#not the art but the edit. like how are you a creator dragging down other creators minding their own fucking business? ew
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side eye at the artist who spends all their time trash talking 1) their non-otp, 2) fandom creators making harmless content for said non-otp, and 3) the character who “gets in the way of their ship” instead of just creating content for their otp and talking about that
#found them bc they were trash talking a sweet edit someone made with bujomoss and my art#not the art but the edit. like how are you a creator dragging down other creators minding their own fucking business? ew#it was literally just an edit with apocalyptic byler art#calling will byers a thing. non stop engaging with bylers. being weird in general like… okay#ofc this was on twt#why did i log in and check what’s up with sttwt. it’s like waking up from a good nights rest and getting your limbs sawed off#thoughts#if you’re an artist making fun of other artists and creators (especially people who are just starting out) shame on you btw#you weren’t born with the ability to create
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Why are people so obsessed with Gwynriel/ Elriel and always argue over it?? I mean I guess I would prefer Az with Gwyn but I also think that SJM would write a great plot for Elriel? Everyone has a preference but some fans are heavily exaggerating and I just don't get why.
Ohhh nonnie. This whole thing is yes blown out of proportion 100%
Let me start off with this, at the very basis of it, each side defends their preferred ship. And there is nothing wrong that. We all have different ideals of romance. Different tropes that we favor. Again there's nothing wrong that. You ship what appeals to you. Shipping is something that should be done for fun. It's one of the things we love about being in fandoms. However, just like your favorite characters, shows, hobbies, etc. You defend your ship. Sometimes it can get ugly, especially when the creator sinks it. As in the case of Gwynriel vs Elriel.
Why is this ship war in particular so out of hand?
Simply put the Elriels because their ship is sinking so they turned to lashing out.
Elriels, like many shippers are defensive of their ship. And rightfully so. The problem is many of them are just...how do I put this... rudely defensive. The problem isn't protecting your ship. It's how you do it. There's a right way and wrong way. Right way is stating why you love the ship, headcanons, fics, art, edits, suppprting your ship in healthy debates and being respectful of other ships that include part of your own. Meaning to be decent towards Eluciens and Gwynriels.
Many have not. I have seen quite a few mutuals being ridiculed via anon due to who they ship. Not only that, they have gone to extremes that rival anti Reylos. That's insane. They have bullied fan artists who do not draw Elriel or have decided to not draw them anymore. They have attacked people on social media across the board. Have said something about SJM's son (i don't remember what it was. This was on Twitter which I'm not on.) Speaking of Twitter many have SS Gwynriel and Elucien posts from tumblr and made fun of us. They went on Wikipedia and literally changed it to suit Elriel, altering Gwyn's story. They cant even make theories with out unnecessarily dragging characters or villainizing them. They look like clowns atm.
Now the Gwynriels have been shipping the right way. At least for the most part. I said for the most part because to my knowledge, there has been one nasty Gwynriel shipper on tiktok and this side of the fandom collectively started standing up and saying they do not condone that. I'm sure there's other nasty gwynriels out there but I don't associate with them. Unlike Elriels. I have yet to see other Elriels stand up and say yeah I ship it but I don't agree with this. (If some of you are, then I'm happy you're out there.)
What happens when your ship is being attacked again and again? What happens when Gwyn is being dragged down and you have anons telling you, you deserve death or belittle you all because a fictional ship? You fight back. The good Gwynriels are frankly tired of it and fought back. They pushed, the elriels pushed back harder and on and on. This is why it's exaggerated.
Yes of course if SJM wanted Elriel she could write it. But she draws a very deep contrast between the two where it would be quite a challenge to win fans over. Especially after his POV where she as the writer put in blatant sexual thoughts of Elain and nothing else. There were no romantic inclinations in Az's view of Elain. That scene is also meant to be in the middle of acosf. From that point on there are no interactions between the two. Hardly any mention of Elain. It's all Gwyn. So I highly doubt she will write Elriel, when Nesta pointed out that Az is Gwyn's next challenge.
I understand the anger and frustration of a ship you truly thought would be canon and its not. But take it in stride. So what if its not canon. You can still draw it, make edits, write fics, etc. No one is stopping you. They're being aggressive and problematic making this ship war ugly for no reason. Honestly if they chilled tf out this wouldn't be as crazy as it is.
I'm hoping once she announces the next book and officially declares the next ship people will chill.
#ask#answered#anon#gwynriel#that other ship#elain archeron#gwyn berdara#gwyneth berdara#Azriel#this isnt to all Elriels btw#some of you are minding you're own business#and I respect that#just keeping doing what you do and dont become problematic#i can guarantee that#if the problematic ones#chilled tf out#it wouldn't be so bad all time#why cant everyone ship in peace#and mind their own business#it's not that hard
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Honorable Mentions for ThatCheesyBastard's talent #2:
Explanation(s): I do understand that there's other creators that have made their fanganronpa creations but by far I only know Cartoons In Danganronpa (CiDR) and a few spoilers about:
-Danganronpa 69
-Ronpa and Friends
- Total Danganronpa
-Lazyronpa (I think that's how it's spell idk)
Since 2016 when he seal the deal on the cast, it's been a slow process and he apologized for it on October 29, 2017. And even then, its proven that he have written down every detail, develop a voice acting cast, worked with his S.O. on the art (that is a two person group), edited both background music and the video itself, and post the videos on his channel. While watching it, it felt oddly organic because CiDR have characters from different universes all in one and yet the writing, story, music, and art makes it work; like as if the animation TV industries work together and really try to kept it to its original.
Sure we got characters like:
-Jenny (My Life As A Teenage Robot), and Zim (Invader Zim), who are not human but they're trying to fit into a human society.
-Blossum and Bubbles (The Powerpuff Girls) were made in a lab and have super powers, but still do the samething like other children in society like going to school, watch tv, and hang with Professor Utonium.
-Star Butterfly (Star V.S. The Forces of Evil) may look human and somehow naturally fit in, she's not originally from earth or was made in a lab.
-Vendetta and Charlotte (Making Fiends) came from a universe where they're fully on a color, and yet they still live in a normal society like everyone else.
-Ed and Eddy (Ed, Edd N' Eddy) have their line arts a bit lumpy and if you look closely [in the original show not CiDR since it'll take longer], they move which it suppose to make it more human like. And the fact that Ed can literally rip and barge people's houses is very alarming.
-Dib and Gaz (Invader Zim) are a lot smarter than the other people in their universe because they're either stupid or that they just don't care. Dib have a big head [took me awhile to believe that they're right that. I thought it was exaggerated.], and is very smart. Gas is smart but she prove that see can haunt ones dream or beat them up if they triggered her.
-Dipper and Mable (Gravity Falls) have literally went through a lot of paranormal @&>/ when they got to the Mystery Shack while the folks in the town are still human.
-Morty Smith (Rick and Morty) have also went through a lot of @&>/ but with his uncle. He seen Rick's creations, went through multiple dimensions, and was always dragged to join his uncle on different adventures. While that happens, he live with his family with his mother being a cyborg [?] with the rest being human. And used to have a dog but he went into another dimension.
-Cartman and Kyle (South Park) are always getting into shenanigans that 'some' of it was because of Cartman. By what I could tell, he definitely have done a lot of bad things but still did a bit of good, but most of his actions are pretty bad. Oh, and also they in a human society as well.
What separate these characters are those things, but together, they're cartoons that live in a these very human conditions. He mentions that and that characters like Gumball (The Amazing World of Gumball), Spongebob (SpongeBob Squarepants), or Chowder (Chowder) are more on the verge towards animals with human abilities, which is not what he's aiming for the first time as well.
So til I checked out the other fanganronpas or was give recommendations, I give this title to Cheesy til the opinion is change otherwise.
-Part 3 Coming Soon-
#making fiends#the powerpuff girls#south park#rick and morty#star vs the forces of evil#my life as a teenage robot#danganronpa#invader zim#gravity falls#ed edd n eddy#cartoons in danganronpa#thatcheesybastard#cheesemonokuma
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A Thousand Years
Word Count: ~3,600 words
Ship: Aaron Hotchner x Reader (my first Hotch fic!!)
Warnings: A curse word or two, a suggestion towards smut; dialogue and plot kind of follows scenes from season 7, but plenty of originality :)
A/N: Credit for the inspiration goes to imreallyfunnybtw on TikTok!! The video that inspired this video is linked here. Can I please have an Aaron Hotchner of my own? This takes place around season 7, except for Beth it’s Y/N! I wrote this as a gender neutral reader with no descriptors, but if I missed anything while editing, please let me know :) I got permission from the creator to post this, so I hope it doesn’t disappoint!!
When Hotch lost Haley, he never really planned on getting into another relationship. He went on the occasional date, being dragged into playing a wingman role while with Rossi, but there was never that spark. There was never that feeling he had always heard of, that moment you knew you wanted that person in your life. And it’s not like he had much time for another person in his life. When he wasn’t at home with Jack, he was at work- whether that was at the FBI Headquarters in Quantico, or in another state for days at a time. And when he wasn’t working, Aaron valued every moment he could get with his son. When he did have time for himself, he often found himself in the park. And that’s where he met you. He had just finished his run when you came along.
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“Either you do sprints for fun,” Hotch turned around as he heard a voice, a person jogging over and stopping a few feet away, “or you’re training for something. I hope it’s the latter because only a sadist would sprint like that.”
“No, I’m.. I’m trying to do this triathlon in February.” He spoke between pants, and your eyes lit up in recognition.
“The FBI one, right? You’re an agent? Oh, shit. I’m not supposed to ask if you’re an agent.”
“Yeah, the FBI one. I work for the,” a brief pause, “justice department.” A faint smile graced his lips, and you felt your own mood lifting at the sight. “I’m guessing you’re training, too?”
“Yeah. For a MS triathlon, in January. I’m not in nearly as big of a rush as you though.”
“Well, I only have about forty five minutes a day. Between work and home, it’s… hard. And that’s just for the running. For biking? I’m pretty sure my tires are inflated.” Hotch let out a laugh and you smiled, an idea now in your mind.
“Well, I was planning on cycling this weekend. I’m not the best cyclist, so I could always use a partner. If you’re not busy.”
“I, uh, don’t know my schedule for work yet. But I should know in the next few days, and I could call you?” Hotch asked and you nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah. I have a card somewhere.” You pulled a card out of your armband and handed it to Hotch. “If you have any free time this weekend, give me a call.” You started to walk off, but stopped when you heard him speak again.
“So, what made you think I was an agent?” You turned around and shrugged.
“I saw your suit. What else could you be?” And with a wave, you spun back around and jogged off with a laugh. Hotch watched you with a smile that didn’t leave until he got to work.
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“So, are your tires all pumped and ready?” You asked as you settled on your bike. It was late Friday night when you got the call from Hotch, where he asked if you were free in the morning. You happily agreed, and now you were back in the park where you had met- bright and early on a Saturday morning.
“Hopefully. So, you haven’t done a lot of biking?” Hotch asked and you shook your head. “But you’re going to do a triathlon?”
“Go big or go home.” You put your helmet on and adjusted the strap, and the look on Aaron’s face made you giggle. “That’s what my dad always says.”
“Your dad sounds smart.”
“He was. He passed away a couple months ago.” You weren’t a profiler, but it didn’t take one to notice the emotion that flashed through his eyes, the understanding. He’d been through loss as well.
“I’m sorry. Is your mom still alive?” Hotch asked.
“Yeah. She’s doing a lot better.”
“That’s good. And how are you?”
“I’m hanging in there.” A silent moment of understanding passed before you spoke again. “So, where are we headed?”
“I usually go up Connecticut, through Rock Creek Park, then back through Sixteenth. But we don’t have to do all that if you don’t want to.”
“No, let’s do it.” You shifted as Aaron put on his helmet. “If we lose each other, we will meet back up with each other at Dupont Circle for coffee.”
“If we lose each other?” Aaron’s brows furrowed. “I thought we were doing this together.”
“The chase is the best part of it.” You winked before you pushed off the ground and pedaled away. Hotch shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he got on his bike and pedaled off after you.
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That bike ride became the first of many training sessions together, which led to a few dates sprinkled in between. Whether he’d admit it or not is a whole other story, but you had worked your way into Aaron’s heart. While the two of you hadn’t been official for long, he felt as if your connection had been there from day one. Hotch was grateful for that feeling, which made your first real date much less nerve-wracking. It was Valentine’s Day, thank you Morgan for the reminder, and Hotch couldn’t remember the last time he felt that nervous for a date.
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Aaron stood on your front porch, bouquet of flowers in one hand, and his other knocked on your door. He took a deep breath to compose himself right as you opened the door.
“Hi.” You said as you opened the door. “Oh, the flowers are beautiful. Thank you.” You took the flowers from Aaron. “I didn’t think we had anything planned.”
“You’re welcome.” Hotch said and he watched as you lowered your head to sniff the flowers. “And we didn’t, but I just get called away so often. So I thought we should take the opportunity while we had it.”
“That was very thoughtful. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be right back.” You stepped inside and set the flowers down, then fixed your hair before you grabbed a sweater. Perfect, you nodded at your reflection in the mirror by your door before you stepped back out to meet Aaron. “So, what’s our plan?” You asked as you closed your door, locking it.
“Well, I suppose I could tell you. But, uh, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” He flashed a pair of tickets at you and you gasped. “So I guess you’ll have to trust me.”
“My first mistake.” You teased as Aaron started to walk down the stairs. “Oh!”
“Did you forget something?” Hotch turned to face you and you took a step closer to him.
“This.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he gladly returned. You broke apart seconds later, a lovesick look on both of your faces. “Thought I should spare us the awkwardness later.” You walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Aaron, and he took your hand, lacing your fingers together. “You don’t have the market cornered on surprises, Aaron.”
“It’s not often I’m left speechless, but I am now.” Aaron’s laughter filled the street and you had discovered your favorite sound, and you wanted to hear it forever.
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After that date, Hotch knew he wanted you to meet Jack. And you couldn’t wait to meet him. Needless to say, both of you were nervous about the meeting. Aaron because you were his girlfriend, and Jack was his son. And you knew Jack was the most important person in Aaron’s life, and you wouldn’t want anything to come in between the two of them, so you hoped with all of your being that you and Jack would get along. You both had decided the FBI Triathlon would be the perfect time for you to meet his son.
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You were a few feet away from all the commotion as Hotch crossed the finish line, and you were cheering the entire time. You saw a group of people move over towards Hotch once he crossed, and you guessed they were his team, especially when one of the men set down a kid who then ran over to Aaron. Jack, you thought to yourself with a smile. He took a drink from a volunteer, thanking them, before he bent down to Jack’s level and put his medal on the hyper boy, a homemade sign clutched in his hands. Hotch talked to the group for a minute before you called his name.
“Hotchner!”
“Y/N!” Hotch looked up then looked back at Jack. “Jack, there’s someone I want you to meet, come here.” You met Hotch halfway and tightly embraced him, a big grin on both of your faces.
“You were amazing, congratulations.” You let go of him after a minute and Hotch stepped back.
“Thanks. Y/N, I’d like you to meet my son, Jack. Jack, this is my friend, Y/N.”
“Hi.” Jack smiled up at you and you bent down, shaking his hand.
