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The Sisterhood of Feminine Treachery (S.O.F.T.) and their ex member (he transitioned)
#cuppyart#league of super evil#dr. kitty pinkerton#misty fortune#bauble the clown#remington diamonds
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(center Tangerine icon by @cherriedt that was linked on pinterest, and the rest of them are just from pinterest :/, and the pictures of the necklace and the dress aren't meant to show the reader, just the kind of outfit I was picturing, it just happened to be Dua Lipa's met gala necklace and Lady Gaga)
Requested by my love and my life (but I forgot to put this under that and I'm in too deep) @loving-and-dreaming thank you for everything you've ever sent me, asked me, or tagged me in <33<333
Warnings: None graphic violence, bruising, bleeding, language (duh), smoking and sickeningly rich people el oh el
WC: 2.7k and not proof read
When your mother invited you to one of her friends’ charity galas, this is hardly how you expected the night to go. You slipped into that black velvet gown that she offered you, with the perfect neckline to show off the necklace that was a gift from both your parents for your last birthday. The one with the fat diamond right in the center. It was certainly the gem to talk about. It even made quite a few headlines.
And it was certainly the talk of tonight, with half the conversations you had almost certainly leading to their eyes being drawn to your chest within the first 30 seconds. And for a masquerade, it was quite hard to remain anonymous when the thing was practically a shimmering name tag. Which was a fact you came to regret sooner rather than later.
About an hour after you arrived, after finding your table with your parents and greeting your friends, another masked man asked you to dance. He was tall, with quite the head of thick brown hair, and a hell of a mustache. But there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place, as you made polite conversation on the ballroom floor. His accent, maybe.
“May I ask where you’re from?”
“Oh well, that’s hardly the point of a masquerade now, love.” You spun away on cue and he drew you back in. “It’s about the mystery.” And with that the waltz ended with his chest against your back and your breathing heavier than it has been with any other partner that night. You tried to clear your throat quietly, with the way he was breathing down your neck. He was so overwhelming, what with his deep blue suit in such subtle contrast to the sea of black you were swimming in, and the strength of his arms that he didn’t use against you, but with you as he led you through the dance.
You twirled out of his arms and bowed along with the rest of the ladies on the floor. You nodded in gratitude for the dance then left to go find your friends with a shake of your head. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”
“Looking a little winded there,” your closest, and most likely only true friend, Remington (or Remy to you), offered you her arm as you aimed for the restroom in hopes of a chance to catch your breath. Once inside, you reached into one of your deep pockets that were hiding beneath the voluminous fabrics of your skirt to pull out a small pack of cigarettes. You slipped one of the few remaining sticks between your lips and fumbled through your other pocket for the lighter you couldn’t reach. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“You have a better one?” Remy sighed and took her zippo out of her little handbag. “Thank you, dahlin’,” you put on an accent like the man you’d danced with.
“Ooh, so you’ve met the mysterious gentleman.”
“Dance with him too.”
“Oh my.”
“Oh yes.” You looked over your makeup in the mirror and checked your hair.
“Why does it smell like cherries?”
“They’re flavored.”
“That’s literally worse than smoking on its own.”
“I know but…cherries.” You took a final drag then stamped it out on the side of the sink and brushed the ashes down the drain. “Alright, gotta go get yelled at by my mother.”
You both gave each other salutes before you went back out into the hall and she went into a stall. There was a strange sound coming from around the other corner of the hallway towards the ballroom. It was most likely some sleazy billionaires’ sons thinking much higher of themselves than anyone should, so it was best to move on back to your table.
The whole time you sat there, you’d often catch eyes with the mysterious man from earlier. You didn’t see him dance with anyone else, but when you looked at him and looked like you meant to really look at him, and leaned back in your chair, he took that as a sign to ask you for another dance.
He wordlessly offered you his hand, which you took with more grace than he’s ever seen. He led you to the floor with a hand on the small of your back and you both assumed your positions for the most intimate dance of the night, it wasn’t too fast but it was very intricate and required you to trust your partner.
The music started and he was the best partner you’ve ever had. The way he lead you was perfect, every dip was like being held as a feather, every lift felt like floating, and every step was like walking on water. “You smell like cherries…and smoke.” He said as he brought you down from the lift.
“Hmm.”
“Didn’t think to share?”
“Didn’t think you’d be interested.” You slid your hand over his left shoulder as the dance required and flicked his gold hoop with your finger.
“How’d you learn to dance like this?” He spun you out again and
“Swiss boarding school,” you answered as if it was obvious.
“Figures.” You didn’t see the way he looked down at your necklace over your shoulder, you felt it more. “Dance with me again, love?” He turned his head so you felt his words too.
You hummed a yes and resumed your positions. 3 dances later, he tilted his head to one of the doorways that lead to a vast balcony. You nodded in agreement and took the arm he offered.
Once you were out there, alone, the only sounds were the busy city below you and the flick of his lighter behind you. You braced your hands on the railing behind you and watched the way the light of the small flame refracted through his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Once he brought his hand down you saw the slim cigarette and then smelt the cherries that followed. “That’s not yours.”
He put that hand down next to you on the railing and stood right in front of you, almost caging you in. “It’s much nicer to share, love.”
“You expect me to share my things when you won’t even share your name?”
“I don’t recall you tellin me yours either.”
“Didn’t think I had to.”
“Really?” His accent seemed more present now when he was all you could hear, not the music or the bustling crowd. “She’s that sure of herself, eh?”
“I can’t help it if most people, especially in a crowd like this, know who I am. Are you telling me you don’t?”
He used his other hand to flick the ashes off over the railing, now really caging you in. You took it from him when he was bringing it up to his mouth, drawing a smooth breath while he gave you a disapproving twitch of his mustache. He didn’t answer your question beyond a shrug.
“I can’t even get a first name out of you? Nothing?”
“How’s Tangerine?”
You smirked with a scoff of a laugh, he didn’t look very happy with that. “Like the fruit?”
“Yes, like the–”
“Your mother named you after a little orange?”
“She didn’t– No, it’s an alias.”
“Ooh, a code name then?”
“Yes.”
“What for? You hiding from something?”
“In a sense.”
“I think you’d have to be. A fake name and a mask, I think you mean business.”
“And what do you fancy that business is?” He traced a finger down your collarbone to the chain of your necklace until he reached the large stone resting on your chest. Usually, such a thing, focusing only on the jewelry, would be an absolute turnoff. But for some reason, it was different when he did it.
“I’d say something–” You were cut off by a strange figure moving at the other end of the balcony. “What was…” It was his turn to smirk at that as another man emerged from the shadows. He was a little bit taller than “Tangerine,” and his coily hair was bleached almost to white besides the roots, but he had the same earring.
“Evenin’, I’m Lemon.”
You rolled your eyes at what your night has come to, you knew better than to go anywhere with strangers with masks and no name. “Oohh, Lemon and Tangerine, clever,” you bit sarcastically and pushed Tangerine off of you a little harder than he must have been expecting with the way he stumbled back.
Lemon looked at Tangerine like he expected such a reaction. “Listen, love,–”
“I’m not your ‘love’,” you mocked his accent and Tangerine tilted his head with his eyebrows raised and his lips in a thin straight line. With a wave of your hand, you let him go on.
“You’re gonna keep the mask on, we’ll walk outta here, real calm, and it’ll all be over soon.”
“I’d really rather not.” You went to take a step back inside but Tangerine caught your arm. Again, really not how you wanted your night to go. You rolled your head to the side and looked at him like he was boring you. You wrenched your arm from his grip and Lemon tried to catch you too, but you ducked under that and landed a swing to Tangerine’s cheek, knocking his mask to the ground. This was one of those rare occasions that he looked better under the mask, but there was no time to dwell on that when he lunged towards you. You dodged that as well, but it was difficult for them to keep you away from the doors and windows so no one inside would notice, and it was difficult for you to watch both of them at once and also move in such a dress.
It was quite a tussle, “Where did you learn to fuckin fight like this?!” Tangerine groaned as you had one arm around his neck and the other under his arm coming over yours, only restricting him as much as you needed to get him to stop.
“Swiss boarding school.”
Lemon huffed with his hands on his knees then stepped towards you. You pushed Tangerine at him and ran to the nearest door. Just as you were stepping into the ballroom, hair a mess and cheek smudged with makeup and blood from one of Tangerine’s rings, someone stepped in front of you and blocked your path. It a second to recognize them but with a blink it was all too clear. Remy pushed you back and Tangerine had you by both wrists behind you.
“Let’s go then,” she said definitively, making you laugh. “What?” She barked.
“Like this? As if everyone isn’t looking at me anyway, I think they might if I look like this.”
“You don’t look any worse than usual.”
“Remington, that is a ridiculous thing to say, and no, I mean people might fucking notice if I look like I’m being kidnapped.”
She nodded to the man behind you and after a sharp strike to the back of your head, you were out.
