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el clásico / pedri
req: hi! could you please write or do a social media au of Pedri which the reader is an F1 driver and her brother is carlos sainz of her father is Fernando Alonso (they are know Madrid fans) them giving pedri a little bit of a hard time (in a funny way) and the whole grid be like overprotective cause she like their baby sis and the Barcelona players tease pedri about their relationship.
author's note: this is so long and probably feels so disorganized i'm sorry 😭 hope you like it either way!!!
pairing: pedri x sainz!reader
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name_sainz cuando te despiertas con 55 llamadas perdidas de tu hermano 😄👍🏻 (when you wake up with 55 missed calls from your brother)
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user1 SO IT'S TRUE????
carlossainz55 vas a contestar ahora? (will you aswer me now?)
charles_leclerc you can hide behind me next time you see him name_sainz 😂
carlossainz55 don't back her off now man 🤬
user2 imagine your whole family being madridista and then you go and date a barcelona player 😂
user3 c'mon name_sainz bellingham's right here 😮💨
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pedri gran partido hoy, +3! (great game today, +3)
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user1 didn't expect to see y/n in the likes 😂 isn't she fan of the team that lost?
user4 maybe she has converted 🙏🏻
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name_sainz haciendo mi vida dificil 😮💨 (making my life difficult)
pedri cumplirás? (will you fulfill it?)
user2 FULFILL WHAT
user3 maybe they had a bet 🙏🏻
name_sainz veremos 👀 (we'll see)
pablogavi buena suerte en la cena familiar 😂 (good luck at family dinner)
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pedri vamos españa!! 🇪🇸
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user1 CARLOS IN THE LIKES FLR THE FIRST TIMEEEE
user2 he's spaniard ofc he'll like the post of a player that represents his country 😂
user3 NO NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND this is huge!!!!!
name_sainz te queda bien el blanco 🤭 (you look good in white)
pablogavi veo lo que haces 🧐 (i see what you're doing)
name_sainz perdón pablito, tenía que intentar 🥲 (sorry pablito, i had to try)
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name_sainz day off before the madness that is racing at home for the first time 🥹🤍
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pedri ❤️
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charles_leclerc little sainz is in love 🥰
user1 charles braver than the marines for supporting them
user2 carlos will have to approve them someday 😂 she's not 10
carlossainz55 "no puedo ir, tengo planes" ("can't go, i have plans")
name_sainz era cierto ? (it was true ?)
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name_sainz pole el sábado y después podio el domingo? soñaba con días así. gracias a todos 🥹🤍 (pole on saturday and then podium on sunday? dreamed of days like these. thank you all)
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user1 in the weekend where pedri goes to see her? 🥹🥹🥹 they're so cute
user2 not everything is about pedriyn 🙄
charles_sainz where's the post for your lucky charm?
name_sainz i'm not pierregasly 😂
pierregasly that was rude 🤬
pedri ❤️ fuiste increíble (you were amazing)
name_sainz 🤍🤍
carlossainz55 merecido, pequeña ❤️ (deserved, little one)
name_sainz te amo hermanito 🤍🤍🤍🤍 (love you brother)
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f1 Football stars ❤️ F1
joaofelix79, benchillwell, masonmount and pedri, all enjoyed the action in Barcelona #Formula1 #SpanishGP
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user1 one of these is not like the others
user2 one went to support the better team 😋
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user3 all of them liking that comments bc it's dissing redbull 😂
user4 pedriyn thriving rn 🥹 he went to see her
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Where's Mommy?
Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Part 10
Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.
Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Comet, Sinker, Boost, Plo Koon
Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
Author's Note: Things are still crazy right now, but I am managing. Thank you to everyone who has reached out. I appreciate it! This is another transitional chapter. Not much happens, other than the plot moving forward. You know, the meaning of "filler episode" really changes when you write 😅 The chapter isn't exciting or emotional, but it's still important to the overall plot and contains context for future chapters. As always, please enjoy 💚
Beta: @beating-a-dead-plot
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10
The ride over to the Jedi Temple is quiet once Cara settles on Wolffe's lap. Most children fall asleep to the lull of a moving ship or speeder, and Cara is no exception. Wolffe doesn't mind, though. He prefers her to be asleep and peaceful than awake and chaotic. She's been through enough already, and yet, the tragedy is nowhere near over. Not by a long shot. Deep down he knows the funeral is going to rip off every band-aid he and the others have meticulously placed.
They can lie, dance around the truth, replace facts with illusion, and carefully craft misdirection, but at the end of the day, they can't hide it forever. The pain is painted across all of their faces. A grim truth they all know but refuse to acknowledge, even for Wolffe. No one wants to speak it aloud out of fear that maybe, just maybe, if they don't say it, it won't happen. But while trying to conceal it from Cara, they have disillusioned themselves with their own blank stares and frowns.
Wolffe stares out the window and watches as other speeders fly by, lost in his thoughts about the future. Not many clones think about the future, because it's not in their brain chemistry to look beyond anything other than their immediate present, but that changed for Wolffe after he met his wife. There was a moment where it felt like he unlocked a part of his brain. The part that wants to survive and thrive, instead of fight and die. It's a fleeting feeling, but there nonetheless.
He's wondering, not only about the funeral, but what comes after. What will he do when he gets a new assignment? He can't stay on Coruscant forever. No clone can. Wolffe scoffs at his own thoughts and corrects himself. In reality, the only clones who can stay on Coruscant forever are the Coruscant Guard. At this moment, Wolffe thinks they're lucky, even if they don't. Fox would kill to be back on the battlefield, and Wolffe would trade his command with Fox’s in a heartbeat.
However, Fox has his own life to lead and his own things to worry about on Coruscant. This is just how life is for the clones. It's a luck of the draw in who gets to be a commander and who gets stationed where. To the Republic, all clones are the same, so it shouldn't matter what clones go where, but to the clones, sometimes, it does matter. Clones who haven't been around long enough don't understand, and those who have, don't live long enough after they find out.
Wolffe is pulled from his thoughts when they arrive at the Jedi Temple. He peers out the window at the towering structure and breathes deep as he feels his heart rate increase. He's never been enthralled with the Jedi like other clones; finding their religion strange and their battle tactics even stranger. Perhaps it's the deep-seeded Mandalorian genes coursing through his veins that makes him wary of the so-called peacekeepers, even if Rex tries to convince him otherwise.
The only Jedi Wolffe remotely likes or cares about is his own. General Plo Koon saved him, Boost's, and Sinker's lives, and for that he owes him his undying loyalty. The rest he disregards. He serves them as he should, like any good soldier who follows orders, but that doesn't mean he has to like them or worship them. It's the Jedi that caused him to lose his first battalion, even though he alone received the demerits for it, much to his general's disgruntled displeasure.
To stand at the precipice of the Jedi Temple with the intent to leave his beloved daughter in the care of these Force-wielding wizards that aren't his general makes his skin crawl. Even with his disdain for the Jedi, it's still better than the alternative of Cara entering the foster care system, or even worse, being left in the care of her grandparents. That thought alone makes Wolffe bristle. At least with this arrangement, he can come and go within the Jedi Temple without explanation.
"Do you want to put your armor on?" Comet asks from across Wolffe.
Wolffe moves his gaze from the window to look down at Cara, who's still asleep in his lap, and then up at Comet. "Whenever I put my armor on, she thinks I'm leaving."
"Understood," Comet nods. "I'll have Aug– Warthog lug it to your new quarters."
Wolffe chuckles.
"I'll grab a box," Sinker says as he exits the speeder.
"I'll grab the other box," Boost says as he also exits the speeder.
Comet, Cara, and Wolffe are left alone in the speeder and Wolffe isn't keen on moving.
"You really don't want to do this, do you?" Comet asks.
"Would you?" Wolffe retorts, his disdain bleeding through. "Would you leave your kid with strangers? With Jedi?"
"It's not that bad," Comet says.
Wolffe huffs and looks back out the window. "You'll never understand."
"Guess not," Comet sighs. "I'll probably die before I fall in love and have a kid like you did."
Wolffe snaps his gaze back to Comet and glares at him. "Don't get insubordinate with me, Trooper."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Commander," Comet says before leaving the speeder.
Wolffe tilts his head back against the top of the seat and groans. He is such an idiot. Even after everything Comet did for him following his wife's death, everything he did for Cara, Wolffe still has the audacity to bite at him like he's some random shiny that stepped out of line. Pathetic. At least he continues to live up to his namesake, whether he's proud of it or not, because when you corner a wolf, it will lash out. He needs to get his fears, anxieties, and his temper under control.
"Daddy?" Cara says sleepily as she stirs on his lap.
Wolffe tilts his head back down and smiles. "Hi, baby."
Cara whines. "I wanna sleep."
Wolffe picks her up so she's sitting on his legs instead of laying on them, much to her protest. "Not yet. We need to get settled in our new room first, then you can have a nap."
Cara whines and wriggles against Wolffe.
"I know," Wolffe soothes as he exits the speeder and sits her on his hip. "Daddy wants a nap too, but can you stay awake for me for a little longer?"
Cara groans and moves restlessly in Wolffe's grasp.
"Close enough," Wolffe sighs.
Wolffe carries Cara towards the edge of the stairway leading up to the Jedi Temple, where his general and men are waiting for him. He grips her tightly in his arms, afraid that at any moment someone is going to rip her out of his arms and he'll never see her again. It's not an entirely irrational fear. The Jedi take children away from their parents all of the time. What makes his daughter so different from those children? What if he leaves her here and never gets her back?
"Calm yourself, Commander," Plo says when he senses Wolffe's trepidation through the Force. "There are no enemies within these walls, only the enemies we bring in from within ourselves."
Wolffe heeds his general's words of wisdom and steadies himself. He stares up at the daunting, stone stairway, takes a deep breath, and releases it slowly. He's as ready as he will ever be, and he hasn't even gotten to the hard part yet. Nevertheless, he steps forward, and his men step forward with him in solidarity. A silent march up the Jedi Temple steps towards a new normal. A terrifying new normal, for both him and Cara, and this is only the beginning of it.
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Oh boy, imagine wilder pillarmen, they sure are smart, intelligent and talkative, but they can snarl, growl and rub up against you, marking as their territory. And bite.
They're big ancient cavemen, and they like to do all kinds of crap
IT'S A WILD, WILD WORLD — ft. kars, esidisi, wamuu, and santana
author's note — i fucking love that thought??? tbh they seem like they'd do shit like that even normally,,, but this kinda turned into fluff headcanons tbh LMFAO
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KARS — 🥀💎
he's extremely clingy. like. extremely.
he enjoys sticking very close to you, skin to skin. if you're working and he happens to be there doing nothing- he's either wrapping his arms around you or laying his head on your lap.
he enjoys it when you run your fingers through his hair and braid it whenever you feel like it, it causes him to start purring,, deep rumbles that shake up your whole body.
the greatest comparison to kars is a giant panther. craves your attention every other day and won't stop touching you till you finally give in and give him the attention he wants. its as if you don't acknowledge his existence constantly, he might just shrivel up and die. he's very much for the dramatics
he can be such a brat if you don't give in though- snarling at you, baring his teeth as a threat, snapping his jaws,, as if that's going to scare you anymore.
acts as if your attention isn't what he craves 24/7, whether it just be simple conversation or being in your presence in general.
when he finally notices you're going to keep ignoring him until he shapes up- kars all of the sudden becomes all whiny and pouty, trying to get on your good side by bringing/making you gifts.
it works, and he's satisfied in the end.
"What? You're leaving? Can I come with? It's much too boring here without you, dearest."
ESIDISI — 🫀🔥
definitely not as clingy as kars, but likes showing you overt feats of strength in hopes of impressing you.
oh you're struggling to lift up and move this couch? UP AND OVER HIS SHOULD IT GOES! he may or may not have benched said couch as well just to see you laugh and smile
a particularly tight jam jar that won't open? one loud pop later, and you've got it open because he loves you so much.
he does adore when you praise him whenever he does a good job, and with that comes the habit of him biting you whenever he gets too excited. a gentle nibble just to feel his fangs against your skin. doesn't bite thru unless you specifically say so, he's only doing it hard enough to leave a faint bruise behind.
its a sign of affection he does randomly thruout the day, even if you're speaking to someone else- he comes up from behind and gently bites down on any exposed patch of skin he can get his mouth on. he just grins whenever you turn around completely flabbergasted, he thinks you're fucking adorable
this also relates to how he likes seeing you marked up with his teeth, makes his silly brain happy.
HUGE on cuddling. he's so big and warm, so he's a master at big spooning in bed. no blankets. esidisi only. my boy.
also enjoys cooking amazing breakfasts for you just bc he can,, love of my live.
"You're so cute, I could just eat you up! Not that I would... but I could! Because I loovvee you!"