“Hey there, Jack, it’s nice to meet you.” Your nerves had melted away once you saw Aaron with Jack, and you felt much more at ease.
“Do you work with my dad, too?”
“No, we’re just friends.” You looked up at Hotch before you knelt to Jack’s level.”Did you make that yourself?” You nodded towards his sign, which he showed off when you mentioned it.
“Yep! I cut it myself. And put the sparkles on it, too.”
“You know what? I look at art all day long. And that, my friend, is pretty good.”
“Thank you.” Jack said.
“You’re welcome!” You stood back up and Aaron spoke.
“We’re going to get something to eat. Do you want to come?” Aaron asked you and you nodded.
“Sure.”
“Okay, great.” Hotch led the way, Jack beside him, and you followed as the three of you made your way to his car. And all of you were oblivious to the looks on the faces of the team just a few feet away.
“Who is that?” Morgan asked.
“Did you know he was seeing someone?” Spencer asked as he watched the pair.
“They’re so cute together.” Garcia cooed.
“Come on, let’s leave them alone.” Rossi ushered the group away and Emily turned to him with a gasp.
“You knew!”
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Months had flown by since you first met Jack, and you frequented the Hotchner household, each time better than the last. It started off with a dinner here and there on the weekends, or a night where you’d play games or watch a movie until Jack fell asleep- where you’d then spend some time talking quietly with Aaron, your bodies curled into each other’s, before you headed home. Until one night, where he asked you to stay.
“Stay with me? Uh, with us. You could stay for breakfast before we go to work.” Hotch had asked, and how could you say no to him? That night together, with your head against Aaron’s chest and his arms wrapped around you, you both knew that you wanted many more nights like those. After that, you spent most of your free time with the Hotchners. Building forts with Jack and helping him with homework, cooking dinner with Aaron and doing little things around the house to give him more time with his son.
When Hotch met you, he never imagined that, months later, he would be in a serious relationship with you. But ever since you had entered his life, you had proved yourself to be resilient. And completely unpredictable. That was something Aaron loved about you, he never knew exactly what was running through your mind. Which led him to now.
He’s seen a lot of unexpected things in his life, he worked as a profiler for god’s sake. But the one thing he never expected was to see you, dancing around in the rain with Jack, your phone playing music from its spot on the front porch. Of course it was on the railing, you knew how worried your boyfriend got over you breaking your phone. Again.
“Y/N, please, quit leaning over the railing.” Hotch’s ‘dad voice’ came out in full effect as he saw you leaned over the side of a bridge, your phone in your outstretched arm. Your other hand was holding Jack’s, who was content looking at the fish in the river below the bridge.
“Just a second! I want to get a good picture.”
“You can get just as good of a picture without dangling.” Aaron tried to reason, but you waved him off. Unfortunately for you, with your wave, you sent your phone flying down into the water below.
“Oh, sh-oot.” You turned towards Hotch, your eyes narrowed as you pointed at him. “I blame you.”
“Me?!”
Hotch grabbed your phone and set it somewhere safer and shook his head at the sight in front of him. You and Jack were both wearing your rain boots, and you were loudly singing along with the music. Jack tried to protest through his laughter, feigning embarrassment, but you scooped him into your arms as you kept singing.
“Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere!” You spun around as you sang the last word, and the sound of Jack’s laughter made Aaron smile. You set Jack down and you continued dancing, cheering when Jack danced around with you. You didn’t see Aaron on the porch until Jack pointed him out.
“Dad! Come play with us.”
“Yeah, Aaron, come play.” You pouted at Hotch, but he didn’t miss the teasing glint in your eyes. “Or are you too cool to join us?”
“And miss out on watching you two? Maybe later.” Hotch chuckled as he leaned against the railing of the porch. You shrugged as you turned back to Jack.
“Bet I can make a bigger splash in that puddle.” You pointed towards a puddle a few feet away, and Jack ran off, accepting your challenge. You winked at Aaron before running after him. You continued to jump around in the puddles in the yard, and you made sure to let Jack win a few rounds of your splash contest.
You squealed when the song changed to a song Aaron was familiar with, and you looked at him. “Turn it up!” Hotch groaned dramatically but turned the song up as you started dancing and singing.
“Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life. One, two, one two three four! I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings.” You continued to dance to the music and Aaron couldn’t help but notice how happy you looked. How happy Jack looked. Your connection with him wasn’t forced, you never pushed or tried to put yourself in a situation until you knew Jack and Aaron both were okay with it. Hotch was more nervous than words could explain when it came to you and Jack, but the sight in front of him made his worries melt away. You were dancing, hands up in the air as you twirled around, laughing as you stumbled and nearly fell back into a puddle. Jack was doubled over in laughter and you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.
“Oh, you think it’s funny, huh?” Once you were steady on your feet, you began to count. “Three… two…” Jack’s eyes widened and he ran to hide behind his dad.
“Base! Can’t get me up here.” Jack peeked out at you and stuck his tongue out, and you mimicked him. “Wait, need a break. Need a snack, then we can keep playing?”
“Of course we can. Take your shoes off at the door.” Aaron said to Jack as he went inside.
Once Jack was inside, you walked over to Aaron, still swaying your hips to the music, until you reached the steps. You then held your hand out and looked up at him. “Come on, you have to come dance. Let loose a little, have some fun.”
“I can ‘let loose’ without getting rained on.” Hotch said and you pouted.
“Please? Just one dance. Then I’ll let you continue to be a grumpy old man who’s allergic to fun.” Hotch narrowed his eyes at you, and you smirked, knowing you had him now.
“Old man, huh? I’ll remember that.”
“I’m sure you’ll remind me tonight.” You climbed up the steps of the porch and grabbed your phone. You scrolled through your music before you found the song you were looking for. “But first,” you pressed play on the song before you took Aaron’s hands, “we dance.” You led Aaron down to his front yard and turned to face him. “You do know how to slow dance, right?”
“Let’s find out.” Hotch pulled you into him as the song played, letting the music lead as you started to dance. The rain drizzled over both of you, but you smiled up at him as you danced.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
“I can’t hear this song without thinking of those stupid Twilight movies you showed me.” Hotch chuckled as you danced, his arms warm against your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“They were such a vital part of pop culture for years, they are not stupid.” You scoffed. “You were so into them. If I remember correctly, you gasped at the last movie when you thought Carlisle died.”
“Hmm, can’t say I remember that.” Hotch tried to deny but you saw the smile he tried hard to suppress.
“I may not be a profiler like you, but I do know when you’re lying.” You rested your head against his chest and let the steady sound of his heartbeat relax you.
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
“You’re really good with him.” Hotch spoke after a minute and you looked up at him. He had a soft smile on his face and a certain look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher. Love, maybe? You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought, and you shook your head to clear your mind.
“He’s a great kid. He has a pretty awesome dad, too.” Aaron leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head, your wet hair tickling his face.
“And he has you. He loves you, you know?” You smiled and combed your fingers through his hair. “We both do.”
“I love him, too.” You leaned up, your lips brushing against Aaron’s as you whispered. “And... I love you.” Hotch closed the gap between you two, and the feeling of his lips against yours still gave you butterflies after all these months you’ve spent together.
I have died everyday, waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
You pulled apart moments later, a lovesick smile on Aaron’s face and yours. You breathed out a sigh as Aaron brushed your hair out of your face, before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment before you heard the front door open and close.
“Daddy, Y/N, I have popsicles!” You and Aaron laughed as you looked at Jack, who held three popsicles in his hand.
“We’ll be right there, buddy.” Hotch said to Jack before he looked at you again. “Hope you like the blue ones, red is mine.”
“Blue is the best anyways.” You ran your finger down Hotch’s blue shirt before you took his hand and walked over to the front porch.
“The team wants to meet you. Properly, at Rossi’s. Jess has already agreed to watch Jack, if you want to go. Dinner on Sunday?” Aaron looked over at you and you looked up at him.
“I’d love to. You’ve told me so much about them, I can’t wait to properly meet them.” You climbed up the porch stairs and took a seat beside Jack, Aaron sitting on the other side of him. “Rossi’s got some big shoes to fill, with our little chef in training here. He made some amazing pancakes with me this morning.” You ruffled Jack’s hair and took the popsicle he held out for you. “Thank you, Jack.”
“I think those were the best pancakes I’ve ever had.” Hotch took the other popsicle from Jack, kissed his head, and thanked him. “Maybe Jack should cook dinner, too.” Jack giggled and shook his head.
“You promised Chinese noodles.”
“Lo mein.” You corrected him.
“Lo mein.” Jack mimicked before handing his popsicle to you. “Please?” You tore the popsicle wrapper open and handed it back to him. He accepted it with a soft ‘thank you’ and tucked himself into your side.
“You did promise at lunch we could have takeout for dinner. Since Jack ate those disgust- I mean, delicious brussel sprouts without complaining.” You corrected yourself when Hotch’s eyes playfully narrowed at you.
“Y/N didn’t even eat theirs without making faces.” Jack spoke as he bit into his popsicle and you gasped.
“I did not! You’re imagining things, bud.” You patted his head and bit your popsicle. Jack dove into a detailed retelling of lunch, and the sound of your laughter along with Jack’s storytelling filled Aaron’s ears and he couldn’t be happier this was his life.
And all along I believed, I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Integrated Revelations (2/3)
**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me.
*Tbh, I was attempting something and I don’t I feel like I’m getting really bad at writing Eobard.. I’m trying ;-; bear with me things will deviate from the plot. Please don’t forget to comment, like, and reblog. It means a lot to content creators of all kinds!
Part 1 Part 3
Word Count: 4687
You shut your eyes, upon reopening them you soundlessly shifted over to your boyfriends’ side as he spoke with a raspy, chilling voice. Like a Queen should to a King. “I mean, who are you really?” Eobard questioned skillfully; one leg crossed over the other. You glanced between both men before your blank gaze settled upon Barry.
“Dr. Wells, what are you doing?”
Eobard’s demeanor did not falter at Barry’s question. The villainous speedster dropped his leg from where it was and sat forward. He hunched himself, elbows pressed onto the edges of the armrests. “None of it adds up. The interference with the comms, the speed equation, the Time Wraith.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as Eobard shook his head while continuing. Barry eyed the dark-haired scientist closely. “That's what we call them. Time Wraiths. Scary, aren't they?” Eobard chuckled darkly to himself. “I thought, ‘Oh, no, a Time Wraith has found me.’ But then I thought, ‘No, no, no.’ You know what you're doing.” He snapped for emphasis. You dropped your gaze, running your fingers over the back of his chair before deciding to take a step back and lean against the pebbled wall. No matter how many times you were in the Time Vault, it always unsettled you the amount of power and knowledge and secrets Eobard can keep within it “Now, the Time Wraith is after someone who's travelled through time...” Eobard tilted his head at Barry, “and doesn't know what they're doing.” A smirk remained plastered on the Wells imposter while Barry’s eyes flickered up at you momentarily. His apprehensive green hues met Eobard’s icy gaze.
Your speedster boyfriend’s words clicked. This version of Barry doesn’t have the faintest idea of how to manipulate time travel like Eobard. He can easily get caught by those monsters. You crossed your arms as you observed the two speedsters. One in control- potent, as always, and the other rendered helpless in those meta-dampening cuffs. Unlike the other version we met. The one who knows about my powers, who denied me an answer.
Barry looked incredulously at Eobard. Choking out a nonchalant laugh, Barry glanced away while feigning his innocence, but the two of you knew this was not your Barry Allen. “Dr. Wells come on. It's me. It's... it's Barry. I don't...” Barry reached out to touch the cool metal of the cuffs. You wanted to step forward to help him out, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to trust this version of Barry either. At least this one’s not giving me headaches.
“Really? You are good.” Eobard puffs out a curt laugh, shaking his head one more and clapping mockingly. “You are good, and I would believe you, except that…” The scientist sped off from his chair, icy blue eyes with a piercing gaze as he towered over Barry. You took a step forward at Eobard’s sudden display with a frown grazing your features and eyes widening a fraction. Intimidation exuded from the older speedster. But your eyes quickly flickered to see Barry’s response. Nothing. “Nothing? I move like this, you barely flinch.” Barry glared up at Eobard with such abhorring emotions in his eyes. “You know who I am. Don't you?” You watched Eobard taunt Barry as he stepped back beside you, leaning back as well. Tension hung thickly in the air. Barry crinkled his nose at you and Eobard then attempted to phase his hand out of the cuffs but to no avail. He should have known better than to try that with those cuffs on. You cleared your throat as Eobard snickered at the younger speedster. “Oh! And you're from the future. Do you know how I know that? Because I haven't taught my Barry Allen how to phase through objects... yet.”
Barry laughed mirthlessly dismissing your existence, but the speedster knew he was defeated. He wasn’t as skilled in the art of deception as you and Eobard were. “Let me out of here, Thawne.”
You heard Eobard sigh at the utterance of his name. Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you eyed the speedster while he pushed off the wall. “I know. You're upset.” Eobard dragged his white chair to take a seat once more. The genius deceiver coyly grinned at the scarlet speedster, bound to the wheelchair. “But it does me good to hear that name again. Now, onto the bigger question.” He fumbled with his fingers, anticipation- ideas- possible reasons on exactly why The Flash had decided to take another detour to the past whirled inside his mind.
“Why are you here?” You piped up unfurling your arms, instead tucking your hands into the back of your pants pockets. “You’re from a different time obviously, couldn’t you figure out your own problems from there? Why bother looking for solutions in a past you clearly despise?” Barry refused to answer you. “Or do you always need to run to Dr. Wells whenever little Barry Allen gets stuck?” Eobard glanced back at the venom dripping from your words. The hard look on your face, the sheer coldness settling within your eyes at his archnemesis. It made his heart swoon yet… Eobard felt worried at just how frigid you can be. How easy it was for you to turn off those positive emotions that you carry on inside. Would you do the same to him?
“Because I want to go faster,” Barry’s sneered, an abrupt response after your malicious tone caused Eobard’s head to snap back at towards him. “And he’s the only one who can teach me.” The forensics scientist forced out the statement, a steely expression on his face. Barry narrowed his eyes from you down to Eobard, a hint of curiosity in those hazel-greens. “You're the only one who's figured out the equation. The Speed Force. You've manipulated it. How did you do that?”
Before you could say anything, Eobard stood up with crossed arms, whispering to himself. “No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.” The older speedster locked his gaze at the wall, running the tips of his fingers over the pebbled half-spheres. Curiously, you quirked an eyebrow before your eyes met with Barry’s, who only slightly shrugged at you. Eobard circled Barry, like a predator circling its next kill. Instead… you sensed something was off by the way his shoulders tensed. “You'd only come here if something went wrong.”
You uttered; a wave of uneasiness flooded over you, “What-but-”
“-If you're still alive, then that means...” Eobard turned to Barry with a grimace. He was one the other side of the room now. You were between the two men, a good distance between each. Your fingers fidgeted as they now remain beside you, heart clenching that all of this wouldn’t work. Dread began stirring inside you, fueling the headache you head earlier, and a sense of insecurity snatched your heart. So, the other Barry was onto to something, he just didn’t want to tell me… I don’t-We don’t get our happy ending. “I haven't beaten you. If you're still alive... that means my plan fails.” Eobard swallows thickly as the words escaped him, avoiding your gaze as a pained expression crossed his face. I don’t go home. I don’t end up taking her with me, making her my bride like I promised all those nights ago. Living far away together from The Flash robbing me from anything else that brings me joy. He blinked a few times, his moment of realization that he would fail turned to pure ballistic intentions in milliseconds. “And if my plan fails,” you shuddered at Eobard’s frustration flourishing as he kicked the chair over. You felt stunned in your place. You felt small. You hated whenever he was in these rage fits, especially when they were about Barry. “I don't get to go home, and if that's the case, well, then-” Eobard had aggressively rounded in quick strides to the restrained speedster, a phasing hand slicing through the air to strike Barry.
