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lululawrence · 3 years

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hello!! i was wondering if u had a werewolf tag for fics? i would search it but not sure how to use tumblr that well :)) if not do u have recs? LOVE U HAVE A NICE DAY<333

hi babes! i don't have one here... damn that's a fucking great idea. hahaha i'm HORRIBLY unorganized when it comes to tags for fics on tumblr. i mostly use ao3 for the organization of fics. so! that said, i defo DO have recs for you!

you didn't specify pairing, which makes me smile because i get to rec rare pairs in addition to larry and hope you read them hehe okay, here we go!

He Carries The Key by me (8k, NR, niall/louis) - this fic is the only one of mine i'll include, okay? promise haha but it is also one i wrote for wordplay just a week or two ago and it's werewolves and a pack fic and i just had a lot of fun. very soft. much fluff. many feels. i hope you enjoy. lol

There's Fur Everywhere by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (4k, G, Harry/Louis) - this is a 5 times fic, and it's HYSTERICAL. it feels slightly spoilery for me to even be including it on this list, but also... it's still fucking hilarious. emmu is queen of the crack fic that makes you feel all the soft and wonderful things, and she doesn't disappoint with this one.

I Hear Them Calling for You by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic is... not for everyone. like at all. please please please read the tags and the summary and if you don't like it or it makes you uncomfortable, then close right out of it. as for ME i loved what she explored with it, all the emotions and the story and worldbuilding of it all. i thought it was fantastic and incredibly interesting. it is A/B/O, pack fic with claiming and... yeah. it's amazing.

Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything and @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld (25k, E, Harry/Louis) - werewolves! vampires! fae! university! frat houses! science research positions being vied for! enemies to lovers! like... not sure what more you could ASK for, but there's also a fuck ton of humor and nudity and sexual tension and... it's just a lot of fun. can't go wrong, really. haha

From What I've Tasted of Desire by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (72k, T, Harry/Louis) - okay so i'm including this one even though like... harry and louis aren't werewolves. but it's a twilight au, so there ARE werewolves and i'm ASSUMING you know twilight and therefore know that means you know they're pretty involved and... that's true for this fic too. ahha for real, though, i love evi's writing and this fic was one of my first introductions to it and it was a fun read, so i wanted to include it in case it had enough of the werewolf flair to entice you haha

Compete Against the Stars by @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (31k, M, Harry/Louis) - omg okay so this one is like ANGSTY AF and i FUCKING LOVE IT because it's one of those fics that you HOPE you have figured out, and you probably do, but also there's SO many twists and turns to it all that you just have NO idea how it's all gonna work out and omg are they gonna just ruin it all for themselves by being stupid and ahhhhh the tension of just FIGURING OUT HOW THEY GET IT ALL TO WORK OUT!!! and of course it does. hahaha but HOW??? this is a RIDE and in my mind feels like a longer fic than 31k in the best of ways, they did an amazing job of packing a LOT of world building and storytelling into those 31k.

the straight for your heart (wolfpack au) series by foreverkneeld and foundfamilyvevo (96k, T/G, Multiple or No pairings including Niall/Louis, Zayn/Liam, OT5, and Shawn/Niall) - This series is the ultimate hurt/comfort and healing pack fic series omg. it was recommended to me when i was in a super hard time and my anxiety was so bad i couldn't focus on anything. These short fics that all focused so much on healing and found family were exactly what i needed. so so soft, so lovely. I still haven't read them all because i'm saving them for when i need them. they're glorious.

when the air ran out and we both started running wild by darlingjustdont (48k, M, Nick/Louis) - OMG OKAY LISTEN THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVS. a tomlinshaw werewolf pack fic?! ahhhhhhhhh i was SO happy when i discovered this one. louis is alpha of the pack and things are... shaky, shall we say. there's a lot going on that he's worried about and then he meets nick and it's kind of enemies to lovers? okay, more than kind of. but omg the FEELS. SO. MANY. FEELS. but also danger and a;lsdgkhas;ldfkja just please read this and rave with me because i don't have many i can talk about this one with and i LOVE IT.

You Smell Like by mystic_believexx (185k, M, Harry/Louis) - i had no idea this fic was so long hahahaha wow ANYWAY louis is human, but he's always been close with harry and therefore basically a part of his pack. but then one day harry leaves and louis kind of accidentally becomes the pack alpha. even though he's human. but there's SO much more to it. there's just sooooo much with the friendship and the pack bond as well as the danger and trying to figure out what the hell is going on... it's just a LOT and one of those epic fics that i still think about even though i read it...a year and a half ago i guess. but it's amazing and i highly recommend it if the word count doesn't scare you away haha

Canyon Moon by @eeveelou / delsicle (41k, E, Harry/Louis) - this is a lion king au, made a/b/o werewolves! i really enjoyed this one a lot, actually, because i could absolutely see the parallels, but also the way it was adapted made it so it wasn't always obvious how it would all play out. it was a really interesting and cool world building as well.

The Truth I Can't Explain (Smoke and Mirrors) by @fallinglikethis / FallingLikeThis (9k, M, Harry/Louis) - ohhhhh this one is SO cool cause it's by tabby so she made it incredibly fun and fascinating to try to figure out. there's magic and mages and werewolves and feuds and they're basically on the eve of battle and holy cow it's just SO cool.

One Touch Is Never Enough by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (4k, E, Harry/Louis) - once again lauren delivers and there's just so much i keep giggling about with this because it is SO fun. there's a lot that louis is dealing with in this fic hahaha and the way she writes it all is so funny. the poor man just wants a fucking massage! lololol it's lighthearted, humorous, and basically filled with fluff, crack, and smut. hahaha

Knot Safe For Work by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - a;sldkgha;lfdkjas listen i forgot about this fic until i found it in my bookmarks for werewolves because jenna writes so many fucking amazing fics that when i think of werewolves, i think of at least two others first, but i could NOT do this rec without this fic because now that i remember it exists i am going to have to go and read it again! hahaha harry's a werewolf, louis is a wizard, there's knotting dildos and table sex and... just read it. lolol

Saving's What I Need by @jaerie / jaerie (17k, M, Harry/Louis) - writer louis is out for a drive one day and he hits a dog. THIS POOR DOG! he takes it to the vet and tries his best to take care of it... but things are not as they seem. because yeah, harry is defo not a dog. lollllll this fic was hilarious and sweet and omg there's just so much to love about it. there were so many more emotions in it than i expected. loooove!

Out of the Wild by @jaerie / jaerie (22k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic has such fun world building, which is actually a huge strength of jenna's fics and you'll hear me rave about it with all 50 of her fics that will end up on this rec list (not really 50, but ya know lol). louis is a fairly wild and undomesticated wolf and harry's from the city and they end up as roommates during the x factor process. oh my word this fic is so fun because of all the challenges they're going through PLUS the wolf side of things and just... the way they work together and navigate it all as well as falling for each other is pure gold.

Out With The Old, In With The New by, you guessed it, @jaerie / jaerie (7k, E, Harry/Louis) - listen, just. this one is smutty as hell and it's gonna take you some places that some people will be uncomfortable with, which is totally valid and fair. please be sure to read the tags and make your decision on whether or not to read accordingly, but also know that its written in a super interesting way that is also pretty amazing if you do decide to give it a shot. lol

Instincts by @marastarfar / StarFar ( 100k so far - it's a WIP!, T, Harry/Louis) - omg listen. i LOVE mara's fics so much and when this first posted it was a one shot little thing that was FASCINATING. i loved it! and then i was happily surprised when i learned more was added to it. and then it was turned into a wip and omg i am so far behind now but i trust mara with my life because i love everything i've read by them and what i've read of this so far is INCREDIBLE so just. yeah. lollll

There's a Power in What You Do by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (7k, T, Harry/Louis) - i just read my comment i left on this one and it was just mainly me begging for time stamps because there wasn't any way for her to improve upon the perfection of this fic (nesting! softness! even a silly comment in her endnotes to perfectly cap it all!), but i still wanted to remain in the story just a bit longer and learn more about them. hahaha anyway, those time stamps aren't happening, but this fic is still complete perfection.

amaryllis by @hattalove / hattalove (147k, E, Harry/Louis) - for a long time this was thought of as THE werewolf fic. if anyone was talking about a werewolf fic, it was probably this one. is that still the case? probably. i'm not sure. ANYWAY. there's a REASON it was THE werewolf fic and that's because this is amazing. it sucks you in and you feel like you're truly a part of the action. it's filled with the vibe of found family and wanting to figure out what happened while also adjusting to your new life and just... so many feelings. so much angst. SO fantastically epic.

#fic rec #my fic rec #werewolves #werewolves fic rec #love me a good werewolf fic mmhmm #i think i'm missing some of my favs #at least one by jenna #cause it might be tagged shifters instead of werewolves #i guess those are slightly different huh #anyway #i'll leave it here

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oumakokichi · 3 years

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hello! could you talk a bit more about the original (as in jp, not localization) ouma's personality and speech patterns? you've mentioned that he tends to trail off or speak more softly when it is implied he is speaking the truth, etc. and how he is not so loud/intentionally obnoxious. //btw when does he call himself a fairy? that's so cute

I got a couple of questions asking about the fairy line Ouma has, so I don’t mind sort of rolling them both into one! And I’m more than happy to talk a little more in-depth about Ouma’s speech patterns and personality in the original game, too!

Since I’ll be covering some late-game spoilers, I’ll put the bulk of this under the cut, so be careful when reading!

First off, I cannot stress how much I recommed playing ndrv3 with the Japanese voices enabled. If you’ve already played through the English dub but never experiened the original voice acting cast, I promise you won’t be disappointed. The Japanese cast are all fantastic, incredibly talented VAs who, unlike the dub, were hired specifically for these roles and not just re-casted from previous DR games.

Hiro Shimono as Ouma gives an absolutely incredible performance. The localization might still have many flaws in its translation and omission of certain lines or punctuation, but you can still very much get a feel for how Ouma’s character was intended by listening to Shimono’s performance. Re-playing the game with the Japanese voices will definitely let you hear how soft and tonally different Shimono’s performance is in places from the English dub, and compare it to the way in which many lines are written and punctuated as if Ouma’s yelling at everyone.

That isn’t to say that Shimono’s Ouma is never loud or excited: Ouma is a character whose moods and façades are all over the place, and therefore his performance requires a voice actor who can similarly change moods and intonation on a dime. Ouma is very much loud and haughty and deliberately annoying when he’s supposed to be, but his voice is also low and ominous at other points when he’s trying to be scary. And again, it’s soft and hesitant in places where he’s considering divulging some of his information, or when he’s insisting that all the things he does are for everyone’s sake, because he cares about them and doesn’t want anyone to die.

These moments feel so much more genuine in the Japanese version of the game--because they’re meant to be. As fantastic of a liar as Ouma is, it’s much easier for us, the player, to tell when he’s lying on a re-play, knowing the information from chapters 5 and 6 that we do, and looking at cues like his sprites (often his blank-faced ones) and, yes, his delivery of certain lines.

This probably sounds like me just gushing about what a fantastic voice actor Hiro Shimono is, and in part that’s exactly what it is, but I want to stress that pretty much every single voice actor in the Japanese cast is just as fantastic and that they all do their jobs incredibly well. With all that gushing out of the way, I’ll move on to talking about some of Ouma’s actual speech tics and the way he refers to other characters.

Like most things about him, Ouma’s speech patterns are sort of an interesting mix and even seem a little contradictory at times. He uses the very masculine pronoun “ore” (オレ), but he also refers to nearly everyone (with only a handful of exceptions) by their surnames and the much more childish honorific “-chan” (i.e. “Saihara-chan,” “Akamatsu-chan,” “Amami-chan,” etc.)

The use of “-chan” is very interesting. Honorifics in Japan are extremely complicated and tend to mean different things depending on who is using them. Typically, “-chan” is seen as a very feminine way to refer to someone else, commonly used in close-knit friend groups among school girls.

There are, of course, a few notable exceptions to this however: often times, middle-aged or elderly people will call a child “-chan” regardless of gender, as a way of showing they find them cute and endearing. And sometimes, people will use “-chan” to refer to other things they find cute, such as pets, or even to refer to themselves in a sort of informal, tongue-in-cheek way.

The fact that Ouma uses “-chan” as an honorific to refer to nearly everyone in the game stands out quite a lot: by and large, boys don’t use this term to refer to other boys. Using “-chan” to refer to anyone you’ve just met or don’t know very well is already somewhat frowned upon, but a boy using it to refer to other boys is especially rare. This helps set Ouma’s character up as someone who is both incredibly casual and informal with others (not to mention, you know, quite coded). Considering childishness and lightheartedness are traits Ouma values, and how much emphasis is put on him having “a very innocent, childish streak that’s hard to hate,” it makes sense then that he would talk like this.

Not counting Monokuma and the Monokubs, the only characters who Ouma doesn’t refer to with “-chan” are Gonta and Kiibo, who he simply calls by name. This also says some interesting things about his character.

Gonta is easily the character who Ouma interacts with the most often, as well as the charater he hurts the most in the end. Ouma’s choice to exclude Gonta from his usual way of calling people is, I think, a testament to how much Gonta really wanted to be friends with him, even if their friendship was never exactly on equal footing.

Meanwhile with Kiibo, I feel the choice to exclude him from his usual way of addressing others is indicative of how much Ouma tried to remind himself that Kiibo “wasn’t human,” and therefore how suspicious he found his presence in the killing game. We know Ouma suspected Kiibo and likely even had an inkling of his role as the audience proxy/camera in the game, due to how Kiibo’s picture is one of the only others set aside on his whiteboard besides Saihara’s, with the word “weird” written next to it (he also clearly guessed about the cameras after Gonta’s line in chapter 2, as we see from how he commissioned Miu for the bug-vac).

Ouma clearly enjoys teasing Kiibo a lot, and their banter reads very much like a manzai comedy duo; I feel like Ouma often tried pushing himself to remember that Kiibo “wasn’t human” on purpose in order to not get too attached to him or too distracted from his goal of ending the killing game. I don’t think Ouma’s decision to exclude Kiibo from the way that he very particularly referred to most of the rest of the group was just an accident or a coincidence.

Honorifics aside, Ouma also refers to several characters in interesting ways. He often uses “daisuki na ___-chan” (大好きな) to refer to some of the other characters, a phrase which more or less equates to “my beloved.” He uses this phrase with Saihara more than any other character of the game, but there are a few other instances where he does use it with Amami, Momota, and (if I’m remembering correctly) Kaede. Pretty much every single instance where the localization put, “because I love you” or “because you’re my favorite” whenever Ouma was talking to Saihara was usually a point where he would specifically call him “my beloved Saihara-chan.”

In chapter 4 during the scene where Ouma is alone in the parlor of the VR world, he also specifically, exclusively refers to Saihara as “suki ni natta hito” (好きになった人), literally: “the person I fell in love with.” This line was changed in the localization to, “when there’s a person I like,” which is more or less literally correct--however, the phrase “suki ni natta” is much heavier and more loaded with explicitly romantic implications than “suki” would be on its own, as it’s often used in Japanese love songs and shoujo manga love confessions.

Worth noting in my opinion is the fact that this is the exact same phrasing Maki uses to describe her romantic feelings for Momota. Since Maki’s feelings for Momota are considered canonically confirmed because of this, Ouma’s feelings should be considered equally canon, but a lot of people don’t know this because, well, it’s sort of been lost in translation.

And now, on to the fairy line! Ouma calls himself a fairy in chapter 3, when he pops up in the middle of Saihara and Korekiyo’s discussion of the katana in Korekiyo’s lab. Full of enthusiasm, he decides to touch the sword and examine it for himself; Korekiyo starts to object, but Ouma interrupts and says:

“Come on, it’s not a big deal! I’m like a fairy, so it’ll be fine!”

I’ve always really loved this line and thought it was super adorable, both as a nod to how fairies aren’t supposed to be able to touch steel in most fae mythos, as well as the fact that fairies tend to also have a love for mischief and pranks and lies. The localization apparently didn’t like it so much though, because this line is simply changed to, “Come on, would I lie to you?” instead.

One final thing I can think of as far as Ouma’s speech tics go is that his laugh in Japanese is romanized as “nishishi” instead of “neeheehee,” as this is closer to the Japanese onomatopoeia for the sound horses make--but I actually don’t mind this localization change at all! “Neeheehee” definitely looks a lot closer to the word “neigh” and helps capture that horse joke in a way that I feel like western players can more easily understand.

All in all, while I still definitely feel people can like and enjoy Ouma’s character from playing the localization alone, I still stand by my opinion that listening to the original Japanese voices helps give a much better picture of how the character was intended to come across, and really shows how much depth Hiro Shimono put into his performance. He’s quoted in the official ndrv3 artbook as saying that he believes Ouma is someone who’s actually “really meek if you take away his strong wish to outwit everyone” (credit to @kaibutsushidousha for the art book translation), and I think this interpretation of Ouma really shows through in so many of his lines.

Thank you both for the really fun questions! I hope I could provide some more interesting information about Ouma and the translation!

#danganronpa #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 spoilers //#ask #my meta

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baka-monarch · 3 years

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Alrighty! *Slams hands on a desk*

You see this?! *Gestures to the oh so wonderful Music Tubbox au*

It's... it's beautiful.

I have some questions about it that I'd like to hear your thoughts on, if you don't mind. (This is going to be long)

*Before I start, I'm recalling these details with the inability to double check atm but it should be fine*

You mentioned Tubbo wanting to escape the music box to where he wouldn't have to dance if the music box played, so does the box have a certain range of area in order to control Tubbo?

(Now for potential headcanon time >:D)

If so, a fluffy route is Tommy and Tubbo chilling (after knowing each other for a bit) and having placed the music box deep in the basement or something. They could get rid of it, but they don't know if the magic tied to Tubbo is also tied as close with the box. (Life line stuff- and it's not fluff anymore. I tried.)

The angst route tho (and gotta love some angst) is if say Tubbo is out of the general "range" of the box to dance but the music box calls to him-the music is played- from wherever. A scenario where Tubbo can't ignore its call and is forced to go reunite with the box- whether he's concious of the pull and heading back to where it is despite the dread or whether he's unconscious, like its an automatic process and his mind blanks as he hurries to be back with the box. (The possibilities if someone got their hands on the box with the angst mhmm)

And speaking of someone getting ahold of the music box...

Dream.

Dream gets ahold of the box (maybe noticing Tommy originally getting it, or like, Wilbur might've been doing a photo gallery of things to sell to potential customers idk stay with me, and skips over it fast or is like "oh, I already sold that one" to try and cover the fact that the box is very much NOT for sale, and not within their possession in case anyone did perk up with interest)

I don't know what Dream's profession would be... or relationship with Wilbur and co, but I could see him doing it (taking the box) to mess with Tommy. He took one of Tommy's finds that Tommy seems to appreciate. (The whole "you're too fun" dynamic because c!Dream just loves seeing kids in pain)

Dream could know about Tubbo prior or after the whole thing. (After playing the music box, Dream sees Tubbo arrive at some point to be with the box)

Tubbo is understandably terrified. Tubbo and the music box had never really been separated before this moment -out of the range-. (Tommy could have either just agreed to not play the box and have put it downstairs or Tubbo tried to escape the range and Tommy physically went after him, not choosing to utilize the music box.)

OR ALTERNATIVELY They do know, maybe Tubbo could have known this would happen because Tommy and him tested it out to see if he was free and Tubbo was like "I didn't want to come back... it /made/ me come back..." So que the alarm bells when Tommy realizes the box is gone after he can't find Tubbo.

Anyway! Back to Tubbo and Dream. (Tbh as soon as doll!Tubbo became a tag I went "Pawn? Puppeteer Dream? Porcelain doll? Puppet?!) A chess piece for a pawn might be bigger than doll!Tubbo... (o.O) 2-3 inches is pretty small.

