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Court of Darkness: Untamed
Couple: Roy and MC (MC named Carla)
Other Characters: Sherry, Rio, Fenn
Description: Why does Roy, the consort who strives to obtain the “perfect prince” image, have a hairstyle that can only be described as an “elegant mop top”?
Alternate Description: @aide-falls I finally finished your “hair-raising” Roy story request! AKA why is drawing this 2D man’s hair so difficult? @x-daedalus-x @jaysquid @daegupaksu you might appreciate this too 🙂
Tags: Fluffy crack? Crack-filled fluff? And partial innuendo because Fenn’s in it.
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Carla, Sherry, and Rio make their way to the entrance of Roy’s room. The group are meeting for a picnic on the rooftop garden. As Sherry pushes the door, they hear an exasperated cry.
For Creator’s Sake! For once, do as I ask!
Carla opens the door further, alarmed at Roy’s rare outburst. Sherry exchanges a fond look at Rio and closes the door, leaving a small crack to peer inside Roy’s room.
Sherry: Ah, dear brother is at it again.
Rio: What’s he using this time?
Sherry: Looks like some kind of enchanted gel from Luxure.
Carla: What are you all talking about?!
Sherry gestures for Carla to look through the crack in the door. Carla sees Roy’s back as he’s standing next to a floor-length mirror. Through the mirror’s reflection, Carla notices that Roy’s lips are pursed in a tight line as he slathers copious amounts of gel in his hair to try and slick it back. At this point, his hair looks as if it’s been electrified and licked by numerous cows.
A frown appears on Carla’s face. She loves Roy’s hair. It’s soft, warm, with golden highlights among the light pink strands; it reminds her of pink and yellow wildflowers that blossom in all directions, seeking the sun. With its many layers, subtle waves, and upturned tips, Roy’s hair is as elegant as a mop top can be. But mop top it certainly is.
Carla sighs, understanding in an instant. Hair reminiscent of wildflowers is NOT princely, or so Roy thinks. Crisp white jackets; finely embroidered capes; golden buttons with the Invidian crest tailor-fit to his clothes; and, of course, an ever-present smile—these are the successful pieces to the princely image Roy tries to project in public. It never occurred to Carla until now that his unruly hair is the one part that never fit that self-imposed prince perfect persona of his.
Sherry: *Turns to Carla* Roy’s hair has always been messy. About once a year, he gets it in his head to try and tame it. Magic, enchantments, gel, hairspray—nothing’s worked.
Carla: Not even S:Rank magic?
Rio: Lynt tried magically styling Roy’s hair once, but it looked more like a birds nest perched on his head.
Sherry: Then the headmaster got involved. But Lou ended up styling Roy’s hair to be an ACTUAL nest. A few birds made Roy’s hair their home for weeks.
Carla: WEEKS?!
Sherry: Why yes. A pair of rare exotic birds nested there. And these are birds that, once their eggs are laid, can’t be disturbed without harming them.
Rio: Roy got used to sleeping sitting up pretty quick. He was very gentle with them.
Sherry: And now the birds reside in the Invidian royal gardens!
Carla: OK, I wasn’t expecting THAT. Has Roy ever tried just cutting his hair?
Sherry: Yes, but for every strand of hair he cuts, two new ones appear in its place instantly. So there’s little point in doing so.
Carla: So my paramour has a magical hydra in hair form on top of his head?!
Rio: Yeah! But at least his hair doesn’t grow beyond what it is now!
Carla: Is there ANYTHING ELSE I should know about Roy’s hair?
Sherry: When Roy stands out in the sun long enough, his hair smells like strawberries!
Rio: Carla’s hair also smells like strawberries!
Carla: That’s my shampoo Rio. Not magical pheromone hydra hair.
Fenn: Well, well, well! Is there a reason why we’re all admiring Roy’s assets like this? *Points a finger through the cracked door at Roy’s backside as Roy continues to glob gel on his head*
Rio: Roy’s trying to gussy up his hair again. He seems super focused so we didn’t want to distract him.
Sherry: That gel brother’s using appears very expensive. Did you gift that to him Prince Fenn?
Fenn: Ah, yes. I owed Roy. He recently helped me with a situation involving an Akedian diplomat’s daughter that was—alas, I can’t say anymore for the Princess’s sake.
Sherry: I have a very active imagination. I can fill in the details!
Rio: I’m sure you were a great help Fenn, even before Roy stepped in!
Carla: *Sigh* Maybe you should give some of your imaginative powers to Rio, Sherry?
Fenn: *Continues peeking through the cracked door* Our dear Roy looks as if there’s a wet mop on top of his head! It’s quite the look.
Carla: Yeah, well, Roy looks GREAT wet.
Sherry: …
Rio: Aw, have you both gotten wet walking in the rain together?
Carla: *Claps hands over her mouth* Oh God, forget I said that!
Fenn: You and Roy do seem VERY devout when you take baths together. Oh God, Oh Vane…
Carla: Roy’s room is soundproofed! How would you know what we—
Fenn: I live next door to Roy remember. And my imagination is much more active than Sherry’s. Not that I need to imagine, Treasure. You and Roy are loud enough to pierce through ANY sound barrier.
Carla: S-stop joking Fenn!
Fenn: Oh Heartspell, sweet Heartspell, just like that…
Sherry: I wish my imagination weren’t QUITE so active now.
Rio: Why not Sherry? Walks in the rain are fun! Though Roy doesn’t seem the kind of chap to like that sort of thing.
Fenn: Roy and Treasure engage in a very different water activity Rio. Rather enthusiastically, in fact—
Carla: ANYWAYS…Fenn, is the gel you gave Roy special?
Fenn: Not sure it’s special, but it has to be better than the gel Jasper and Guy gave Roy that one time.
Carla: How so?
Fenn: Guy’s gel MAY have caught on fire while Roy was teaching a potions class…
Carla: WHAT?!
Fenn: Hmmm, the gel had some black market ingredients Jasper failed to mention were present. But don’t worry. Roy’s fan club doused him with lots of water! They were VERY excited about that.
Sherry: Poor Roy was positively mobbed.
Carla: So that answers the question “Has Roy participated in a Wet T-Shirt contest”…
There. It is finished!
Fenn, Rio, Sherry, and Carla crowd the door at Roy’s words. For a brief moment, Roy’s hair is successfully slicked back, not a strand out of place, his hair the very picture of a fairytale prince. Roy smiles in satisfaction.
Sproooooooong!
As if the hair had a mind of its own, the gel leaps off of Roy’s head, flying in all directions. Gobs of gel land on the mirror, walls, tea cups, and nearby tables. One gob splatters on the front door, narrowly missing the four people watching.
Roy hangs his head slightly and removes the remaining gel from his hair. With a poof, his hair reverts back to its usual mop top shape. His arms fall to his sides, hands clinched in tight fists.
I just…wanted to look dashing for Carla. Just once.
Carla’s heart clinches at the sad tone in Roy’s voice. His hair obsession is not just about the prince persona—not now. He wishes to look good for her. Carla turns to Sherry and Rio.
Carla: Please go on without me. I’ll bring Roy along in a minute.
Rio: OK then. Fenn, come join us mate! There’s enough food for us all.
Sherry: Good luck Carla.
Fenn: Sorry the gel didn’t work. At least Roy’s hair didn’t catch fire! Feel free to douse him with water though since Roy clearly likes it when you do it Treasure! *Wink wink*
Carla rolls her eyes as Fenn, Rio, and Sherry leave. She opens the door and walks in, grabbing a single-stemmed pink rose from a nearby vase. Carla approaches Roy from behind; she wraps her arms around his waist and places the rose in Roy’s right hand.
Carla: Roses are not the only flowers that are beautiful, you know.
Roy: *Surprised* Oh?
Carla: Roses—they’re refined, elegant, radiant. When I see them, I instantly think of Invidia—and you.
Carla: *Turns so that she’s facing Roy, standing on tiptoes as she runs her fingers through his hair* But, you also remind me of wildflowers.
Roy: *Laughs softly* Really? Pray tell why.
Carla: Like your hair, there’s an aspect of you that yearns to be free. That part is a little wild, a little unexpected, untamed. And I love it. Please don’t hide it away. Please.
Carla’s words pierce Roy’s soul. A winding affection grabs Roy’s heart and refuses to let go. His arms wrap tightly around Carla as he holds her close. He whispers in her ear.
Roy: So, which do you prefer—roses or wildflowers?
Carla: *Hovers her lips just above Roy’s and whispers back* Both.
#court of darkness#voltage games#fan fiction#roy invidia#sherry invidia#rio voleri#fenn luxure#fluff and crack#voltage romance games#otome mc
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Sparks Fly
Megan interviews Juniper as part of a report to hopefully reduce prejudice against reformed criminals.
The teenager sat back in her chair as she gazed around the large area, noting a couple young adults on the computers in the corner, a black-haired girl about her age reading a textbook while doing her homework and an elderly man who appeared to work at the library as he was pushing a cart of books down the aisle. Megan then pulled out her phone and decided to text a quick message to Hiro about seeing if they could hang out at Joe’s Diner tomorrow. As soon as she hit send, she heard a female voice say, “Excuse me, are you Megan Cruz?”
The brown-haired individual looked up from her device almost immediately and was greeted to the sight of a taller, young blonde about a year or so older than her. She was wearing a purple top with a cute bunny on it along with white capris, but she also appeared to be a bit nervous as she stood before Megan. It had been over six months since the reporter had last seen her in person, but instantly recognized her as Juniper of High Voltage.
The supersleuth gave a short “Oh” as she scrambled out of her seat to stand up and properly greet the reformed dancer. “Yes, I am Megan Cruz and you’re Juniper, right?” she inquired as she politely extended her hand.
“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out,” the taller of the two lightheartedly quipped as she shook the offered appendage, her apprehension melting away a little.
Here is the link on AO3:
@spyrkle4 @enbydemirainbowbigfoot Enjoy the fluff! ^_^<3
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The Dapper Wolf
Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story
Rating: General
Main Characters: MC, Lance Ira, Robin (MC’s familiar), Grushia
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One day in the forest–
Lance is lounging under a tree as usual when MC and Robin appear.
MC: Hi Lance!
MC waves, wearing a warm smile.
Robin: Master Lance!
Robin, seeming especially energetic, zooms over to Lance.
Robin: Look! Look what milady gave me!
He flies around in excited circles, eager to show off.
Lance: Hm? What am I looking at?