“No, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! It's the opposite! It's the opposite!” Barry shouted rapidly to stop the futuristic speedster, holding a hand out to protect himself from Eobard’s phasing hand. His other arm reflexively pulled at his restraint, wishing he could phase out of the cuffs and manifest his speed again. “It... you trick me. You harnessed my speed. We turn on the accelerator to create a path for you to go home. I go back in time. You go back to yours.” The scarlet speedster nodded his head in your direction as he spoke up again before letting his eyes meet Eobard’s heated gaze. You dare say that you saw a hint of sadness in the young speedster’s eyes when he looked at you. “She goes with you. You won. Yeah.” Barry took a breath in, muscles taut at the prospect of his enemy killing him before he got the chance to stop Zoom and his reign of terror.
“Eobard, stop.” You didn’t know when during the exchange you had found yourself right by his side, maneuvering yourself to stand in front of him, promptly blocking his view of Barry. “Eo, look at me.” He did. The dark-haired man gave you a dangerous look, jaw clenched while you reached out to hold onto his raised arm. Your fingers touched his wrist gently. “Breathe,” you spoke intently, searching his eyes for any sign of reason that he normally held. “Anger blinds even the strongest of people- the smartest of people, including speedsters.” You told us that. The phasing hand subsided as you lowered it with ease. Eobard shut his eyes, his hand slipping into yours as he reopened them. The speedster knew what you were saying, knew that he needed to rationalize before acting- before he executed this version of The Flash.
A disposable version, if it means anything to you.
Barry ran a hand over his opposite shoulder, his arm was beginning to numb in place, but his eyes never left the two of you. He clenched and unclenched his hand to circulate the blood. As volatile as Harry is back in his time, Eobard was on equal par. The only difference being that you never knew exactly when the Reverse Flash would bite back, or to what degree. Barry made no comment when you linked hands, but the brown-haired CSI caught the flicker of change in Eobard’s eyes. The yellow speedster’s anger dissipated behind those baby blue hues as his gaze softened for you. Barry observed how you and Eobard deeply cared for each other. All over again. He almost felt bad for the events that would surely lead to Eobard’s removal from existence and your forever broken heart. How the two of you would be forever separated. Almost.
You were conflicted. Hurt. Frustrated. You dad no clue what to think. Barry’s your best friend. He wouldn’t… intentionally hurt you, would he? But then a way future version of Barry seemingly dismissed your existence and your concerns over Eobard. Now this version treated you with the same dismissal, if not with even more loathing. Both versions clearly knew you were with the man in the yellow suit, but… Your heart is a kind one, no matter how damaged or twisted it could get. Deep down, you knew that whatever version of Barry you meet along the way, he’d always be your best friend. Even if Eobard did despise the young speedster and his existence.
“Then why are you here? Why are you here now?” The yellow speedster reverted to a more defensive stance; eyes now locked with Barry’s. You turned to look at this version of your best friend.
“Because when I got back, a singularity had formed. And now the only way for me to learn how to get faster and stop the singularity from happening was to come here. Now.”
“Well, that's good to know.” Eobard sighed to himself, icy hues glancing to yours as a twisted smile greeted his features. Barry looked up at you for any indication that you would help get him out. You pursed your lips regretfully with hesitation. Eobard walked over to his chair, setting it back before pacing once more in the Time Vault. The heroic speedster was increasingly growing uncomfortable on the cold ground. “There's just... Just one thing that occurs to me. I don't need you. Do I?” You watched him turn to Barry, dismissing the look you shot him. “Not this you certainly. Oops. You probably should've thought of that before you came back here. Shame...” A malicious laugh left Eobard as he slowly approached Barry’s helpless form, his fingers twitching to use the powers of the negative speed-force to end Barry Allen. “You ran all the way back here just to die.”
“You can’t be serious,” you hissed at the man you love, side-stepping in front of Eobard. The corner of his lips twitched in an unsettling manner; amusement slightly present in his eyes. “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt him!” A quiet air of relief left Barry. He didn’t… He never knew of the promise you had made with Eobard. That his life wouldn’t be in the hands of death in any way. But he could use this.
“This isn’t your Barry,” Eobard protested in a low voice.
“This is a future version of my best friend, whom you promised me you wouldn’t hurt, maim, and/or kill! Our promise includes any version of Barry Allen.” Eobard chewed on the inside of his cheeks at your words, a sour planted itself on his face when he glanced once more at Barry. The man in the yellow suit knew he would honor his promise to you in the end. He keeps his word, after all.
“You heard her, I’m untouchable.” A cocky smile crossed Barry’s face, shooting it right at Barry. You threw a glare at him, shut the fuck up Barry. I’m the only one holding him back from phasing a hand right through your heart. Any version of you. For once, think before you do something like speaking, especially when you aren’t in a state to be taunting an evil speedster that has you bound. “But by all means, you kill me... Barry... this Barry, your Barry, he learns it all.” He gestured to you and Eobard. Dread filled Eobard as Barry continued to tout out words confidently. The speedster had carefully planned this out, just in case he was to get caught by Thawne. “There's a hidden letter telling him how it ends, how to beat you, everything. Anything happens to me; you never make it back home.” Barry turned to you with stoically cold eyes. “She never sees you again.” Take those words as you will, Thawne. Your hands fell limply beside you as you Eobard clenched his hands into tight fists. You heard your heart drum loudly in your ears at the prospect of this Barry’s threat. With heavy feet, you padded away from Barry before turning to eye him with cautious eyes. Eobard’s face was devoid of any emotion as he took a seat while you settled beside him. “Go on. Kill me, Thawne. See how this all ends.” Eobard held his breath, weighing his options. Pros and cons. Gains and losses. “Now, you're gonna help me get faster.” Resting a hand on Eobard’s shoulder you squeezed it, trying to use your touch to convey ease into him while Barry smirked triumphantly at the two of you. Eobard’s face twitched in silent fuming.
“Dr. Wells, Ms. (L/N),” Gideon’s voice cut through the deadly second of silence, “the time wraith has appeared.” The AI broadcasted a screen of Cisco and Caitlin running to the Pipeline, entering the cell that Hartley resides in and sealing it. Its grotesque body swayed in the air. Half-formed limbs scratching the glass as your friends screamed for any indication that this thing can be yoinked away and out of existence.
“Barry! (Y/N)! Dr. Wells!” Caitlin shrieked as the Time Wraith pounded on the glass, shattering a segment, but not piercing through into the cell. Ghostly fumes emitted from the hauntingly decaying figure. Cisco and Hartley were fumbling with the gauntlets while another piercing scream echoed throughout that sector of the labs.
“Oh my god, we have to do something! It’s going to kill them!” You whipped your head to the two of them. They’re the ones with speed.
“You let it track you here,” Eobard turned with a pointed look at Barry.
Barry shook his restraints, with an anxious look, “Get me out of here! Come on!”
Eobard sneered in a gruff tone, “If that thing comes after me and messes with my plans, you're all dead.”
“Now’s not the time to be making death threats, especially when he’s the one with max speed-force in his veins!” You reprimanded Eobard, who threw you a look while rolling his eyes at you before setting Barry free. Standing up, Barry felt his speed return to him as he shook his numbed limb. The two men nodded at each other, yellow and red electricity crackling in the air. Eobard wrapped a lithe limb around your waist, his other hand firmly grasping the back of his wheelchair. Both speedsters sped out of the Time Vault in a torrent of lightning.
***
“I'm sorry that we didn't come sooner,” Barry apologized, for the 2nd time as he stepped quickly into the Cortex with you trailing behind him and Eobard. His heart was heavy at the prospect of his presence here was causing his friends more trouble than he intended. Caitlin and Cisco took their respective seats at the main Cortex monitors while you and Dr. Wells lingered a bit behind.
“It's all right, Inky's gone. I don't see anything,” Cisco breathed out, eyes focused on the computer screen. He flipped through all the camera footage before turning his head to Dr. Wells. “You know, we'd be toast if wasn't for Hartley and those gauntlets.”
“Well, self-preservation is a very strong motivator, but he stays in the cell until I say otherwise,” Eobard starkly dictated, subtly out of breath from the little run around the labs to the Pipeline. Your eyes raked over him worriedly. He didn’t have all his speed, especially since he used up a good amount on Christmas. Eobard’s body’s still feeling the side effects of his speed-force in a state of flux.
Cisco turned back to the monitors, “Okay, I'm just saying.”
“So, the two places this thing has attacked are here and CCPD.” You took your tablet and ran scans over the Labs then the city for an abnormal particle signature. You also had Gideon secretly run a scan over Barry’s lab, just in case it decided to make a reappearance there. Particularly ones of tachyons or from the speed-force.
“The common denominator being...” Caitlin trailed off, swiveling her chair towards Barry.
“Me. Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know why.” Barry let out an exasperated sigh.
“Well, you must have done something to piss him off.” Cisco added in; his computer pinged negatively after a couple of scans. “Satellite hasn't found anything.”
Eobard nervously wrung his hands, eyes meeting yours for a moment. “We need to find a more permanent solution to this problem.” He gestured when he continued to Caitlin and Cisco. “Start by repairing Hartley's gauntlets. That's about as good a first step as any.”
“I got some parts for it.” Cisco nodded at Dr. Wells, glancing at you. You already knew what he was about to ask.
“I’ve got any vitals and scans for the city until you two come back.” You held up your tablet with a little smile on your face. “Don���t worry, I’ve go your back.”
“Let's go for it,” Caitlin grinned, turning to Cisco. The two of them took their leave. Once they were out of earshot and out of sight you whipped around with an incredulous look on your face.
“You don't know how to stop a Time Wraith?” You and Barry both quired, which irritated Eobard at the sync.
“None of us do.” The speedster responded roughly. You felt bad for Eobard, his entire plan to get home is in jeopardy because of a future version of Barry. “That's why we always try and avoid them in our travels.”
“‘We’?” You and Barry just gave each other looks, simultaneously responding together once more. The scarlet speedster sneered at you, that was enough to shut you up and take a seat back at the monitors.
“‘Speedsters’... we're not the only two out there, you know?”
“This isn't the first time I've time traveled. How come I've never seen one of these until now?”
Eobard stood up, his demeanor clearly showed he was pissed and exasperated, but he kept his emotions in check. Especially with the Time Wraith looming around somewhere. He stepped closer towards Barry. “Because you ran out of luck.” You watched Barry lean against the railing, shaking his head when Eobard continued before grudgingly meeting your eyes. You offered him a sympathetic smile, he reluctantly returned it. “And Time Wraiths hate it when speedsters manipulate the timeline, and now that thing's gonna do everything it can to end you.” You wanted to say something but decided against it. Barry scoffed at Eobard, rolling his eyes when the man turned away from him. “Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna go to CCPD. You're gonna see what you can find to help us stop this thing-” Eobard nodded at you. You collected your things and got up, ready to work. “-We'll do the same here.”
“Well, what am I supposed to be looking for?
You started, “Barr, You're in forensics-“
“-Figure something out.” The man in the yellow suit only sent a warning glare to Barry, pulling his damned wheelchair along with him.
“Hey, what about the equation? Me getting faster?” Barry’s nostrils flared, stepping forward and gesturing to the clear board that held the speed equation.
“If we don't stop this thing, there's gonna be no point in me teaching you anything.” With that the two parted, Eobard sat back in his chair and he wheeled to his side lab whereas Barry let out an exhausted sigh. He rubbed his face, eyes meeting yours once more. Grabbing his coat, the young speedster pushed past you, his shoulders bumping yours. The action didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who narrowed his eyes from afar then turned back to his work. Your eyes lingered for a moment before an idea popped into your head.
“I think I should go with him,” you turned towards Eobard, running a hand over your hair and loosening your hair out of the hair tie. Maybe that’ll help with the headaches.
“What?”
“With Barry”
“No, absolutely not!”
“Why not?” You pouted, taking a seat beside him. You subtly wanted to see how many buttons you can push while this version of Barry was here.
“Over my. Rotting. Corpse.”
You froze at his comment, his body was already turned away from you. A mental image of Eobard’s corpse vividly plagued you. Blinking a few times, that phrase echoed in your head. It’s like I’ve heard that before… but where? You needed to shake the feeling off. “Don’t say things like that! If anything happens, I’ll let you know what’s going on.” You lightly slap his arm. The corner of Eobard’s lips turned up slightly then he leaned over for a kiss. You gave him a chaste one to finish your defense on the situation. “Plus, you and I both know you can handle things here at the lab. You don’t need me around.”
“I will always want you to be around me, even if I’m working. Besides the point- stay away from Barry.” He emphasized. “The Time Wraith is here for him; it hasn’t detected me. I don’t…” Eobard sighed through his nose, his gaze locked onto yours and you felt your breath hitch. “I can’t lose you to that monster.”
“…”
“Please, kitten.” He looked at you desperately.
“Only because you said ‘please’,” you kissed his cheek fondly, giving in to him. You didn’t miss the way his voice strained at the thought of losing you or the fact that he asked. Eobard generally never asks, not until he met you. The speedster glanced at you when you were recalibrating the satellites, he noticed the fake grin that you plastered on your face at his corpse comment. He made a mental note to ask you what’s wrong later. It hurt his heart to see you put up a wall right now, but it was understandable, to say the least. “You know, I always like watching you work.”
“Why is that?”
“Dunno, maybe I just like watching you work your magic with those capable hands of yours.”
“I can show you just how capable these hands are tonight.” Your speedster wiggled his eyebrows at you, eliciting a deep blush and giggle. His hand left the device on the table, resting on your thigh. You felt your body temperature spike up even more at his touch.
“Eobard, you can’t say things like that at work!”
“Why not? I’m the boss.” The speedster whispered to you, his blue eyes hypnotizing you. Eobard leaned close, slotting himself to kiss your neck a few times.
A sweet sigh left your lips. “What if the others walk in on us?” You pressed a hand against his sturdy chest. Eobard pressed a kiss below your ear before a chuckle left his lips.
“I’m sure they’ll allow me a free pass, just this once.”
***
After a few hours or so, Cisco and Caitlin came back with the gauntlets. The two explained how the managed to save every piece and analyze their potential. Cisco and Dr. Wells remained in a heavily – mechanical engineer type of conversation that you and Caitlin stayed silent for.
“So, can these gauntlets be salvaged?” Dr. Wells questioned, wheeling closer to the displayed Hartley’s sonic gauntlets.
“Their electron guns are fried,” Cisco shook his head.
“So, it shorted the wave tubes-“
“-And destroyed the amplifiers.” They both finished the thought.
“Yeah, but to be honest with you, I don't know how to manipulate the frequency variance.” Cisco spoke, glancing at the three of you.
“Hartley would know.” Caitlin added in, hands on her sides, “He's the one who did it.”
