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1993
It was a Friday night and after downing a few beers while watching the latest episode of The X-Files - a total rip off of the classic horror The Entity - Eddie suggested they hit the town.
Steve normally took longer to get ready, so Eddie was surprised when he heard his door open as Steve leaned on the doorframe.
"Twenty-year old Eddie would be so disappointed if he were to see me now." Eddie moved to grin at Steve before turning back to the mirror to finish applying his eyeliner.
Steve stepped into his room wearing pale blue jeans with a brown belt and a patterned shirt unbuttoned to close to his navel.
"How so? I thought make-up was part of the whole metal scene." Steve waved his hand about, "Like Kiss."
"Oh God!" Eddie turned to face Steve, wagging the kohl pencil in his direction, "Twenty-year old Eddie would have torn you a new one for suggesting that Kiss were metal." He paused, "Actually, he would have subjected you to a ten minute lecture about the difference between glam rock and metal and how metal is a far superior genre in every way. He may have even stood on a table." He grinned.
"Twenty-year old Eddie sounds like a pretentious douchebag." Steve took the pencil from Eddie, leaned towards the mirror to add a light dusting of darkness to the edge of his eyes, smudging it with his finger.
Eddie surveyed him for a moment before responding, "Yet you were desperate to be friends with him anyway."
Steve turned to face him, he looked a little lost before snapping back to his regular expression. "You ready?"
Eddie looked down at his own outfit. He'd gone for a pair of leather trousers, a deep cut tank top under his leather jacket and a number of silver necklaces. He felt pretty good.
"Let's go, Harrington."
The club was warm and they were several drinks in. Steve was, as always, surrounded by men, dancing without a care in the world, although Eddie had noticed he'd stuck to his side a little more than normal. Checking in more frequently, his arm around Eddie's shoulders, lips brushing his ear as Steve tried to hold a conversation amongst the loud music. He looked good, he always looked good. In his element, all attention on him, Christ, he was easy on the eye.
Eddie left him to it, going to the bar for another drink. It was nice, being out with Steve. They hadn't hung out just the two of them for a while. Eddie hadn't quite realized how much he's missed it until tonight. Steve was different when it was just the two of them.
As he joined the queue around the bar, a body hit him from his side.
"Eddie!"
He recognized the guy. Couldn't place a name though, someone he'd hooked up with at some point.
"Hey." He nodded, turning back to face the bar, not really in the mood for conversation. The guy nudged him again
"Haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Sure, he was doing this.
He answered politely, "Not bad."
He didn't bother asking the guy how he was, but he answered anyway, going into a long explanation of the last year. What he'd been up to, mentioned people Eddie didn't know, talked about places he hadn't been. He suddenly realized who the guy was. Some total drone who hadn't the social grace to understand when Eddie wasn't interested beyond a hook up. He was barely interested in the hook up at the time, now he came to think about it, but it was late in the night and Eddie had been out of options. He was paying for it now it seemed. Eddie zoned out a little, the guy was boring as fuck and Eddie just wanted a drink.
"So, what's your situation at the moment?"
"I've got a boyfriend, actually." He lied.
"No shit. You exclusive?”
Eddie nodded.
The guy looked around them, “He here tonight?” Eddie shrugged noncommittally, didn't want this conversation to drag on any longer than I had to.
They reached the bar at the same time and the bartender asked their drink order. The guy nudged him, "I remember," ordered Eddie's drink and one for himself.
"Uh, and a beer too," he asked the bartender.
The guy looked at him, leaned against the bar, "He is here."
Eddie had an idea. A stupid, stupid idea.
"Yeah. He's over there," he nodded towards the dancefloor.
The bartender arrived back with their drinks and before Eddie had a chance, the guy had placed a note on the counter, picked up his drink and turned to Eddie, expectant.
Great.
Eddie found Steve sitting in one of the booths, a thin layer of sweat covering him, his hair still impossibly, beautifully tousled.
"Hey sweetheart," Eddie sat down next to him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and giving him a brief peck on the cheek.
Steve's eyes grew wide for a moment whilst Eddie desperately tried to convey the situation through eye contact alone. He put Steve's beer on the table, gestured with his own in the direction of the guy.
"Look who I bumped into at the bar."
The guy held out his hand to Steve, "Damien. Nice to meet you." Damien, of course.
Steve shook his hand, looking between the two of them. Realization dawning on his face, he reached an arm around the small of Eddie's back, pulling him closer, his fingers dancing a little under Eddie's vest. Eddie found himself shivering at the contact.
"So how do you know my boyfriend?" His voice was strong, emphasized the word boyfriend in a way that staked a claim. Shit, that was hot and Steve caught on fast when he wanted to.
Damien looked a little taken back by the possessiveness in Steve's voice, "Old friend," he responded looking at Eddie.
Steve reached forward to grab his beer, leaning back in the booth to take a swig before holding the cold bottle against his cheek, running it down his chin and onto his neck. Allowing the condensation to mingle with the sweat that had built up from dancing.
Eddie swallowed. Hard.
"Fuck, it's warm in here," he winked at Eddie.
He addressed Damien without taking his eyes off Eddie. "Nice to meet you. Can you fuck off now, we're busy."
Steve’s lips hit Eddie's at an angle as he pulled him forwards by the scruff of his shirt. Eddie felt Steve grin against his mouth, as he opened his lips a little, testing how far Steve would go. Steve hummed in surprise as he swept his tongue over his bottom lip.
Eddie glanced to the side and Damien was still standing there. Dude seriously couldn’t take a hint.
As if he had read his mind, he felt Steve’s hand hover over his other side before grabbing him and in one swift motion, Steve maneuvered him into his lap.
Eddie landed heavily onto Steve's lap and they both looked at each other with shock for a moment before Eddie remembered what they were doing. He tried desperately to stay alert to the fact that this playing pretend, not let himself imagine it was real in any way. Damien was still standing there so he leaned forward again, drawing Steve's chin upwards to capture his lips with his own again and then they were full on making out.
Eddie could taste the beer on his breath, the sweat still glistening all over his body prominent on his upper lip. He felt the damp and warmth between their bodies as he gave an exaggerated grind with his hips. At the movement, Steve let out an involuntary whine, and with equal joy and horror, Eddie realized Steve was starting to get hard.
He froze, his mind playing catch-up with his body, which was singing at him to continue, to keep taking and taking. But it was too much. He could feel the lines blurring and that could only lead to trouble. He wasn’t about to take advantage of Steve’s good deed, make it into something it wasn’t. He wasn't about to actually do something they'd both regret. Steve was straight, they were just getting into character a little too well.
He leant back and cupped Steve’s face in his hands, his expression indecipherable. Finding himself a little out of breath, Eddie looked to where Damien had been standing to see that, thankfully, he'd got the hint and left.
Turning back to Steve, the look had gone, replaced with his normal cockiness. He grinned at Eddie, shifting him off his lap and back into the booth.
"Who was that then?" He reached out and took another sip of his beer, discreetly adjusting himself as he did so.
"Some guy who wouldn't take no for an answer." He took a sip of his own drink, allowing himself a moment to breathe. "Uh, thanks. For that. I think I'd have been stuck with him for the rest of the night if you hadn't've, y'know."
Steve's expression was soft, too genuine for the situation, before his face split into a big grin, "Anytime, man."
"Fuck," Eddie pushed his hair back and laughed, "I'm gonna hold you to that.
Steve rolled his eyes. Downing the last of his beer, he stood up holding out his hand to Eddie, "C'mon, Munson. You owe me a dance."
Eddie finished the dregs of his own drink before he took Steve's hand and let him lead him onto the dancefloor. He didn't leave his side for the rest of the night.
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#it's a 90's queer culture fic#they're roommates!#steve thinks he's straight!#he's not!#fake!dating but make it hurt#steddie#steddie fic#fanfiction#stranger things fic#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#hey! chapter 5 of The A Is For Ally is up#(I've rewritten some of this for tumblr to make it read fine out of context#so if you read the fic don't skip this part cos it's different in the fic)#apparently i write fic now#this one gets a little spicy so do with that what you will
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Roommate Rewritten
Emily was my first. First roommate, first college crush, and the first time I used Master PC.
I had read about it online, did some digging on forums and sites that definitely gave me some malware, but I ended up with something that looked the part. The old 90s UI flickered onto my screen with a simple "Welcome New Master!" after I ran the setup wizard. A search bar hung in my face for a solid minute so, taunting me with endless possibilities (supposedly), but I was stumped.
Then, as if by some cosmic force, I heard the front door open across the apartment. I smirked to myself, of course it had to be her. If this program really worked she was the best candidate; cute (I had a soft spot for alt girls), just about my age, and we already lived together.
So I typed her name in, and saw a scarily accurate 3-D render of her appear, wearing her black hoodie and jeans, in a sitting position. Tabs and submenues appeared en masse, I found a section on "personality", and ran a little test "Subject will find Anon incredibly attractive. Subject will walk around in lingerie, topless, or no clothing at all while home alone with Anon and doing so will cause her to become very aroused."
I smiled, "should be a good way to find out if this is bullshit or not" I thought to myself as I pressed enter. "Though, I don't know how long it'll take."
I decided to take a quick shower to relax from classes and give the changes some time to settle. 30min later I opened the door, looking around for my new, nude, nypho roommate to jump me like some sort of animal in heat. To my disappointment, her door was wide open and she was nowhere to be found there or in the kitchen. I trudged back to my room, a little deflated, before hearing a giggle as I entered the door.
"Heyyyy Anon" Emily practically moaned from atop my bed.
I dropped my towel in surprise, blushing immediately at the sight of her pale petite frame on display on my messy bed.
"Oohhhh, I didn't know you were so pretty, hun." She purred as she made her way towards me "Mmmph, I'm feeling so hot and bothered all of a sudden, do you think you could help a girl out?"
"I uh, huh, umm... "
Another giggle, before that animal in heat I was looking for pulled me into bed, fucking me with her soft cute body for hours until we both passed out.
The next day I found myself reminiscing about my night with Emily while in a lecture. I had gotten a taste and decided to see what else the program could do. Just some small adjustments all around. I opened Emily's profile again, and went to her proportions. I changed her breasts from a 30B to a pair of heavy round 34DDs and made them more sensitive. Then widened her hips and filled out her ass a bit, giving her a nice hourglass figure.
Back to her personality tab, I added "Subject is addicted to fucking Anon and is submissive to them". Before submitting all the changes I quickly added "Subject is aroused by any physical changes made" just to cover my bases, and pressed enter.
The lecture was just about over when I got a text from Emily.
"Hey, I don't know what's going on, but my tits exploded out of my top, I think my ass is bigger and I really need you, come back to the apartment asap."
Already having trouble hiding my excitement from the thought of her bursting out of a top, I nearly fainted when the second text arrived with it's attachment.
"Don't keep me waiting, baby."
I arrived home, excited to embrace my enhanced roommate, horny beyond belief. She rounded the corner into the living room and my jaw almost hit the floor. The picture was nothing compared to the sexed up version of Emily in front of me that slowly stalked her way towards me. She bit her lip, obviously happy to see me.
"Like what you see?" She said, as she ran her hands up her new curves. "I don't know how it happened, but frankly I don't care. I feel soooooo good."
She came close, very close, I felt her hot breath, I watched her new massive breasts heave up and down hypnotically. She noticed my fixation on her chest and hummed and she began to guide my hands along her soft hips...
"At first I was a little freaked out, they were so heavy."
Up her sides...
"And it happened so fast."
She placed my hands firmly on her chest, my palms sank into the biggest tits I had ever seen, let alone held. Her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, she moaned and her grip tightened while she shuddered.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuck that feeelllsss, Uhhhhhhhnn".
My fingers danced across her huge tits. She came, melted into my hands, and grasped frantically at my shirt for the flesh she craved underneath.
Panting, she managed to finish her thought while I enjoyed the rest of her body. "Haaa, haaa. It's all so hot though. Haa haa. I look like such a ..."
"A slut." I said, as I took two handfuls of her enlarged ass.
"Mmmmmm." She kissed me. "Yeah, and I want to show you just how much of a slut I really am."
A few weeks passed in an instant, between classes and all of the sex with my now girlfriend, time escaped me. I was so caught up in life I left Master PC alone for a good while. Proud of my self control, everything in moderation after all. Besides, my bombshell girlfriend was something I should enjoy for a while, I thought as I opened the door to the apartment.
"Hi baby! How was class?"
"Hey Em. It was fine, unit is a little over my head right now, so I'll have to review it later."
"Oh, poor thing, maybe I can help destress you a bit?" Emily smiled playfully and thrust her chest out at me. "You wanna fuck my titties? Or maybe I could go down on you!" She giggled.