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You woke with a twitch of your nose and a throbbing pain to your left cheek and right temple. There was a tickling on your eyelid that made you want to sneeze, and you could feel the cold of the bathroom tile through your skirts. “Stop moving.”
“Can I fucking breathe for a second? Jesus Christ.” She backed off from you and held up the makeup brushes in annoyed surrender.
“Put the mask back on, then we’ll go.”
“Go where?”
“It might be easier if you stay quiet, love.”
You went to push yourself up but your hands were restrained behind your back so you you suffered with turning your aching neck to look at Tangerine instead, noticing his tie was missing. “Might be easier if you let me go, and you kidnap literally anyone any less recognizable.”
He cracked his knuckles and looked like he was going to step towards you but Lemon held him back and started talking about what sounded like Thomas the Tank Engine. The choo choo’s Lemon was saying were not helping their case.
Remington grabbed your chin and looked you over. “You look fine. Put your mask on.” She threw it at you then seemed angry when you didn’t act immediately. Tangerine came behind you and lifted you up and Lemon stood in front and did your mask. In all their years, he had to have been the least professional of all their clientele.
“Is this how you typically spend your Saturdays?”
“Kidnapping ridiculously rich women for other ridiculously rich women?” Lemon asked and you nodded. “It’s usually our day off.”
“You were a special case.” Tangerine said as he untied your wrists and redid his tie.
“How sweet.” You shook out your wrists and Remington took you through back through the halls leading to the ballroom.
You want to run up to one of the guards or guests or literally anyone, you want to throw elbows and break Remington’s jaw, but you don’t know what they have on them, you don’t know if they’re working with anyone else. It’s best to go along with it and keep everyone else safe, just keep your wits about you and your head high. It’s not like you were particularly visible at the moment, walking close to the wall with Tangerine on your left and Lemon on the right between you and the rest of the crowd with both your hands in the crook of their elbows. Your face must have betrayed the depth of your thoughts since Tangerine put his other hand on top of yours, funny of him to try and comfort you when he’s more than aiding in your kidnapping. “Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey.”
“Sorry.” You tried to find some humor in his sarcasm but the reality was tumbling at you too fast and your cheek was beginning to bruise.
“Like I said, it’ll be over soon.”
There was a black car waiting outside, and at least Lemon held the door open for you to get in the back seat then helped make sure none of your skirt got caught in the door. He sat with you and Tangerine drove while Remington sat in the passenger seat. It was hard to stifle a scoff when she tried to put her hand on his wrist as he shifted, only for him to immediately bring it back to the wheel. It was a busy European city, difficult to navigate its crowded streets but he managed.
“Can you roll down the window a little bit? I need some air.” You asked sweetly, meekly so they might be more inclined to acquiesce. Besides the initial fight and your sharp tongue, Tangerine thought you’d been quite cooperative, so he lowered it a few inches.
Just enough space for you to unclasp your necklace and throw it out the window. It was at that horrific moment that the car slowed down exponentially and in the instant Remington saw what you did she let out a horrific scream. Yelling “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!?!?” at the top of her lungs like you threw her ten million dollar necklace out the window, not your own. She jumped out the car to go find it and slammed the door behind her just as the traffic was letting up.
“Did she pay you already?” You said hurriedly.
“You think we’d be dealing with her shit if she didn’t.”
“So you’ll drive?”
“To get away from that fuckin bitch? Anything.” He slammed his foot on the gas and wove between cars.
“What about your necklace?” Lemon asked.
“This one?” You pulled it out of your deep pocket and they both whooped and laughed at your cunning.
“You’re something else, love.”
“Thank you.”
“So, where to?” Still going top speed on the now open road.
“Wherever you like.”
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NAVIGATION
My name is Ro, though you may know me from my main blog (@jorisjurgen) and art blog (@atchamcrepin). On this blog I had posted random dissections of Dofus Aux Tresors episodes in a rewatch liveblog format, and now post about other Jurgen-Crepin related things.
My goal is to solve Crepin-Jurgen related lore.
Things to know:
This was my uhhh. 6th-11th rewatch of this show. Who even knows anymore.
I welcome any lore related asks, even if I may not know something.
I only tag posts with character names if I think I analysed them at least a little, or if the post is quite informative (has trivia that isn't available in any of the shows).
I hope not to spam the tags too much & that it will be entertaining in some way.
※ Please read on desktop/in your mobile browser. Chronological tag links are broken on tumblr's mobile app.
[read the liveblog from the start] or read any of the following:
Character Analysis + trivia:
※ Both the separate analysis posts, and the analysis included within some of the liveblogs.
Atcham Crepin
Joris Jurgen
Kerubim Crepin
Non-Liveblog Parts of this blog:
MMO dialogues and lore compilation
Translations (coming probably not soon)
Official art collection
Dofus: Aux Trésors de Kérubim:
1. Kerubim
2. Luis' Blues
3. Stirch Hunt
4. The Infernal Hourglass
5. Welcome to YeCh'Tich's
6. Dance against the Boowolves
7. Bashi the Shark
8. Pandala's Chichala
9. The Legendary Unikron
10. Vax's Living Art
11. The Hairy Archelmet
12. The Great Glucid
13. A Diamond for Ruby
14. Koalak Quack
15. Teeny Keke
16. West of Astrub
17. Toothache
18. The Pyrofuego
19. The Judgement of the Twelve
20. My Friend Bashi
Mid-Show Break:
The Wheel of Destiny #8 - Kerubim Crepin
Dofus Heroes: Kerubim
Trying to understand the Aux Tresors novels (Without reading the actual novels in question)
Dofus: Aux Trésors de Kérubim:
21. A Bow Meow on the Moon
22. The Giant Ploomers
23. Like a Snapper in the Water
24. Scams, Crimes, and Tentacles
25. SOS Adventures
26. A Hairy Mystery
27-29. Ecaflip City
30. Bonta Folie's
31. The Break
32. Pupuce's Life
33. Noffoub's Foutnain
34. Heads for no Tails
35. The Gobbal Set
36. The Ding-Dong Belt
37. The Charming Justicars
38. Dragokart Race
39. The Love Killer
40. The Beginning
41. The Sword of Nine Tails
42. The Trial
43. The Dream Mixer
44. My Papycha, the Secondhand Dealer
45. The Charming Justicars 2
46. The Hacienda's Fever
47. Indie
48. Role Plays
49. The Jellivision
50. Deadly Charm
51. High-Temperature Trap
52. Goodbye
Pre-Movie Off-Topic Break:
What do we know about Joris le Sans-Pouvoir? (Aka, addressing the “cancelled Nintendo DS game”-shaped elephant in the room.)
The Floor Plan of The House + Reference Pics
Random Joris Lore that won't fit into any other post
Documenting the "20th Anniversary of Ankama" map with commentary by Joris and Kerubim
Card Game Lore overview
Exploring dofus-la-serie.com
Pre-Movie Comic Break:
Lance Dur Comic #5 - The Third Death
The Wheel of Destiny #1 - Atcham
Julith et Jahash
Les Dessous de Dofus
Dofus Manga (But only the bits with Atcham, Kerubim, or Joris)
Dofus, Livre 1 : Julith
There are... a lot of posts in this tag.
Post-Movie Break:
An Afterword: talking about Welsh and Shedar
Exploring dofus-le-film.com (and other events surrounding the movie)
Dofus: The Production (speculation & artbook discussion)
Reviewing merch (Without buying the merch in question)
Pre-Wakfu Break:
Remington (But only the bits with Joris)
Other games (a lot less lore)
Dofus choose-your-own-adventure novels/gamebooks
Dofus and Wakfu MMOs (A LOT MORE LORE)
Wakfu (the bits that have Jojo Jurgen's Bizarre Adventure):
Wakfu (Seasons 1-2)
Wakfu (Manga)
Wakfu (OVA)
Wakfu (Season 4)
Wakfu - The Great Wave (Manga)
The Post-Wakfu media:
Waven MMO
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Dripping | Remington x Vera
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A/N: Happy Friday everybody. My depression streak has reemerged, but I'm trying my best to come out of it though. I wrote and edited this after the first instalment and it's been kinda nice to focus on something new; kind of wanna' treat it as a series of short pieces as opposed to a longer whole. So if you wanna' you can consider this part two.
Warnings: smut, pure and unadulterated smut
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When the crew weren't heisting and pocketing jewels, they had to lay low. And the best way for them to lay low was stay stuck in middle-wage, go no where jobs so they wouldn't blow their cover. It would still be a while before they could move the diamonds and get their payout, anyway.
Vera worked ten hours a day, six days a week at a higher-end retail boutique in the city. She loved to pick through the products they'd ship in, as well as listen in on some of the events the upper-class ladies would gossip about. They had no idea that they just added to The Bastards' list of probably targets.