MC: Oh, I bought him a bow tie while I was out shopping today. He absolutely adores it.
Robin: Doesn’t it look just dashing against my fur?
Lance: Haha, very cute.
Smiling, Lance scritches Robin gently behind the ears.
In response to hearing Robin’s animated voice, Grushia trots over curiously.
Robin: Master Grushia, look at my new bow tie! Milady bought it for me!
Grushia sniffs at the new accessory around Robin’s neck when MC suddenly exclaims.
MC: Oh yeah! Grushia, wait there! I have something for you, too!
Grushia: Aroo?
Grushia’s ears perk up in anticipation as he eagerly waits to see what MC brought him.
After a moment of rummaging, MC produces a slightly larger bow tie from her bag.
MC: I got you one too! Now you and Robin can match!
Grushia: Arroo!
Lance: What, no, you're not giving him a bow tie!
Before MC can put the bow tie on Grushia, Lance exclaims this.
Unlike Grushia, he is very clearly not enthusiastic about the idea.
MC: Why not?
Lance: Because! He’s a wolf.
Ignoring him, she slips the bow tie over the wolf’s head.
MC: So?
Lance: Wolves don't wear bow ties.
MC: Says who? Look, he wants to wear it!
Grushia wags his tail excitedly as she adjusts the bow tie around his neck.
Lance: Oi, Grushia, you’re a wolf, not a blasted lap dog!
MC: There, perfect!
Now sporting a fetching bow tie, Grushia sits down in front of Lance, staring up at him.
MC: Haha, I think he wants to know what you think!
Lance: …
MC: You don't want to hurt Grushia’s feelings do you?
Lance: …
MC: Lance, look, you're making Grushia sad!
Grushia: *whimpers*
MC: Aww, come here Grushia. Don't listen to big ‘ol meanie Lance. I, for one, think you look very dapper in your bow tie!
Grushia sits down next to MC and she wraps her arms around him protectively, throwing a glare towards her paramour.
Grushia’s ears droop as he looks at Lance with a sad expression.
Grushia: Arroo…
Lance: Come on, don’t you think this is a bit much?
Lance looks exasperated as he watches his paramour and wolf companion, who is now laying on the ground, resting his head in MC’s lap pitifully as she comfortingly pets him.
MC: Really, you look very handsome! No matter what Lance might say!
Lance: Don’t put words in my mouth-
Robin: Yes! I think you look very dashing too, Master Grushia!
Hovering at MC’s shoulder, Robin also throws an angry kitty glare towards Lance.
Lance: For Creator’s sake…
Lance’s exasperation quickly turns to irritation at the melodramatic display everybody is putting on.
MC: It’s okay Grushia, even if Lance won’t accept you, I’ll ALWAYS accept you for who you are. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually…
Lance: Stop making me the villain here!
MC: Then say it.
Lance: Say what?
MC: “Grushia, that bow tie makes you look very cute and handsome!”
Lance: …
Everybody stares at Lance expectantly.
Lance: …
MC: Well?
Lance: I-I don’t think you look bad in that bow tie, Grushia.
Grushia whines, sounding disappointed as he returns his head to MC’s lap.
Lance: Wasn’t that good enough?
MC: Nope, you have to say it word for word.
Lance: Dragon’s teeth…
Lance curses under his breath before resigning himself to his fate.
Lance: Grushia, that bow tie makes you look v-very…cute and handsome…
Grushia: Arrooo!
Immediately perking up, Gruschia wags his tail happily and begins prancing around, proudly displaying his new accessory.
Lance acts exasperated as he shakes his head, but is unable to completely hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Robin: Come on Master Grushia, let’s go show all the others in the forest!
Grushia: Arroo!
MC and Lance watch as the two animals disappear into the forest.
MC: Oh my gosh!! I just remembered!
Lance: What?
MC: They had matching bow ties for people too!
Lance: …
MC: Darn, I should've bought it while I was there! I'll have to go back into town tomorrow and buy one…
MC: Just imagine, you and Grushia, wearing matching bow ties! Ahhh, that’d be SOO cu-
Lance: NO.
The End.
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Recovering my Star's Shine
Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth
Rating: Gen
Categories: F/M
Pairing: Zyglavis/OC
Words: 1231
Prompt(s): Starting with preparations way too early and "Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.", from the "’tis the season for love" content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen
Summary: Zyglavis return to the mansion to find his girlfriend decorating the house for Christmas a little too early and he worries, both about her reason and her methods but does his best to help her through it.
(Fang and I planned to do at least three fics each for the challenge, one for each of our favorite otomes and the last one for a new one of our choice that we wanted to write for but hadn't the courage to yet. I don't know if we'll manage, though, but I'm glad I at least finished this one.)
Among all the things Zyglavis loved about his girlfriend, she was hardworking, efficient and many times thought ahead of things, but she could exaggerate these things.
That afternoon, in the beginning of July, when the god of Libra returned from the heavens, he found Rinka alone in the living room, atop a ladder, putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree, the rest of the room already decorated.
“Zyglavis!” she called out when she saw him enter. “I wasn’t expecting you so early. When I arrived and found nobody home, I thought something had happened.”
Her smile was bright and genuine, but her eyes darted around, her posture was more lax than usual, especially for her precarious perch, and while she held to the ladder with one hand, as she stopped her task to talk to him, her other hand played with the little keychain dangling from her belt.
“There was an incident, but we already dealt with it. Is it not too early for Christmas?”
“Maybe,” Rinka returned her attention to the decorations and Zyglavis stepped closer when she bent dangerously to pick something from the box on the sofa, “but I received these earlier than expected, and they would be more of a clutter with the box in my apartment, and I already have a list of so many things to do in December, maybe a little of November too, and it’s not like these are getting in anyone’s way.”
She said it all in one breath and then let out a weary sigh.
They hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks and it was obvious something happened during that time.
“Do you want help?” It would be easier to get her attention if they finished it, rather than trying to convince her to stop.
“It’s okay. I’ll finish this in a minute.” Rinka reached for another decoration from the almost empty box when her body swayed and she had to hold tighter with both hands to the ladder.
“You better step down from there.” It was an order, not a warning. Rinka would try to play it off otherwise.
“Fine.” Rinka conceded with a sigh, but as she took the first step when her foot slipped and Zyglavis had to catch her.
“Are you hurt?” He asked, debating where to set her on the ground or on the sofa.
“I’m fine, thanks to you. You don’t have to worry.”
“Of course I have to worry, because you seem to love to make me, too.” Zyglavis sighed, setting her down, a little relieved to see his girlfriend could stand on her own, but he still hugged her from behind, maybe afraid she would try to climb again if he let go. “Your sisters told me you were busy with work, but it is clear you haven’t been sleeping properly. And, on top of it, you decide to decorate the house for Christmas, months early, on your own. What is happening?”
The others would say he worried too much about her but, with Rinka, sometimes he had to, because she didn’t worry about herself.
“I’m really fine.” Zyglavis gave her a little room when she tried to get away, but Rinka only turned to face him and give him a kiss. “Give me a couple more days and I’ll start recovering.”
“A couple more days is when you will finish your recent work project? Is there anything I can help with?”
Rinka lowered her head, then closed her eyes tight and her body almost collapsed against him again. She sighed, then looked up at him.
“Maybe I DO need help to put the star on top of the tree.”
She was smiling again, but Zyglavis knew she was trying to hide something.
“Right, but afterward you will rest for the rest of the day.”
“Zyglavis! You know I…”
“I’ll accept no complaints. I won’t ask what you are hiding for now, but you will do as I say. Do you understand?”
He didn’t like having to be this forceful with his girlfriend, but sometimes that was the only way to protect her.
“Fine. I understand.”
She looked down again, and Zyglavis caressed her cheek, making her look up again.
“I am only worried about your health. Work or not, you shouldn’t push yourself so hard. You have always been good at doing your work efficiently and taking care of yourself.”
“I know. It had nothing to do with work. I just had an awful week. The Christmas decorations cheer me up.” Rinka nuzzled his chest and Zyglavis hugged her tighter once again. A part of him wished they could stay like that, but not only it was obvious his girlfriend needed sleep, also someone could walk in at any moment. It was a surprise they hadn’t. “I’ll rest if you stay with me.”
His girlfriend’s voice was no more than a whisper, but there was a tremble in it. Such a sign of vulnerability was unlike her and only served to make him more worried.
“I will be by your side for as long as you need me.” Zyglavis kissed the top of her head and Rinka chuckled.
“So, about that star…”
There was an excited glint in her eyes when she looked at him again, that he smiled back.
“Here.” He picked it from the box and put it in her hand, Rinka’s expression switching for one of surprise and she turned to look back at the three. Then he held her tighter.
Almost immediately, she looked down and noticed what he had done.
Flying just high enough and holding her with a hand, he took the hand she was still holding the star on with the other and the two placed it on the three together.
“Thank you, Zyglavis. But that’s not how I was expecting you to help.”
“I know. But you are my beloved, and I would do anything to make sure you are happy and safe, so you can rely on me for anything.”
Back on the ground, he gently spun her around and kissed her.
“I would love nothing more than to keep you in my arms for the rest of the day but, right now you really need to rest.”
With an arm around her shoulders, Zyglavis started guiding Rinka to his room.
“But…” Zyglavis just stared at her and Rinka laughed instead. “Fine. But I’ll probably wake up in time for dinner, anyway. Can we continue after that?”
“If you are not having any more dizzy spells.”
Rinka nodded, but the movement made her flinch. He helped her the rest of the way and into the bed.
“Can I have at least a goodnight kiss?”
It was also a chaste kiss. Not enough for either of them, he knew, but it wasn’t time to tire her more.
“You can have more later if you at least stay quiet until dinner.”
“But you’ll stay by my side, right?”
There was a hint of fear in her eyes now, and Zyglavis held her hand.
“Always.”
And that was a promise. Zyglavis thought he understood a little better than what was haunting her. It was something in her mind rather than something concrete, something that his godly powers probably couldn’t do much about. But he would do the best possible and always be by her side, because he loved her more than anything.
#’tis the season for love#'tis the season for fluff#’tis the season for love content creation challenge#star crossed myth#voltage otome#scm zyglavis#feather's writing#fanfiction#Star-Crossed Myth#star crossed myth fan fiction#scm
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Your Dirty 🏳️⚧️Grandpa Storytime because I'm still high from those pods
As I was telling fic wife, there's a significance to Boris' hobby of 'biscuit making' for me since whisker biscuit is one of my favorite euphemisms for the quim/vulva, yet she hasn't heard it before. Maybe it's a Gen X thing, but yeah, this is a layer of the storytelling maybe everyone missed.