So... assuming Dream does realize how important Tubbo is to Tommy, Dream uses it to his advantage. (Is making Tubbo dance the only thing the music box can do? Or could it control Tubbo to do other things as well 👀... depending on the music box holder 👀... up to you)

That brings me to the doll!Tubbo is "fairly fragile" as you stated in one of the asks. Which yes, great, stunning, he can feel things, and if one of his arms gets chopped off? Well that's alot of damage. Can Tubbo die while he's "fairly fragile"? (I mean the name implies he's fragile so... I guess so...)

Because alternatively, (and this is just for the idea) consider Tubbo still being fragile physically, but he can't die-or atleast is hard to kill-. A porcelain body, but he doesn't really feel sensations. (Because he is a doll, and do dolls breathe, do dolls have heartbeats, hmm) Tubbo's body is still breakable, maybe he loses an arm. "What a shame" but he lives on, there's not much he can do. He can't feel anything besides the solids underneath him and the things he touches. No smell or texturized sensations. He can't feel pain, so he could get cut up into pieces and still be aware of exsistence. (The whole clothes stuck to body thing tho I don't want to disprove that)

If he couldn't feel pain, imagine Dream drilling small holes on his body to add little puppeteer strings. Dream is excited he can't wait to hold /this/ over Tommy's head.

Tubbo, being dragged by strings, is completely helpless, and once realizing that Dream relishes in his struggles, has mainly given up.

Do they talk to one another? Who knows...

You mentioned a potential counter curse which... fluff good fluff, but what of it involved Tubbo slowly gaining "human characteristics" back (more so to the idea that Tubbo can't feel sensations, smell things or feel pain)

And then the drilling starts, and for the first time in a long time, Tubbo feels pain. (Also the drilling puppet strings is dark, yessir, but I forgot Tubbo was porcelain and was like ah yes wood doll, ah yes, puppet strings go brr)

Anyway, that was my ramble, thanks for reading this!

-EchoLocation

FINALLY!!! SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THIS AU!!! THANK YOU ECHOLOCATION!!!!!!

Okay okay okay-

So (it's gonna be hard to answer all of this but I'mma try-)

Music box control: there is a range, basically if Tubbo can hear the music he has to dance to it- BUT if he's out of range and someone plays the music he is forced to get into range to hear it from the curse (like what you said with him being stuck in a trance and going to find it). As for control, you can use the box to make him do other things, but you have to change the melody (music boxes have this little metal roll in them that has dots to play the song, and you can buy a new one and change it any time) and sing an actual song to that melody about what you want him to do- singing to the original melody doesn't work

Dream: Dream is probably someone who buys and trades stolen items from Wilbur alot. And most likely a hidden fae. So, Wilbur had taken a picture of the box and posted it on his (secret) website before he knew about Tubbo, and when Dream saw it- he immediately recognised the cursed music box and wanted it. Of course by then Wilbur would be unwilling to sell it, but Dream has his ways (fae cursed the box remember? So, what fae that's going to steal this box do you think was there when it was cursed? Dream. So who knows how to utilize the curse? Dream.)

Tubbo and pain: Tubbo can feel pain. But he can't die. So you can shatter him to a million pieces and he would be in agony unless someone glued him back together- and he can't pass out- (I know, I'm a monster). Dream knows all of this- so when he wants a puppet it just makes him do a sloppy job at drilling the holes in, just so he can hurt Tubbo more.

Counter curse: through the counter Tubbo would turn back very slowly, and it would take at least a year to turn completely human again (although he would be free from the box's control instinaniously)- as well as, even though he was turned into a tiny doll, he can't be grown back, so he's now a tiny human- but at least a free tiny human

(I think I got it all?)

Mcyt g/t tag list:

@nomynameisanon @trashpumped @loriepoptale @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @the-misfits-system

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laequiem · 3 years

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No tricks, only treats [ONESHOT]

/ Cardan and Jude join the rest of the family to enjoy Halloween in the Mortal World.

Part of Tales from the Mortal Realm, a collection of random moments in the lives of the Queen and King of Elfhame.

"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

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"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

I saw him prowl towards me through the glass. He slid his arms around my waist, staring at me through my reflection.

Today is October 31st and Oak insisted we join him in celebrating Halloween. Of course, this means we all need costumes. I decided to go as the one character I knew more than anyone else.

Cardan.

I looked through his wardrobe for my outfit. It was quite hard to find a top that was loose enough to account for my breasts, as most of his clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly. I also found a dark blue coat, its collar covered in iridescent feathers. I gave up trying to find pants in his collection, as my hips would never fit, and just wore a pair of black leggings with black combat boots.

"What do you mean, dear Jude?"

"The only thing you love more than booze is yourself."

He raised his brows, making a show of looking offended.

"Your capacity to lie to yourself will always impress me,” he said then plucked a kiss to my temple, “I love you more than I love wine."

I don’t think I will ever get over him being caring . It felt as if he was a completely different person from the boy who would disturb lessons just to get attention.

Cardan turned me to face him, then inspected my face. “Something is missing.” He took my hand and directed me to his personal vanity. He opened the drawer and pulled out some cosmetics. He lined my eyes with kohl and coated my lashes with dark mascara. I suppressed my laugh when I saw he was so concentrated that he had stuck out his tongue. Then, he took out some glittery gold powder and applied it on my cheekbones.

He took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled.

“And the final touch,” he said as he plucked his crown off his head and put it on my head at an angle, “Voilà!”

I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with any kind of wig. I put my hair up in elaborate braids, letting a few short curls hang in a few places. Yet, even without his signature dark hair, I still looked like him. I made faces at myself in the mirror, trying to get his grin right.

Finally, I got up. “Your turn now, dearest Cardan.”

When Heather learned that Cardan would be coming too, she started suggesting outfits for him. She even went as far as drawing some of them. Something about his otherworldly looks inspired her. Maybe it's the tail, since a lot of her designs included it: a devil, sexy cat man and my personal favorite, a cute puppy.

In the end, I chose my own, petty idea. I walked in the closet and pulled out the outfit I had the servants clean for the occasion.

“A King needs his Queen,” I grinned as I revealed the Queen of Mirth dress and crown.

Cardan threw his head back laughing. “You sure know how to hold a grudge.”

Thankfully, my husband was a team player, and he went with it. Even in this, he looked strikingly handsome. Or pretty, I guess. Unfair.

We landed in Maine in the early afternoon. It was strange to be awake so early, but Cardan did not seem bothered at all. We met up with Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn and Garrett at the entrance to FallFest, some kind of harvest festival that was held every October in the local park. It had everything from harvest contests to food stands, a section with typical carnival games, a small hay maze and even a haunted house.

I was not surprised to see my eldest sister dressed up, she went crazy for Halloween every year. Vivienne would dress up for a week straight before Halloween, even when she still lived in Elfhame. She was wearing a tight black bodysuit with a tail and claws as well as a black leather mask with cat ears. Heather dressed up as some kind of … plant lady? She had a short bodysuit made of green ivy leaves, green stockings and a long red wig. Oak was with them, wearing a reddish pink shirt with a big yellow star on it. I can only assume they went for pop-culture references I am unfamiliar with.

The real surprise was seeing my twin Taryn and her quiet lover also dressed up.

"What are you dressed as?", Cardan inquired, cocking his head to the side, "You ought to have dressed as Jude, you have already proved to be so good at it."

I snapped my head at him and slammed my foot as hard as I could on his. He was joking, of course. But the peace between me and Taryn was still fairly new. We mostly kept to ourselves and rarely talked. Garrett was back with the Court of Shadow and we were friendly, but he kept his professional and personal lives completely separated.

Cardan was hopping on one foot, scowling at me like he did not understand why I was upset. Taryn understood, though. She was sheepishly looking at the ground.

"I… I'm sorry for tricking you, Cardan."

I tried finding something to say to end the awkwardness. I wanted Cardan to apologize for what he said, but I knew he would not. Fae don't apologize.

Thankfully, Vivi broke the silence. "C'mon guys, we're here to HAVE FUN!" she complained, "What ARE you two dressed as?"

"Phantom of the Opera." Garrett replied.

"Nerds."

"Says the one dressed up as Catwoman." Garrett mocked.

The bickering continued, though less mean-spirited than Cardan’s original comment, as we walked down the main path. Our first stop was the pumpkin carving station. Each couple got their own pumpkin to carve, though Vivi and Heather’s pumpkin was mostly Oak’s handiwork and the couple making sure he did not stab himself. Taryn and Garrett made some intricate flower design on theirs, Garrett being the one doing the carving of course. As for us, well… Cardan had creative ideas, but no skills with a blade, and my skills were more of the stabbing variety. We settled on giving our pumpkin a traditional jack-o-lantern face.

After the effort of carving pumpkins, we were starving. Oak was complaining, dragging his feet on the ground so much that Vivi and Heathers were holding both of his hands to pull him along. Behind them, I saw Taryn with her arm looped around The Ghost's.

I was suddenly very aware that Cardan and I were the only ones not holding hands.

Nobody knows us here. We needn't keep the appearance of the power couple, together to rule and nothing else.

I took my hand out of the pockets of my borrowed coat and tentatively brushed my fingers against Cardan's hand. I saw him whip his head towards me, and I blushed when I witnessed the surprise in his face. Soon enough, he smiled. One of those smiles he kept for me and only me, blissful and happy. The smile he gives me when we have the time to spend hours cuddled together in bed, enjoying each other's presence.

Cardan took my hand and squeezed. I squeezed back.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating good food, trying to guess the weight of giant pumpkins and visiting a haunted house. Cardan was fascinated by the weird human traditions and absolutely ecstatic about the food. Pumpkin-spiced flavored food will become the new trend in Elfhame, judging by his reaction.

When the sun started to go down, Taryn and Garrett left for Madoc’s, who decided to try giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Heather and Vivienne had initially volunteered to take Oak trick-or-treating himself, but when one of their friends invited them to a party, we offered to take him instead. Oak was excited to spend more time with me and “Uncle Cardan”.

I had not gone trick-or-treating in...10 years? Maybe 12? Since my parents died. Cardan, obviously, had never gone. So, dressed up as each other, with Oak dressed as some cartoon character, we roamed the residential streets of the city to beg for sweets.

“If it is called ‘trick-or-treat’, does that mean I can make bargains if someone refuses to give me candy?” Cardan asked as we watched Oak go up to a house.

I gave him my best ‘I’ll-strangle-you-if-you-do’ stare. “No. No turning people into cats, no curse making them hear imaginary insects buzzing around their ears.”

“Why is it called trick-or-treat, then?”

Vivienne told me they had to explain this to Oak, too, a few weeks ago. Someone at school had mentioned being excited to go trick-or-treating and my brother had been very confused.

“I don’t know.”

Cardan hmmed and smirked, “Perhaps the Folk were involved when the holiday was first established.”

I crossed my arms.

“If that’s the case, not all traditions need to be brought back.”

He laughed at that, then reached around me and pulled me closer to him.

“You win. I won’t trick anyone,” he crooned in my ear, “but I want a kiss for being well behaved.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “So needy.”

Once again, I had to remind myself that nobody knows us here. Nobody recognized our costumes today: in the mortal world, dressed as each other, we were only The Guy In An Ugly Dress and Fashionable Emo Boy. Nobody knew we are King and Queen of Elfhame, therefore there are no expectations to be the hedonistic king and his murderous wife.

I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down. I felt him smile as I captured his lips with mine.

“Ew, gross!” Oak’s voice came from the other end of the driveway, “Stop that, come here.”

Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and looked towards the house. Oak was in front of the opened door, talking with a couple.

“Honey, look,” the tallest woman exclaimed as we walked down the driveway, “She’s dressed as High King Cardan!”

“Oh my god,” the other one replied, sounding so very human, “that sounds kind of profane. Do you think he would have her hung for this?”

As I looked at the two women, I realized that Oak had stumbled upon the house of a Fae couple. They saw through his glamour, and he saw through theirs.

“This is my sister Jude,” Oak started, “and this is my Uncle Cardan.”

Both females had gone completely still and were staring at Cardan with wide eyes. Simultaneously, they bowed deeply.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty. We weren’t expecting you.”

“We so rarely see our kind around here,” the shorter one said nervously, “we… wanted to meet who little Oak was with.”

“We have tea, if you would like.”

I dared a glance at Cardan and noticed he seemed amused. Was he delighted to make them uncomfortable?

“That won’t be necessary,” he said as he took my hand, “My wife has us on a tight schedule, we have other houses to visit. Have a nice evening.”

I caught the emphasis on wife and realized they only recognized him as royalty. ‘ Your Majesty ’, singular. I could tell from the two females’ expressions that they also understood their mistake. I felt bad for them knowing they had no ill intent, probably unaware of the situation in Faerie. Yet, I could not help the grin that crept on my face. I worked hard to become High Queen. I fought and killed my way through the ranks, almost dying. Multiple times. I made decisions that will haunt me until the day I die. I am High Queen, and the Folk must know.

“It was nice meeting you,” I say as I take Oak’s hand, “You are welcome to visit us at the palace if you wish.”

My memories from before Faerieland were to blurry, I did not remember getting so much candy. Did Taryn and I get that much? How could we possibly have eaten all of that? Cardan and I each had a smaller bag, only accompanying Oak to some of the doors, but Oak had multiple full bags. Once he went to sleep, Oriana was more than happy to give us some. She had learned how bad candy was for children’s teeth - even little Fae kids. She filled little bags for us to take back to Elfhame.

Like anyone eating candy for the first time, Cardan went a little crazy. He wanted to try everything. Faeries might be different in a lot of ways, but I now have proof that chocolate is addictive even to them.

The High King of Elfhame ate so much candy that he fell asleep on the couch, to the former General’s dismay.

#tfota #the folk of the air #cardan #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #judecardan #jude duarte #the cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #holly black #fanfic #fluff #laequiem

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I Taste Honey but I Haven’t Seen the Hive - Chapter Six

Ao3, Masterpost, C.1 C.2 C.3 C.4 C.5

Relationships: eventual queer-platonic intruality. platonic dukeceit, creativitwins, and dlampr.

Yet again there are no italics. its new years eve sue me. oh also happy 2021 nobody question my priorities thanks <3

Warnings: so much softness, implications of self-isolation, swearing, Lots of Feelings, sympathetic everybody, descriptions of the sides having non-human features.

Word Count: 3,962

Something Remus came to realize was that he, a bit paradoxically, was not used to people being in his space.

It was weird. Not weird in the way that people usually felt when he was the one interrupting- he wasn’t scared by it, or disgusted, or even really annoyed. It was just… surprising, to have somebody else hanging around him, unprompted by anything.

Remus wasn’t known for having boundaries- or respecting them, for that matter- but he’d at least been attempting to restrain himself just a bit after being accepted by the others. Out of courtesy, if nothing else.

And apparently he didn’t need to. Not after what happened with Patton, anyway. Now that Patton had deemed the two of them ‘close’- something he was absolutely happy to agree with, for the record- Remus’ world had flipped sort of around. Back to no boundaries, only he wasn’t the one crossing those lines, and nobody was running screaming. Least of all Patton!

Remus ran the thoughts over in his head, feeling like that day was shaping up to be a great example of the change:

He and Patton were sitting side-by-side in the living room, content, with the rest of the sides spread around in different seats and configurations just the same. The unlikely pair were at the fringe of the circle, close enough to be part of things but far enough to zone in and out at will (as both were prone to do). It was nice, amiable.

But minutes before- forty of them at most- Remus had been up in his own room, happily dissecting some gooish creations and only vaguely aware that there was a meeting that day. His attendance to group meetings varied from week to week- sometimes he was bored and could use an argument, and other times he was having fun on his own and knew that it wouldn’t be all that important if he ditched. He joined more often than he used to, sometimes he was even asked for, but he was optional still. A favored option, suggestions taken now, sure- but still not mandatory.

He was going to stay upstairs for that one, but Patton had come to get him. Had dragged him down in that sweet, puppy-dog way of convincing that worked so well and, knowing him, was totally unintentional. And even if Remus didn’t care about arguing his way through content production right then, Patton had promised that it was important for him to be there.

That was the word he’d used for Remus. Important.

How the hell could Remus say no to that?

At least the meeting was going by without a hitch, for once. He assumed it was- Remus was honestly paying very little attention- but the lack of anger or tension was practically palpable. These things were usually so spiteful that even Remus, renowned lover of chaos, could almost taste his headache when everybody started shouting and hissing and fighting. It just got sad.

But not that time, apparently.

As Logan went on his third ramble of the evening, smiling widely at a surprising lack of interruption, Remus turned to Patton. He whispered:

“Okay, when are they gonna snap? Did they all finally get lobotomized?”

Patton frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean where’s all the screaming and crying? Specs and Prince Priss haven’t had a single one of their horny yelling matches, what gives?”

Patton smiled in a way that said he was trying very hard not to laugh, rolling his eyes.

“These meetings have calmed down a bit, I guess,” he shrugged.

Remus glanced around the room with narrowed eyes. While that certainly seemed like the truth, he couldn’t buy it.

“Yeah, I give it until one of them vaguely insults the others, and then everybody’s gonna shut down for the next week. That kinda tension doesn’t just go.”

Patton didn’t say anything. Half-gazing at the carpet, he didn’t look like he’d even heard. He was smiling, but it was one of those jumbled up expressions, the type that tried to span a hundred different feelings. He had so many expressions like that, that seemed bottomless and swirling and so intricate on a humanoid face that, in reality, wasn’t built to display something like that. It was uncanny- not like an eerie doll, but like something with unearthly beauty. This face, though, had tones of upset.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been around everybody,” Patton said.

It wasn’t a question and it didn’t need to be. While Remus wasn’t exactly known for keeping to himself, he couldn't be called sociable either. He dropped in to say something, usually random, and then he was gone as soon as he’d visited. Even before the first Patton incident, fuck, it had been weeks since he’d actually stuck around through something.

Since The Acceptance, now that Remus thought of it, he’d been spending more time alone than ever. Not all of his time- he remembered being surprised at Logan talking to him, willingly, like friends, and after that had even come Virgil and Roman. He saw people, talked to them, yeah. The time spent was friendlier, more welcoming, but it was so much less.

Well, it was obvious why: they visited him, but- like he’d mentioned, he’d been trying to give them some space.

“Sure, it's been awhile,” Remus admitted, “But I never expected shit to change so much around here, still.”

The haze on Patton’s face thickened like fog on the moors, a soft and sympathetic mist over his eyes that Remus knew was aimed at him (even if it was pointed more to a sort of middle distance).

“I don’t think I did, either,” Patton’s mouth barely moved, his voice less of a whisper and moreso a fragile breath. “I was hoping for it, but… I’m still trying to get used to stuff being allowed to change, you know?” He picked at a loose thread along the seam of the couch. “I haven’t done this stuff in a while, either.”

Remus’ head shot up, and he almost forgot that they weren’t the only two in the room. Somehow, he stopped himself from shouting:

“You- it has?”