Alright. Maybe I made a few more changes...
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Masterlist
Gaz
Star Crossed Lovers (on hatius (see Beast Within))
Konig
The Beast Within Series (on hatius, being rewritten)
Roommate pt2
Art of Survival
Medic/Doctor
Set up
Creepy König
Gym rat
Ghost/Simon
Good Dog series (on hatius (see Beast Within))
Enemy Ghost
Nightclub
Cod wips
Best friend
Hallow Love
Echos of Betrayal
#cod mw2#Cod mwii#call of duty#call of duty mw2#call of duty mwii#Konig#König#Simon riley#Simon ghost riley
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The Fourth Season (Rewritten)
Part Two: First Day Blues
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Religious and Anti-Religious Themes, Mild Smut, Sex Scene
Previous Parts: 1;
Day One
You slowly rolled over as the alarm from your phone started to increase in volume and then you groaned as you sat up, your hair especially wild this morning.
You sat there not exactly excited to be up at this hour, but then you knew that today was the day your life would change forever.
Reaching high above yourself, you stretched, feeling the pop and creak of your bones, which was something unusual for you and probably due to the fact that your new living arrangements were somewhat strange for you still.
Just two months ago, you separated from your husband and high-school sweetheart James and moved back into your parents’ house in Cork before embarking on your new acting journey.
You were now staying in Wexford to film a movie called “Small Things Like These” and since this was your first movie role, you were rather nervous about it. Thus, you didn’t sleep well which was pretty much what happened whenever you were placed into unfamiliar surroundings and the last two nights were somewhat uneasy for you.
The fact that your ex was working on set with you did not help either. He was in charge of logistics and placed you into a small unit with two other cast members named Lorraine and Emma respectively.
Being around strangers, however, didn’t bother you and after you hopped out of bed, you started about your morning routine, bounding across the tiny apartment, putting together a bag that would be needed for the day.
‘Are you ready? And excited?’ your new roommate Emma asked and, after taking one final step in front of your mirror, you nodded.
‘As ready as I can be’ you said before you took in a deep breath and, together with Emma, you walked out the front door of your apartment which was conveniently located right next to where the film crew had set up camp.
During your short walk downstairs, Emma tried to talk to you, but you were too nervous to respond. You struggled to focus and you could not fight the urge to start humming to yourself as you reflected on things including your separation from James after a total of eight years.
***Flashback***
Two months ago, James admitted to infidelity which occurred when he was working on a set in the US and this mishap ultimately cost him his marriage.
You told him that it was over and, since he was the one with the higher income between you both, you decided to move out and leave him with the house you shared in Cork.
At the time, your parents were supportive of your decision, thinking that you simply needed a break but when they learned that you engaged a solicitor to handle your divorce, all hell broke loose.
As such, during the past two months, you were dragged through the so called “process” the church envisaged for members of your congregation and since both your families were strictly catholic, you had little but no choice than to attend numerous counselling sessions with James.
Thus, you sat down with the monsignor and a counsellor of your church on three separate occasions and every single time James repented and thought that you would forgive him for his indiscretions. According to the counsellor, it would have been the reasonable thing to do, but for you, it was not.
You told James to “go to hell” in no uncertain terms and this caused a shitstorm like you had never seen before.
Your parents were outraged by your attitude towards the church and your beloved husband and the fact that you took up a role in this upcoming movie made matters even worse for you and your family as the movie itself criticised the catholic church and their past actions.
Of course, for James to work on set and for you taking the role, were two entirely different things, which just highlighted again the double standards imposed by your kin and it were exactly those double standards you could no longer accept.
Thus, you applied to the courts for divorce and you most certainly took the role which you knew would change your career forever, seeing that this was a movie produced by two famous actors.
By this time, you had spent all your days learning and practicing your lines. You were sent your scripts and read them every day, over and over again, and soon began to realise that, what was expected of you, was much more than you had anticipated.
Amongst the dialogue and acting out different kinds of emotions, there were two intimate scenes you had to participate in and, in one of those, you would be almost completely naked. All of the scenes were with Cillian Murphy whose wife you had to portray in the movie and, unbeknownst to you, when you signed up, these scenes were scripted entirely at the discretion of the screenwriter to gain more interest from the audience.
Given your lack of sexual experience, this was something that concerned you. You had only ever been with James and your sex life had been rather vanilla to say the least. Nonetheless, you tried to get into character for the role and considered your own sexuality and femininity some more. You wasted a good eight years with your husband of being boring and unadventurous and, now, this had to change. You at least needed to learn how to flirt and be seductive and, sure enough, your best friend Siobhan, who lived in Dublin, gave you some good pointers.
The role required you to be stunning, to be open, and have the body language of a woman in control of her own emotions. This clearly wasn’t you, so you had some learning to do.
According to the script, you were the one who needed to lead at least one of the scenes now scripted and this was something you were unsure about. How, on earth, could you do this with someone like Cillian Murphy? By what you have seen of his work, he was an incredibly talented actor. He was much more experienced than you and he was also twenty years older than you and, yet, you had to lead the scene? Seriously?
***End of Flashback***
Making a quick right, you walked straight onto set with Emma. It was her first day too but, unlike you, she had worked with Cillian and some of the others before and thus was not completely overwhelmed by all the cameras and strangers.
‘Y/N, Emma, welcome’ a blonde woman by the name of Lorraine said to you and, just as you reached for her hand to shake it, the director, Tim, came flying by and pulled you aside.
‘You are early. Good’ he said before telling you that Lorraine, who happened to be Cillian’s personal assistant, would be looking after your schedule as well which, according to him, had just changed due to an equipment break down on set three.
‘Okay, right’ you panicked while Lorraine was flicking through her notes in a haste. Everyone seemed to have been stressed out that day because of the technical issues on set and Lorraine was no exception.
‘What scene is up first then? you thus enquired carefully after waiting patiently until, suddenly another man appeared and hurried you along.
‘We will start with scene four, then move to scene eleven and then, this afternoon, we will shoot scene thirty’ he told you and you were lucky that he handed you a running sheet as, otherwise, you would have gotten rather confused by now.
‘Scene thirty? Today?’ you asked with some confusion and, whilst you knew that the scenes for the movie were to be filmed out of order, this scene itself made you panic.
‘Yes. At 3 o’clock’ Tim, the director, then said before taking off again in order to deal with the camera issues on hand.
‘Dear god, they are throwing you right into the deep end, don’t they?’ Emma observed as she looked at your running sheet and saw that scene thirty was an intimate one with Cillian.
‘I am not prepared for this’ you pointed out to her anxiously especially since you have not even met your co-star yet but Emma reassured you that you would be fine.
‘No one ever is but Cillian is easy to work with. You will be fine’ Emma then reassured you, which is when Lorraine made a somewhat inappropriate joke.
‘I am sure some of the other cast members would happily trade places with you’ she teased before pulling you along and giving you a calm and relaxing stroll through the street following which you spent some more time rehearsing your lines.
An hour later…
Your first scene was with Emma herself who played one of your daughters and, even though Emma was older than you, the make-up department did a fantastic job in making you look somewhat ancient.
This scene itself was easy to film. It took less than three takes and both, the director and Cillian, who had also stepped on to set a few minutes ago, were impressed by your efforts.
“I can see that you are doing well” Cillian said as he greeted you and his demur most certainly put you at ease. He appeared to be so comfortable even if surrounded by all these cameras and this really impressed you and calmed you down.
“It was an easy scene” you told him almost shyly before the director called you both. You had literally no time to chat until you were up, filming your second scene with the man himself.
This scene was more dialogue heavy but you were convincing and passionate nonetheless and, just as you filmed the end of this particular scene, Emma still watched you quietly and smiled.
She acted like a big sister, taking you under her wing and her presence clearly calmed you down as well.
After about six takes, Tim and the others were happy with your work and praised you again. According to them, six takes for something like this was not a lot and you appreciated their kind words.
After you were done with the scene, you took a break and spent some more time with Emma, following which you were sent to the dressing rooms.
You had to get changed for your next scene, which was the rather raunchy scene between your character and Cillian’s character and, whilst there was not much dialogue in this scene, it was the scene that concerned you the most.
You were meant to lead this scene and, by this point, you had barely met the man who the scene was with. Cillian and you only exchanged a total of five sentences which, in your opinion, was not enough in order to get comfortable around him without wearing any clothes.
An hour later…
Luckily for you, you had waxed your legs and every other part of your body just two days ago and yet, when you sat down and a tall woman applied your make up, she still found a hair or two which she plugged away.
Unlike before when you were wearing somewhat ugly brown clothes for your scenes, this time around, you were sitting there in beige underwear while being assessed by the staff and, quickly, a few scars and blemishes were patched up with some foundation.
You were then given some lingerie which was raunchier than anything else you had ever worn before. It took your breath away and you felt incredibly vulnerable when you put it on. On top, you had to wear a woollen cardigan and you were also given some suspenders to put on which you knew your co-star would have to take off slowly.
‘Looks great. We are ready, I think’ the make-up artist eventually said and, out of respect for Cillian, you quickly brushed your teeth before having your lipstick topped up.
Regardless of all the preparation and your deep breathing techniques, you were out of your depth with a scene like this and, when you first walked onto the so called ‘closed’ set dressed in nothing more than a cardigan and underwear, you began to fidget a little.
You were the first one there and sat down in the area indicated for you. It was a tiny bed in the middle of a room which was said to be inside the main characters’ house. There were no windows, but several drapes which divided this part of the set from the rest of the building.
Eventually, Tim the director joined you and so did a camera man, followed by your co-star, Cillian and the crew’s intimacy co-ordinator shortly thereafter.
‘Hey’ Cillian said quietly and you could see that this was as at least a little awkward for him too. ‘Are you alright? You look nervous” he then asked while taking a seat next to you and you carefully bit your lip and stammered out a response.
‘Yes, for a matter of fact, I am nervous. This is my first day on set and I didn’t expect to film a scene like this quite so soon” you admitted while assessing your partner inadvertently as he wore nothing but a worn pair of brown trousers.
“Yeah, timing is not on your side, is it?” Cillian chuckled before apologising for the change in schedule which, you knew, he had nothing to do with, and just as you both sat there, making small talk, the director and intimacy co-coordinator came to see you both.
‘Now, this is what I need from you both’ the director began to say before explaining the scene to you.
According to Tim, it was you who had to take control while , yet, Cillian was to remove your cardigan, suspenders and bra. Tim also explained to Cillian where to place his arm so that your breasts would not be visible on camera before the intimacy co-ordinator addressed your comfortableness level with this kind of scene.
‘We know that Cillian is used to being naked on set but, to you, this is probably something new and my word of advice is to ignore the fact that we are here. You can improvise on the lines and we will shoot the scene in three steps, giving you a break in between’ Tim then furthermore explained and, with that, you nervously nodded before Cillian and you both waited for everyone to get into place.
***
Just as Tim was about to call action however, the team was interrupted as James barged on to scene, relaying yet another issue on set two.
“You cannot just barge in here. This is a closed set” the intimacy co-ordinator said somewhat angrily as James was standing there now, talking to both, Tim and Cillian, while you tried to cover up your semi naked body with the tiny cardigan you had.
“I am sure it is fine. He is her husband” Tim said, dismissing the fact that James saw you like this and you felt it be necessary to correct him.
“We are separated actually, but I am still fine” you pointed out, causing Cillian to look at you with some surprise before pulling his large jacket off the chair behind the camera and handing it to you.
“I am sorry” he then said and you were not quite sure what Cillian was apologising for, but nodded nonetheless before the three of them wrapped up their discussions.
***
After they were done and everyone was back in situ, the director outlined the scene to you once more and, after Tim indicated to the team that everyone was ready now, you took off Cillian’s jacket and placed it aside.
‘Are you alright?’ Cillian then asked and you immediately snapped out of your somewhat intrusive thoughts about how to pull this off.
‘Just nervous. Sorry’ you admitted shyly in response and Cillian smiled.
‘Like I said, there is no need to. We all dislike these kind of scenes. Just follow the directions of the crew and you will be fine. I promise’ he then reassured you and you nodded all while some sweat was building up on your forehead.
‘Okay, I will try. I am ready I think’ you then said, causing Cillian to nod and, whilst it was obvious to him that you had not done this kind of scene before, he remained calm and patient.
‘Me too’ Cillian then said, shortly after which Tim called “action” and you began your dialogue.
Cillian’s presence, however, threw you off guard completely and you needed at least three goes to even get your lines right at the beginning of the scene before you could even move on to the next part, which is where you were wrapping your arms around Cillian’s body.