“As much as a dick that he was, he seems to be an expert with sound waves and frequency variance of such caliber,” you mused, nodding with Caitlin.
“See if he can help, but he stays in the cell,” the genius scientist instructed,
“But then what? That thing's gonna come back.” Cisco retaliated
“I don't know,” Dr. Wells stated exasperatedly. He didn’t know what to do, Hartley’s guns were the only thing he’s known to deter the Time Wraiths. If only the electron guns weren’t fired then he would have been able to dissect and adjust the gauntlets.
“Hey, its going to be ok,” you tried reassuring everyone, mainly Eobard. “We always end up crossing over these kinds of bridges. We’ve got the smartest minds and the most skilled scientists here.” Cisco and Caitlin smiled a bit at you. But you saw the calculating look on Eobard’s eyes. The futuristic villain was taking this harder than Barry himself, walking on eggshells particularly with concealing his speed. Taking any precaution to ensure his safety as well as yours. Your boyfriend explained that if you had gotten closer to the Time Wraith it would sense you. You blushed slightly at the next thought Theoretically, he said his speed-force signature particles had rubbed off on me… Probably from one too many nights of-
“Where is he? Where's the other Flash?” A different Barry demanded. Your version of Barry demanded, out of breath and pissed as hell. Your eyes widened at the sudden appearance of this time’s Flash, mouth open for a bit before closing it. Eobard just covered his face, silently counting to 10 before he choked a bitch.
Well shit, I totally forgot about our Barry.
“Right here.”
Well fuck
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[Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!reader]
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[I own none of the characters or art, all credit goes to the original creators. Edits are done by me though]
[Warnings: choking, spanking, throat fucking, creampie]
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How the hell did you manage to get into this situation?
You were face to face with the big boss of the Phantom Troupe.
Chrollo Lucilfer...
A dangerous man from the rumors that you've heard.
"A poor little thing you are." His voice was calm, collected, this man knew how to carry himself and it didn't seem like much phased him.
"How did you manage to get here?" He asked as his hand gripped your chin forcing you to look up, making you whimper quietly.
Your eyes avoiding his.
He had dragged you off into a room separated from everyone else, you didn't know what he was gonna do to you.
"I... don't know..." you mumbled quietly.
"Don't lie, it won't be pretty if you lie, be honest now." He pushed, his free hand threading through your hair, still keeping that firm grip on your face.
"I wandered in... I didn't mean to..." you answered honestly.
His grey eyes were examining you, starting with your face and moving to the rest of your body, looking down at your luscious breasts with a small smile.
"You didn't mean to? What a shame, if you had done it on purpose we would have had to kill you." Those words
'Kill you.'
Had your body trembling slightly eyes wide as though you were a dear caught in the headlights.
"But... I don't think I can kill such a pretty little thing." He leaned down, he was so much bigger than you, it was terrifying but kinda hot...
He was an attractive man, that much you couldn't deny.
He leaned down kissing your lips, the kiss was a bit sloppy and a bit rough as well.
You didn't fight back as his tongue slid inside your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours in a somewhat sensual manner.
You wanted to push him away but you couldn't muster up the strength against this man.
He nibbled on your bottom lip the moment he pulled his tongue from your mouth, the sensation made you whimper quietly and tug slightly at his dress shirt.
"What a poor little thing you are wondering in, if I didn't stop them... they would have killed you, you are aware of that aren't you?" His voice was cold collected, but his breath against your ear made you almost whimper.
"How are you going to repay me?" He then asked as his slender fingers trailed along your curves, tracing the curve of your breasts, his finger hooking onto the low cut shirt, pulling it down with no hesitation allowing your breasts to bounce free.
His eyes filled with lust as he stared at the bra you wore, it was a simple colour black, but the way it hugged your breasts made him almost smile.
"I think your body is good enough payment..." he said.
"N-no... please not..." you protested but you shut your mouth.
The look he gave you was feral.
"I could let you get killed, I'm sure you don't want that little thing~" he said giving a small huff.
"F-fine..." you breathed out, your mind was spinning already, were you really going to go through with this?
You had no other choice if you were going to live.
"Get down on your knees little thing~" he hummed, that nickname sent shivers down your spine.
Was he going to keep calling you that...?
You blurred the thought out as you slowly got to your knees, your hands resting on his thighs to keep some form of balance, he took the liberty of unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.
You gulped at the sheer size of him, out of habit your thighs had squeezed together.
"Don't be afraid little thing~" he hummed as he threaded his fingers through your hair, gathering the hair into his fist to insure none of it went into your face as you got to work on his cock.
His scent filling your senses made you almost groan, but you started working his cock, not wanting for the male to get pissed off.
Your tongue trailed over his tip, collecting the precum that had dribbled out before taking his tip into your mouth.
Slowly taking in every inch now.
Your eyes staring up at the male who's face was contorted into a mix of humor, lust and pleasure.
His fingers tugging lightly at your hair as you took his cock.
The moment it hit the back of your throat you couldn't help but gag quietly but he wasted no time in cupping his hand under your jaw while keeping the other in your hair, a means of keeping a grip on your face, giving you no way of pulling back now as he shoved himself down your throat.
"Sorry little thing~ I can't have you taking your sweet time~ don't worry though, you'll enjoy this~" he cooed, his hips started smacking against your face, his balls hitting your chin.
You were gagging and moaning, you could feel your saliva pooling in your mouth and the tears already threatening to spill out from your eyes.
He knew he was doing a good job thrusting relentlessly into your throat, especially with how everytime he pulled back, strings of saliva hung from his cock, hell it even started dripping down your chin and messing his balls and he had no complaints about it.
"Look at you..." he grunted.
"You silly little thing, you like my cock... so much that your drooling all over it~" he groaned as his hips picked up pace, the feeling of his cock continuously thrusting in and out of your throat had your entire body trembling.
He was getting closer to his orgasm now, especially with how erratic his thrusting had became, with one last snap of his hips, he buried his cock deep down your throat before painting those pretty walls with his white seed, basically forcing you to swallow it making you gag and choke, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He pulled back staring down at your sloppy face, his lips curled into a smile. His cock rested on your cheek.
"Fuck, I've never fucked someone's throat as tight as yours~" he hummed as he reached his hand down to stroke your cheek softly, you leaned into it kissing his palm softly making him smile.
"Stand up little thing~" he hummed as he held out his hand for you to take which you did, you stood up looking into those grey hues which stared back into yours.
He led you over to the table in the center of the room, keeping his hand in yours before he let you lay down on your back, your legs hanging on the edge of the table.
He got between your legs after he removed your panties, running his finger over your slick making you almost whimper.
"Look at you... so wet~ is this from when I fucked your throat?" He asked as his thumb started rubbing your clit making you moan quietly. Your hands gripping onto the shirt you had on.
"Y-yes..." you breathed out.
He just gave you a smile before he aligned himself with your cunt, pulled you by your hips so you could feel his tip kissing your wet folds.
Then you felt it, the feeling of his cock sliding into your cunt, his stretched you out the deeper he went, making your toes curl and your back arch slightly.
You let out a somewhat needy moan as his cock slowly filled your pussy up, his tip kissing your cervix making you mewl.
"So tight... one would think that you're still a virgin~" he teased for a moment.
"Hold your legs against your chest." He ordered and you did as he asked pulling your thighs against your chest, keeping your hands hooked under your thighs which allowed him to feel your walls tighten around his cock making him groan.
"Fuck..." he groaned as he started moving his hips, the pace started off slow and steady at first, but became more vicious, his hand finding it's way to your throat, with every moan he could feel the vibrations going to his hand, it had only spurred him on more.
His hand tightening around your throat a little making you whine.
Hips smacking against yours, you could feel his balls continuously hitting against your ass making you grip harder onto your legs, hell you had even felt the table shaking beneath you...
"Fuck... you're such a good girl... do you like the feeling of my cock inside this sweet little pussy?~" he asked with a quiet grunt.
"Y-yes... yes... gods it's so good~♡" you couldn't help but moan out, it really did feel good.
His thrusts were so rough and the way his hand gripped your throat only added onto the pleasure.
His free hand ended up spanking your ass making you gasp out with each spank, it caused your pussy to tighten around his cock.
"Fuck..." he grunted.
"I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum soon..." he groaned as his hips picked up the pace, you felt it too, you felt yourself getting closer to your own orgasm too.
Your back arched and your grip on your thighs tightened, but so did the grip on your throat.
With a few more thrusts from Chrollo you felt that familiar wave of pleasure wash over you along with his own orgasm filling you up, painting your walls white with his load.
"Pretty little thing... you did so well~" he cooed as his hand moved from your throat to your hair stroking it softly.
"I'm keeping you as my personal little pet~ I think it would be fun." His tone was low as pulled out of you, putting himself back in his pants. His dark hues watching his release spill from your sweet little pussy.
"Now, let's see just how long you'll last." He said running a thumb over your bottom lip sending shivers up your spine.
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[Tag: @xocakah ]
#hunter x hunter#chrollo lucilfer#chrollo lucilfer x reader#reader x chrollo lucilfer#hunter x hunter X reader#smut#reader x character smut#much smut#smutttt
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Juni Taisen as Youtubers AU
Inounoshishi
-Haul Videos, critics expensive clothing and why it’s better or over priced. weirdly informative.
-Self defense while looking like you’re not trying hard. Also surprisingly informative. Shows how to defend yourself while wearing clothing that isn’t ideal.
Bonus: Special guest on her sister’s parkour videos
Dotsuku
- Does those ‘Dad teaching you how to change a tire’ videos
- Easy cooking videos for single parents, how to shop on a budget.
- Doesn’t have his daughter on very much for her protection, but talks about her using a cute nickname, and shows off any crafts she’s made him
‘Today we’re going to make bacon and maple waffles, but first look at this macaroni art my sunshine made me’
Niwatori
- Bird videos. Proper care of pet bird and facts about other birds.
- Since she has a mental connection with birds she’d be able to get really close to dangerous or easily spooked birds.
- Eventually gets hired by national geographic or something
Sharyu
- Cooking videos, mostly baking
- Does a lot of collab videos with Dotsuku
- Breaks down complicated recipes and makes them in a way anyone can understand
Hitsujii
- He doesn’t have a youtube so much as his grandson drags him on his
- ‘Gramps and I play Among us’ at one point Hitsuji is an imposter and has a small crisis because he doesn’t wanna kill his grandson. it’s really wholesome.
- Gets his own channel at one point but usually to only play games his grandson shouldn’t. Any donations from streams he has goes into a college fund for his grandson
Uuma
- Ships in a bottle, not very many followers but the ones he has he interacts with a lot. people start watching him just to listen to him talk
- Eventually does one or two work out videos
Takeyasu
- Reptile care. Surprisingly informative.
- No one knows how he gets his hands on some of the reptiles he does??
- Really wholesome about his reptiles but switches his personality when talking about people.
- ‘This is a beautiful bearded dragon. She’s about two years old and is a great example of ---- morph. Little do a lot of people know but they actually need a decently sized tank to be comfortable, and FUCK and those DUMBASSES as big brand stores who don’t know SHIT’
Nagayuki
- Does one of those channels condemning big brand electronics and shows how to fix them yourself.
- Does simple programing tutorials
Usagi
- Those really unsettling videos that get uploaded sporadically
- Never the same location, always at night, he’s giggling in the background.
- Camera is unsteady
- Not sure if he’s hunting cryptids or IS a cryptid
Tora
- Does really fun bartending videos
- Subscribers vote on a bunch of random phrases and she has to make a drink to match the name they came up with
- Invites friends over to try it, and it’s surprisingly wholesome
Ushii
- Talks about ancient weaponry and how to use them
- SOMEONE IS DEFINITLY HELPING HIM, HE NEEDS A LOT OF HELP WITH EDITING AND EVERYTHING ELSE
Nezumi
- Video games
- Plays demo’s and finds a lot of problems for the creators to fix, usually leaves really nice reviews after he plays
- Subscribers vote for how long he stays awake while playing during live streams
- Collabs with sheep and his grandson a lot
- Terrible at any game that depends on dialogue choices.
#I have worked at least 10 hours every day for the last three days and my brain is dead but slowly I am finishing things ohhh soo slowlyyyy#and I did get an ask and I will work on it once my brain isn't mush#juni taisen#juuni taisen#headcanons#stupid headcanons
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Creator Tag Meme: Top 5 of 2020 ✨
rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
i was tagged by: @fairmanor
tagging: @dinnfameron @maxbegone @januarium @seadeepy @trueillusion82 @hullomoon @subitodolcediva
I only started writing fic this year when I moved home from uni for the first lockdown and needed a distraction from everything that was going on. It was a little project for me to have over the longest summer of my life, but was something I thought I would only continue for a few weeks.
8 months later, and I have published 71 works, or 544,946 words of fic with no end in sight and I am so so grateful to have been able to join this little community of writers and readers and I am so excited to see how SC fic will develop into the future!
5. Nice to Meet You (Series) [61,799 words. Rated G-M]
I LOVE a meet cute in any form. The idea to do a series on them came during a really slow day at work and I remember jotting the ideas down in the notes app on my phone under the desk. I’m really proud of how these came out and this was definitely some of the most fun I had with my writing.
4. Little Reminders of Our Love [12,382 words. Rated M]
This was one of my earlier fics. Most of my work is fluffy anyway but I really wanted to do something to rot everyone’s teeth. My mum leaves my dad little notes around the house when she remembers things she wants to tell him and I stole that idea and ran with it!
3. Ask Me No Questions, Tell Me No Lies [34,844 words. Rated M]
This was probably the biggest project and the most amount of work I have put into a fic. It was also the first that I was writing while posting so it probably drags out along the longest period of time. Reporter!Patrick will always hold a place in my heart and I was just so excited to finally write something I had been thinking about for a while.
2. Are They... You Know [4,872 words. Rated T]
Look, I like fluff, and I like outsider perspectives, and I LIKE WRITING RAY. This was literally done in an afternoon and posted without a second glance and I have no regrets to this day. First rule of fan fic is to have fun and I achieved that with this one.
1. The Journey or the Destination [13,343 words. Rated T]
I’m just super gay, and this was a really good method of channeling my confusing feelings about my own sexuality into Patrick. People seemed to take well to it, and it probably isn’t my favourite example of my writing style, BUT it’s the one that meant the most to me in the moment and therefore wins the top spot.
I just want to say a final THANK YOU to everyone who has read, commented, or left kudos on my work, and a thank you to all the writers who have provided such amazing fics to keep me busy!!
#fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#fan#Fic#fic recs#top five#david#David Rose#DAVID AND PATRICK#patrick/david#patrickanddavid#Patrick Brewer#schitts creek#schitt's creek#schitts creek fanfic#ao3#writing#author asks
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How to Properly Use Gifs/Edits/Art/etc in your Fanfics
Artists and editors are creative content makers just like writers are and thus their work shouldn’t be reposted without their consent — even if it’s credited. To put it into perspective, if someone really liked your writing, most authors appreciate a reblog or sharing the link. They wouldn’t appreciate someone copying and pasting the entire fic or part of the fic on their own account to share it and write something based on it. Sharing media without consent/credit is plagiarism. Even if you didn’t intend to, you are still stealing someone else’s work!