She was the last person to lock up and leave on a dusty weekday evening, changed out of her dress shirt and slacks and comfy in shorts and a band shirt. The back way of the strip was a quieter, not very popular way for tourists to take of course, though Vera had learned long ago it made for a better shortcut for her to catch her bus home. However, on nights like tonight, when the prospect of the bus just didn't sit well with her, Vera was delighted when she stepped into the empty street and spotted Remington and his car.
The headlights cut through the dimming desert horizon, illuminating him from behind. His long black hair fell tousled around his shoulders, matching the worn Iron Maiden muscle-tee he wore so proudly. Remington lit up as soon as he saw her and he hopped off the car hood.
"Hi," she drawled as he walked towards her, "What're you doing here?"
"I got off at the garage early and thought to myself -- you know what?" he replied, his dashing smile plastered to his face, "My girl does so much for me, I should really go and pick her up from work tonight,"
"That's very sweet of you," Vera smiled. He took her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss, closing out as much space as he could between them. Vera wound her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair and the sharp smell of engine oil and his cologne stung at her nose.
"I missed you," he whispered against her lips, his hand slipping down to her butt. He gave her an affectionate squeeze and Vera shivered.
"Was it really just me you missed?" she giggled.
"I missed all of you," before she knew it, Remington lifted her up and placed her on the car hood, nearly falling into her as he slammed his lips against hers. He revelled in hearing her moan against him.
"Let's go," he murmured softly, stepping back so Vera could hop down. She hopped into the shot gun and he started the car, pulling into the street and barrelling down the road. The Vegas strip dissipated into the desert horizon, the rocky sand filtered in the gorgeous hue of golden hour.
The windows were cracked and a Chase Atlantic record was playing through the radio set. Vera loved feeling her long hair bluster through the wind, but even more so she loved watching Remington drive. He was always so concentrated, his knuckles were tight around the steering wheel and he sometimes liked to sing along to the music. Vera always mentioned that if they'd gone down a different path of life, he would've done so well as a singer. He didn't half believe her sometimes, but he couldn't deny he did like to sing.
Vera's daydreaming was interrupted however, she looked down when she felt a gentle tickle crawl up her leg. His palm was warm on her thigh, his thumb gently caressing her soft skin. Another aspect she admired about Remington was his ability to multitask, her excitement hiking as his hand crawled further up her thigh. Vera was tentative as she looked up at him, it was clear he was trying to bite back his smug smirk. She shook her head.
"Remi,"
"Yes, Vera?"
"... Pull over, please?" she mewled like a bratty kitten, her top teeth butting down on her lip.
His smile held the glimmer of the devil, his hand squeezed soothingly over her inner thigh. He obliged her with glee and pulled over into the desert. He drove a little ways away from the highway, being sure no lookie-loos would catch them.
Remington lit up a cigarette while Vera raided the glove box to flick through his stash of mini liquor bottles. He always liked having a few on hand should the occasion to celebrate arise, even if it was as small as making it through a tough work day. Vera stopped however when she found a velvet bag tucked off to the side, a sharp tinkling emanating as she nudged it.
"What is this?" she asked as she pulled it out.
Remington nearly choked on his puff of smoke, coughing and waving his smoke billow away, "Fuck. I forgot about that. I wanted to surprise you," he admitted.
Vera eyed him skeptically as she drew the drawstrings apart, her eyes blew out wide as she pulled out the sparkling jewelry piece. The Warhol necklace, twinkling and casting iridescent patterns across the car interior.
Her breath hitched in her throat, "How -- oh my God! Remington!" she laughed, somewhat baffled but she knew how brazen Remington liked to be. He smirked coyly.
"Don't tell Sebastian," he giggled, "C'mon, turn around,"
Her eyes widened, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah! C'mon!" he took the necklace and Vera turned in her seat, holding up her hair. She shivered as the diamond crackled across her neck, the cool a welcome relief to the thick humidity slick on skin. Vera pulled down the visor mirror to admire the gorgeous piece. It clashed with her high-neck t-shirt but she couldn't find much to complain about, it was easily the most beautiful thing she had ever worn.
Remington meanwhile sat back in his seat, admiring her natural beauty being accentuated with the dripping jewelry. The unease in her eyes told him she was unsure, but he would do everything in his power to convince her how stunning she looked.
"What do you think?" she asked, biting her lip now for an overall different reason.
He shook his head in near disbelief, "You are so fucking beautiful," he gaped.
Vera broke out into a blushing grin, "Yeah?"
"Yes," he mired, "But then you make everything beautiful,"
"Oh, shut up," Vera giggled, stroking her fingers across the diamonds, "The guys are gonna' kill you if they found out,"
"Emphasis on if," he took another drag from his cigarette, "Because if I have it my way, they're not gonna' find out,"
"Oh?" she popped a brow, "And what does your way entail, exactly?"
Her smirk grew dark, licking his lips hungrily as he crushed the cigarette swiftly in his hand and tossed it out the window, "You sitting on me, for one," he replied coyly.
"Which part of you?" Vera smirked back.
He swore he would melt on the spot when she smiled like that. He gasped dramatically, "Naughty girl!" he moved across the console to kiss her, needy and breathless as he seemingly drew the air from her lungs.
In an instant her hands were in his hair, his thick locks curling through his fingertips and she scratched across his scalp. He pulled away from her momentarily so he could move his seat back and give her plenty of room to crawl over and straddle his lap. He was becoming hard beneath her and her need for him to take her grew with each passing second.
Remington moved his hands along her waist, slipping under her shirt and roaming across her warm skin. He made quick work to clip off her bra and moving to massage her soft boobs. Vera had always been a little self conscious of them, she always thought they were too saggy and too small. Her opinion on her body changed after she met Remington, he worshipped every single inch of her body, told her over and over again how beautiful she was. She supposed it was a concept of repetition; hearing positive reinforcement over and over again you may begin to believe it. Feeling his caresses across her burning skin also certainly helped.
He looked up at her through dark lashes, lifting her shirt and pressing his lips to the lowest part of her ribs. She gasped as he bit her softly before licking across the same spot. Her hands left his hair to reach behind her to unfasten the necklace.
Remington pulled away from her, "What're you doing?" he asked.
"I'm taking off the necklace," Vera replied matter-of-factly.
He shook his head, reaching to pull her hands away, "Don't, leave it,"
She thought he was joking at first, chuckling under her breath, "I have half of last week's lottery on my chest, are you out of your mind?"
There was this wolfish grin he aced every time, something that was very much his, and it made Vera shiver with desire every time, "Absolutely," he pulled her closer to him, shifting so his erection bumped against her thigh, "I'm so fucking lucky right now,"
The prospect of wearing this million dollar necklace frightened her a little, knowing they had to sell it off in a few months. At the same time, it was so exciting. Vera was becoming lightheaded, either from the heat or the adrenaline and power coursing through her but she didn't care. She didn't hesitate as Remington pulled her shirt over her head, careful not to tangle up the diamonds. She shivered again as the cold stones rested on her bare chest, a sharp, delicious contrast to his warm lips wrapping around her nipple. Her own hands made quick work of his belt and unfastened his jeans.
He swore he may have jumped out of his skin as she grasped his length, shivering when her tongue debuted the first stroke under his ear lobe. It was that special spot she knew so well, the intoxicating taste of his skin crawled over her taste buds.
"You're so good to me," his grin was lopsided as she whispered in his ear between kisses, her teeth biting at his earlobe.
"You're so quiet now," she chuckled softly, "So full of talk until I touch you," She refused to move her hand, just warm skin playing on warm skin and keeping her teasing delightfully playful on his erection.
Sneaky whispers made him aware of how amazing it would be to feel himself slip down her throat. He moaned, loudly, his back rolling against the older leather seat.
His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing gently as he pinned her against the steering wheel. Remington loved the devilish smile that mirrored his, the rings on his fingers made her shiver under his touch.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" his lips brushed hers with every word he spoke, "Do you like making me suffer? 'Cause it's working, you little shit," his tone was serious, though his mellow, chesty chuckle made it far from a real scolding.
"Should I be sorry?" she pouted, her forehead resting against his.
His lashes tickled across her cheek as he murmured, "Absolutely not," though he pushed his hand over hers, still resting over his pulsing cock, "But if you don't do something about this you're going to be,"
Vera giggled like a brat, finally moving her hand up and down his throbbing length. She swallowed his relief-filled grunt with a hungry kiss, lips were swollen and tongues teased in between. His own hand slipped down her belly and to the zipper of her shorts. He wasted no time tracing over her panties, his desire fueled to feel her so wet already.
"How badly do you want this?" his lips pecked her jawline tenderly, one, two, four times in a row, "Tell me what you want," she nodded with a devious grin, squirming as she felt two fingers toy at the crease between her pussy and her inner thigh.
"I need you -- please, Remi," she begged into his mouth.
"Words, V. What do you need?" his teasing almost physically hurt, tantalizing her ear.
"I need you to fuck me," her voice fizzled out softly as her cheeks burned an overwhelmingly sweet red.