You did, however, get there in the end and the director called cut. You took a breather and then commenced part two of the scene, which was also the longest and most uncomfortable part you.
‘I don’t know what to tell them. It has been fifteen years…” Cillian began to say with heavy Irish accent as part of the dialogue and you pulled him in tight.
‘You don’t tell them anything and, at least for now, forget about!” you said as you felt the bulging muscles of Cillian’s core.
“I am trying Eileen. I am trying, alright?” he asked and, just as you took in a deep breath and inhaled the fresh scent that accompanied him, you began to stammer.
‘Cut’ the director called and you quickly apologised.
‘You weren’t wrong when you said that you were nervous’ Cillian acknowledged and you wanted to responded with a snappy ‘duh’. Of course you were nervous. You were there, with a stranger, hugging his naked body.
‘I am sorry’ you told him and, just as the director gave you both another quick break, Cillian had a chat with you about the scene.
‘Take a deep breath and try to think about being somewhere else, with someone else. A park maybe, with someone you are attracted to…’ Cillian began to say before giving you some pointers on how to feel comfortable, naked, in front of the camera. But what he didn’t know was that the cameras weren’t what threw you off. It was him. You felt some strange kind of attraction towards this man all of a sudden and even though he was twenty years older than you. What he also did not know was that he was only the second man who had ever seen you like this and you knew that, within minutes, he would be taking off your cardigan, unclasping your bra and kiss you. This, too, was new for you and you began to panic.
‘A park? You want me to imagine being naked in a park, kissing someone I am attracted to?’ you then eventually asked him and laughed to cover up your nervousness and this, too, made Cillian laugh as well.
‘Okay, maybe a park was a bad example. Maybe your house. Your bedroom. Somewhere else, where you would usually have some privacy’ Cillian chuckled and you momentarily closed your eyes and tried.
‘Okay. Let’s do this’ you then said again and Cillian nodded before giving Tim the go ahead.
‘Okay then’ he confirmed and, after about three goes, you managed to say your lines and found yourself in Cillian’s embrace.
Just as the script demanded, Cillian then slid the cardigan off your shoulders and it landed on the floor while you tried to push him on to the bed. He let you, but each time you tried to be dominant, it looked awkward and, eventually, Tim called cut again, for the tenth’s time.
‘Okay, this is not going to work. Let’s move on and revisit this part later. Maybe we can even cut that part out. Let’s see what we get’ he then said before directing you to both get on to the bed which is where he would pick up on the scene.
You felt a little deflated but, just as you were supposed to do, you climbed on top of Cillian’s half naked body and he sat up and caressed your back.
You tried your best not to make contact with his intimate region as you rocked back and forth, allowing your clothed breasts to move against his body while caressing his face until, finally, he kissed you and you began to crumble again.
The nervousness inside your bones was evident to the director and so was the fact that, contrary to the script, you did not take the lead. You were unable to take the lead and Cillian realised that you were getting rather uncomfortable.
‘I am so sorry’ you said to Cillian who was nothing but professional and polite despite the fact that, no doubt, he didn’t really want to kiss you over and over again. By this point, you were up to take eight. Eight kisses and you simply couldn’t get it right.
You looked shy, afraid and nervous and Cillian was quick to hand you his jacket again as the scene was called off once more.
‘Don’t be sorry, alright!’ Cillian said. ‘It is your first day and a scene like this, on your first, is pretty harsh’ Cillian said before telling you about his embarrassing scene in a movie called 28 Days Later.
‘That is very reassuring, but I feel like a failure right now’ you said and there was something endearing about how he was so polite, yet his voice shook your core.
‘You are not. I have seen your stage work, Y/N. It was the best I have seen a very long time and this is exactly why I wanted you for this role” Cillian said and, after yet another break, the director picked up on the scene again and, this time around, gave you slightly different instructions.
As before, you tried to follow them and, this time around, you finally managed to get some of the scene right, including a close-up kiss with Cillian.
But then, the next part of this scene involved much more and when the director and the camera man gave Cillian instructions again on how to move and how to remove your bra so that your bare breasts were not visible on screen, your nervousness returned.
This man was about to take off part of your underwear. Your bare breasts were going to be visible to him and, the worst of it all, was that there was actual skin to skin contact between you. Bare chested and semi-naked, you had to pretend to have sex. You had to moan and pull his hair while he had to pretend to bite your neck. It was a raunchy scene and, after it took you one hour already to get a twenty second kiss and some mild physical interaction on camera, you didn’t know how long it would take you to get a scene like this wrapped up.
You did one take, then another, then a third and, eventually, during your fourth take your bra finally came off and the embarrassment and shame was written all over your face.
You tried again, and again and again but between that, the moaning and hairpulling, it soon became too much for you and Cillian put a stop to it. The scene was not going to get done today and you knew that this was your fault.
You felt deflated and thought that, perhaps, you were not meant to be an actress after all. Perhaps they should have casted someone older or someone with more experience.
You did not even know why you reacted like this in the first place. Why was this so god damn difficult? Was it because of your lack of experience or was it because you felt somewhat flustered in Cillian’s presence? The fact that you thought that he was incredibly attractive did not help you. It made it so much worse and you felt like a little school girl who was too afraid to steal a candy bar from the school cafeteria for the fear of getting caught by the principal.
Of course, no one should ever do that and you thought that this was the most ridiculous analogy you could ever think of but, in the end, you could not come up with anything else.
When you filmed this scene (or at least tried to film this scene) your body was waking up to the idea of having another man pressed against your body for which you did not have much experience at your age. But Cillian did, and tried to guide you, with his arms pulling you and manoeuvring you like a delicate doll. And yet, his efforts were futile as your actions did not translate to the dominance your character was meant to portray.
It was a disaster and the director was not exactly impressed by how the filming day ended and neither were you.
***
Later that day, back at the small unit which you shared with Emma, you sat down and rehearsed your scenes for Day Two. You had two scenes with Cillian and, luckily for you, neither of them were intimate ones. Despite this, you knew that you had to pick up your game but Emma believed that you were doing much better than you had thought.
‘Listen, your scenes are great. Sex scenes are awkward and after having worked with Cillian in the past I can tell you that he will not be annoyed or frustrated with you. He is one of the producers of this movie and probably called off the scene to do you a favour. He is a nice and caring guy and is very professional even though, sometimes, he acts like a twelve year old child’ Emma laughed after you told her in great detail about what happened that day and what you thought that Cillian might think about you now, causing you to panic about tomorrow’s schedule scenes with him.
‘He seems nice. But still. I failed. Miserably’ you said but Emma shook her head and pulled you off your seat.
‘What are you doing?’ you wanted know and all she had told you was that you had to come with her.
“We are going for a quick drive” she announced and you didn’t dare to question her.
***
Fifteen minutes later, you eventually arrived at a small cottage outside Wexford and got out of Emma’s car.
As you stood there, wondering what was going on, Emma began to knock on the door and, after about a minute, you were surprised when Cillian opened it, seeing that this was his rather secluded accommodation for the duration of the show.
‘Hey’ Cillian said before smiling and furrowing his eyebrows all at the same time.
‘Do you want to come in?’ he then asked politely as Emma already marched through the door and you were still standing there, frozen to the spot.
‘Uhm, yeah. Sure. Thanks’ you stammered as, in his pyjamas, he was a little less intimidating than being half naked.
‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Cillian then joked, seeing that, clearly, Emma was not there, at the cottage, just for fun and, when she asked him for a quick chat about today, you began to get a little nervous again.
‘A chat? Sure’ he said. ‘Can I offer you a drink?’ he then asked with a smile. His demur was generally friendly and down to earth.
‘What do you have?’ Emma asked cheekily while looking through his fridge.
‘Guinness or tap water. I am out of wine’ he laughed, causing Emma to roll her eyes.
‘Tap water’ she chuckled and Cillian’s look turned to you.
‘I don’t drink alcohol, so water please’ you told him and he went to pour you and Emma a glass of water with some ice.
‘You don’t drink? At all?’ Cillian then asked surprised and you nodded while he handed you the glass.
‘So?’ Cillian then asked, waiting for Emma to fill him in and, when she asked Cillian to tell you the story about their first ever intimate scene together on stage, he began to laugh.
‘Fuck, really?’ Cillian chuckled before realising why Emma wanted him to spill the beans on his little mishap. What happened today was clearly embarrassing for you and Emma wanted you to realise that it was not as uncommon as you thought.
With that in mind, Cillian did, indeed, tell you what happened and, according to him, the stage production had to be called off for three days because he inadvertently broke Emma’s nose.
‘How?’ you wanted to know, causing Cillian to shake his head. He could laugh about it now and so could Emma but, back then, more than ten years ago, he was petrified.
‘We rehearsed a scene on stage and it took about ten takes. It was not as intense as the scene we filmed today but it was a difficult one for us both. Then, when Enda finally called cut, I got up, leaning against one of the props and it slipped. My forehead went straight down and I hit Emma’s nose, breaking it’ Cillian explained reluctantly and you gasped.
‘Yeah, I was naked and covered in blood while Cillian almost fainted’ Emma laughed, causing Cillian to roll his eyes.
‘I did not almost faint’ he ought to clarify but Emma continued to tease him.
‘You so did. You turned pale and got all dizzy’ she said, causing even you to laugh.
‘Right, so today wasn’t so bad after all then?’ you acknowledged and both Emma and Cillian shook their heads.
‘Honestly? This scene should never have been scheduled for today. It was your first day on set and I spoke to Tim about it. We will just give it another crack in a few weeks or scrap it’ Cillian said and you appreciated his words.
‘I don’t want to scrap the scene. Clearly, you think that it is important’ you then said but Cillian laughed.
‘It is not that important. The production company wanted some sex and nudity, that’s all it is’ Cillian acknowledged.
‘Aren’t they getting to see your naked butt in the first twenty minutes? Isn’t that enough’ Emma then teased, causing you both to laugh.
‘Apparently not’ Cillian told her and, just after you had a little laugh yourself, you asked them both how they ever manage to film scenes likes this, namely raunchy intimate scenes.
‘Cillian? You’ve done a few more than me. Tell her about them’ Emma went on to say but Cillian simply laughed again.
‘What works for me will not necessarily work for you. I honestly just try to switch off and focus on my lines and the directions given to me’ he explained while shrugging his shoulders.
‘Great. I did try that and, quite evidently, it did not work’ you told him.
‘It might after we have some more scenes together. Like I said, I think that it was a mistake having a scene like this scheduled for the first day on set even if it was scheduled that way simply due to the mechanical breakdown on set three. You’ll be fine and we can talk through the scene beforehand if you like’ Cillian suggested and you nodded nervously.
‘That’s true. You will get to know each other first before you have to make out again. That always helps’ Emma chuckled, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.
‘Your comment is not very helpful Emma. Making out? Really? This is art, work, or whatever you want to call it. But it is not making out’ Cillian laughed, trying to cheer you up and you sure had a quick chuckle yourself when he commented on Emma’s suggestion.
‘Well, I tell you what I do Y/N and no offense to you Cillian, but when I film a scene like this I think about the man in my life and just switch off. So, if you have a boyfriend, think about him. That might help with the comfort level’ Emma explained causing Cillian’s eyes to widen.
‘I do not. I am single. Happily so. I only just separated from my husband’ you said and Cillian couldn’t help but comment again.
‘Yeah, about that…” he said with some concern before carrying on. “How will you go working with him on set? He is our logistics manager and Tim is rather concerned about you having separated from each other” Cillian pointed out seeing that it was him who convinced Tim to cast you in the first place and in spite of the fact that you were married to someone else employed by the production company.
“Honestly? I hate his guts! But I am professional enough to put my personal life aside and concentrate on my work, so don’t worry. I will just be fine” you told him, hoping that James would be able to do the same.
To be continued…
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I've been struggling with some of my unfinished drafts so I decided to ask for you all opinions
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SET MY EYES ON YOU♥︎೨
shikanoin heizou x f!reader social media au ⸝⸝ college!au
synopsis; while you and Heizou don't share majors, both of you are in the entertainment industry. Your roommates are often affiliated with each other, such as hangouts collabs, etc. You had the impression that he didn't like you, so you (thought) returned the treatment which resulted in bickering and rivalry over dumb things...but things changed after your situationship went downhill...
status ╰・being rewritten tagslist ╰・open !! (pls)..
tags ╰・; college students, modern au, entertainment industry, 6reeze au, idol yn, hurt no comfortish (near the end or mid story), LOTS of jealousy, unrequited love if you squint, past lovers (yn and ayato), to enemies to loversish (they dont actually hate eachother, so ig its not rlly enemies.), suggestive themes (occasional smut) , yn loves astronomy (tbhk hanako) betrayal, perfectionist yn
other ships included - xinqiu x chongyun, yoimiya x ayaka, scara x mona, kokomi x gorou and probably more ill add to the list..