WHAM — ⚔️☁️
he's a shy fella so you'll have to gently coax him out of his shell over time
he shows his affection through sparring with you mostly. he knows you're a lot more fragile than he is so he makes sure to be hella fucking careful with you. if he does accidentally hurt you, he's picking you up bridal style, taking you home and pampering you to all hell. def looking like a sad puppy the entire time too
he thrives off quality time and acts of service so whenever you actively put off work just to stay home and just,,, cook with him or watch a show [he doesnt understand what the fuck is going on, he's only watching it for you], he fucking LOVES IT.
he's so smitten whenever you lean in and gently kiss his lips, caress his cheek and say "i love you". you treat him like any other person but he also feels like he's the most special person in the world.
has a tendency to rub up against you like a cat, just to feel you close to him.
whenever he doesn't want you to go anywhere, he just,,,, lays on top of you. he's too huge to do much of anything so you just lay there and pretty much take a nap all day.
wham uses his size to his advantage a lot, and solely so he can squish you. clingy but,, subtly.
he's practically your shadow with how close he likes being to you.
"Hey... can we stay home today? We can watch that movie you like... We can make some snacks too."
SANTANA — ❤️💫
he and kars rival each other with how possessive they can be of you. except santana makes it known that he doesn't like people being touchy on you.
whenever you get home from a long day at work, he's immediately there to greet you with a tight hug that usually ends up in him holding onto you for a couple hours after that just bc he doesn't like the fact that he can smell other people on you.
sometimes, if he's feeling a little lonely, he'll find a way to sneak himself into your job with a bag of food and him trying to convince you to leave with him without a trace.
he got your favourite on purpose because he knows that if he gives you those puppy dog eyes along with the fact that you haven't eaten lunch yet- you're going to give in pretty quickly.
you aren't even sure how he managed to get into the building either.
def the type of guy to always have a hand on you, whether that be an arm over your shoulder or holding your hand, he's touchin a whole bunch because you're his and he is yours.
he has a wicked death glare he gives people that get too close to you. you told him not to kill people he just doesn't like so why not scare them into leaving?
also a little on the bitey side, but only if he's looking for you to stay close whenever he's feeling sad. baby boyy,,
"C'mon, it's not like they're gonna miss you.. Your shift is almost over, let's get out of here, yeah?"
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Alright. That's it.
What's their karma?
Tarot + intuitive messages.
*I'm definitely doing more of these later so if none resonated dw .
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3 4 5
Group one
Their karma is slow but steady and it's funny cause they've been scared of getting karma for a while. True assholes. Some of you it's possible you could have been pointing something out about this person and everyone was like oh but this and that and just somehow missing the point one way or another. If that's the case then also they just like seemed to get away with it somehow in the past. I'm really getting someone being like, "bruh." Like it's so obvious in a way. This person feels like a f*cking child I'm ngl. Like they're dumb ASF. They don't get it. I don't know if that just reminded me of the song but I just thought of a song called get it where you fit in by too short. Haha. You guys more or less depending on the person have some level of spiritual authority. I literally I kind of hope this is a metaphor but I got like a person being inside of a burning building. Also like to be asleep ina. Building that's falling apart. Like I'm honestly getting some eery vibes so holy shit that's only if this person is straight evil ok if that's real. For a lot of you I'm not gonna lie I'm picking up on like someone who does bad things when no one's looking to as a lot of you can probably imagine and I initially was brought me to say this was I picked up on animal abuse. Someone here this person pretends like their a good person and you must be intuitive because this person is coming out as someone who literally for an example like is involved in one of those dog fighting things like in Beverly hills Chihuahua like something like that. I'm not gonna lie this could be indicating cult involvement and I'm talking about child sex trafficking and the real system connected to the government ,underground tunnels, Hollywood, etc. So some of the people receiving karma are apart of this here ok so good job guys on fucking with them . At the least I'm picking up that your souls are trapping them and getting them caught up and or the rest of you you guys have authority to kind of say okay fuck them up now and they get fucked up. Seriously. I'm almost getting that things will make more sense in the future yes for some of you where these are the worse people they're just gonna straight up die, for some of them it's severe illness. Overall I see them getting caught which somehow is karma enough for them all. I'm seeing a lawsuit for a few people. I'm getting a lot of panic from a good amount of these people in the future. So for this pile it's definitely different depending on who and honestly I immediately picked up on that but base minimum punishment it seems for all of you guys is these people get caught and reprimanded I believe is the word I'm looking for. For those of you where it's possible the worse things apply I'm seeing this ties into a bigger picture in the world so for those of you thank you for your service to humanity because you fighting against evil tells me you're a spiritual warrior here for these reasons and you're doing your jobs well. ☮️
Group two
Right off the bat you guys have some intensely good energy and you are meant to thrive socially. For the persons being asked about it seems like they're cold and lonely and if anyone is in their lives that person or maybe people are also that way too. The best they can get out of life is money and honestly they don't even spend it in cool ways so like the actual possessing of currency. So what I'm getting from this is these people are losers. Uhmm but for a lot of you alot of their money is being taken away and then it sort of seems like they're gonna try to fake a good heart or something like that.. they're gonna try to blend in somehow. Seems like they're trying to climb a ladder and they really think they're gonna get rich. Or just be even better off than before ☠️ so this is turning into a grilling session. Cause wtf. This is spirits prediction and they know what their talking about but oh my fuck you guys like whoever has to deal with this person or people whatever , like their poor guides I don't even feel like their guides I feel like these are spirits or something trying their best to make shit around them happen hoping for any results less than negative. They're really trying to do what they gon and have done did to these mfs to try to open their minds and show them that's there's like parts of life that require you not to be dumb and low vibing ASF . Overall the karma is mainly to be outcasts and alone and overshadowed for some.
Group three
Ok for a lot of you first of all of these people are who they say they are and doing as well as they say then why do they feel the need to defend that so hard. Honestly a lot of these people seem like the type to have a huge ego where as they don't want to admit to themselves that they're the problem so their lives just suck and they're like damn why is life like this everyone is screwing stuff up and life is being suck ass but I am clearly great so how could this happen to me. Ok. I'm not gonna hide anything from you guys somebody is going to get an injury of some sort to their private parts I am so sorry. Either they did magic and it's going back on them or someone did this to them and it's going to effect them because they deserve it or both ☠️they also a lot of them manifest shit for themselves because of how they talk or what they say right and or think too. Dear God you guys I'm seeing a lot lot of private part issues so you guys know why you're here you probably know that these people deserve this I guess, I'm assuming, maybe. Some of you don't. Now you do. Someone's dad might disown them or something about their dad right and this person already has issues with their dad so they're probably gonna snap at that point that's for someone in particular ok. I'm definitely seeing for a good few of you this person getting herpes or some type of disease like that's gross as hell. I'll leave it at that. Ok peace.
Group four
You guys are sweet, some of you know this some of you don't but the people I'm reading on most of them are apart of chaotic groups getting karma for all being bad people. This person played with you somehow ok I'm getting like whoever picked this pile yall are all so sweet I'm glad to be in your energies especially after ⬆️⬆️⬆️ haha. I digress. They're never going to find love really and that's sad. You all will so don't worry. The best these people will get is being hopeful for their futures and being incorrect. So delusion almost. You guys are powerful and somehow you having crossed paths with this person has led them down a certain path. They're going to have to deal with their inner issues and everything on the inside and you guys this is this person's greatest fears . Within themselves. A lot of them are not gonna be ok. Don't feel bad cause this is positive anyway technically ok either they're there and you suffer internally even if you try to ignore it . Or you deal with it. But these people like there is a good reason they were ignoring this madness before. Not anymore. They're not gonna let their inner demons have them running around being idiots anymore. And if they do some of them will genuinely end up in jail down that road but I don't see that for most of you. It's kind of like they thought something was funny then all of a sudden cause their demons are brought up it's like oh.... It's so not funny anymore .(to them ok) you also might be taking some form of energy from them that is like somehow coming off like a token or like ,, I'm not really sure but it's reminding me of the stars somehow. Like, in the sky at night stars. Super strange. You guys are cool.
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Xiantober Day 5 - Innkeeper!Xian
Red Ribbon Tavern was known for two things:
Its attractive flirty owner with a grin that drew customers in and a hand that kept the drinks flowing.
And also said innkeeper who kept his patrons entertained with magical feats.
When Wei Wuxian initially inherited the inn from his adoptive sister, now living with her (unworthy) husband a few villages over, he'd been skeptical.
After all, Jiang Yanli was known throughout the area as one of the best cooks in the land. And Wei Wuxian, well...
His food was known to give you food poisoning.
He'd lucked out when he hired Wen Ning and Wen Qing to help him run the business. Wen Ning, despite his tendency to hide like a turtle when someone so much as looks at him, thrives in the kitchen where he can cook in peace.
Meanwhile, Wen Qing understands the less fun parts of owning an inn, like logistics and bookeeping. Their guests only flinch a little bit when she glares at them (it's not her fault; she's trying! she even smiles now! with the glare but still) because they know her rooms are tidy.
So where does this leave Wei Wuxian? Well, he of course heads the bar in front and draws patrons in. He has a winning smile for just that reason and could flirt with a tree if he tries hard enough.
Except, like his cooking, Wei Wuxian cannot make a drink to save his life.
Pouring ale straight from a keg? Easy. Joke around with customers and make them feel welcome? Heck, it's what he was born to do. But make a tasty drink that will have folks sing his praises far and wide? Well. Nope.
So, as much as he and the Wens are trying, it's not enough.
They're deep in the red, and they need to make enough to take care of Granny Wen and send little A-Yuan off to school soon. They need something, fast.
That's when Wei Wuxian realized: magic tricks. Perfect.
And sure, TECHNICALLY magic is illegal, but who's gonna tell?
Someone does, apparently. Even though Wei Wuxian was able to pass his magically conjured bunny off as a pet he totally didn't create from nothing and he sparkles as tricks of light, someone apparently wised up enough to contact the authorities. Probably that sniveling Su guy. Ugh.
He doesn't get a heads up when one of the Lans, famous for upholding the king's justice, to appear at Wei Wuxian's tavern.
They're not hard to spot after all, those pristine white robes impossibly clean even after what must have been hours of travel.
Wei Wuxian groans into his hands, picturing the disappointment on Jie's face when she hears he'd lost her inn. He glares at the teetotaler Lan's back, wondering how much trouble he'd get in if he beat him up instead.
Except then the Lan turns around, and Wei Wuxian is speechless
The Lan inspector is breathtaking, unfairly gorgeous, hair flowing straight down his back and cheekbones Wei Wuxian could cut himself on. He wants to try, frankly. He kind of wants to bite them.
But it's the eyes that get him, lit like the sun. Impossible. And maybe magical.
There aren't many folks around who practice magic these days, but like recognizes like. This is not an ordinary Lan. This is someone with magic blood.
The (incredible, gorgeous, so sexy like how) man stares at him, expression completely neutral, flat like a brick wall.
Wei Wuxian wants to see him break. He wants to crack him like an egg and see the runny yolk of his insides, or something. He's not making sense anymore, but can anyone blame him?? Have they seen this guy????
Wei Wuxian straightens up, adds a little something extra to his grin, turning up the charm as high as it goes as he saunters over to the man. He slinks around tables, twisting in a way he knows will show off the flare of his hips. From the way this guy's eyes catch on the movement, looking down right where Wei Wuxian wants him before he drags his eyes back up, Wei Wuxian is successful.
"Well, hello there. What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" he says, flirting like his rent's due. He leans over one of the high tables, resting his chin in his hands and fluttering his lashes as he bites his lip.
The guy's expression doesn't change at all, but Wei Wuxian catches the way his eyes flash for just a second. Yep, there's magic in him, even if he has no idea.
He feels giddy. He wants to make this guy come alive. He wants to take him apart. He wants a lot of nonsensical things.
"Lan Wangji, Lieutenant of the King's Special Forces." The way he speaks sends a shiver down Wei Wuxian's spines. He thinks he likes a man in uniform.
"Ooh, such a distinguished patron in my humble little inn? How may this one service you?" His lips curl into a smirk as he says the last few words.
The barest hint of movement, a twitch in Lan Wangji's jaw. Success. "I am here to inspect a claim."
"A claim for what? I've been told many things. I'd be happy to show you, privately, if you'd like. As much as you want to hear." Wei Wuxian slides a hand across the table, ready to trail his fingers up that toned arm to dance on Lan Wangji's shoulders, except the man stiffens and steps back, widening the distance between them. He catches a glimpse of the panic in his expression before the mask slides over him again, and Wei Wuxian can't tell what he's thinking at all.
He blinks, taken aback, and lifts his hands in front of him like he's trying to calm a scared animal. "Whoa sorry, about that. I just meant, I'm happy to help you with your investigation."
The man seems to relax, shoulders dropping, and he says,
"There were reports about the unauthorized used of magic in this establishment. According to Rule 482, magic use outside of medical and military use is prohibited unless under a permit."