Or maybe it was that I lived and grew up in my own special pod with equally perverted friends -- we were children who were preoccupied with sex -- one of which I am still FB friends with. This is 42 years of it for her, a little longer for me because my mother would always turn my first grade ass loose in Waldenbooks and instead of reading kiddie books (I uh...I learned to read really early) I would find the filthiest shit like the "Tasteless Jokes" series (I collected them ALL and they were full of politically incorrect (racist, homophobic, misogynistic, dead baby, etc.) jokes that would make you all blanch)...and my mother would just pay for it without even bothering to look at what I was getting (it's how I got my beloved "Story of O" around 9 years old 🫠). Bitch owed it to me, she never cared more than what was necessary. And she was fucking mean to me.
Anyway I DIGRESS.
Boris 'makes biscuits'. Winnie has one. Mmhmmmm I smell Fill It Black puns and fic coming my way...now that I'm home I can work on the MG fic and make more cuties and shit. Jesus...that post earlier. I'm still kind of in that headspace, but now I'm safely at home. Can't wait to write on this shit. It works! And I'm a huge stoner.
This was basically me, but I was sweating and had my big Wednesday tote choking my neck
I was seeing things all the way home. 😵💫✨
Also my pup carrier is a front pack that allows her to stay seated, but AI can only do so much. That is what she looks like.
#personal#update#miller's girl#fill it black#winnie x boris#winnie black x boris fillmore#danger danger high voltage#winnie black#boris fillmore#gideon adlon#bashir salahuddin#miller's girl fan fiction
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Queen of Ice [Ryota x OC] Chapter 8
Covered in sweat, I walked through the front door the next morning. I shuffled into the living room and saw Mr Mochizuki in the kitchen. He stared at me, wide-eyed.
“Were you... at the gym?” he asked, eyeing my clothes.
“Dance studio, technically. But same principle I guess.” I shrugged.
“You must have been up pretty early, then,” he mused, a small smile playing on his lips.
I blinked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never even realised.”
“Realised what?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I go to the dance studio every morning.”
“Except when you oversleep.” The grin he gave me was playful.
“No, actually, I went that day. I just fell asleep again after I got back.” I shrugged. Then I noticed what he was doing. “What’s with the pancakes?”
“Figured something a little more breakfast-y would be nice for a change.”
I eyed the pancakes. “Kind of elaborate, but okay.” With the pancakes, there was a light salad, soup and fruit cups. Even café au lait.
“I call it the Mochizuki Special. Now pull up a chair, and eat my special.”
I chuckled. “Can you give me a minute to change first?” I didn’t bother waiting for an answer before going to my room to change out of my sweaty clothes.
“Slather my special delight in my jam, too. That’ll make it even better!” he said when I sat down at the table. I pulled up my nose.
“Hard pass.” I found him scratching nervously at his nest of tangled hair. “What?”
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday.” I looked down at the food.
I sighed. “I’m not interested in empty apologies,” I replied coldly.
“Haruka.”
I slowly looked up at him. “I’m not trying to be rude. I’m sure you’re sorry about the way you handled it, but you’re not sorry about what you said, because you were right. I forgot myself. It wasn’t my place to inquire about your personal life and your past.”
“It’s cool. Water under the bridge.” I didn’t answer as I picked up a fork.
“So, what would you like on your pancakes? Honey, maple syrup? Jam?”
“How about all of the above?”
“Good, because that’s what I was gonna do, anyway.” He smiled in an attempt to make the atmosphere lighter.
“I was being sarcastic. I’m not rearing to get diabetes, thanks.”
He chuckled. “I thought you’d say something like that.”
I shrugged. “So? What are your plans for today?” I asked before shoving a piece of pancake into my mouth.
“Video games,” he replied.
“Didn’t you play games all day yesterday?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I want to do it again today. I’m not even close to being done. Wanna join me?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks. I have plans with Eito today.” I finished my breakfast and put the plates in the sink. “Thanks for the pancakes. They were really good; not too sweet.”
After school the next day, I stared at the mark on my practice math test. I had only scored a sixty. No surprise there, I supposed. I could barely concentrate and I didn’t finish the test in time. I remembered what Mr. Mochizuki said before the test.
“If you can’t score high enough on this test, it’ll be tough to pass the midterm with a ninety.”
I reviewed the test, but I didn’t take anything in. Then I heard a thud from outside the classroom. I looked up. Eito was the only one with me.
“What was that?” I asked. Eito shrugged. I stood up and exited the class to see what was going on. In the hallway I found Sato and Mr. Mochizuki talking. I arched an eyebrow at them, but went back into the class.
“What was it?” Eito asked quietly.
“Dunno. Just found Sato talking to Mochizuki,” I said, my voice flat.
“Sato, huh…” Eito mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“Why is Sato taking remedial classes?” Eito asked.
“How the hell should I know? Why don’t ask him?”
“He’s always staring at you,” Eito said. I shrugged. I wasn’t particularly bothered by things that happened all the time anyway.
“I bombed that test today,” I muttered as soon as I got home that day.
“Because you didn’t manage your time properly. That bad habit of yours rears its ugly head once again,” Mr Mochizuki told me.
“It never happens on other tests…” I said.
“Look, if you don’t want to give up, then you’ve got to suck it up and push through. Med school is gonna kick your butt if you’re not driven. You’ve got a dream to realise, so there are only two options: go big or go home.”
“That’s what I’ve been doing. What, you think I haven’t been trying?”
“Then you’re not trying hard enough.”
“How can you say that?” I stood up, fuming.
“Hey. Can you honestly say you’re giving 110 percent? Can you?”
I snorted derisively and sneered at him. “Like I want to hear that from someone who gave up in his so-called dream. Sorry I can’t be oh-so perfect like you.” I lashed out, my voice carrying an icy edge to it I hadn’t heard from myself in a while. I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut.
I ran my hand through my hair. Talk about being an ice queen. He didn’t deserve that. I was angry because he was talking the truth, and I hated it. I was the one who wanted to fight the odds and aim for med school. He was only trying to help. I hadn’t been working as hard as I knew I could. It wasn’t his fault. Unable to sit around any longer, I headed for the kitchen for some water when I noticed light seeping through Mr Mochizuki’s door. I poked my head in and found him preparing for his lessons tomorrow. He was up late working… He was working so hard, doing everything he possibly could… How could I have said something so cruel to him? Gave up on his dream? He wasn’t someone who would do that for no reason. Attacking something like that…
He wouldn’t be the teacher he was if he didn’t work hard. Always thinking about his students, staying up late to prepare for classes. I owed him an apology. I remembered how he played to his strengths when he wanted to apologise to me, and I decided to do the same. I brewed some cocoa and took it to his room.
“Hey,” I said softly as I knocked on his door.
“You’re still up? Get to bed or you’ll sleep right through your alarm tomorrow,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m… really sorry about what I said earlier. I lashed out and that was unfair of me. You did nothing wrong.” My lip quivered and I bit it.
“Felt good to get all that off your chest, though, didn’t it? We can’t carry the weight of those kinda feelings around with us all the time.” How could he be so cool with this? Not only did I yell at him, but I also attacked something that was obviously very fragile to him. He was always so understanding, so accepting… Felt good? No, it didn’t. It felt like crap. I didn’t say anything that I really felt. I looked down and noticed some clump in his hands.
“What are you doing?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Oh, this? Just a charm I’m making for the soccer club. It’s nothing special… Just a little prayer to help them win.”
“That’s… kinda sweet, actually.”
“I was gonna make each of the guys a soccer ball, and stitch their number on it.” My eyes widened. “What?”
“Don’t tell me that’s supposed to be a soccer ball.”
“That was the plan, anyway, yeah?” I raised my eyebrows. “You don’t see it? You’ve got the black and white bits here, and then you sew them… Erk! Damn it.”
“Prick yourself?” I walked over to him and put the mugs down on his bedside table.
“No, just grazed it.” He looked away.
“Don’t even bother trying to hide it. I see right through you.”
“Psh, I’m a man… and it takes more than a little needle prick to hurt me. Here, now look. Doesn’t that look like a soccer ball to you?” He held up his shoddily sewn black and white monstrosity.
“No, it looks like a rice ball.”
“There are rice balls shaped like soccer balls, I’ll have you know.”
“That isn’t one of them.”
“Just, look with your heart, not your eyes.”
I sighed. “Give me that, Pocahontas.” I snatched it out of his hand.
“Hey! I can sew just fine.”
“The state of your project speaks louder than anything you could say.”
“Right, sorry. I think I’ve met my match with this sorta stuff.”
“You need to be more precise about cutting. Soccer balls have a very specific pattern.” I spoke as I tried making a decent soccer ball for him. “A 3D one may be a little tough; I can do it, but it takes a lot of time. If you’re good with a flat charm, this ought to do it.”
“Wow, colour me impressed.” I shrugged. “Haruka… Would you, uh, mind helping me? If I were left to my own devices, I’d end up making a bunch of rice balls.”
“What did you think I was doing?” I asked, brushing off the astonishment I felt at him turning to me for help.
“You’re a lifesaver. Seriously.”
“Can you iron the number patches on?”
“I can do that much.” He smiled broadly. Together we continued making the little soccer charms.
“We only have three more to go,” I said.
“We might actually be able to get through all of ‘em tonight.”
“If only you’d come to me sooner.”
“I couldn’t have asked you to help; you’re not part of the soccer team. Besides, I just…” He stopped himself from saying more.
“Don’t like relying on people?” You’re just like me.
“Well, yeah. I’m a never-say-die kind of guy. But…” he trailed off.
“But?” I urged him to go on.
“Working with you has been pretty fun.” The iron in his hand, he turned a big smile on me. My stomach somersaulted, despite myself. “Can’t even remember the last time I stayed up late with someone, chatting… Probably not since I was in high school myself, working on the school festival.” That big, innocent smile was one I’d never see in school. I was happy that he was enjoying hanging out with me. We continued working for several hours after that and before I knew it, I was asleep on his couch.
When I groggily opened my eyes the next morning, I found my teacher fast asleep next to the table, cheek resting in the crook of his arm. It was a bit of a thrill thinking how I spent the night in his room with him. My eyes fell on him once more. Sleeping like that, he was going to wake up with the worst bedhead. I was reaching for his hair when he shifted, his head finding my shoulder. I froze, unsure of what to do with this new, sexy weight. I could feel his heat through the thin fabric of our clothes. For a moment, I imagined what it would be like if I could snuggle with him, his arms wrapped around me. The thought made me want to slap myself. I poked his forehead.
