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gendercomsumer · 1 year

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hello! I noticed that your request is open and if you can, can you write something with s/o who had an ability similar to dazai Osamu from bsd? Like they can neutralize any magic with only physical contact that way they often wear a gloves, it can be one shot, scenario or imagine and any characters are fine though I prefer malleus :), that's all thank you!

Malleus and Riddle with an S/O who has a power like Dazai! Meaning they can neutralize magic with a touch!

A/N: I’m happy to have my first request on my blog, you've also caught me in the middle of an inspiration spree so congrats :D! I found this really fun to right with Malleus and I wanted to add Riddle since I couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Riddle using ‘off with your head’ and S/O just being like ‘no<3’ Thank you again for sending in this request and I hope you enjoy! I decided to make these some short oneshots with some headcanons as well, hope that’s alright with you ^^!

Warnings: Ooc Malleus??(This is my first time writing him so i'm more than open to feed back!), not proof read

No gender was specified so I’ll keep the reader gender neutral!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts (838 words), Malleus Draconia (839 words)

Riddle Rosehearts :

You and Riddle had been in a relationship for a few months now. You both cared very deeply for each other as most couples did. He never pressed on the fact why you wore gloves often. He himself wore gloves so he didn’t see it as that strange of a thing. Possibly your hands got cold easily, or you just like wearing them. It had been a hectic day as usual, the usual shenanigans of the first years giving you gray hairs, the usual. You and your lover, Riddle, were usually the ones who dealt with the aftermath of whatever the first years did. You because you were part of the group, and Riddle because well, Ace and Deuce were part of his dorm. You and Riddle were having a small break having tea and talking about your days. It was a sweet moment the two of you would often half every other day or so. It was quiet, only your voices filling the elegant rose garden with light conversation. That was until it wasn’t so quiet… Ace and Deuce seemed to have a sixth sense for when the worst time to be annoying is. As they came through the rose maze yelling about something you couldn’t fully understand. You could see the steam that started coming out of his ears as the two continued to argue about whatever topic they had chosen today. Riddle stood up from his chair clearly angry at the two and yelled,

“What do you think you’re doing!? You’re breaking several of the Queen of Heart’s rules!?” You let out a sigh pressing a set of fingers to the side of your head. You didn’t enjoy having your afternoon with your lover interrupted by these two, even if you were used to their usual antics. You stood up from your chair as well next to Riddle with a partly disappointed expression directed towards Ace and Deuce. Riddle continued his rant and at that point the two boys had stopped their chasing and arguing and stood shoulder to shoulder taking the scolding. As much as it would be nice to have the boys have a proper punishment, if Riddle used ‘Off with your head’. Ace ,at least, would be at Ramshackle until the spell lost effect. Riddle was about at the point of using the spell and you could tell.

“You know I might as well punish you right here! Off with you-!” Before he could get through the entire sentence you had slid your glove off and placed your hand gently upon his head. Ace and Deuce who were expecting the collar of Riddle’s spell and were very confused. Riddle also had a look of confusion and looked at you. You only smiled at him sweetly,

“As much as I know they deserve the collar, I wouldn’t enjoy Ace hunkering down at Ramshackle until the spell wears off.” Riddle had his hands directly at his sides and his face was flushed red. Both from the still persistent anger caused by the duo, and from the embarrassment of the situation in his eyes. Riddle still gave them a long lecture on several of the queen's rules before letting the two walk back to the dorm, most likely assigning them the duty or re-painting the roses. When the two were out of sight and out of ear shot, Riddle started to process what happened and had quite a few questions.

“Pardon me my Rose, but what was that just now..?”

No matter how you decided to respond whether explaining your ability or not Riddle will be quickly fascinated by the ability, even if he’s kept in the dark about it

I could see him asking may questions if you do go into detail.

He finds the power partly similar to his own signature spell in the way that they can both block magic

He has a lot of questions lined up such as "Does it persist or is it only while you're touching the person"

If you don't want to go into detail or answer a certain question he'll respect it and not push any further.

From then on when ever you think he's about to use his signature spell in a situation you don't see fit, you give him a pat on the head and encourage him to calm down

He does find it a bit embarrassing and askes if you can touch him somewhere that's less obvious or flustering, like his wrist, since he most of the time also wears gloves.

This didn't change your relationship all that much for either of you

Riddle just saw this ability of yours as another reason why the two of you are a practically perfect fit!

You can make sure he's in check even when he's in a blind rage.

I can see the ability giving the person it's affecting a cooling feeling, Riddle enjoys the feeling partly as it reminds him to calm down and take a breath, it also reminds him you're with him :)

Malleus Draconia:

Mallus is naturally a curious person, and while he himself often wears gloves he was curious as to why you did the same. He simply did it because he was used to it with his dorm uniform. Did you have a similar reason or some other one? It was over the course of your time as friends and loves he’d ask out of the blue at times.

“Child of man, why do you wear gloves so often?” You’d usually give the excuse that you just like to wear them, your hands get cold easily, and so on. But Malleus was still curious as to the nature of your glove wearing habits. He saw it almost as a mystery to solve, and he will attempt! He’d try to find times where your gloves were off and see what would happen. Most of the time nothing happened that looked or seemed out of the ordinary to Malleus. He partly paused his investigation once you got into a relationship, wanting to make every moment with you a positive memory in both of your eyes. It was wonderful and romantic, Malleus was very gentle and caring towards you, and you were never scared of him. He partly forgot about the entire mystery of the gloves. The months dragged on and then Malleus finally picked the mystery of the gloves back up. The more he’s around you the more he notices that when you do have your gloves off, you’re usually touching someone. The person is also half of the time wanting to use magic to escalate the situation. He slowly started to put two and two together but before he came to the full conclusion he did get the slightest bit jealous. How come you never touched him without your gloves? Had he done something to make you feel like you couldn’t? He got partly scared and went to talk with you about it and decided to no longer just do his own research in hopes of an answer. It was during one of your late night walks the two of you took weekly. It was a beautiful night with a half moon and the stars shining brightly in the sky. The two of you had found a small patch of grass in a clearing to watch the stars. You and Malleus were sitting next to each other in silence watching the stars when he asked the question.