Remington tensed at the needy tone in her voice, his mind foggy with lust, "Yes ma'am,"
He loved watching her bite down on her lip as his fingers slithered under her panties and making circles over her clit. He had finally taken back his control, his wolfish grin enriched by an attractive chuckle.
He adored feeling her slick slip over him, almost as much as she loved his calloused fingers toying with her most sensitive parts. The friction was illicit, almost unreal. His eyes welcomed every single reaction and contortion her face made, the way she looked almost as if she was about to burst into pixie dust.
"Look at you, dripping wet," his whispers only incite more warmth to burn in her gut, and his eyes flitted to the necklace, "In every single way," she chuckled softly, feeling she was wet enough to create a puddle on his jeans, though he couldn't care less whether or not they were ruined. Like, at all.
He actually fucking loved her for it.
"I'll make you feel so good, they'll hear you from the strip," his voice dropped an octave, completely captivating as he squeezed her throat again. The pressure was sinfully delightful, her own work on his cock sloppy as she tried to keep her concentration sharp and her pace steady. The whole time, Remington imagined how pretty her mouth would look wrapped around his twitching cock.
"Stop with the teasing," her sharp tone made him wobbly.
The hand on her throat slipped to her nape and pulled her in for a kiss. She mourned his grasp until he pinched her thigh.
"Watch that tongue,"
Expert fingers knew exactly what she needed, to finally put her out of her misery. Remington took her by the hips, helping her discard her shorts and underwear. He too removed his own shirt, loving every second of finally feeling her bare chest against his. He basked in every second, loving it just as much as Vera did. Probably more than she did.
Their proximity was such that at any moment she felt they may melt into one being. She could feel how his lips mimicked the arrival of a smile, swallowing her mewls, and she wished for so much more. She wasn't oblivious however to the ecstasy he experienced under her touch.
Despite his excitement, he did his best to control her stimulation. He had been too rough before and he'd hurt her back when they were young and still understanding the way their bodies reacted.
He adjusted until he had pushed his pants and boxers down his knees and she sat comfortably over his cock; his lips on her shoulder making up for any second she missed his touch.
"Remi, I need --"
"I know," she didn't have to tell him twice, not wasting another second as he brushed his length through her slick. He fought through his own euphoria to tease her just a little bit more, to bask in her sweat-slick skin rubbing against his own. And he loved watching her jaw slip open as he slid inside of her.
The well known, blissful sensation built up in her lower belly, expert fingers moving over her clit as she bouncing in his lap at a delicious pace. It burned in the best way possible, her walls contracting around him sent shockwaves up his spine. He kissed her chest, panting just beneath the glinting diamonds of that necklace. Their close still wasn't close enough for them.
"You gonna' come for me, baby?" he kept his fingers spinning steadily over her clit, so enamored with her heavy breathing, how her hair clung to her slick forehead as she nodded. His breath hitched as she squeezed around him, his cock sliding over that perfect spongy spot that palpitated around him, "You're so fucking hot, I can't wait to --"
Her sharp gasp cut him short, panting a flurry of yeses and she shook like a leaf in his lap. A blank delight ripped through her body as her orgasm coated his cock.
And he loved every second of it. His hips still rolled hungrily beneath her, his raspy voice mumbling sweet nothing that flitted past her ears in her haze. He leaned into her, his body shivering as he released an unrestrained groan and his own orgasm flooded through him. Vera could feel it, a white hot sensation filling her and a merciful whimper of breath on her chest brought her back to reality.
She collapsed into him, her head burying into his neck and his hand rubbed soothingly up and down her back. The silence that followed was cozy, the music still playing softly in the background.
They settled down together but Remington didn't have it in him to pull out of her yet. His thumb caressed under her lips, and he was smiling all of the sudden. That charming, boyish smile that she was still so enticed by.
He brushed the tip of his nose over hers, "I love you, Vera,"
"I love you, Remi," she smiled back.
Finally though, Vera had to pull off of him, she blushed hard as a hot mess slid out over her inner thighs and over his lap. Nevertheless, Remington reached down the side of the door to grab the tissue box he had ready -- silently confirming to her that he had had this evening planned -- and he cleaned her up with an admirable gentle touch. He had truly perfected making her feel gooey and dizzy inside, moments like these when he was so vulnerably real, so bluntly himself, he always reminded her of how much she truly loved him. She kissed him tenderly, the cascading diamonds swarming them in twinkly iridescence.
Not thirty minutes later, Remington's dusty chevrolet pulled into their driveway, both of them redressed and refreshed as best as they could manage. Vera had made sure to slip the necklace back in the velvet sack and she hid it in her bag, as sure enough Sebastian was in the front yard, firing up their grill for dinner. They both were praying he hadn't checked up on their safe.
"Well damn, it took you guys long enough," he gaped when he finally laid eyes on them.
Remington slammed his car door with a little flourish, following behind Vera up the walkway, "Traffic was shit," he replied simply.
Sebastian flitted his gaze between him and Vera, who of course feigned complete innocence as she hopped up the two-step porch.
"Yeah. They're still fixing the road for the Grand Prix in November," she added, the mouth-watering smell of burning charcoal wafting through the air, "What's for dinner?"
"Hamburgers and vegan sausages. You're welcome," he nodded to Remington.
The younger brother winked and clicked his tongue, "Sounds great! I'll whip up some potato salad,"
Sebastian glowered at him, "You don't know how to make potato salad," he pointed out.
"Fine, then I'll pull the McCain Super Fries outta' the freezer and call it a day," he took Vera by the hip and lead her inside, none the wiser to Sebastian shaking his head.
Vera made quick work to return the necklace to the safe, hoping and praying she had cleaned it out enough so nobody would be the wiser. She leaned against the wall when she finished, laughing in Remington's direction.
"Do you think he knows?" she asked quietly.
"That we fucked in the desert? Probably," he chuckled.
"About the necklace, smart ass!"
"He doesn't know," he assured her, coming to stand before her so she stayed put against the wall, "And nobody's ever gonna' know. Now, if they happened to hear how loud -- ow!" he giggled as she pinched his arm, "And I came to get you from work!" he gasped, feigning offense.
"Trust me," she pressed up on her toes, "I'm very grateful," she kissed him in between each word.
Remington took her in his arms, holding her close as he kissed her properly, happily. He couldn't even give a damn as he heard Emerson gag as he walked by. He loved Vera so openly, his heart burned from craving her and he relished in the fact that he couldn't have asked for a better partner.
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Remington/Remy
-Remy! Remy! Cliff!-
-I heard you already Toky, I’m not walking off one again,- Sigh -Should never have told Captain that you guys can imitate speech.-
-CLIFF!-
-Turning around, Salty, I’m turning around.-
-TWIG!!-
-Very nice one Twiggy-
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Tried my hand at an Oc, meet Remy,
Age: 20 years old
Height: 165 cm
Magic nature: Rock
Squad: Coral peacocks
-Easily distracted with no sense of direction (has walked off a cliff enough times while following a strange critter), calm, non-confrontational, introverted, tends to sarcasm and dark humor at the worst times, socially anxious
Likes: animals, their three anti-birds, doodling, be by themselves, crackers
More bellow the cut
Pretty low mana levels for someone born in the noble realm, more similar to the average commoner
Not interested in becoming a magic knight only took the entrance exam at their parents request, to this day confused as to how they got accepted. In their opinion, they failed half the task miserably
Stress bakes and possess a massive sweet tooth
The anti-birds follow them constantly, three decided to permanently stay after Remy feed them crackers multiple times, they have officially adopted the mage as theirs and are very possessive
Hair in a constant bird nest state with twigs and feathers, ironically the anti-birds try to fix it only to make it worse
Braids their hair out of habit, pins feathers into it to try style it
Will bring whatever injured critter they find (big or small) back with them while in missions, started making sketches of them and now has a whole encyclopaedia
Currently trying to get a permit to travel around Diamond, Heart, Spade and even strong mana regions to complete their encyclopaedia.
Birds spent so much time with humans that they now chirp random words, Salty loves cursing.
Carries with themselves:
Crackers for themselves
Crackers for the birds
Emergency crackers
Packed lunches
First aid
Grimoire
Too many pencils
Sketchbook (sometimes confused with their grimoire)
Blanket
Old goat plushie named Cookie
Back up crackers in case of running into Charmy (does not want to repeat the dark forest incident)
Shiny rocks or strange shaped ones
Will i ever colour them? Maybe, once I became less self conscious of the fact that I don’t understand skin colour theory
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Scales of Eidolon - Finale
The Lost Glacier faded away like a lost dream, left behind in the frigid and death-filled waters of the North Sea and once again shrouded in a heavy mist of frost. Would anyone truly know of the great deed Fence Macabre had been part of? Would anyone believe them? A blink and everyone was back on the shores of the Burnished Mire.
Stepping back into the Inn, bustling with unusual business, Fence Macabre is met with many familiar faces. Word traveled fast across the small scattering of islands of the resounding success on the Lost Glacier - and of Fence Macabre’s soon departure back to the mainland.
