “your girl”.
“Well, enjoy the party. I think Renjun got some cherry vodka if you want it it’s over there.” Haechan gestures to a table with some teens around it.
“Will do.”
Surprisingly, Jaemin did not abandon you to the crowds as you expected. He guided you around the party and introduced you to various people, instead of going to get wasted with his friends. Well, he was currently nursing a beer bottle in his hand but did not go for the cherry-flavored vodka Renjun set out. Kudos to him.
After introducing you to a nice boy named Jungwoo, the pair of you fell silent and walked near the shore of the lake. You were still in view of the party but weren’t so much in the action.
“Hey… uh, I got something to tell you.” Jaemin blurted out suddenly.
“Hm?” you asked confusedly.
“I… I kinda like you.”
A stunned silence followed after.
“A-are you drunk?” you stumbled out, shocked by his confession.
“No! No, nothing like that. I guess it’s a bit sudden, yeah? Well, um… yeah, I like you. You’re… You’re not like the other girls in the school— and I swear I don’t say that to everybody! Just… you. You wanted to be my friend, not use me as arm-candy to brag about. You’re really sweet, kind, funny, and you like my favorite band. You’re… yeah.”
You smiled at him before grasping his shoulders and reaching up to kiss his cheek, leaving a bit of gloss on his cheek.
“I like you too.”
What made you really decide to accept his feelings is that nowhere did he say that you were pretty. Jaemin still might be a big bag of mysteries, but you were sure he was genuine and that made you overcome your doubt of his bad past with girls.
Jaemin smiled his crooked grin that made you melt and leaned down to connect your lips with his. It felt like you were suddenly near the bonfire because warm emanated from the kiss and the heat of his body. You tangled your hands in his ruffled hair and could feel the cold metal of his lip ring against your tongue. He pulled you closer and into the folds of his leather jacket, completely pressed against him. After a few seconds, you pull apart and just settle into each other’s embrace, looking at the beautiful lake.
“Also your accent’s really hot, kitten—”
You slapped him.
“Jaemin!”
Renee and Jade were totally going to freak.
(A/N: oh wow 2 jaemin fics in a row oh my god. not really my most technically advanced piece of writing, but it’s fun to just write your cheesy fantasies lol. I hope you enjoy and pls like and reblog!)
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This article gets a little bit into the science-y math-y side of food flavor combinations, but only a little bit, so it’s still quite easy to understand.
I stumbled across it trying to find out if almonds are popular in Indian cuisine. (Basically, I was having takeout leftovers and thinking “mmm, slivered almonds would go good with this saffron & cracked mustard sauce on basmati rice”...turns out almonds come from South Asia & the Middle East, so yes, it’s definitely in the cuisine, just not that particular dish I’d ordered.)
Sometimes you just fall down into a rabbit hole of “I wonder if...” and some days you just get super-lucky in your research, finding a really fascinating article.
How does this relate to writing?
Uh, duh, almost every story will contain protagonists that eat, right? (Not all, but the vast majority.) Food is vital to life as we know it...but the same old food day after day gets very disheartening. Therefore, flavoring your food in new and different ways is a major impetus for travel, trade, warfare, and economic power.
Plus, food as medicine is important. Not just in the literal sense (lemon juice contains vitamin C, chamomile is a calmative, etc, etc), but in the sense of, if your character is in a great deal of pain, or suffering from an illness...their appetite will be diminished.
One of the medicines I”m taking kinda...kills my appetite. I still get hungry...but I have no cravings for anything. It’s not stimulating. It comes across as same old same old, nothing appeals, I don’t know what to eat, it’s all just fuel that makes me go “meh.”
Except...the myriad plethora of scents in Indian cuisine can stimulate my appetite. Not every time, but more often than not, when my appetite has been dull for a while, that’s when I’ll just go smell curries and so forth. (American chili recipes have similar highly complex flavor profiles, so sometimes a good texmex chili will stimulate my appetite, too.)
It may be simply because there are so many different scents and flavors, something catches my gastronimic senses. Or it may be that only in combination can my body find whatever micronutrients it needs.
In most cases, your body craves certain foods because it’s trying to tell you what nutrients it needs. (Of course, it could be an emotional craving that needs fulfilling, but I’m talking nutritional cravings, the kind where you feel satisfied after you eat the whatever-you-crave, which doesn’t happen with an emotional hunger...and sometimes you’re just thirsty and think you’re hungry, so try drinking something first, then checking in with your body in ten or so minutes.) This is why pregnancy stirs up the weirdest food combinations; it’s literally the uterus telling its person, “I need X, Y, G, W, E, D, and Z to make a baby, GIMME!” and anyone else hearing that combo would go, “you don’t pair E, D, and G, with W, let alone X, Y, and Z!!” (Aka the pickles, peanutbutter, yogurt, and chocolate all at the same time syndrome, or the “send the partner out to get cottage cheese at 3am, please!” cliché.)