A tiny smile. Something built up behind Patton’s eyes; a wave, dark and lonely and filling his bright blues with cloudy gray. “I just needed some alone time, after everything changed so much so fast. I still feel, I dunno, weird. I don’t know what’s wrong with me- but…” he swallowed, his head lifting. “I’m really happy for them,” he was staring- so very loving- first at Logan, then Roman, then Virgil and Janus. It was a wonder none of them felt his gaze on them, Remus thought, because he was sure if anyone looked at him that way, he’d burn up like a fae upon iron. “They deserve it so much. I know that not everything is perfect still, but, I’m just so proud of us anyways. I- I think maybe-”

He cut himself off, blinking rapidly. Remus gave the room a quick once over to make sure nobody was looking their way- and nobody was: Virgil was very resolutely trying to get everyone to stay on topic despite Janus and Logan’s continued tangenting, and Roman was scribing furiously on several different pieces of paper- before he inched close enough to curve his arm around Patton. Touching like that had steadily become familiar to both of them, and it didn’t take long for Patton to fall untense against his side. He leaned into him, muttering: “I mean, they’re all doing a lot better than me, that’s for sure. I- I don’t even know what I’m for anymore. Maybe that’s why I’ve been… ditching, really.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. There were so many things he could’ve said and done, but all of them loud and fervent and definitely not subtle enough to go unnoticed by everyone. So, for the sake of Patton’s privacy, he settled on this:

“That makes two of us, Morey.”

The meeting that was planned to take two or three hours took the entire day, just as always. Hours and hours were spent in a room filled with excited conversation, of which the subject oscillated wildly between relevant topics and complete nonsense- which Remus and Patton did, eventually, tune back into (and contribute to as well, mainly in the nonsense department). Eventually, even Virgil gave up on trying to keep anything in order.

But the meeting ended on a good note anyway. Lots of good notes, actually, if the stacks upon stacks of paper they’d scribbled up were any indication. Mess, the sides had come to believe, was usually a measure of their productivity: if crumpled pages were strayed across the room, if forgotten pens and pencils balanced on every surface from coffee table to TV stand, and if- in the process of snacking- they’d accumulated enough dishes to fill the sink for days on end? Shit. Got. Done.

Remus stared over the chaos with unfocused eyes. He felt distantly proud of the stormish state the living room was in. Draped over the back of the sectional, he gnawed idly on a wood pencil, stripping its yellow into beige. The paint fell off in bitter chunks, and the taste made him think of grabbing some non-acrylic dinner before closing the night off. Maybe he’d steal some of whatever saccharine sweet Patton usually made in the late evenings, and then spend the rest of the night with him, anyway. Remus debated what would be the most fun (or if he was tired enough to sleep yet), partially aware as he did so that he’d chewed and swallowed the metal-eraser end of his pencil.

“Ugh,” a drawn out groan broke his thoughts, petulant and whiny. “Do you have any intention of helping us clean up this, the common area?”

Roman was kneeling beside Janus on the carpet, the pair surrounded by papers and binders and trashbags, the former of which they were sorting into either of the latter two, depending on how useful each page was. Roman had stopped working, however, to stare up at Remus indignantly. Remus glared right back.

“I’ve never had an intention in my life,” he answered.

Janus shrugged, smiling in that I-told-you-so way at Roman. But Roman, ever the nuisance, wasn’t letting it go.

“Come on! It’s not like you’re even doing anything!”

“I’m doing something,” Remus’ words were wide and wobbly as he stripped another line of paint off the pencil, breaking some splinters off into his teeth.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” another chunk of wood, down the hatch. “I’m flaying all these leftover pencils until they’re lead-sticks.”

Roman hopped up from the floor and dropped himself onto the couch, shoving himself into the way so jarringly that it reminded Remus of himself.

“Well, now you’re going to help us clean.”

Janus rolled his eyes, not even glancing up. “Roman, just leave it alone, we-”

“We are all parts of this whole now, including him! Remus-” Roman rounded on him again, “If you’re going to come down here and help us make all this mess, with all of your numerous contributions that we have to write down, you’ll help clean it like anybody else. Do you think that I like any of- of-” he gestured, flamboyantly, at the room, “This? Ugh, please, I’m a prince! But, fair is fair, and fair means everybody.”

And that was the point of the conversation in which Remus would cackle, push Roman backwards off the couch, and proclaim how much it’d go against his very being to clean a mess instead of cause it. He’d tell Roman how funny it was that he thought he could boss him around, because it always had been- that full-of-it Older Brother kind of attitude that had never worked. The Prince had never once managed to get him to do anything, and each attempt only got funnier than the last.

He didn’t say any of that, though.

Roman was bitching at him, not to go away this time, but to stay. Stay and help the group, because he was a part of said group. So he was asked to help them, the group that he was a part of, because he was part of it. That group.

“Okay,” he blurted, “Okay, I’ll- alright.”

Roman blinked at him, a look of disbelief spreading across his face. “You- oh!” he smiled, utterly baffled. “That was- very easy?”

Janus, too, was looking up at Remus with bewilderment, his task of paper-sorting all but forgotten. Remus couldn’t blame either of them, but he still huffed, trying very hard not to be embarrassed by that whole… moment.

He shook it off, rolling off the couch and standing up, jittery.

“Whatever, just- tell me what to pick up, okay?”

They seemed not to hear him, the gawking continuing on until he started working unprompted, and longer than that still. Each time he (begrudgingly) shoved something into a trashbag, it earned him another Exchange of Glances from the pair.

They got over it eventually, though, because there was a fuck-load more to clean than there was room to stare. So they cleaned.

Remus thought it would get old after a minute, and he’d finally gather up the guts to bail on them, but it just… never happened. It felt unnatural to be getting rid of a mess- like an animal having its fur brushed the wrong way, continuously- but by some point the sensation was distant. The rest of him was still busy processing, experiencing, maybe possibly overthinking this kind of recognition he’d never gotten before. It was handed to him now like it was something normal. The three of them worked together, and it was normal.

Acceptance, as it turned out, wasn’t synonymous with ‘soulless assimilation’. In fact, it was pretty fucking great, getting to watch his brother and best friend find documents from the floor with his ideas on them, then tucking them into a binder marked important, instead of a trashcan marked to burn. It was… surreal.

But the tidying was over in just an hour and a half- oh wow, never in a million years would Remus have thought an hour and a half of cleaning would be too little for him. He made a note to absolutely destroy something big and important later, to balance the universe out again.

Roman sank through the floor as soon as they were done, complaining loudly about how very exhausted he was. Remus teased him on his way out, but it was just for the habit- he was way too mushy to think of anything properly mean at the moment.

Janus watched him go, silent. He sat beside Remus on the couch, and despite his obvious tiredness, he waited a good few minutes before saying anything.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Remus shivered. Janus pulled him up into a hug (one that maybe dragged on for a little too long, but who was counting?), and it spelled out all the pride and care that he’d never been good at verbalizing. With that, he gave Remus a short nod, and then was gone as well.

Which made everyone else upstairs, probably in their rooms and halfway asleep. Then there was Remus, antsy in the living room, itchy with feelings.

Everyone but Patton, of course, who could still be heard humming in the kitchen; who never went up until he knew everyone else was in their rooms, true to the protective parent persona. Remus suddenly didn’t think he wanted anything else but to see Patton after what had happened, to talk to him, to…

He walked to the kitchen.

“Pat.”

Patton looked over his shoulder at Remus, up to his elbow in sudsy sink water. A smile fell naturally across his face.

“Hi,” his voice was low, delicate. “You about to head up?”

Remus watched his friend work, trailing into the room slowly. He grinned, “Are you kidding? I could stay up all night, if I wanted.”

“Do you want to?” Patton asked him.

Remus thought on it for a moment. He shrugged, iunno, leaned against the counter by the sink. Patton turned away again.

It was so quiet. No wind. No footsteps. Not a muffled voice upstairs, even- just the sound of water and ceramic hitting ceramic. Everything was still.

Remus hated it. Silence was fragile, and he crawled with the need to break it. He felt it get tense as it stretched out, and he just wanted to tear the air apart with sound. It felt like nothing mattered anymore, when peace was so easily able to drown it all out. Cold and alone. He hated it.

Sometimes, Remus imagined that if the silence went too long, he’d never be able to make a noise again. There were few things that made him so unhappy, but the quiet…

“What’s on your mind?” Patton asked.

Remus jolted. Patton was staring, concern gathering in his eyes the longer he did. Remus took a deep breath- he remembered something, something small and unimportant that Janus had told him once.

When one is so intensely happy, they can fall to agonizing upset even quicker than if they’d been mildly perturbed in the first place, because of the ferocity of the feelings. Something like that.

“A lot more than I’m willing to throw on your shoulders, Pops.”

Patton pouted. Actually. Fucken. Pouted. The worst part was, his puppy-face was actually working.

“Ugh,” Remus rolled his eyes, “Just- could I- I dunno, have a hug, or some shit?”

If Patton was surprised, he hid it well. God knew, that wasn’t exactly the kind of thing Remus would ask for. He almost never asked to get attention- taking it was much easier, and much more entertaining. Besides, if he’d ever asked before that point… well, he already knew what answer he would’ve gotten.

Patton’s smile only widened, until it was positively melting. “Of course you can,” he shut the sink off. “Of course.”

He reached haphazardly for a hand towel, to dry his arms. Remus, riding the high of that enthusiastic permission, absolutely could not wait that long. He latched his arms around Patton’s middle before the side had even finished talking, burying his face between his shoulder blades and hugging tight.

Patton went still, like he didn’t know what to do. After it became clear that Remus had no intention to move, Patton laughed, dreamy and soft, and shook his hands as dry as he could. He patted Remus’ forearm; bead-bracelets clattered under the Duke’s sleeves.

“Hey,” Patton said.

“Mmh?”

“Not that this isn’t lovely,” he laced his fingers with Remus’, squeezed them, “But I’d like it better if I could hug you back, ya know?”

Remus let go, reluctantly. In the true fashion of intrusive thoughts, there was a second he was so convinced Patton would run, now that he was freed. Make an escape from him, an escape from his claws.

He didn’t. He spun right around and pulled Remus against his chest- one arm linked around his torso, the other winding into his tangled hair. Anyone, at a glance, could see that Patton was huge- but up close the difference was dizzying: his wide chest, encircling arms that seemed to be made of nothing but muscle and padding, and that height, all made him so… comforting. Big and strong, a body that disguised power in soft edges and fat. If he squeezed just a little too tight, in fact, Remus wouldn’t be surprised if Patton could make splinters out of his bones. Which Remus definitely, definitely wouldn’t mind, but the knowledge that Patton not only could do that but also wouldn’t ever do that- that was what really did him in.

And he’d hugged Patton before- months ago, and somehow Patton had seemed so small then, when everything had started- but being hugged? Properly, too, not underwater while one of them was drowning- it was a world of difference. No panic, no breakdowns, just a real, solid hug.

He could just ask for this and then have it. He could smell sugar cookies and candle wax, and feel somebody- a willing body- pressing in. It was weird. He thought that someday, he might get used to it. He wanted a chance to get used to it.

“Do you wanna talk now?” Patton prompted, forcibly reminding Remus that he had a bloodhound’s nose for emotional distress.

“I don’t know.”

Patton hummed, his fingers scratching through Remus’ hair. “Today went better than I thought it would.”

“You didn’t have to bring me, if you thought it was gonna be bad.”

“I wasn’t worried because of you! I was worried because of me. Things have been… a lot for me, lately.”

“Oh,” Remus angled his head to the side, looking up at him. “Yeah. I feel ya.”

“But they were all so much more patient, weren’t they,” Patton’s eyes went a little misty, the way they always did when he talked about his family. “Everything’s different now, and I guess that scared me, but I think that now… it’s a good different, you know?”

“Like us, right?” Remus laughed, “This is the craziest difference, if ya think about it.”

Patton chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest so that Remus felt it more than heard it.

“I don’t think I would’ve gotten through with today without you, you know that?”

It was deeply honest. There was a beat.

“I-” Oh fuck, Remus was choked up, when did that happen? “I wouldn’t have even had a day like today, without you, so. Do with that what you want.”

Remus buried his face in Patton’s sternum, just to avoid the sad understanding in his eyes.

He- he wasn’t exactly made for the care he was getting, not the kind of softness in that face. Not when Patton was still patiently untangling his matt of hair while they hovered in the stillness of the dark, empty kitchen, and Remus desperately didn’t want to cry.

Patton gave him a minute to breathe, at the very least, before:

“They like you, though. Janus loves you.”

“Yeah, okay, but it’s not-”

“I know how you feel,” said Patton, and did. “Like they couldn’t actually care about us, even though it doesn’t make sense for them not to. It’s one of those things that’s easy to forget,” Remus could hear the smile in his voice. “So it’s good we have each other, when we need to get out of our own heads. At least, it’s like that for me, I don’t know if you even-”

“No,” Remus curled his claws in the back of Patton’s shirt, something dark and emotional flooding like tar through his chest. “Nah, you’re right, Morey. This is good for us.”

Remus shook his head at nothing in particular. He forced his hands unballed, pulled back, and wormed his way out of Patton’s hug after way too long.

His skin felt like paper from the affection, like he’d been electrocuted, and while that was fun- was amazing- for a while, he didn’t think he could handle much more in one sitting.

Patton let him go, smiling warmly, leaning back against the counter. His eyes were shiny and wet, but he was content.

“Thanks,” Remus said.

“What for? The hug?”

“No- I mean, that too, but I was saying ‘thanks, for caring’. For giving enough of a shit about me to try and help.”

Patton smiled, solemnly.

“I told you so,” he breathed, “I promised I would like you when I got to know you, and then I did. I do!”

Remus felt a grin returning to his face, sliding across his lips more naturally than anything else he’d had to deal with that night.

“Yeah. You aren’t too bad yourself, Pat.”

Chapter Seven

Taglist: @shrimp-crockpot @glitter-skeleton-uwu @donnieluvsthings @intruxiety @thefivecalls @did-he-just-hiss-at-me @gayformlessblob

#sanders sides #ts #fanfiction #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #ts fanfic #intruality #qpr intruality #platonic intruality #remus #patton

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1x07 - ArachnoFaebia

Written by: Emily Andras

Directed by: John Fawcett

Original Air Date: October 31, 2010

In which I claim to have nothing to say about this episode but spend a long time ranting about Lauren and Dyson’s pettiness and other things anyway.

Bo and Kenzi begin to have their first little squabbles as roommates. Then a supernatural giant spider gets unleashed in their house, bites them, and turns them into paranoid homicidal maniacs. The house is quarantined so they can’t get out, and their only choices are kill the spider and free themselves from its spell or die in a fire, if they don’t kill each other first.

“It sounds like whispering kids or giggling elves. Did you bring elves home last night? I’m not judging, I just want to know.”

ArachnoFaebia. Don’t have much to say about this one.

I feel like I should, though. I mean, Emily Andras wrote it, and I usually like her episodes. (Except when I REALLY don’t, but we won’t get to the episode I’m thinking of until Season 3.) Plus, it’s about Bo and Kenzi, which is what I am here for. Eh. It’s a perfectly fine and entertaining episode.

Fuck Pete, Kenzi! Fuck Pete!

Ah, not cool on the cock block, Bo.

“I wish I had man slaves who did whatever I want.” Me too, Kenzi.

Bo and Kenzi have their first “fight,” which is really more of a catty little banter than anything.

Oh, wait. I definitely missed this line the first couple of times I watched this show a million years ago. The setup: Bo compares the two of them to “real life sisters,” which is cute. A few lines later, she says, “Hey, I’m picky, not psychotic.” Kenzi replies under her breath, “Family is always psychotic.” She kind of mumbles it so it’s hard to hear, but I love this. It’s touching, obviously, that she admits to herself out loud that she considers Bo her family. And, of course, it’s another dig at the biological family we have yet to meet or learn about.

This scene at the beginning with Ksenia Solo playing Kenzi playing an exorcist is great.

I really love the Bo, Kenzi, Dyson, and Hale dynamic. They have good chemistry. It’s a fun foursome. Not just as two pairs of best friends plus two pairs of love interests, but as all four of them together. They seem like they’d have a good time hanging out. Bo and Kenzi are like the quintessential lady BFFs, with Dyson and Hale as a dude BFF counterpart.

Bo, oblivious as hell, tries to sit down with Lauren and Dyson and have a genuine friendly heart-to-heart. Being as Lauren and Dyson fucking hate each other, this works out very poorly. Dyson and Lauren spit some nasty words back and forth at each other, all of this stemming from little to no provocation. It’s just the sight of the other sitting next to Bo that raises their hackles, and it takes nothing to have them at each other’s throats. Considering that from where I’m sitting, which is not particularly invested in either pairing, they haven’t known Bo that relatively long, their jealousy seems a bit extreme.

Surprisingly, Lauren doesn’t really take the first shot at Dyson, other than a passive aggressive comment about him not returning her calls, which is no doubt deserved. Dyson, prickled at the reminder and at her presence, resorts to racism. For the cheapest possible digs, of course. How flattering of you, Dyson.

Love when we get to see and hear more Hale. Like this scene where he calls out Kenzi for being jealous of Bo’s ability to seduce anyone. When he’s not fronting as a hyper-horny dudebro, Hale tends to be one of the more coy and observant characters, and I’ve always found him to be both fun to watch and criminally underutilized. But boy, will we get to that later.

In the scene where Bo goes to get a check-up with Lauren at the Light Fae hospital, Bo admits that she was insensitive when she briefly tried to get Lauren and Dyson to hang out at the Dal. I am a bit impressed and proud of her that she is at least aware of it and owning up to it.

Kenzi and Lauren make-out hallucination weird as fuck, no other comment.

Dyson looks nice in this suit. That’s all I wanted to say.

I’m not gonna lie, if Lauren wasn’t a lesbian, I’d be tempted to ship Wolfpants, y’all.

While not as quite as unflattering as Dyson taking cheap shots at her humanity and literal slavery, this bit where Lauren sends him a little nasty, “And we’re close. She knows she can talk to me,” is also kind of unflattering. She looks him dead in the eyes and wants him to know that she and Bo have a deeper bond than Bo has with him (supposedly). Pretty nasty. I guess he deserves it, though, after his douchebaggery at the bar. Dyson fires back with a pretty sick burn by reminding Lauren that he and Bo are, in fact, still fucking. Dyson and Lauren just constantly engage in petty dick-waving in every scene they are in together. Strap in, because this won’t change any time soon.

So why do the “infected” have to be exterminated along with the spider? Is it contagious? I thought people are only infected if they’re bitten? Just get them out of there and burn the place down with the spider in it. Pretty cold of Lauren and Trick to just be like, “Oh well, fuck Bo and Kenzi and Hale, then,” and be prepared to sacrifice them if they can’t figure out how to kill the thing in the next hour or whatever.

What Bo does to Hale when he’s tied up is gross. And, uh, what’s the word. Problematic.

Talking about this in depth is going to open up a whole can of worms, and it probably deserves its own post, but it’s worth briefly acknowledging here what we already consciously or subconsciously know. Which is that a lot of the time, when Bo feeds on or uses her succubus powers on someone, either without them knowing or against their will, it scans as a dubiously consensual sexual encounter at best. In situations like the one with Hale, it reads as straight up non-con, or worse.

But being as that’s the nature of what a succubus is, that’s a given. What matters is how the narrative treats it. Is it treated well in this episode? Not really. Bo was supernaturally brainwashed at the time so it’s not like it was really her doing it, but it kinda bothers me that she defends her feeding on him as, “I did what I had to do,” and at the end of the episode, Hale begs Kenzi not to tell Dyson that “[he] kissed Bo,” as if he had any agency in the matter. I never really thought about this when I first watched the show in high school, so it didn’t bother me. Watching it now, it makes me uncomfortable.

The main character is a succubus, and at the end of the day this show is all good edgy campy sexy supernatural fun, and it's not that deep. Really, it's not. But her being a succubus can sometimes make for a tricky sea to navigate. One of Michelle Lovretta’s main goals was sex positivity, and I think the show succeeds at that in regards to its consensual adult sexual relationships. As to how much or whether dubious consent scenarios muddy up that message, not really sure how I feel yet.

“You’d pick me over Bo, right, Hale? You’re on my side?” Hmmm. I sense shades of a burgeoning intimacy here.

KC Collins playing Hale as a psychopath is pretty scary.