“Hey. Wake the hell up.”
He opened his eyes drowsily. “Hm? Oh, sorry about that.”
“Hmph. Be thankful I didn’t push you to the floor.” Realising what I just said, I raised a finger. “That came out wrong.” He snapped back from me, to sit up straight in his seat.
“What’re you staring at?” he asked.
A mischievous smirk spread over my face. “You’re cute when you sleep.”
“So I’m ugly awake?” He jabbed a finger into my forehead. Damn, he wasn’t even frazzled. “I don’t think you’ve got the time to be clowning around right now.” I looked at my watch. “Alright, let’s hurry and get ourselves ready.”
“Don’t forget to take the charms today. I don’t want all that hard work wasted,” I said.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll make sure to bring them.”
“Mind if I keep this?” I pointed to his disaster of an attempted charm.
“If you want it, it’s all yours,” he said.
I arrived at school bleary-eyed and sleep deprived. After lunch, I stepped outside for some fresh air and watched the soccer team from afar.
“Mochi, you made these charms?!”
“More or less…” Mr Mochizuki said.
“Damn, Mochi Stewart over here!”
“There’s no way we’re gonna lose our next game, now!” The players were elated with his gift.
For a moment his eyes met mine. Don’t tell, he mouthed to me. I smiled slightly, and I swore I could make out a smile on his face too. I found a charm dangling in front of me.
“You made these, didn’t you?” Eito asked.
“What makes you say that?” I asked nonchalantly.
“I know your handiwork.”
I smiled wryly. Eito knew everything about the stalker and my living with Mr Mochizuki. My teacher would probably throttle me if he knew I told someone, but there was no one I trusted more in this world than my cousin.
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i think i followed you Back In The Day, seven years and seven blogs ago, for something related to mass effect (zaeed? maybe? who could say) and it's wild to come back to this site years later and find you thriving, surviving, growing-- playing ffxiv! love that game. curious how you'll feel about some side characters in shadowbringers, but i won't spoil which ones.
i do have real questions, though; writing tools. not pens or software, but personal structure tools and/or guidance. what does a beat sheet look like, for you? do you have a favored way of outlining or note-taking on your own thoughts when putting a story together?
and... i'm really curious how you hold a big story together in your head while you work on it in pieces, especially for something like dangerous crowns. there's this larger story i've been chasing around for a while, and I can't quite wrap my head around how to write the political/espionage plot for it without feeling like i've actually written a children's pantomime. the best i've got so far is "research real life events and use those as my outline" but after a point it becomes hard to keep track of all the variables of who knows what about whom, who is planning x when y, etc, etc. the characters don't need to know all that-- and may never know some things-- but i feel like /I/ need to understand what's happening on the macro level so i can move the world around them appropriately.
short version: how do YOU wrap your head around writing complex plots?
hey, anon! i started endwalker this week after a long... uh... glamour detour, so don't worry about spoiling things. i spoil myself for a lot of stories on purpose anyway. let's just say i've been attached to one too many characters who got killed.
anyway. writing. i've always handled plots the same way: clear documentation. if i don't note it down, i'm not going to remember it. i've used the same table outline since around 2014. it varies in detail for different projects, but the core format stays. i know it's kicking around in my blog archive somewhere, but it's worth reposting once in a while because people like to ask about it. here's what it looks like, featuring plot points cribbed from an endeavour episode:
i used this format for an outline at work a while back, and the team found it easy to follow, which was a big day for my ego. keeping track of plot structure is even more chaotic at work because we have multiple writers who all need to stay on the same page. we have very meticulous notes on what the player should know at which point, when we're introducing new information, and what we know, but shouldn't tell. we're also not above leaving notes like "this character has to convey X," "this character has to learn Y here," or "this is a clue that they're planning Z." it can be super on-the-nose. all that matters is that it makes sense to you. because you're right - if you get too lost, you can write yourself into logic holes of tremendous proportions. ask me how i know!
[as a sidenote, researching real-life events as a starting point has really grown on me in the past few years. my lead on coh3 had me do it. he said we were dealing with real people's history, so we couldn't be cheap or play fastball - we had to be accurate to pay it respect. even if you're not writing historical fiction, it just gives you insight into how people behave.]
i would argue that the plot of dangerous crowns is actually not that complicated, maybe to its detriment. there's kind of a genre struggle going on. at voltage, we were taught romance fans came for the relationship beats and valued them above all else. in fact, leadership told us players got irritated - which meant less sales - when the plot was too complex and took time away from the making out. political thriller fans, by contrast, expect relentless twists, high stakes, and harsh consequences, and sometimes see the relationships as superfluous.
but whatever. the point is, when you look at dangerous crowns' structure, it's a pearl necklace: a chain of anchoring events. the "pearl" scenes are where Big Plot happens. they're the reason you want to write the story, and probably the ones you have the most vivid daydreams about. the scenes in between are the string. not flashy, but important because they connect the pearls. they build tension and add logic, cohesion, and context. take the opera and hector's failed assassination. those are pearl scenes. that's a burst of drama i really wanted the story to build up to. i also had other flashbulb visions. livia by the fountain questioning herself, marcus' macbeth moment, the temple riot, things like that. so the question was, how could i believably travel between these pearl scenes? how could i make these big showcase moments connect smoothly?
if you're having trouble holding the story together in your head, i would ask, "what are your pearls?" what are the anchor points? outline those. it might not look like a necklace yet, but you'll sort of see it taking shape. and then, once you can see where your heart's-desire milestones are, you'll have a clearer idea of what can't fire until you set it up first. two other neat things can happen here. you could find the rhythm of your pacing, or realize you have a lot more plot meat than you thought you did. even if you don't, you have some road. and if you can't think of the string, sometimes you just have to start writing the pearls and see what comes to you.
good luck!!
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I of course had to do this, as Monster High has been an important part of my life for... yeah, over 10 years now. As a queer, disabled (mental and physical), arab, nonbinary ghoul who’s lived in Texas my whole life, this brand has been #1 in helping me accept myself and learn to love those around me. As my class ring reads, "be yourself, be unique, be a monster" has been the words l've lived by for a thrilling 13 years, and if my school did senior quotes, mine would probably be something like: “and for the very first time, they finally liked who they were looking at”.
Identifying myself so close to Frankie Stein has helped me as well, especially in these high school years. When I was younger, I always thought I’d become Jane Boolittle or Robecca Steam (surprisingly), but as I got into my freshman year, I realized that Frankie was who I wanted to be. Though many people may not like her (G1 referral), she was a happy, science-loving ghoul who was nice to everyone no matter what, even those who did not take her seriously. She always kept a smile on her face and wanted nothing more than to help her friends, have fun, and be herself. That’s what I wanted to be, and that’s how I made it—even with all the negative energy in my electric brain that I can not fix.
And it’s not just the fab fictional creatures that have helped me, it’s also the voltageous friends I’ve made along the way because of it. I’ve made friends in cosplayers online, fans in my theatre class, and even the members in the subreddit have been some of the NICEST people I’ve ever met. And in fact, because of posting about Monster High online, I’ve met my future roommates, and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for; hell, he was a Jackson cosplayer. Perfect, isn’t it?!
So with me graduating in my freaky fashion, and Garrett Sander himself conbatulating me on doing so, this is Frankie Z, taking their limb-dropping bow from “V” High School—but never will I be leaving Monster High! ⚡️💚
#monster high#frankie stein#monster high cosplay#frankie stein cosplay#mh frankie#they them#mh#frankie stein makeup#disabled cosplayer#monster high 2022#class of 2023#grad cap#be yourself be unique be a monster#13 wishes#graduation#lgbt
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ugh! I'm hit again... stuck by how beautiful this scene is!
for some reason it makes me think of Eiichi from RMD. It just... it's so touching that someone wants you to live, someone wants to live for you, when you've given up on the future... Eiichi's story came first in 2020, but later on from the JP trailers I knew what to expect from Sebas route in Ikevamp. I got a sense of deja vu, but I know it's not the same. Both games, both the contexts, the backdrop and the MCs and LIs are different, but the essential point is that both Sebas and Eiichi have given up on their respective futures owing to their illnesses. They are ready to succumb until MC urges them to look for rainbows in the sky not just stare at stormy rain clouds. Sebas gets to beat his illness soon as this story is set in "fantasy" setting than RMD's that is contemporary, but it still moves my heart. So yeah... I guess I'm weak to this kinda sentiment, but the truth remains that it's too beautiful and bittersweet.
Quoting Eiichi and RMD is out of context, I know. Most Ikemen fans who've never played the Voltage's paid title wouldn't get my point but I just had to write down my feelings. Eiichi, Sebas... I love you both! You guys should live on and continue to look forward to the future! At the end of this rant, the logical part of my brain was questioning me: are you really saying that to a 2D otome character, but as an avid fiction reader, I have always been at a far-off place where I don't even have the need to answer that question, lol
#otome#ikevamp sebastian#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#mastunaga eiichi#ikemen series#otome rants#romance md: always on call
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-RULES AND REGULATIONS-
“What’s about to happen should be painless, if you do what I say.”
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REQUESTS THAT WILL BE DENIED:
-Any form of incest, whether they’re related physically or emotionally, and that goes for both sexual and romantic asks.
-Any kind of adult/child relationships, it doesn’t matter how old the characters actually is, if they look like a child, I will not write them romantically or sexually with a adult looking character.
-Unsavoury topics such as, but not limited to:
-Non-Con.
-Physical abuse.
-Mental abuse, (Yandere characters are excused from this rule, since it’s known to be bad.)
-Kinks such as, but not limited to, Knife play, gun play, non-con play, extreme blood play and age play.
-Any form of sexual age regression, as previously mentioned, age play is strictly forbidden in my asks, but I’m willing to do platonic/romantic caretakers as long as it stays clean!
I’m allowed to deny any request that makes me feel uncomfortable even if it finds a loophole in my rules.
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REQUESTS THAT WILL BE ACCEPTED.
-NSFW head-cannons and fan-fiction, if they adhere to the rules up above.
-Anonymous asks, I understand some like their privacy.
-Romantic asks, whether it’s a canon or fanon ship of two characters on the show, or a /reader ask, it’ll be accepted!
-Platonic asks, again, whether it’s canon, fanon, or reader/Oc’s!