➜ ALOT MORE ill include it in the chapters !! it might change a bit tho bc I don't follow my own storyline..
note ^ the posting time might vary, ill try to post today since from mon-fri im at school (UNLESS I skip which I do often) after that summer break woohoo ill try to update once a day or twice a week maybe more to promises I procrastinate D:
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paper cut - written
tears of comfort- written
panicking - written
queen cunt is back to serve
hangover
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tongue tied
breaking news
2nd situationship sink
delusion is no longer free
tba.
i am um, currently rewriting it bc after 2 months i didnt like it so uh yeah itll be back soon i think
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pickles x fem!reader
the two of you meet in rehab; him being a metal drummer punished for drinking while operating a hovercraft and you being a recovering alcoholic and drug addict who recently relapsed.
in the short weeks you spent with him, you came to two realizations; he was more addicting than any drug, and you never wanted to quit this drug.
ao3 version here - first two chapters are rewritten on tumblr and the rest will be the same moving forward.
content warning: this story involves discussion of alcoholism, drug usage, and drug addiction. reader is a recovering addict.
chapter one - admission
As you stepped inside the cold and sterile rehabilitation center, you shivered a bit. Despite your arms being covered by your thick hoodie, you still felt the icy chill run down your spine. It was a sensation that felt all too familiar unfortunately.
You didn't want to be here. It was a moment of weakness that put you back right where you had started years ago. The sterile white walls, judging looks given by the nurses and aides, the ashen faces of the recovering drug and alcohol addicts, seeking out anything to help them through their withdrawals. Everything about this place screamed death and despair, and you had escaped it alive only to be thrown right back in.
You had just started a new job, moving out of your parents’ home and finally gaining the independence you had worked so hard for. From the outside looking in, everything was looking up. However, unbeknownst to those who knew you, you were severely stressed from the workload placed on you, coming home to an empty apartment since your roommate worked nights and away from the support system you had created back at home outside of your family. Week after week, the stress began to pile up and one night, after several years of being sober and carrying that sobriety coin in your wallet, you had a couple glasses of wine, justifying in your head that you deserved it after getting through the week.
It was only to loosen up.
Once your roommate stepped into your apartment the next morning to find you, not at work, but knocked out with an empty bottle of wine by your side, it did not take her long to put two and two together. Out of concern, she encouraged you to call your support system and family. What harm would it be, right?
The reaction you got was a brutal blow to your ego. Your friends began to worry about you; their feelings being mixed as you had been on top of sobriety since your last program but ultimately agreeing to support you in getting back on track. Your parents didn't trust you the moment that you admitted your mistake, immediately demanding you come home and that you weren't ready to take on the world yet.
Deciding to 'get your life together', you agreed to take medical leave from work and go to rehab to keep your parents from dragging you back home kicking and screaming. Your friends breathed a sigh of relief but your parents didn't let their guard down. They forced you to stay for the whole program to make sure you were put on the right path again and everything was alright with you.
An elderly woman, a nurse in the facility, saw you standing there, immediately recognizing you, and shook you gently by the shoulder. Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked back and smiled a bit at the familiar looking woman.
"Hey there, Cecilia. You miss me?" You chuckle bitterly, stuffing your hands in your pockets. The nurse's eyes looked down and she sighed, "I thought you were clean, kid. You were one of the lucky ones to escape this hell hole and now, you're back." Her tired eyes looked back up at you before her lips spread into a grin, "Well, at least I got someone sane to keep me company for a while. Follow me, they’re have been some changes since you were last here but at least we got better mattresses and food this time around.”
With a nod, you headed down the hall where you surveyed each room. Inside, irritated doctors and psychiatrists argued with uncooperative and stubborn alcoholics and drug addicts. You rolled your eyes, "Typical..." you mutter under your breath.
You silently stopped at a room, and Cecilia opened it. Setting your duffel bag down, you turned to the elderly woman and smiled tiredly, "Thank-"
Your sentence was cut off by a doctor rushing over to Cecilia and talking to her, ignoring your presence, "Pickles is wreaking havoc... again."
Cecilia shook her head and looked over at you, "Sorry, kid... duty calls. We got a new troublemaker on our hands for a few weeks while you're here. Be back soon." She quickly left you by yourself to chase down the troublemaker.
You nodded and started unpacking your duffel bag. You remembered to pack some thick blankets and your own sheets as well as a few comforts from home - your favorite body wash, noise-canceling headphones, and a few snacks that you were surprised didn’t get confiscated considering they could have easily been edibles. As you were in the middle of unpacking, you hear a succession of loud knocks on your door. Assuming it’s Cecilia, you open the door with a hum, “You catch him, ‘Cilia?”
Instead, you were greeted by a handsome red-headed man.
You quickly surveyed his thin form, skullet red hair, pale skin and sharp green eyes. Unlike almost everyone here, including you, he looked alive. Rejuvenated. Like he was ready to get out of this hell hole now, kicking and screaming. It finally hits you who this was and before you can question what he’s doing here, his distinct North Midwestern accent cuts you off from your thoughts, "Hey.. um.. can I hide in here?"
You blinked and gave him a puzzled look, "Uhm.. may I ask why?"
Pickles had been running from a few of the guards who had caught him pissing in a garbage can since the main bathroom was occupied by one of the other patients having a panic attack. Trying to find a place to escape, he wasn’t expecting to open the door to someone close to his age, especially someone as attractive as you. His face broke out into a grin and he put his hand out, "You must be new here.. I'm Pickles.."
He expected a bigger reaction out of you considering his status but you simply blinked before chuckling and crossing your arms, "So you're the new troublemaker? The guy everyone's trying to hunt down?"
Pickles was surprised at how you addressed him but nodded with a smirk, "That would be me."
You smirked, "Pleasure to meet you, Pickles. I'm [Your Name].. and I'd be glad to let you hide out here till later but what's in it for me..?"
The drummer chuckled and his grin got wider, "I can't really give you anything while we're in this place. But I promise I'll make it up to you once we get out. Deal?" He put his hand out to seal your agreement.
You pondered for a minute, hearing the guards’ voice grow closer before shrugging, "Well, what have I got to lose? Deal."
Your hands met before clasping together and shaking.
'Well, at least there's someone sane and reliable in this hell hole..' he thought with a smirk as he stepped inside your room, the door shutting behind the two of you.
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Eustass Kid x CisFem Reader Song Fic
We met and it was simple
I had it all and you were the one
That would make it all okay
You made me feel so different
Gentle caresses turned into harsh tugs. Overly warm digits lapped at sensitive places as his breath grazed your neck. He leaned to your ear slowing his pace to draw out more melodic moans. Your nails dragged down his forearms as he hovered above you, begging him to let you finish. His hips pressed to yours firmly, holding steady, he refused your whimpering plea.
We had each other night after night
All my troubles went away
“You’re mine.” the redhead rumbled sinking his teeth into the soft space below your jaw.
Your heart fluttered and insides squeezed, but this was just a fling.
But of course it's just not the same
Meant to be just a rendezvous to relieve each other’s urges and stress; something temporary that went on far too long. Feelings disguised as lust and pleasure crept up into your heart. He didn’t help; all the sweet nothings and amorous touches dragged you along.
You try to hold too tightly
Everything's gonna change
Make the rules and it's just a game
It was all a memory now. All the times you'd been together, every flirty message: all gone.
You sat on the couch, frown etched into your features.
"We can't keep this up." muttered the redhead.
I can't stop burning bridges
I'll win you over, make you my own
And then we'll both feel different
“I- I don't really understand." your voice was so low you were surprised he heard you.
"We agreed it was temporary." his vermilion gaze swept away from you.
You can't possibly give what I want from you
I know I said you were perfect
I made the rules that you didn't know
All of these expectations
You can't possibly give what I want from you
"Kid, please, I- ." you begged
"F/N." he cut you off, "Do not finish that sentence."
So now I treat you different
I made a list of all that I need
And I left it up to you
I treat you like a stranger
He walked passed you the next day, face straight, those gorgeous eyes forward. You knew he felt your gaze as you desperately fought to not call out to him.
And talk to strangers like they know me
It's your fault for all I do
As if you don't suffer too
I tied up all our shit
Into something that we can't undo
These are the rules I should follow too
Sobs rattled through your chest and up your throat as you gasped. It had been close to an hour and though your voice was hoarse and your eyes burned with tears, you couldn't stop.
This was on you.
You fell in love.
Oh it's all my fault
Never meant to be so unkind
Now I don't listen when you talk
And what it comes down to is
I'm just afraid to lose something that shouldn't be mine
"F/N-ya," your roommate had entered so quietly you hadn't noticed, "slow deep breaths."
You did your best to follow his instructions rolling over in the bed to face him as he took a seat on the mattress.
"He's not worth the production." tattooed digits brushed your matted hair from your face.
You nodded trying to gain some sense of control.
I can't stop burning bridges
I'll win you over, make you my own
And then we'll both feel different
You can't possibly give what I want from you
I know I said you were perfect
Kid sat with a sigh deleting the same text he'd rewritten three times.
He was too proud.
And you were gone.
I made the rules that you didn't know
All of these expectations
You can't possibly give what I want from you
A/N - this was a bit of a challenge from AbyssCronica, I have too many fluffy fics. It was supposed to be a drabble but clearly it's just an angsty song fic.
Song: Expectations by Wild Child
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Brothers - Chapter One
Garreth Weasley 🔺️F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley
I have rewritten this first chapter. Thank you for the love on the original post, but I thought I could do better and started again.
Oscar Weasley is an OC created by @eternalremorse and fleshed out by members of the Garreth's Groupies Discord ❤️
Garreth and his older brother, Oscar, both have a soft spot for MC, and so a love rivalry emerges during MC's 6th year at Hogwarts.
Chapter One - September 1st
The scenery whizzed past the windows as the Hogwarts Express clattered along the track on its way to Scotland. MC leaned her head against the glass, her eyes growing drowsy with the steady clickity-clack of the train after a lack of sleep last night. Coming back to Hogwarts as a 6th year filled her with a deep sense of longing and excitement. Her debut as a 5th year had been explosive, to say the least. The whole year had been a whirlwind of events that had left her with the occasional nightmare, but she also had discovered a deep thirst for magical knowledge and had made some wonderful new friends too.
Compared to this time last year, there were no nerves, no fear of the unknown, and definitely no dragon attacks as the train made its trip through rolling English countryside. She had not tossed and turned all night racked with nerves but had been restless and excited to return to the one place where she could truly be herself. Her fingers caught the edge of her black robe, trimmed in yellow for Hufflepuff house, and a smile tugged at her lips as she looked forward to stepping foot inside her common room.
"Sickle for your thoughts," Poppy said.
MC's smile widened as she lifted her head from the cool glass of the train window and turned to her friend. Poppy's hair had grown a little longer, and there were definitely more freckles across her cheeks from all the time spent outside over summer helping her grandmother with their beasts. MC had been fortunate enough to spend a week with Poppy and her grandmother during the summer, making memories she would cherish forever.
"I'm looking forward to this term," MC said. "I'm ready, more than ready, in fact, to get stuck in. Hopefully, there will be less drama this year, and I can concentrate on my studies."
Poppy smiled and opened her box of sweet treats that she had purchased from the trolley. "I am looking forward to this year as well," she said. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Although, I am not ruling out a complete absence of drama. Speaking of, do you have any gossip to share? I heard that Leanora Everleigh's parents were looking for a husband for her already."
MC wrinkled her nose. "Poor Leanora. Can she not choose one for herself?"
Poppy shrugged. "Perhaps, although it isn't uncommon to arrange a marriage." She popped a sweet into her mouth and leaned back, her face thoughtful. "Now, who would I fancy being arranged into marriage with," she mused. "Isaac Cooper? Hmm, too much of a show off. Andrew Larson is cute and very smart. Definitely not that creep from Slytherin who torments the animals. Imagine the horror!"
MC gave her an amused glance and shook her head. "There's plenty of time for all that later on," MC said. "My roommate at the orphanage got engaged this summer. She is so happy, and I am pleased for her, but I intend on finishing my education before I get swamped in by all that nonsense."
Poppy gave her a nudge and scoffed at her quick dismissal. "Don't tell me you would be immune to the charms of a handsome boy, MC," she said. She quirked her eyebrow playfully. "You never did fill me in on your little trip to Feldcroft. How is Sebastian, by the way?"