“My dear? Why do you take your gloves off to touch others and not me?” His voice was curious and also a bit dampened by the memories of you giving that treatment to others, but not him. You let out a sigh and smiled, as you went into a short explanation of your power. At the end you looked up at Malleus with the smile still gracing your face,

“I never used it on you, because I know you’d never harm me or others Mal!” Malleus paused for a moment as his eyes widened and he had many more questions. You let out a soft laugh and tugged off a glove and placed the uncovered skin on the side of Malleus’ face. The cooling sensation washed over him and he leaned into your touch.

“I wish I had known this feeling sooner, my dear… It’s comforting…”

Ever since then Malleus has loved whenever you touched him without your gloves on.

He didn’t mind that your touch canceled his magic, he never often used his magic outside of class except to do difficult tasks.

Like mentioned before he finds the cooling touch of your power comforting in a way he can not fully explain or comprehend.

Ever since you first touched him he’s been very affectionate, feeling your touch for the first time and since then he’s been hooked on it

Every time it’s just the two of you he’ll hold your hands and gently tug off your gloves

He loves it when you give him pets

Malleus also needs to have every form of affection with your hands, yes he had it before when your hands were gloved but now they were bare and it was a completely different experience!

Malleus will hold you hands and take in every feature of them, after being hidden under gloves for so long he needs to take in the beauty like he did before

I can also see him finding it partly humorous when a student gets confused when you use your ability on them, he also feels a sense of pride knowing that you wouldn’t have to use it on him for the same reason you used it on this random student.

He's so gentle with you as if you're made of glass and he loves to play with you hands

he's just a sweetheart over all and loved you dearly.

This didn't change your relationship much other than the fact that now he wants your gloves to be off when ever it's the two of you, i'll let you decide if that's a win or not!

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ariadnethedragon · 3 months

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HOFAS thoughts as I read it: (SPOILERS below)

All that t*rture in the dungeons, Ruhn’s piercing and tattoos. Baxian’s tattoo. The wings. “How strong is your bite?” Sarahhhhh!!!!! Stop! That was more than I could handle😫

The Middengard Wyrm😖. Nesta dealt with it brilliantly but it just makes you appreciate how impossible it was that human Feyre managed to kill this thing by herself with no decent weapons.

Azriel hugging Nesta and stroking her hair after she took the Mask off🥺

Bryce’s wallpaper being Hunt and the photo of her friends in the phone case—that made me tear up

Imagining the inner circle all surrounding Bryce’s phone trying to figure out how it works is hilarious. Also Nesta being jealous of Bryce’s music collection, “THOUSAND?”

The nightbright angst KILLED me💔💔💔

Hunt just dreaming of Bryce. She’s the only thing pulling him through, “He’d wanted so many things with her. A normal, happy life. Children.” HE BETTER GET EVERY SINGLE ONE IF THOSE THINGS OR HANDS WILL BE THROWN!

Silene. The Daglan. My theories were true😁😁

Sigrid. I had so much hope for her story but I was disappointed. Hopefully it’ll get better

Ariadne!! I wanted to see more of her😕

Ruhn’s bedroom. The burn cream😭😭😭

Lidia FUCKING Cervos. That breakout scene. Magnificent.

Jesiba and Ithan’s dynamic. Librarian Ithan and the fact that Jesiba is a Parthos priestess!!! Also JellyJubilee being the computer password😂

Bryce using the mating bond to teleport to Hunt😭😭😭

Bran and Ace. Lidia giving them her ruby ring for tuition as a goodbye💔

Hunt and Bryce got married?!!! WHEN?

Cloudberry crown sounds funny idk why

If I had a penny every time SJM included a set of unhinged/partly unhinged fae twins (yes connall I’m looking at you) in her series, I’d have three pennies bc it happens every single time

So the astronomer is basically a Voldemort 2.0

Flynn and dec going crazy for waffles on the mer ship

“I never had anyone fight for me” Oh Lidia my love😭😭

Guess I’m shipping Tharion and Sathia now🤷‍♀️

Lidia being turned on by Ruhn lighting a fire—girl, I get it.

“Because I’m yours, Day. I’m fucking yours.” Screaming crying throwing up

Lidia: “I want you all the time”😭😭😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩💗💗💗

Idk why but I am disappointed in the Autumn King, I thought there would be some redemption for him for some reason

Ruhn: “I am going to live and I am going to live well without you”😭😭

Bryce was always a queen but now she a queen Queen👀

Avallen becoming all green again.

Hunt being a demonic test tube baby😂😂

Dec being the first to look for service. Typical😂

Ithan x Perry???? Cinnamon and strawberry? I start getting suspicious when they notice all the nuances of that person’s scent. I think they’d be cute though

Nooooo, the prime—I keep thinking of him as master oogway from king fu panda and it makes me sad

Sabines finally dead🥳🥳

Ithan is prime now? Okay okay pop offf!!

Hunt finally breaking free of his halo and freeing Isaiah as well❤️

Is the under king from the ToG universe??? Valg??

Connor💔💔💔😭😭😭 The bullet. Memento mori

Sathia and Colin McCarthy. This will be interesting

Commando Hunt. The underwear was too small🤭🫨🫨

Morven guest room having red lace thongs😂😂

Okay tharion and sathia are really growing on me🥰🥰🥰

‘She’s my mate you fucker’ SCREAAMMING

Ace finally calling Lidia Mom😭❤️

Lidia is the descendant of Brannon. The fire, the hind/sacred stag. OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!

Pollux being incinerated☺️☺️☺️

The sprites and Irithys💗

The kill switch, the godslayer rifle. Bryce just blackholing the Asteri. She is so brilliant and cunning and clever and I love her.

Danika and the pack. Light it up Bryce. I SOBBED

Jesiba crying and then her sacrifice😭😭😭💔💔

Ember and Randal going to Prythian. Randal bonding with Rhys but more importantly Ember and Nesta—I want to cryyyy🥹🥹🥹

Starsword/Gwydion back in Prythian…whats going to happen in ACOTAR 5???