This goes for fanfics, headcanons, SMAUs, or anything else that you create. Stating “credit to owner” or “this doesn’t belong to me” is not actual credit, and you still need their consent to repost their work. It does not actually give any credit to the creator, as no one will have no idea who said creator is.
Saving a gif or edit or drawing and attaching it to your writing to give your readers a visual is only okay if you have permission from the original creator. Saying so, sometimes it can be hard to find the original creator if it has been reposted many times. Here’s what you can do:
Google image reverse search or Tineye reverse search
Check if the creator has an FAQ or rules about their content
If they don’t, send them a message asking if it’s okay to repost their content in your own post
Properly hyperlink back to their account/the original post they shared their work on
How to Reverse Search images
Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Amino, Quotev, and Wattpad are not reliable sources. Odds are the image you find on there was reposted. Most creators will use Tumblr or Deviantart. Twitter, Instagram and Pixiv are other sites creators use, but be cautious as you may find that the reverse-searched image on one of these sites is a repost.
Google
Right click, or hold down on image, and select "search Google for this image" (note: cannot do this within apps on mobile)
or
Go to Google Images and click the camera icon in the search bar
Insert the image’s url [right click on the image and select ‘copy image url’]
or
Upload the image from your files
Click on the icon of the image you uploaded under the search bar (’visually similar images’ won’t get you the exact image)
Go through the results, and find the earliest posting of the image
Remember, posts on Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Amino, Quotev, and Wattpad are most likely reposts of the original.
Tineye
tineye.com - official tutorial with pictures HERE
Insert the image you want to search for. You can:
Upload the image from your files
Copy and paste the image's url [right click or hold down on the image and select ‘copy image url’- shown above]
Drag the image from another tab or your computer
Go through the results, and find the earliest posting of the image
Remember, posts on Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Amino, Quotev, and Wattpad are most likely reposts of the original.
How to check if reposting is allowed
Check the creator’s description, about page, carrd, FAQ, etc
If you can’t find any mention of reposting there, search their blog with the words “repost” or “resposting”
If it’s on Twitter, you can search “username: repost” or “username: reposting”
If it’s on Deviantart, check their about page or the description of the post itself
If it’s on Instagram, go on their account from desktop and right click anywhere. Click inspect and CTRL/CMND+F repost or reposting
If you still can’t find anything, message the creator. You need the creator’s consent before you can repost their content
Better safe than sorry: if you aren’t sure if they’re the original creator, ask them if they are first and then ask if you can repost their work
How to properly credit the creator
THIS ONLY APPLIES IF YOU HAVE CONSENT FROM THE CREATOR TO POST THEIR WORK. It is still considered stealing if you repost and credit the creator if you never had their consent in the first place!
Type “[gif/art/edit/etc] made by [username] either right below or right under the media
Highlight it and click on the figure-8 hyperlink button
Copy and paste the URL of the creator’s account or the original post they posted the piece on
Hit enter or click ‘done’
Easiest solution
Just use Tumblr’s ‘add gif’ feature! You can skip all those steps by just letting tumblr do all the work.
Alternatively, make your own gif! You can do this online or in an editing software like Photoshop. Here are some sites you can use but there’s definitely a lot out there and probably some apps too.
imgflip.com
ezgif.com
giphy.com
gifmake.me/hnet.com
In conclusion
Reposting a gif/edit/artwork/etc without consent (even with credit) is stealing and plagiarism. All the steps above are how you can avoid that, but as you can see there are a lot of steps involved. Don’t let this discourage you from getting consent and crediting, but rather let it discourage you from stealing. Please respect content creators enough to not misuse their work.
#adm#haikyuuwritersnet#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu fic#haikyuu art#haikyuu gif#haikyuu edit#fanart
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One, Two, Three {Klaus x Caroline}
One, Two, Three
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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)
I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.
Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.
If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me and the story you are getting the idea from.
Warnings: A very angry, murderous hybrid, pregnancy, hostage situation, kidnapping, Mass genocide angist the new orleans witches, Again - I still havn't watched the originals! (My only knowledge comes from the fanfiction I've read)
Info You Might Need To Know: Caroline is a werewolf in this, and Klaus and Caroline's chemistry is still the same,
Word Count: 5.5K
Requested: By no one
Summary: Basically instead of Hayley, it's a werewolf Caroline who is pregnant with Klaus's child… and I'm sure we can all imagine how the angry hybrid would react to the love of his life, and the future-mother of his child, being threatened. Get ready for a new record for mass genocide angist the New Orelans witches (and Marcel).
*****
Today's Special
"A baby fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty."
~Unknown
"People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one."
~ Leo J. Burke
"Motherhood: The only place you can experience heaven and hell at the same time."
~ Unknown
*****
Caroline woke up with chains wrapped around her wrists.
"Oh good. You're awake." A woman said, coming into the room.
Caroline growled at her. "What do you want from me?"
The woman shook her head, "It's not what we want from you. But what we want from Klaus. If he truly cares about you as much as Sophie suspects. Then you'll be fine. If not…"
Caroline glared at the women's tone. But the unknown witch just smirked, "Let's find out?" She said, picking the werewolf by the arm. Caroline tried to rip her arm out of her hold. But was instantly stopped as she felt a searing pain in her head.
The woman laughed, "What? Did you think that was something that only worked on vampires?"
Caroline growled, but didn't try to resist as the women dragged her into a much larger room. Her chains rattled and instantly caught the occupants of the new rooms, attention.
Caroline could see Elijah's and Klaus's surprise, and the other women across from them smirk as she reveled in her advantage. Klaus's face shifted from surprise, to shock to anger as he saw the female wolf's disheveled appearance. Her hair was matted, and her clothes rumpled. She was covered in dust. He could already see her wrists reddening as a result of the shackles binding them.
Klaus let out a growel and instantly held Sophie by her neck, slamming her into the wall. Instantly Caroline gasped, as she felt her own airway be blocked.
Klaus turned to the blond, hearing the loud. His eyes widened as the gears in his mind turned and he realised the witch was linked to the women he loved. He dropped the witch and flashed to Caroline's side. He instantly pulled the werewolf into his chest and glared at the witch who was holding her arm.
Instantly the bravado the witch had when with Caroline dropped and fear overtook her features. She look a step back at his murderous glare. She turned to Sophie, who was still rubbing her throat, begging her to do something.
The main instigator got up, "I'm sure as you can already tell. The blond and I are linked. I die, she dies." Sophie smirked.
Klaus growled, "And what's stopping me from locking you away so you aren't a threat to her."
"Nothing." The witch answered. "Nothing but your child."
"What?" Caroline asked, shaking her head furiously. "That's not possible. Vampire's cannot procreate!"
"But werewolves can." Sophie fired back. "Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You're the Original hybrid. The first of your kind and this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes. My sister had to give her life to confirm that pregnancy. Believe me, that woman is definitely pregnant."
Caroline did the math in her head, murmuring the numbers out in a whisper. Her eyes widened, "I'm late." she said, barley above a whisper. The werewolf didn't have to specify exactly what she was late for. Caroline thought her upset stomach was just a result of something bad that she ate. But now…
Klaus remembered their time in the woods. The thought hadn't crossed his mind before. But as he stared at Caroline, Klaus realised that he wanted to see Caroline's stomach grow bigger with their child. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted to see their child be brought into the world. As his hope grew, so did another thought that he was forced to voice, "Tyler?"
Caroline shook her head frantically. "No." she answered at once. "I haven't been with him for months." she answered. Caroline felt an odd sense of relief when she realised that the child couldn't possibly be Tylers. She was happy. But would Klaus believe her?
Her unspoken question was answered when Klaus wrapped his arms tighter around her upper body and buried his nose in her hair. "Thank you."
Elijah shared his brother's hope for the miracle baby. He had already heard from his sister all that Klaus had done for the blond werewolf. How she could see their old brother. The one they had a thousand years ago. Appearing when he was with her.
Now, seeing it with his own eyes. How his brothers had rushed to her side, protected her, and believed her. And now that she was carrying Klaus's child. A child Klaus was happy for, and wanted. Elijah knew that Caroline Forbes and the child in her womb would indeed be the key to saving his brother's humanity.
The older brother had a strong feeling that if it was any other woman in her position. Klaus would have ordered their deaths without hesitation.
But not Caroline.
He'd never do that to her. She would, no, she is, family.
And if there was one thing Elijah stood for above all else. That was family above all else.
Always and Forever.
"As touching as this moment was." Sophie interrupted. "There's still something we need you to do for us. Or have you forgotten?"
Klaus growled, the only thing stopping him from ribbing the witches heart out right now was the fact that she was linked to Caroline, and as a result. Their baby as well.
"We'll do it." Elijah answers. Stepping in between the expecting parents and the witch.
Sophie nodded. But stopped as she saw Klaus about to walk out with Caroline. "Stop. You can't take her."
Klaus's shoulders tensed, but so did Elijah's this time as an identical dark look crossed the brothers faces. Caroline's eyes widened, and her hands instantly went to her stomach in an effort to shield the life growing inside her in some way.
Klaus reluctantly let go of Caroline and walked over to Sophie. At this point, the other witch had already hit behind her. Sophie tried to keep her head up. But was unable to look Klaus in the eyes and resist the urge to look at the ground and submit.
She was expecting Klaus to be angry when she told him that he couldn't take the werewolf. But she expects shouting and maybe even an attack. She was prepared for this silent and deadly furry. "Now this is what's going to happen. I'm going to play along to your little game for now. But the second I find out you tried to harm Caroline or our child. I will make your life a living hell, all the well making sure you can't take your own life until I find a way to unlink the two of you. And when that happens I will kill everyone in your coven in front of you. And then, in a year or maybe a decade. I'll allow you to follow. So I'd be careful how you tread." Klaus growled.
Sohpie shook her head frantically. "Don't believe me. Then allow me to show you a little demo." Klaus groweld, grabbing the other witch and ripping her heart out.
Sophie let out a scream as she felt the warm blood splatter across her face. "Clarice!" She cried out, sobbing for her coven mate.
Claroline turned her head, unable to watch. But she also couldn't find it in herself to feel bad or empathize with the people who had tried to hurt her and her baby.
Elijah handed Klaus his pocket square to wipe his hands with. And for the first time in forever, Klaus accepted it, wanting his hands clean before touching the blond. Both brother's knew exactly what it meant as Klaus used it to wipe his hands.
He was changing.
For Caroline.
Once again wrapping his arms protectively around the blond, Klaus began to guide her out the door, but before he left, he paused at the door. "If I were you Sophie. I'd think twice before even getting a paper cut from now on. Because everytime I find a mark on Caroline's body. You'll lose a coven member. Understood."
The sobbing woman on the ground nodded over the body of her dead friend.
*****
Later that night, Klaus and Caroline were alone. Elijah has made an excuse to go somewhere, wanting to give the couple some time to be alone together and discuss in privacy.
Caroline was laying on a bed, deciding not to ask about the room that looked like it had been prepared for her from the start. He did say that she was free to show up at his doorstep any time she liked, and he'd show her the world.
Klaus was spooning her, his hands running up and down her stomach, but always lingering on her abdomen, where his vampire senses could already pick up on the flutter of a tiny heartbeat. As he listened to it, for the first time in centuries, he felt a warmth spread through his entire body.
He let his head rest in between the crook of her neck. "How do you feel about this?" Klaus asked her.
Caroline looked up, the question snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at him in confusion, having missed the first half of his question. So he repeated it again, "How do you feel about the baby?"
Caroline sat up on her elbows. She looked down at him, with a smile on her face she answered, "How could I feel anything other than happy? True, I'm a little scared. I mean neither of us have had exactly the best parents. Out of four of them, I think only one would even want the grandparent title to this child. But at the end of the day. We're not our parents. So I'm going to try everything in my power to make sure we never make the mistakes they did. So this child doesn't have to feel what we did. And I know you intend to too. I saw it in your face. How protected this child only minutes after realising they existed. So I am scared. But I am also overwhelmingly happy."
Klaus was smiling an honest smile by the end of her short speech. Caroline looked down at her stomach. "Though I am scared of how my friends are gonna react… to finding out your the father. I'm in a really good place with this child. And I honestly want them to be as well."
Klaus nodded. He and his family didn't exactly have the best history with the people of Mystic Falls. But he knew the werewolf had always desired their acceptance. They're approval meant a lot to her.
Klaus was about to offer some words of comfort to her, when another voice spoke up as well. "Well I'll admit. I'm not the most fond of Klaus. But I personally can't wait to be godmother."
Caroline sprang up off the bed at the voice, "Bonnie!" Caroline ran to her friend, hugging her. Klaus sat up, and on guard at the arrival of the witch. From behind her, he could see Matt, Stefan, Rebeakh and Elijah. "What are you doing here? Wait, how did you know about the baby?" Caroline asked, a little worried.
At the blond's last question, Klaus was instantly beside her, "Yes. I'd like to know the answer to that question as well."
Bonnie glared at the hybrid. "Elijah called us. Or Rebekah at least. Elena overheard and threw a fit." Bonnie saw her best friend's face fall, and instantly hugged her tighter. "But there was no way I was gonna let who the child's father is, stop me from being there for my best friend."
"That goes for us too." Matt nodded reassuringly. "We're here for you, Care."
"Elena and Damon will come around. And if they don't. Well, that's their loss." Stefan added.
Caroline felt her eyes tear up, and Shook her head. "Sorry. Pregnancy hormones."
Klaus nodded at Elijah. As much as he hated their presence. He knew that Caroline needed her friends now, more than ever before. He then turned to Bonnie, "I loathe the idea of you being here, as much as you loathe the idea of me being the father. We do need your help."
"The feelings are mutual." Bonnie nodded. "So as much as I'd hate the idea of helping you, I am willing to for Caroline." The Bennett didn't exactly like the idea of doing anything that would benefit the Mikelson's. But she knew that name now also included her best friend.
Rebekah decided to interrupt before her brothers could start a war meeting right here. "Enough of this. We just found out the best news today. We need to celebrate. You can plan your wars tomorrow. Tonight should only be for celebrating."
Bonnie sighed, and sat down on the bed. "Well, I'm sure I can give you guys another reason to celebrate."
Klaus raised an eyebrow, wondering what the witch could be getting at. "I can see Kol's ghost. And believe me when I say he's just as happy about the pregnancy."
"What? How can you see him? He's dead!" Rebekah explained.
"I'm the anchor to the other side. Which means I can also see the ghosts as well. And since your brother refuses to pass on. He's been constantly jumping between annoying me, and watching over all of you." The witch answers.
"Wait. That also means we can bring him back. Correct?" Elijah asked.
Bonnie nodded, "It is possible. But it would ricure a large sacrifice considering he's an original, and a large amount of magic."
Klaus smirked, "And I know exactly how we can get it. I was already planning on having those witches pay. But now, we can at least use them for something."
"What did they do?" Stefan asked.
Elijah decided to answer the question, "They linked Caroline to one of them. Now they're using it to try and force our hand and bring down Marcel."
"Something I was already planning to do." Klaus answered, rolling his eyes. "I've just had trouble getting around his witch. He stopped the harvest, and now he's gotten into that girl's head that he's the only one that can protect her."
"I already know that." Bonnie rolled her eyes. Everybody turned to her, and she blushed undr all they're gases. "Sorry. I was talking to Kol. He said that I should be able to easily beat her. That she may have the power of four witches in her. But I have the power of all two thousand years of the Bennett bloodline following through me."