In all honesty, Wei Wuxian only paid attention to half that. This guy sounds so sexy.
"Ah but you see, sir, I am nothing but an innocent bartender! I haven't got a clue how to do magic at all!"
Lan Wangji's eyes narrow at him, and he points behind him. Wei Wuxian follows his finger…and shit…
See, Wei Wuxian has magic, like really powerful magic, but he's not the best at controlling it. Especially when his emotions are involved.
So really, he shouldn't be surprised he's somehow managed to conjure a thousand heart shaped butterflies behind him…in front of Lan Wangji
He turns back to Lan Wangji, looking sheepish. "Eheh… I can explain?"
Lan Wangji arches his brow, and waits.
(TBC on Day 14: Bartender)
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#not sure how i feel about this one tbh#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#mdzs fanfiction#the untamed#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wangxian#xiantober#mdzs musings#bushy writing
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Perc'ahlia Week Day 5: Fairytale/Class
can't believe we're five days into @percahliaweek! we've come so far! you can also find this on ao3!
Vex knows what it is to be hungry. She knows the ache, the curling belly, the hollow beneath the tongue. Hunger begets want, and she is a woman who has wanted a great many things in her life. Nights on the street, days chasing food up trees and down alleyways, her ribs clacking against her brother's as they huddled for warmth—Vex knows what it takes to survive.
How many eyes has she watched slide past her, as if she were made of the cobblestone beneath her feet? How quickly did she learn to be able to differentiate between pity, disgust, disappointment? How often did she have to game out her next move, weigh the pros and cons of this atrocity or that, in the name of not starving to death in the night?
She used to resent it. She wasn't entirely sure who she resented—her mother, for not having enough; her father, for taking what remained; her brother, for giving her everything he had when he had nothing to give; herself, for taking it—but the resentment filled the hollows, became the nutrient she thrived on. She let her skin harden, calcify into brick. A brick wall doesn't starve.
But brick walls crumble, given time, given exposure. It turns out love is just as effective a form of erosion as water. Somehow, she ended up here, no walls, no brick, just a girl standing in front of a mirror, her hair done up in curls and pins so that her cheekbones look incredible, wearing a silver and lace ballgown and a tiara like something out of a fairytale. She can hardly remember what the starving girl looked like, though sometimes, when the candlelight glints off of the jewels draped around her neck, she can still see the hunger in the corner of her eye.
The door to her dressing room opens, and her hungry eyes flash to Percy, who stops dead in his tracks upon seeing her. "Oh."
This, at least, is an expression she did not have to learn. Her hunger knows his, times the tripping of his eyes along her reflection, and she smiles despite the fluttering in her stomach. "Oh, yourself."
Because he looks dashing, a gold-trimmed suit jacket of navy velvet and a lavender vest beneath it, as if he were the Whitestone crest come to life. However much the tailor was paid, it wasn't enough, because he did a wonder on those silver pants.
The door closes, and he comes up behind her. It's a bit awkward, as her many skirts and petticoats make things difficult, but he manages to get his arms around her, hook his chin on her bare shoulder. "The people of Whitestone have no idea what they're in for."
Vex fights the urge to wipe her clammy hands on her satin skirt. "Well, neither do I, darling."
"What are you talking about? You've been planning this ball for months."
"Yes, well..." She turns to frown at him. "Planning a ball and hosting a ball are two entirely different things. And this is important. Whitestone's first Winter's Crest ball after..."
She doesn't need to finish the sentence. "Is that what has you worried? Whether or not you'll outshine Delilah Briarwood?"
"No..." She starts chewing on her lip, before remembering that her makeup's already done. "What if they can tell?"
His brow furrows, and he slips his hand over hers to tug her toward a chaise lounge between two towering armoires. They sit, and he asks, "What if they can tell what?"
She shrugs. "I'm not from money, Percy. I've gotten good at faking it, and it was easy to do when Grog and Scanlan were around being so obviously distracting, but...I'm a lady now. They're going to be watching me."
"With the way you look, they're going to be mentally undressing you." She flicks his nose, and he laughs. "Vex'ahlia, the last nobles who claimed any kind of authority in this city committed atrocities that will haunt the streets of Whitestone for generations. So long as you don't plan on committing any kind of genocide tonight, I think we can call the event a success."
"I just don't want to embarrass you." She feels so small when she says it, like she has just stolen an apple from a cart in the market and is trying to eat it before she gets caught.
He lifts her chin to look her dead in the eyes. "You cannot embarrass me, because I am proud of every single thing that you do."
"Even that time I lied to Gern and stole his broom?"
"Especially then. Leadership takes guile and, frankly, a questionable relationship to morality."
She leans into his side. "It is nerve-wracking though, the idea of all those eyes on me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I look amazing, and this dress deserves eyes. Still, I've never been so...front and center."
"Well I, for one, think it's about time Whitestone and its guests see what a treasure its First House holds."
And they do. Vex and Percy descend the grand staircase together, her arm tucked into his, her chin high and her gaze steady. All around, the leaders of Whitestone and the who's-who of Tal'dorei have gathered, but Vex focuses on not tripping down the steps instead of on their expectant gazes. As they near the bottom, she is relieved to find her brother just off to the side, his arm around Keyleth's waist and shit-eating grin on his face. Not bad for two kids from nowhere.
The night is magical, like a story her mother would tell her before bed, of princesses and magic and romance. The grand ballroom is all aglitter in candles and ice, and Vex is hardly ever off the dance floor. When he pulls himself away from Keyleth, Vax waltzes her around, and she only cries a little when he tells her how proud he is of her. Grog is surprisingly deft on his feet, and Scanlan actually casts enlarge on himself just long enough to take her for a spin or two. At some point, she and Keyleth and Pike find themselves twirling in a circle, laughing until they can't remember what was funny in the first place.
But most of the time, she is in Percy's arms, letting him lead her in whatever dances he learned in his youth here in the castle. He's nimble and confident and so very warm, and she is happy to rest her cheek against his and breath him in. Perhaps as hostess, she should be spending more time with her guests, mingling and networking and thanking them for coming, but honestly, they've been given delicious food and romantic music and enough flickering candlelight to put the stars to shame—what more could they ask of her?
The ball does not have any official end, and guests start to drift off to their rooms or homes on their own, until only a few stragglers remain. Pike and Scanlan dance quietly together in one corner, and Vex's pretty sure she saw Vax whisk Keyleth off to bed a while ago. Vex's eyes droop, but before she can suggest going to bed themselves, Percy tugs her hand. "Come with me."
She'd follow him anywhere. "Of course."
He leads her up the stairs and onto one of the many balconies jutting out of the castle, and before she can shiver once, his jacket is off and draped around her shoulders. Catha is high and bright, and the snow on the grounds below glitters like diamonds.
"I have a present for you." There's something in his tone, mischievous and proud and...nervous?
"Oh?" She's too tired to pretend she isn't eager to find out what it is. "You know how much I love presents."
"You know how much I love giving them to you." He slides a hand into the pocket of the jacket, and whatever he pulls out is small enough to be hidden in the curl of his hand.
Now she's really curious. "Well, show me."
"Patience, Vex'ahlia. I need to ask you something first."
She threw a ball today. She shouldn't have to take a quiz to earn her Winter's Crest present. "What do you need to ask me?"
"Do you know how much I love you?"
She wrinkles her nose. "Yes."
"Do you know how lucky Tal'dorei is to have you on its side?"
"Yes."
"Do you know that there is no one else in this life or the next I would rather spend all of my days and all of my nights with? No one else who occupies my every waking thought, stars in my every dream? No one else whose happiness I would rather devote my energies to achieving? No one else I could imagine building a family, a future, a legacy with? No else but you?"
Her throat is thick, her eyes stinging. "Yes."
"Good. Three for three. Just one more question to ask, then..." When she sees the ring, sparkling and so very beautiful, she grips the rail of the balcony to keep herself upright. "Lady Vex'ahlia, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt, would you do me the honor and the privilege of being my wife?"
She can't even say yes. She just nods, tears flowing freely, as he slips the ring on her finger and captures her lips in a kiss. A fairytale, an absolute fucking fairytale, this wild and wondrous life. He kisses her until she can't feel the cold air of the mountains anymore, and then he murmurs, "I nearly asked you earlier this evening, when you were worried you were going to embarrass me. Honestly, can you imagine?"
She laughs. "Yes, well, I probably would have been an absolute wreck all night if you had." She looks down, flutters the fingers of her left hand so the ring catches the moonlight. "It is a gorgeous ring, darling, well done."
"I wish I could remember which dead relative it belonged to, but there are just so many."
"We'll thank them later." She stretches up to kiss him, pull his lip between her teeth. "I rather think we have some celebrating to do."
And her prince sweeps her inside the castle, the echoes of her laughter rippling over the lawns into the winter night above.
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With the little Infinity Comic special they did on Prodigy for the Hellfire Gala, it really seems like the reason they give for why Tommy isn't attending is proof that the writer knows nothing about him. Instead of pulling on a valid explanation based in something we've already seen- he's ideologically opposed to it, or he's traumatized from what happened with Wanda- he's off on a diplomatic mission with Billy. I mean, I'm glad he's visiting Billy! I hope he causes mass chaos in space! But in what world would Billy bring Tommy of all people along for diplomacy. He literally blew up the UN. I don't think Teddy would allow it.
Yes, Tommy is characteristically anti-authority, rebellious, and mistrusting of authority, but I'd also like to think he's grown up a bit since Young Avengers, and that he's at least a little biased towards his family. So, I'm not really worried about him exploding any Alliance embassies... at least, not without a good reason.
Besides, he didn't blow up the U.N. building just to make a statement-- he was fighting supervillians who were holding the U.N. hostage. The building was just collateral, and like I said, he's probably... maybe... learned a little more control at this point.
Anyways, I do agree with what you're saying. At the end of the day, this decision had nothing to do with Tommy's own motives, opinions, or interiority, which isn't surprising because those aren't things that we really see any more. Outside of Oliveira, most writers treat him like a walk-on character in David or Billy's lives, which is the point I've been making this whole time-- nobody's doing anything to advance Tommy as a character.
I do like the idea of Tommy being involved with the Alliance-- I think he genuinely cares for Billy and Teddy, and it'd be cute if he started to get a Pietro-ish protective streak; plus, I really think he would thrive doing more disaster relief and refugee aid-- but I would want him to him to be there as a voice of dissent. The Alliance is a very young government, and they're doing the right thing, broadly speaking, but they're still an imperial monarchy. So far, the text hasn't done much to interrogate that, or actually figureo ut what liberation & reparation will look like in Teddy's new world. Having a character like Tommy around would be helpful for a writer who wanted to start asking those questions.
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Whiplash- J.M.K
Author’s Note: This is the second installment of my new Royalty Series. I’m gonna be making one of these period pieces for each boy set in this era, none of them are connected but I just wanted to explore the genre. So keep an eye out for the next two, and go read my first story of this series, Shining Armor- D.R.W if you haven't already! This is also my first time ever making Josh a little rougher and kinda douche-y so that was a fun change, I always make him so soft and that’s just because I love soft!Josh but this was a delightful change of pace. Also, Shambala is not a real place obviously, it's the name of a fake place in a Three Dog Night song, so there’s a fun fact for ya.
Synopsis: What happens when your family forces you into an arranged marriage to help save your enemies' kingdom? How will you even get along when all you two do is argue? Nothing a ball can’t solve.
Word Count: 9.2K (lots of angst to unpack)
Pairing: JerkPrince!Josh x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Foul language, angst, alcohol mention, oral, Douchebag!Josh, light dom/sub (but they're both switches?), light degradation, raw sex (Wrap it before you tap your soon to be husband you hate)
Whiplash- J.M.K
“Why shouldn’t I let their kingdom fall into ruin? The way they’ve treated our family name with such disdain over the past few decades, why should we help them?!” You shout to your mother, her patience wearing thin as she adjusts the pins in your hair. “Darling, if we do not the entirety of the country could fall into economic despair. Our own kingdom’s people would suffer, so many lives could be lost, we could help so many people if-” “If I were to marry the Prince of Shambala.” You cut her off, meeting her gaze in the mirror of your vanity, a long and heavy silence hangs in the room.
“Yes. I am sorry dearest-” “He is wicked, mother! He is hurtful and cruel! He doesn’t care for me!” You cry out, standing from your seat, as you fight back your tears. There is to be a grand ball tonight here at the palace, anyone who was anyone in the political stratosphere will be attending, including the Prince of Shambala, Joshua Kiszka. His family's kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy, increasing their peoples taxes to rates that could not be afforded, the fields of wheat were not producing what they had in the past, and having an unwed eldest son was just the perfect way out of such a problem. Your own kingdom however was thriving, vineyards that produced some of the sweetest wine were enjoying an abundant harvest and the economic wealth of the people was steadily increasing with the fine season the summer was providing for tourism, trade and farming.