The Scales of Eidolon were all present, as well as Salix. On one side of the inn, Salix and his mother Vivistrasza were conversing with Barclay and Zaïd from the Explorers’ League. The other side of the room were the trio of elderly tarasek - Kisha, Elash, and Tessk - unsure to be around so many of the other dragonflights but happy to see their friends off.
Remington approaches Ilvaia,
“So why’d ya keep bein’ one ‘a the Blacktalons under wraps? Coulda just told us right from the start and would’ve given us more confidence in our deal.”
Ilvaia admits that she assumed that Fence Macabre had already figured her out, but she was mistaken. She explains further that the locals know of her as a Blacktalon deserter.
“I left Wrathion’s service a year ago. I only recently arrived back in the Dragon Isles.
At first I attempted to make the Mire a safe place for Wrathion and Sabellian subordinates to get away from the infighting … Of course, the second I was recognized people from both sides began comin’ at me. The Blacktalons were fearful that I might reveal Wrathion’s secrets, and Sabellian’s people wanted those secrets.
I’m sure you noticed some of my visitors were sometimes … unruly.”
Ilvaia laments on the discovery that her brother Fahrad had been slain by Wrathion many years prior and his genocide against the Obsidian flight - becoming disillusioned by Wrathion and being unfamiliar with Sabellian. She disappeared into Hillsbrad in pursuit to recover her brother’s remains and those of Mostrasz - in turn, gaining the trust of the Gilded Caldera’s Ruby dragons.
Ilvaia digresses … She feels comforted in her grief being channeled into something she believes Fahrad would be proud of.
Ilvaia further points out that the parcel Fence Macabre has been carrying the entire time wasn’t even from a Blacktalon agent - the parcel isn’t sealed correctly. She empties the contents of it, revealing sand and worthless shore rocks.
It seems Fence has been misled from the very beginning.
Ilvaia chucks the bag up into the darkness of one of the upper bunks in the inn.
“Is that the best you can do?”
A hand reaches out to snatch the empty bag and a figure jumps down - it’s Balisonria - the young elven woman who stowed away on Fiona’s Pride and gave Fence Macabre the parcel at Sterling Reach!
Balisonria asks how Ilvaia knew she was up there and Ilvaia retorts that Bali is sloppy at sneaking. Balisonria scoffs and then formally introduces herself as a young black drake who was waiting around for a Blacktalon agent to reveal themselves. Ilvaia asks if she still wants to meet with the Blacktalons. Bali shakes her head.
“No. I think I heard enough. Ain’t interested in meetin’ the Black Prince anymore.”
She pays Fence properly with gleaming, illimited diamonds. Each one could easily pay for year’s worth of wages and then some. No more tricks, no more deception.
Ilvaia smirks at the young drake. “So what now, Little Flint?”
Balisonria thinks on this question for a moment.
“I dunnae. I never thought it’d turn out this way. Guess I gotta come up with another plan and figure some o’ me stuff out first.
In the meantime, can I stay with ye?”
“As long as you like.”
The rest of the evening is filled with cheer, good food, cold drinks, and promises of meeting again among new lifelong friends.
For some of the Fence Macabre, the longing for home overwhelms any other feeling. For others, this is only the beginning, the igniting spark of bigger adventures abound of what else awaits on the Dragon Isles.
But, for this chapter, we draw to a close.
Fence Macabre will remember these glorious days fondly. Times of overcoming hardships, stepping up to challenges, forging friendships, mending hearts, saving souls… but most importantly - having a hand in the creation of something truly and wonderfully spectacular.
The Scales of Eidolon.
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Monday, Nov. 28, at 7:00 p.m. EST on Disney Channel
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Alice’s Wonderland Bakery “The Gingerbread Palace”
Tuesday, Nov. 29, at 7:00 p.m. EST on Disney Junior
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Wednesday, Nov. 30, at 7:00 p.m. EST on Disney Junior
Eureka invites Bog to perform with her band at Winterfest when she invents a new instrument that only he is able to play.
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Hot For Teacher
A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic Series
Pt. 1 of many
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Foul language & Suggestive tension
Author’s Notes: Alright Snow Puppies! I’m back with another series for Remi x Levi! This one I’m hoping to be a little bit longer than the last. I was more or less testing the waters with “New Guy” but I think I have a really fun idea you’ll love! Strap in! As always Remi is owned by the awesome @aller-geez !
Description: Levi is a newly divorced English Professor, at his local community college. Recently, he’s had a new student that clearly lacks boundaries. Can he maintain his purity as a responsible educator to society? Or will he submit to the taboo…
“Alright, Students! It’s the first day of class, and let me tell you all, I’m excited to have you!” The man was cheerful, full of light as he stood not but 5 foot 7, in his beige tight fit trousers and light blue long sleeves. It matched well with the brown lapel he wore over, he grabbed a dry erase marker and began to scribble his name across the board. “Professor Levi, I am your English instructor for the next 4 semesters! I hope to establish a close rapport with you all! In fact let’s do some ice breakers,” he clapped his hands together before he pointed at one end of the room. “Start here and end,” pointing towards the opposite section side now. “Here!” Levi was so excited to be back in the classroom. After his insane divorce due to it being a poorly arranged marriage, he had a hard time during the break months. Without his students to distract him from how very real being alone was, he was nothing.
The students introduced themselves one by one, mentioning a hobby, favorite color, etc. the usual thing Levi tried keeping his rather short attention span to. In truth, these weren’t the things he would remember about his students. It was how they wrote, how they used their voice with passion that resonated with people like Levi. It was several voices in before he heard one, deep, almost hypnotizing voice start speaking.
“Hey…I’m Remington, you guys can call me Remi…I guess…I like cars,” Levi’s bright diamond eyes met those of shining emeralds, and the second they locked, the wolf sneers. “And I think I’m really going to enjoy this class,” voice sultry, a few of the female students sighing in admiration and adoration. Professor Levi cleared his throat, praying the freshly dusted freckled cheeks went unnoticed by most as he quickly nodded and pointed to the next student. “We-Welcome Remi, nice to meet you…moving on…” he felt a flush of warmth. What was this? Was he flustered? He’d had many handsome and gorgeous students before, but no one ever caught his eye quite like this. This man was unbelievably hot, long black unkempt hair, these green eyes that closely resembled gems, his angular jaw was sharp but strong…masculine but still so delicate.
The class finished introducing themselves, and as they all sat, the raven haired man’s eyes never left that of the blue eyed professor’s frame. Studying his every twist, and turn. For Remington, he’d never understood having the hots for someone in such a setting like this, but feasting his eyes on such…a cute, petite professor, those shimmering eyes of wonder…he could tell this was going to be his favorite class indeed. He had to get his hands on him, he had to have him. It was destiny, and he knew it was because he’d never felt this immediate attraction to anyone in his entire 28 years of life. There was nothing that would stop him…but how would he play the game? The wolf wondered to himself.
Levi sprung right back into action as he started to jot down the lesson plans, the structure of the class, expectations and rules. It was going increasingly well, when the emerald eyed mischief, raised his hand silently. Seemingly surprised Levi pointed towards the hand. “Yes? Remi..was it?” Nodding, the tall student stood up and spoke out loud, with the confidence of 10,000 men.
“Yeah, I was wondering, how much extra credit do I need to take you out?” Biting his lower lip. The teacher’s face lit up in bright crimson, suddenly taken aback by the student’s sheer audacity.
“Mr. Connors, that is a highly inappropriate question to ask, and we can discuss boundaries after class,” the man abruptly slammed his pointing sticking onto the desk in front of him with furious intent. After class? Alone? That didn’t sound too bad to him. He smoothly, and swiftly sat back down in silence. Everyone trying their best not to stare, but definitely shared their fair part in whispers. Remi smirked to himself, unaware, and frankly uncaring of anyone else’s reaction around him. He would wait until after class then. So forward, and in front of everyone? Naughty professor. The wolf thought to himself completely lost in his desires for the other.
Levi on the other hand, was internally fuming. Who does this little shit think he is? Being so openly forward like that in a class of students? While he’s working!? The disrespect was immeasurable and he was sure to think of a fair punishment for him. That’s for sure. The lesson droned on and on, the raven haired student doodled little comics on the side of his notes. Mostly just mini wolves shooting themselves in the head, but a couple other random squiggles here and there too.
“Mr. Connors, can you tell me the concept behind ‘To Kill a Mockingbird?’ Real easy book, it was part of the summer reading when you signed up for the class…” narrowing his eyes at the other, sly smile spread across his own face knowing full well he hadn’t been paying attention. Remi scratched the back of his head as he looked down at his less than helpful notes.
“Uh…hunting…?” He guessed at the top of his head, no one said anything. No one even chuckled because Remi’s aura was more than threatening enough to gain respect amongst his peers. They just all looked back at their Professor, to anticipate his next move.