-AU’s, have a certain idea in mind for a character? I’m happy to add it in if you spill the juicy details, there’s no such thing as a too long ask, I’d read a novel long ask of your amazing idea.
-Imagine asks or react head-cannons, if you have a certain situation in mind, and would like to see how certain character/characters would react, don’t be afraid to ask, just specify which ones.
-I will do readers of all genders, or no gender if that’s what you want! I personally identify as non-binary (bigender, they/them) so this is a very safe space if you want a trans or nonbinary reader.
-There isn’t much I won’t do, but again, if I feel uncomfortable writing something, do not pressure me or spam me to do it, I am a person too!
-This was sent into a request, it was monster fucking, that will remain a grey area as some are more unsavoury than others, just send in your ask and I’ll decide then.
-If you find your request falls into a grey area, or you just aren’t sure, go ahead and ask anyway! I won’t get upset, if I decide I don’t like it than I will update my rules for better clarity.-
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FANDOMS I AM WILLING TO WRITE FOR:
This list will update constantly, I am always consuming content and getting over certain things, so don’t think of this as written in stone.
-THE OWL HOUSE.-
-LOVESTRUCK VOLTAGE-
-SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH SUNNY DAY JACK-
(GO TO MY ALT ACCOUNT @unholycringebirther)
-MY DEAR HATCHET MAN-
-YOUR BOYFRIEND (GAME)-
-JOHN DOE (GAME)-
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FIN.
“Try to stay out of trouble, the emperor is not a merciful man.”
#rules#rules and regulations#the owl house#lovestruck voltage#lovestruck#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#swwsdj#sunny day jack#john doe#john doe game#my dear hatchet man#mdhm#your boyfriend game#havenfall is for lovers
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About Me/Why Did I Make This Account
I started playing otome games when I was fairly young (around 13 years old). This was one of my biggest hobbies and obsessions for almost four years of my life.
All of my birthday and Christmas money went towards these games, but they were also a sort of secret that I only told those closest to me about. Looking back I don’t understand why I was so scared to tell people I like otome games, even though I told just about anyone about my love for anime, manga, vocaloid, books, and fan fiction. Maybe it’s because I was worried my parents would find out and be horrified, but I really don’t think any of them were too bad.
In my peak of playing as a teen I had spent well over $400 on mobile otome games, although I mainly tried to find free ones since I was young and broke. I play just about every free otome game I could get my hands on from 2013 to late 2017. My favorites were ones from Voltage Inc., I loved them so much that I spent majority of that $400 on these games. I also ruined my already pretty pathetic sleep schedule in high school to play Mystic Messenger for about a year straight.
However, around that time I slowly stopped playing. It wasn’t because my love of the games and these stories faded, but rather I finally got a irl boyfriend to obsess over in real time, so I naturally just played less and less. Because of this I missed the memo Voltage was deleting all their individual apps to instead have one mega app (Love 365). So when I tried logging in to show my boyfriend my “hidden hobby” only to find my $400 worth of games gone forever because I was just shy of the deadline, it broke me and I gave up on them for a long time.
This brings me to the present, I’m 22 about to be 23 in a month or so, and that first boyfriend is now my husband. I’m happy, but I really started to miss the otome games of my youth. They brought me so much joy and comfort in my darkest and most awkward years. It was sad to think I hadn’t played these games I loved so much in years, and I just wanted to relive the games that got me through so much. It’s so comforting and nostalgic. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a story and some romance. If I can watch romance anime and read romance novels, why can’t I play these games again? Especially since I’m actually the age of the target demographic now!
So I picked it up and started slowly getting back all the games I had lost. I started playing again and it felt amazing, it was like running into an old friend who you’ve missed for years, but could never seem to reach out to.
With all that said, I really wanted a place to share my thoughts as I revisit these games I used to love, as well as for ones I’ve never played. I’m so excited and just wanted a place to share. If you are interested feel free to follow, otherwise I’ll just post here to the void.
#otome#english otome#mystic messenger#otome game#voltage otome#voltage inc#love 365#ramblings#dating sim
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Court of Darkness: Wedding Head Cannons (Toa and Guy)
Below are short stories of what I imagine Toa and Guy’s wedding would be like with the MC—MC’s name is Carla in all the stories. All stories take place after book one on the English server. (Not sure if these would follow cannon from the Japanese server...oops if they don’t).
I will be posting future wedding head cannons for the other princes as well.
Bonus: Within Guy and Toa’s stories, Roy and Fenn make appearances!
TOA
Toa, Carla, and Knight stand inside a greenhouse. Toa holds one of Carla’s hands and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, cold fingers lingering on her cheek.
“Carla, this is not what I imagined for this day for us, but—“
“Toa.” Carla wraps her free hand around his waist. “Don’t apologize. We have each other, now and always. That’s more than enough.” His heart constricts at her trust and love for him. He cannot help but want to touch her, to make sure he is not dreaming—his fingers trace her jawline, causing her to shiver.
“As long as I have you, I shall not want more.” He lowers his head to kiss her. Knight quickly looks away with an embarrassed squeak.
Carla had never been truly accepted by the Qelsum court. Idina certainly had not. She came up with test after test for Carla to pass to prove her worthiness to be Toa’s paramour. His father was indifferent, thinking of Carla as nothing more than a bedwarmer for his heir; he allowed Idina’s trials, assuming Carla would prove her inability to the court soon enough. Toa knew Carla’s power could not be exposed to them yet as it could shake the foundations of Saligia (and, he had not been given permission from the Headmaster to do so). But he would not yield to his family’s demands. He would sacrifice anything to keep her at his side. So he would force their hand in a secret marriage.
“I meant to ask earlier. Why did you want to get married here Toa?”
He sighs quietly, hoping what he says would make sense. “It’s complicated. From my earliest years, I was molded by countless tutors and my family for my future role as king, learning all topics pertaining to magic, politics, and manners. Often, I was scolded for being too soft, too weak. As punishment, I was locked out of the castle overnight numerous times.”
“That’s awful.” Carla’s eyes water; she nestles her head against Toa’s chest, holding him close.
“At the time I did not question it. I simply waited until the allotted time passed. Often, I came to this greenhouse to wait.”
“So wouldn’t this place hold bad memories for you then?”
“In many ways, yes. I was a lonely boy who craved respect and affirmation. That boy grew into a lonely man who demanded respect and perfection, until you came into my life.” Toa paused, and looked deeply into Carla’s eyes. “I wanted to replace those memories with something more precious; tell my younger self, the boy who waited all those hours in this greenhouse, that one day he would stand beside a woman worthy of love and worth defying his family for.”
“Toa…” Carla squeezes her arms around Toa. She looks up at him with a smile bordering on angelic. “Let’s make some new memories then.”
Toa nods with conviction to Knight, who brings out a priest vetted to not be under the influence of his family. The priest says hesitantly, “We need two witnesses to make this wedding official. Where is your second?”
Knight had assured Toa the previous evening someone else would arrive. Knight looks up nervously and says, “You may be surprised who’s here.”
“Toa! Treasure!” Toa’s eyes widen in shock as Fenn jaunts in, cane twirling in hand. “I wouldn’t missing this event for anything!”
“Fenn,” Toa looks at Fenn and then Knight disapprovingly. “You are not allowed outside the Island.”
“It’s been approved by the Headmaster,” Knight said quickly. “I’m to accompany Fenn back to Colde immediately after the ceremony.”
“Knight would be in the way of your wedding night anyways. Or, maybe not?” Fenn laughs cheekily. He notes the glare on Toa’s face before continuing. “I suggested to Knight I come here. It may be beneficial for you to have a prince as a second witness.”
Toa ponders Fenn’s words. For all his frivolousness and frippery, Fenn is a keen observer of human nature and politics at large. It would be hard for his family to deny the validity of this marriage if it were backed up by another prince. And to his surprise, he could not imagine asking any of the other princes to be at his wedding besides Fenn. Maybe Lynt, but the tension behind this ceremony would make the peace seeking Akedian nervous.
Toa nods, grateful for Fenn’s insight.
“May I begin?” The priest asks.
“One more thing!” Fenn pulls a blue coved book from his satchel. He hands the book to Toa and Carla.
“It looks like a book from my favorite author,” murmurs Toa. “But it’s a book I am unfamiliar with.”
“I…am acquainted with the author.” Fenn smirks slightly. Toa and Carla did not know the romance books Toa loves are actually written by Fenn under a pen name. “I had a talk with him. Look inside.”
Carla turns the front cover and shows the first page to Toa. In it are the words “And they lived happily ever after.” The pages after that are blank.
“If any people deserve a happy ending, it’s you two.” Fenn drops his usual teasing tone. “How you achieve that ending is up to you. But this ceremony is the beginning of that story.” He pauses, and quirks his mouth. “I’m sure the author would agree with me.”
“Fenn,” Toa pauses, too moved to say anything.
“Thank you Fenn.” Carla touches Fenn’s shoulder.
“Now may I begin?” asks the priest.
“Please,” Toa and Carla say in unison.
“Here, here!” Knight cries.
“To the beginning of your new life.” Fenn smirks, taking the book from Carla’s hand. Unbeknownst to the couple, he starts writing in it, describing the ceremony. Knight looks questioningly at Fenn.
“Don’t worry, dear Knight. I won’t write about their wedding night. Well, not too much anyways.” He winks.
GUY
Two weeks before his wedding, Guy sits in a luxurious chair in his room. Across from him on a settee sits Roy.
“How go your preparations for the wedding Master Guy?”
Guy grumbles and stares at the ground. “I do not comprehend her at times.”
Roy looks at Guy questioningly. “I am afraid I do not understand.”
“Everything is going as expected.” Jasper stands in front of a table and pours two cups of Avarian coffee. “But there are two pressing matters that Master Guy would ask your assistance with.”
“Gladly. How might I help?”
“As you know, the ceremony will be a traditional Avarian wedding held in front of the entire Avari court,” says Jasper smoothly. “But Miss Carla asked for one element from her realm to be incorporated into the ceremony.” Jasper smiles and looks at a scowling Guy. “She has asked that Master Guy write his own vows.”
“I can provide her anything she desires,” mutters Guy. “Buy her any object she seeks. But why ask this?”
Roy and Jasper share a smile. “I believe Miss Carla wishes to hear you declare your love for her,” says Roy. “That means more than anything you can obtain for her.” Roy pauses for a moment. “But how does that relate to my assistance?”