The princes of Hel—you gotta love em

Lidia and Ruhn finally having that beer

Flynn x Perry? Jealous Ithan😏

Syrinx running for his life when Hunt and Bryce share a heated look. It’s nothing new but it cracks me up all the time

Pegasuses in Avallen🥰🥰

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oraclekleo · 9 months

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Joshua (Seventeen) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

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Deck(s): Tarot in Wonderland

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Possible Physical Features

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Hong Joshua

Stage Name: Joshua

Group: Seventeen

DOB: 30.12.1995

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENFJ

Sun Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Sign: Wood Pig

Life Path Number: 3

Masterpost: Seventeen

Joshua (Seventeen)

Full Name: Hong Joshua Stage Name: Joshua Group: Seventeen DOB: 30.12.1995 Blood Type: A MBTI: ENFJ Sun Sign: Capricorn Chinese Sign: Wood Pig Life Path Number: 3

Spread / Question: Ideal Partner Deck(s): Tarot in Wonderland

Body - Ace of Cups

Joshua’s special person is likely someone who doesn’t seem to stand out in a crowd, they just blend in with the surroundings and follow the dress code that’s common in their field of work. They look completely ordinary like a tea cup, just one out of many in the cupboard of life. This plain and mundane look on the outside is likely to be a coverup for their real special and quirky self. In private, this grey mouse is likely to change utterly and feel most natural wearing something completely different from their usual apparel. Maybe they love to cosplay or maybe they love to wear like a vintage or steampunk fashion or maybe they just walk around their apartment in a unicorn onesie.

Heart - Page of Cups

Joshua’s ideal partner is a dreamer at heart. They might often space out or seem lost in their thoughts as they might have a tendency to daydream. Their inner life is very rich, they have many brilliant and unique ideas but they might lack the expertise or confidence to turn them into reality and so they just stock them up in their drawer, waiting for the time when they receive some well meant push to materialise them.

Spirit - Queen of Cups

Joshua’s perfect match is a very sensitive person, they can navigate through the emotional waters very well and they are likely to be highly emotionally mature. They don’t throw tantrums and they don’t give silent treatments to people, they are more than capable of communicating everything and anything through the way the other party won’t get upset regardless of the issue. This person is a down-to-earth romantic and while they do like to fantasise about a perfect romance, they have realistic expectations when it comes to their real life relationships. Joshua’s special partner is a person of well-developed intuition and they are likely to be able to help with processing complex emotions and feelings to other people while they don’t get personally overly engaged in the drama.

Soul - 5 of Cups

Joshua’s destined partner wasn’t born emotionally mature, they have been through things that left scars on their souls and hurt them. While they might have been through emotionally challenging times, those only helped them to grow and become a better person. They could have stayed bitter about the failures or disappointments but they decided to see the positive side of it all. Instead of holding grudges, Joshua’s special person let go of hate and resentment and embraced the little gifts in life. They managed to recognize the blessings rather than focusing on what went wrong. And this helped them to reach the emotional calm and peace of mind they have now.

Time - 7 of Swords

First thing that comes to my mind here is a thief of hearts. Joshua’s ideal partner might sort of sneak into his life and slowly but steadily build a close connection with him. See how the person on the card is leaving but leaving traces? Joshua’s significant other might try to escape as they recognize things are getting too serious but they - intentionally or unintentionally - leave so many traces behind them that it’s not a problem for Joshua to track them down and continue with the romance.

Place - VIII Strength

Joshua’s ideal partner is likely to create a very safe home for them both to live in. They might be very protective of him but at the same time respecting his nature and his ambitions. Joshua’s perfect match is likely to adjust their home in order to make it most comfortable for them both. If Joshua needs to travel, his partner is going to travel with him and turn any hotel room into an improvised home nest.

Possible Physical Features

(Joshua’s Ideal Partner might only have one or two of these features or they can have them all.)

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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Epels bad reputation

this is so perfect, had to do it. highly recommend listening to the song as you read, or listen to it beforehand.

It was another chaotic first-years hang-out night. It was late and everyone had a bit of a sugar high due to baking together and eating everything in one sitting. even jack was joining in the chaos.

Mc had the amazing idea to try and find songs that would fit people from their world. So they listened and did a karaoke night for a few hours until their voices were hoarse. Epel surprisingly was rocking out to one song a lot and even declared that he wanted to do a band night with the other first years. The others happily agreed and started planning before passing out around 4 in the morning.

They continued to plan and set up a band night, but none of them could really play band instruments... so they were just going to do a singing night instead. basically karaoke but they would start off the night with epels choice of song and then let other first years sing their hearts out.

The flyers were set out for all to see, many first-years were rather excited and shared the news. other students wanted to come along but it was first-years only! of course, some housewardens and other students snuck in when the songs were starting, mostly to ensure that nothing too crazy was going to happen.

Rook came along to see the beauty of a young and uproarious crowd in their element. Vil came to see what Epel was planning and to ensure he doesn't get into too much trouble. He was surprised and very a bit pissed at seeing epel with ratty black hair and dark-themed clothes. what did he do to their carefully crafted hair style?!

Rook placed a hand on his queen's shoulder as the music started. "You'll have to wait for him to be done first roi de poison. the show is starting." Vil clenched his jaw but knew his vice housewarden was right. The speakers started up an upbeat rock song no one recognized, the croud became anxiously excited to see what was to come.

Epel took the first mike as Ace, Mc, and deuce were the backup singers. They all wore similar dark-themed clothing but epel was the only one with a different hairstyle.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! Living in the past, it's a new generation! A dudes can do what he wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do!"

Epel started to scream sing the song, smiling all the while as he danced on the stage.

"An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation "Oh no!" (no, no, no, no) "not me!" (me, me, me, me, me!)

They continued to sing rocking out on air guitars the backup singers echoing epels words. Vil was rather impressed at their dedication but disappointed at their choice of song and music style. Rook was cheering and clapping along with the crowd.

Epel noticed the recognizable hunter's hat in the back of the crowd and smirked when he noticed his housewarden looking a bit miffed at the situation. He created a spotlight on the two and the crowd gave them ample space as Epel sang out to them.

"An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! Never said I wanted to improve my station!"

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun! An' I don't have to please no one

epel sang loudly pointing at vil and purposefully messing with his hair as he did so. he turned off the spotlight for now and the crowd continued to cheer for the group preforming on stage.

"An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation! "Oh no!" (no, no, no, no) "Not me!"(me, me, me, me!)

"oh no!" (no, no, no) "not me!"