You had been in the same circles as Prince Joshua before where he insisted that you call him Josh. He has been at nearly every ball and party held across the country and every time you were taken by how arrogant and crass he was and how he seemed to look down on you in particular, and for why you could never understand. Making jabs at your expense right in front of you, engaging in gossip about your family, and even once insinuating that you had been flirting with a married Duke, which you were not. This evening, it will be announced that the two of you shall be wed and that there will be a merging of your two kingdoms, putting the fears of the citizens of Shambala at ease. You stare at the ceiling as you try to quell the tears stinging at your eyes, “I only wish I could ease you of this burden my darling, but I’m afraid there is no other way.” Your mother pleads as she makes her way slowly over to you, her hand holds yours, bringing you back to look at her. She obviously knows you’re in pain but for the good of the country, it must be done, “Come now, get dressed.” She says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You stand with a vice-like grip on your bedpost, holding tightly as your ladies maid pulls at the laces of your corset. All you can do is get through this evening in the hopes that you can keep yourself from killing the Prince the minute he makes some stupid remark. The soft silk of your gown pulls you away from your thoughts as you look into the mirror, He doesn’t deserve any of this, you think to yourself as you admire your reflection. Pinned up curls adorned with pearls, blush pink lips and a white and gold silk dress that would make any man fall to their knees just to kiss at your gloved hand. Josh Kiszka is a lucky man.
Standing at the doors before the ballroom had you somewhat anxious, the muffled rumbling of chitter chatter behind the french doors made your stomach churn as you were waiting to be announced. The Kiszka family had already been introduced upon their arrival, surely grateful for the plans that were ready to be set in motion. You stand in the hallway alongside your parents, ready to make your entrance and find the nearest glass of champagne to calm your nerves. All eyes were going to be on you tonight and the thought of being betrothed to a man you so loathed absolutely made your hands tremble as the moments ticked on.
Finally, the double doors open, you take a deep breath as your family is announced, “Ladies and Gentleman, your Royal Highnesses of Shangri-la.” You step out into the light of the chandeliers, watching from your descent of the stairs as all of the many fine guests smile and politely clap as their hosts for this nights ball have arrived. Glancing around the room with a kind smile, you search for familiar faces, someone you could confide in, any of your friends whomst you could tell of your situation, but you find none, it is a political affair after all. This crowd only really consists of members of parliament, Lords and Ladies from across the country and many others high in status, not exactly the crowd you were hoping for when you were to announce your plans to be married.
You make your way down as the string band begins to play, your cool facade falters as you meet his eyes, those dark brown eyes that only ever feel so cold. You make your way down the stairs and to your utter dismay, he begins to walk towards you.
Your heart slams in your chest as your heels hit the marble beneath you, you cannot move, you are perplexed as he comes forward and greets you, extending a hand for you to take as he is now on bended knee, head bowing to you. “Your highness,” he begins, his eyes flitting up to yours.
You suddenly remember how to move again and gently place your gloved hand in his, he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your silkened knuckles tenderly. “You look ravishing tonight.” He smiles as he soothes your hand with his thumb, Oh he’s really playing the part, isn't he? You think to yourself as you mentally roll your eyes.
If there was one thing you knew about Josh for certain, it was his ability to work a room.
Knowing just the right way to tell a story, to entertain a crowd, how to truly put on a show. A talent to be sure, but you know better, it's simply an act because once you are alone he can be a royal prick. You withdraw your hand and curtsey to him out of sheer expectation more than sincerity, “Prince Joshua, you look well.” You say softly yet a bit curtly as you look him over, surely he was joking; he was also wearing a suit of white and gold, the same colors as your gown, was this planned? Why? To seem like a united front?
He smirks at you, surely noting your irritation, he stands, still holding your hand in his, “May I have the pleasure of having the first dance?” He asks, you take in the crowd for a moment, all eyes trained on you and Josh, it's almost silent save for the music of the band. Your eyes return to his, “The pleasure would be all mine, Prince Joshua.” You say flatly, you follow him as you give his hand a subtle squeeze, one you hope he will interpret as irritation as the band begins to play a waltz, a dance you never were too good at.
He leads you to the center of the dance floor, of course he would, and begins to dance with you. His hand rests gently on your waist as you begin to move in step with him, his hand in your own holds you gingerly as he moves with you across the floor. Other couples file in onto the dance floor, dancing along to the beautiful strings playing in the massive hall. You grit your teeth as you try to look anywhere else in the hall, moving in time with Josh. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze but you ignore it, “Oh come on,” He says softly, you lazily look towards him, a look of obvious irritation in your eyes. “Loosen up, have some fun.” he says with a grin. You roll your eyes as he twirls you, “This isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.” You mutter to him, “Really? Because I love dancing with people I can’t stand.” He smirks, you bite your tongue, the amount of things you would like to say right now but his hand on your waist is strangely very distracting to you.
“You should be kissing the ground I walk on for deciding to help save your family from financial ruin.” “Like you decided anything.” Josh laughs, making your face heat with anger, “I make plenty of my own decisions.” “Did you even pick out the dress you’re wearing now?” He says simply, rendering you speechless. “Don’t get so down about it, we’re both just pawns in this whole scheme, playing a part. Might as well sit back and just enjoy the ride.” He reasons, his voice softer than before, you think over his words as you look around the room at the dancing couples, watching your parents talk to the Kiszka’s. “Even if you didn’t pick it out, it’s still a beautiful dress.” he adds kindly, pulling your attention back to him. You give him a reluctant smile as you try to focus on the dance.
“Thank you.” You murmur. “Aw, so the kitty puts her claws away and decides to play nice.” He jests, you glare at him with that same look of disdain. “Oh, no, there she is. Ever the tiger.” He smiles as he twirls you again, giving you a chance to watch as everyone has their eyes on the two of you.
“I just don’t enjoy-”
“What? Being the center of attention?” He finishes for you. “Why not?” He asks curiously,
“Because I don’t need everyone to love me.” You hiss, “And you think I do?” Josh asks back with a scoff.
“I do.” You simply say, Josh pulls you in tighter to him by your waist, whispering against the shell of your ear.
“Well get ready to practice saying those last two words sweetheart, because you’re going to have to at least pretend to love me.” His breath on your neck sends goosebumps all over your body.
The feeling of his body against yours like this ignites some sort of fire in you, one you don’t quite understand. You look over Josh’s shoulder to see couples dancing around you stealing glances at the two of you.
“Please Josh, people are staring.” You whisper harshly, a worried tone giving you away. “Just look at me.” He says gently, bringing you to look at him and those stupid golden brown eyes of his. His thumb runs over your hand once more as he attempts to calm you down. “It’s just you and me.” He smiles, prompting you to timidly smile back. “Relax, and let me lead.” He instructs, causing you to huff out a frustrated sigh, “I’m just so used to leading.” You insist, you know it isn’t like a lady to lead when dancing but you just can't help it, how are you supposed to give up control when everyone is watching.
“Trust me.”
“I don’t.”
“Then just pretend you trust me.” He says, silencing you, you give him one last stubborn eye roll as you relinquish all control and let him take the lead. He moves you quite easily around the floor, his hold on your waist is firmer now as you stop clutching his shoulder and let him move you rather than both of you trying to lead. You step gracefully in time together, the flow of him against you so closely like this has your heart fluttering and you feel so light in his arms. He gives you a smile of approval, sweet dimples appearing on his soft cheeks, you’d never even really noticed before, now that you thought about it, you’ve never been this close before.
You look over his face, gentle eyes, a smile that reveals such perfect white teeth, carefully manicured facial hair and warm golden skin. Your eyes linger on his plump pink lips, such a soft looking shade, you pull your eyes reluctantly away to look back up at him, “What are you thinking about?” he asks slyly.
Your heart jumps and your eyes widen, cheeks blushing as you open your mouth to speak, “Just thinking of how I could wish all of these people away.” You half truth, something about Josh’s new found demeanor tonight has you curious, but of what? Why now? Why this night of all the nights to be kind and gentle to you now?
After this dance would it all fall away and he’d resort to his old ways? You almost never want to stop dancing if it means keeping him like this. “Why? You want to have me all to yourself?” Josh teases, “If it means we can talk uninterrupted, then yes.” You answer simply, “I’m sure that can be arranged, your grace.” He speaks without sarcasm, an interesting turn from his usual way of saying your titles, his promise makes you smile.
“I think there’s something I must do first.” Josh hints, you’re almost confused when he gives you one final twirl, the music fading, the audience clapping as you curtsey to him, he bows similarly. He stands and takes both of your hands in his and gives them a small squeeze, “Just try and act surprised.” Josh instructs and your eyes widen as you realize what he means. “And, don’t forget to trust me.” He says finally before getting down on one knee.
The last thing on your mind was thinking about acting, the look on your face was utter shock. The way he had hypnotized you with the way he held you while you danced, the softness in both his voice and his eyes had you almost completely washed away all of the anxieties you had thinking of this moment that was to happen tonight. The room was silent aside from a couple of surprised gasps from the onlookers, your mother and father standing beside the royal King and Queen Kiszka watch with bated breath as Josh begins to speak.
“Your beauty outshines all others, you have captured my heart with your kindness and bewitched my senses with only your smile. I cannot bear the thought of spending one more day without you. Will you please, do me the utmost honor in being my wife?” Josh asks, of course projecting enough for the whole hall to hear.
His words seem to have such little effect on you, he doesn’t mean any of it, you know that, but some part of you almost wants him to. You freeze as you look down upon him, your head swimming as the air in the room is thick as those around you await your answer. He gives your hand another gentle squeeze to prompt you to speak, you nearly jump at the sensation as you realize it's now your turn to reply. “Yes.” You almost whisper, your voice falters as you become overwhelmed with the promise you’ve just made, this is it. It's all happening now.
The crowd erupts with cheers and congratulations, the band kicks up in a happy tune as you see your father shaking the King’s hand. Josh stands up with a wide grin and pulls your frozen form into a tight embrace, one you move a second too late into, your arms encircling him as he whispers in your ear, “Do you think they bought it?” His sentence nearly makes your heart crack in two. “I think so.” You respond reluctantly with a fake smile on your face.
Josh pulls away from you, his hands clasping your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss, the sound of cheers roar in the hall as his lips are pressed against your own. The feeling of it all is more of a surprise than his proposal, your heart feels as though it's broken from these faux gestures, why do you feel anything at all if you don’t even care for him?
You don’t.
Right?
Before you can really even move, Josh pulls away and holds you by his side, smiling at the audience around the two of you. He takes your hand and leads you over to your families, they overwhelm you both with hugs and words of best wishes and compliments of the whole scene. You feel numb to the whole situation, everything is so loud, the whole thing feels so meaningless, can no one see that? “I need a minute.” You mumble as you walk away from talk of searching for the perfect ring for your engagement.
Your heels carry you through the doorway out and down the hall to the library. You open the heavy doors and slam them behind you, the darkness of the dimly lit room giving you some sort of peace and quiet, the only sound being the crackling of the fire in the fireplace beside you. The castle’s library was always the place you would escape to in search of somewhere to think, surrounded by walls of books, so high you’d have to use the rolling ladder attached to the shelves, furnished with a large mahogany table covered in stacks of books you were reading and scattered papers of your own poetry littering the tabletop. A comfortable leather couch big enough to lay out on and fall asleep from a late nights read, accompanied with smaller arm chairs resting on top of a grand, deep red persian rug, it was the ultimate hideaway.
“Hello, my fiancee.” Josh jokes happily as he walks into the room, closing the doors behind him. “What is your problem?” You ask angrily, arms folded as you turn to face him. “How much time do you have?” he jokes again, sending a wave of anger throughout you. “You’re unbelievable.” You huff as you walk over to the stare into the fire, knowing that you have no patience for his games.
This was the Josh you knew, that man who held you gently and guided you on the dance floor was a stranger. A ghost, never to be seen again. “Why are you so upset? It all worked out!” He asks in irritation as he takes another step towards you, you snap around to face him, “Yes Josh, I guess it has all worked out. For you.” You reply, your eyes threaten to well up with tears when you see him, but you push the feeling away as you collect your thoughts.
“I don’t understand?” He says confused, “Of course you don’t! Your kingdom is saved! You’re the hero your people needed and it's all worked out for you! Congratulations!” You shout sarcastically, waving your arms at the ridiculousness of it all. Josh continues to look confused at your anger,
“That was the plan you agreed to-”
“I never agreed to anything! Like you said, we’re all pawns!” You clap your hands down against your dress in defeat at your sides.
“Don’t you understand?! I’m the one getting screwed!”
“You’re no prize either, sweetheart.” Josh laughs, your jaw drops from his comment.
“You know what, you almost had me fooled.” You chuckle in utter disbelief, your eyes begin to glisten again.
Taking a brave step forward towards him as you continue, his arms are folded, awaiting your tirade. He watches you in the firelight of the darkened library, a halo of flame lighting you as you march ahead.