This one-off character is cool and seems interesting. It’s a shame we don’t see more of her.

Bo’s one brain cell not understanding science is really cute.

Dyson tells Lauren that he doesn’t trust her motives. She’s “inconsistent.” And it’s true. She is. He admits to not understanding why Lauren would callously call a strike on Bo but then turn around and kill a man to save her. And to be honest, at this point, I don’t either. Something about Lauren is shifty and Dyson is right to pick up on it. Lauren’s response, “…this time I was Bo’s hero,” is unnecessary and kinda toxic but whatever.

Next up, we have episode 1x08, which was the original pilot. They wrote it, shot it, and showed it to the network in order to pitch the show. Obviously, it sold. Which makes the episode’s distinctively darker tone as compared to the rest of the season quite interesting.

#lost girl #bo dennis #kenzi malikov #lauren lewis #bo and kenzi #lost girl rewatch #doccubus #kale #i'm just gonna start tagging kenzi and hale as kale #dybo #1x07

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Hi! May I please have a marauders, MCU and blades of light and shadow match-up? I'm straight, she/her. I'm a ravenclaw and an INFP, I'm introverted but pretty friendly and outgoing once you get to know me. I love reading,my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I tend to daydream quite a lot and have a tendency to overthink stuff, I can also be a tad melodramatic at times. People often come to me for advice or to vent! (1/2)

I Ship You With...

Remus Lupin

okay you two would be the cutest and most affectionate couple - also the most blushy one

it wouldn’t help that the others (James and Sirius, especially) would spend the first days teasing the hell out of Moony for finding himself a girlfriend

“oh, he’s all grown up now” “Sirius” “look at our baby, James! can you believe how fast time flies?” “Sirius Black” “shh. let me pretend you’re still a little boy” “SIRIUS”

(they’re obviously incredibly happy for the both of you. you deserve & love each other so much, and you’re a pair of nerds that they love to watch snuggle together by the fire when you think no one else is looking)

you’d exchange books that you love and have the other read them, then discuss them - most of the time it would end up in frenzied conversations until two and a half in the morning where you gush about the characters and the worldbuilding and you sigh dreamily at the romance and the magic of it all, until he slyly reminds you that nothing is imaginary in the magic world

you’d shyly come to him one day and ask if he knows any reliable and truthful books about his... furry little problem (as you’ve learned to call it with the other boys, but really you don’t like that denomination because it implies that Remus is problematic), because you want to learn more about how to deal with it when it arises and how to keep him and everyone around safe, and you mostly trust books to give you this kind of knowledge. he’s deeply touched by your request, and although he tries to keep his composure and give you a list of works that resonated with him (though he doesn’t read too much about werewolves. it’s still difficult to handle the reality of it all), you can tell by his reddened cheeks and his fumbling words that it’s the most thoughtful sign of affection anyone has ever shown towards him

dates in Hogsmeade! what was at first strictly a friendly gathering for the entire group in the period preceding christmas remained a friendly escapade when you got together with Remus... but also the rest of the Marauders learned to give you a little space every time you go down to the village and leave you to frolick, as Sirius abjectly calls it, in the colorfully-lit streets.

you grab butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks (it will invariably be way too sugary for your liking, but seeing Remus’s white, creamy mustache after he dipped his lips in the drink is always worth it), as many sweets as you can carry in Honeydukes (most times it requires more than one bag and a few magic tricks to be able to transport them all), and end the day walking hand in hand in the main streets of the village, snow gently covering your hair and shoulders and engulfing the two of you in a winter wonder. his fingers and yours always tense when your steps bring you closer to the Shrieking Shack; but you press his hand, and when he’s more restless than usual or the full moon approaches you press a few feather-light kisses to his knuckles. you’re here and you’re not going anywhere. for that day and for that night, at least, everything is going to be okay.

Bruce Banner

it takes him more than ages to ask you out. decades. centuries! MILLENIA

and meanwhile absolutely everyone with a pair of eyes can see how dumbstruck he gets whenever you walk in the room, and how his every internal organ stops when you talk to him. in his eyes, you’re a paragon of confidence and coolness (which actually you’re convinced you aren’t, because you’re also a blabbering mess whenever you have to talk to him), and he’s... well, he’s only himself. some kind of STEM nerd. also, on occasion, the Incredible Hulk. no big deal? YES VERY BIG DEAL

but in reality, it is not big deal for you. he seems to forget every so often that he is a doctor and that someone with several PhD’s doesn’t exactly qualify as a STEM nerd in your mind (maybe at least its most powerful form). and even beyond that, he is an incredibly caring soul who’s constantly putting others before him, and it’s mesmerizing and refreshing to just sit on a chair in his lab, reading a novel, with him working on some new solutions, listening to the buzz of the kilns and the lapping of distilled water and peroxides in their testing tubes. you get a sense of peace when you watch him work that you never seem to find anywhere else, and in no one else’s presence.

now obviously Tony (it always has to be Tony) can’t BEAR anymore all this tension between his two best associates (that’s how he calls his friends when he’s not drunk enough), and is practically begging the both of you to make a move or at least talk it out and resolve all of this electricity. which you’d rather die than do, because he’s Tony Stark, he can’t imagine the immensity of the humiliation that would slap you in the face if you attempted to confess your feelings to anyone (especially Bruce!), but you can and you know.

after a few more failed attempts, Tony decides to take the matter in his own hands. nothing in this world will ever get done without his help, he swears!

at first he tries to convince the both of you, separately, to go to a mystery blind date at Luna Park, on Coney Island. you both vigorously decline. Tony has had brillian ideas in the past, but putting yourselves out there to spend a day with a stranger and possibly find love with them? ridiculous. that’s when Tony changes plans: now he’s inviting the both of you (still separately, without mentioning anything jointly) to spend the day with him at the fun fair. it will be fun, he says, just an afternoon eating cotton candy and rifle shooting with his friend. that sounds fishy enough coming from him. it’s a miracle (or maybe a consequence of Tony’s incessant supplications) that you both accept.

when you see Bruce, and Bruce sees you, arrive from both sides of the street to the meeting point you both agreed on with Tony, you start to smell the con-trick. obviously, you shouldn’t have put this past Tony Stark. now you’re both stuck with the other and you have nowhere to look at to distract yourself from his shy, adorable eyes and timid smile. of course.

well. now that you’re here, standing like idiots, not daring to say anything to the other, in front of the entrance of Luna Park, you’d rather make the most of it. chase the butterflies that pierce your throat whenever you catch a glimpse of his excited voice, extinguish the flames that arise through all your body when he puts his hand on the small of your back - then promptly moves it.

the ferris wheel seems to call you. tugging on bruce’s arm, you lead him to the attraction with more enthusiasm than you imagined you would have when the day started. New York City is always a wonder to look at from the heights. Bruce lets out a nervous laugh, but follows you anyway. it’s not like anything is bound to go wrong, right?

but of course. you both were carefree enough to forget that the entire ordeal had been orchestrated by none other than Tony Stark. when your cabin reaches the top of the wheel, and your face lights up at the sight of the sea, Tony’s voice rings out from the speakers at the exact same moment as your cabin comes to an abrupt halt.

“your attention please. due to regrettable circumstances, the ride will be stopping for approximatively thirty minutes. please enjoy the view, whether it is the bay or the person in front of you. later.”

suddenly you want to grab him by the collar and throw his smug little smile out the cabin, headfirst into the Atlantic.

“I’m so sorry,” rings out Bruce’s voice in the tightness of the cabin, his embarrassment true. “I shouldn’t have agreed to this and now I got you in this mess...”

“You didn’t get me in any mess. I agreed too. I guess...” you swallow hard, the faintest of smiles coming to rest on your lips. “I guess we’ll have to make good use of this time, then.”

Tyril

it takes a lot for him to open up to you: patience, efforts, gentle smiles and light touches on his shoulder, good manners, and respect of his past, privacy, and boundaries. a little like approaching a wounded animal in the woods. you have to gain his trust, first. it’s not the easiest task you’ve ever had to tackle, but hey, it can’t be harder than recollecting the evil shadow shards to stop the harmful influence of the murderous, evil, shadow court over your world, right?

(it’s almost harder, actually! you never would have guessed. but that elf has so many walls around his soul, and you have to scale every one of them with your bare hands.)

it’s worth it, though. it’s always worth it to see his smile light up the forest like a thousand fairly lights, and the tenderness of such a beautiful soul, that has lost so much, come alive every time you embrace him.

you see the blue flame of sadness in his eyes when he looks at you, and he sees the image of Kaya, the one he cared for so deeply and he lost so much time ago. it still pains him because he feels like it might be his fault, that he didn’t work hard enough to save her from the evil of the shadow court. his worst fear, although he will never admit it, is that another of the innocent people he loves most will succumb to the darkness and he will watch it unravel, powerless. but you assure him that it will not happen. you are too strong-minded to be corrupted.

he teaches you how to fight, and it’s an unexpected moment of intimacy between the two of you, getting to know each other better than ever, with each other’s strengths and weaknesses

you only ever see him be truly happy when he’s surrounded by the lights of the fae, that you randomly stumble upon in the middle of the deadwood, and that reflect a thousand colors on his beautiful, upturned face. at that precise moment, you can swear you’ve never seen someone more radiant, and someone more in love

when his eyes finally fall onto yours, his look of utter adoration does not disminish, quite the opposite actually; and he holds your gaze as if you were much more of a wonder than anything that’s happening in this kaleidoscopic clearing. your breath hitches in your throat, and a pink fire blossoms in your chest; it is here, in the most desolated of places in the entire country, that you discover love and love discovers you for the first time

#long post #ship request #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #marvel #mcu #bruce banner #playchoices #blades #tyril #mywriting

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Peppermint

The dark streets aren't a place for anyone or anything at night, that is... except for the ones who have no place within the light to begin with.

I and the others I am meeting are the exception.

I waltz down the carriage lanes of this old sleepy town in my favorite dark jeans and a black knitted sweater, a forest green cloak draped over me with the hood down, catching wisps of dark figures in the corners of my eyes. These creatures are not quite of this world, nor is the figure, visible only by the translucent outlines of white waltzing along with me tonight. The common folk need not fear these creatures, unless you know they exist they are impartial. Then even if you do, leaving out some seeds and honey as an offering will keep you from harm, give them blueberry tea if you want some good luck.

Tonight I climb the hill just beyond the old yew tree the fae adore and that everyone refuses to cut down least they fear a despicable end. No one besides me and a few others dare to climb it at night, they say strange things happen there, dark figures prowling about almost like regular animals, yet their limbs too long and narly. When climbing you’ll get an ice chill down your spine, a sinking feeling in your gut and the one clear thought you can manage out is something along the lines of: I should not be here.

The way I and the other I am meeting ward this off is by leaving generous offerings before we ascend. I find McDonald's fries generally please them, so arriving at the foot I leave four extra large fries and a pack of chicken nuggets, right beside my coven’s other offerings. I can see no figures awaiting me from where I stand, a bad sign usually but I start up the hill against my better judgment.

Reaching the top, my calves are burning, the trek never gets easier. I lean down to massage my right calf, my dyed red hair falling around me and pale skin a sharp contrast in the full moon’s light. As my hood falls over my eyes I spot two figures lying on the ground, one covered with a light blue cloak, dark tightly braided hair and face peeking out, the other a maroon cloak and a hot pink dress.

I address the girl with the maroon cloak first “You hiked this thing in heels? What are you? Cat woman girl?” I ask rummaging through my bag for my supplies.

Bonita laughs “You wish hun, got your supplies?” she says sitting up elbowing Makena.

I nod, both of them standing and whipping out their supplies from their own bags.

We start to set up the temporary alter as Makena speaks, getting our attention “Bonita, Roxy-” she hesitates on her next words, half way done her particular task to set up “This might be the last time we pray and do a spell together, you know, with all of us off to college in a few weeks,” she says, her voice wavering a bit while fiddling with her long curly hair.

Bonita’s eyebrows shoot up and she makes a face before chuckling “If you’re implying that we’re gonna grow apart sweetie while we’re in college you better evaluate dear Roxy’s OCD level schedule of communication and visits,”

Makena blushes and shrinks but laughs with us at my expense.

We make short work of setting up the rest of the altar and preparing to pray.

Tonight I’m going to pray to Sarasvati for help forming and performing my Valedictorian speech, something I desperately need. I’ve been rewriting it for a week now and still haven’t made any headway. I also need to pray to my main hoe Soma to make Grad amazing and Dhat to bless the spell we’re about to do. I’m not sure what Bonita and Makena pray about, or who to, guess I never really asked. Regardless we each get into our preferred positions and pray to whichever gods and goddesses we choose about whichever we want.

The graduation ceremony took place in pitch black, the sun already set, small shifts of movement coming from the rows of seats and the rafters, family and supporters brought together alive and passed, human and not. The only light coming from the spotlights on the stage as Principle Chiba gave an inspirational and touching speech that moved everyone here. Applause began and continued as I replaced Mr. Chiba at the podium, soon it died down and I spoke a silent prayer I would do well before I began.

“Fellow classmates, graduates of 2018, I will not bore you with a lengthy speech going on about things that don’t matter, we all have better things to do. Instead I will give you some words of advice given to me by someone I miss dearly, who has gone on to University in a very far away place yet I remain close to. That advice is to simply, remember to call. Call to say how beautiful the leaves are on the trees outside your dorm window. Call to ask how they’re doing. Call to just say I miss you. Call to make them open their bedroom window because they’re home for the Holidays and you’re outside freezing, 20 ft up in the air on a tree and regretting every life choice you’ve made up to that point. So call, it keeps you close to those you care about. Thank you.”

I don’t think we called enough.

Sitting here, awkwardly in this cafe we used to come to in high school when conversation just flowed, I wonder what went wrong. I know we didn’t follow the schedule, school and life got in the way, but… that shouldn’t stop us from reconnecting.

“So, any special someone in your guys lives?” I ask, a small forced and nervous smile on display as I grasp my mug.

My sister Sofia shoots me a sarcastic thumbs up. I’m tempted to flip her off.

Bonita nods “Their name’s Avery, they’re pretty nice,” she says looking down into her mug.

“I’m not seeing anyone right now actually,” Makena says, taking a bite of her pastry.

I nod my head, this is not going well “That’s nice,” I take a sip from my mug, racking my brain to come up with something to start a decent conversation.

Makena pretends to get a text and looks at her phone “Sorry guys, it’s been fun but my mom wants me home to make sugar cookies, see you later!” she says practically sprinting from the table.

I know she was pretending because she always has her ringer on, in high school it used to get her into so much trouble.

I remember when it went off in the middle of a lock down drill, school took it away for three days, and like any teenagers would we concocted elaborate schemes to get her phone back. None of them worked of course, including the one where Bonita tried to tell the receptionist she was Makena was mom, but we had fun nonetheless.

“I should actually go too, I got some stuff that I need to attend to,” Bonita says laughing half halfheartedly.

I nod and watch her awkwardly leave. Letting out a defeated sigh I let my head fall into my arms. Why was talking to them after a year so hard?

“You ok?” my sister asks, sitting down across from me.

The phase sent me over the edge, tears started spilling into my cardigan then running down my cheeks as I lifted my head. Unable to speak, I shake my head.

She grabs a tissue from her bag and hands it to me “You know you could always try doing something you guys used to do back in high school together,” she suggests sipping her drink.

I sniffled “I don’t know, I noticed Bonita wearing a cross and Makena started wearing a hijab,” I used the tissue to wipe away the tears “They’ve changed a lot…”

My sister nods “Sorry I’m not more help…”

“It’s ok, they’re allowed to change it’s just I didn’t expect them to so much,” I say, my phone starting to vibrate.

It’s Vincent, one of my new friends from Uni, I answer it “Hey tic tac, whatcha need?”

He laughs “Nothing, just want to know how the old reunion is going,”

“Not well, but I know that’s not why you’re calling, what did you do this time?”

“Can’t a friend bug another friend anymore? And besides it’s not me, it’s your roommate, apparently she accidentally turned your sheets orange when washing them,”

I chuckle, and rub my face “How bad is it?”

“Bad, very bad, looks like leftover prison suit material was used, then bleached in some places,”

I laugh genuinely “I’ll be sure to pick up new ones when I get back then,”

“Good, those sheets have seen better days. What’s up with your friends? Thought you were really excited to see them,”

“Well, I was, but… they’ve changed a lot. They’re not the people I used to know back in high school and I don’t know how to reconnect with them,”

Vincent sighs “You’re not gonna like what I have to say about this but you need to hear it,-” he pauses and I scrunch up my face. What could he possibly have to say that I wouldn’t like? “-Sometimes, through no fault of anyone involved, relationships just… don’t last,”

I blank for a second, shocked he’d even say something like that. “What the hell? What am I-”

“You didn’t let me finish!” he interrupts his voice weakly raising an octave. I huff but let him continue“Sometimes they don’t last because people just change too much, and that’s no one fault, people need to change so they can grow. And sometimes that means you change so much people lose connection because there’s nothing to connect with. That doesn’t make sense, umm, ok, take two people at the start of a relationship. They both love to… drink coffee so every day they go out to drink coffee,”

I chuckle a little raising an eyebrow “Coffee? That’s the best you can come up with?”

He shushes me playfully “Anyways, so a little later in this friendship one decides to give up coffee due to Insert Reason Here and they stop hanging out as often. Since their entire relationship is based on coffee and now that’s been taken away, they don’t have anything in common. They drift apart and remember each other as a good friend they had,”

I nod and ponder what he said “So… people can just drift apart? In that situation aren’t you supposed to try to make new common interests?”

“Yah, but sometimes that just doesn’t happen for whatever reason and that’s where my wisdom comes in!” I can feel his overblown and ridiculously camera smile of annoyance from the other side of the country.

“I’m throwing a pillow at you when I get back,” I say going to hang up, his laughter ringing out.

My sister’s nowhere to be seen, probably went to the washroom. I remain sitting, my drink all gone and the sun dipping down to paint everything a nice shade of orange.

I wonder if Vincent had a point. I had tried to reconnect with my friends, but they just… were too changed from when I knew them… I could keep trying, but how many times would I sit through awkward conversations that lead nowhere before we reconnected or they started making up excuses not to come?

I sigh out loud and play with my empty cup. Why do people and relationships have to be so difficult?

I realize Vincent’s right… Why for the love of the gods does Vincent have to be right this one time?

Sighing again I begrudgingly move up my flight up to this Thursday, two days from now. My parents moved after I graduated high school and my sister was seeing her friends so it wasn’t like it was an inconvenience to anyone.

My sister reappears and sits down “Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt your phone call, had to go to the washroom,”

“That’s ok, I was just about to leave, -” I stand up and hesitate to continue “-I also moved up my flight to this Thursday…”

“You sure? Shouldn’t you try to reconnect a little harder?” she asks, walking with me to the door.

I sigh “Yes, sometimes people just grow apart and despite their best efforts they just don’t recover,” I mentally kick myself for quoting Vincent, the jerk would never let me live it down. I grab a peppermint from the little bowl as we exit and pop it in my mouth.

“Sounds like you’ve made up your mind.” she comments getting in her rental car “Want me to drive you to the airport?”

“Sure, I’d like that,” I say with a sad smile.

Watching her drive off and getting into my car, I feel my heart droop, finally realizing that was the last time I’d probably see my old friends again but, I also feel like a sense of dread has been scrubbed off of me.

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mysterious-adventurer · 5 years

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Nightbound Review

I literally just finished Nightbound (I know I'm late, I was on vacation) so I figured I'd do this little review type deal since this is literally my favorite choices story ever.