The crowd was going wild and a few tried to join along. The group onstage continued to rock out, dancing and rocking their heads to the beat.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! I've never been afraid of any deviation An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange I ain't gonna change!"

Epel pointed at Vil again as he sang letting his country accent slip out as he summoned and apple and took a bite out of it before tossing it back stage.

"An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation!" "Oh no!" (no, no, no, no) "Not me!"(me, me, me, me!) "oh no!" (no, no, no) "not me!" "Pedal, boys!"

They all continued to sing echoing and bobbing their heads to the beat. even holding up some rock-out signs as they moved around the stage, laughing as the music continued.

"An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation The world's in trouble, there's no communication! An' everyone can say what they wanna say It never gets better, anyway"

He holds up his phone and bobs it like a head banging to the rythem.

"So why should I care about a bad reputation, anyway? Oh no, not me, oh no, not me"

Vil could think of many things that he could say in retaliation to that question, he could feel himself frowning more and more at this outburst of Epels that he thought they were past at this point.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation You're living in the past, it's a new generation An' I only feel good when I got no pain An' that's how I'm gonna stay!"

"An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me, oh no, not me Not me, not me!"

Epel screamed out the last lyrics and the music cut as his last words echoed over the crowd. A few seconds passed before the crowd roared in applause. The first-year group high-fived each other and walked off the stage. Mc stayed on to explain anyone as welcome to come on the stage and preform whatever song they wanted. A line quickly formed and the night was loud and full of music.

Once backstage Rook and Vil appeared to give epel and the others a good scolding about the music choice and drag Epel away. He was mad but he continued to smile non the less. He just set up a bad reputation for himself, and he knew that that reputation would set him as a worthy opponent in NRC. The other first years watched as he went smiling and laughed to themselves, knowing that he would be find and back to being his feisty self next get-together.

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chipotle-aristotle-sonz · 4 months

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Duty and Sacrifice

“The end of love looks like the beginning of war” — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Or, in which Alicent Hightower loves, loathes, resents, and protects.

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“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice?"

3k words.

@/joobobby on ao3!

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“In 120 AC, Alicent's second son became involved in an incident where Rhaenyra's son Lucerys took out Aemond's right eye. Alicent, angered, demanded that the same would be done to Lucerys.” (A Wiki of Ice and Fire)

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Alicent had always been a precocious, well-behaved, and proper child. She had always listened. Always obeyed.

She had listened when taught to always be polite, kind, and graceful. She had listened to her Septa when she had told a young Alicent that a woman must simultaneously be the perfect and spitting image of both The Mother and The Maiden. Always loving and protective, merciful, is the Mother. To be prayed to for the wondrous gift that is life. The Maiden is to remain beautiful and innocent; the very embodiment of chastity and purity.

She had obeyed when her father had insisted that she, a girl of four-and-ten, keep the King company after the passing of Queen Aemma. (“You might wear one of your mother’s dresses.”)

She had obeyed when she was to wed and bed the King. When she, the pious Hightower, was to lay there, rigid, and allow His Grace – sweaty, disgusting, brows scrunched in ecstasy – to impregnate her with four royal dragons. (The Maiden represents innocence and chastity. She is prayed to so as to protect a maiden's virtue. The Mother represents motherhood and nurturing. She is prayed to for fertility or compassion, and is depicted as smiling with love, embodying the concept of mercy.)

Meanwhile, as she was twisting and bending herself in all ways imaginable to present as the perfect mother, wife, daughter, and queen, the Lady Alicent had allowed the only good and pure thing in her life, the only thing she truly cherished, to wither away into nothing. (“I want to fly with you on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake,” she had said, gazing up at her, eyes as mischievous as ever.)

Alicent had always been a precocious, well-behaved, and proper child. She had always listened. Always obeyed. The perfect Lady.

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!”

Alicent was ripped from her rampaging thoughts plagued with worry and rage by the yelling King Viserys the Peaceful, nearing a dead man walking. The room packed with mourning Velaryons and Targaryens alike was deadly silent, the Lady Laena’s funeral practically forgotten in the face of this new incident. She had been holding Aemond’s hand in an attempt to soothe his wincing while he sat, enduring the poking and prodding of the Maester.

“I'm very sorry, Your Grace.”

“The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace.”

“That is no answer!”

“It will heal, will it not, maester?” Queen Alicent begged the Maester Kelvyn. ‘Please allow my boy this mercy. Allow me this, O Merciful Mother.’

“The flesh will heal… But the eye is lost, Your Grace.”

The Queen tore her sorrowful eyes away from her marred Aemond, and her newly rage-filled glare bore into her Aegon, hair dishevelled from being torn from his bed. ‘Passed out drunk again, no doubt.’

“Where were you?” She seethed, storming toward her biggest love and regret. ‘You are the eldest child! Why are you incapable of being more like your now-maimed brother, you horrible boy?’

“Me?” The unassuming and confused Aegon mumbled, still attempting to process the events of the evening, and Alicent – suffocating in her disappointment, rage, and fear – slapped the son she loved but could not, for the very life of her, bring herself to like.

“Ow! What was that for?” The part of Alicent that always felt the immense guilt and shame that came with her treatment of her eldest boy softened the Queen ever so slightly. ‘Forgive me, but you need to see. You need to learn. Your lives cannot and will not be forfeit. I won’t allow it. You are the challenge to her throne, my boy, simply by living and breathing.’

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” ‘Why can’t you be more like him? Like me?'

A fleeting look of sadness and fear passed over Aegon’s face just before the doors swung open to reveal Lord Corlys and Lady Rhaenys, looking for their granddaughters.

As the worried grandparents fretted over Baela and Rhaena, Alicent took the time to truly look at her son. Destined to live his life crippled with sorrow. (Like mother, like son.)

‘I love the very bones of you.’

(The Mother represents motherhood and nurturing. She is depicted as smiling with love, embodying the concept of mercy.)

“Jace? Luke!” Came Rhaenyra’s worried voice all of a sudden. The only person able to tear Alicent’s gaze from Aegon, beautiful anxious eyes roaming the room to find her boys.

The effortlessly perfect mother. ‘It took you long enough. Finally able to pluck yourself from your chambers? Your son needed you while you were off doing Gods know what.’ A bitter and ugly glee frequently wove its way into Alicent’s being any chance she got to best her old friend in anything.