“The concept of the book ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’, Mr. Connors, is Innocence. The mockingbird represents, innocence..” he nodded his head matter-of-factly turning sharp on his heels to make a point to the student that he would, make an example of him at any given moment he chose. The wolf raised an eyebrow at the other’s back now turned to him. ‘Oh? Are we playing a game now?’ He wondered excitedly as the lesson continued. An hour passed and there was a large chime that echoed the entire classroom, signaling the end of period. Everyone scattered to push their things into their bags, scrambling to their feet to catch their next lessons. Remi however, slowly put his things away, taking his sweet time as the room emptied one by one. Eventually, it was just him and professor Levi left alone to their own devices. Finally having gathered his things, he walked down to the desk where the white haired man sat. “You wanted to see me?” His voice smug as he easily over towered the other that looked up at him.
“Yes…what the hell are you doing?” Raising a thin brow and setting his chin on the top of his folded hands, using his elbows for support.
“A…ttending college?” Remi even questioned himself now, was that not the answer to the question? Abruptly, Levi pushed himself back from his desk and stood up, shaking a judgmental finger at the handsome student.
“No, you know what I’m talking about! Don’t go making suggestive or flirtatious remarks at me during class! Highly inappropriate…” blushing brightly feeling the emotions overwhelm him. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the other’s flirtations, but it was extremely forbidden, he wouldn’t lose his job for some idiot that would probably drop out in two weeks anyway.
“So, you’re saying outside of class is fine then?” Waggling his eyebrows in a cheeky fashion, truly hoping to garner at least a smile. The ocean eyed man sighed with sincere annoyance, truthfully hiding the feeling of giddiness in his gut, before shaking his head back and forth. Without saying a word. “I’m sorry, Professor…just..never had a hot teacher before, we’re both adults we can speak honestly here,” he shrugged stepping dangerously closer to the shorter male in front of him. Levi followed his motions but by backing up, finding himself wedged between the other and the whiteboard now.
“W-Well you need to get it together…besides..even if you weren’t my student..you expect a scholar like me to be interested in someone who can’t even do the required reading?” He scoffed rolling crystal blues back before returning their heated eye contact, squinting with judgement. “Be for real,” that one stung. Remi stepped back and he contemplated what the other just said, emerald orbs studying the smaller’s body language, before grabbing his backpack tighter to his body, his shoulders raised and dropped with challenging confidence.
“Alright, fine…we’ll see then,” looking his Professor up and down one last time, taking a long pause before turning on his heels and heading out of the classroom as if nothing had just happened at all.
‘What the hell was that ?’ Levi thought to himself as he slowly sat back down at his desk. ‘We’ll see? The fuck was that supposed to mean?’ He shook his head back and forth. No. He wouldn’t let some long haired, chiseled body pretty boy distract him from his successes. He gathered his things and began to pack up for the day. Everything would be fine, he didn’t have to worry because Remi wasn’t going to be a problem. No. It would fizzle out as most people obsessed with their teacher first day do. Putting today’s discomfort behind him, Levi set his sights on going back home.
Two Weeks Later
It had been quiet in the classroom, much to the Professor’s surprise. Remi had maintained a quiet demeanor, taking notes, paying attention. The few times he’d been called upon he actually had intelligent answers, seeming his one moment of embarrassment set him straight. The white haired male feeling certainly satisfied at his methods proving fruitful. “Alright everyone, I’m handing out a pop quiz,” the class groaned, some panicked, the wolf leaning against the palm of his hand without a trace of emotion. Just forever looking at the leopard in a studious and obsessive manner.Levi waved his hands about and hushed the crowd of anxious students. “Don’t worry, don’t worry it’s not going to directly affect your grades, I just want to see how well you’re all retaining the information so far…think of it as an educational check in,” this bit of information seemed to settle most of the more flustered students.
He started passing around the small sheets of 8 test questions. It was multiple choice, wouldn’t take them all longer than maybe fifteen minutes. After distributing their tests, Levi sat back at his desk, waiting patiently as he observed the students at work. His eyes lingering on the raven haired delinquent…he held his hopes out for this one. Shortly after receiving the test, Remi breezed through each question, having paid close attention he was confident in his answers. Sliding himself out from the desk, he stood up and carried himself across the room to slide the test onto his Professor’s desk, tossing him a cheeky wink with a matching devious smirk. The leopard blushed, avoiding eye contact as Remi returned to his seat. He cleared his throat before going over each of the answers, and much to his surprise, the wolf had passed with flying colors. Every answer correct. ‘Impressive…’ he thought to himself before setting it in the ‘graded’ basket.
At first, it took the student far too long to get out of bed the morning of this dreadful class, just to trudge himself into this bland and boring room. However, since he laid his eyes on the adorably fit professor, it’s suddenly become the highlight of his every Tues and Thursday. If being an active student was important to his new object of desire, an active student he would be. Studying in his free time, analyzing and observing every concept and topic addressed by the bubbly educator. He knew a basic 8 question test wasn’t a whole lot to gauge his recent efforts on, but it would be a significant difference, it would surely make an impression.
One by one, each student turned in their tests, Levi grading them immediately and setting them aside. He waited patiently until the very last student turned in their assignment and once done, Levi stood up with his handful of papers. “Thanks you guys! I really appreciate you taking these tests to the best of your abilities, it seems most of you are retaining the lessons, and are right on track!” He flashed a glance over at the emerald eyed student, who’s side smirk stayed presently on his face. The white haired man reddened almost unnoticeably to everyone else, but not to man he wish to hide it from. He continued to nervously give the rest of his lesson feeling those green eyes burning into the back of him as he did. The hour seemed to creep by, introducing the most basic of reading assignments, Romeo and Juliet, before the bell finally rang, and Levi felt like he would be able to breathe soon. The pressure of the man’s gaze was far too much to handle.
Remi sat, waiting patiently for everyone to clear out before he stood up at his seat, walking down now to the door after the last student wandered out, he locked it shut. Upon hearing the *tink* of his classroom door locking, Levi looked over, eyebrows furrowed before questioning the wolf.
“Hey, why are you locking my door?” The man could only chuckle in response, stepping over to the desk in a few long strides, as the white and black haired man stood up from his desk now. “No seriously, what the hell is with yo-…” suddenly he was pushed up against the white board with Remi’s strong arm slammed down to the side of his head, pinning him there, the student bore down onto his much smaller professor.
“Have I impressed you? As you can see, I’m not a COMPLETE, idiot…” his breath hot against the other’s face, his heart racing a million miles a second as his ocean blues sparkled innocently up at the intimidating one. It was true, within the educator he knew there had been a shift within the student’s behaviors. It would be an out right lie to say it had gone unnoticed and unappreciated. Remi brought his free hand over to the man’s face, dragging his thin index down the front of his sweater vest. “What’s a guy gotta do, hm?”
“I-…I…” completely at a loss for words as he looked his student up and down before shaking his head clear of any impure thoughts. “This..is a College, a place of learning..your actions…” trying to rationalize the best he could to not lead himself head first into temptation.
“Are hIgHlY iNaPpRoPRiAtE…yeah and? I have a feeling you like a bit of…inappropriate…behavior,” his finger stopped at the man’s belt, bringing attention to the slight bulge print that was building within Levi’s slacks at the forceful treatment. Gripping it just barely with the tip of said finger, he tugged, before it released with a snap. Levi’s breath caught in his throat, he’d never felt more vulnerable..he’d also never been in this position. Completely fawned and pinned over by an extremely attractive man? Usually it was women throwing themselves at him. It was refreshing to catch the sex he was attracted to…but at work?! His student?! The universe was truly a sick place.
Levi took both his palms now and shoved the taller off him, doing his best to fight off impulsivity, though he wasn’t as strong, Remi allowed the other his space. He could take a hint. Kind of. He chuckled, however, shoveling his hands deep within jean pockets before adjusting the bag on his shoulders. “You’re out of line, Connors,” the leopard knitted his eyesbrows together as he scolded the student, who just continued to undress the professor with his glowing emerald orbs.
“Maybe…but you like it, and so long as you do…I won’t stop,” biting his pierced lower lip, he turned now with a lingering glance behind his shoulder, he flashed another smirk, before turning back and starting his way back towards the door of the classroom. “Have a good rest of your evening, Professor…Guess I’ll just have to try harder..see you Thursday…” unclinking the lock, swinging open the door and disappearing from the room all together. Levi stood there with disbelief. This can’t be happening right? No..he thought this was all over…but, it was clearly only getting started.
To be continued…
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Tiptoeing through the “Flesh & Blood” guest cast
Pamela Reed as Roberta Deeks
Bertie’s back! Pamela Reed last appeared in “High Society” in season 11.
Bar Paly as Anastasia "Anna" Kolcheck
Back from “Of Value” week before last.
Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes
Back from “Game of Drones”, the season 14 premiere.
Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr
Back from last week’s “Dead Stick”.