Rebeakh nodded. "So will you?"
"Is that even a question?" Bonnie asked. "For Caroline. I'd gladly do it. I just need you to find her for me."
Elijah nodded, "We'll get on that at once."
*****
It had been a week since they had found out about the pregnancy, and now the group had everything nailed out. All that was left was to execute the plan in three day's time.
Caroline found Bonnie in the library, a pile of grimoires next to her. "Hey, what are you up to?" Caroline asked, taking a seat next to her best friend.
Bonnie smiled, "Reading the witch equivalent to a baby book." Seeing the werewolf's confused expression, the Bennett decided to explain what she meant. "It's a grimoire filled to the brim with baby spells."
"Really." Caroline's eyes light up. "Like what?"
Bonnie flipped through some previous pages, "Here's one we could try if you wanted to. It's a gender reveal one."
Caroline thought about the offer, before nodding. "I'd like that. Let me gather everybody."
Soon everybody under the roof was in the library, huddled around Caroline. Klaus was standing next to her chair, and Bonnie was kneeling in front of her, with her hands on a sheet of paper that was spread across Caroline's stomach. The paper had a single black blob of ink on it.
"Puella, puer, quicquid es. revela te mihi." The witch chanted. Everybody watched intently as the ink began to move into three separate sections. Each spelling out the word, "Puella."
"It's a girl." Bonnie answered, unsure.
"What's wrong?" Elijah asked, hearing the witches' tone.
"I'm just confused. If I performed the spell right, then there should only be one world." Bonnie answered.
"But it's only one word." Rebekah shrugged.
"Yeah. Spelled out three times. That shouldn't have happened." Bonnie answered. Flipping through the grimoire.
"Well. What does it mean then?" Klaus demanded, wrapping an arm round Caroline's shoulder. The blond leaning into the embrace.
Bonnie's eyes widened as she looked at where Kol was standing. "I need to do another spell." The woman said frantically. Flipping to the page the dead original had practically demanded she go to.
She then turned to Rebekah, "I need you to get a string of white yarn."
Rebekah wasn't one to take orders from just anyone. But under the circumstances, she flashed out of the room without protest. Within a second the blond vampire was back to standing where she was. Holding out a ball of white yarn to Bonnie.
Bonnie gratefully took it.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked.
"I need to see something. If I'm right then…" Bonnie trailed off. She has a theory of what the spell meant. But if she was right, she wasn't sure what would happen. Holding the ball of yarn over Caroline's stomach, she let it's loose end dangle and began to chant once again. "ένα δύο τρία. Κράτα και χωρίσου."
Everybody in the room watched, as the yarn unraveled, and stretched into three different paths across Caroline's stomach.
"What does that mean?" The expecting mother asked, concerned.
Bonnie let out a laugh, "Triplets. You're having triplets."
Everybody let out a sigh of relief. Caroline and Klaus relaxed, realizing nothing was wrong with their babies.
Rebekah and Elijah rejoiced at the prospect of even more children. Well Stefan and Matt smiled, happy for their friend, who they knew always wanted a large family as a result of her lonely upbringing and werewolf side.
"Triplets." Caroline repeated, happily, a laugh escaping her lips.
Stefan smirked, "Klaus's definitely gonna have his hands full keeping the boys away if they look anything like Caroline."
Klaus growled at the thought.
"Those poor girls." Rebekah laughed, sympathizing with what she imagined their future would be. She was his sister, and he killed anyone she had romantic contact with. She could only imagine how bad he would be with his daughters.
Caroline glared at Klaus, "They're gonna have a normal childhood. Or as close as one they can have. That includes dating."
Klaus kissed the top of Caroline's head, "Of course they can love. Once they're five thousand years old."
*****
They're plan was simple enough. A little too simple Caroline had worried. But was reassured by Klaus that it would be fine. The simpler the plan. The more freedom they'd have to execute it, and could change it on the fly.
Kol, Elijah and Stefan had located Divana, the witch Marcel had been using location. Bonnie was to take care of her. She just had to make sure that she wouldn't be a threat to the Mikaelson's new rule, or Caroline. But if she couldn't, then she needed to do whatever it may take to ensure it. In the end, if it came down to the witch or them. Then she knew what she needed to do.
Matt would stay behind to ensure nothing would happen to Caroline. All though he was mostly for emotional support. The last of Klaus's hybrids would be the one's doing most of the guarding. Something nobody was too surprised to learn. Of course Klaus wouldn't risk his most loyal hybrids by taking them to mystic falls. And anyone thinking that he won't have backup, was just stiupid on their part.
Elijah, Rebekah, Stefan and Klaus would be taking care of all of Marcel and his most loyal followers, themselves. As a way to assert their dominance and ensure the remaining vampire's wouldn't attempt an uprising.
*****
Caroline was pacing around the room, Matt's attempt to get her to sit down all in vain. The doors burst open, instantly putting the hybrids on guard.
Bonnie rushed in and dove into Caroline's arms. Her breathing came out in deep pants almost as if she'd run all the way home.
Caroline's face fell as she understood why Bonnie was acting like this. She returned Bonnie's hug, slowly sitting down, bringing Bonnie down with her.
"Bonnie. Breath. Listen to my voice, and breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out." Caroline spoke calmly.
Bonnie slowly calmed down, listening to her best friend's calming voice. "I killed her Care. She was so young and I-"
"Hey. You didn't have a choice. It was you or her. Nobody's gonna hold that against you." Caroline told her. Bonnie looked up to see absolutely now judgment in the blonde's eyes. Her gaze then met Matt's, whose eyes were only full of concern.
Bonnie let herself stay in Caroline's arms, just letting the blond run her fingers through her hair. Bonnie frowned as she felt Caroline's skin heat up.
"Care?" Bonnie called, concerned as she looked up to see Caroline's flush face and her breathing deeply.
Matt looked up from the book he'd picked up to bury his panic.
Caroline's skin was turning red, and her temperature was rising.
Bonnie felt Caroline's forehead, only to instantly let out a curse at the temperature. "Something's wrong with her. Matt, call Klaus. Now!" Bonnie demanded. She then turned to hybrids who were standing by, looking worried. "I need towels, cold water and ice packs." She demanded. The men instantly rushed out at her orders.
"The babies." Caroline whispered, panting.
"They're going to be fine. I promise you." Bonnie whispered, laying the blond down onto her bed.
*****
Klaus was in the middle of taunting Marcel, as his siblings and Stefan ripped through the so-called king's night walkers, when his phone rang.
Marcel growled, but was stopped by Klaus holding his finger up. As deeming as it was, Marcel was grateful for a break from the fight. Even if you could call the one sided massacre that.
Matt's name flashed on the screen, and Klaus instantly picked it up. Knowing that the human wouldn't call unless it was absolutely necessary.
"What happened?" The hybrid demanded.
"It's Caroline. Her temperatures through the roof. Bonnie's trying to lower it. But nothing's working." Matt answered, panic and worry clear in his voice.
"Sophie." Klaus growled out. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Klaus instantly flashed in front of Marcel. "Sorry. Play times over." He said, ripping Marcel's heart out. He then turned to the rest. "I have a witch to pick up. I'm sure you can handle the rest?" He asked. Without waiting for an answer, Klaus flashed out.
*****
Caroline's temperature had only continued to increase. Bonnie's attempt to cool her body temperature doing next to nothing no matter how desperately the witch worked.
At this point Bonnie had moved her out into the backyard next to the pool, where the air was much chiller.
Klaus stormed toward them, dragging Sophie by the arms with him. "It's her." Klaus answered. The witch was already answering his question on his way of how an elder had stabbed her with a curse tool. "You need to unlink her and Caroline. Now!" Klaus demanded.
Bonnie instantly got up, running inside to fetch her grimoire.
Sophie shook her head frantically. No, she couldn't lose her only advantage. "No, she can't unlink us. She's not the witch who did it."
Bonnie ran back outside. "No. I can. I'm a Bennett witch." Bonnie then turned to Klaus. "I'm gonna need a minute."
"And we don't have it." Klaus growled, kneeling next to Caroline.
"I need you to jump into a pool with her to cool her down. That should buy us some time." Klaus nodded, instantly picking her up. Worry filled his chest as he felt her temperature only rise.
He jumped into the pool, holding her close to his chest. "I can't lose them. Klaus. I can't." Caroline cried, holding onto his shirt.
"We won't Love. I promise." Klaus told her, holding her close. Her temperature had slowed down, but still didn't stop rising.
Bonnie grabbed Sophie by the wrist and dragged her into the pool. The witch tried to resist, but was forced to follow as a hybrid pushed her forward from behind. Bonnie grabbed Caroline's hand, a lot gentler. "abtaeid , adhhab fi tariqik almunfasili. anhall watafakuku." Bonnie repeated the chant multiple times. Sophie let out a scream, as Caroline followed. Gasping, arching away from Klaus. The original held on tight, not letting her go.
Koll put his hand on Bonnie's shoulder, encouraging her. "Come on Bonnie. You're almost there. Just a little more." Bonnie once again replete the words. It took two more times before the women's screams were silenced.
Caroline let out a relief sigh as her body began to rapidly cool down. Klaus stayed in the water with her for a few more minutes, before carrying her out.
Klaus grabbed the towel Matt handed her, instantly wrapping the blond into it and began drying her.
"How is she?" Rebekah asked, running towards them.
"She's fine now." Bonnie nodded.
"Where's Elijah and Stefan?" Klaus asked.
"They're gathering up the witches." The blonde vampire answered.
"Good." Klaus nodded. "They're all gonna pay."
"Klaus." Bonnie called. "I know you're angry but we can't kill them all."
Sophie, hearing those words, brightened up. "Thank you sister!"
Bonnie glared at the women disgusted. "If you let me finish. I was going to say we can't kill them all yet. We need to wait till the new moon so I can use their deaths to bring Kol back." She said, turning back to Klaus. "Wait three more days. For Kol's sake."
Klaus nodded, picking Caroline up, carrying her inside.
"Klaus." Caroline called. "Can you hear them?" she asked.
Klaus smiled at her gently. "I can hear them." The steady thump, thump, thump of their daughter's heartbeats, combined with the urge to see his brother again was the only thing stopping Klaus from ripping the hearts out of every witch in the quarter.
*****
Three days later, all the witches of Sophie's coven were brought into the cemetery, along with Kol's body.
Klaus had insisted that Caroline stay inside, not wanting her to see this. But the wolf had only shook her head. These women had tried to kill her children before they could even draw their first breath. That was something she could never even imagine forgiving.
They had crossed her bottom line, and she had wanted them to pay. She looked around and saw that all the witches were severely messed up. Some had cuts, others had bruises painting their body.
But not a single witch was unharmed. Caroline knew she should have hated the sick satisfaction she felt, but she couldn't bring herself to fight that feeling.
But out of all of them. Sophie, and Agna, the elder who had tried to abort the babies, were the worst off.
Agnes was missing an eye, and Sophie an entire arm. Both their bodies were covered in cuts. Surprisingly the missing limbs were a result of Elijah's rage.
Some of the witches huddled together, others cried. But most had taken to glaring at Sophie. Knowing she is the one responsible for all they're deaths.
When the alarm Caroline had set began ringing, Bonnie nodded and began chanting.
Klaus, Stefan, Elijah and Rebekah flashed around, Ripping out throats, snapping necks, and tearing off heads of several witches until within less than a minute, all were dead. Through all the screams and noise, Bonnie not once stopped chanting. Refusing to let herself miss a beat.
The winds around them begin picking up, with Bonnie at the center of it. It continues to grow only stronger and stronger, until Bonnie lifts her hands and directs them at Kol's body. And like a well trained dog, the winds follow, flowing into him.
Everything goes quiet, until Kol's body jerks, and he gaps, sitting up right. Instantly, Rebekah and Klaus are by their brother's side. Elijah not too far behind them.
"Welcome back to the world of the living." Klaus laughs, well Rebekah hugs him.
Kol returns his sister's hug.
"So how do you feel?" Bonnie asks, kneeling down next to him.
Kol stretches his arms over his head, "Happy enough to kiss you."
Kol's laugh is cut short by Bonnie pulling him in and kissing him, surprising everybody.
"Did you…" Klaus asks Caroline, who shook her head.
"I knew they were growing close. I just didn't know it was this close." The blond answers smiling as she watches Kol return the kiss.
*****
They're next concern was how Caroline's transformation would affect their babies. But that was soon solved when the first full moon came and went without any transformations. A couple spells and tests later. They realised that the girl's blood was slowly but surely turning Caroline into a hybrid.
So seven and a half months later, Hope Andrea Mikaelson, Josette Bekka Mikaelson, and Elizabeth Sheila Mikaelson were born.
*****
I honestly didn't really want to write the fighting scene. So I kind of skipped over that.
Also, was Klaus a little oc here. Like a lot of fics even when it's Caorline's that's pregnant still have him lashing out. But I just wanted something fluffy of Kluas being a happy dad.
Plus remember when it came to Hope, he was a total softey. And we're talking about Caroline, being pregnant with his children, here. So I personally felt he was an adequate amount of soft.
What do you guys think of this one? Because I can potentially see this getting turned into an actual story. Like the idea of Klaus loving werewolf Caroline since mystic falls and then getting her pregnant. But I really don't like the show originals for MANY reasons. So I would be following the cannon, but not following it at the same time. What do you guys think?
Like the story would be similar to this one shot - but a lot different at the same time. But I'd definitely take my time with it more. And they probably won't be as OP, because then we won't really have as much of a story. But things like Bonnie being called in, and a lot of witches dying, would probably be similar or stay the same. But with the longer version, I would get to play around with aspects of the story more.
And Hayley, god do I already have plans for her. And I'd also include Katherine x Elijah too.
Because honestly, I'd love to. But that would mean I'd actually have to watch the originals, something I really don't want to do. I wonder if I could get away with just reading the wiki page?
Is this an idea you'd be interested in?
Anyways,
KLAROLINE FOR LIFE!
#werewolf caroline#caroline forbes#Caroline x Klaus#Klaus x Caroline#klaroline#rebekah#Elijah#bonnie x kol#kol#bonnie#Bonnie Bennett#The Vampire Diaries#The Originals#Witches#Vampires#Werewolfs#hybrids#ghosts#pregnacy
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2020 Creator Wrap
I was tagged by @stvlti to do the 2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works tag! Thank you, sm!! c:
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
Tagging: @lawliyeeeet @soupcans @kunoiichi @milk-teeths @darkpaladin and anyone else who wants to!! Though there’s no pressure to do this if you don’t want<3
So... according to my AO3, I seem to have published or updated 63 works in 2020, which is just a whole hell of a lot more than I usually do! So I’ll pick the going from oldest to newest that I’m most happy with :)
CONTENT WARNING though, under 18 please do not read below the cut as two of the fics are M and one is E. Additional content warning: two deal with self harm and one with intrusive thoughts, and one with pregnancy.
01 || Communication (T)
I think this was when I really hit my stride with understanding how I wanted to characterize Daniil, specifically, and more generally when I worked out how I wanted to write his relationship with Artemy. I tend to focus on the ways in which they communicate differently, and I think I pulled off their voices relatively well.