“Show me. Show me. Who did this?” She fretted, cradling the little Luke’s blood-smeared face. ‘Even her worry is better displayed.’

“They attacked me!” Came Aemond’s infuriated voice, the sewn skin around his eye an angry red colour and his face painted with drying blood.

“He attacked Baela!”

“He broke Luke's nose!”

As the children continued to yell at each other from their opposing sides, Alicent’s rage built, just as Viserys’ exasperation did; Aemond’s claim that the children attacked him was the only nudge the Queen needed. ‘Of course her greedy bastards would attempt to take my son's dream of a dragon away from him as soon as it was fulfilled.’

“It should be my son telling the tale!” Alicent chimed in angrily.

“He called us–”

“Silence!” For a rotting man, his voice still cut through the air just as a King’s should, demanding to be heard.

“Aemond… I will have the truth of what happened. Now,” said an exhausted Viserys, looking upon the son he barely knew. As if this whole ordeal was just far too much for him to handle.

“What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible,” Alicent voiced, a familiar sense of disbelief beginning to build in her. ‘... She’s going to win. Again. Isn’t she.’

“It was a regrettable accident,” came Rhaenyra’s voice next. A voice Alicent found herself beginning to loathe.

(“I never jest about cake.”

A weirwood tree. A history book. Eyes twinkling with mirth. A promise of adventure and cake hanging in the air.)

“Accident? The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son.” Alicent could feel frustrated tears begin to well in her eyes.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults were levied against them.”

“What insults?”

And there it was. All too suddenly, the once exasperated King perked up instantly at the mention of his grandchildren, completely alert at the prospect of them in the face of potential danger. The all-too familiar feeling of sinking realisation and disappointment began to swallow the Lady Alicent. Again. ‘No… Please, no, not this. Your son has lost an eye, husband. Please. I know I am no Aemma and they are no Rhaenyra. But I implore you to take my side at least once.

Please. Please. Please. Please—’

“The legitimacy of my sons’ birth was put loudly to question.” ‘The sons who share an uncanny resemblance to Ser Strong and not your husband?’

“What?” Viserys looked and sounded to be positively scandalised. If she weren’t so angry and utterly exhausted, the Queen would’ve perhaps started laughing out of complete disbelief.

“He called us bastards,” spoke Jacaerys indignantly, and Alicent had never before been angrier at Rhaenyra’s offspring. ‘You find that to be unfair, boy?’

“My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders,” Rhaenyra spoke with her head held high, confident in the fact that her father would always save her and always excuse her every misstep. Alicent wasn’t sure if the King even saw them as missteps. ‘She’s too perfect for that.’

“Over an insult? My son has lost an eye,” Alicent says incredulously, already knowing that the matter of Aemond’s eye was completely forgotten by her husband.

(The Father represents judgement and is prayed to for justice. He protects his children.)

“You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?”

“The insult was a training yard bluster. The lot of boys. It was nothing.” Alicent was desperate to return to the more important matter at hand: the loss of her son’s eye… And to deflect from the fact that it was she who spoke of the legitimacy of their births to her children. ‘My husband makes me out to be a crazed fool… Who else do I have to speak with? I will not be made to look mad.’

“Aemond… I asked you a question,” spoke Viserys in a careful manner, with all the seriousness of someone investigating the most heinous of crimes.

“Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The boys’ father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter,” Ser Criston interjected, sensing the Queen’s distress.

“Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?”

“I do not know, Your Grace. I... could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk,” Rhaenyra spoke, caught off guard and with a note of uncertainty in her voice. ‘A chink in the armour.’

(“I'm no longer a child. I want you,” she said with all the desperation and certainty in the world.

Rhaenyra had always known that her and Daemon were meant to burn together… And burn together they shall. They were of the blood of the dragon.)

“Entertaining his young squires, I would venture,” Alicent spoke, too angry to keep any snide comments in check.

But Viserys was not easily deterred: “Aemond… look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

(Aemond knew very well who spoke this ‘lie’ to him. But his mother was the only one to have ever truly been there for him. And he was always there for her… He would not betray her. She never understood dragons or their appeal… She was a Hightower.

A dragon is more than a symbol. Without them, the Targaryens are just like everyone else.

A Targaryen with no dragon is no Targaryen. A Targaryen with no dragon does not belong.

But his Hightower mother had held him anyway, and reassured him that he would have a dragon one day.

It has always been them. And Aemond will always remain loyal to his mother; his family.)

“It was Aegon.”

“Me?” The night was indeed proving to be a confusing one for the sluggish Aegon, who watched as his father descended upon him with a fury in his eyes.

“And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies? Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!” Yelled Viserys, in turn making Aegon flinch.

“We know, Father. Everyone knows. Just look at them,” said the boy, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Destined to live his life crippled with sorrow.

‘I love the very bones of you.’

This answer proved to be an unsatisfactory one for the King, and he whirled around to face the entire room, preferring to remain in denial. ‘They’re too perfect for any missteps.’

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!” Viserys the Peaceful bellowed, his cane banging on the floor to punctuate his royal decree.

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. “Good will” cannot make him whole,” voiced Alicent in exhaustion, watching as her husband made to leave the room.

“I know Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“No, because it's been taken.”

“What would you have me do?” He spoke with a tone of voice akin to conversing with a silly little child.

‘Something! Anything!’

And with finality, she spoke: “There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

Alicent knew it may have been extreme, and that she would later come to regret her actions. It was an ugly thing. But this was her boy. He would not be brushed aside by his own father. And the more the murmurs started sweeping the room, the more desperate the Queen grew.

“My dear wife–”

“He is your son, Viserys. Your blood,” she cried, grasping his hand in distress, pleading with her husband.

“Do not… allow your temper to guide your judgement.” Finally. The king started to sound nervous. ‘You are finally taking me seriously.’

All of a sudden, the Queen hardened. “If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston… bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.”

“Mother!” Screeched Lucerys, hiding behind his mother’s skirts.

‘Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect–’

“Alicent–”

“He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son,” she spat, expression stormy and eyes sad.

“You will do no such thing. Stay your hand,” said a panicked Rhaenyra, stroking her boy’s hair. ‘Curly, brown hair.’