Marnee Carpenter as Alice Morgan
Was Catherine Martin in CBS’s Clarice series. Had guest roles in Good Girls, Criminal Minds, The Resident and The Rookie.
Lauren "Lolo" Spencer as Ella
Plays Jocelyn in The Sex Lives of College Girls.
Rif Hutton as Navy Commander Albert Burns
Longtime working actor. Was JAG officer Lt. Commander Alan Mattoni in JAG. Played Gordon in Tribes, Dr. Ron Welch in Doogie Howser MD and recently Lenny Caufield in General Hospital.
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In the 1980’s, was in episodes of Living Dolls, Knots Landing, A Different World, Webster, Beverly Hills Buntz, Once a Hero, Night Court, Scarecrow and Mrs. King, The New Gidget, Remington Steele and The Jeffersons.
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Directed by: Daniela Ruah directed “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “Lost Sailor Down”, “Pandora’s Box” (co-written by Chad Mazero) and “Live Free or Die Standing”.
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I just want the diamonds
I just want the fame
Probably die alone- but I can't complain.
Imma be a star- star.
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When in Rome... [Remington Leith x Reader] Part I
Hello humans! I got this idea from the lovely @imabee-oralizard so big shout out to them! Boy, oh boy, did I whip this up fast! And to stick with the pattern, I probably won't have another update posted for another month 😅. Jkjk.
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Summary: Having been bestowed a knighthood in Rome, Emerson invites y/n to join him and Remington on their Italian trip. In a classic case of "I have to keep my crush a secret because they may not feel the same way", Remington has to keep his super-massive-black-hole crush a secret from y/n. However, things get turned on the wayside when they run into their good friends from Maneskin...
Warnings: some cursing, some intoxication, mostly fluff
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The waters were almost crystalline, shimmering in the beating sun like diamonds, cool and inviting. A young woman lay on the sunny deck of a private yacht -- the very first she ever had the pleasure of being aboard -- and tanning blissfully off the Italian coast of Capri.
She was just on the brink of falling asleep, it would've been a fitting closure to the sumptuous lunch she'd enjoyed earlier. However, her ears perked when she heard the boisterous chanting from the other side of the boat.
"Three! Two! One!" a short silence followed, then a loud splash. Y/n sat up from her cat nap, peering over the rail of the boat to find Remington bobbing in the water. His giddy smile glinted in the reflection of the light, and he was satisfied as he turned up and did a quick backstroke in the ocean. Y/n smiled to herself as she shifted over to sit against the railing, waving idly as he swam over.
"Need a line, sailor?" she shouted down.
Remington shook his head, "No, but how about you jump in? Water's fine!"
Y/n pouted, "But I was trying to have a nap!"
"A nap!?"
"Pardon me for having jet lag!"
Emerson called out to her from the railing, "C'mon, Y/n! You can sleep when you're dead!" and he jumped in after his brother. He emerged a moment later, hissing and cursing to himself, "Fuck! I landed on my hams!"
The others laughed at the absurdity, and Y/n simply shook her head as she peeled herself off of the deck. Remington clung to the ladder, anxiously watching as she got up onto the railing -- with their friend Ben's help, of course.
"Y/n!" he called up.
"What is it, Remi!?"
"Why are you gonna' dive in with your sunglasses on?" he asked, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face.
"It's not advisable!" Emerson added as he swam over, shoving Remington aside so he could climb back aboard, "Move, bitch,"
"Says the bitch who landed on his hams,"
Y/n grumbled to herself as she realized she still had her sunglasses on. She handed them off to Ben, then taking a deep breath, she leapt off the boat and disappeared under the water in a big splash. When she emerged, y/n shook out her hair and cleaned the water from her eyes, however she was dismayed to find Remington had suddenly disappeared from the ladder. A moment of panic hit her, she had been friends with Remington long enough to know that he was up to no good.
"Oh shit," She swam as quickly as she could to the boat, but she wasn't fast enough. She shrieked out as cold hands grabbed her and suddenly lifted her up from the water.
"No! Fuck you!" y/n cried out and tried to grab from the ladder. Remington however laughed like a little school boy, though she always found it hard to be cross with him. Annoyed? Sure. Pissed off? Hardly ever.
"You see? You're awake now!" he chided. Remington had been hiding just beneath the water's surface, his foot locked on the bottom rung of the ladder to ensure neither of them would drown when he'd grab her.
Y/n relaxed as he eased her back into the water, still she clung to the ladder rungs as she playfully scowled, "One of these days, you're gonna kill me, Remi,"
"And why the hell would I wanna' do something so stupid?" he leaned in closer, close enough to count the freckles that dotted her cheeks, "I'd miss you too much, y/n,"
Y/n smirked, gently punching his bicep, "Mmhm, sure," with that she let go of the ladder, pushing off from the boat and taking a quick swim. Remington stayed put, eclipsed by how gracefully she moved, how pretty her hair was as it shone under the sun. Everything always seemed so much brighter whenever y/n was around, even when he was trying to annoy her.
It was as though every time he stared into her eyes, he could clearly remember the first time they'd met. Eight years ago, back when he was literally a starving artist and she was a temporary guitarist filling in whilst Palaye was trying to put their band together. Eight years later and Remington and Y/n were still as close as ever, and they'd watched each other grow and flourish into the fantastic artists they'd become. No matter how much drama they endured, the fights she'd watched the brothers have, the breakdowns he would coax her through when she was feeling inadequate in her music career. Through thick and thin, they always had each other -- it was hard for Remington to imagine what his life would be like without her.
And maybe that was why he woke up not long ago and came to a realization that he wanted y/n on an entirely different level. And it wasn't just thinking about her on a physical basis, it came down to how good he felt emotionally being around her.
Y/n was swimming back just as he shook himself out of his daydream. He saw her up the ladder and back on deck safely, subconsciously peeking out of the corner of his eye as she towelled herself off. When he turned however, he met Emerson's accusatory stare. The youngest brother simpered to himself.
"You're such a suck," he told him.
Remington rolled his eyes, snatching up his own towel to dry off, "Shut up," and he wandered to the other side of the boat. Emerson, being the little ever direct and menacing little brother that he was, followed.
"You know, I don't get you. You've been drooling over y/n for months, I don't get why you don't just ask her out already," he said.
Remington simply shrugged, "I'm just not ready yet," he replied.
"You're not ready or you're not brave enough?" Emerson asked.
Remington huffed, "I'll plead the fifth,"
Emerson stared unimpressed at his brother, "You're not gonna' give me the whole 'I don't wanna ruin our friendship' business, are you?"
"Can't I?"
"No, that's bullshit,"
Remington whipped off his towel, then began to spin it around into a tight cylinder, "But perfectly acceptable,"
Emerson snickered, "Crazy idea! How about you ask her to the Fever Dream premiere?" he suggested.
"Sure," Remington scoffed.
"I mean it," Emerson insisted, "You want an icebreaker? Start with the premiere!"
I will... think about it," Remington decided, hoping that would be enough to get his brother off of his back.
"Well, think fast," Emerson chided, "'Cause if you don't ask her out, I just might do it for you,"
Remington smirked, "Try it and you die!" he took the twisted towel and whipped it at him. Emerson shrieked and ran to the other side of the boat, cowering behind another one of their friends. Y/n's attention turned to Emerson's girlish screams, and her eyes diverted right to Remington and his towel.
Remington simply smiled and waved at her.
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The afternoon dissolved into a gorgeous evening, the sunset painting the sky in rich oranges and delving into deep indigo. The streets were bustling with people, the smells of fresh pasta and baked pizza intoxicating and smaller children ran by balancing gelato in their hands.
Hoots and hollers from more drunk patrons echoed into the night, and despite the late hour buildings were still lit up in dazzling, twinkling lights that guided the group back to their hotel.
The had been brazen to stay out so late despite their jam-packed day. They'd enjoyed a beautiful seafood dinner at a local coastal restaurant, and despite how often Remington would go on and on about his veganism, y/n found it so curious to watch him practically devour his poached fish and pasta.
"You are the strangest vegan I've ever met," y/n sighed as they strolled down the boulevard.
Remington chuckled bashfully, his arm slung around y/n's shoulders to keep her close, "You remember the first time I tried to be vegan in Europe, right?"
"The waiters in Spain practically laughed us out of the restaurant," y/n shook her head fondly at the memory.
"Well, a lot can change in six years! Next time we go back, they'll have vegan tapas!" Remington declared.
"One can only hope," y/n grinned up at him, her arms suddenly coming up to wrap around his neck, "Thank you for inviting me, Remington,"
"You kidding? It wouldn't be any fun without you, y/n," he chuckled a little as she stumbled her and there -- on account of the few Aperols she had with dinner, "You okay to walk?"
"I'm good," she reassured.
As they trailed behind their friends, an older woman passed them by. She was a flower peddler, two bundles of rich red roses tucked in her arm as she offered them out to the tourists of Capri. She spotted Remington and Y/n immediately, smiling kindly as she approached them with a single rose.