MC rolled her eyes. "My trip was lovely, and it was quite proper. I can assure you," MC insisted. She shifted in her seat, adjusting her robes. "Sebastian is one of my best friends, and anyway, Ominis was there too. He spent the whole summer with Sebastian as he usually does."
Poppy hummed in mock disapproval. "Goodness me, spending time with not one but two Slytherin boys over summer break. Quite the scandal! Imagine if Leanora did that. Her poor mother would be mortified! No handsome bachelors for Miss Everleigh after that!"
MC fought back her giggle. "I've missed you, Poppy."
Poppy grinned and linked her hand with MC's. "Perhaps this year will be less about fighting dark wizards and more about winning someone's heart."
MC shook her head and leant back against the glass window, the countryside growing wilder and more mountainous as they travelled further north. Poppy may tease her about her closeness with Sebastian, but he truly was just a friend. MC thought about all this talk of marriage and winning someone's heart and couldn't imagine herself in that kind of situation.
She had no parents to arrange a marriage for her, not that she would want that for herself. She was strong in her belief of finding her own way in matters of the heart. She was grateful for the open-minded community that the Wizarding World offered in that respect. They still arranged marriages, but there was definitely more freedom of choice when it came to being yourself and what path you may wish to take. No stuffy finishing schools for witches, that was for sure.
Her thoughts drifted to the exchange of owls she had shared with Garreth Weasley over the summer. She had honestly not expected him to write at all when she had slipped him her address on the last day of 5th year, but he had. MC had devoured every letter describing his home on the farm, his family, and his outlandish ideas for various potions. With no family of her own, MC had absorbed every detail and tried to imagine what it was like to live in a home with siblings that were your blood, that had a shared history with you, rather than random children that passed through her orphanage like ships in the night.
A soft smile returned to her lips as she thought about Garreth. The summer break was a long one, weeks apart from her potions partner, and she wondered if he still looked the same. He had the most adorable smile and fluffy hair, and she had discovered that she was rather fond of boys with freckles.
She had first noticed this attraction when Sebastian had befriended her last year, but her silly crush on him had faded as their friendship had strengthened, and then her eyes had been drawn to Weasley. Taking the bold move to switch seats in potions to allow her the chance to get to know him better had been absolutely worth it in her opinion. He had no idea about her crush on him. There was no way she would admit to that. He might laugh or avoid her all together, and she didn't think she could handle that.
Poppy's suggestion that this year could be the year to find a boyfriend replayed in her thoughts. MC tried to imagine what that might be like and felt her cheeks warm. She had never kissed a boy before, had only ever touched one for the first time last year, and that didn't really count. Sebastian tended to her battle wounds, and she tended his, but that didn't really come into the category of romance. A hug in friendship was not the same as reaching out to touch someone with intent for more, and thoughts such as this made her shiver. It made warmth gather in intimate places that made her ache and tingle for something mysterious and new.
It was all rather overwhelming, and this is why concentrating on her studies was something far more sensible and within her comfort zone. There was no need for any other distractions.
....*....
Hogsmeade Station was overrun with students as they piled off the Hogwarts Express, greeting friends and juggling their belongings as they headed towards the waiting carriages to take them along to the school. Garreth stepped from the train, yawning and rubbing his rumbling stomach as his older brother, Oscar, appeared beside him. Oscar grinned and ruffled his hair, an annoying habit that irritated Garreth to the point of gritting his teeth.
"Stop that," he hissed.
Oscar chuckled. "I can't help it, your hair is just so fluffy and begs to be ruffled like a big shaggy dog."
"You're not funny," Garreth groused. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and began to wind his way through the hustle of students, Oscar close behind him.
"Where's Hector?" Oscar asked. Garreth thumbed back to where they had just come from, where their younger brother was in the middle of a group of friends. "He told me to get lost so I wouldn't embarrass him in front his mates."
Oscar laughed. "He's got a point."
A group of girls caught sight of them, their cheeks blushing and smiles widening, but Garreth knew it wasn't for him. He threw a glance over his shoulder to see Oscar giving the girls a flirty smile, winking as they walked by. The girls seemed to huddle closer together, whispering and giggling as they gave Oscar furtive glances.
Garreth rolled his eyes and shook his head. "We are not even through the bloody school gates yet and you're chasing skirt."
Oscar wiggled his eyebrows. "No harm in casting the net out, brother. It's my last year here, got to make sure I don't miss out on all the pretty witches before I leave."
Garreth frowned. "There's a name for men like you."
Oscar looked at him. "Charming, handsome, fun...eligible?"
Garreth scoffed. "A cad, and an insufferable flirt, you could even say a man whore, if the cap fits."
Oscar laughed and draped his arm around Garreth's shoulder. "Trust me, brother, make the most of your time here at Hogwarts. You're a 6th year now. The girls are definitely more game for a kiss. Get your nose out of your potion kit and start enjoying the view, and work some of that Weasley charm. I will even show you where the best broom cupboards are for a bit of cheeky snogging if you like."
Garreth could feel his cheeks growing hot at the very idea of taking a girl into a broom closet. He tugged at his collar as one girl in particular came to mind, a girl who had been sending him owls all summer. He had been trying not to be too obvious at seeking MC out amongst the students piling out onto the platform, but he knew she would be there somewhere. It had been bad enough sitting through the long train journey knowing that she was seated within the long row of carriages, the urge to get up and wander along the passageway in the hopes of bumping into her had niggled at him all the way from London.
There would be plenty of time to see MC in class, though. He hoped she would take the seat next to him in Potions again like she had done towards the end of 5th year. His heart pattered away haphazardly at the thought. It made the lesson even more of a favourite to have her beside him. He was fairly certain that MC had the prettiest eyes he had ever come across.
As they neared the enchanted carriages that would take them up to the school, no horses needed here after all when you had magic, Oscar clapped Garreth on the shoulder. "Ah, I can see my own classmates, brother," he said. "We shall catch up on snogging locations another time."
Garreth gave his brother a sour smile. "Great."
Garreth stilled, his expression shifting to one of delight as his gaze landed on his favourite Hufflepuff getting ready to climb up into a carriage with Poppy Sweeting. "MC!" He called.
Her name burst from his lips before he could even think about it. Her head turned, her eyes scanning the students around her to see who had called out. Garreth flushed scarlet at the realisation he had just shouted at her across the pathway. His mother would have slapped the back of his head and demanded to know what he had done with his manners.
Oscar paused in his step. "Well, well, if it isn't our very own Hero of Hogwarts," he said.
MC caught sight of Garreth, and a smile lit her face immediately. She lifted her hand in a wave, and Garreth waved back, his heart soaring. She looked wonderful, her smile wide and happy, those lovely eyes lighting up at the sight of him. All the Owls they had exchanged over summer seemed to hang in the air between them, and he smiled softly back at her.
"A friend of yours, is she?" Oscar asked.
Garreth glanced at Oscar, his mouth tightening as he saw the way he was giving MC a slow look up and down. "Yes, she is," he said firmly.
Oscar raised an eyebrow. "She is rather lovely, isn't she?" He tilted his head curiously. "Although, it seems she may already be spoken for."
Garreth whipped his head back around to see MC taking the hand of Sebastian Sallow as he helped her up into the carriage. MC was smiling up at Sallow now, their chatter and laughter very familiar and intimate. Garreth felt his soaring heart shrink a little. Those two had been rather close all through 5th year, and it looked like not a lot had changed.
"They are always together," Garreth said. "If it's not Crossed Wands, it's in the library, or whispering with each other in corners."
Oscar gave him a look. "You almost sound jealous, Garreth."
Garreth shifted his feet and adjusted his bag again, his cheeks warming. "No," he denied. "Don't be daft."
"It's not daft, brother," Oscar said. He turned his gaze back towards MC, his teeth rolling his lower lip. "It's not daft at all. Now, that is the kind of pretty witch you want to tempt into dark cupboards, brother. I've seen her in Crossed Wands. She is a feisty little thing, and I do like a witch with a bit of fire to her. I might have to make a point of speaking to her next time I'm there."
Oscar gave a playful wink as he patted Garreth on the shoulder. Garreth stared after Oscar as he sauntered off to greet his friends, clenching his teeth together in frustration. The bitter thing about it was that, knowing Oscar, he probably would.
Garreth's shoulders drooped, and he sighed as he headed towards a carriage where Leander Prewett was settling down with a few others from Gryffindor house. Garreth shook hands with Leander, and they nodded to each other. It hadn't been that long since he had seen Leander. They often spent time together over the summer as their parents were friendly with each other. He supposed he could say that they were best friends, they shared a dormitory, and he spent the most time with him compared to anyone else at school.
Garreth listened idly to the chatter in the carriage as it lurched into motion, the wheels creaking a bit as it began its long trip towards Hogwarts. He clutched his bag on his lap, his gaze drifting to the carriage up ahead where MC was sitting with Sebastian. It didn't even make sense that Sallow was here. He must have come down to the station to meet MC from the train because he lived fairly close by. There was no other reason for him to be here that Garreth could think of.
Sallow was a top duellist, a smart Slytherin who kept company with a Gaunt, and there weren't many who were willing to get on the wrong side of him and Ominis. If Sallow truly did have a claim on MC, then that was that as far as Garreth could see.
And then there was his brother, Oscar, who could charm the birds from the trees with his smile, who had girls falling over themselves to just speak with him. Garreth was fairly sure that Oscar had even taken a girl to bed judging by some of the comments he had overheard him making to his friends. How could Garreth ever hope to compete with experience such as that?
With two older siblings and two younger siblings, Garreth was very much the middle child, and he felt invisible, almost inadequate at times. It was one of the reasons he concentrated so hard on his potion brewing. He was not incredibly smart like Nigellus, and he wasn't as charming and handsome as Oscar, who was an impressive Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team to add to his attractiveness. Garreth needed to be good at something, and potions were his passion. He was quieter and more sensitive than his other siblings, preferring to sit and write in his diary than go whizzing about on a broomstick like Oscar, or impress people at the Ministry with his brilliant brain like Nigellus.
How was there ever going to be any hope of getting the attention of a brilliant witch like MC, who could bring down a troll single handed, or put a stop to a goblin rebellion right underneath their school. Oscar hadn't called her a hero for nothing. Garreth sighed and pondered over his thoughts as the carriage rolled along, and then his stomach rumbled, and he hoped that there would be apple pie and custard for pudding this evening.
....*....
As usual, the house elves had outdone themselves with the feast. The food spread out along the four house tables was magnificent, and students were tucking in, sampling the various dishes and chatting with their housemates. The new first years had been Sorted, and there was a buzz of anticipation in the air for the start of a new term.
Oscar Weasley speared a roasted potato with his fork and listened as Isaac Cooper chatted about the Quidditch game he had gone to see over the summer. Cooper was on the Gryffindor team, and he was an excellent Chaser, their Captain, and he was a fierce advocate for getting Headmaster Black to bring Quidditch games back to Hogwarts. Together with Imelda Reyes, they had put together a petition and ran a strong campaign last summer to attempt just that. It was unusual for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to work together for Quidditch, but their passion for the game was unrivalled.
"So, do you think Black will concede this year, Cooper?"
The boy frowned over his dinner. "I bloody hope so. It's just not right, no Quidditch, pfft! It's not Hogwarts without it."
"I couldn't agree more," Oscar said. "Seeing as it's my last year, I would quite like to get back out there. I've missed it!"
"Missed showing off is more like it," Garreth quipped.
Oscar gazed down the table to where his brother was sitting. Garreth's smirk was daring him to quip back and Oscar merely narrowed his eyes. Garreth was trying to get a rise out of him, and he had been all evening since they had got off the train, and Oscar had an inkling why.
Sliding his gaze away from his younger brother, Oscar looked across towards the Hufflepuff table and the rather lovely view afforded to him of MC. She was sitting with a brunette girl, and they were chatting away, MC's hair pulled back into a braid with soft strands framing that very pretty face. Her smile had a way of lighting up her features that caught Oscar's attention. She moved with a charming grace, her slender hands animated but not overly so. He had seen those hands in a duel, quick and deadly, nothing like the gentle, soft way she was speaking to her friend. Oscar realised he would quite like to get to know her a little better. She was fascinating to him.
As they finished up their meals, Oscar's gaze kept drifting back over towards MC, and a few times, she had caught his gaze. Her eyes had danced quickly away, a lovely pink colour flooding her cheeks as she did so. Oscar's curiosity was piqued even more. There was something very soft and innocent about her despite her heroic deeds, and the more he looked, the more intrigued he became.