“No, you are sworn to me!”

“As your protector, my Queen,” Ser Criston spoke with uncertainty lacing his tone.

‘Alone.’

“Alicent, this matter... is finished. Do you understand?” Viserys spoke slowly, as if trying to placate a misbehaving child… or perhaps calm a wild beast.

The King turned to face the room, and said, “And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father,” said Rhaenyra, smiling.

‘You disgusting, entitled, and insatiable whore … Nothing has ever been enough for you. Spoilt, greedy Rhaenyra always wants more, more, more. Fuck Daemon in a pleasure house; tempt Ser Criston into warming your bed, and in turn endanger his very being. Lie to me. Swear upon the memory of your mother to convince me of your innocence. Get married to a suitable man only to throw it all away to birth bastard children. And lie. Again and again and again. My son lost his eye to your little monster. And still, you lie… And you’re winning! Just plead the victim and Viserys comes running.’

No longer.

(May the Father judge you justly and protect you: his children. May the Mother guide you, shield you, and love you.)

In a flash, Alicent Hightower grasped her husband’s Valerian steel dagger – passed down through generations of Targaryen royalty – and charged.

She couldn’t see the chaos around her.

She couldn’t hear the yells of her name.

She couldn’t hear the Kingsguard barking orders.

She couldn’t hear her husband, or father.

She couldn’t even see Luke.

She could only see her.

Rhaenyra whirled around just in time to grab Alicent’s arms, pushing her towards the centre of the room as the two old friends warred, anger and unshed tears in their eyes.

“You've gone too far,” spoke Rhaenyra as she struggled to keep her from getting to her boy.

“I? What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do as you please.” Alicent’s voice was getting louder by the second.

“Alicent, let her go!” Bellowed Viserys, ever the panicked father. ‘But not for my children… Never for them.’

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again! And now you take my son's eye, and to even that you feel entitled!” She cried, certain she resembled a crazed woman.

“Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are,” Rhaenyra seethed, a face full of scorn.

And just as she couldn’t handle it any further, Alicent tore her arms away with a loud cry full of fury and anguish, slicing through the skin of Rhaenyra’s forearm.

A wound so deep it was certain to leave a scar.

‘I love the very bones of you.

I love the very bones of you.’

(“Syrax is growing quickly. She’ll soon be as large as Caraxes.”

“That’s almost large enough to saddle two…”

“I believe I’m quite content as a spectator, thank you.”

“Kneel with me… I find this is a way to be with my mother. Here in the quiet of the Sept, I feel close to her… I know it sounds foolish.”

“I don't think it's foolish. I don't.”

“Good.”

“I am glad you are home. I find I have… few friends lately. I like to believe I'm still the Lady Alicent, but… all anyone sees when they look at me now is “The Queen.””

“I've missed you, too.”

“I want to fly with you on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”

“I’m being serious–”

“I never jest about cake.”)

The divided room gaped in shock as royal blood dripped onto the stone floor, pooling around Rhaenyra’s feet and staining her dress. (The Greens and The Blacks. The Dance of Dragons.)

Aemond walked up to the frozen Alicent, and took her hand in his.

“Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye… but I gained a dragon,” he said softly, resting his head on his mother’s shoulder.

“This proceeding is at an end.” The royal decree.

(May the Father judge you justly and protect you: his children. May the Mother guide you, shield you, and love you.)

The memories of the sweet girl she once knew planted in the garden of Alicent’s mind started to wilt. After all, the end of a love so deep often looks to be the beginning of a terrible bloody war.

Alicent had always been a precocious and well-behaved proper child and Lady. She had always listened, always obeyed. The perfect Lady. But sometimes, even the Gods’ strongest fighters and most devout servants must snap.

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Chapter Sixteen Below!!

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YEAR: 126 AC

AEMOND

“You’ve grown quiet these days, Aemond. You've been keeping to yourself and it's causing concern. No one knows what's troubling you and it's worrying those around you." The Queen entered his chambers, her regal gown sweeping across the cold stone floor as she approached the fireplace that provided warmth to the entire room. "I can sense that something is amiss, and I would like to help in any way that I can. Please, Aemond, talk to me. Share with me what's on your mind."

"Nothing is troubling me, mother." Aemond said, his voice barely above a whisper as he flipped the page of the book in his hands. "I've been dedicating all my time to my studies," He added. Though this statement was not entirely true, Aemond felt no remorse in sharing it with his mother, the Queen. The books he read once provided him with knowledge and intelligence, but now they served as a form of escape for him. He couldn't bring himself to share the true source of his worries with her

"Your father's condition is worsening at a faster rate than the Maester anticipated," The Queen spoke in a low voice, her words laced with emotion. "If something is troubling you, Aemond, if you're feeling overwhelmed and sorrowful, please, talk to me. I can't bear to lose the both of you."

Aemond closed the book, placed it on the side table, and turned to face his mother. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes and the worry etched on her face. Her hands were tightly clasped together over her stomach, her knuckles white with tension.

"You will not lose me, mother," Aemond assured her, his voice gentle. He knew that the source of his troubles was none other than himself. He didn't know how to cope with the fact that Aesira had stopped visiting him and no longer responded to his letters. He had tried to distract himself by immersing himself in books and honing his skills as a swordsman, but it only seemed to worry those around him. "I never intended to cause you any concern.”

The Queen nodded silently as Aemond gently guided her to the velvet settee, a seating area reserved specifically for her. He usually preferred to sit on the sturdy bench in front of the fireplace, near the desk where he organized his books or in his own bed. The velvet settee was for the Queen, or the Princess Helaena. But his sister rarely entered his rooms anymore. She complained far too often that it smelled of blood, even though no one else could smell it.

“Tell me of father.” Aemond asked, claiming the seat beside the Queen.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she spoke. "He's lost sight in one eye now, and the Maester believes he may lose vision in both eyes before the next moon. The thought of him suffering in such pain breaks my heart."

Aemond couldn't help but think about how similar his father's condition was to his own, what a cruel twist of fate it was to share something like this with a son that his father never wanted. But Aemond kept these thoughts to himself, knowing that it would only upset the Queen further. He decided to focus on being there for her and supporting her in any way that he could.