"Scusi signore," she greeted in a low, gruff tone, "A rosa for your sweetheart?"
The pair glanced at each other momentarily, and Y/n couldn't help but blush at the sudden notion, "Oh -- no. We're not --"
"Sure," Remington suddenly piped up, reaching for his wallet and giving the old woman some money. She beamed gratefully and handed the rose to Y/n, then wished them well before moving on to the next couple.
Y/n watched her walk away, intrigued as she swiftly turned to Remington, "What did I do to deserve a rose?" she smiled bashfully.
Remington shrugged, his mind reeling to come up with a valid excuse for his impulsive purchase, "I mean -- I appreciate you. And unlike with Emerson, I don't have to drive you around to places to prove how much I love you,"
"No, you just whisk me away on an impromptu Italian vacation," she giggled brushing the flower over Remington's nose. They both started to laugh like children and Remington took the stem between his teeth.
Y/n gasped, "Oh my God! You could be the next Bachelor!"
Remington chuckled still with the flower in his mouth, took it out and offered it back to her, "Y/n, will you accept this rose?"
Y/n giggled but shook her head, "Nah,"
Remington's jaw dropped.
"What? Not used to rejection, Mr. Leith?" Y/n teased.
Remington chuckled, "Oh, I'm very used to getting rejected," he said.
"By who?" she asked, "Who the fuck would actually reject you?" she elbowed him in the ribs.
"Well --"
"No, seriously," she drunkenly rambled, "You're like -- the sweetest person I've ever met. And you're just so kind and cute and you're so innocent,"
"Innocent?" Remington raised an eyebrow at her.
"Okay -- not actually innocent in all rhetorics," Y/n giggled, "But yeah, you just have an innocent vibe about you,"
"Shit," he laughed, "Fanfic writers are gonna' rave about that,"
They made it back to their hotel in one piece, with Remington holding Y/n up most of the way. He sobered himself up mentally so he could take care of her. She kept tripping over her own shoelaces as they made it into the lobby, so Remington decided to pick her up and give her a piggy back ride. Y/n didn't complain, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and enjoyed the ride, giggling a little when Remington would trip now and again.
"Remi!" she yelped, holding onto him tightly when he purposefully bounced her, "Don' do that," she whimpered, to which Remington simply laughed. He even held her on his back during the elevator ride and carried her to her room.
He carried Y/n to the bed, turning to let her off but she ended up pulling Remington down on top of her, both of them let out an 'oof'. Y/n then started to laugh.
"Sorry," she giggled.
"You okay?" he grinned.
"Yeah. You're kinda' heavy," she admitted and Remington moved off of her and stood, "No, wait! Come back!" she whined. She moved to sit up on her knees and grabbed his hand.
Remington couldn't help but laugh as she pulled him back down next to her.
"You're a clingy little drunk, you know," he said.
"I know," she sighed heavily, "But isn't that another reason why you love me?"
"Of course," he replied, brushing some more hair away from her face. She started laughing again, this time a snort made its way in, "What's so funny?"
"You," she giggled.
"Me?"
"Yeah. I really like your hair, you know,"
Remington raised his eyebrows, subconsciously running his hand through his lengthened black hair, "Oh, do I?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "Everything about you is just nice. And you're really pretty, too,"
He chuckled, "Y/n, you're baked"
"Oh, so what?" she moved to lie down on her stomach, pillowing her head in her arms, "It's the truth. I'll be sober tomorrow, but you'll still be beautiful to me,"
He couldn't help but smile, appreciating that she wasn't all in her right mind but it felt good to hear her say that. Even if she did steal the quote from 'The Dreamers', there was something sort of romantic about being complimented with a line like that.
"You just ripped off 'The Dreamers'," he said.
"Don't you judge me," Y/n snuggled up to the taller boy, her arms coming around to hug him.
Remington held her, taking in her staling but heavenly smell of grapefruit. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, slowly warming her up. He saw the goosebumps ripple out over her skin, the hand with her zodiac sign tattoo brushing over the collar of his shirt.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said suddenly, unable to stop himself before it slipped out. Luckily, y/n was falling in and out of consciousness, sleep moving in on her.
"Hmm?" she hummed, blinking her dark brown eyes open.
"I think I'll head back to my room," Remington said, gently moving to escape her grasp despite how badly he wanted to stay.
"You can stay if you want," she told him, trying to force her eyes to stay open, "I really don't mind,"
"It's okay, y/n. Besides, you snore," he grinned. Y/n glowered at him before settling back into the sheets.
"Cocky bitch," she murmured.
Before leaving he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her light snores already leaving her. He had his eyes trained on her as he came to the door, taking one last lingering glance. She was peacefully asleep, sure to fall victim to one hell of a nasty hangover in the morning. He surely couldn't escape the same fate. He wanted to crawl back into that bed and hold her, to feel her arms wrap around him again and make him forget all his troubles. They'd done it time and time again but somehow, something here was different. He felt different, and it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his judgement.
For a split second he could hear Emerson's voice in his head, trying to force out Sebastian, Chris, and so many other people had insinuated time and time again. The harrowing thoughts he had about her seemed to grow and grow, everyday his want reared his ugly head and reminded him how close he was to having her, and yet how far she was because of his own fear of rejection. Yes, he was afraid of her rejection, but he was also afraid of what could happen if she said yes...
[To be continued]
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Glee Rewatch 1x22, bye Matt!
This is actually Blaine's first appearance.
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This episode is notable because it's Matt's last appearance until season 6. See you later <3
Guys, the last episode of season 1 is called "Rhapsodie" in French. I wonder which song they'll cover...!
Mike's shirt <3
Once again, Glee's weird relationship with sex rears its head. Why does Will care if Emma has slept with Carl? Why does the scene end on her answering him? I know I'm pretty detached on that subject compared to a lot of people but as gay dude, Ryan Murphy would probably have a vaguely similar mindset to mine on that subject. But apparently the episode was written by Brad Falchuk who, considering he's married to Gwyneth Paltrow (...), probably isn't gay. So that explains it. Still, it's weird. It's just sex. Does Will want to be Emma's first? Why? Whyyyyyyy? Who cares about virginity???
Anyway, we hear Don't Stop Believin' and at this point I'm curious how many times we heard. Twice in the pilot, at least once during the season aside from that, now this time... I was going to say that Glee could feature other Journey songs, like Any Way You Want It (because I know that song and I enjoy it) but I looked it up in Google and oops, seems like this song is part of a mashup for this very episode!
Remember when the judges were actually linked to the season's storyline? We've already seen all of them. Josh Groban for Sandy's obsession, Olivia Newton-John for her great featuring with Sue, Rod Remington and Sue herself of course. It makes them more fun to follow.
The "Queen of Hearts, King of Diamond" made-up play is NOT a reference to the "Queen of Hearts/King of Spades" song by Jackson Aide, as I initially wrote ("initially" meaning here "two seconds ago during my Google search") since that song came out in 2016. It's probably about Rachel and Finn since they rekindle their relationship in this episode.
Speaking of Finn and Rachel, they're so adorably cute in this episode.
The Journey covers are fine, I guess. "Faithfully" is typically the kind of music I won't care about. "Any Way You Want It" is disappointing but there isn't any big mistake or anything, it's just There. "Don't Stop Believin'" is nice, but I think we all prefer the pilot version, right? I'm happy Santana could sing for a bit though.
Gorgeous colors, also I got chills (they're multiplyin') from the first few seconds. The whole Bohemian Rhapsody performance is incredible and also very funny. It's humongous. Iconic. Fuck, it's good!
This painting only appears in this one specific shot. It looks a bit mythological or religious, but I couldn't find what it is. It probably implies that Shelby's actually a goddess. And, I mean, it's Idina Menzel we're talking about. It doesn't sound that far-fetched.
These, however, we can look at. The left pic is a vintage poster for an exhibit for carpets and upholstery, probably meaning that somewhere out there, in another universe, these three judges sold goods at exhibits for exorbitant prices.
The second one is a poster from 1893 drawn by Jules Chéret for the Folies Bergères French cabaret featuring Loïe Fuller, an american dancer, doing her famous serpentine dance. Seems like she was lesbian or bisexual as she spent the last 23 years of her life having a relationship with another woman (Gabrielle Bloch). We love to see it! So who's gonna write a meta about bisexual Rachel Berry based on this?
Matt has a lovely scarf. I'm gonna miss him! It's very funny that he got that line given how little time was spent on him. Matt went from "just another football player" to "just another Glee Club member". Can't say I'm very impressed!
Sue voting for ND is part of those few moments where I love her even more than just for her comedic purpose.
I actually sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow in class many years ago. I already didn't care about the song before singing it again and again, but after that I started actively disliking it. That is to say, Will's number left me completely unfazed. Oh well!
Overall, I think season 1 has quality you can't deny, but after the pilot, it peters out and only gets back up around episode 9, in time for the midseason finale, after which it is consistently solid.
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