“You are nothing but a low life, arrogant and selfish man who only cares about himself and whatever it takes to get ahead.” You poke his chest with every insult you fling at him, the anger inside of you boiling over, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and I are in the exact same spot. This is just how the royal world works! I’m not exactly thrilled to be engaged to such a hateful and controlling woman!” Josh says throwing his arms up,
“Hateful?! You are such a whore for attention you were practically putting on a one man show out there!” You shout as you point towards the door, “At least I was trying! You were as stiff as a board and looked scared to death to even dance with me!” Josh shoots back.
“I really thought you were being genuine with me for once when we were dancing, I must really be an idiot because even I bought it.”
“You really are an idiot because I actually was trying to have a decent conversation with you!” He slams your words back at you, the idea of Josh being truthful with you with no airs about him one minute, then going back to being a prick the next is giving you emotional whiplash.
“You’re such an ass for saying all of those flowery things, you and I both know we can’t stand each other.”
“Well darling, I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives look like together, we make a perfect pair.”
His words hang amongst the bookshelves lining the walls, they bounce around both of your heads as you both are starting to comprehend just how your future’s really are sealed from now on. Josh paces the room in irritation, his hands on his hips with his head hanging low, you on the other hand feel absolutely frozen. Your jaw is clenched in anger as you stare at the intricate crown molding where the ceiling meets the wall, a spot you never really found all that interesting until now while you work to bite your tongue. Your arms are crossed, your gloved nails pressing firmly into your arms as you stew on everything that’s transpired tonight. Trying to focus on anything else, you peel your gloves down your arms, tossing them irritatedly down on the chair beside you.
Of course, Josh can’t leave it alone as he begins to chuckle to himself, reigniting the fury between the two of you. “And, at least I try to get people to love me, you are so prudish you would’ve thought I tried to undress you when I put my hand on your waist.”
“You’re a terrible kisser anyway, I couldn’t even think of you undressing me!”
“Ha, that was merely a peck, you would know if I had actually kissed you.” He scoffs as he flashes you a grin only making you more irritated.
“So what, now you’re the prude?” You laugh in amusement at the irony. “Oh, I’m anything but a prude, you could learn a few things from me doll.” He says as he steps towards you, closing in on the massive space that was between you earlier. "You disgust me." You hiss back as you roll your eyes, arms firmly crossed as you look away from him and to some other interesting corner of the room.
“I wasn't so disgusting back on the dance floor when you couldn't stop staring at my lips.” Josh says lowly, reveling in the way you snap back to look at the smirk you wish you could slap off.
"That was before you opened your mouth and said all of those stupid things, you are exactly who I thought you were, I know plenty of men like you." You say, puffing your chest at him and poking him once more, Josh seizes your wrist and holds you still. "Oh Princess, you have never met a man like me." His words are full of a rasp that floats with his lowered tone.
"In fact, I think you almost liked it. Seeing me down on one knee, saying all of those pretty things to you, being the one in the spotlight for once. I think some place inside you loved being the center of attention." He taunts as you pull your wrist back in a flash, "You don't know a damn thing about me." You spit back in a hushed tone, Josh steps closer making you step back until you're practically leaning against the wall of books.
"Then teach me. Because all I know right now is that even though you say you can't stand me, you're still here." He says with a devilish tone that makes you blush, you hesitate as you search for an answer. "This is my castle." Your voice is weaker than before, giving away that even you don’t believe what you’re saying. "You know that's not what I mean. You could have walked away from this conversation a long time ago and sulked in your bedroom and yet here you are, inches away." Josh insinuates, your eyes search his, not realizing just how close he is until now.
"Because, I do not take well to being disrespected." You answer with a pitiful excuse.
"Oh, I bet you would love to be disrespected by me." Josh leans in closer with a smirk that makes you weak.
Your eyes flit down to his lips again, so close to you now, you shouldn’t be thinking this way, but here you are, pressed up against a wall and you’re not even attempting to escape.
His words dance in your head, almost like a dare, you bring your hand up to slap him but he’s quicker, catching your wrist and pressing you up against the bookshelf with such force some of the books fall from their places, the feeling of him pressing against you makes you gasp. “Feisty little thing aren’t you?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, the feeling of his breath on your neck makes your shudder and your knees grow weak beneath you, a whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it, further heating your cheeks. “Don’t think I didn't hear that, baby doll.” Josh says, almost threatening to bring you to your knees.
You tentatively look into his eyes as he looks at you like a snake with its hypnotizing gaze while its grip tightens on its prey. “I know you love the attention.” Josh grins as he looks down at your lips, his thigh slotting up against your dress, pressing up against your core. You press against his thigh for more, unsure of what to even say without whimpering out for more of him, all of your thoughts are nearly incoherent, you bite your lip in frustration.
“I think I know you better than you think, because I think you’re wondering how to get what you want without having to admit it, but darling, I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.” He taunts as though he’s read your mind.
In defiance you move against his hold on both of your wrists that he has pressed against the shelf, “Tell me, Princess.” He says just ghosting over your lips now, you look back at them, so pink and plush looking, fuck it.
“You said I would have known what it would feel like if you had really kissed me,” You tease, his entire attention on you as he is practically teetering on every word. “Then show me what I’m missing.” You whisper, and without a second's hesitation, he engulfs your lips in a kiss.
It's full of emotion, the way his lips are slotted against yours has your heart slamming against your ribs. So much force from the two of you, desperate to feel the other. Josh runs his tongue over your bottom lip and you oblige him entry, sighing out at the beautiful feeling of his warm tongue running against yours as he deepens the kiss. His lips against yours feel invigorating, his hands on your wrists let go and move to hold your face and in your hair, his grip on you is firm and intoxicating, the way he held you so gently on the dance floor is almost like a different person from the man pressing up against you and kissing you so deeply.
You let your now free hands take firm root in his hair as you lap your tongue against his, you want to feel more of him, to make you forget about everything going on outside of those doors. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down, the low groan Josh lets out makes your heart flip and the arousal underneath all of these damn layers pool in your panties. You pull away from the kiss as the two of you are searching for breath, the look of Josh’s kiss swollen lips have you aching for him.
“Oh you’ve gone and done it now, Princess.” Josh says as he backs away, pulling his coat off to undo his shirt, you watch him in amazement as he undoes the last button, revealing such beautifully toned muscle beneath. You step off of the wall on wobbly knees, never leaving his eyes as you pull the string of your dress from behind your back, Josh moves towards you, so close to you, his breath washing over your lips as he pulls the laces undone, pulls the dress over you and tosses it to the side as he pulls you close to him, only in your corset and petticoat.
He spins you around and pushes you up against the shelf, your face pressing against the books as he kisses at your exposed shoulder while his hands work at undoing your corset. “Now what was that you said about never thinking of me undressing you?” Josh says, mocking your words from earlier, “You’re so much more attractive with your mouth shut.” You jab with a smirk, he finally pulls the corset off, revealing your bare back to him, he spins you back around to face him, giving him a full view of your breasts. “Aw, you think I’m attractive?” Josh jests, making you roll your eyes.
“I actually like the pretty sounds that come out of your mouth, Princess.” He says lowly and almost endearingly as his hands travel up your waist and to your breasts, massaging them so perfectly in his warm hands, watching as the veins on the tops of his hands move so elegantly while he pinches your nipples, making your back arch towards him, a moan rolling up your throat and into the warm air. “Just like that.” He smirks, “Give me some more, baby.” He says as he bends down to suckle at your nipples, your head falls back at the feeling of his tongue running over the hardened bud in his mouth.
The feeling of him running his teeth lightly over the sensitive spot makes you groan and close your eyes. You pry them open to watch him massage your other breast, his thumb running back and forth on the hardened nipple while he sucks at the other. Your hand in his hair pulls firmly at his curls, earning a deliciously muffled moan from Josh, he moves to suck on your other breast, the cool saliva on your nipple working for him to twist it softly as he bites gently at your other breast.
Gentle sighs and moans fall from your lips as Josh suckles at your tit, his eyes look up at you, he unlatches from your chest with a scandalous pop. He moves back to kiss you and you take control, holding his face in your hands as you walk him backwards, pressing him back until the large mahogany table stops him, letting you press yourself against his frame. His skin is so soft and warm against your torso, both of your arms are encircled in a tight embrace, you want him closer, much closer than this.
Before you can think, Josh pulls away and slides his arm over the table top, knocking over all of the books and papers you had placed now on the floor, clearing the space. He moves you towards the desk, bending you over until your face and chest are flushed against the cold, hard wooden table top. “You said you liked me better with my mouth shut, well, I know a better use for my mouth anyway.” He smirks sarcastically as he pulls your skirts up and exposes your backside to him.
The cold air makes you shiver, but it's Josh’s lips kissing the back of your thighs while his hands run up the front of them that makes your knees shake. His hand runs up your clothed pussy, “Oh Princess, you’ve soaked your panties, is this all for me?” He teases, his fingers grazing over your fabric covered clit, you hum out a response, “Mhmm.” You reply, “Say it baby, I know it kills you to, but I wanna hear you say it before I even think about giving you what you want.” He threatens, his hand still gently touching your aching pussy.
“Yes, all for you.” You mumble, the words barely making it out, you may be bent over half naked on a table with a man between your legs, but you will not let him win without a fight. “I can’t hear you babe, you’re going to have to speak up.” He prods again, the smile in his voice clear as a bell. “It’s all because of you.” You say again, only a tad louder than before. Josh sighs as he stands and pulls you by your hair, craning your neck as he speaks into your ear, “I said, who made you this wet?” Josh says, his gravelly tone in his voice giving his own lust away. You manage to meet his eyes, even in this harsh position, “You did Josh, it's all for you.” You choke out, Josh gives you a satisfied smile, “Good girl.” He praises as he lets go of your hair, you assume the position you were in before, bracing yourself for whatever comes next.
Josh gets on his knees behind you, spreading your legs and slowly pulling down your panties, revealing your wet pussy, so desperate to feel some sort of relief. You sigh at the feeling of his hands on the back of your thighs, softly running up your flesh, his breath fanning over your core. He finally moves forward, his tongue connecting tenderly to your pussy, licking over you slowly, you let out a gasp at the incredible sensation, “So fucking sweet.” You hear him mutter behind you, almost to himself as he goes back and licks at you again, his curls tickling at your thighs as he laps at you from behind, tongue running gently over your clit making you whine and moan uncontrollably. His hands hold onto the fronts of your thighs, holding firmly while his tongue glides through your folds. He groans beautifully against your core, making you quiver from the vibration and the sound of his own pleasure. His tongue slides up and inside of you, his tongue darting in and out making you cry out, “Oh Josh, ahh.” You moan, your hands clutching at the edge of the table, your climax within reach that you're gripping the wood so hard just to keep you from absolutely falling apart.
Suddenly he pulls his mouth away and stands up and presses himself against you, his fingers slipping inside of you while he leans over to kiss up your bare back. He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at such a pace that you cannot stop the sounds that come from your mouth. "See how good it feels just to let go and enjoy, Princess? Always so conscious of everything," He says with a smirk, his fingers curling into you just so that he's hitting some perfect spot that makes you even closer to the edge than you were before. "Fuck, Josh, oh fuck." "Yeah, you like that pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear, "Mhmmm." Is all you can muster. "Too good to even speak? Oh honey, you need it bad, huh?" He says mockingly, you turn your head to see him in just the corner of your eye, your eyes doing all the pleading for you.
His eyes meet yours, he watches you carefully as he brings another hand down to roll over your clit, your eyes practically roll into the back of your head it feels so good, it’s so much, "Oh, God, Josh, I'm-" "Come on sweet girl. Fall apart, I wanna watch you cum all over my hand like the whore you are." He rasps, the edge in his voice makes you sigh at his choice in words, fuck, you liked that.
His fingers fucking into you with his bare chest pressed against you, feeling his hardened shaft pressing on the back of your leg, his foot pushing your heeled one to the side to keep your legs open, paired with his finger swirling on your clit has you crashing hard into your climax, one that hits so hard you can hardly make a sound until you breathe out and you cannot hold back the moans and cries of Josh's name, you reach behind you and pull at his hair, just to have him closer to you. He lays his head against your shoulder, his hands never stopping as he bites at the flesh of your shoulder muscle, softly biting, making you cum even harder on his fingers. He pulls away as your breaths come out in harsh pants, licking over the bite, soothing the tender skin, melting away any soreness that you couldn't help but welcome.
His hands slow to a stop as your orgasm slinks away, leaving you feeling as though your body has turned to jelly. "Such a good little girl for me, I bet you've never been fucked over a table like that before. I think you liked it better than whatever soft and sweet romps you've had in the past."
You cannot stop the whimper that comes from your lips at his words as he pulls out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty again. You need him, you need to feel all of him.