As he wiped his mouth with a napkin, Professor Black took to the podium and addressed the Great Hall. The hum of conversation dwindled to a stop, and the students turned their gazes towards their Headmaster. Oscar folded his arms, boredom seeping through him as the pompous fool began to speak. Black was one member of the faculty he certainly wouldn't miss when he left.
"Another year, another opportunity to be at our best..." Black droned on.
Oscar yawned and flicked a stray pea across the table towards Garreth. It sadly missed its target and promptly landed into the lap of the girl sitting next to him, another late starter transferred from Africa. She frowned and glanced up, Oscar fixing a look of pure innocence on his face as he pretended to be engrossed in Black's speech.
At her irritated click of the tongue, Oscar fought the urge to smirk and leant his chin on his hand, his elbow on the table top.
"And so, as a consequence of such hard work and dedication from our students, and the threat of the goblin uprising now over thanks to MC, it gives me great pleasure to announce the return of Quidditch matches to the school's extra curricular activities," Black announced.
Oscar's attention was quickly snagged at those words, and he straightened, his lips stretching into a wide smile as he looked across the table towards Isaac Cooper. Cooper gaped and immediately stood, along with many other students, to clap and cheer. The entire Great Hall erupted into sound as excited voices and applause filled the air. Oscar got to his feet, too, a thrill shooting through him at the thought of getting back out onto the pitch and smashing a few Bludgers about. He lifted up his hand towards Copper, and they grasped each other in a victory shake.
"This is going to be the best season yet," Cooper vowed. Oscar nodded in agreement.
He couldn't help but look across towards the Hufflepuff table. MC was on her feet, her little friend hugging her happily as they, too, celebrated the news. Other Hufflepuff students were patting MC on the back and shaking her hand, her face a glorious pink as she accepted their praise rather awkwardly.
Black had said it himself. Thanks to her, the goblins were gone, and now Quidditch was back. Oscar made a mental note to thank her himself, an ideal conversation starter, and he definitely wanted to start something where MC was concerned.
....*....
Poppy had taken her arm and led MC out of the Great Hall after dinner, making their way towards the Hufflepuff common room, other students dirifting off in various directions to do the same. MC leaned against her friend. She was tired after the long journey and a big meal. There was a buzz of excitement in the air with the news about Quidditch returning, and while MC couldn't wait to experience the game for the first time in match form, Professor Black had reminded everyone of her deeds last year and now they were making a fuss.
MC hated to be reminded of it. She was no hero, not really. She had done terrible things to stop that rebellion, and the nightmares still plagued her, her heart still hurt from the loss of Professor Fig. But, the rest of the school did not know the half of it. The only people who truly understood were Poppy, Sebastian, and Natsai. And even then, it was only Sebastian who knew the deepest, darkest secrets of her heart, just as she knew his.
They had made a promise to each other, her and Sebastian, to take those dark secrets to their graves, and she intended to keep it that way. So, when people came up to her and reminded her of being their "Hero of Hogwarts," she smiled and nodded and thanked them for their kind words.
It was exhausting.
"My bed is calling for me, Poppy," she sighed.
"Mine too," Poppy yawned.
The Hufflepuff common room had that warm, inviting ambience that wrapped you up safe and secure. MC savoured the cosy feel as she made her way up to her dormitory, Poppy still at her side. They had beds beside each other, and they chatted in between their yawns as they readied for bed.
"Who is better looking, Isaac Cooper, or Oscar Weasley?" Poppy asked.
MC gave her a look. "Are we talking boys again? Really?"
Poppy gave her a sly smile. "As if you didn't notice the way Oscar Weasley was staring at you during dinner."
MC flushed and turned her back, taking great pains to neatly fold her clothing and stack it in her chest while she waited for her cheeks to cool down. "Nonsense," she muttered.
Her heart thumped a little louder under her ribs as her cheeks burned. She had noticed Oscar staring. Of course she had. It seemed that whenever she glanced across at the Gryffindor table, Oscar's blue eyes were fixed on her. MC brushed her hair back from her hot face and ignored Poppy's giggle.
"Oscar would definitely be in my top five of 'What Ifs'." Poppy climbed into her bed, and MC moved to do the same, pulling back her blankets.
"Your 'What Ifs'?" MC asked. "What does that mean?"
"What if they kissed me?" Poppy said impishly.
MC settled down into her bed and turned to face her friend, adjusting her pillow. "And who else is on this list, dare I ask?"
Poppy shifted to face her, laying close to the edge of her bed so she could whisper across to MC. "Isaac Cooper, obviously. Like Oscar, he has that Quidditch physique that makes my knees tremble."
MC considered Cooper and her mouth twisted. "Isaac is nice, but he doesn't really make my knees feel weak. I thought you said he was too much of a show off anyway."
Poppy gave her a look. "I wouldn't want to marry him, but a kiss wouldn't be the end of the world."
MC chuckled at her friend's brazen talk. "Well, if I had to choose...out of those two, I would choose Oscar Weasley. It's the freckles."
"Ah, so you have a type!" Poppy squeaked.
MC couldn't stop the smile that lifted her lips. "I think I do. Although, I confess, if it came down to it, I can not imagine any boy wanting to kiss me, or even what that would be like."
"I will lend you some of my romance books to read," Poppy said. "They are rather eye-opening, I must say. It made me look at boys differently, that's for sure. Although, I know what you mean about a boy wanting to kiss you. I'm fairly sure that boys like Oscar and Isaac wouldn't want me."
"Dont sell yourself short, Poppy," MC said. "They would be lucky to get a kiss from you."
Poppy's smile was quick, and then she sighed. "I think Oscar would like to kiss you, MC. You are so lucky. Would you kiss him if he asked?"
MC felt her cheeks warming up again. Oscar did have lovely eyes and a delicious sprinkling of freckles over his nose. He was also tall and had the loveliest shade of red hair. She remembered him being at Crossed Wands duels last year, and he certainly seemed charming. He definitely had a way of looking at you that made you very aware of every heartbeat. "I...I guess so."
Poppy gave a little squeal into her pillow, her feet kicking the mattress under the covers. "Oh, MC, the way he was looking at you tonight, I would put him right at the top of your list. I reckon you would have a good chance at getting a kiss from him."
"Along with half of the other girls in years 6 and 7," MC scoffed. "I've heard the rumours about Oscar Weasley."
"Hmm, yes," Poppy mused. "I have heard girls whispering about him, but then, how much of it is actually true?"
"I'm already a subject for gossip, Poppy. I'm not sure if I want to encourage that by letting some boy kiss me."
He wasn't just some boy, though. Oscar was Garreth's older brother. MC thought of Garreth's soft smile at the train station earlier today. He had looked taller, his cheeks hadn't looked so soft, they were leaner, his jaw more defined. If anything, he was starting to look like Oscar. Garreth would absolutely be in her top five of boys to kiss, and it was on the tip of her tongue to admit it.
But, what if Poppy accidently let it slip and Garreth found out? The fear of being mocked, or worse, him avoiding her completely made her heart pound and her palms sweat.
This is why boys were a distraction she couldn't afford. MC sighed and plumped up her pillow. "That's enough boy talk for tonight," she said. "I need to get some sleep."
"Maybe you will dream of Oscar," Poppy chuckled.
MC rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, Pops."
"Goodnight, MC," Poppy whispered back.
As the dormitory slipped into dark quietness, MC lay awake, sleep hovering at the edges of her consciousness. Her thoughts swirled between Garreth's soft smile, his letters over the summer, and the way her pulse had quickened when her eyes had met with a pair of blue ones across the Great Hall, Oscar's eyes.
Two Weasley brothers, both handsome, both tugging at those deep, secret places within her that teased at her curiosity.
MC closed her eyes, pushing those thoughts away, and hoped that her dreams took her somewhere else tonight. Somewhere less distracting.
To be continued...
#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy#garreth weasley#oscar weasley#blueraineshadows#mc x garreth weasley#mc x Oscar Weasley
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Nessian Fics
Chaptered Fics
I Will Love You Without A Single String Attached *^
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To get out of an awkward encounter with an ex, Nesta convinces a random man in the bar to pretend to be her boyfriend. When she learns it's her future brother-in-law's brother, they concoct a plan to fake date to get their busy-body family off their backs.
Who's Counting ^*~
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Nesta just wants to get through her senior year in college. She's certainly not interested in a certain captain of the school's soccer team, chemistry lab partners or not. Too bad Cassian has other plans.
Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide ^*~
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When Cassian's six-year-old daughter, Mellie, meets Nesta in a bookstore, will she play matchmaker to help her Papa find happiness and love?
And They Were Roommates, OMG, They Were Roommates ^*~
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Cassian convinces Nesta to pretend to be his fiance and to move in with him, to score a great apartment, but will he regret that decision when he starts to develop very real feelings for his new roommate?
Wonderland *~
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After the War, Nesta broke the mating bond with Cassian. When she returns to Velaris after living on the continent, she finds out the consequences of that choice.
Falling For Your Fools Gold *^~
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Nesta is sailing on her father's merchant ship when it's attacked by pirates, but not just any pirates. It's the infamous Lord of Bloodshed.
But I'm Only Looking At You ^*~
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Regency AU where Cassian crashes Nesta's wedding to Viscount Mandray to declare he's already laid with her because he can't watch the woman he loves marry a cruel man.
Barbarian Bat *^~
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The ACOTAR and IPB crossover no one asked for.
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Key: ^ fluff // * angst // ~ smut
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Mundane Kaya Sona timeline and links
(I'm just trying to organize what I've written so far and what I still need to write, but hey, links if you want to read)
Prologue: The Wizard arrives on earth. Rudapedi emergency-teleports in and finds himself in a rainstorm in Seattle, and panics because he's from a dry world. When exactly this takes place isn't exactly clear: it's months or years before The Crash.
The Crash (not written): A truck crashes somewhere in middle-america. The FBI gets involved when it's discovered to be carrying stolen US nuclear weapons, encased in carved white stone "coffins" marked in an unknown language.
Meeting the Wizard (not written): The FBI finds evidence of The Wizard though a language match in pictures taken by a former roommate. The wizard has moved out already, and when they track him down to a cabin in the woods, he escapes. They get his books.
Recruiting the Linguist: The FBI agent recruits the linguist to figure out the language in the books. She's reluctant but agrees. Lots of books are dropped off.
Magic Books? The number pages in the books changes based on who is reading them. I'm not certain if this is going to be included. I like it as a concept but I'm not certain it fits the story, but I already wrote it so I might end up stuffing it somewhere, and it seems to make sense here.
Presentation for the FBI (not written): The linguist meets back up with the FBI (weeks/months later?) and gives an update on her progress: There's two scripts at use in the books. One's for titles and special circumstances and she doesn't really have enough info to decode it, the other she's figured out. The books talk a lot about magic and an "Empire of Kaya Sona" that controls a lot of different places.
Post presentation off-record (not written): The FBI agent reveals The Crash to The Linguist, and follows up: they caught The Wizard. She thinks she can talk to him with how much she knows of the language so far. They set up a meeting.
Meeting the Wizard (partial snippet written: definitely needs more): She is able to talk to the wizard using a tablet and her language model. She is able to get him to translate the coffin markings: "Sword of Heaven", which is the epithet of the prince (and a pun: it's a nuke!). Possibly more info revealed here (such as why the Wizard is depowered), before...
9. The FBI attacked. The interrogation room is attacked by agents from the Kalic Empire. The power is cut and a magician and two crossbowmen are clearing the building. With some help from the wizard and linguist, the FBI agent disables them enough to re-power the wizard to takes them out.
10. Magical language snippet (written but not published?): The wizard used magic to let them communicate without the tablet, and the linguist realized that he's not speaking english, she's speaking Kalic. Not sure if this goes in, if I clean it up and publish, or if it gets rewritten into another chapter?
11. The escape: They're driving away in the rain, and the wizard is explaining why the coffins were transported by truck instead of magically (inter-world teleports go to fixed locations on the planet). He rants about healthcare and is still mad at the rain. One note here: I've written it as Jay driving, but as of the end of chapter 9 he probably has a concussion. Either he got better Really Fast or I should probably rewrite this so the linguist is driving?
And that's all that's really plotted at the moment. Some bits to fill in, and then I need to figure out what happens after this.
Somewhere around "chapters" (using this term very loosely) 8-11, the Kalic Empire also attacks the place where the coffins are being stored and gets them back, but I'm not really sure if that's going to be shown or just mentioned.
Other bits where I've written about this story:
Not a love story, and mana deficit is ADHD
Inspiration and questions
A question about the no-rain thing
Inspiration for the Prologue
An earlier chapter list with some differences
A long ago twitter thread that talks a little bit about the fundamental conflict between no-mana planets like Earth and magical planets like Kaya Sona, why Earth hasn't been invaded by a Magical Empire before, and how that peace is coming to an end.