Guy stares at Roy, inarticulate. Finally, after a moment, he says “I do not know what she wants me to say Roy. Or how to do it in front of the court. Write my vows.”
Roy gasps quietly, shocked at the request. “You’re more capable at this kind of flowery speech than me,” Guy admits.
“With all due respect Master Guy, it is not my place to do so. Miss Carla wishes to hear your feelings for her, not my interpretation of them.” Guy scowls. “But,” Roy goes on, “I can help you write what is already in your heart.”
“Can you truly help with that?” Guy’s eyes flash with a bit of hope.
“I will endeavor to meet your expectations.” Roy nods to Guy, taking a sip of coffee. “What was the second item?”
Jasper coughs. “At the ceremony, Aquia and Zev will be standing at the alter with Master Guy.” He looks to Guy, to see if he will make the request himself. Hearing nothing, Jasper continues. “He would like a third person to be there with him. You.”
Roy is shocked again. “Of, of course. I will be there as an Invidian representative.”
“No.” Guy cuts Roy off. “Not a representative. As my…” The words trail into an embarrassed silence. Roy’s cheeks turn pink, not knowing what Guy means.
Jasper quirks his mouth at the two princes. “After all these years, you still cannot say what you mean to one another.” He takes the empty coffee cup from Guy’s hand and looks intently at Roy. “Master Guy wants you at the ceremony. As his friend.”
Roy’s eyes are wide as saucers. He looks to Guy, expecting him to contradict his valet, or smirk at some unknown joke between them. Guy looks uncomfortably back at Roy. “Well, will you?” His voice falters slightly. Not a command, a request.
Roy nods, still in partial shock. “Yes, of course. As…your friend.” He smiles upon uttering the word friend. Guy inclines his head slightly. “Let us uncover what is in your heart for Miss Carla.”
“Hmmmm,” grumbles Guy.
“Hopefully it’s more than just that,” quips Jasper.
…
Two weeks later, Guy stands in a finely tailored red and black suit at an alter besides Carla. The entire Avari court is in attendance. The priest pauses his grandiose speech.
“And now his Highness will speak vows written by his own hand.”
The crowd whispers in surprise. Personal vows have never been a part of Avari royal weddings. Despite the trepidation Guy feels in saying his vows, he fought his father and grandfather repeatedly for the right to say them. It was the one thing Carla requested. And she would have it.
Guy turns to Carla, holding her hands. He stares wide-eyed. She is breathtaking. No one can match the power of her beauty. He gulps before continuing.
“Carla, you are unlike any woman I know. You…” he pauses, eyes flashing quickly to his right. Behind him, standing tall are his brothers Aquia and Zev, and Roy. Roy, sensing Guy’s nerves, brings a hand to his face to ostensibly scratch his cheek. He hides his lips from the audience and mouths Go on, Master Guy. Roy winks and smiles.
So Roy is as impertinent as Jasper. Guy sighs ruefully. He turns back to Carla.
“You are exactly what Avari needs. What I need. You are wise, determined, and tireless. Your loyalty is unerring; your bravery is unquestioned. Reckless you are, Carla. But even that I love about you. Anyone who questions you and your place by my side will have to answer to me.” He tears his eyes from Carla and looks to the crowd, staring daggers at several courtiers who have made Carla’s life less than pleasant. He turns back to Carla, and places a hand on her cheek.
“I could never love another as I love you. You glitter more than any Avarian jewel. You consume me and my thoughts. I will spend the rest of my life becoming worthy of you.”
Carla holds back tears. She puts a hand over the hand on her cheek. She whispers so the crowd cannot hear her.
“I love you too Guy. You consume my thoughts as well.”
Guy smiles and says quietly. “Good. I’ll ensure your thoughts are all on me tonight.”
Carla blushes but retorts, “Not if I consume yours first.”
#court of darkness#fan fiction#guy avari#toa qelsum#fenn luxure#roy invidia#wedding fan fic#voltage otome#headcanon#love 365
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Cutscenes #29
Breakout Stars
“What is it, Mama?” Juniper inquired, sitting up too in curiosity.
“I’m not sure darling,” Barb responded with a slight head tilt, now sliding off her mattress to stand up. It was then that she heard something like a gasp and a low thud, making her and her daughter stay still as they waited and stared outside their cell to see what happened next. A moment later, the sound of shuffling and footsteps came as an unknown figure came into view.
“Oh good, you’re still awake. I was worried I’d have to be rude and wake you,” the intruder in disguised charmingly spoke, flashing a pleased smile. The two women looked at each other, then back at the man just outside their cell; they continued to watch as they saw him grab the bars and easily swing it open, much to their amazement. Chris then stepped in and quietly showed that he had their outfits before informing the dancers, “These will be returned to you shortly once we’re free of this place. Congratulations ladies. I’ve been tasked by my boss to present you with an extraordinary opportunity at freedom and potential employment, but we must move on now or else their will be…undesired consequences.” His tone was polite and enticing enough, but the underlying threat of trouble, either from the guards or this man’s boss they weren’t sure and that was enough to make them go with him.
Here’s the link for AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37997185
#big hero 6#bh6#bh6 the series#big hero 6 the series#big hero six the series#fan fiction#fanfic#ao3#High Voltage#juniper#barb#disney#disney xd#disney channel#chris#bh6 chris#bh6 juniper#bh6 barb#;_;#yeah this doesn't have a happy ending#O_O
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Scones & Secret Feelings
Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - "Event” Story
Chapter 2
Rating: General
Main Characters: MC, Sherry Invidia, Roy Invidia
After realizing you have a crush on one of your close friends, you find yourself in a situation you would’ve never expected...
A story that Voltage is too much of a coward to give us!
| Chapter 1 | >>Chapter 2<< | Chapter 3 | Last Chapter | Epilogue | Other Works/Content |
I didn’t have the heart to tell her how awful it was, so I pretended like my soul wasn’t dying inside and ate the whole scone.
Unfortunately, this means I was unable to eat a single one of Grayson’s delicious scones.
(Ahh, the sacrifices we make for love…)
Sherry: You're drinking a lot of tea today, MC!
MC: Haha, I guess I'm just thirsty today!
(I’m still trying to wash away the aftertaste...!)
Sherry: Would you like another scone? There’s plenty left!
MC: Oh, um, no thank you!
Sherry: There’re so many left over…you and Roy only ate one each, and then I ate Grayson’s scones to make sure there’d be plenty for you two to eat…
MC: Ahaha, sorry, I just wasn’t super hungry today after all!
Sherry: It’s okay! But then Roy also ate only Grayson’s scones since he said that you wanted to eat mine instead…
MC: …Did he, now?
I cast a suspicious glance over at Roy and he just smiles in response.
MC: …
(“Perfect Prince” my ass! I’m looking at a backstabbing traitor right now!)
(Wah…Grayson’s scones…I’m so sorry I didn’t get to devour any of you!!)
I silently lament my loss of a scone-eating-opportunity.
Sherry: Hmm…I wonder what I should do with all these extra scones? Maybe I should share some with Rio…?
MC: No!! Don’t do that!!
(Poor Rio doesn’t deserve that!)
Sherry: Hm? Why not?
Sherry tilts her head in confusion at my somewhat passionate response.
MC: Ummm…
MC: B-Because I…I wanted to take the rest of them back to my dorm…?
Sherry: Oh, I see! You could have said so earlier!
Sherry’s face lights up with a huge smile and I feel my heart do a little backflip in my chest.
Sherry: Hehe, I’m delighted to know that you enjoyed them so much!
Sherry excitedly runs over to Grayson and begins arranging the scones in a small box for me
(Aw man, now I REALLY can't tell her how they actually tasted…)
I see Roy walking towards me.
MC: Hey! Roy, I can’t believe yo-
Roy: Do you have a gown for the upcoming ball?
Before I’m able to properly go off on him, he cuts me off with a sudden question.
MC: The ball? What ball are y–ohhh, that one…
Next weekend, after midterms are over, there’s going to be a ball to celebrate.
I had never thought of midterms as something to throw a party over, personally, but it seems that Concordia will find any reason to throw a party.
MC: Yeah, so, I kinda totally forgot about the ball, if we’re being honest. I’ve been too focused on studying…
Roy: It sounds like a break would serve you well then.
Roy: Would you by chance be interested in going into town tomorrow after lectures?
MC: To go dress shopping? Yeah, sure, that sounds fun!
(Dress shopping with Roy and Sherry? That sounds way better than sitting in my room trying to study.)
Roy: Wonderful. Shall we meet by the school gates around 7:30pm?
MC: Sounds like a plan to me!
Roy: I shall be looking forward to it then.
~~
I walk into my room to discover a very pitiful looking winged cat.
Robin: Nnn...welcome back….Milady…
MC: Robin, are you alright??
Robin: My tummy hurts…
MC: Oh no, what happened?
Robin: I think...I ate something funny…earlier...
(Why do I have a bad feeling about this…?)
MC: What was this “funny” thing you ate, exactly…?
Robin: Well I was playing with Master Knight in the courtyard when a yummy looking scone fell from the sky…!
MC: And…?
Robin: And Master Knight said to leave it alone…he said “Don’t eat weird things that fall from the sky!”
MC: ...but?
Robin: But it looked so yummy! So I ate it...but now my tummy hurts…
(Goddammit Roy.)
MC: Well...you should listen to Knight next time he tells you not to do something, okay? He was right, you shouldn't eat things that fall out of the sky.
Robin: Nnghh…okay, Milady, I won’t…
Robin’s eyes light up as he eyes the box in my hands.
Robin: Oh! Did Milady bring home scones??
(Well, he sure perked up real fast.)
MC: No, don’t touch these. They’re not food.
(I need to figure out the safest way to dispose of these…)
(Maybe I can give them to Rio after all, as fertilizer?)
–
The next day…
I arrive at the gates at about 7:35pm.
MC: I am so sorry I’m late!!
Out of breath, I bow my head in apology.
MC: I hope you weren’t waiting here too long because of me…
Roy: Not at all. I only just arrived a few minutes ago myself.
MC: Really? Well, that’s good then…
I had actually arranged things so that I would arrive ten minutes early, but then my brain decided it was time to have a major crisis over what to wear.
MC: Hey…wait…
I notice the lack of somebody’s presence and scan the area.
MC: Where’s Sherry at?
Roy: In the refectory with Rio, I believe.
Roy: Shall we be off?
MC: …Wait, so Sherry isn’t coming with us?
Roy: No…I thought it might be nice to spend some time with just the two of us.