Standing up on shaking legs, you turn around to face him once more, something about him simply smirking, his eyes casting over your face, waiting for you to say some smart remark makes the fire inside of you burn even hotter. He’s always so collected, always one step ahead, it's almost infuriating.
You shove him harshly, the backs of his thighs now against the table, cornered to your will, he looks slightly confused. Bringing your hand to slide down the front of his pants, pressing against his hardened shaft making him gasp, your eyes never leaving his, “You’ve never bed a woman like me.” You snark back in return, a mischievous glint in your eye as you pull his pants down around his knees, you give into the spasming of your legs from your orgasm and sink to the floor, your full skirt rippling like a wave around you. Pulling his underwear down as well, you free his erection and he’s bigger than you envisioned when you felt him against you when he had you over the table. You can’t help but smile as Josh looks down at the sight before him, and what a sight it is, a Princess topless, half dressed in her skirts, flushed from the afterglow of an orgasm, loose curls falling in her face from their pinned place in her hair, a look of pure evil in her eyes and that's all it takes to get Josh, Prince of the Kingdom of Shambala, to hurriedly strip himself of his remaining clothes almost embarrassingly quickly and ungracefully just to be in her presence.
Letting out a giggle and an eye roll as Josh throws the remainder of his clothes off, his garments hitting the rug covered floor with an anticlimactic thud. “So desperate and what for?” You smile smugly with a pause, reaching to take his hardened shaft in your hand, he shivers at your touch along with a groan he tried miserably to suppress.
“All for me?'' You finish as you pump his cock slowly, your wrist rolling him into your hand, swiping the precum over the pillowy head, spreading it over him and minorly increasing the speed. Josh lets out a muffled moan as he lets his hands hold against the table behind him, “You have a Princess on her knees Joshua, do not hold back anything I give you or I will stop.” You say almost annoyed, your tone stern enough to straighten Josh’s posture, you grasp him just a bit harder as you pump faster, “Follow my lead, Josh. Come on. Trust me.” You whisper almost sinisterly, mocking his words earlier on the dance floor.
“Yes, Princess.” he huffs out most deliciously, “Good boy.” you smile as you lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, almost immediately earning a fully carried out groan from Josh. You reward his quick learning with kitten licks on the head, making Josh grasp the edge of the table, you hold his length up just to press kisses into the underside of his cock, marveling in its length and thickness, how perfect it feels in your hand, how it feels so soft against your lips, your curiosity to see how it feels on your tongue makes you open your mouth and take him in.
Josh moans lowly at the sensation of your mouth, the way you begin to move up and down his length with such purpose, eyes fluttered closed as you relish in the feeling of him in your mouth. He feels so soft, so warm, it's unlike anything you had ever felt before, you had never gotten to have a man like this before and the moment your lips connected to his cock, you knew you’d want to do this again and again, but only to Josh, something about watching a man so prideful and smug all of the time, easily melt in your hands was something you would dream of for nights to come.
The way his brows tilt upward into the most pleasure, his jaw goes slack as he struggles to keep his eyes from squeezing closed as he loses himself in the feeling, to hear those desperate moans, sighs and whimpers, well, it's enough to make you absolutely soaked all over again.
You take him as far as you can and Josh’s hands fall to your hair, “Fuck,” he cries, his hands do not push you or guide you, they merely take hold in your once perfectly done hair, his nails scratching dully against your scalp makes you moan, the vibration from your throat makes Josh nearly double over, a whimper so angelic you can feel your core pounding in aching need.
Josh quickly stands back up and pulls you by the hair from his cock, you let out a gasp for air as your watery eyes meet his, “You keep that up and I’ll leave your pretty little pussy to ache all night without me.” He says, finding that ever present attitude you’ve grown so familiar to.
Fearing he'll do as he threatens, you move and stand before him. He moves toward you as you finally take in the beauty of his stark nakedness, he looks almost as though he was but a sculpture come to life just to have his way with you, to indulge in such sin with only you.
He makes his way over to you, somehow the tension between the two of you is almost thicker than earlier, his hand drapes over your clothed hip as he undoes the long ribbon that holds your petticoat to you, the fabric loosened enough that it falls away, leaving you now completely naked before him as well. His hand comes to run over your belly, the softness of the back of his knuckles running over the gentle flesh beneath makes goosebumps rise over your skin.
Finally, the two of you are stripped down to the person beneath all of the finery, down to what could be considered your truest selves. Both you and Josh allow your hands to roam over each other, touching and exploring the other in a silence only interrupted by the snapping of the logs in the fireplace.
Your eyes meet his, and it's like a switch flipped and you cannot help but kiss him, he meets your lips with an equal amount of fervor and need, that the combined passion between you feels as though it's too much to bare. Josh leans down and picks you up, legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you, your lips never ceasing their kiss as he brings you to lay on the plush couch. He moves to be on top of you, his hand leading his cock through your folds, you break from the kiss as you release a moan from the blissful sensation.
“Are you sure?” Josh asks so genuinely with a hint of nervousness you can’t help but blush, you never took Josh for the gentleman type of lover, but you’re learning all kinds of things tonight. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I am going to break off this engagement.” You snap, he chuckles in return as he goes to kiss your neck, his hand guiding him to your entrance, slowly slipping inside of you. He lets out a shaky sigh as he presses into you, your arms on his sides pulling him closer to you as you moan at the burn of him stretching you out, one that feels so delectable you can’t stop your nails from digging into the muscle of Josh’s back.
He moves to be fully seated inside of you, the both of you sighing in pure bliss. Josh waits a moment, “That feel okay, Princess?” He asks, that candor of kindness laced in his words makes your heart soar, is this the real Josh? This gentle and protective man you can’t help but want more of, you can only nod, hoping not to scare this version of him away, “No, I need to hear you say it, tell me baby.” He asks again, you whimper at his words, so different from the way he asked you to speak earlier, it’s almost as though something has changed.
“Yes. I need you, want to feel you, Josh.” You whine, your voice faltering on his name seems to only make the barrier around his false and cocky persona crack away more. “Then let me give it to you.” He says as he begins to slowly thrust into you, the both of you whimpering as he moves in and out of you, his pace picking up has you staring up at him and it's so intimate, like he can see right behind your eyes and into your thoughts, he brings you both back into a kiss, muffled moans from the both of you as he begins to set a pace that has you both crying out in pleasure. “Oh, Josh, oh fuck baby, yes right there-oh fuck.” You choke out as he slams into you. He looks so stunning above you, his curls bouncing in time with his movements, his eyes closing as his cock hits so deep inside of you, some place you’ve never even felt before.
You can feel the coil in your lower abdomen begin to tighten and you know you’re close. You sit up and kiss him, moving him with you as you get him to lie down on the couch, wanting to ride him so you can watch more astutely the way he falls apart underneath you. His hands fall to your hips as he sits back and watches you sink down on his dick, the two of you groaning at the change in position, the way he fills you up so well has your head falling back and eyes closing as you begin to bounce.
"Oh God, Princess." His moan empowering you to look down at him and bite your lip, glancing down at him with such confidence it makes you put your hands in your hair, you're the one putting on the show this time.
Maybe Josh was right about you liking the attention? God don't let him figure that out or his ego is going to skyrocket, ah fuck it, you think as you swirl your hips and bounce up and down on his length, his eyes trained on the private show before him.
Watching the way your hands run over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, how your head falls back, your loosened curls swaying with you as you roll your hips in such a deliciously sinful manner. Josh's hands grasp your ass, his dull nails digging into the soft flesh beneath, his eyes consuming you like you were an angel from the Sistine Chapel. "Ah, you keep bouncing like that and I'm-" "I am too." You say with a huff, Josh's fingers come down between your legs and runs his thumb over your clit. This action alone has you doubled over, your head buried into his neck, whining and crying out in pleasure, kissing and biting at the skin of his neck, your climax soon approaching.
With a move that makes your head spin, he stands from the couch, hands gripping your ass, your legs wrapping around his legs as he moves you both to the rug covered floor in front of the blazing fire. Your back lying bare on the rug is so soft as he thrusts into you, his thumb continues rolling over your clit. You moan out, eyes rolling back in your head as your legs tighten around his hips, pulling him closer, sliding so deep inside you.
The desperation between the two of you reaching a fever pitch for your own respective peaks, the way your eyes meet seem to hold something more than just need, it's almost a sort of fondness? More than lust, it's too gentle. Right when you think you've found the right emotion behind those big sweet brown eyes, your own orgasm starts to take hold, "Oh, ah, Josh-" "I know, pretty girl. Come on, I'm here." He pants, voice breaking in such a way that you can't help but pull him into a kiss.
He sighs out a moan against your lips as your back arches off the floor, his hips moving in a sloppy rhythm that only proves how on the verge he is. "Ah, Josh, oh you're so fucking huge, oh fuuuck, please, cum with me Josh, need to feel it." You beg him as you weave your fingers in his curls, your eyes pleading him.
He looks at you a moment, his eyes searching your face, mouth agape, "I'm- ah-" His response is cut off as his hips slam against you, his cock deep inside of you makes the both of you fall into bliss. You can't hold back the need to pull him flush against you, nails scratching down his back in such a way it makes Josh's voice tremble as he spills inside of you, his voice soft and desperate as he whines out your name in the sweetest way that you've ever heard it said before in all your life. The two of you can't help the way you're clawing at each other, looking to keep the other close, closer than even possible.
Your legs loosen their hold on his hips, his face is buried in your neck and the both of you are searching for breath and quite possibly a way out of this situation that will continue the dance you two used to dance before you broke and ended up in this mess. But nothing snarky comes.
The silence is deafening, it's the most comfortable silence you and Josh have ever shared, and it only took being completely naked on your library floor in the light of the fireplace with his dick still buried inside you.
You almost pray you never have to move from this spot, but the moment can't last forever. Josh sits up and moves to hover above you on wobbly arms, the two of you only share a look.
"So-"
"Please don't ruin this." You interrupt making Josh smile.
"I was only going to say, if we end every argument like this, I think I might end up liking this arranged marriage thing." He grins at you before moving to pull out of you. "Ah," you whimper, the sound making its way out before you could stop it, "Especially if I get to hear those pretty sounds again, Princess." He smirks as he leans back over you, kissing you on the cheek before standing to grab both of your clothes.
"I don't think we can show back up to our own party again tonight." You say as he hands you your undergarments and dress, "Why, you think everyone will be able to see how I fucked you into oblivion?" He chuckles as he pulls his underwear back on. "If they don't notice the hickies on your neck first." You smile as you pull on your own panties. Josh moves swiftly to a mirror against the wall, fingers sweeping against the rosy and purple marks.
"You're going to pay for that." He replies with a smile as he turns back to you, "Besides, I don't know how well I can dance with my legs shaking like this." You say as you cautiously stand, your thighs twitching from your earlier activities. Josh comes back over to you, his lips inches from yours.
He moves down to run a finger up your inner thigh, collecting the cum that had leaked down your leg. He brings the finger to your lips, you open your mouth expectantly, his finger laying on your tongue. You close your lips around his digit, sucking the delightful taste off of his finger. His eyes darken at both the sight and sensation, you release his finger and look up at him with the biggest doe eyes you can muster. He sighs as he pulls you closer by the waist, his hand cradling your chin, your chests pressing flushed against each other. He smirks as he speaks, voice just above a whisper.
"You are going to be the death of me."
"Oh honey, I'll certainly try."