So when you’re building your worlds, your nations, your cultures, their resources...what flavors do they have? What flavors do they crave that they have, versus what they crave that they don’t have? Can they afford exotic flavors from far-flung corners of existence? Is it common to find in their local market, or something that costs half a year’s wages for the average peasant/peon...?
What combinations do your people put together? How do they react when traveling to other lands?
...I want to point out one more thing about flavors. The reason why Western (European-influenced) cuisine uses so many “similar flavor” spices and herbs is because exotic spices started getting transported in such great quantities, that it no longer was a status symbol to be able to afford to consume exotic flavors from far-flung nations.
This pissed off European nobles. Whereas before cumin and coriander and nutmeg and so forth were exotic and costly, literally a single meal’s worth of spices costing a peasant’s wages for a week or a month or even a year...became so affordable that even *gasp* the farmer-class colonists in the Americas could afford to have a personal supply of nutmeg and use it in every meal!! (Well, not quite, but...)
So they had to distance themselves from the peasants...and switched on the “national pride” stuff and started insisting that herbs grown in France were the best flavoring for foods, far superior to that foreign stuff--aka the “your tastebuds are too coarse and unrefined to appreciate the delicate subtleties found in similar-flavor-profile seasoning!”
...Also, better food preservation techniques had a hand in it, because they got better at keeping meats fresh rather than spoiled, and didn’t need strong flavored herbs & spices to cover up any gamy or starting-to-go-off flavors. All of which had the peasantry wanting to imitate their local nobles, etc, so they, too, started going for the locally grown stuff as the “fancy food”...and of course everyone wanted to be thought of as “fancy” in their class/caste level, fancier than they actually were so...recipies emphasized “French cuisine” influences with all those local-grown herbs...
This is literally why it took generations for curry restaurants to get a foothold in Great Britain, even if it was popular in the British colonies of South Asia. People who lived in colonized India loved the food flavors over there, but when they got back home, the Upper Crust weren’t touching that “foreign food stuff” because it wasn’t “national pride” enough, and “belonged to the overseas subjects (subjugated peoples) of the Crown” who weren’t “British enough” to have it be considered “noble enough”...and just...ugh. Just trust me that there was a LOT of racist bigoted bullshite going on underneath the surface of a seemingly simple “preference” for one style of seasoning versus another.
Anyway, this is why American Colonial cuisine was...pretty bland and boring, really, until they started experimenting with flavor profiles of the Americas. The first major complex food flavoring developed in America was...well, chili. Chili con carne (sans/con frijoles, doesn’t matter) has a gazillion different flavor profiles. Sweet, salty, spicy, fatty, acidic, creamy, sour, peppery, oniony, meaty/umami...incredibly complex flavors that seem like they would clash and not go together, yet so much ends up going into them that they meld together into a melange of deliciousness.
(Seriously, if you want to know just how complex a dish can be, try this link for Oaxacan mole negro, 30-ish various different ingredients, takes hours and hours of preparation, different methods of evoking flavors (smoking, frying, baking, grinding, etc...: https://youtu.be/ysiEyAQ27P4 Mole can be just as complex as chili, but it’s very much a thing developed in Mexico, not in the U.S.; I’m just saying that in the United States of America, chili was the first truly complex dish that we developed with our own explorations into developing our own complex flavor profiles...of all the dishes that got written down. I’m sure we lost a lot of complex dishes due to the slaughter of indigenous peoples and/or the destruction or suppression of their cultures & local knowledge of non-agriculturally-based food resources../)
So food needs to be considered when you’re creating cultures. Flavoring food needs to be considered. Are there specialists who grow and/or process foods? Are the recipes written down and widely available, or are they controlled by only a few producers? Which areas produce the best local sauces (everyone knows that the best garum (ancient Roman fermented fish sauce) came from such-and-such port town) or the best spice blends, or the best... On and on and on, these things drive trade, commerce, wealth, warfare, exploration, travel, and more.
Don’t be afraid to have one or more of your characters be a culture-appropriate foodie. Don’t be afraid to have your characters be hesitant about new foods...but make sure to have them like at least some things, and even like it enthusiastically. (Whatever you do, don’t promote cultural isolationism & bigotry/xenophobia...because what we write, others absorb and emulate. We got waaaay too much of those things in the world. We need to open people up to new experiences...and not do it in conquest-minded genocidal ways. Waaaaay too much of that in the world already. That trope’s been done, so move along & pick something new.)
Anyhoo, long digression short, this is a complex mix of fun food science and good background ideas for both your own personal food exploration & experimentation, as well as a healthy consideration for your worldbuilding and/or characterization efforts.
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