“Aegon is…unrecognisable. I don’t know who he is anymore and Helaena…my poor darling girl feels lost to me.” The Queen pulled a kerchief from her dress sleeves and dabbed away the tear that raced down her cheek. “I feel as though I am losing my family, despite seeing you all in front of me.”

In truth, Aemond had noticed how frequent Aegon slipped out of the Keep and how scarcely he visited his sister-wife’s Chambers. Helaena would never complain, she was as dutiful as their mother, but Aemond knew that she must have felt some of the same pain and disappointment as their mother. But, he supposed, now that Helaena had given birth to an heir, their infant son Jahaerys, she was of no use to their brother anymore.

This thought infuriated Aemond, that his brother could so easily cast aside his own wife, his own sister. It was cruel and heartless and it made Aemond question the kind of king Aegon would be.

"And I've just realized, that he's missing her." The Queen turned her tear-filled gaze towards Aemond. He focused intently on her, determined to understand what she meant. "Our family is being held together by strings of hair and my husband longs for Rhaenyra's ward," she added.

Aesira. Aemond's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he wasn't alone in his longing.

"Has he said so?" Aemond asked, already trying to figure out how to discourage the Queen from this line of thinking. He knew that it was easier to address her intrusive thoughts before they had a chance to take root.

"He doesn't need to, my brilliant boy," The Queen shook her head. "One need only observe. When was the last time you saw him smile? When was the last time he ventured out of the Keep? When was the last time you heard him laugh? When was the last time he was eager to leave his bed?"

Two years, Aemond thought glumly. It’s been two years since Aesira was last here.

"He might be using all his strength to fight his ailment," Aemond pointed out, trying to find a logical explanation for his father's behavior. But as he said the words, he realized that even he didn't believe it. And if he couldn't convince himself, he knew that he wouldn't be able to convince the Queen either.

"He hired a group of sell-swords to sail to Volantis, in search of the Valyrian steel circlet Visenya wore atop her brow during your ancestor's conquest," The Queen sighed, blowing her stuffed nose into a kerchief with the grace and poise that one would expect from a highborn lady. She must have seen the confusion on Aemond's face, because she continued to explain, "When Aegon conquered Westeros with his sister-wives, Visenya wore a circlet. It's been passed down in the House of Targaryen from mother to daughter for generations. Much like the crown the King passes to his Heir. I believe, Aesira's mother was the last known owner of the circlet." The Queen shook her head, a hint of annoyance creeping in her voice.

“And you believe he sent men to retrieve it, from Volantis?”

"I know it," the Queen confirmed, straightening her shoulders. "They gave it to him this morning and he spoke of how he would give it to the girl for her seventeenth name day since he's missed her sixteenth." The Queen's words were laced with disappointment and disapproval.

Aemond couldn't help but think about how Aesira would be a woman now, her sixteenth name day had come and gone five moons ago. He remembered how he had drank an entire bottle of Dornish wine to stop himself from flying down to Dragonstone and then another bottle to stop himself from writing her another letter.

He had sworn to himself that he was done trying to grab her attention and move on with his life. But the thought of her being a woman now, and the fact that his father had gone through such lengths to get her a gift, made it hard for him to shake off the feeling of longing.

“Viserys will give Rhaenyra the Realm, give Daemon free reign to break the law as he wishes, and now, he plans to pass an Heirloom to a girl who has become a second Rhaenyra.” The Queen scoffed and rolled her eyes, “What of Aegon, of Helaena, of you, of Daeron?”

"We want for nothing, mother. You know this," Aemond said. He knew that if the circlet of Visenya was passed down from mother to daughter, then it truly belonged to Aesira. And if it truly belonged to Visenya, then it was a symbol of power. And Aemond couldn't imagine his gentle and sweet sister, Helaena, bearing the weight of something that powerful.

He tried to picture Aesira's face in the drawings he had seen of Visenya, and wondered if Vhagar would look at her and think of her as Visenya reborn.

"And yet, Viserys goes out of his way to give them more," The Queen hissed, her frustration and disappointment clear in her voice. "He doesn't think about what will protect you and the rest of the family should his daughter take up the throne he so carelessly gave her. A throne that he knows she can never keep. It's not my duty, as Queen, to take the necessary steps to ensure the King's children are protected, but I have done so nonetheless," she added, her tone filled with a sense of determination and a hint of resentment.

She had. He remembered how she had sobbed when she sent Daeron to Oldtown, to be raised as a Hightower and to one day inherit its lordship. He knew that if Aesira's absence brought sadness to the King, then Daeron's absence brought sadness to the Queen. It was clear that the Queen had made difficult decisions for the betterment of the family and Aemond couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect and admiration for her strength and determination.

"When Aegon is King, all of this will have been for nothing," Aemond spoke slowly and softly, trying to reassure the Queen. "He will protect Helaena and their children, and I will protect you and Daeron." He then cracked a smile towards the open doorway, "Let's not forget Ser Criston who styles himself as the Realm's Greatest Knight." Aemond's words were meant to lighten the mood and bring some levity to the conversation.

“Aegon as King is not enough.” The Queen grasped his hands as she shook her head, he could see the panic forming in her eyes. Aemond was losing his mother to the paranoia that had plagued her throughout his entire life. “Aesira will protect you.”

“I don’t need to be protected.” He snapped. Not by a girl, not by her.

“From Rhaenyra, silly boy.” The Queen said quickly, “Aegon as King will not win us any favours with those who are loyal to Rhaenyra. But with Aesira at your side, Rhaenyra will not attack us. She will ensure that we are not attacked, or risk harming the ward she’s come to love.”

“You don’t know that.” Aemond was taken aback by his mother's statement.

“Yes, I do.” She said in a low voice, “I just need to convince Viserys to betrothe that girl to you. The King’s rule would supercede even Rhaenyra’s objections.”

“Aesira will not wish to marry me.” He growled. Aemond's frustration grew. Regardless of whatever ever feelings Aesira still harbored for him, if any, forcing her into a marriage wouldn’t bode well.

The Queen’s eyes grew large, “How do you know? Have you asked her? Have you sullied her?”

"No," He glared at her, his frustration and anger clear in his voice. "I have not spoken to her in years. She took the color of the leathers you gave her as a grave insult. She enjoys being a Targaryen too much to be considered a Hightower ally."