Which reminds me of another thing I need to figure out: There's some events on Kaya Sona (the home world of the Kalic Empire) which explain why the wizard had to flee to Earth. That definitely needs to be explained, but I'm not sure yet if it'll be a flashback or if I'll just have The Wizard explain it. I might want to make this story entirely earth-based, rather than jumping back and forth between the mundane setting and the machinations of the royal court of a Magic Empire. It seems more fun to just have the magical empire in another dimension just be a big Outside Context Problem for modern-day earth.
Finally, NAMES:
The FBI Agent is named Jay (and his lastname is something like Jenkins/Johnson). The Wizard is Rudapedi Yonfer. The Linguist I don't think I've named yet in anything written, but I think her name is Sarah? And the Kalic Empire is ruled by House Nor. The current ruling empire is Typec Nor, the usurping prince is written as "Nemis" on my oldest story guidelines but I'll probably change that (IT'S JUST NEMESIS WITH A COUPLE LETTERS MISSING), and I can't remember the deposed prince's name. I gotta dig up some paper documents from like 1996 to figure that out... but I don't think he's going to be involved in this story much. He's been banished to some other world where he's fighting a guerilla war against somebody not very important to this story.
Random-note: This is unconnected to my 101 magical pistols setting. That one is really more for a bunch of short-stories and doesn't have an overarching narrative, plus their magic works differently. They're much more into magical items (mainly pistols, obviously) and don't have the whole rain/mana thing going on.
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Peacemaker - Adrian Chase Masterlist
1) Savage ~ A crime writer moves to Evergreen and Vigilante is more than willing to help her settle in. He's not sure why. Maybe it's because she's nice to him.
Chapter 1: Dancing Queen
Chapter 2: +5 To Initiative
Chapter 3: Gorilla Facts
Chapter 4: Boo-Boo
Chapter 5: Polish Vodka
Savage V2
Chapters 1-5
Chapter 6-10
Chapters 11-15
The other 40 chapters can be found on A03 :). 15/45 has been rewritten.
2) Cowboy & Piggy ~ No, Adrian had not been crushing on his colleague. That's just, like, not true in the slightest. It's not as if the moment she became available, he said something he could never take back.
3) Calendar Girl ~ When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends, obviously.
4) Hercules and Megara {version 1} ~ Childhood friends have a habit of drifting apart. Usually, it's a natural thing. Usually, there's a slow detachment. Adrian never wanted to detach from his best friend. But he thought he had to.
Chapter 1: Stabbed In The Gut
Chapter 2: Stabbed In The Heart
Chapter 3: Stabbed In The Thigh
Chapter 4: Stabbed In The Past
Hercules and Megara {version 2}
Chapter 1: For Now
Chapter 2: Fatal Flaw
Chapter 3: The One That Got Away
Chapter 4: Earning A Soul Back
5) Squirtle Pajamas - So she knows how to calm Adrian down. And wears his clothes. And teases him relentlessly. And knows exactly what to do to rile him up. And knows his deepest secret. But, no, nothing can happen between them. He must resist.
A Kid? ~ Sequel to Squirtle Pajamas. Weddings and children, amirite?
6) The Crocodile's Dilemma ~ After his manager forces him to go the emergency room for a concussion, Adrian meets an old friend and she looks worse for wear. But he can help with that.
7) Hopelessly Devoted ~ Well, they broke up a while ago and Adrian still isn't over it. Chris takes him on a night out and they get trashed. Adrian never imagined that he'd get up in front of people and serenade his ex, but he did. Now he has to face the consequences.
8) My Favourite Girl ~ Telekinetic powers can be beneficial sometimes. Other times? Yeah, not so much. After a mission gone wrong, it might be that her gifts are godsent. Adrian, however, knows she is godsent, especially with boobs like that.
9) Sweltering ~ It's way too hot in Evergreen for Adrian to even hide his attraction to Y/N. He tries. And fails miserably. Especially when the guy who delivers her hot tub is so swoon-worthy.
10) Wednesdays ~ While Peacemaker was in prison, Vigilante made another friend and she had a much lovelier voice than Chris did. After a takedown, Adrian can't quite get his thoughts off her.
11) What You Deserve ~ Vigilante has had a long night and just wants to see his favourite girl then go to sleep. Is that too much to ask for?
12) Big Strong Guy ~ No. Adrian is fine with scary movies. He's fine, okay? That's impossible, he doesn't have goosebumps. You're seeing things. Must be, because a big strong guy who doesn't get scared of shit like that.
13) Lucky Number 14 ~ A work outing let's some things come to light. Yet, Adrian isn't there to hear it.
14) Last In Line ~ Getting kidnapped is becoming more of a regular thing for Adrian. Yet, he knows this one. And she definitely knows him.
15) The Things You Do For Pussy ~ Living together means that Adrian's secret identity isn't really a secret to her. Yet, he doesn't know that so she loves to make thirsty comments about Vigilante whenever she can. It's not as if Adrian feels something more than friendship for his roommate, right?
16) Waller's Way ~ When the new government-issued 11th Street Kid arrives, the team soon finds out why Waller picked her. They don't really know how Adrian pissed off their boss so much, but he sure isn't happy with their new colleague.
Chapter 1: Build
Chapter 2: Demolish
17) Clingy ~ The Vigilante mobile breaks down, and Adrian needs a hand, transport-wise and socially, it seems. Once his coworker gives him a hand, it sets him off, and there is no going back to the platonic relationship they had before. A relationship that needs to have clear boundaries because Adrian is known to get far too excited to interact with her at any chance he gets.
18) Beautiful Things ~ Since he's now a representative of A.R.G.U.S. and, therefore, the government, Vigilante no longer has to work his shity busboy job. Yet, that does leave his schedule wide open for the rest of the day and he soon finds himself frequenting a quaint coffee shop, not only because the drinks there are good, but he's grown fond of the woman working there who he happened to save the night before. She's grown fond of him too - both versions of him - but will she figure out that she won't have to pick between them? Or will Adrian manage to keep his cool and hide his secret?
19) The Distraction ~ Every now and then, Peacemaker has a solo mission. Whenever these happen, Vigilante has to be distracted so he doesn't make the solo into a duo. The only person that is capable of that is the girl that Adrian hates... no, that can't be right. He doesn't hate her, not really. Quite the opposite, actually.
20) The Monarch Hotel ~ How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.
When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.
Will they both make it out of paradise alive?
Chapter 1: Butterfly Boobs
Chapter 2: BG3
Chapter 3: No More Velvet
Chapter 4: Posh Person Place
Chapter 5: Alien Perverts
Chapter 6: Milkweed
Chapter 7: The Bee's Knees
Chapter 8: Raw
Chapter 9: Afterglow
Chapter 10: Farmville
Chapter 11: Puppeteering
Chapter 12:
21) Peacemaker Jr ~ Peacemaker scrubbed all mention of his kid from his file. But when the butterflies find out about her, he must admit to his team that he needs their skills to find her. Then, Chris really needs Adrian's help to keep her safe, but he's concerned that his buddy is going to get far too familiar with his daughter. And maybe those fears are warranted.
22) On The Road ~ Peacemaker's mother fled with her unborn child when Chris was a teenager. He'd always wanted to find his family again, but he was too slow. After annoying Waller, he must send his friends out to help save his family, and Adrian finds out that he is more than willing to throw himself into danger to ensure that Peace's sister is unharmed.
23) Slumber Party ~ Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl.
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the wipes masterlist (as of 2023)
before continuing on and reading through this masterlist, i'd like you to consider that all of these works are mature, containing sexual content and darker themes. no minors allowed, 18+ only. have fun!
simpbur's college roommate
and i'd give up forever to touch you (completed) [simpbur]
i know love [AIGUFTTY alt ending - wilbur and rosie poly ending]
villain by the devil's law (being rewritten) [fae!wilbur]
Two Perverts [simpbur]
because we're friends [simpbur]
Don't you see me? [ghost!wilbur]
like a ritual [lycan!wilbur]
to prove myself to you [mafia!wilbur]
I'M WAITING FOR THE PUNISHMENT, I KNOW ITS ON MY WAY [vampire!wilbur]
SO LEARN THESE FUCKING WORDS [lycan!wilbur]
PIECES [vampire!wilbur] [ongoing]
investing dimes (for nobody but you) [ghostface!wilbur]
Whenever I'm Alone (With You) [clinic!wilbur] PART TWO!
(i promise you) i will [clinic!wilbur]
oh, darling (make it go away) [roommate!wilbur]
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Imagine. The Urge but no homo
okay challenge accepted
It was a crisp winter's night in London, England. It was that particular time in late January where there was no longer any frost, but simply biting cold air in what felt like a completely empty atmosphere.
Dan Howell was walking down the road; his tall black silhouette cast shadows from the artificial amber glow of streetlamps. His breath formed swirls of mist with every exhalation and he decided to slide his exposed hands inside his coat pockets to retain some warmth. The street was empty at this time and his footsteps echoed up and down around him, only interrupted by the cruising hum of a taxi driving past. He wasn't totally alone after all. Dan had time to think on this journey, time to think about what had happened the night before.
The events had played in his head so many times over that he didn't know whether he could trust their accuracy, or if his own perceptions had rewritten how the events unfolded. Any way he thought about it, one thing was certain. His friend roommate, Phil Lester, was dead.
Phil had a habit of always being in the worst place at the worst time. It was an endearing quality that often resulted in funny stories for him to share with his friends or his followers on the internet. He was a kind person. Perhaps that's why he was singled out as a victim. It wasn't fair. A painful stab of recollection shot through Dan's brain, as if forcing itself through a wall he had built to protect himself. He saw it again. The dead, lifeless eyes, the way it moved so swiftly out of the darkness, the blood. The blood was the most vivid memory of all. Dan had somehow found himself collapsed in a corner, unable to move, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the crimson trail of his friend's life weaving around the cobbled stones of the street and down a drain. Dan saw his hand twitching, those last moments of resistance and hope that something, someone, would be able to save him. Then it stopped. That is the last time he saw Phil Lester alive.
Dan arrived home at their apartment. It felt wrong. Opening the door to the living room, the usual bright colours of their possessions seemed inappropriate, disrespectful even. How could anything dare to be so bright at this time? He turned off the lights and collapsed on the grey carpet of their hallway. Sleep.
The next day was to be Phil's funeral. Dan had no interest in going. He would rather be having lots of sex with women that day. His friendship with Phil was personal to him and not something he wanted to share with family and friends who would mean well but insult with every word of comfort. He decided that even if he had to attend physically, he would be somewhere else in his mind, thinking of cars and beer. He had to.
Dan remained silent and stoic through the service. People left to return to their lives, the relatives trading condolences, leaving Dan alone in the room with the coffin. He didn't want to look - it would be real if he saw. He wanted to run away from this nightmare, but he had to see. Dan strode over and gazed into the box. Lifeless. Even with Phil's typically pale skin you used to see the warm glow of life within. All that could be seen here was the sickly pale-green colour of death.
Dan went to turn away, to walk out of the room into a life where everything familiar was gone, when something grabbed his wrist.
'Don't go, it's okay.' Dan turned to see the same pale skin he had just had burned into his memory gripping at his shirt.
He looked up slowly to see his dead friend sat bolt upright. Dan ran. Not stopping to blink, breathe or process a single thought he sprinted out of the back exit and all the way across the grounds of the building to underneath a tree. He vomited. It wasn't real. He was hysterical. He tried to rationalist the thoughts in his head as his eyes shook with distress.
'Dan, stop running, I'm not going to hurt you.'
He spun around to see Phil, standing upright as if completely fine with his hands forwards as if anticipating Dan's irrational behaviour. 'You can't, I mean, this can't be real,' Dan said, grasping behind his back to try and hold onto the tree as if it was a tether to reality.
'You know I'm real, Dan, this is real and I think you know why.'
'No!' Dan shouted and pushed Phil backwards in utter disbelief. Phil punched dan and didn’t pin him to a tree, that would’ve been very homoerotic. Phil grabbed Dan's wrists and pinned him against the tree. Dan could feel the sharper edges prodding uncomfortably into his back as if the tree itself was pushing him towards the nightmare. 'It was a vampire.' The words stuck in penetrated into Dan's head and seemed to pull down on his soul as if everything he had been trying not to believe in the last two days was sinking like quicksand. 'I don't know how, or if that's exactly what it is, but it explains it well enough,' Phil said in a calmer tone, clearly aware of Dan's slow realisation.