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its really funny you say the author drew from real life bc recently one of her negative reviews got a lil bit of attention on tik tok for that book & it just tears into her for basically writing a self insert among other things.
i got this ask a few days ago and didnt quite get it but finishing the book and reading the reviews i get it now......it seems that the more you know of rfk the more you'll hate yellowface 😭😭😭 which is interesting....the main valid criticism ive seen so far is that she's been accused of colorism and her self insert was too and it was hand waved away....like that's weird....that's suspicious. and i get what ppl are trying to say...rfk uhhhh poking fun at her critics is annoying and i guess i could see it as trying to change the narrative or point the finger in a different direction but the themes in yellowface aren't wrong? and i don't think an author having a self-insert is inherently bad? at least not in this case....
like. at the start of the novel athena is propped up to be a saint after death even tho no one liked her and then it was revealed she leeches off pain. not good. but she also was a victim of the singular minority thing in publishing but she also didnt go out of her way to uplift other asians in writing. she's a complex character with a lot of faults its not like rfk made her a mary sue that was confirmed to do no wrong. so ppl are mad that she drew from real things and is probably putting some of her real feelings into the mix but i feel like every character gets a HEALTHY dose of reaming and what's 'hand waved' away is real life. like? 😭😭😭😭 cassandra clare is a freak and a half and had a booming career. idk ive read ego inflating self inserts and this didnt really feel that way to me bc EVERYONE is painted as in the wrong you know? the critics are right but they also thrive on negativity. the writers are often awful ppl but theyre also victims of hate mobs. twitter hate mobs are trying to uphold morality bc theyre stupid and twist moral causes into reasons to be hateful. etc. its hard for me to say that rfk was poking fun at anyone specifically just the industry itself...and it is a fucking goofy racist mess lol but i guess it can be seen as hypocritical to critical of the system you're a part of even tho thats the only way u can get critique
scrolling thru more 1 star/2 star reviews i see ppl saying the quippy more fun writing isnt for them which is fine. totally valid. but im seeing a lot of ppl be like 'the characters are ridiculous' and l i think a lot of ppl hate that june is like obliviously racist towards asian ppl the whole way thru and doesn't 'learn'. but i mean that's real life. a lot of white liberals are racist and never want to admit it bc they believe they're good. i dont even think rfk went TOO overboard. that rambly compliments turning into racism thing is just what white ppl do 😭 i saw a few other ppl be like 'why is this book so confused w twitter spats' like?????? are u aware of how writers are now????? they are terminally online and they do weird stunts and actually a yter i like has a series called authors behaving badly and a lot of them are....terminally online white women
anyways reading the negative reviews has been interesting.............theyre REALLY mad abt the self insertism kalgklgkagklglkakglaklkglkgak like damn y'all better not lift from real life for a character or the readers WILL be mad. personally as long as its not egregious or playing the victim i don't mind bc im messy LMAO
#like i get why ppl would think its annoying#those books turn out to be the book in reality things can feel like a cop out#but as far as self inserts go athena was heavily criticized all the way down#and in ways that are realistic#ppl do wait around to complain for valid reasons or bandwagon reasons#blb: yellowface#kendras bookclub
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I have two questions for you if you don't mind? I read the ask about "bedtime stories" a few days ago, and it was deeply comforting to know I'm not the only one. Even more so to know it's not "weird" for your brain to get away from you like that, to lose sleep over it. But how do you remember things, or do you sometimes just hope you remember? Because I either have to feverishly jot notes down af unholy hours and risk not sleeping, or just forget everything. It's like a trade off that I'm not a huge fan of, and any advice on the remembering bit would be so helpful!
Also, I'm not sure if it would be too much or not, but I just gotta ask- is there like a process that you use in your planning docs or when outlining? That's the part of writing that I find myself struggling with. My brain can come up with snippets here and there, but they're unrelated, disconnected, uncohesive jumbles of thoughts most of the time. I have them all down in an idea doc (That is 26 pages now in 12 point font, help me) and I just. I don't know what to do-
Anyways. Sorry if I've sent too many asks in what with the Symphony stuff, I'm trying to just let myself be the gremlin I am but do let me know if it's too much! Hope your wrists are being very nice to you and the sleep fairy blesses you each night, love to see you thriving <3
hahaha, no, youre fine! i don't mind people sending in a bunch of asks. if there are a lot, i'll just screenshot them and put them into one post like i did yours, so send away! C:
i have a notebook by my bed where i write down the really important things. usually though i won't bother, because mooooooost of the time i remember things in the morning. (not all the time. sometimes i get really irritated bc i know i came up with something great but i can't remember it.) i imagine there are like. voice apps you can use on your phone or something so you can record things without having to be fully conscious, too.
as for how i plan fics, i have a post here where i kind of go into my process generally. i also have a giant planning document hahaha. i keep it at the top of my drive as seen here, and when i write i keep it open in a tab next to where i'm writing since i have a calendar in there that i use to keep dates straight.
that post covers the basics, but i can go into more detail if there's a specific part of the planning process that you feel like you're having a hiccup on. granted, my best advice is to find a method that works for you... but that's something that comes with time, and cannibalizing the parts you like from other authors until you find Your process is the way to do it imo.
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Hey! I have another prompt because I love you're writing so so much. Carlos is an omega but Omegas are almost always female. So thats how people treat him and it causes him dysphoria and he really is a guy god damn it. So Jay (alpha or beta) helps him reaffirm that he is male no matter his status. I hope this prompt is ok! Thanks for your time and the awesome works you make!
This has been sitting in my ask box for three years, I hope it's worth the wait @darkprinceofdarkness! One of my recent favorite things about ABO fics are exploring the gender dynamics with alphas/omega and what it means to be a dominant/aggressive girl or a submissive/dainty guy. I think there's a lot to explore about the intersectionality of what it means to be a boy/girl with what it means to be an alpha/omega, so enjoy!
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Pretty.
Delicate.
Petite.
Carlos doesn't consider himself to be any of those things. Not just because he's from the Isle either. (Though Evie is somehow all of those things despite the Isle shaping her into one of the most vicious girls Carlos has ever met.)
But he's a boy. Carlos doesn't want to be those things, he isn't those things. But that's what omegas are supposed to be.
That's what they are in the magazines and in the movies and in the textbooks. They're portrayed like girls.
And it shouldn't bother Carlos, he knows Auradon is weird about gender norms, it's a conversation he's had many times with Lonnie and even a few times with Chad. It's so heavily enforced by the older heroes, those who are so afraid of change, but there is a new generation in Auradon Prep who know that boys can be feminine and girls can be masculine and those who aren't quite boy or girl can be anything in between.
It's one of the few things Carlos feels superior to Auradon for - his open mindedness.
It shouldn't upset him that Auradon wants him to be...girly. But the few strides Auradon has made with breaking down gender stereotypes haven't even touched the stereotypes with someone's role, their secondary gender. Even Chad, an omega boy with lip gloss and manicured nails, still quirks a brow at Carlos' callouses and grease stained shirts.
Carlos fits sometimes - his love for fashion, his adoration for small dogs, his dark eyes that seem just too wide when compared to other omegas - but he doesn't fit at the same time. He's got more muscles than any omega he knows, he flinches when people try to do his hair, his skin is marked with scars and imperfections, a history of a hard life that most omegas don't have.
"C? You good?" Jay calls from his bed. "You've been in your own head for a while now."
Carlos looks past his own reflection - he's been standing at the vanity for far too long - to meet Jay's eyes in the mirror. "I think so?"
Jay tilts his head, but doesn't move. He waits for Carlos to continue, gives him time and space to form his own thoughts.
"I don't understand why Auradon wants me to be..." It shouldn't upset him that Auradon is okay for a boy to be like a girl, but it pisses him off that Auradon expects an omega to be like a girl. And it shouldn't piss him off either because Carlos has never cared what Auradon thought of him, never cared what anyone thought of him, not anyone who wasn't Jay or Evie or Mal.
But Jay understands the words Carlos can't say. "Ah, like how Fairy Godmother keeps trying to tell me that long hair isn't appropriate for a boy?" He smirks because of course Jay isn't bothered by disapproval from authority, he thrives on it.
"It's not being a boy, it's..."
"Being an omega?"
Carlos finally pulls away from the vanity and collapses into bed next to Jay. "Their open-mindedness is really just another form of closed-mindedness. How can I argue that an omegas shouldn't be feminized without saying boys shouldn't be allowed to be feminine?"
Jay nuzzles his shoulder. "That's a big question that I don't have an answer to, C."
"It's not your job to have a solution," Carlos sighs and nuzzles right back into Jay's chest. "I just want to be me, you know?" He wants to be Carlos, who likes fashion because he just does, who likes mechanical engineering because he just does, who likes dance because he just does.
"So then be you."
Which is such simple advice and if Carlos could do that, he would already be doing that!
Jay seems to since his irritation with that answer because he huffs. "Fuck them. People give me shit for being an alpha and a boy with long hair and earrings and fucked up nail polish." Jay flexes his fingers in front of them chipped red polish that Evie did just yesterday. "There are so many things Auradon hates about us, we really can't fix all of them."
It's so much easier said than done though, especially with so much of Auradon expecting him to be the random things they say an omega should be.
His silence prompts Jay to continue. "You know I talk about you at R.O.A.R. practice sometimes, to younger Freshmen omegas, guys and girls who are worried people will give them shit for playing such a rough sport."
Carlos blinks at him. He doesn't understand how he would ever come up at R.O.A.R. practice since he quit last year.
"I tell them that you're an omega and you played for a year and that you did tourney for a year."
"Only because you were there."
"Dude, you helped score so many goals in tourney though. You were faster than half the players, you set up so many shots." Jay flicks his ear. "I tell them about how much ass you kicked, then Lonnie tells them you stayed as long as you did just to give a metaphorical middle finger to anyone who said you shouldn't. It makes them feel better, C. Like they're not weirdos for wanting to play sports."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No way, I never lie about R.O.A.R." Jay says soberly. "Or to you. I never lie to you."
Carlos punches his chest and Jay punches right back, not treating him like he's some delicate creature who needs to be handled with care.
"I know it's not a solution, but this fuck all attitude you have, that we all have, I think it's helping some of the kids here. Think of all those baby faced omegas who will look at you and want to be like you."
Carlos flushes. No one has ever wanted to be like him.
"Just be you, dude. Everyone will think you're just as cool as I do."
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Ahhh, I'm so rusty!! I have to work on re-learning their voices. I think the discussion of gender norms is too complicated to be explored in a one-shot, especially when used in an ABO setting, but I hope I did it some justice.
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Chances are that it's because I've known of Hazbin Hotel and the Hellaverse for years now, but I refuse to believe that fans /or people who watch it are THIS dense.
The serie shows things and tells stories people just choose to ignore and at this point I'm convinced it isn't even in favour of aus and un-canon ideas, but the point totally flies over every body's head.
Starting off strong with the FUCKING AGE RATING because I've seen and heard too many kids (not 15-16 teens but legit 10/11 KIDS) singing the songs from the show.
[Boohoo I'm no prude and I used to watch stuff not age appropriate (porn/violence related) as a kid too, I know many people my age did, and what do we think of it? Yup, not that good.]
Anyways, here's a list of things that are literally stated in the pilot, the damn series and old comics but all that seem difficult to understand:
Alastor's aromantic and asexual
Heavily implayed from the start of times, said by the author, said by a character, to him, IN THE SHOW. And I'm not bothered about the fanarts and shipping cause thats no one's buisness honestly, but just...canon wise. plot wise. he Is Not Heterosexual.
It always seemed like a consistent part of who he is as a character, honestly. Which also brings me to point two:
he's not an angel
I was impressed by how Literally people take the songs lol. When he says he wants to unclip his wings or he has his "tail between his legs" (song with vox) it's not literal, but a figure of speech guys. He wants freedom and ran away scared. that all. Also it's known that he's a sinner demon, a cannibal and all the canon things.
Valentino hate
I get it he's toxic. But uhm...we're in hell. This serie really is a breath of fresh air honestly, cause morally ambiguous characters thrive in it. Nope, you don't have to have him as a favorite character, but we're in Hell. What did you expect? Schweppes?
Vaggie and Charlie are a couple and it's been obvius and canon since pilot
Yup, I've seen too many comments going "I thought they were sisters! Hate this kind of lesbian representation" or sum and honestly? Yall mad about nooothing, cause it really shows that they're a couple
VaGgIe Is An AnGeL???
Duh. I quote miss Carmine on this
Pretty sure there's more stuff that bothers me but now I can't remember lol
Anyways, after years of loving Helluva Boss and waiting on Hazbin, Vivienne really didn't disappoint. Neither did the Love and Attention this first season got. But stoppp being stubborn over canon eventsss
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hey!! this is chance and here’s week 5’s prompt. your oc suddenly gets transported to a mall. what store(s) would they go in? would they buy anything? what would they think? tell me about the experience.
Thanks for the ask Chance, as always it is a delight :)
Now, to make this a bit of a group activity, I'm going to say Jake, 13, and One all get isekaied to a mall. I'm also going to assume they have some local currency for spending money. They're all native to a crowded hellscape of capitalism, so the transition will, I suspect, go relatively smoothly.
13 will be confused and overwhelmed at first since he's not as used to the hustle and bustle of the city as Jake is. Jake will do his best to guide 13 through the din but realizes there is no need to worry when they come across a bookstore, and 13 straight up loses himself in the stacks. Bookstores aren't really a thing in The City, as reading fiction and literature is considered a frivolous activity. There does exist a thriving cottage industry of dime novels and serials in printed magazines, but the lack of centralized distribution leaves these struggling for relevance. After briefly being paralyzed by the sheer scale of fiction available to him and the plethora of authors he hasn't even heard of, 13 will no doubt be beset by what I can only describe as a ruthlessly efficient book-shopping mood. At the end of the trip, 13 will carry about 30% more books than a human his size should conceivably be able to carry owing to his superior strength and dexterity.
After leaving 13 to his books, Jake will probably amble around without any clear plans. The mall's hardware store keeps him busy for a while, but he ultimately finds the tools to be of decent quality but ill-fitting for the kind of work he'd need them for. After spending some time being disappointed at how there seems to be no clockwork technology around, Jake buys a pair of decent boots and spends the rest of the time people-watching.