Roy: Does the thought of time alone with me displease you?
MC: What-, no! Not at all! I just thought Sherry would be coming along with us, that’s all.
(Darn. I dressed up all cute and everything!)
Roy: I see. Also, I wished to tell you that I believe your outfit today makes you look even more charming than usual.
MC: Oh, uh, thanks…
Of course, I appreciate Roy’s compliment, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to hear one from Sherry instead.
(...I’ve really got it bad for this girl, don’t I?)
The thought makes me blush and I look away awkwardly.
Roy: Hmm? Whatever may you be thinking of?
MC: N-Nothing!!
Roy: Oh?
I start walking towards the carriage in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.
MC: Umm, let’s get going, haha!
~~
Once we step out of the carriage–
MC: Hey wait, Roy, I thought the dress shop was the other way?
Roy: We have a bit of time before the shop closes, so I thought that perhaps we could enjoy some tea and cake before choosing a gown?
MC: Oooh, cake? Sign me up!
Roy: Let us be off then.
Roy gently places my hand on his arm as if escorting me.
MC: Um…?
Roy: So that we do not get separated by accident.
(It’s not that busy right now though…)
Roy: Unless this makes you uncomfortable?
MC: N-No, it’s okay…
(Come to think of it, I’ve never gone to town with Roy alone before.)
(So, maybe it’s just out of habit from his whole perfect prince act?)
Chalking it up to that, I decide to just go along with it instead of questioning it too much.
~~
Roy sits across from me while we both look at our menus.
(This low key kinda feels like a date…)
Not really sure what to do with myself, I point at something on the menu.
MC: Oh, the last time Sherry and I came here we got this limited edition Qelsan chocolate cake with the buttercream frosting!!
Chuckling at my probably obvious attempt to fill the silence, Roy smiles.
Roy: How was it?
MC: It was super good!! But it was also really super rich, so I’m really glad that Sherry and I were splitting it!
MC: Oh my gosh, I just remembered, while we were eating Sherry accidentally got frosting all over her face!
MC: But when she tried to wipe it off, she kept missing the spot!! It was so cute! Oh, and then she–
~~
MC: –ahh, but she seemed so serious I couldn’t even tease her about it!! It was so adorable! I didn't even know she was interested in that kind of thing!
MC: And then the other day she–
Roy: Haha, you certainly seem quite taken with my sister.
MC: W-What?? Do I??
Flustered by his sudden comment, I do my best to try and act natural.
MC: Ahaha, do I really seem that way?
Roy: Well, you have been talking quite enthusiastically about her nearly the entire time we’ve been here…
MC: Oh…whoops…
Roy: But I am very glad that she has found such a wonderful friend.
MC: R-Right. Friend…haha…
(I definitely don’t have romantic feelings for her or anything. Nope!)
(They’re strictly platonic. Just the normal feelings of gals being pals! Haha!)
MC: …
Although, really, one of the main things I’ve been worried about (outside of the obvious fear of ruining our friendship) is whether there’s social stigma about it.
I’d hate to cause Sherry to end up being criticized or shamed if we were to become paramours.
(Maybe I should ask Roy…)
MC: Say…Roy…
Roy: Yes, MC?
I know Fenn sleeps with anybody and everybody, regardless of gender, but that doesn’t really help tell me how this world views gay couples.
(Hmm, how do I go about bringing this up subtly…?)
MC: Um, so…you need to make an heir with someone, right?
Roy: ??!
Roy chokes on his tea.
MC: Whoa! Are you okay?! Do you need some water??
I push a glass of water towards Roy.
He takes a sip and then clears his throat.
Roy: A-Ahem…Pardon me…
Roy: Thank you for the water.
Roy: Now, um, what was it that you were saying?
MC: Well, since you’re the crown prince, it’s expected for you to have an heir, right?
Roy: Um, correct…
MC: Which would mean you’d need to marry someone you can have an heir with, right?
Roy: In theory, yes…
MC: So, what about Sherry?
Roy’s already confused expression shifts to one of alarm and mild horror.
Roy: I-I fear I am not quite following…
Roy: What about my sister, exactly?
MC: Like, is she expected to have an heir too?
Roy: Oh, so that is what you meant. Thank the Creator…
Roy sighs in relief.
MC: Huh? What did you think I meant?
Roy: Err, nothing…
(Weird, but okay I guess.)
MC: Yeah, so like is she expected to have kids to further the bloodline or something? Would she be looked down upon if she didn’t have kids?
Roy: I cannot say that is something that has been discussed, but I think it may depend on the reason.
MC: So, what if it was because of the person she marries?
Roy: As in they are infertile?
MC: Yeah, that, or…maybe if she was in a, um…gay relationship…?
Roy seems a bit surprised by my questions, and takes a moment before slowly responding.
Roy: …I suppose as long as she was happy, that would ultimately be what is important.
He looks at me inquisitively.
Roy: However, I am not certain why you are asking. Are you aware of something regarding my sister that I am not?
MC: Uhhh, no! Nothing like that! Was just wondering, haha!
Roy: I see…
~~
After finally going to the dress shop and choosing a gown, we arrive back at the academy.
When I get back to my dorm, I notice an envelope with my name on it that’s been wedged between the door and the doorframe.
(What is this?)
I open the envelope to see a note shakily written in red ink.
“I see how you’ve been cozying up to Roy lately. You’re trying to steal him all for yourself, aren’t you? He’s not yours! He belongs to everybody! You make me sick.”
(Ah. Great. Hate mail from Roy’s lovely fan club.)
I sigh as I continue reading the note.
“And don’t think you’re being sly by befriending Sherry to spend more time with Roy!! I see right through you!”
(Whoa, hold on here ladies. I think you’ve got something mixed up.)
(I’m not hanging out with Sherry to get close to your precious Roy!)
If anything, I’m hanging out with Roy to get closer to Sherry!
“I’m warning you! Stay away from Roy, OR ELSE!!!”
MC: Yeah, sure, whatever…
(Don’t these girls have anything better to do with their lives?)
Rolling my eyes, I rip the note in half before throwing it in the nearest trash can.
To be continued...
>>Chapter 3
| Chapter 1 | >>Chapter 2<< | Chapter 3 | Last Chapter | Epilogue | Other Works/Content |
sorry this took approximately forever to update!;;;; also, I think I made myself laugh more than I should’ve with MC trying to “subtly” ask Roy stuff...
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Sweet Heat
Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth
Rating: Explicit
Categories: F/M
Pairing: Zyglavis/OC
Words: 2437
Prompt(s): Christmas treats sugar rush and "A kiss under the mistletoe doesn't have to be where we stop.", from the "’tis the season for love" content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen
Summary: Zyglavis didn't expect his girlfriend's sugar rush from the Christmas treats she might have overindulged into would turn into a new intimate experience for them.
This is a loose follow-up to Feather's Recovering my Star's Shine but is also an independent fic
Busy as Feather was with a multi-chapter crossover, she's finished her main plans and I'm just now fnishing my first... But at least I finished it
Not many people thought sugar could be worse than alcohol to make people go crazy. Zyglavis knew that his usually calm girlfriend could become quite electric at times. He’d seen her so full of coffee that she threw herself at work and, when forced to take a break, decided to decorate the house for Christmas in July, all to escape the nightmares plaguing her. He’d also seen her drunk, becoming clingy, and a bit tired, but he wasn’t prepared to deal with Rinka so full of sugar, though.
Maybe he shouldn’t have left her under the ‘supervision’ of the others when it was obvious the other girls were too busy to pay attention and the other gods didn’t think Rinka needed to be watched over unless she spent more than five minutes talking only to Ichthys.
But it wasn’t like he could have left his work aside for longer than he already had. He had promised to accompany Rinka to the charity event she had gone to in the morning, so he had to finish his work in the afternoon before their date.
Zyglavis should have known something wasn’t right when the volume of the songs went up, or when he found Rinka playing cards with some of the other gods and Reina. She wasn’t fond of playing games that relied partly on luck instead of pure skills and, although occasionally noisy, she was never that loud. But how could he have imagined the amount of sugar she had consumed in a couple of hours? He’d only made sure she hadn’t been drinking.
Through their date, though, he began noticing the other differences in her behavior. Rinka was extra giddy, speaking faster and laughing louder and more affectionate than she ever was in public.
Which led him to ask, while they were walking back to the mansion, what she had eaten or drank before they left, mostly trying to figure if someone had handed her something they shouldn’t, or from someone he wouldn’t have trusted such generous behavior from. Her answer, though, was a long list of the sweets she had prepared the day before to share and, apparently, she had eaten more than her own share of it.
There was no problem, though, right? She hadn’t done anything stupid or too embarrassing. And it wasn’t like she was drunk, either. Rinka was still on her rational side, just a little more energetic and open. They were going back and she would run out of that extra energy soon, or she would have an overdrive and shut down, like when she was drunk.
With that mindset, Zyglavis was shocked when they opened the front door of the mansion and Rinka stopped, briefly looked up and, giggling, pulled him towards her. When he, in surprise, didn’t resist, she kissed him, hard.
Rinka was never both this proactive and aggressive, especially where anyone could walk in on them. So, when she released him, Zyglavis also looked up, to see someone had hung a mistletoe over the door, and he remembered one of the other girls telling someone about how human couples had the tradition of kissing under them.
“The others should be back by now. Are we joining the party?” She asked him. That would be hard with the way she hugged him and nuzzled to his chest. “Because your scent is making me crave a different kind of celebration that may not be entirely appropriate for Christmas.” She looked up at him with glossy eyes and a very seductive smile he’d never seen before. “So… if you want…” she looked down for a moment, releasing him and one of her hands immediately went fidgeting with the keychain on her belt for a few seconds, before she looked at him again, with a softer smile and flushed cheeks. “A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”
As she reached for him again, he held her with one hand around her waist and was the one to kiss her, while, with his free hand, he snapped his fingers, transporting them to his room.
Rinka felt the world spin, and when it came into focus, she was trapped between a wall and her boyfriend’s body. When she kissed him back, Zyglavis seemed to relinquish control, letting her dominate the kiss.
She would have shied away from such behavior if the extra energy from all the sweet treats she’d eaten wasn’t making her body respond to her brain faster than she could asses what it was telling her so, instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and, on her tiptoes, with the wall supporting her, deepened the kiss..
There was a snap and the click of a lock as Zyglavis made sure no one would bother them. Feeling more confident with the security, one of her hands slipped under his clothes to touch his back, feeling his body shiver under her touch. The other hand moved to unbutton his jacket.