‘oh sick. a vampire,’ Dan said.
‘Let’s go look at boobs. I won’t bite you, because I don’t want you to join me for eternity. that would be kinda gay,’ replied Phil. The end
'You aren't the real Phil,' Dan said in a flat, emotionless tone. His head was bowed and in Phil's grip it seemed Dan wasn't trying to resist anymore. 'If what you're saying is true, you aren't Phil. You're just a beast possessing his body.' He looked up and stared into Phil's eyes. He didn't see the bright blue pools of life that he used to, he sat emptiness. He must be right.
Phil stared back at Dan, seeing his brown irises blazing with fury. Phil let his grip loosen for a second. Dan realised and swung a punch as hard as he could, hitting Phil square in the jaw. Phil reached towards his lip. Blood. He looked down at it in a strange way and glanced back up at Dan who seemed to almost be expecting something. Phil decided to wipe the blood on his shirt. 'I won't lie,' Phil said, rearranging his suit jacket and sweeping his black hair away from his eyes. 'I feel different. I feel urges. I still know who I am, what I do, what the difference is between right and wrong. And yet something within me, something primal ...' 'Shut up.' Dan said, clenching his fist and visibly shaking with rage. 'You are not my friend and if I have to destroy his body to give him peace, do not think I won't.'
Dan spun around, reaching for the sharp wood that was cutting into his back. In one sure motion he snapped the branch and immediately swung towards Phil, who, as if in slow motion, leant backwards, smacked the branch from Dan's hand and grabbed his by the throat. Dan's head banged against the tree with a force that shoo. The leaves from the branches, falling over the boy's shoulders. His breath was heavy. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This was fear. He tried to move but the force his friend was applying to his neck seemed immovable and impossible.
Phil stepped closer until their noses touched and looked Dan directly in the eyes: 'I could kill you. Every fibre of my being is urging me to tilt your head back and bite your neck, but I can choose not to.'
'What?!' Dan said, spitting out warmth before taking in a huge gasp.
'I don't want to kill you. I want you to join me.'
Dan felt his heart drop in pressure. An overwhelming stillness waved through his body until he was stunned into silence. 'No p-please,' he stuttered.
'You don't have a choice, but I do. Appreciate it,' said Phil. 'Think about it, Dan, things can continue like normal! We can tell everyone it was one of those miracle situations where I was never actually dead. We can go back to our apartment and continue our normal lives ... with some dietary adjustments, I guess.'
Dan had completely lost his ability to think. Part of it made sense, maybe it would be okay if he didn't have to lose his friend, or his own life. He knew it wasn't true though. Even though Phil was right in front of him, there was no breath coming out of his lips. The only sensation he experienced was the damp chill of Phil's skin pressing against his.
Just then Dan noticed a man who must be the groundskeeper walking by in the distance. Dan had made his choice, and he knew it would be the right one. 'HELP!' Dan shouted, shaking as hard as he could, causing Phil to almost loosen his grip. 'He's trying to ki-'
Then he felt it. Two sharp stabs pierced the skin of his neck. Dan dropped his arms and buckled his knees, he had lost.
Phil moved in closer, pinning Dan's body against the tree as he gulped gallons of thick blood through his teeth and down his throat. Phil almost felt himself losing control, feeling a desire to completely give in to a more powerful force within himself. 'No,' he said, pulling away, feeling the blood run down his neck past the collar of his shirt. Quickly he raised his wrist and pierced his own veins. 'Drink!' he ordered, pressing his wrist against Dan's mouth. Dan, with the last moments of his fading energy attempted to resist, pitifully shrugging his shoulders. It would t be enough. His natural instinct to breather opened his lips and the pungent taste of iron filled his mouth and flowed across his tongue. Dan's vision faded to black.
Blinking. Vision hazy and unclear. A yellow light. A white ceiling. After what seemed like a dreamy eternity unable to move, Dan's eyes focused and noticed the familiar patterns of his bedroom ceiling. He was home. Had it all been a dream? Dan asked himself this as he reached to touch his bare chest with his fingers. He could still feel. Surely that meant he was still alive? His hand stopped. Palm lying flat over his chest, he tried to focus all senses of detecting something, anything. No pulse.
He looked to the right to suddenly notice Phil, sitting in a chair leaning over the bed.
'How do you feel?' he asked, with what seemed like a degree of confidence.
Dan's eyes darted up and down trying to decide what he made of this person, or whatever it was, who sat next to hi. He sat up and swung his legs over the bed. Lifting his head up with a strange, new assuredness he had never felt before, he locked eyes with this friend. 'Hungry,' Dan said, feeling within in an urge, a biological mission he now felt he had to begin.
'Me too,' Phil said with a smirk. 'Why don't we go find someone to eat?'
The End.
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The Bourgeois Family (and friends) Rewritten
Below are my rewritten backstories for Chloé, Sabrina, Zoé
Chloé Bourgeois:
Chloé was born of May 21st to her parents André and Audrey Bourgeois
While Chloé was young, Audrey would come and go as she pleased, never staying Paris longer than a few weeks at a time and being gone for upwards of several months, and by the time Chloé was 10, Audrey never returned to Paris for longer than a few days, and only ever for business
Chloé loved, and still loves her father, but Chloé looked up to Audrey as this powerful and successful businesswoman and so, she did everything in her power to be just like her mom
Chloé met Sabrina fairly young and treated her as though Audrey would, like a personal servant
Chloé, no matter what, would continue to do so and scoff at those who told her it was "wrong" or "immoral" especially since, if it was truly as bad as they said, why would her mom do it?
Zoé Lee:
CW: Child Neglect
Zoé was born on November 10th to Audrey Bourgeois and Roberto Lee
Although being her biological parents, she only ever saw Audrey as a person who gave her father money and Roberto as more of a roommate she was related too rather than the parents they should've been to her
Zoé's life was filled with disappointment after disappointment; Audrey left her and her dad, the only friend she had, she barely saw, she was constantly bullied, she was alone
Zoé wished she was Chloé
Chloé didn't know Zoé existed, most people didn't, at least not as the daughter of Audrey Bourgeois
She just wanted a normal life, but how can you have a normal life when your the product of an affair and neither parent were ever really around?
Sabrina Raincomprix:
CW: Manipulation
Sabrina Raincomprix was born on September 25th to her parents Roger and Noémie Raincomprix
Sabrina had always been helpful to others from a young age, wanting to emulate her father's kind actions through his job but this lead to her kindness being abused by others to make her do things for them that got her in trouble, but they'd always buy back her loyalty
That was until Chloé
See, whereas everyone before would treat Sabrina as nothing but a slave, Chloé actually treated her as human and while to everyone else it was clear Chloé was still just as manipulative as Sabrina's other "friends" Sabrina didn't see it that way
So from the moment they became "friends" Sabrina did everything Chloé asked her to do, within reason of course, it wasn't like Chloé forced her to do any of the things she did, after all, that's what friends do for each other… right?
#chloé bourgeois#sabrina raincomprix#zoe lee#character backstory#backstory#character rewrite#miraculous: magical connections#miraculous: magical connections backstories
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SMG4 AU Idea: Adventure Time With Meggy and Boopkins
Takes place in a post-Mario-series universe where the world was once again invaded by the Shroobs, and the resulting war led to an apocalypse that decimated both sides. Nearly every civilization fell to ruin, Shroob waste spread all over causing illness and rapid mutation, the heroes of the world all either died, went missing, or worse, a wide assortment of ancient evils were unleashed or reborn all across the globe, and the very rules of Magic were rewritten.
Fast forward a thousand or so years later and we're introduced to Meggy the Human and her younger brother Boopkins the Fish, who've just left their hometown of Port Aurora to become Adventurers on the mainland. They're a bit odd even by the standards of their bizarre world, since humans are believed to have been extinct for centuries, Boopkins has incredible shapeshifting powers, and their dad Joe and aunt Lily are 50-foot-tall ancient guardians of the sea.
One of the first places they end up on their journey is the Mushroom Kingdom, which is currently in a bit of a bind. The Mushroom people's ruler, Princess Apricot Toadstool, has been kidnapped by the evil Fire Lord and his army of monkeys. The Mushroom people would rescue her themselves, but they're not exactly...competent. Well, except for Guard Captain Shroomy, but if both he and Apricot are gone while the Mushrooms are already this wound up the whole kingdom will collapse in about three days. So, First Adventure Time!
After some traveling they get to the volcanic region where Fire Lord's home is and fight their way through the monkey army, and Fire Lord's demonic right-hand minion Saiko, to the Princess...es. Apparently Fire Lord has a whole Thing about princesses and there's a dozen or so in there. One of them is Bob the Thief Princess, who is a guy because there's no rule that says a princess can't be a dude. And if there is one he'll break it because he loves breaking rules.
Anyway, Apricot's with Fire Lord instead of with the other princesses, so Meggy, Boopkins and the princesses storm further into the fortress and find them.
And if you're even slightly familiar with Adventure Time you know just what kind of goofy pathetic nutcase they end up finding. Though Fire Lord is red instead of Ice King's blue, has a jeweled bracelet instead of a crown, and has the additions of incredible jumping abilities and an addiction to spaghetti.
Anyway, there's a big fight (where Apricot ends up with a massive axe somehow and decides she's never letting it go. Yes I'm repurposing Wapeach because It's My House), the good guys win, everyone goes home.
Afterwards, Apricot declares Meggy and Boopkins heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, and offers to let them stay in her castle, but they decline since they saw a big hollow tree on the way back that they can turn into a Fresh home base.
Of course, when they move in they find out that the place is already occupied by a little camera robot named SuperMemeGenerator4, but he's excited to have some new roommates so it's not a big deal. Also Bob decides to live there too for some reason.
So there's the introduction, now some explanations:
Yes, Fire Lord is (or at least was) Mario. The bracelet he's wearing is basically a fire version of the Ice Crown. I went with him both so he could be a major character despite how long the timeskip is and as a nod to what becoming the Avatar did to him in SMG4 canon. His version of Gunther the Penguin is a monkey in a green vest named Terence. I haven't fully decided why Saiko works for him but I'm thinking it's some sort of Life Debt thing like Han and Chewey in Star Wars.
Since the Shroobs are mushroom aliens the war that ended the world is still called the Great Mushroom War.
Lily's entire backstory is still the same, except the apocalypse and the absence of the Crew means she got found and taken in by Diana, And has very clearly taken up her mantle.
Apart from Fire Lord, Lily, and a few other obvious cases, everybody has their canon ages and personalities. So Meggy and Boopkins ages are swapped from Finn and Jake's, and Apricot is a kid and a very different sort of person from Bubblegum.
Due to that and some other differences, (some obvious, others less so) this AU wouldn't really follow the same story beats as the show.
Melony ends up in Marceline's place in terms of her relationship with Mario/Fire Lord.
Most of the iconic Mario Species are either extinct or mutated/evolved almost beyond recognition, with Boos and Piranha Plants as notable exceptions, and Goombas as a prime example due to now being big pack-hunting apex predators instead of sapient footstools.
Apricot is actually Mario and Peach's however-many-greats granddaughter, and neither her nor Fire Lord are consciously aware of that connection. Apricot because the Apocalypse making it hard to map out family lines that far and Fire Lord because he doesn't remember that he's Mario and wasn't aware before All That that Peach was pregnant. Also, Apricot isn't considered human due to a mix of mutations during the apocalypse, interspecies relationships, and the fact that I'm convinced that Peach is half-Toad already (both here and in actual Mario canon). It'll be more obvious that she's not human if I ever draw her.
When SMG3 and Tari get introduced it's going to be as the previous iteration of SMG4's design and as an Android created by the same scientist who built the two of them.
Also, Luigi will eventually get introduced by way of accidentally falling through a one-way time portal, getting sent from E. Gadd's Lab before the War to the story's present day somewhere in the wilderness. His absence was actually a major contributing factor to everything going so horribly wrong. Also since he's Luigi and not Betty, and since the dynamic between twin brothers and fiancés is obviously very different, he's going to have a different reaction to Fire Lord than Betty had to Ice King.
#smg4#smg4 ocs#adventure time#meggy the human au#meggy spletzer#fishy boopkins#shroobs#mario#fire lord#princess apricot#wapeach#bob bobowski#bob the thief princess#lily#smg4 shroomy#saiko bichitaru#terence the monkey#diana#luigi#when he first sees meggy and boopkins fire lord realizes they're supposed to be heroes based on them being red-and-green coded#because mario's buried deep but he's in there#...of course that's only after initially mistaking them for the pizza guy Because Fire Lord#princess bob is an icon#he is the moment#he is just as shitty and pathetic as in canon
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