First of all my heart is broken, like I said this is my favorite choices book ever, I loved the characters, the plot, the setting, just everthing about it, and to find out we're not getting a book 2 crushed me. Especially when I still have sooo many questions. I like PB just forgot to fully adress for example:

1. What/Who was the mysterious voice that spoke to us in the first chapter? (The Fate maybe?)

2. Who paid Nik to protect us? ( I guess this could also be The Fate, but idk that just doesn't seem right)

3. If you're not romancing Nik, do you and him ever talk it out it out and become friends again or do just literally never talk to each other ever again?

4. If you stay in New Orleans where does Kristin go next in life? Does she stay in touch?

5. Also this isn't really and unadressed question but did anyone else who stayed in New Orleans with someone other than Vera get the vibe that something was going on between Vera and Luc?

6. Finally, what happens to Tialo after he's banished?(I'm honestly really curious about this, also he's now confined to the mortal world now so he could really come after us at any time right? Forgive me if I'm forgetting something pertaining to this)

Anyway moving on, I really can't understand how this book did not do well. It was packed with supernatural lore, action, four absolutely AMAZING love interests (choosing between Nik and Cal was sooo hard for me), and even a few fun lighthearted shenanigans. I can't exactly put my finger on what it is but there is just something about it that makes it soooooooooooooooo much better than any of PB's other books. I know this is an unpopular opinion, but I truly don't like Blood Bound that much, I played the first book and then started the second but I couldn't quite find the motivation to contine after maybe 3 chapters, idk I just don't love the characters or the plot, and I've always felt like the BB MC seems rather helpless. So when I found out that PB was making NB as an extension of the BB universe but with werewolves instead of vampire I got really excited at first bc WEREWOLVES, then remembered I didn't like BB that much so I braced myself for massive dissapointment, but it outlived even my first over-excited hopes for it. There are just so many reasons to love this book for example:

1.The begining~ I love the start of the book for it's mystery and how MC gets pulled into the supernatural world. The chapter starts off with premonitve dream sequence in which MC runs from the blood wraith in the cemetery and dies, then throughout the begining of the chapter she sees Nik several times, both before and after she's met up with Kristin and Vera for her 25th birthday party. From there it's as simple as trying to get into an exclusive club and then BOOM! wraith. I just really like how the opening was set up and how it drew me in.

2. The characters ~ I can honestly say that there was only one charcter in this book thatbI could truly say I didn't like (*cough* Tialo *cough) The villians in this story (minus Tialo) had such well developed back stories that you could even find yourself liking them a little bit too. The love interests in this story are just awesome all four of them are strong, brave, caring, and they wavh have their own personal demons to overcome along the way ( there is so much character growth in this book). Also I appreciate how Kristin was handled, even though she's not in the loop about the supernatural she never comes across as dumb or helpless, she shows charcter strength by bouncing back from her injuries and even getting out to go to Mardi Gras with MC and party. Not to mention how much I love Lord Elric, Lady Thalissa, and the fae realm but more on that later. This book also has an amazing cast of background characters (Ivy, Krom, Garrus, and Luc) that while they might not always be there they help as much as they can and they're amazingly fun characters.

The plot~ what I love about the plot of this book is that there are lots of twists and turns, however the story isn't hard to follow and the plot twists aren't massively predictable. With a lot of Choices books you see people making predictions 2 and 3 (sometimes even more) chapters ahead and then it turns out their right. With a few exceptions, most of the predictions I saw for this book weren't right, and the plot twists were genuinely unexpected.

The Fae Realm ~ I love the fae realm so much, and I love how it actually ties MC to the supernatural world by blood. Lord Elric is definitely the best father in the Choices universe, and Lady Thalissa is so sweet and I love her for accepting MC so quickly as her own daughter. Not to mention the Perrikin (default name was Cassie, I called mine Arwen if anyone was wondering) was adorable, helpful, and I feel like she was really comforting to MC when things got rough.

I know I didn't touch on everything in thise categories but if I did I'd probably have a small novel here lol. Now I will admit there are a few draw backs to this book, for example:

1. 30 diamond scenes ~ One of the major complaints I heard was that people were paying for 30 diamond scenes with the love interests for basically nothing to happen

2. Simplification of Lore~ this wasn't a problem with all of the Lore but I did notice that all of the fae seemed to be elves, which I didn't mind because I love elves, but fae is a category in supernatural lore for all kinds of creatures, which I know PB can't go into all of the lore details, but I'm sure it happend in other places too and as a lover of Supernatural lore I was a little disappointed.

All in all, despite its few flaws, Nightbound was definitely one of the best choices books ever. This book had so much potential, and it really is a shame to see it go to waste, but I guess we can always hope that PB might revive it someday.

#nightbound #pixelberry #choices #nik ryder #cal lowell #vera reimonenq

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theselfhelphipster · 5 years

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I still read every night before bed and when I love a story, I burn my way through it in a matter of days. Hours if I really put my mind to it.

It is scientifically proven that reading is one of the most relaxing things you can do (more than other things even) - it slows down your breathing and your heart rate, which is why it's perfect to incorporate in a bedtime ritual.

Here's the list of my favourite books of the past year or so.

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Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J Maas

This series is not as steamy as the Court-series I wrote about in the previous blog post. However, technically speaking this is definitely a better saga, if you will.

Sarah J Maas has created this epic tale around Selena Galynthius in an epic world full of old-time fantasy characters like elves and fae and witches and wyverns. It's very cool.

The series wrapped up with a stunner of a finale last fall and it was some of the best fantasy I've read in a while. Book 1 is kind of weirdly written if you compare it to the rest, but in book two she really gets the show on the road.

If you like epic fantasy? This is IT.

I'm thinking about buying this box myself (I've read them on Kindle but these are so epic I want them on print) but if you want to start, start with Throne of Glass AND Crown of Midnight.

The Meredith Gentry Series - Laurel K Hamilton

I'm including this one more for lolz than for anything else.

I LOVED these when I was a teen, such smutty books in a fantasy world. Turns out it was either hormones kicking in or I just had terrible taste back then. (Probably both.)

These are TERRIBLE!

They make zero sense, the story is incredibly convoluted and I don't even think the sex scenes are that well-written or hot anymore. They're no Court of Mist and Fury, if ya know what I mean.

I reread them for old time sake, and if you're into Harlequin-esque elf books with a lot of descriptives and dialogues, in a story that only BARELY goes somewhere, go off I guess. If not, steer clear.

Bol.com is like 'fuck you we're not selling this drivel' but Amazon Kindle always comes through for us perverts.

Good Omens - Thierry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

When I saw that wickedly cool trailer for Good OmensI immediately started reading Good Omens. I had had it on my Kindle forever, and it really is a classic.

It's fun, funny, great story and great writing. I'm going to do that online storytelling class by Neil Gaiman and read a lot more by them both the upcoming year.

I've read Neil Gaiman's American Gods, The Ocean By The End of the Lake and Graveyard Boy, but nothing by Thierry Pratchett yet.

I'm excited.

Where to buy? A paperback at Bol.com is just 8,99 right now.

(Also, WATCH THE AMAZON PRIME SERIES, it is SO FUN!)

Caraval & Legendary - Stephanie Gaber

A magical story about two sisters (there's quite a few books I read the past year with sisters) get invited to a once-a-year, exclusive magical live performance where the audience participates. The protagonist has been obsessed with this Caraval as long as she lives. To escape a betrothal of her sister, they go and during the Caraval a lot happens that changes everything.

Apparently there is a third book called Finale, which makes me think I maybe haven't finished Legendary and I need to, because I thought there would just be two.

You can buy the paperback here, and if you want to read it in Dutch you can too: My favorite online writer to follow on Instagram, Chinouk Thijssen translated the book!

Circe - Madeline miller

I've read both this one, Song of Achilles and Galatea. The only one I wouldn't really recommend was Galatea, I just didn't really think that one is interesting. The other two are, though.

I love Greek mythology and when people retell a classic in an interesting new way, and Madeline Miller has done so with this book. I really liked Circe.

The paperback is only 9,70!

Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

One f the most beautiful and tragic lovestories I've ever read. I recommend it to everyone, especially anyone who likes Greek mythology. It's about Patrocles and Achilles, and their lovestory.

I cried like a baby during the last bit.

If you want to purchase this stunning story in paperback, click here.

A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara

SPEAKING OF CRYING.

If you'd like to be emotionally destroyed and sob incontrollably through the entire last half of this book, go read 'A Little Life'

At first I resisted, and during the first chapters of this book I was mostly confused about who was who, but once you've got it, it is one of those stories that touches you, breaks you and then changes you.

English paperback here, Dutch paperback here.

Fireblood Trilogy - Elly Blake

I read this only a few weeks ago and I burned through these books, if you will. Finished all three in less than a week.

These are SO GOOD. The world is divided into three types of people: Regular, Firebloods and Frostbloods, the last two types having magic abilities that they train and can use, and with the Firebloods and Frostbloods being enemies of sorts.

A Fireblood girl is taken by Frostbloods to help them take down their evil king, but it turns out everything is a lot more complicated than it seems.

Lots of plot twists you can't easily see coming, a lot of friendships, a little romance, and a really good story. It's absolutely lovely.

Paperback here, Amazon Kindle below.

The Bear and the Nightingale Series - Katherine Arden

The prettiest trilogy I've read all year.

Set in Russia, a fairytale of sorts, and the protagonist is a strong girl who believes in freedom, her own decisions and heart, and who falls in love.

Three books to enjoy and swoon over. Try the first one hereor get the ebook below.

Small Spaces - Katherine Arden

By the same author as the previous trilogy, perhaps a children's book, but a good scary story that is easy to read.

A girl who has lost her mom goes on a field trip and turns out, farms and scarecrows are still as scary as they were during Children of the Corn.

I highly recommend; easy and fun scary story, fun to read with a child I think.

You can get it here, or here:

The Mermaid's Sister - Carrie Anne Noble

This is such a beautiful story.

You meet Clara, Maren and O'Neill. Claire was brought to her aunt by a stork, Maren came out of a shell, and O'Neill was found by the woman's husband under an apple tree. As Maren slowly turns into a mermaid, Clara and O'Neill try desperately to save Maren and return her to the ocean.

It's kinda like Frozen with the sisterly love, but has more to it.

Easy to read, with lovely and beautiful sentences, and I cried at the end.

Where to buy? For 12 euros you can buy the paperback here, or the Kindle version for 3.99$ below!

Numina Series - Charlie N Holmberg

This is such a good series, I can't wait for the third book - it's coming out in September.

In this world, magic is a scary underground thing where you need slaves to get possessed by numen, fiery beings from a different plane of existence.

A girl escapes her master who as it turns out, wants to bring the worst numen from that plane to destroy the world. With the help from a charming thief, she tries to save the fellow slaves and prevent world destruction.

Get the first one hereor below:

Magi Bitter, Magic Sweet - Charlie N Holmberg

By the same author, really interesting and pretty fairytale, kind of.

It's about a magical baker, and you should just read it. Buy it here, or below. It's cheaper on Kindle and it's such a breezy book, it's fine as an ebook.

My Absolute Darling - Gabriel Tallent

Horrible but gripping story about a girl called Turtle who grows up with her survivalist nut job of a dad in the woods, and then meets a few boys and a little girl that change the course of her life.

It's hard to read sometimes because the writer has made Turtle into what into my eyes is an eerily accurate portrait of the abused and traumatised. You're rooting for her but you don't always understand her, and you don't always understand her but you're always rooting for her, you know?

You can buy the paperback here for 12 euros or do as I do and buy the Kindle version via the link below!

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein - Kiersten White

I'm a sucker for reinventions of the classics, especially if suddenly we see everything from a woman's perspective. This story is about Elizabeth Frankenstein, the girl who grew up with the boy who will become Doctor Frankenstein and who loves him, and goes looking for him when he disappears from the place he was studying.

It's a very interesting and scary story, and it shows exactly how sometimes the things we do for love, are the very things that make the person we love into a monster.

I'm going to read a lot more by Kiersten White upcoming year, that's for sure.

You can buy the paperback herefor 12 euros, or click below for the Kindle version, for only 8.32$. Fun fact: The copy of the actual story about Frankenstein's monster by Mary Shelby is the second half of the book!

Strange the Dreamer & Muse of Nightmares - Laini Taylor

By the author of some of my favorite books EVER (Daughter of Smoke and Bone series), such a well-written and ethereal story. Full of legends, poetry and love.

It is well-written, heartbreaking and especially during Muse of Nightmares it is so great to see how everything pans out.

Buy the paperback herefor 12 euros , or below:

Grim Lovelies - Meghan Shepherd

I literally finished these last weekend, and really fun! Good story, set in France, in which 'Beasties' are animals turned people and used to help magical people like witches.

Can't wait for the sequel that is coming out in a couple of days!

Get the paperback here, or below.

A Blade So Black - L. L. Mckinny

This is such an interesting take on Alice in Wonderland, scarier and darker, but also more fun. The series is called the Nightmare Verse, I haven't gotten around to reading the second instalment: A Dream So Dark.

Incredible about this book is that the protagonist is a black girl and the book also touches upon the horrible terror that you can get attacked or killed just because of the color of your skin.

You can buy the paperback for 11,99, or on Kindle below.

The Luminous Dead - Caitlin Starling

This might be one of the most terrifying books I have ever read. It combines a few of my greatest fears (caving, being underground and diving) into a goosebump-filled adventure as you follow Gyre, an inexperienced caver who lied on her resume in order to get this job, go deeper and deeper into the cave -- as well as into the complicated backstory of her handler, Em.

Guys. It is so scary. And so good. Go read it. It's 14 euros here, or available on Amazon.

The Girl From Everwhere - Heidi Heilig

Timetravel always gives me a headache, but this piratey-spin on int is really fun.

You can buy the paperback for 9,99 on Bol.com and I was pleased to find out there is a second book now: The Ship Beyond Time. Definitely reading this as soon as I finish Frost!

Phew, a whale of a post

As always, I'd love it if you reciprocate with your own (non)-fiction recommendations: Let me know in the comments below what books you loved the past year.

Have a lovely Sunday!

#booklr #books #book #book rec #young adult books #reading community #favorite books

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shewhowantsmouseears · 5 years

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weblena fairy-tale Au drabble

so I wanted to give this a shot, and I attempted to make it a short fluffy thing but my brain said NO, LONG, ANGST, brain i just want cute dokidokis NO I WANT DRAMA goddammit brain can we try to do both NO PROMISES

anyway here you are

Sometimes it was amusing to just watch Webby work her magic – or attempt her magic. At times, it felt a little mean, but Lena would never call herself a nice person. So she stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrow raised as she saw Webby making all sorts of ridiculous poses with her wand before dramatically pointing it at one of Lena's old clothes. The wand would make a few sputtering noises, like a fish gasping for air, before letting out a few pink sparks, and that was all. Webby would grunt in frustration, and then the process would start all over again.

Lena glanced at what Webby was trying to enchant. Given Lena's horrid living conditions under her aunt, her clothes were limited. If it fit, it stayed, no matter how ugly, ragged or dirty it got. The dress laying on a wooden chair had reached the point of no return, and nowadays was being used as a rag to clean the windows. There was no love lost there, so her attentions easily turned back to the young fairy who waved her arms like a flapping hummingbird. Webby's determination could be incredibly annoying or rather endearing, depending on her goal at the moment. Lena could tell that Webby would be at this all day, so she mercifully cleared her throat as Webby tried to stand on her head.

With a surprised “oof!”, Webby rolled over onto her back, glancing up at who interrupted her concentration. “Oh. Hi Lena! You're home early.”

“The old hag said I was getting in her way.” Lena shrugged one shoulder dismissively. “So, you plan on telling me what you're doing, or do I get to play the guessing game? Reminder, I'm not fond of that game.”

“It was going to be a surprise... if I got it right.” Webby finally sat up, before getting on her feet and brushing herself down. “As you know, I managed to convince Lord Scrooge McDuck to throw a birthday ball for the boys!”

“'Convince' is an interesting choice of words,” Lena mused, recalling how Webby had spent five straight days attaching herself to Scrooge's leg with “please please please” uttered after every breath. That was the most she knew about what happened, anyway – she chose to spend limited time in the nearby kingdom, as her reputation wasn't exactly stellar. She had no idea how Webby had, completely accidentally, charmed Scrooge over with an adventure involving mythical creatures and a kazoo. Then again, if she had been told, she wouldn't have been terribly surprised. Webby had an odd way of worming into people's hearts. Lena was convinced Webby could get anyone to adore her – anyone save Magica, but then, Magica was only capable of loving herself.

“Everybody's going to come,” Webby continued, “and that includes you. This will be your big moment, your grand introduction into high society! I've got it all figured it out. We wait until the majority of the kingdom has arrived, the party's in full swing, the music's about to start.” By this point Webby had begun to pantomime the ball's events, which led her to miss Lena's eyerolling. Lena had no interest in princes, balls, dances, or any of that hoity-toity garbage. What a waste of time and money. “Just then, you arrive, and in the world's most beautiful dress! Everybody stares in awe at this mysterious, alluring goddess! Who could she be?”

“A-huh.” Lena felt heat rising in her cheeks. She had no idea why Webby tended to use such... unusual vocabulary when it came to describing Lena, but it wasn't always unwelcome. “Let me guess. One of the princes sees me, falls for me, we dance some romantic waltz, night ends, I leave, he pines, blah blah blah, happily ever after.”

Webby paused, glancing over at her pet project. “I'm getting the feeling you're not exactly excited about this.”

“What was your first clue?”

“Aw, c'mon, balls are fun! … So I've heard.”

“Pass.” Lena walked into the room, figuring she might as well get a head-start on her chores as long as she was here. Maybe she could rearrange the spell-books and try to find one Magica wouldn't miss.

“But think of all the friends you could make!” Webby tagged along after her.

“Pass.”

“It'll be a night away from Magica!”

“Pass.”

“... There's free food?”

Lena hesitated, her hand on one green tome wedged between two red ones. She glanced at Webby, she of hopeful desires and sparkles in her eyes. “... If they have those little hot dogs, I might go.”

“YAY YOU'RE GOING!” Webby cheered out loud, bouncing around the room for a moment before retreating back to the chair and dress. “You're going to have the night of your life! Everyone's going to love you! They won't be able to take your eyes off you!” She then pointed the wand at the dress and... nothing. Her entire body deflated. “... Soon as I can master this spell.”

“What is this spell, anyway?” Lena resumed pushing the books back and forth. “I've seen you change your look a dozen times, why's this one so hard for you?”

“Different materials, I think.” Webby tugged down on her skirt. “Fae don't typically give a hoot about what they wear, beyond their favorite colors. We're supposed to have a 'we look good in anything' attitude. Besides, this is totally different. It's you! You deserve to have a really lovely dress! One that wows everyone!”

“You're thinking about this too hard.” Lena pulled out an especially thin tome to lightly tap Webby on the head. “Look, putting a nice dress on a donkey doesn't change the fact that it's still a donkey.”

Webby looked aghast, a hand to her chest. “You are not a donkey!”

“Pack-mule?” Lena smirked, mostly kidding, but Webby still wore a look of abject horror. Lena flipped the book back into its proper place on the shelf. Nearby, a vanity mirror hung in place, and Lena avoided her reflection. “Fact is, I'm not charming anyone. So just relax, and put me in... whatever. Never really cared about what I wore.” Granted, this was mostly because she had no say in the matter. Magica would never spend good coin on fancying up what was essentially her slave. “Here, how about this?” She placed the chair aside, and gestured to herself. “Maybe you'll have better luck on something I'm actually wearing.”

Webby bit down, unsure. The idea did have merit, and there was one famous Fairy Godmother who had done exactly that. On the other hand, that same Godmother was widely ridiculed for giving her charge glass slippers, of all things. “I... guess I could try? If it's okay with you.”

“I'm standing right here. It's okay with me.”