While Jake's unflinchingly practical approach makes him a bit of a boring shopper, it's nothing on One. It hasn't come up much so far, but One does not like crowds at all. Whoever she was before being converted to a Clockman, years of skulking around in the shadows and continously plotting for this or that end has left her badly agora- and enochlophobic. To make matters worse, her first instinct in coming face to face with large crowds is hiding, and the omnipresent lights makes that difficult. To add to it, the presence of muzak and other artificial sources of sound messes with the anti-sound field that One relies on to move silently.
After having a moderate to severe panic attack in the food court, One will likely decide to make the best out of a, to her, objectively terrible situation. One makes an exercise out of it, taking the option to train on her crowd stealth. After getting some more inconspicious clothes than the "nude androgyneous clockwork robot"-look she usually rocks, One gets to work. Knowing One she probably chose to steal the clothes to avoid the social interaction required for the purchase. One then spends the rest of the day getting better at staying outside of notice in the crowd, moving in such a way to throw off potential tails without attracting attention, perhaps lifting a few wallets and dumping them on unsuspecting people for a laugh, that sort of thing.
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Jan 1 - Day #2 - A Fortnight of Books
I am loving these prompts!
Most surprising (in a good way) book of this year?
"A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen
I was shocked how glad I was that I read this, because I knew it mostly as an example Chesterton and similar authors of the rough time period used to discuss the controversial feminist ideas of the day. In other words, I knew it by reputation through the lens of "'A Doll's House' reflects everything wrong with how we think about women and marriage these days." This is not to say the historical context/critical reception at time of its release is not important - this play would fall flat without them. But taking the play on its own terms, here's what I say. Nora is 100% right about the problem she and Torvald face - even though they do their best to love each other and have been happy in the lesser idea of marriage society has shaped them to believe in, there is no respect or maturity in their marriage and it will ultimately fail. Nora has her eyes opened to the idea of what marriage should be - utter self gift of each to the other, striving and sacrificing always for trust and respect, together helping the other thrive in all that they are, as a team and in their own individuality and in their responsibility to their children and community. A marriage with no stupid delineation between love and respect, a marriage of equals. She has no words for it, but what she's talking about is a ToB marriage, in fact.
But she realizes that society has fed her and her husband extremely messed up ideas about what it means to been a good upperclass woman or man, and to have a good marriage, and that they're not equipped to embrace what a true marriage should be. So she walks out and leaves no contact information. I think she made the wrong choice. I think what we see in this play, as horrible as the situation is, is a Flannery O'Connor time moment of grace. The true ugliness of Nora and Torvald's relationship has been made clear, and the contrasting beautiful marriage they both desire has been made manifest. This is awesome! This is what a play SHOULD do! The solution it proposes leaves a lot to be desired, but I think that's only because neither Nora nor Ibsen knows how to solve the problem, and making a clean break is all that they can come up with. But it seems to me that in that moment of grace, Nora and Torvald should have determined to make one, last incredible try. Separation might have to be involved, for a time. Certainly extremely hard work and brutal honesty would have to be involved. And there's nothing to say they would be successful - but if they only gave it one chance now that they KNOW the truth that was hidden from them... And that's why I like this play. I disagree with how Ibsen wraps it up, but he was RIGHT to raise this issue to the light back in his day, and I think the conversations around it must have been stupendous. Where is that post about how all fiction has been touched by sin, and you can focus on that, but you can also find where it has been touched by truth? So I have a complex relationship with this play, but am very glad I read it. Oh, and Nora has such an amazing arc.
(Some of this may be off - it's been nearly a year since I read it and some bits are hazy.)
Most disappointing book/Book you wish you enjoyed more than you did?
Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson
I DNF'd this one. Ugh, I was so excited for the new Cosmere book - bought it the day it hit the shelves, and everything! But the good parts became overshadowed for me by all the immature body stuff and "sneaking peeks." I roll my eyes in this book's general direction. If you want to make a point about vulnerability, there are better ways to do it.
Sanderson, if Stormlight 5 isn't an awesome series finale to make up for this, you're the one who's getting magically turned into a coat rack.
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I got asked about my personal ranking of the Bridgerton books and I felt like it was probably time to say it. Now I will say this is just my preference, and it is just based off the books. I don't hate any of these characters, i'm not trying to start any discourse. Someone just asked and I thought why not?
1. Polin, RMB - Ya'll know these two are my favorite, I have made it no secret they are my favorite. I love my little author couple. I am a big mythology fan too so I love all the references to the Odyssey in their story such as Colin coming home to Penelope and the 10 year time span it took him to get there. She fell first, he fell harder is also one of my favorite tropes because I think it's hilarious that once the guy is in love he's in love. I also adore their personal journeys throughout this story such as with Penelope's agency and her writing as Lady Whistledown. Also Colin's journey of discovering that what he's been looking for has been there he's just never thought about it that way.
2. Philoise, TSPWL - So I come from a very blended family, adoption, step siblings, stepparents, half-siblings, full siblings. You name it it's probably happened in my family, if not my immediate than my extended. So I adore when I get to see that in books and see the characters trying to navigate those kind of family set ups. Phillip was a breathe of fresh air too after having three repetitive Bridgerton men in a row. He's not over the top like the Bridgerton brothers, and frankly Eloise, he's much calmer and has an almost silent strenth/dominance about him. Like he's happy to let Eloise take over the running of his life while he works in the greenhouse, even encourages her to at times, he'll support his wife 100%, but god help you if you truly piss this man off. Eloise's journey as well to learn to sit down and let others come to you when they're ready instead of bulldozing yourself forward is something I appreciate as well.
3. Franchael, WHWW - Again love of blended families defiantly helped push this one forward, because I also believe it is possible to find love again after the loss of a spouse. After getting past the fact that Michael shares a name with my grandfather. I love that both Michael and Francesca both felt like they were in the shadows of their families but how they went about that different ways. Now don't get them wrong they know they were loved by their family and they truly did love their families but just because someone loves you doesn't mean they can't accidentally hurt you. Francesca made herself content in the shadows, she found her joys, and in a way clung to her one family member she felt closest to. Meanwhile we have Michael making people see him by becoming the Merry Rake, but also in a way still taking to the shadows by hiding his love for Francesca. I love when we finally got to that part of the book where they finally realize that they see each other, they love one another, and that's something they want to keep to themselves, at least for a little bit. I loved that they eloped, thought it was fitting. They don't have to share their love with their families, nor do they want to, it's something just for them.
4. Kathony, TVWLM - One of the books I related to a little too well. Little fact about me I am an eldest daughter who for a time period that still has affects to this day, was basically the third parents for her younger siblings when I was roughly in my preteen and early teens. So I get Anthony's and Kate's, struggles of trying to make sure their siblings are happy and thriving. I also enjoyed their journeys of discovering that hey it's okay to want something, something permanent, for yourself. I enjoyed Anthony and Kate's rivals to lovers romance (not enemies, they were rivals and I will fight anyone on that.) They're both strong willed and competitive, which I enjoyed seeing still lasted even after marriage as shown by the second epilogue where it's revealed they have annual pall mall match.
5. Grucy, OTWTTW - Oh Gregory, you little baby himbo. Honestly, his book was probably the perfect ending to this series. Julia must've had a dart board filled with romance tropes when she wrote this book and whatever ones the darts landed on she put in, and then asked herself how can I make this more extra. Gregory honestly felt like at times he had a checklist and was determined to outdo his brothers when it came to how scandalous his road to true love would be. I liked how Gregory was a romantic, like Phillip, it was a nice change of pace compared to his brothers. Not saying the other boys weren't romantic, but Gregory wasn't afraid to let it show. Lucy was a real treat, too, being the calm to Gregory's crazy.
6 & 7. Saphne & Hyareth, TDAI, IIHK - I put these two together because honestly I could go either way depending on the vibes that day. I thought both romances were sweet at their core. Simon and Gareth having their shitty "fathers" but them going in opposite directions of how they handle it. Simon ran, and completely avoided his father. Waited for his dad to croak to finally come back. Gareth basically went fuck you to his dad, I'm going to do something you could never. Both of them also, in the way I read it at least, craving that family comfort their wives had. I also love the girls. I love the hints of how traditional, yet also not Daphne is throughout her story. She's looking to create the best life she can despite her puzzle missing a few pieces. I also adore her more non-traditional traits such as how hard she hits as said by both Simon and her brothers. Hyacinth is a riot. Like Gregory, she's basically got a checklist of trying to outdo her sisters, and she's non apologetic about it. It's also hilarious when you think about how Violet and Anthony differed when it was when the first daughter getting married vs the last daughter getting married.
8. Benophie, AOFAG - Again I don't hate these characters but this is definitely my least favorite of the books. I am grown enough to realize that my personal experience working in restaurants and hotels has probably tainted my view of this book. I have been in Sophie's shoes where a man of higher power has tried to solicit sexual favors out of me. Now it was never my direct boss or a associate of my boss, but we do get some rich business men who come in for a few days who try it, the whole getting the front desk girl to come back to the room with them thing. I can tell you they're usually drunk. It's gross. Benedict's constant pushing for Sophie to be his mistress in this book reminds me of this one guy who basically followed me around my whole shift one weekend, he's not allowed back, and if he was they know I would quit on the spot. Now once Benedict and Sophie are actually on the same playing field and treating each other as equals, I think they're cute. I admire Sophie's kindness and willingness to forgive. She's a better woman than me, because Benedict would've gotten a no from me the first time he asked and then socked in the face the second time. I would still be in jail because I would throw hands with the stepmom. Benedict's journey of getting his prevlidge checked is another that I do enjoy. He has defiantly gone through a lot if not the most self improvement in the books with his view changes around Sophie and gaining empathy towards her.
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post-school school/career headcanons (non-exhaustive, will make a part two eventually), for your consideration:
nina goes to undergrad for literature with a concentration in creative writing. hasn't picked a medium yet, and regardless it's not like making it in screenwriting is that much easier than traditional publishing, so she writes by night and is an office temp by day (she is aware of the irony of being the "permanent new girl" as a job description. it was funny the first time someone pointed it out. the first time.)
fabian gets a bachelor's in history and immediately goes to grad school for...library/information science. he has to spend a good bit explaining to people that yes, that's a real major, and no, "the books don't start reacting with each other -- a science is a system of ideas, not just when something blows up." he works as a TA and is torn between if he wants to stay in academia or find more "practical" work (this is where i mention this is background work for a story where he goes back to the school to teach <3)
amber might go to a post-secondary fashion school, but even if she does, she's absolutely going for the connections and dropping out the second she gets an industry job, most likely in nyc (which considering how well off she is...probably didn't take long). idk she's thriving (though if she's surrounded by work/kind of by herself socially i could see her getting to a breaking point and claiming she needs roommates to afford rent (lie) just so she can have people around lol)
patricia actually DOES become a guidance counselor. LOL. i can't resist this one -- more specifically, i could see her going to a liberal arts undergrad without a direction in mind but knowing she "needs to figure one out," taking a couple psychology classes, realizing She Cares, declaring a major in psych, and after discounting the clinical track (too close to med school) and the research track (too creepy), she ends up working on an MA in social work
alfie seems like a guy who would have his fingers in like 5 different pies at all times -- depending on who he's talking to/if he feels he needs to impress them, he says one of the following: "business partner" (jerome's business -- more on that later -- alfie's more of an ideas/production guy than a """business guy""" but you don't need to know that if he's telling you this), freelance film crew (prop master/art department), Professional Artist (has a studio where he makes the stuff he uses for his various pursuits), comic author (i feel like he has a weird janky webcomic he makes for himself. i can't explain it. he has a couple thousand readers), etc. he's always picking up a new thing and finding a way to use it until he gets bored and does something else. he just tells his dad "jerome and i are making A Profit" to keep him off his back
speaking of jerome: i've always been fond of the idea that he and his dad go into business together at some point, so it'd be some sort of thing they could do together that alfie's artistic skills would be of use for. despite the fact that jerome very much would like to bend some rules here and there, his dad is not keen on the idea of going back to prison so unfortunately, no white collar crimes for him. (for now.) they're doing well all things considered, but jerome refuses to get a job to fund the business ("what's the point in doing all this if i'm going to let someone else be my boss anyway"), so he's definitely having to find creative ways to squeeze more money out of the business to, y'know. Survive
i'm not 100% settled on this joy idea but communications/PR? definitely gets her start somewhere more corporate, but i could see her getting creeped out by stuff she'd have to spin/help cover for, so she switches to nonprofit (which is also depressing, arguably moreso sometimes, but it's a bit easier to stomach). isn't directly involved in jerome's business, but she does "consult" (not without something in return. preferably, y'know. Money. but sometimes she starts a casual conversation without realizing she should have written up a contract first, and that's the only way that jerome will actually pay you)
#house of anubis#hoa#hoa headcanons#will add mara mick eddie kt willow later i have ideas but theyre not fully formed and this needs to get OUT of my drafts
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