“As hot as I find you in your uniform,” she whispered, trailing kisses over his face, “especially with it a little loose, clothes like this are so much easier to take off.”
They had to part a little for her to remove the rest of his clothes, but as soon as they were off her hands were back on him, exploring his skin, her mouth trailing right behind in tracing the lines of his muscles, sometimes with soft kisses, others times leaving small marks. A low, almost imperceptible groan escaped Zyglavis when Rinka teased his side with the tip of her tongue while her hands worked to undo his belt.
Rinka would have liked to take it slower, but the extra energy in her system and the sight of the bulge in his pants were making her quite impatient. The winter clothes she was wearing were growing uncomfortable with the increasing heat radiating from inside her, but she insisted on using her energy to please him.
While she struggled, in her haste, with the belt’s buckle, Zyglavis stopped her, holding her wrists with one hand, the other caressing her hair, then her cheek, before cupping her chin and making her look up at him.
“Aren’t you eager?” His tone and expression were teasing, but his touch was gentle. “I love the enthusiasm, but I have other plans for now. You can have whatever you want later, if you behave.”
“Behave?” She chuckled, standing up when he gave her wrists a gentle tug. “I’ll try. But if behaving includes staying still and following orders, I can’t guarantee much.”
His only answer was once again pushing her against the wall and kissing her, taking charge this time. One of her hands once again explored his back, while the other reached to release his hair from its usual ponytail, combing through the soft locks afterward. Zyglavis, usually quiet, nibbled at her bottom lip, stifling a louder moan. He would probably deny it if she pointed out how sensitive he was to her touching his hair. It usually made him relax, but when he was already heated, Zyglavis seemed to find it quite pleasing, in the more intimate sense.
Zyglavis removed her upper layers rather fast after that, leaving only her bra and tights, for which Rinka was very grateful. Her clothes had been getting quite suffocating. Despite his own haste at that part, Zyglavis’ next kiss was as gentle as his touch that mimicked the position of hers, with a hand gently tangled into her hair and the other sliding down her back and teasingly pulling at the band of her tights.
“Zyglavis…” whatever she tried to say got lost in a moan when le let go and the band snapped back in place. It stung, but not enough to be displeasing.
“You are quite loud already.” He whispered, placing kisses along the shell of her ear. “Do you want me that much?”
“You are just teasing me on purpose.” Rinka protested.
Zyglavis chuckled, pulling back to stare at her, but she refused to look at him. One of his fingers traced her lips, and Rinka noticed she was pouting.
“Forgive me, my love. But you are acting so different and look so lovely flustered. Don’t worry, I won’t tease you for longer.”
Kissing her again, Zyglavis picked her up and Rinka warped her arms around his neck and lags around her waist while he carried her to the bed, laying her on the mattress without breaking contact. When she didn’t let go, Zyglavis chuckled and snapped his fingers again to get rid of the rest of their clothes.
Rinka tried to stifle a moan at the sudden contact of their bare bodies but, failing to do so, ground against him playfully, getting a low groan out of him. In response, Zyglavis ran a hand up one of her thighs, letting his nails graze her skin, which made her arch further against him.
He tried to pull away, but she still had her body wrapped around his. Zyglavis stopped touching her as much as he could, though.
“I told you to behave, didn’t I?”
“But you also said you wouldn’t tease me!” Rinka was sure she was probably pouting again, but unwrapped her body from his.
“I am not. As long as you behave.”
“Why? Do you dislike when I am like this?”
“Dislike it?” Zyglavis kissed her, rougher than he’d done all night, until she was out of breath. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? I love you in every way, but when you provoke me like that, I feel like I’ll lose control and demand more from you than your body can take.”
The mood had gone from hot to purely romantic, but that wasn’t a problem. Solving things like that before they got into anything would make sure that, when they were done talking, they could start again with lighter hearts and minds and focus more on each other.
Zyglavis laid on his side and hugged her to his chest. Rinka reveled in his warmth for a moment before looking him in the eyes.
“I know that I’m only human, so I don’t have the same energy that you have, as a god, not only for this. I know I need much more to take care of myself. Food; sleep; more frequent breaks from anything mental and physically exhausting, but I’m not that easily damaged either, Zyglavis. You can demand as much from me as you need. Maybe not every time, but once in a while and especially in especial days like this. The things we do shouldn’t always be about me, my comfort or my pleasure. So,” Rinka pulled back a little with a playful smile and started tracing random patterns on his chest with ghosting touches, “how about tonight you take advantage of my sugar rush and think about what you want from me? I could handle twice as much of what we usually do and am a little less prone to being nervous if you want to try something different. I promise you I’ll tell you if I ever feel it is too much. It will be my extra Christmas gift to you.”
Rinka moved her other hand to his thigh, close enough to notice his cock still hard despite the interruption. Good, because she was warming back up fast, too.
“Are you certain of your words? I would rather not start something if we’ll have to stop in the middle because you are too tired. Although I will listen if you need to.”
“I am.”
The moment she nodded, Zyglavis pulled her into another heated kiss, one hand holding her, the other first cupping one of her breasts, then moving to tweak her nipple, making her moan into the kiss.
Then she tried to pull away, but the hand holding her moved to the back of her head, holding her in place. He changed from deep kisses to little pecks and occasionally softly biting her lip, both shutting her up whenever she tried to talk.
If both his hands were on her, who did the third hand parting her legs and the fourth that soon found her clit belong to? They didn’t have the warmth of a human body or the texture of one. Neither could she feel the body they belonged to. Except for something that occasionally poked at her from behind that, if she knew it was another male, could have been a cock.
When Zyglavis finally pulled back, he was also the first one to speak, his hand only resting against her chest now.
“You know I would never do anything to upset you, right?”
The hand teasing her also stopped and Rinka couldn’t tell where it had gone to or even if even existed at all while it wasn’t touching her.
Of course she knew. That’s why she wasn’t angry or afraid, just confused. If she had to guess and her boyfriend wasn’t right before her, she could have said it was him touching her, because this new touch felt like him, except that, even as a god, Zyglavis’ touch felt human enough.
Without either of them testing her, though, her mind cleared enough to connect the dots. It felt like Zyglavis because it was him. In a sense, at least.
He had taken her words ‘twice as much’ a little too literally and was using his shadow to create a threesome opportunity without the need of another person in their bed.
“I guess there can’t be anything more different than a threesome of two people?” Rinka laughed before kissing Zyglavis again.
The last thing her mind registered was a little surprise at him being able to make his shadow solid enough for this, before both pairs of hands were touching her again. She tried touching him back, but the double sensation of having her boyfriend in two places at once, four hands all over her body, his shadow’s cock between her thighs, sometimes rubbing against her entrance without going inside, made it even harder for her to focus on anything but the quick building pleasure.
But she wasn’t the only one. Zyglavis’ real touch faltered. He closed his eyes, breathing deeper and faster, groans escaping him a little louder than usual. It was obvious he could feel both the sensations of his real body and these of his shadow’s.
Rinka smiled, before a rougher touch to her clit made her moan louder and lose herself back into the pleasure.
Both of them had a Christmas night they would never forget ahead of them.
I also originally planned a longer and very different scene, but it seems I'm still a little burned out from my kinktober attempt for proper sex scenes... I like the results, though. Rinka (Amy, Linet other of her versions) is hard to write smut about because I imagine she is the most sexually shy and very vanilla of all Feather's OCs, even more than Hana, her younger sister, so I particullary love rare events that let me draw out a different side of her naturally
#’tis the season for love#’tis the season for smut#’tis the season for love content creation challenge#star crossed myth#voltage otome#scm zyglavis#fang's writing#fanfiction#Star-Crossed Myth#star crossed myth fan fiction#scm
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BETTER THAN ANNA TODD'S AFTER?
this is a movie review.
if any of you aren't aware, there is a new spanish movie called through my windows that dropped on netflix in february. furthermore, this new movie on netflix is also based on a wattpad book called a través de mi ventana by ariana godoy. i did read this book on wattpad prior to its english novel release and movie release on netflix. it was amazing and one of the best wattpad books i have ever read that wasn't fanfiction.
of course, in terms of genre, it's kind of not comparable to after, however in terms of plot and things it is. after started as a harry styles fanfic on wattpad that was turned into an actual novel with characters of different names except tessa. it was the biggest fanfic on wattpad quite honestly. it was originally a sweet and sour story, but not cringe. however, with the release of three movies, about to be four, it has become cringy. the movies are nothing but sex and a toxic relationship, which i don't remember the fanfic being that much. there just wasn't any development with hardin as a character and that's what pisses me off.
on the other hand, through my window started as a fiction romance and not a fanfiction, which kind of set it up for success. there wasn’t so much need to change the names of characters, and they weren't based on real-life celebrities. following the publishing of the book, it could easily be adapted into a movie, which it was. the relationship had some toxicity; however, there was development with ares and his family that wasn't happening with hardin. it was filmed nicely.
i think the thing that set the success of these movies apart was the production. after was produced by companies: voltage pictures, offspring entertainment, diamond film productions, and wattpad. through my window was produced by companies: netflix and nostromo pictures. i see a difference already sadly. after was produced by too many companies from the beginning and none of them included major companies. also, anna todd stuck to working with wattpad with her movies. netflix is known to make pretty good shows and movies, so ariana godoy was smart to have them, a major company, produce her movie.
another thing – budget. there is only one movie for ariana godoy's book series so far, so this is slightly hard to compare with anna todd's three movies that are out already. however, after has gotten recast every movie after the first one and it just looks so bad. especially when immediate characters are recast, such as landon, tessa's mom, kimberly, vance, and hardin's father. hardin’s dad was literally recasted in every movie. furthermore, the quality of the movie just isn't there after the first one. It's like when people say a movie is so bad that it's good. through my window has exceptional quality and looked like it was filmed on a decent budget. also with the success of the movies through netflix espana, there will likely be another movie with the same people playing the same characters.
overall, the blame is put on production and casting for after not being as successful as it could've been. it's only still being watched because fans know the origin of the whole movie and published books. anna todd should've just gone to netflix with her book honestly. You should check out through my window on netflix, it was great to watch and had a balance of everything. i can't wait for the next movie.
#after#after we collided#after we fell#through my window#ariana godoy#anna todd#wattpad#fanfiction#film review#movie review#movies#films#hero fiennes tiffin#josephine langford#harry styles#netflix#production#a traves de mi ventana#comparison#toxic relationship#romance
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