Webby looked down at her hand, rolling it in her fingers. Well, nothing was going to get done if she wasn't confident about it. This was for Lena, who deserved the best things in life, and thus, the best attempts. Perhaps she was looking at the spell all wrong. Now that she Lena in front of her, she could try to visualize something beyond a vague pretty dress. She inhaled deeply, and took a step back, willing up the magic in her veins, closing her eyes, focusing on one singular thought.

I want everyone to see you... the way I see you.

There was no silly arm movements this time – just one simple wave of her wand, which let out a colorful stream of rich blues like ocean water, and it suddenly swirled around Lena, who made a startled noise in her throat – to be fair, she hadn't thought this would work. She merely wanted Webby to give up and move on to her next insane plan, so her feelings wouldn't be hurt too much. So much for that plan.

Lena shut her eyes as well, not wanting to admit she was a little scared. Webby would never intentionally harm her, but Lena had seen the worst that magic could do, under Magica's hand. But there was no pain here, because this wasn't a punishment. She felt a cooling breeze, a soft embrace, serenity throughout her skin and feathers. Her clothes were changing, she could feel it, but it wasn't just that. She felt changes on her fingers through her hair and on her face, and she had to swallow an urge to scream. But it was as over as quickly as it had started, and she allowed herself to sigh in relief. She was still whole, in one piece.

Webby was the first one to open her eyes, and when she did, she never wanted to close them again. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she found herself making an undignified “Uh.”

Lena couldn't help but burst into laughter, opening her eyes next. “That bad, huh? I told you, Webby...” But she trailed off, now able to see Webby's reaction. It wasn't embarrassment, humiliation, or even disgust. Her eyes were wide, her jaw hanging open, and her cheeks were flushed so red that for half a second Lena wondered if she injured herself somehow. Webby was struggling, and failing, to make a coherent sentence. Her pupils danced around, trying to accurately record everything about Lena. “I. It. You.” It was adorable, but also worrying.

“What?” Lena asked, and got no answer. She huffed, and reluctantly went to the mirror, as clearly that was the only thing that was going to help her right now. “What's the big deal?”

Wait... who was this stranger that entered the house? After several long seconds, Lena understood that the stranger was her.

The torn patches of brown cloth were gone. Here was a ballroom dress of night-sky blue, with stars and constellations around every curve. As she raised her hand to touch her cheek, she could see that a strip of cloth from each sleeve extended to her middle fingers, a golden ring around the first knuckle. Her lips were gently coated in the colors of the cosmos, her hair having grown long enough to spiral down her shoulder, with different shades of galaxies and stardust. As she felt her skin, she knew this was real, and every small moment revealed another universe of night, all encompassing and all welcoming.

“Is this... me?” It was a stupid question, but Lena wasn't feeling particularly brilliant at the moment. How was this possible? All her life she'd been told, and thus was convinced, she was an ugly little girl, a worthless cretin, a waste of space and skin. The world was full of lovely creatures and she simply wasn't one of them. Yet here she stood, and she could not deny that she looked beautiful, even as it felt weird to even think it.

It's just magic, the cynical side of her tried to speak up. It's not the real you. And it was tempting to believe this. But she spotted Webby in the mirror too – still sporting that stunned stupid expression – and knew that Webby wouldn't have tried to change Lena into something else entirely. She merely... brought out what was possible in people. A nice dress, a bit of make-up, but in the end it was still her. It was still her face, and her body, and it always had the potential to be anything Lena wished it could. She felt her eyes grew wet, and immediately tried to put a stop to it by rubbing her face. “I, um... that's not half bad.” She choked, a messed-up laugh following. “Th-thanks, Webby, I... It looks good. I mean it.”

Webby needed a minute to realize she was being spoken to, and it finally brought her back to reality. “Oh! Oh, yeah, I, um. Hm! Yes. Good. Very good.” It felt like her mouth was falling down the stairs. She glanced down at her wand, in disbelief that she had done it. But, hey! Maybe she was closer to Fairy Godmother status than she thought! The moment Lena stepped into the ballroom, everyone would be on their knees for a proposal. She could see the entire scene now – Lena walking down the long entrance stairs, her hand on the wooden railing, the other lightly picking up her dress to keep from tripping. Heads would turn, and the music would falter before picking up again, but softer and lighter this time. The warm candles would illuminate her eyes, her heels clicking quietly on the floor, and then she would find the one she was meant to be with, and their eyes would lock, and then she... she would take their hand, and... and, uh... they would... do the dancing... thing... and... gosh it was getting hard to think.

Lena was hesitant to move, not wanting to rip the dress, but she didn't want to stay in one place either. Placing her faith in her balance, she walked up to Webby, and gently took her hands. “You're pretty amazing, you know?”

Webby was, again, at a loss for words, which was nuts because she was proud of her extended vocabulary. Her palms felt sweaty, and she wanted to let go of Lena but she also didn't want to let go of Lena. Maybe it was the heels Lena was wearing but Webby was suddenly very aware of the height difference between them – and the fact that her heart was beating so fast she would've thought the next ten kingdoms over could hear it. “I try,” she squeaked, giggling nervously before making another attempt. “But, but yeah! No one will be able to tear themselves away from you at the ball! If the boys don't fall head over heels in love with you after they see you in this, they've got no taste.”

“I suppose so.” Lena couldn't care less what the boys thought, or what anyone else thought for that matter. “If this dress is a combination of you and me together, then I'd say our taste is fantastic.” She held Webby's hands up to her chest and hear Webby make a sound similar to a frog croaking. It felt mean to tease her like this – but, again, Lena didn't consider herself to be nice. “But even with these fancy duds on... I still have no idea what goes on at those parties. How to act, or how to dance... it would be helpful if my fairy godmother came along for the ride.”

“... Really?” Was Webby allowed to tend to such events? She racked her head, trying to think of a time when that was considered inappropriate, but didn't find any answers. “... Okay! Sure! I'll be right beside you! I've never been to one, but I'll do all the research! I'm sure they've got some kind of dancing tutor up in that castle, how hard can it be? I'll be your wingman! Winggirl!”

“You could go as my friend.” Lena suggested.

Webby gasped. “I could go as your friend!” She repeated. What a novel concept! “Oooh, this is going to be great! I'll introduce you to everyone! 'Hey, everyone, this is Lena! She's my best friend'! And then they'll want to know all about you, so I get to tell them, and then they'll want to know about me, and I'll tell them...” Webby continued babbling about all the entertaining possibilities, and Lena allowed her to ramble.

It was always all about Lena, wasn't it? What did Webby get out of this? Sure, she wanted to rise up the ranks and go from being a mere fairy to a Fairy Godmother, but still, this didn't feel like a job. Webby actually cared about Lena's happiness, which was still puzzling to Lena herself. What had she done to deserve it? It didn't seem fair – especially when Lena still didn't want to follow the destiny Webby was so sure was set out for her. She didn't want to marry a guy she barely knew and live like a pompous jerk. This was all just a step in a road to disappointment, and guilt weighed heavily on Lena's heart.

Without warning, Lena pulled Webby into her arms, holding her tight, and Webby shut up instantly. Webby was now sure that Lena must feel Webby's rapidly beating heart and wasn't mentioning it to be polite. She swallowed, and tried to turn her head. “Lena?”

The right thing to do would be to let Webby go and tell her to get out, and never return. The right thing to do would be to tell Webby that no matter what she tried, Lena would make her own footsteps. The right thing to do would be to stop stringing Webby along so she could give someone else the care she was so eager to give. But Lena was not good. She was not nice. She was... she was a wretched, awful person. She was the niece of the wicked Magica De Spell. There was no changing that, no matter how pretty she could become on the outside.

Webby pulled back enough to see Lena's face, and didn't understand the agony forming in Lena's eyes. “What's wrong? What can I do?”

Lena was afraid if she spoke, everything would spill out. She lightly touched Webby's cheek, mentally begging for forgiveness that she knew she didn't deserve.

Webby didn't blink. Ye gods and goddesses, if Prince Charming didn't want to kiss Lena once he got this close, he would have to be out of his mind. Curious how her mind went that way. And – maybe – if Lena didn't know how to – not that Webby did either – would it be so wrong if – you know – maybe- just maybe – they could practice before – these things were important – practice -

POOF!

A blue fluff of smoke billowed around Lena, and in the space of a second, she was back to rags and dirt. Both girls looked down at the sudden transformation, looked at each other, and then, in a great wave of relief, began laughing hysterically. Lena lost the strength in her legs and wound up on the floor with Webby still in her arms, and they laughed and kicked around until they could no longer breathe. As they struggled to catch their breath, they wound up on their backs, fighting tears, slapping the floor.

“Was that even five minutes?!” Lena managed to break a sentence free before going back into gleeful giggles.

“Oh, shut up!” Webby replied, rolling back and forth, trying to cover her mouth with her hands. “I'm getting better! I just need more practice!”

“That dress wouldn't have even lasted through one song!”

“It would have lasted for a couple of bars!”

“Oh, really? Do, rei, mi, POOF!” And they wound up laughing all over again, grateful to not be thinking about what they were formerly thinking about.

This went on for some time, managing to get their act together only to collapse into more fits soon after. Eventually Lena resumed her chores, with Webby's help, and as always Webby made sure to leave long before Magica returned home so no suspicion could be met. The ball wouldn't be for several weeks, so there was plenty of time for Webby to perfect the spell.

But those weeks would seem awfully long, especially when there were nights neither of them could sleep, wracked with thoughts of things that were supposed to be, and things that they wished could be.

The next time Lena saw starlight, she wept, for reasons known only to herself.

#fanfic #ducktales 2017 #weblena #webby vanderquack #lena de spell #I JUST WANTED WEBBY BEING A OBLIVIOUS CRUSH #WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF

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thegempage · 5 years

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@ewasewhead u replied to my cleric/warlock thing and honestly i think more people should consider this possibility so i’m just gonna dump it all in one post

so here’s every discord msg i could find where i was shouting about it:

(warning, this is long and also fair warning that i wrote it while tired)

the og msg: rly dumb idea: multiclass cleric/warlock, serves a rly Good™ god but had to take a second job with an archfey and goes adventuring to dodge both of their "why is my request taking so long?" questions

in a different chat:

me: did i ever tell y'all about my rly dumb d&d character idea

friend: do tell

me: warlock/cleric multiclass

(a few hours later)

me: i never expanded on this bcus i got distracted but idk i guess the image of a cleric taking godly phone calls and acting all nice and then hanging up, so to speak, to talk to their fae boss about the terms of this week's contract and all the while pretending like their entire party assuming they'd managed to get a job with both a demon and a god (they work for a fae, they insist, but nobody believes them) doesn't kind of hurt their feelings bcus "i just have two jobs, guys, geez" and also dodging phone calls from both of their employers throughout the adventure

at least in my head i think it'd be a fun dynamic to play with, especially -- bcus i've slowly been piecing together how multiclassing works -- if you mingle the balancing act into both the roleplay and the mechanics

like making sure you level equally, use their abilities equally, find new adventure hooks bcus they did a job for their god last time and now their patron needs a favor and a comb and you could even play with the relationships between the cleric/warlock and their various overseers -- a god who's more of a parent and a patron who's more of an intimate relationship that they're keeping secret w/ business, or vice versa (and good luck, buddy), or a cleric whose god was impatient or cruel and while they can't give up their divine devotion, given at birth and prophesized for so long, they can turn to other sources of power to support what little their god gives them

and that's all assuming you take cleric first, bcus which class you take at first level actually changes how multiclassing works!!

if you put warlock first, it could be accidental -- they meant to serve their patron, they really did, but the rest of their group is holy people and they just kind of stumbled into the worship of this god; they make deals with everyone and anyone, their life has been built around connections and if those connections can go high and low and outside of time then why not take the chance? maybe they always wanted to be a cleric but cthulu crept in and gave them power without even realizing, and they can't stop the power from growing and strengthening but they can temper it with their love to the god they've followed since childhood, hoping to champion one day. maybe they're fae-touched, and they assumed they were a sorcerer, but decided to take up a holy cause instead, until one day their birth-given patron invokes the deal made over their infancy and offers them powers and mostly morally right tasks in exchange for true cooperation and then there's anything to do with the raven queen, since i believe she can be patron to both clerics and warlocks -- they were working in her temple, maybe, but they learned that being a warlock anti-hero is somehow more acceptable than being a cleric whose domain lies in death (i think death as a cleric domain isn't even in the player's handbook? i'd have to check)

and then the cleric's domain and the warlock's patron the powers you get and the implications regarding your backstory and why you were given/sought out this form of power are so important the cleric and the warlock have some of the more demanding backstories if you rly wanna dig deep; most rangers are probably going to want roughly the same thing, but a cleric of life and a cleric of luck wanted something different, a warlock who works under a demon and a warlock who works under an ancient one wanted very different things it's. it's so fun.

#little rock.txt

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haengbokjae-blog · 5 years

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fae/fairy jae au

genre: fluff!!!

word count: 2501

A/N: fae is really the same thing as a fairy, its just the common male term for fairy!!!

lets pretend this Doesnt Suck ok? ok ty (and if im completely honest,, the part of the fairytale is a True Story from my childhood,, my dad always told me ab it so i thought it was kinda sweet ok anywayshifg)

this is heavily inspired by @/chenle ‘s demon!jae au, you really should check it. its so beyond precious!!

(this gif is literally so perfect for this .. just wait uwu)

so yknow youre just a Soft Soul

you like to take time away from all the stress of your busy life

after coming home from your classes and taking care of homework or tidying up or making dinner

bc yknow a gal’s gotta eat

sometimes u just like to go outside in your garden

(its french style,, really lovely tbh)

and relax.. Listen to music, play music

bask in the summer sun and feel the breeze in your hair

just girly things yk

imsosorry

anywa y s .. ,,,. .

you would also bring your violin out every once and a while if the neighbors weren’t home, or even if they were, the complaints were sparing because

Lets face it

youve been playing since you were seven years old.. You’ve just turned twenty now..

you’re good

uhh yeah. Hehe xd ok so

since you were a child, your dad always liked to indulge you in these beautiful fantasies, letting your pure mind take you away to something better than reality

you felt like magic was real for so long..

he told you, that everytime you laugh and smile, a fairy was born.

they were all around you, and if you listen closely, you would hear them giggle along with you :’)

of course now, you don’t believe it,, wh- pssh thats nonsense

tbh your heart just wished these things were real, that the make believe could become reality just for a day

things would be so simple, so beautiful, you could be a princess like your dad always said you were, and you could live a pretty life with the birds and fairies and and and

after a particularly stressful day, you returned from class to the house you owned by yourself near campus (for convenience yk) and just decided it was a day that you needed to take time for yourself

so , like a sensible human being, you put on the prettiest white sundress you had, you let your hair that was once tied up fall gently against your back, you poured yourself a glass of champagne (with basically more fruit juice than champagne bc bitter alcohol isnt cute)

and brought out your violin along with a little bowl of fruit and sighed before letting it all go once your bow hit the strings

you decided to play one of your favorite pieces, Introduction and Rondo capriccioso in A Minor, Op. 28

you only got a minute in before your neck started to hurt, you dropped your right arm and put your violin in your lap before sighing, giggling a bit, and taking a quick sip of your little champagne concoction

because damn it just felt nice to let go and play after not having been able to in such a long time

but before you could rest your violin under your chin again, you heard

a Boy

and …. is that a giggle?

s-shit thats precious..

WAIT

you look around, knowing you dont have anyone living near you thats near your age

its literally all old folk okay-

and right near the peonies, is this little mist

b-but your sprinklers arent on..

the mist starts to rise and suddenly, theres glitter in the mist

i-its pink… uwu ?

and once the mist clears, out steps a boy

a really cute boy

a very tall boy

“why’d you stop? it sounds so beautiful…”

your brain : w-wUAaAAAAaAA

you:

he’s… a fairy????

the tall boy blinks once before revealing the brightest, most beautiful smile

he walks over and sits himself down next to you in the plush grass, a pair of iridescent wings slowly moving and fluttering like a butterfly’s, and pops a blueberry from your bowl of fruit into his mouth

you’re literally sitting there…. Dumbfounded

did a fairy literally just pop up because you were laughing

dAD WAS RIGHT

“a-are you a… f-fairy?”

his smile (and his little wings) legitimately dropped so fast

“i’m not a fairy im a fae.”

“there IS a difference okAY??”

“so.. y/n, right?”

“hOW DO YOU-”

“i come around sometimes”

“i read your schoolwork, your diary”

oh … oka- hEY WHA

after getting a better look at him u just kinda realize

wait why is he … beautiful

literally his skin is shimmering and his ears do the pointy thingy

“so.. why dont you play some more, sweets? you’re really good! after all, i came all this way to hear it..”

is he? …. flirti- no. no he’s not.. chill out y/n just bc he’s cute doesnt mean he thinks you are too

here you are . sitting, confused, theres a FAIRY fae in front of you

but … here goes nothing i guess?

you start to play again, and immediately he sighs dreamily and you can feel him staring at you with those sparkly eyes

all of a sudden, he reaches out and puts something in your hair, so your bow screeches on the string and you reach to touch whatever it is because the cheeky fae might have-

“nO stop!! its just a rose”

you look around

owo

“wai- i dont have roses planted in my garden right now...”

“well thats okay” he muses, then blows a few rose petals from his palm in your face

“i can plant some in your garden right now if you’d like! it needs a little freshening up…”

muttering while looking around “oh.. more freshening up than i anticipated” thinking u couldnt hear

u… u could

“hHEY ITS THE BEST I CAN DO IM A STRUGLGIN COLLEGE STUDTENT”

he just sticks out his pink tongue at you, and you notice how plump his lips are

they seriously look like rose petals.. this fairy fae

fairies and fae alike are described to be mischievous

what more can he get up to??

dont worry. a lot.

“well mr. fae, what will you do to my garden? my mother and grandmother helped me out with it, i dont want to go overboard and ruin it, they worked hard an-”

“if you please, my name is jae. and don’t worry. i know what i’m doing! you humans are too careful. have some fun!”

and as soon as he would even scan his eyes over the vines creeping up the side of your house, or the bushes of blackberries or the small rows of flowers, they all flourished, growing in ample numbers, adding sprouts of fruits and vegetables and spreading throughout the span of grass of your backyard.

your jaw was literally

...hanging open

“oh my… i-” you breathed. “j-jae..”

“you’re welcome!” he laughed, beaming down at you

the sun was literally shining brighter because he was there

the rest of the afternoon he stayed and watched you play violin, asking about different songs, who wrote them, when they were written, what you think the mood is

and slowly the sun faded and the sky grew pink

and everything was bathed in a warm light, jae’s eyes were still shining and luminous

“its been such a nice time, but i really should be going, i have pets to feed and a hut to clean”

ngl you were disappointed. you knew you’d miss him even if you only just met

but like… being needy? whos she?

“you’ll see me again, dont worry!” he smirked

“h-how did you-”

“i didn’t, but good to know you enjoy me so much!” he shook his head a little, laughing

he grabbed your flute of champagne and sipped until there was only a small bit left

he literally dared to turn the tall glace around so that the place where his lips had been

were now touching your lips

your face literally got as red as the tomatoes jae planted in the corner

you grabbed the flute of champagne, turned it, and sipped

(angrily??) can u sip angrily? (doesnt matter, u did it)

jae laughed once more and just sighed “you really are something, y/n”

“i-iTS A GOOD THING DONT WORYR”

for once today, he was the one flustered and scrambling to save himself.. funny…..

“w-well look. i have a way you can call for me.”

and out of the palm of his and, he revealed a little bell.

you held out your hand, and when he placed it in your palm, you realized just how much bigger he was than you

like damn for a fae you’re a Long Boi

you tried to ring it, but it was silent

????