Favorite moment, when I managed to slip some autism into my characterization:
This is a flaw of his - a messy, embarrassing secret, this inability to distinguish jokes and sarcasm from serious discussion. He masks his insufficiency with a flat-toned seriousness. People find it harder to separate the sarcasm and the jokes from his regular speech when he makes no vocal distinction, and he enjoys the discomfort it brings in others. He considers it, to a degree, payback. A taste of their own medicine. And when he wants to make it clear where his feelings lie, he’ll be picky with the words themselves. He is, if absolutely nothing else, exceptional in the area of verbal self-expression.
02 || sine sole sileo (M)
This is one of my older works and it is far from being my best, it’s terribly out of character and woobifying, but I’m fond of it as my first really long and more emotional work for the fandom. I had fun writing the first chapter out as a Twitter thread, and then expanding on it. It’s multi-chaptered and actually finished, which is something I have a hard time with!
Favorite moment, which I still actually kind of like, despite everything:
He knows the silence behind the doors, too. It’s a stillness that makes the tips of his fingers buzz. How many days has it been now? Three, four? Artemy though he’d changed the sheets, added new notations. Welcomed in the vocals, the strings, the what-ever-else accompanied performances like this in the Capital. His verses hadn’t been well-sung, but the band had started to play with him. He’d come to anticipate the thrumming percussion. A heart with its own rhythm. Footsteps that rose and fell. Words that lilted, that lead, that brought the symphony to a heightened frenzy.
But silence is a kind of noise too. Where the heart doesn’t beat. Where the voices don’t speak. Even when there is nothing, there is noise.
Artemy has to take a breath before he opens the door. He knows he won’t like what he sees, but he’s seeing so much more in his mind than will be there to greet him. His eyes shake and jostle him to great many things: a gun, a hook, a rope, stained bedsheets and curtains ripped from windows. He sees death even before his eyes adjust because he can smell it, and because he can hear it.
Twelve, he thinks.
03 || o tempora, o mores (M)
This fic was my baby! I wanted so badly to write a character struggling with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder the way I do, and while it’s not my best-performing fic for the fandom (I haven’t kept track of which one is, actually) it’s probably my favorite. I worked so hard on this one, trying to replicate what it’s like to struggle with OCD, and it felt so gratifying to do. I’m currently working on a follow-up to this one, and I’m very excited for it as well!
Favorite moment is really the whole thing, but I do like this in particular, because I feel it really resonated with how intrusive thoughts and compulsions work for me:
The self-talk gives him enough of a boost to get him through the doors of the hospital. It feels safer here, where there’s only the ill and the dead instead of the thousand living eyes trying to touch him. No one comes to bother him here, just him and Artemy and sometimes Clara and Rubin until a few days ago –
YOUR FAULT. HE IS SICK BECAUSE OF YOU. HE IS IN TROUBLE BECAUSE OF YOU. IF RUBIN DIES, IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” Daniil mutters. THE EYES KNOW THE VACCINE DIDN’T WORK. THEY ARE WAITING FOR YOU TO ADMIT IT, ADMIT THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TO PROTECT THEM SO THEY CAN HAND YOU TO THE DOGS. THEY WANT TO RIP YOUR BODY OPEN AND DEVOUR YOU. CANNIBALS, ALL OF THEM. AND YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER. “Stop it,” he repeats, and tries to dig a jagged nail into his wrist.
It won’t go. Too slippery from the ointment Victor applied. He has something in his bag to help, another jagged edge, a rusted pair of scissors lost to their original purpose. The Morae were busy here, he’d thought the first time he saw them, and had laughed at his own clever joke. But now he feels the red string is his skin.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven. (it is starting to hurt these could be infected they are dirty they are rusted,)
Eight. (but it has to be ten he has to get to ten it has to be even)
Nine. (has to be a multiple of five but even always even, no odd numbers in sight)
04 || vita in motu (E)
Heheh I’m in danger (chuckles).
I’ve only managed to get one piece of hate for this fic which I figured would draw way more ire and make me orphan it, and I’m glad I haven’t had to because I’m stupidly attached to the concept. I was trying not to go for E rated fics for this, but this fic meant so much to me to write and for something marked explicit I put a lot of thought into how I wanted to characterize Daniil for it.
So. Yeah. Publishing it was scary as hell but I’m glad I did. I also got some really nice feedback on it, and more than I expected to. I’m very happy with how it turned out.
Favorite moment was actually much longer at the start of it, though kind of like with o tempora, o mores I actually really like how the whole fic turned out. But I really liked this part because I view Artemy as someone who would be very grounding for Daniil to be with:
“Stay in the moment,” Artemy tells him, and kisses him again, kisses him slowly. “Stay here with me. I love you.”
It should be utter nonsense, to give in so quickly to this, but Artemy makes it easy. Daniil would never have seen this in his future, would not have even made this as a joke. Something had to beat down his resistance to the emotional, a pro to outweigh the cons he associated with vulnerability. Keeping tightly bound was the safest bet, the easy one. He could say he lacked emotion, and anyone would buy it. Nothing short of a miracle could drag him back to the land of the living – but then again, nothing short of a miracle could have saved this town. Artemy Burakh is a man who manufactures miracles.
05 || it’s sacrilege, you say (T)
This is the last fic that I wrote out that I took a lot of time planning instead of going “hey, I think this idea would be neat” and slapping it onto paper. And I think it turned out really well!! I almost wanted to do something darker with it, more akin to Silent Hill, but I have other ideas in mind for that kind of AU that I’ll play with later, one of which will be a sort of crossover with TMA.
Favorite moment is when I actually implied the twist, though I’m not sure you can call it a twist at all when I used proper tags:
Her eyes drift from Daniil to the wall, pivoting to look through the window. “No,” she says. “I don’t know why he made you.”
The center of Daniil’s chest feels like a flower, budded but unopened. Smooth, perhaps, but heavy to move, and his petals are made of something sharp. Crystal, maybe. And he can feel the petals start to part with her words, though they make so little sense to him. He steps forward, closer, half expecting Aspity to recoil from him, but she stays unnaturally still as he approaches. He reaches out to wet his lips, dry as sand, before he speaks. “Made me?” There’s no tone in his voice. “What do you mean, made me? And who are you talking about?”
She doesn’t turn to face him. She blinks, and lashes fall on sunken cheeks. “Do you remember how you got here, doctor?” He opens his mouth, but she’s faster. “Not to my home. To Town. Think: Can you remember how it is you came to be here?” Daniil grinds his teeth on the side of his tongue, sharp edges digging into the flesh. The flesh. The flesh . “Take your time,” she says, but it sounds like a joke. “The last train that arrived brought the menkhu, and no one else aboard it. There are no other ways into our Town.”
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Fic Meme
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I was tagged by the lovely @archeryandeyeliner! Thank you Em, this was a lot of fun!!
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Let me start by saying that I’ve written 82 fics in the past year, and it was a challenge to narrow the list down to five. The list would probably be different if I wrote this post tomorrow. But now, we are going to go with these five:
1. Love Spells in the Nightless Night
In which Magnus takes Alec out on a date where Alec learns about magic and ends up thinking about their future.
This was the first fic that came to mind when I read the rules and I knew I had to include it. I wrote it last summer and it makes me so happy. It’s a midsummer fic where Magnus takes Alec with him to collect some magic ingredients. I got to write about old finnish mythology and Alec wears a flower crown in this fic. I remember having so much fun while writing this, and it might be one of my all time favorites when it comes to fics I’ve written.
2. Worlds Colliding
In which Alec is a merperson and Magnus falls in love with him.
Most of my fics take place in the show universe, but every now and then I write something that is an AU. The writing style is different in this fic but I really like how it turned out. I remember how carried away I got with this fic when I wrote it. It was supposed to be a 500 word ficlet for Ficletinstruments but I ended up with over 2,5k words. I think this was the first time I wrote something fairytale-ish.
3. In the Shadows
In which they play in the same hockey team and are secretly dating.
For as long as I’ve written fics, I’ve wanted to write a hockey AU. I’ve also always been intrigued by Big Bang events. With this fic I finally did both! Big Bang was definitely an experience, and while I don’t normally enjoy writing under stress I managed to plan my writing well enough that the deadline didn’t cause a panic. It was definitely the push I needed to write this fic. It’s my second-longest fic, and while 12k is not a lot for some, I’m really proud of it!
4. Worried about you
In which Alec worries that their oldest son might be harming himself.
I’m not usually a fan of fics with kids, but there’s something about Malec that makes me want to write them. I also really like writing about Alec’s mental health issues, and I feel like this one turned out pretty well.
5. Dragged Away
In which Alec has to watch as Magnus goes to Edom for the third time.
I just really love to write strong emotions, and I hope I manage to write things that feel realistic, rather than too dramatic. I feel like I’ve gotten better at it! Whumptober was full of prompts that fit the theme, and this is one of my favorites that came out of it.
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This was so interesting and made me realise how much I’ve written in the past year. It was also nice to get to talk about these fics and why I like them! I want to encourage every creator who sees this to give it a try! But also,
@moonlight-breeze-44, @bytheangell, @faejilly, @riseagainphoenix, @silver-latin-and-salt and @mirrorofliterature!
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Author Interview : underthejoon
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Today is the debut of a new project. Whether it sticks around for long depends on you guys, but for now the plan is to interview one author a month. Creators are often underappreciated on here (or anywhere, for that matter), so this is me doing my part to connect our readers and writers in a meaningful way. Our first interview is with @underthejoon, someone whose work I myself have enjoyed for many years now. If you enjoyed this interview, please be sure to send in authors you’d like me to talk to for future editions, as well as any specific questions you’d like answered (except for questions about updating, that will get you a ban).
Where can your work be found?
I’m kind of a mess and so while I attempt to cross post, I’m not always great at it. All of my work can be found on my tumblr masterlist but some of my things are on Wattpad and AO3. I’m also underthejoon on both of those platforms.
Links to where readers can donate:
I made a ko-fi account ages ago that I never shared with the public because I’ve always felt guilty. Which is silly, idk why I do. But there it is!
Main bias (and why if you’d like)
So!! I have always been a Namjoon bias. From the very first time I saw them/the very first song I heard I was like yes, you. You are the one, I’m a goner!! He’s so wonderful and unique. He’s very mindful and creative and such a beacon of light to me. Plus, he’s very open with his humanity, if that makes sense? Like he is open about his therapy, his feelings about his perceived shortcomings, his excitement about finding place and things and works of art that inspire him. ALSO THOUGH, in the last year or so I’ve also become a Hoseok bias. He is just so dedicated and loving. He’s insanely talented and vastly underrated, in my opinion. And through all the back breaking work, he is kind through and through. He’s seriously just so warm and makes me really happy.
Hogwarts House :
Okay, the very first time I ever took it I was a slytherin. A few years later, I took it again and got hufflepuff. I like to think I’m a combination of the two but can see myself as more of a puff.
Describe yourself in five words:
Creative, Extroverted, Empathetic, Intuitive, Inquisitive
Current favorite BTS songs:
SO MANY, but I’ll pick 7 for 7 members. Some of these are old as hell but still currently my favorite lol. Love Maze, Love is Not Over, Outro: Her, Dimple, Tomorrow, Like, 2!3!
What was the defining moment when you decided, “Yes! I am going to write the thing!”?
For like fanfic in general? I feel like I had been reading a lot of it after “discovering” k-pop and then after a few months I was just like fuck it, I’m doing it!! I was always super into writing poetry and never thought I would be any good at anything like this but it sounded fun so here we are now.
What do you most enjoy about writing BTS fanfiction specifically?
I think it’s the community of writers. When I started my blog, I met a lot of really amazing supportive writers that I’ve managed to stay friends with and I think that makes a really big difference when you have people that can relate to you and what you’re doing.
Any tropes or au’s that you want to explore later?
I would really like to try writing some sort of supernatural creature fics. I’ve had this werewolf love triangle universe planned out forever that I would like to eventually write. Maybe like a workplace romance?
Which of your fics would you suggest for new readers?
For a completed series i’d say Piece by Piece. My WIP series, Love is Not Over is another one. For a one-shot I’d say, For You. Maybe the sweetness/make it right drabbles too.
Which of your fics is your favorite?
Piece by Piece, no doubt. I really feel proud of it and I have a hard time admitting I like anything I write.
What other fandoms do you wish you had the time to write for?
I used to write for EXO, Got7 and sometimes Monsta X and I miss it sometimes but also, I feel pretty contented in just writing for BTS. There’s a lot of inspiration there and I always felt I was being pulled in too many directions by my readers when I wrote for multiple fandoms.
What are your writing goals for the upcoming year?
I’d like to finish three series I have planned, get caught up on my collab fics and at least finish an outline for my original fiction piece I’ve been putting off!
Which writers do you read religiously?
There’s so many amazing writers on tumblr and I try as hard as I can to keep up with my mutuals when they put stuff out but sometimes it’s hard! I’m gonna be really brief because otherwise my list could go on and on. Okay, first and foremost, Shanna (@kpopfanfictrash) - she’s my best friend and a fabulous, wonderful writer. I would just like to give her a special shout out because not only does she entertain me for hours with her writing, she is very supportive of mine. Other authors I adore as humans and content creators and keep up with most regularly are @floralseokjin and @lamourche !
What is the weirdest thing you’ve had to google in the name of writing?
LOL. Hmm… I’m really boring and feel like I don’t really google that much when writing except maybe like different sex positions when i need a visual or synonyms to certain words. I’ve found some good porn though? Because visuals do help me.
Reader/OC fics within this fandom are often still looked down on and we all have to work hard to make them good enough for readers to look past their reputation. How do you combat the cringe?
TBH, I don’t think that responsibility lies on us as writers. If people don’t like certain types of writing, that’s on them and they can avoid it. Reader insert/oc fics are just as valid a genre as any. I’ve read some of the most beautiful, creative stories on this platform, some of which could be published if names were changed/reader was switched to a named OC. There’s something out there for everyone and it’s all subjective. While I might find certain things super cringey, others love it. To each their own as long as they aren’t shoving it in the faces of the people they’re writing about or being disrespectful, you know?
What is your personal guilty (or not-so-guilty) pleasure trope?
MUTUAL PINING/FRIENDS TO LOVERS. I feel like it’s so basic but I fucking love that trope and I think so many people do it so beautifully it is my absolute favorite.
What is something that you see often in other fanfics that drives you insane?
I think the only thing that really bothers me is when people romanticize abuse or other toxic/triggering topics.
Are any of the boys or ships more difficult for you to write than others?
I think I have the hardest time writing for Jimin and Taehyung but only because I feel I am the most similar to them and for whatever reason that deters me from writing about them often.
We all think we are the most hilarious person there is (even if we won’t admit it), so what is one line or scenario of yours that you like to go back to and giggle over?
Okay this was actually really difficult for me because I don’t write like any humor and don’t think I’m good at LOL. I think my only attempt at humorous writing was The New Guy in which the reader is high off her ass lying on the front lawn and thinking the world is ending then accusing Namjoon of being the Grim Reaper when he comes looking for her.
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO - A scenario as long or short as you want. Maybe 250 words or less. Godzilla is attacking the city and BTS is your rescue crew. How screwed are you?
“D-danger, you say?” Seokjin stutters.
“G-giant lizard monster headed this way?” Hoseok chokes.
The pair exchange glances then turn their focus towards you. Seokjin jerks his head towards the door and you nod in return.
“I hear what you’re saying, gentlemen,” Hoseok says as he stands on shaky legs. He grabs your hand as if to instruct you to do the same.
“And as much as we would LOVE to help you…” His grip is tighter now and you know what comes next.
Before he can finish, Seokjin shoots up from his chair and makes a mad dash towards the door. “Now, now, run, holy shit, NOW!”
Hoseok joins his friend in his haste to evacuate, dragging your nearly petrified form behind him. “No way in hell are we getting anywhere near that thing!”
Seokjin and Hoseok babble horrified nonsense between them but you can’t really decipher much of it. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you replay the name “Godzilla” in your brain.
They wanted you to rescue the city? What were they thinking?
When you reach Seokjin’s car, you have a brief moment of clarity. There are lives at stake, after all. How can you really just abandon the city when it needs a hero?
“What about everybody else?” you ask, voice small and fearful.
“Everybody else?” Seokjin huffs, putting the car in gear. He hardly gives your question a thought before he peels out of the parking lot. “Jungkook can handle everybody else. I raised him on my back, you know? It’s the least he can do!”
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[Fujimi Romero X Fem!Reader]
[+18]
[I own none of the characters or art, all credit goes to the original creators. Edits are done by me though]
[Warnings: virgin, kinda vanilla honestly, but lemon]
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"Oi, you're that girl that punched Bakugou Katsuki in the face right?" The male in front of you was from Isamu Academy High School if you recalled, you were both first years.
"Yeah, what of it?" You asked, your arms crossed over your chest as you looked at the male, a small smug smile on your lips.
"You're a pretty strong woman, I think it's kinda..." he paused, you noticed a light blush on his cheeks.
"Hot." He said.
You almost laughed at his reaction making him blush even more.
"That's one way to flirt pretty boy, what is it you want exactly?" You asked as you poked his cheek with your index finger giving the male a grin.
"Uh... I'm not... well I am in a way." His fumbled over his words making you chuckle again.
"Hey, you don't need to be so nervous around me... uh..." a pause.
"Fujimi Romero." He said.
"Ah, well I'm Y/N L/N, it's a pleasure to meet ya, you can call me Y/N." You told him giving him a firm handshake.
"Ah, Fujimi then..." he then added on.
....
That's how you two first met...
You were both pro heroes now and well...
Gods wow you never expected yourselves to be in sharing a rather heated kiss, his hands roaming your naked body with no hesitation, he was equally just as naked as you.
Gods you were so happy, it taken a long time for the two of you to get to this point in your relationship and you were proud.
"You're... you're so beautiful Y/N..." his voice was low, guttural. It made your body vibrate beneath him.
His tongue trailing along your ear as his hands now fondled your breasts, quiet moans escaping your lips.
"And it's all yours... I'm all yours...~♡" you moaned out, his one hand now trailing down to dip two fingers into your heat making you moan out quietly, his fingers were deep, your walls already gripping tight onto his finger.
"And your so tight... fuck princess your so tight and wet for me...~" he growled as he moved down.
Fuijimi shifted so he could get his face in line with your pussy as his fingers pumped in and out of your soaked hole.
He leaned over dragging his tongue along your clit making you buck your hips slightly against him.
"Hey hey, keep those hips down baby girl~" he hummed against your clit making you almost shake beneath him.
His fingers didn't stop moving and neither did his mouth, both which took you over the edge.
He took no hesitation in lapping up your sweet juices as you slowly came back down from your high.
"Such a good girl~" he cooed, giving you a small grin, it made you blush a little, but your thoughts were soon consumed the moment he leaned up and kissed your lips pulling his fingers from your sopping hole, running his four fingers over it to ease you down a little.
You mumble his name against his lips and he hummed.
"You ready baby?" He asked pulling back from your lips, running his free hand through your hair as he grabbed the condom you two saved for tonight.
Given to him by one of his old classmates apparently.
Regardless you gave the male an eager nod and he stroked your cheek softly before he leaned down and kissed you deeply, distracting you from the sensation of his cock into you.
It was slow, somewhat soft, of course that would be normal since it was both your first times.
He pulled back from the kiss asking you;
"Are you okay?"
"Do you want me to stop...?"
"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
The standard things, but you assured him that you were okay.
Once his cock was pressing against the deepest parts of your sweet little cunt, you couldn't help but whimper, adjusting to his size.
He allowed you to adjust...
Waiting for your okay.
"P-please move Fujimi...~" your voice came out in a quiet moan making him smile a little, he peppered some soft kisses along your cheeks before he started moving.
His hands were holding you close, allowing you to thread your fingers through his hair as he moved within you, his thrusts were gentle at first, allowing you to get use to the sensation, however the moment you whined his name...
His hips picked up pace, hearing the way you whined his name like that made him keep hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
Burying his face in your neck.
You could feel yourself getting closer to your second orgasm for the night, making you moan his name over and over again.
He grunted and almost growled that he was about to cum too.
You both felt each other, the way the other tensed up, the way his cock pulsed inside your tightening cunt had the both of you moaning each others names out as you both became undone.
Riding out your orgasms, your smaller body trembling against Fujimi's.
He pulled back admiring your sweat covered features with a smile, the way those dark hues lit up as he stared down at your smaller frame.
"I... I think I'm madly in love with you, Y/N." He mumbled as he cupped your cheek softly making you smile brightly.
'"You cheesy flirt... I'm madly in love with you." Was all you answered before kissing your boyfriend, your lover.
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[Some soft hours boys, gals and non-binary pals]
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Hey I have a request for creators chosen, if u feel like writing a mini scene! Can we see Marinette bringing in Felix something like his favorite treat form the bakery or a specialized scarf or something because he's been really stressed by deadlines or family or something? If you feel like it or have time for it it would be pretty cool :)
HI! I’m so glad you asked. You absolutely inspired me for a little in-between chapter.
I hope you like it, it’s a bit off of what you asked for but it is canon for my story and leads to the next chapter.
Chapter one Chapter two Chapter three
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Plan F
Marinette was glad that there hadn’t been any more akuma’s since stoneheart. With how exhausted she was in the last week from the cure and purification she didn’t think she would have been any help.
Tikki said it was likely Hawkmoth was similarly exhausted. The things he did weren’t supposed to happen and would exact a heavy cost from him. That was a relief.
Over the past week she and Alya had grown closer, though she was a bit uncomfortable with Alya’s obsession with the hero’s identities. She and Felix had also grown closer over the past week.
She’d given Felix one of her extra binders, she made It with a planner built in and plenty of folders. It was one of her’s so customized to her needs but she’d give him a new one later.
He’d also started going to art club with Nathaniel. Apparently, they’d bonded over their dislike of people and like of art in the back. Marinette was glad, neither of them were good with people. She was really happy that she got to spend time with them too, turns out that Felix was a bit of a designer as well.
Adrien apparently took after their mom, modeling the clothes and standing in the spotlight. Felix took more after his father, a designer and content to stand behind the scenes.
He didn’t make any clothes mind you, wasn’t much of a seamster, but he did design some. And what Marinette had seen so far showed that he was rather skilled at it as well.
And so Marinette got used to seeing him fairly often.
She recognized his moods; how he despised the mornings and always forgot breakfast; how despite him always forgetting breakfast, he never forgot his assignments; how he was always dressed neatly and cleanly; how his tone was generally polite but he held a biting tone to use on those that annoyed him; how he was never ever bothered by anything.
So, when she was back to full strength and working on a dress in club she noticed how his mood was shifting. He was hurrying his work, losing papers, snapping at people quicker and quicker for things he used to ignore. When he came to school without his vest today, she knew something was wrong.
She worried about it all through morning classes. And when class let out for lunch, she checked on him, only to be assured that he was perfectly fine. She frowned but moved to lunch. She was half-way there when she realized she forgot Tikki’s extra cookies in her locker. She murmured a soft apology and turned to go back to the lockers
“It’s fine Marinette, just grab them quick so you can get your lunch.”
She hurried to the locker room and slipped in, only to pause when she heard the arguing.
“You’re only going to get us both in trouble! Father said that you had to go home for lunch and now you’re trying to sneak out again? I vouched for you! I vouched for you and you’re ju-“
“Oh come on! Father is never mad at you, it’ll be fine. I’m just having fun, it’s not hurting anyone. I just want my freedom!”
She slid down the wall, sneaking to peak around the lockers.
“You’ll get your freedom when you pass the probation. Honestly Adrien, I don’t know how you’ve been sneaking away but it stops now.”
“Well, that’s my secret. I’m not telling. And I’m not stopping either. Father won’t give us a birthday party so I’m gonna have fun while I can!”
The Agreste brothers?
“This is-… this is about the birthday party. This whole mess. You’re doing this cause Father said no to a party!”
“Mom would’ve let me! It’s not fair, I just want to be a normal kid!”
“Mom always said no to the parties, every year. She and Father stood together on that Adrien. Or did you forget so quickly?”
“Felix-“
“No. You will go to the car and go home right now. I’m not dealing with this anymore. Let’s go.”
Marinette shrunk back as Felix dragged Adrien out of the locker room.
“Well that was interesting, looks like they’re having a fight.” Tikki slid out of the bag to hover in front of Marinette.
“Yeah, and it sounds like something happened to their mom. And Adrien is getting Felix in trouble. This must be why he’s been so stressed!” She straightened.
“You’re right! Poor Felix, his brother certainly isn’t making things easy for him. Though it’s a shame they can’t have the birthday ceremony, I hear it’s very important.”
Marinette nodded, “Mm, let’s get the cookies, I have planning to do.”
There wasn’t much Marinette could do about Adrien. He was a pain, but she had no control over him. Felix stuck his neck out to get Adrien into school and he was throwing it back in his face. As Chloe would say, ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. She could help Felix in other ways though.
The twins birthday was just over a week away. She would use this time to help Felix relax, and then she’d make sure they got to celebrate.
Marinette made it so her cousin could have a party after that kidnapping attempt, M. Agreste was fairly famous himself. It wasn’t out of mind that he could be worried about something similar.
And thus Plan F was born.
She prepared her supplies. Six morning alarms, one palmier, one cheese Danish, one plain croissant, and that days specialty coffee.
She got up early and gathered her supplies, then took off, making it to school with more than enough time for her plan.
She quickly moved up to Felix, sitting in his normal seat.
She drew a bright smile up, “Morning Felix, how’re you doing today?”
He peered at her, “Well, and you?”
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking!” She plopped the bag of pastries on the desk in front of him and placed the coffee, black with sugar and cream packets on the side.
He blinked, “What’s this?”
“I noticed you’ve been a bit stressed lately. So, I thought I’d bring you a pick me up. They’re from my parent’s bakery, freshly made. And a coffee since it’s so early.”
His eye’s widened, “I see… Thank you Marinette,” he took a glance into the bag and swallowed, “I appreciate the gift, but you didn’t need to.”
“It’s fine,” she chirped, “I wanted too. I hope you like them.”
She hurried down to her seat, satisfied with her success.
The next day she brought a new coffee, and some assorted croissants.
Felix thanked her once more, his gaze sharp as he watched her.
She simply smiled and turned back to her seat, he seemed a bit more put together today.
That day passed quickly. Her plans for a small party drafted with the editing to be done.
Felix also seemed to be watching her that day. She noticed that he finished the coffee quickly and hummed, so he liked Café Crème. Good to know.
She brought assorted danishes the next day, and another Café Crème.
Her party plans were nearly finalized. Now she needed to schedule a meeting.
Felix stopped her the next morning, “You really don’t need to keep giving me food Marinette.”
“It’s fine Felix, I just want to help,” She smiled brighter when his gaze flickered, his brow furrowed slightly, “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to.”
He sighed and nodded, “Thank you, I really do appreciate it, but really, don’t keep doing it. It’s too much.”
Marinette frowned but agreed.
That night she called her aunt for advice, backups it was.
Then next morning she cheerfully walked up to his desk, coffee in hand, and gave him a set of sketching pencils. She placed the coffee on his desk and hurried off before he could stop her.
She’d scheduled her meeting for that afternoon. She had work to do.
She quickly changed after school, putting on neat black slacks with cherry blossoms patterned on the side, a faded pink shirt, and a black blazer bearing more cherry blossoms. She threw her hair up in a ponytail for extra affect. Dress to impress.
She hurried off to Felix’s house as quickly as possible, he was at art club and Adrien had a photo shoot so no one would interrupt.
She was ready.
“Enter”
She quickly smoothed down her pants and straightened her blazer before stepping inside. She needed to look professional.
“How can I help you mademoiselle… “ Her idol stood in front of her, one of the king’s of fashion. He stared at her coolly, eyebrow raised in question.
“I’m Mari- Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Don’t stutter, come on, she could do this, “I’m here to talk about Felix and Adrien’s birthday.”
His eyes narrowed, “If this is an attempt to get them a party I would suggest you leave now.”
She took a deep breath, rubbing her cherry blossom bracelet, “It is sir, but please he me out. I understand you don’t want to put them in danger, but I have an offer that could help.”
“You have three minutes,” his gaze was like ice, staring into her and peeling back her layers. Deep breaths Marinette.
“I understand that as you’re rather well known your sons may be in danger, especially with a large party. So I am proposing a smaller party of less than ten people in the park near the school.”
She pulled out her tablet and swiped to an image of the park.
“All food would be provided from my parents bakery,” She swiped to an image of one of their order platters, “My dad and aunt would be at the party to supervise.”
She eyed him warily, his expression gave nothing away, “I’ve prepared a possible guest list for the party with three friends for Felix, from our class and art club, and two for Adrien, both from our class. This can of course be adjusted as you feel.” She felt Tikki press against her reassuringly.
She flipped to the page with names and pictures of the students, along with contact information.
“All the music is age appropriate, I have a list as well. I suggest the date for the party being the Saturday after their birthday. This would leave the day mostly free for any time to schedule the party, and it would act as extra protection being four days after their birthday.
She hesitated, “All of this can be adjusted to your preferences… Ah… Any questions?”
He studied her, completely silent for a moment, “You planned all this out yourself?”
“Yes sir.”
“For… Felix?”
“Yes sir, he’s my friend.”
He tilted his head, gaze on her tablet now, “Very well. I will allow this party. Three other bodyguards will be present as well, to insure safety. The date you picked is satisfactory.”
His gaze lifted back to hers, “Email that to Nathalie, she will coordinate with you after looking it over.”
Marinette resisted the urge to cheer, “Yes sir. You won’t regret it.”
“I’d best not,” His gaze lingered for another moment, then he turned back to his computer. “Don’t inform them yet, it will remain a surprise. Nathalie will send out the invitations.”
Marinette was dismissed. She paused in the hall to send the powerpoint to Nathalie and then left the mansion.
She had enough self control to wait until she got outside and turned the corner before she squealed, cheering as she spun around, “I did it!” She did a little victory dance.
“That was brilliant Marinette, I’m very proud of you.” Tikki poked her head out the purse to grin at Marinette.
“Thanks Tikki, I’m really glad it worked.” Marinette calmed herself, there was still a lot to do. Best get started.
She hurried to the bakery, her success and Tikki’s praise buoying her.
Plan F was a success.
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No picture for this one, I’ll post one Saturday since I don’t have the next chapter done yet.
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