“it’s too high for humans to hear, so you can be discreet with it”

“well how do i know that it’s working?”

he grinned and grabbed your shoulders, then moved your hair away from your right ear, then your left, kissing each.

your face is darker than the tomatoes he grew for you now ok a y

“w-whAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

“ring the bell now”

you shook it lightly, and you could hear the tiniest little tinkling noise

“so you can hear this anywhere?”

“that’s right!”

“you had to kiss me for that?”

“well no, you could it hear as soon as i touched your ears. i only kissed them to get a reaction out of you”

“can the bell send you away too, or?” you gave him A Look

“alright, alright, i’ll be on my way then” he raised his hands in defeat.

you laughed though, he was really something..

“just ring when you need me, y/n” he called, and with a wink, the mist reappeared, replacing the lanky body with wings

you sighed and grabbed your violin, the bowl and the empty flute, and walked inside

that night, you lay in bed, studying the little bell. it was golden with a delicate J engraved into it

your eyes were drooping while you looked over the bell, and slowly you drifted off to sleep

during the night, the bell had fallen onto the floor, and because it was so small, you didn’t hear it ring, but jae sure did

so around like 5am, jae poofed into your room

mist, glitter and all

seeing you were asleep, he was confused at first, but picked up the bell from the floor and put it on your bedside table before walking out of your room into your kitchen

around 7am, you awoke to the smell of tea being brewed

it smelled so nice and warm,, the thought really could put you right back to sle-

what the f- w-why is tea on its 7:12 in the morning

you threw your legs off of the bed, your feet finding your slippers

and you grabbed the bell, clutching it to your chest

because.. i dunno what if something bad happens?

oh christ what are you thinking what is a fAIRY BOY GOING TO DO TO PROTECT YOU?

you round the corner to see..

“jae?” your groggy morning voice makes him turn and his wings twitch and flutter and his cheeks turn a rosy pink (he would never admit to that happening tho, try it lmao)

“good morning, flower” he said gently while flicking his finger and pulling out a chair at your dining table, cueing you to be seated

“you dropped your bell really early this morning, so i just decided to not make my trip here for nothing…” he spit out

was he being .. bashful??

“you put tea on?”

“and i made muffins, i hope you dont mind i used your kitchen”

thats actually…. really sweet

no one but your mom has ever made you breakfast

you nodded wordlessly and grabbed a cup of tea from his hand

“i don’t have a teaset like thi-”

“i brought my own” he said quietly

why is he so shy all of the sudden i-

he always teases you so whats changed now huh

he brings over two plates with muffins on them, meaning you two were going to eat together

you decided to take the first bite and ….

they were so goo d like what

and ig he noticed you blushing because all of the sudden he was so proud

“glad you like them”

“t-they’re alright” you said stubbornly

he grinned and shook his head, taking a bite

you both finished breakfast together, talking a bit along the way, him teasing you more about not wanting to admit that he’s actually a damn good cook

and finally you realized your class would be starting soon… fuc

“what time is- oh GOd i have class in thirty- jae, i’m sorry but i need to go- shit we need to cLEAN okay quick i’ll take th-”

“you get ready, i’ll tidy up” he said immediately

“but- don’t be silly! Cmon i can take-”

“y/n, im not necessarily assertive for much, but i will be now. go. i can take care of this”

this mans… is he really ?

you were stopped in your tracks but he raised an eyebrow at you

and you turned away sO FAST to hide a blush bc

wow this fae is … g orge o u s ok

and since you were turned around

(and not to mention class was quickly approaching and you couldnt afford to waste more time) you decided at last to just leave jae to it

you could just feel him smirking in such a satisfied way hghfh

you marched on to your room and picked out a casual outfit and just threw it on, then proceeded to brush your teeth and braid your hair rather messily

you emerged again and the kitchen was … spotless??

(better than it had been, to your embarrassment)

“w-hoW DO YOU”

“y/n, class?”

“oh dEAR YOU’RE RIGHT”

you quickly ran to the door with jae at your heels and turned to say goodbye.

“until next time...i guess?”

only “ig” because who knows when he’ll just pop up, does the bell even matter to him?

protip: it doesn’t

PRO protip: he’s gonna show up when he wants bc lets face it he wants to be around you as much as he can but he’d never admit that

unless u did first

“yes, you can count on seeing me soon”

why is he being mysterious .. explain

you cocked your head bc . tf jae

but he only grinned at you and leaned against the doorway

“i’ll lock your doors when i leave, you go on y/n”

“well, goodbye then jae”

(rather upset bc .. in all honesty, being away from him already felt wrong)

you turned around before making your way down the path leading to your doorstep

“thank you again for breakfast”

(you made an effort to smile [much to your own chagrin, bc part of you is so tsundere but you .. wanna make his heart flutter like he makes yours bc payback… yea])

he shook his head while letting out a soft chuckle

“until later, little flower”

and with that last flirty phrase, he winked and disappeared with his usual mist

as you walked down the sidewalk to campus, you took his bell from your pocket and studied it more, with a smile lingering on your face.

#day6 jae #day6 imagines #kpop imagines #kpop blurb #kpop au #day6 au #park jaehyung #park jaehyung imagine #day6 jae imagine #day6 fluff #kpop fluff #soft kpop imagines #i literally got inspired to write this bc i saw a picture of him laughing on twitter and a bitch really just #fell: In Love #day6 scenario #kpop scenario

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pirate-cannons · 6 years

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Just found your blog and it's so good to see a HC blog that's active, and I love the style you write yours in. Could I get some hcs for Zoro, Usopp, Sanji and Ace with an S/O who's a strong magic user? i.e. S/O is no slouch on the battlefield with their spells, and during calmer moments like when S/O is crafting a potion/preparing a ritual spell, they can faintly see the outlines of fae/sprites and other magic creatures normally invisible to the normal eye, but are drawn to their S/O.

Thanks so much! (I have a style?? cool) I feel bad you complimented me being active only for me to take so long to get to this one…OTL I am active I promise, work’s just been a bit crazy lately BUT THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCEThis one was very interesting and since OP hasn’t really touched on the whole magic thing (I mean there’s been some cases of it) this is kinda au kinda not…if that makes sense

Anywho thanks for waiting and I hope you like it!!

Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and Ace with a s/o who is a strong magic user:

Zoro

Zoro doesn’t really understand Magic or anything about it, but totally thinks his s/o is one badass mofo

Obviously quite proud

“I’ll stick to my swords and you can do your…hand..motion hocus pocus thing…”

“Zoro, its called magic. It really isn’t that difficult.”

It’s inevitable that the two will get into a Sword vs Magic argument, but it’s all in good fun. The two respect each other too much to cause any problems

His s/o is a bit of a jokester and will play pranks on the rest of the crew

One time they cast a spell on Sanji that made him an old man for a couple hours and he ran around to Nami and Robin trying to convince them they needed to kiss him to break the curse

Zoro never let him forget that one

On the battlefield, Zoro never gets tired of watching his s/o annihilate their enemies, whether it be via fireballs, thunderstorms, even gravity

He’ll ask his s/o to train with him and develop these crazy practices that revolves around them casting spells at Zoro as he tries to defend himself

In the quieter moments, his s/o is content to read a book while he sleeps in the corner, most of the time they’ll be chatting excitedly about a new spell they developed and want to try in battle and Zoro will doze off with a smile on his face

But just before he fell asleep, he sees some odd shapes gathering around his s/o…?

Nah must have been a trick of the light

…Gotta remember to ask ‘em if they can summon me up some sake…?

Usopp

Needless to say, Usopp is the Number 1 Fan of his s/o

He thinks they are absolutely the coolest thing to ever have existed and will say so to anyone within a mile radius who will listen to him

Being the magnificent storyteller he is, you can bet the simple feat of his s.o warding off some bandits with a fireball will turn into…‘‘AND THEN THEY BROUGHT FORTH AN ERUPTION OF THE GREAT VOLCANO FIRETOP TO RAIN DOWN HELL ON ALL WHO DARE CHALLENGE THEM.”

Generally how most of the stories go~

His s/o will be amused and mention that they can’t actually make volcanoes erupt…

They also help Usopp in coming up with new ideas for weapons and improvements for previous ones, as well as helping him craft pretty deadly stuff for his slingshots

They can even enchant them to make it much stronger

A lot of times the two will just sit in a room, back-to-back as they work on their own separate projects

One time, Usopp leaned over to ask them something real quick when he noticed a faint outline leaning over his s/o shoulder

‘It’s kinda like when I thought I saw Merry…’

He’s not sure if he should ask them about it or if it was even there at all

Maybe he’s just delusional

His s/o eventually notices him staring at the space next to them

“You can see them too? They help me out when I’m in a pinch.”

If that’s not the coolest thing in the world, Usopp doesn’t know what is…

After that his stories become even more elaborate

According to him, his s/o has contracts with dragons, leviathans, and all sorts of creatures that do their bidding at will

Sanji

Sanji loves watching his s/o tear through a fight with their impressive powers, although he won’t admit it

He’s the first to sing their praises after a good fight and the last to stop

While Sanji is preparing food in the galley, his s/o is always close by with a book and a pad of paper

They enjoy going on and on about their craft and Sanji couldn’t be more enthralled

He loves listening to them go on about new spells, and improved potions and oh I should try this out next time and watching the way their face lights up in the process

They also offer what advice they can to him about new recipes, mostly on adjusting proportions and the like because that’s something they do often when it comes to potions

Sanji in turn offers what he knows of different ingredients and their properties, usually unknowingly helping his s/o discover that last piece of the puzzle they couldn’t figure out

Its in times like these, Sanji’s noticed a faint aura around his s/o…

He thinks he’s crazy at first, but after a couple of days, he realizes there is something there

At first he kinda panics that something is trying to harm his s/o but after watching closely, Sanji comes to the conclusion that they must be helping his s/o in some way

Because of course they gather to his s/o, they’re just that kind of a person

Ace

Ace was skeptical of the whole ‘magic’ thing and wasn’t really sure what to think of it

However, that quickly changed once he watched his s/o for the first time light someone on fire…

He decided magic is pretty cool after that

The two work well together on the battlefield and have even been called ‘The Flaming Duo’ by the rest of the crew, due to his s/o having a natural affinity for fire magic

…not to say they didn’t need to employ some water magic to put out stuff Ace accidentally lights on fire

The two will often be found together, either training, eating, or sleeping

Ace is an excellent punching bag when it comes to trying out new spells due to his logia

Although after nearly setting the ship on fire, they weren’t allowed to practice on the ship anymore (it was one time)

He doesn’t really understand magic or how it works, but he won’t complain when his s/o animatedly tries to explain it to him

Honestly he was lost 5 minutes into the explanation but didn’t dare stop them when they looked so happy to share their craft with him

Ace does have to interrupt them when they get to the summoning bit…

“So you can conjure up some food then? I’m starving!”

“Uh..no Ace. That’s not how this works.”

“Even just a sandwich?”

“….no.”

He sighs, but lets them continue on with their explanation

When he focuses more clearly on his s/o, he spots a hazy outline of something he can’t quite make out…

Weird

He gets up to take a closer look when he instantly falls down onto his s/o…asleep. A frequent occurrence honestly

Guess it’ll have to wait til morning

#one piece #roronoa zoro #usopp #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke #Portgas D. Ace #portgas ace #one piece headcanon #OP headcanon #headcanon #onepieceheadcanon #magic s/o #zoro one piece #Sanji (one piece)#usopp one piece #ace one piece

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clevernewdimension · 6 years

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Unearthly Delights Part Twelve (M)

Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (M), Twelve, Thirteen (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU

Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: Some smut! And... well...

The second night was mostly uneventful, much to my dismay. Granted this man did end up punching me in the face after I was pulling him off another guy who kept telling him to stop. My split lip was nothing compared to his dislocated shoulder and two swollen black eyes though. I smiled, grinning as I threw him out the club, telling him he wasn’t allowed back and adding him to the blacklist. Junmyeon was very clear that people who couldn’t understand the word no are no longer welcomed. I held a paper towel to my lip as I was checking the VIP area just in time for Sehun to spot me. He pulled my hand away, eyeing the cut. He mumbled about how careless I was as I see his form subtly shift. Eyes glowing as he pressed his lips to mine, sucking on my bottom lip. I felt a faint flutter, a small feeling of what happened with Minseok on the roof. He pulled away, looking at my lip. He shifted to a vampire and healed my lip.

I smiled at him, before shoving him to get back to work. It was nice not having the stinging to deal with all night. Granted I could have asked Minseok to have healed it since he didn’t have to make himself into what he already was.

Tonight was different. Baekhyun and Jongdae were singing duets with one another, making everyone feel a sense of passion and love. Thankfully Yixing game me something to drink that blocks out the power of their voices so I could still do work. All of us working took it. Even Sehun, who didn’t need to, just to keep up the illusion he did.

Taemin showed up later, smiling as he as he come in. Skin tight leather pants, a jacket with no shirt seemed just like his style. He looked over me, “Well, it’s not terrible,” He mumbles, twirling my hair in his finger. The high ponytail keeping it mostly out my face. Tonight I was wearing black jean shorts with a see through fishnet crop top over a bra that was very lacey that makes them just barely seen. “You know,” he says, “For someone so edgy, you’d think you’d at least have more than just your ears pierced.”

“You owned a fucking fighting club,” I say, rolling my eyes, “You know why I never got anything pierced! Besides, I never wear earrings anyways.”

He shrugs, “You would look amazing with nipple piercings. Oh! And a nose ring!”

“I’d rather risk something getting ripped out my nose than my nips,” I say, before he gets something out his pocket.

He places it around my neck, smiling. “Chokers look lovely on you,” He says, as I touch the it. A small little charm hanging off of it, a little crescent moon. He also smudges something across my lips, nodding.

“I’m here to work,” I say, rolling my eyes as I look around the room, making sure people are behaving.

“Yeah,” He says, as Minseok places his drink on the bar, “You’re working on seducing Junnie. You have double duty, kid. That man is stressed and probably needs someone there for him, if you catch my drift.”

Minseok laughs, “She doesn’t need the help, trust me.”

I roll my eyes, before walking off and checking upstairs. Right before I started back downstairs, Jongin caught me by the arm. The black jeans he wore are tight and the dress shirt he had on was completely open. “Hey,” He says, “I have someone later on who I need some help with. Sehun is going to be doing something else and I wanted to know if I could use your help?”

I smirk, “What kind of help?”

He just smiles, nodding. I could easily catch his drift. “If you’re still… it’s ok, I can find someone else,” He says, looking a bit nervous. Obviously remembering the last time we were together.

“No, it’s fine. I’m actually pretty good over that now,” I say nodding, “Not going to swim anytime soon, though.”

He laughs, “Damn, and I was going to take you to a beach too!” Jongin’s joke comes off easy, knowing I wouldn’t want him to worry to much or else I’d feel awkward. His hair was messy, some of it sticking up and some of it in his face as he just smiles at me.

I smile at the joke, before hearing a yell and a small scuffle break loose downstairs. I wave, “Duty calls!”

I quickly go down the steps, seeing a guy punch another man. Chanyeol quickly pulls the other man away as I get there just in time to help the man who was punched get to his feel. His nose dripping blood as he glances up. His eyes full of fury as Chanyeol holds the other man back, his fangs out as he snarls.

I look, seeing a bite mark on the man’s neck, before pulling him with me. “Come on, we’re going to get you patched up.”

“Mother fucker just bit me,” He says holding a hand to his neck. Thankfully it seems he missed the artery. “What kind of fucking disgusting asshole think they can just do that? Stupid leech!”

“Dude was out of line,” I agree, “Don’t worry, he’s being kicked to the curb as we speak.”

I open the door to the kitchen as Yixing looks over. His apron is covered in flour. He smiles, looking at the man next to me. He moves, getting a small vial and walking over. He moves the man’s hand, tilting his head and pours the amber liquid onto the wound. The man hisses, wincing. Yixing then reaches back, handing him the cookie, “The cookie will fix your nose in a day.”

The fae turns, getting back to work as he speaks to his assistant in some language I didn’t get. Somehow she knows some fae language, I guess. I smile at the man, before taking him back out to the bar. “Minseok, a drink for him, please?”

Minseok looks over, nodding, “Sorry about the asshole vampire. He gives us all awful names.”

He shrugs, getting an old fashioned. I nod, “If you have anyone else being an ass to you, I’ll take care of it.”

He nods, “I think I’m just going to sit here, eat this… thing, and drink for a bit.”

I nod, “No problem.” Leaving him to his own devices with Minseok.

I see Junmyeon smiling at a woman, showing her around the room before heading up the VIP stairs. They both looked far to put together than everyone else in here. Suits, all perfect and crisp. I see Junmyeon look out over the room. Leaning on the railing as he speaks to her. She was a little taller than I was, wearing heels and her hair pinned back into a perfect, elegant bun. It was black, her icy eyes looking over the room, speaking to Junmyeon.

I get back to my job, trying not to think about how hot he looks in a suit.

They stayed there as I had to kick yet another guy out for being a creepy asshole. I gather his clothes, shoving them back at him after checking for the name in his wallet. He puts on his pants, then glared at me. His fist connects to my face, his ring leaving a small cut. I glare, grabbing his arm and snapping his thumb out of place before throwing him out the door. He turns around, spitting at me. It lands on my face as I glare, starting to go after him.

Kyungsoo catches me, hauling me over his shoulder and places me back inside. He sighs, using the sleeves of his shirt to wipe the spit off my face. “You beat him out here, you’ll get arrested,” He says, calmly, before returning to his post by the door.

I look at the clipboard that hung by the door, adding his name to it as I mumble curses and insults about him. As I turn back in side, I bump into Jongin. He smiles, taking my hand and takes me up stairs. “Thank you for this,” He says to me, grinning. “I think you’re going to have a wonderful time too.”

“I’d hope so, since you’re a sex demon. If I didn’t have fun with a sex demon they’ have to be awful in bed,” I flirt, smiling as I see him look over his shoulder.

“Oh, you’ll get that. There will just be an added bonus, too,” He says, winking over his shoulder before he turns, letting me into the room first.

The room of red silk and candles, making everything look romantic. Picture perfect smut novel kind of shit. Glancing to the left, I could see Sehun, just as his form shifts into that of some model that graces the covers of all the magazines. He looks over, catching my eye. He smiles, before moving back to the side of the room where I couldn’t see him. I look, seeing Junmyeon and the woman there, standing, both taking a moment from their conversation to glance over at me. Jongin pulls the curtain shut, leaving a pathway to the magical room and the dungeon, but keeping us in a little bit of privacy. Jongin places his hands on my shoulders, standing right behind me.

Junmyeon glances at me, confused. “Kai,” He says, looking at him the question obvious.

“Well, you wanted to treat Mrs. Hannah to her favorite thing here in order to make her happy,” Jongin says, the hands on my shoulders massaging a bit. “She loves to watch. Like real life porn just for her,” He says, and I could feel his breath on my neck. His hands slide down my arms slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “I asked if she had a preference, and all she said was it had to be a woman.” He smirks, before pressing his lips to my shoulder in a slow kiss. “You said I could get any woman, Jun. So I figured since you were going to be here too, I’d pick someone that would be enticing for both of you to watch. I wouldn’t want you to be bored, after all.”

Junmyeon’s glare was cold. In a ‘Don’t try me’ sort of way. His black suit was perfect, the dark purple under it was spotless as the tie was exactly where it should be. His eyes meet mine, his gaze softening a bit.

Jongin’s hands on my hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into my skin. “Does she meet your standards, Hannah?”

The woman, Hannah, bites her lip, “She’s… she’s beautiful.”

I glance to Junmyeon, whose eyes were just locked onto me. Jongin laughs quietly in my ear, one of his hands moving and, from under the fishnet crop top, unclasps my bra. He slides the straps down my arms, helping me take it off, letting it fall to the floor as I look up at Junmyeon again. One of Jongin’s hands moves over my breasts, gripping them and tugging on the nipples every now and then. I was panting softly, the action feeling a bit better than normal. The power of a sex demon. Junmyeon’s eyes trailed down a moment, before moving back up. He bites his lip, Mrs. Hannah taking a seat in the chair, clearly enjoying watching the show. She’s completely unaware of the fact that there is something going on between Jun and I, and she doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

Jongin’s hand dips under the waistband of my shorts, slipping under my panties and letting his finger graze softly over my clit. I gasp, his other hand moving to around my neck, holding my face forward. It was clear that Jongin had all of Hannah’s attention, while I had all of Junmyeon’s.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping,” Jongin mutters, loud enough for our audience to hear. He glances at Hannah, “How should I speak to her, hm? Like a lover,” He says, and I swear I could see his eyes go to Junmyeon for a moment.

“Dirty,” Hannah says, looking, watching his hand under my shorts. It was moving in slow circles, keeping me just wanting more.

Jongin’s hand on my throat tightens just a second, enough to make me want to moan. “You want me to tell her what a dirty slut she is, hm? All the nasty thing she’ll do? How she’ll beg me for more?”

Hannah nods, her eyes on the hand around my neck, “Y-yes.”

Jongin chuckles softly. He bites my shoulder, letting that feeling flood over me again. The incubus’s lust haze. I yell out, how even the lightest of touches enough to drive me crazy. It magnified. The softest tough to my clit feeling like his mouth was down there, sucking it hard. I leaned back against Jongin, closing my eyes.

“Oh, Hannah, Jun, look,” Jongin says with a small laugh, “She’s already about to cum. Just from that.” He looks over, this time at Junmyeon. “Should I let her? Does she deserve it?” The merman was paying no attention to Jongin. His eyes looking all along me, unable to tear his gaze away. “For you,” Jongin says with a smile, “I’ll let you see her suffer like this since I know that’s what you like.”

Jongin removes his hand as I gasp, “No, please!” The feeling of the rising high coming to stall as he stopped touching me. A few seconds away from bliss and it was ripped away from me at the last millisecond. It was almost infuriating.

The incubus doesn’t care, smirking as he pulls my shorts and underwear down my legs. I manage to kick it off and my boots, before I find myself being pushed to my knees. Jongin just grins down at me, looking up at Hannah and Junmyeon. “I know so much about the both of you. Luckily, I know this is something you both like.”

He looks down at me, “No hands allowed, Ava.” He says, his eyes glowing as he undoes his belt. His eyes never leaving mine as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, stepping out of them. The shirt he wore was quickly taken off as well, as he stood nude before us as I pulled off the fishnet shirt too. I look, seeing his cock leaking and already hard. His hand finds my hair, “Open that pretty little mouth for me, whore.”

I open my mouth, easily obeying as I glance to the side, looking at Junmyeon. He sat down now too, his chin resting on his hands as he just watched. I felt Jongin’s tip touch my tongue and I moaned. If I could I would smile at the tent that was obvious in my bosses pants.

“I don’t care if you have to choke,” Jongin says, as I look up at his eyes looking at Hannah before back at me. “But you’re going to let me fuck your mouth.”

I moaned hearing that, closing my eyes as I circle my tongue around the tip. He pets my head, “Good girl,” He mutters, his hands tightening around the strands. “Don’t touch yourself either.”

Before I could think of anything to reply to that, he thrust forward. His cock slipping further in and down my throat a little. I made a choking noise because I wasn’t expecting it that quickly. My nose brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at the base as I looked over at Junmyeon.

He was biting his lip, hands clutching at the arms of the chair. His eyes looking at my mouth, watching as Jongin pulled out and pushed in, roughly. I kept my throat as relaxed as possible, but every down and them I couldn’t help but gag as he’d sometime pause and hold me so I was taking all of him. Forcing me to choke on him, making him moan louder.

“Hannah, look at the drool falling from her chin,” Jongin says, before moaning a little. “She’s so good at taking it all. The little cockslut.”

“Oh god,” Hannah says, though I don’t look over at her at all.

I swallowed around him, making him moan louder, “God, Jun, she’s incredible.”

He pulled my hair, and I let out a whine, shivering as Jongin winks at me, his hips still moving as a fast pace. Every now and then he’s let me take a breath, smirking down at me and making comments to our two spectators. Jongin, looking a bit flushes, was breathing a bit heavy. “Ava,” He moans, “I’m gonna cum down your throat. Then I’ll make you feel good.”

My hands move to his thighs, just to have something to hold on to as I looked up, before looking at Jun. I look back up at the incubus and I wink at him.

“Cheeky bitch,” He says, thrusting his hips and moving my head to meet his thrusts. A few moments later, he lets out a loud moan, tenseing. He held me all down way down, as I could feel him cumming all in my mouth. A little escaping my mouth on the side, as I tried to swallow as much of it as I could, moaning around him to help him as he held me there.

He pulled out, a string of his release connecting from his cock to my tongue. My lips covered in it as I took a breath in, letting some of his cum fall from my lips to the valley between my breasts. I could hear Hannah moaning, Junmyeon remaining silent as he just watches on. It was like I could feel his eyes on me.

In a flash I was being tossed onto the bed. Before I could even register, Jongin was on me, his lips on mine, his tongue gliding against my own. The taste of his cum in the kiss as he licks my lips, and I could hear Hannah mutter, “Oh fuck.” I look over, seeing her blazer off and her skirt pushed up. Her hand holding a vibrator, sliding it in and out of herself slowly. I look, seeing Junmyeon still just looking, just watching and not moving an inch. Jongin’s hand pulled my hair as I moaned. I wasn’t even caring that he was moving me so that I was in whatever position he wanted me in. On my back, to where I could still see the two onlookers. Jongin’s hands traveled down my body as he moved so he was kneeling.

One of his hands rolls my nipple in between two fingers as the other brushes quickly up my sex. I shutter, letting out a tiny moan as Jongin lets out a laugh.

“She’s so wet, Junmyeon. Can’t you just imagine sitting in front of her, eating her until she begs you to stop,” Jongin says with a chuckle, “Hannah, should I reward this little slut for letting me fuck her face, hm?”

“Yes,” She says, her voice breathy as she starts to masterbate faster.

Jongin lets go, his hands moving and spreading me apart, as if to give our audience a good view of my wet sex. His tongue lightly, with the faintest of touches, brushes my clit.

The force of the pleasure was almost overwhelming. The full force of an incubuses power on display to me. Now his tongue was gliding over me, moving in small circles as he moans. My hands found his hair, as I was holding on, spreading my legs wider. Two fingers slip in me, curling up and finding that button of pure sexual ecstasy in me. I moaned, yelling out as I felt him suck harshly on my clit. His fingers moving in and out at an inhuman speed.

“Ava,” He says, before lightly biting my clit.

My climax was ripped from me, my body shaking as I arched into it. “Fuck,” I yell, my hand tugging his hair as I could feel tears gather in my eyes. It happened so quickly, so suddenly.

He pulls away, his chin dripping as he just smiles, He pulls his fingers from me as I gasp at the sudden empty feeling. He licks his fingers, standing. He move, turning towards Junmyeon before getting on his knees in front of our boss.

“Taste her,” He says simply, before pressing their lips together. Hannah moans out loudly, her hand ramming the vibrator in her heat as quick as she possibly could from the sight.

Junmyeon grabs Jongin’s hair, pulling him forward. He didn’t move at all, save for his eyes watching me until now. His tongue gliding against Jongin’s, moaning loudly in the kiss. He bit the bottom lip of the incubus, sucking on it before moving and licking my releace off his chin. As he pulled Jongin away, I could see blood from Junmyeon’s lips from where he was biting it so hard.

Jongin smiles, looking over at Hannah. He gives her a sultry wink, before looking back at me. He stands, moving and grabbing a triangle shaped pillow. He helps me move so that I was laying on it. My hips and but up and my chest down on the bed. My legs together as Jongin’s hands rest on my hips.

He pushes into me slowly as I gasp, moaning out. If I thought it couldn't have gotten better before, this was what pure sin was made of. This hazy cloud over us, making everything disappear for me but Jongin and Junmyeon. Jongin had to have control over that somehow. He keeps one hand on my waist, holding it down as the other went to my hair, pulling it so I was looking directly at Junmyeon. Jongin’s grip on my ponytail feeling me at eye level with him. Our eyes meet just as Jongin slides out and in, the force taking the air from my lungs. I screamed out, my hands reaching for the end of the bedpost.

Jongin’s thrusts were brutal and unrelenting. I could faintly hear him speaking, and the sound of who I assume was Hannah moaning. My eyes were watering from the sheer intensity as I looked at Junmyeon. My clit was rubbing against the pillow with every thrust of the incubuses hips. I feel a slap of my ass, stinging. I yelled out, words I couldn’t even control as Jongin’s hand went from my hair to my throat. His fingers squeezing, lightly restricting blood flow to my head.

“I-I’m,” I say, trying to get the words out up they wouldn’t come. Jongin’s hips pushed into me, harder, faster before I was screaming. My body shivering as I was shaking. My eyes locked onto Junmyeon, never leaving as I was having my second orgasm of the night.

Jongin’s thrusts stop as the haze lifts. The hand on my throat moves, letting me down quickly but softly. I look back, seeing him stroking himself before he cums all over my butt and lower back. His chest was heaving as he laughs. He looks back to me, his eyes glowing brighter than I’ve ever seen. I could hear Hannah yelling as she was also reaching her orgasm, shuttering and yelling curses. I laid down, catching my breath as I closed my eyes.

I could feel Jongin wipe up the mess he made on me with a towel before moving off the bed. I open my eyes, seeing him standing over Hannah. He holds out his hand, “Would you like me to take you to our showers so you can get washed up?”

Hannah, sweating and flushed, wastes no time at all. She nods, “Yes.” She turns, looking at Junmyeon, “It’s a deal. We’ll meet tomorrow. Dinner?”

“I’d be delighted,” Junmyeon says, nodding. I looked at him, seeing his hair a little messy, like he’s been running his hand though it. The tie a little loose and the jacket was off, sleeves pushed up his forearms. Somehow through all this that happened and I didn’t notice. My eyes were just on his.

They left towards the magical room, which I’m sure is huge and has a multitude of showers in it at the moment. I closed my eyes, sighing as I took a moment to rest. I look over at him, a smile gracing my face, “That was more eventful that I thought.”

Junmyeon shakes his head, “You know Jongin chose you just to try and break me, right?”

“If it will lead you to finally fuck me, who cares,” I say with a smile, looking at him as I roll onto my back, stretching. I smile at him, “I also see you have a bit of a problem going on. If you’d like, I’d gladly help you out.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to break. He tenses, stills. Just as quickly as it happened, he regained his composure. He smiles, shaking his head, “I meant it. About waiting.”

“You have the patience of a fucking saint,” I mumble, hearing him laugh to my side. I sit up, groaning, “I need to shower too.”

Junmyeon looks towards the door, “And I need to get back to paperwork.”

“Then I’ll leave and stop distracting you,” I say with a smile. I stand, quickly gathering my things in my hands. I look over my shoulder, winking at him before turning and going to the magical room.

I could hear Jongin and Hannah in their shower stall. Incubus's refractory period was very, very, VERY small. She was squealing in delight as I poured some of the strawberry smelling shampoo in my hands, quickly washing it. My hair sorted, I washed the sweat and cum from my body, getting out and drying myself.

With my hair in braids and my clothes back on, I leave just as Hannah was screaming again for the second time that night. I moved down stairs, looking and seeing Taemin leaning against the metal post where I usually perch up. The grin on his face wide, eyes glowing a little.

“Junmyeon passed me absolutely radiating sexual energy,” He says, smiling. His eyes glowing a bit, probably getting his fill of all the sexual energies going on in here. “He also had a raging hard on. What exactly happened?”

“You already know, so why bother asking,” I say, before moving to the bar to get a bottle of water. I drink half of it down, looking at the handsome incubus. “Get it over with.”

“I love the post throat fuck sound you have going on with your voice,” He says with a smirk, “Really adds to the whole badass and mysterious vibe you’re going for.” He pats my shoulder playfully.

I could hear Minseok try to stifle a laugh.

“No need to get bitchy just because you haven’t gotten your dick wet today,” I say, patting his shoulder back. “There are plenty of people here who would be willing to bend over for you.”

Taemin shoves my shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Get back to your actual job,” He says, turning towards the office. “I’m going to go help a poor guy you let walk away with blue balls.” I frown, only makes him grin harder. “Oh don’t be jealous my little human!”

I flip him the bird before getting back to work. I look out, and, in the last few hours, I had to kick out one last person for being a creep.

After the busy day, I was exhausted. I helped with the clean up, making Chanyeol pick up all the used condoms people didn’t have the decency to throw away. The drinks that are left half drank I downed. No need to waste good booze, even if it’s watered down. I smile, dropping off the stack of glasses to Minseok, who just sighs, moving them towards the kitchen so they can get into the washer. A few days off for us as the club gets put back into a normal club. Saying goodbye, I get my jacket and head out to the city. Shannon stops me, smiling and looking at my shoulder. She just shakes her head, a smile on her face as she turns the opposite way.

With the sun coming up, I duck into a diner. I quickly scarf down a huge plate of hashbrowns and bacon. The radio playing some morning show and their voices are insufferable. I look out, seeing people bundled up in jackets. Autumn is officially here, and it was getting cold fast. I get a hot chocolate to go and I was walking out just as the city started to wake. I feel a hand on my shoulder, moving as I turn, grabbing the knife from the inner pocket of my jacket.

Sehun just sighs at me, shaking his head. He looked exhausted, his hair just a normal black.

“Sehun you’re going to give me a heart attack,” I complain, punching his arm.

“Ow,” He says pouting, “Junmyeon told me to make sure you got home safe and this is the thanks I get.”

I roll my eyes, finishing off my hot chocolate quickly before it got too cold before moving towards the subway. We live close together, so it makes sense he’d send Sehun. It still makes me feel like a child. I’ll have to have a conversation with the merman about that.

The small conversations are nice, mostly me talking about the city and how much I fucking hate the cold. I open my door stretching before I feel myself shoved. I fall onto my chest, my breath being knocked out of me. I turn, seeing as the person is on me, holding me down. I look, seeing Sehun smile darkly. His form shifts, the face changing. A tall, thin woman over me, smiling.

“Hello darling,” She says, in accented English. Her skin flawless, a bit pale. “You are pretty. I can see the resemblance to Aisir. If fact I think you may even look better.”

I shove at her, trying to get my hand in my jacket, but she just takes my hands in one of hers, holding it over my head. Her pale blonde hair falling in her face. She rolled her eyes, “Just as stubborn as him too.”

I glare at her, as her eyes smile at my weak attempts to get away. “You see, Aisir has been distracted. My love has a lot on his plate but he keeps only focusing on you.” She mutters, the pleasant tone of her voice disappearing.

“I can’t stop that,” I growl, glaring up at her. Her hazel eyes just watch me with sick amusement.

“No,” She says, “You can’t. I’ve already sent people to kill you once and yet…” She looks down. My mind flashes with the man, those people. The cold. Water. “It seems if you want the job done, you have to do it yourself.”

I watch as she pulls her own knife from her jacket. It was old, the handle made of bone. The metal was twisted, looking elegant in a deadly sort of way. The glittering and glowing dark runes on it made me terrified. Before I could even panic I felt pressure at my stomach. I look down, seeing her hand almost in there. I watch around me as scenes from my live played out. The good ones, the bad ones. My mother and I making cookies. Finding her dead. Aiden and I meeting. Our nights out in the city. Smoking and having fun. Him dying. Meeting Taemin and Johnny. The first time Taemin got me to break the walls down around him. Meeting the people here. Junmyeon smiling at me. Junmyeon holding me when I cried. Junmyeon kissing me.

“It’s true, hm,” She says, looking at my life all around us. She can see it too. “You and the fish? I’m glad I’m saving you from that,” She says as I, irrationally, trying to fight her off. I wanted to punch her. I wanted to hit her.

“Don’t worry,” She teases, “Once you die, he’ll want to die too. I’ll make sure we give him the mercy of a quick death.”

“No,” I say, tears falling from my eyes. The fear in me making me shake as the knife in my stomach gets hot. I look down, seeing the runes flare into a deep dark red, burning themselves into my skin.

“Pathetic,” She mumbles to herself. She smiles, “Been lovely meeting you darling. Shame you can’t be at your father’s and my wedding. We’ll remember you fondly.” With a quick flick of her wrist, the knife was out. Then, she was gone.

I look down, blood pouring out my wound. I get my phone, tears falling from my face as I screamed. I pressed the number, hoping he’d pick up.

“Ava,” a voice says, and I could hear the sound of his assistant cleaning behind him. The fae’s voice curious.

“I… I’ve b-been attacked! Yixing I’m going t-to die,” I say, the panic setting in. The visions around me only getting worse. A dead aiden, his head bloody, bullet wound in the middle of his forehead. There wasn’t a voice, but I could still hear it in my head.

“You did this to me.”

My mother, standing as I blinked, she shakes her head, “You were my greatest mistake. I hate you.”

“Where are you,” He asked, his voice alarmed.

I snap out of it for a moment. Just enough to answer. “T-Taemin’s,” I say, putting my hand over my stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. Thick red liquid poured out me. It felt hot.

Junmyeon stood there, his throat pouring blood as I felt tears fall down my face as I chokes beck sobs.

“They’re going to kill me because of you.” The Junmyeon says.

“No,” I mumble.

Before he could say anything, there was a flash and Yixing was there. His eyes widen in shock. “Fuck,” He says, moving and getting on his knees to look. “Ava, I can’t heal this! The magic of the blade…” He says, his eyes getting panicked. I watch as his hands glow, “This slows it down,” he says, picking me up. I blind and I’m at the club again. I hear Yixing screaming. The shadow Junmyeon still there, in my vision.

“You got me killed Avelyna,” He says with a sneer.

“No,” I say, reaching out.

“It’s not real,” Yixing says.

“I’m going to die because of you,” Junmyeon yells, his face in front of mine, screaming at me as I cried. “I never loved you. You’re so easy to play with,” He yells, “And now I’m going to die because of YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Yixing puts his hand over my eyes, and I feel a warm flash. The shadow Junmyeon was gone, as I looked around, feeling weaker and weaker.

The office opens and I see Junmyeon. The real one. No blood from his throat. Not hateful stare. No anger. He runs over, his eyes wide. “No,” He says, putting his hands over my wound. Sadness, anguish, despair. No hate to be seen. “Can you-”

“It’s a death cursed blade,” Yixing says, shaking his head. “Minseok-”

“He left. He’s at his place,” a new voice says, moving and looking. The second Taemin sees my stomach, his eyes widen. “No… No!”

Yixing vanishes from my side, before being back with a disgruntled Minseok. The vampire looked at me, his eyes wide. His pale face getting even paler. “I know this magic. That knife-”

“We don’t have time,” Junmyeon yells, tears slipping down his face.

I shiver, feeling cold as my eyes start to get blurry. The sounds of them speaking was dull. I look at Junmyeon, touching his face, trying to say something to him to help him not look so pitiful.

Sehun shoves Taemin aside. He places his hand over my stomach. I watch his eyes start to glow a brilliant white light. The magic runes around the wound glowing black, cracking and shattering from the power that Sehun has.

The shapeshifter pulls Taemin back up, “The magic is gone, but she’s lost too much blood. Either you have to make her into a demon or Minseok has to make her into a vampire. There is no other choice.”

Taemin was frozen, just watching me as my eyes started to close.

The last thing I saw was someone shoving him out the way. Junmyeon’s whimpering and begging for me to be ok.

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