The Queen's desperation was evident in her eyes, "Then correct my mistake, my wonderful boy. She need not be a Hightower ally, she need only be yours." She let out a sigh, her shoulders drooping with defeat. The riding leathers had been a mistake, and he had told the Queen to leave it be. But she'd gone ahead and commissioned it anyway, and then passed it off as a gift from him.

Aemond knew that Aesira was not like other court women. She was fierce, independent, and unafraid to break the rules. She had a strong sense of duty, responsibility, and sacrifice, but it was all centered around herself and her own goals. The King had been encouraging her to be this way, giving her the tools and resources to free herself from the constraints that other court women were forced to follow. Aemond knew that convincing Aesira to marry him would not be easy, if it was something that could even be accomplished at all. She was not the kind of woman who would be easily swayed by political marriages.

The Queen failed to understand that even if the King betrothed Aesira to Aemond, the moment Aesira saw her uncle and told him to break the betrothal, the Queen’s machinations will have been for nothing.

This wasn't to say that he didn't want to be with her. He had tried to push the thoughts of her out of his mind, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her. As time went on, and he realized that she was aging just as he was, that she was less of a girl and more of a woman, he found himself giving in to the idea of being with her.

On the nights when sleep evaded him and Aemond yearned to draw her close, to run his nose along her bare skin and inhale the permanent scent of cranberries that followed her. He didn't try to hide the fact that he would pleasure himself to the thought of her and her comely womanly body. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her in that way.

Aemond swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden urge to save Aesira from the conflict brewing in the shadows. He knew that there was a war coming, he could feel it in the air. Aegon would take his rightful place on the throne, and his mother would stop at nothing to ensure it.

Rhaenyra would fight to the death to take it back, and the realm would be plunged into a bloody conflict. But, despite all of this, all he could think about was Aesira.

He couldn't fight the urge to protect her, to take her away from all of this and start a new life together, far away from the darkness that was threatening to engulf Westeros.

He knew it was foolish, all he wanted was to whisk her away and ensure that her shadow never darkened Westeros again.

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9 November 1974, Melody Maker Published an Interview With Freddie Mercury“A Seventies Bombshell” By Chris Welch “People think I’m an ogre at times. Some girls hissed at me in the street… ‘You devil’ They think we’re really nasty. But that’s only on stage. Off stage, well I’m certainly not an ogre.”Freddie Mercury is a star, nevertheless. The first real rock supremo since Robert Plant or Rod Stewart. Exuding elan, arrogance and stagecraft he has emerged at the head of Queen to claim his crown. And step aside all ye who scoff or mock, for Queen are trundling ahead with inexorable momentum.Freddie was shouting at me in the deserted bar of a Liverpool hotel at 11 am on Saturday. No – he wasn’t expressing anger at recent MM criticism of the band.

He was just trying to make himself heard above the noise of a woman sucking at a carpet full of cigarette ash, with her Holiday Inn vacuum cleaner.“Oh my dear, she’s coming this way.” Freddie sighed as the din grew louder. Fastidious, elegant, he maintained an even temper, despite the ravages of last night’s celebrations. Many bottles of champagne had been consumed in the aftermath of a riotous reception for the boys at Liverpool’s stately, if somewhat battered Empire. Inevitably, thoughts had turned to another group of long ago, who caused similar scenes as they trod those hallowed boards. Oddly enough, Brian May, Queen’s fleet-fingered guitarist, uses AC 30 watt amplifiers, just like the Beatles. But Queen’s music is from the seventies – not the sixties. Cleverly arranged, carefully timed, delivered with maximum effort to create the greatest impact, it works on a young and receptive audience like a bombshell. Forget eight-year-olds screaming at the Osmonds. Their big brothers and sisters are learning how to yell again.“Yes, I like an audience to respond like that,” Freddie was saying. “Maybe we’d like them to sit down and listen to some of the songs, but I get a lot more from them when they’re going wild, and it brings more out of me.”Queen are a strange, refreshing bunch. They are in that happy position in a band’s story, when the first wave of excitement and success is breaking over them. Events are moving rapidly. Singles and album hits in Britain. America is within their grasp and beckoning seductively. Yet their image may have served to confuse and sow seeds of suspicion. Like any band achieving success too quickly for the media’s liking, they are under fire, although they seem more disappointed with the critics than hostile. The whole situation is an exact replica of Led Zeppelin back in 1969, when they were first deluged with self-righteous cries of abuse. Perhaps Queen have gone about the business of forming a successful group with too much skill and intelligence. And yet they cannot be blamed for wanting to avoid the mistakes of their fore-bears. They have the example of the last ten years of triumph and failure in the world of rock music to study, and they have profited from the examination. Like many of Britain’s most significant rock talents, Queen are collegians who have abandoned their degree courses for the lure of showbiz. Freddie Mercury in fact has a degree in graphic art. Roger Meddows Taylor, their drummer, studied dentistry and has a degree in biology. Brian May, incredibly, is an infra-red astronomer, and could become doctor if he completed his studies. When Concorde raced the sun to study an eclipse, he was in line to join the team of scientists on board. John Deacon, their bass guitarist, has a degree in electronics. If ever the band’s stage equipment presents a problem, then the roadies are tempted to call on him for expert advice. Their amiable, efficient American manager, Jack Nelson is somewhat in awe of them. “Freddie designed the group’s logia y’know, and he never told me. If you look, you’ll see it encompasses the four astrological signs of the group. Freddie’s a Virgo.” Jack has managed the band since they first emerged from London’s Trident Studios. “They go to Japan after they’ve been to the States in April. It’s funny, they are the number one group in Japan, above Jethro Tull, Yes and ELP, and even Deep Purple, and they used to OWN Japan. But they’ve never seen Queen yet – it’s all through the ‘Queen 2’ album.” Meanwhile the vacuum cleaner roared in ever decreasing circles.“I’m feeling less than sparkling this morning,” said Freddie, who admitted that the concert had been exhausting, even before the champagne took its toll. ‘Sheer Heart Attack’, their third album, just released, had already received a dose of press abuse. How did Mercury react?“The album is very varied, we took it to extreme I suppose, but we are very interested in studio techniques and wanted to use what was available. We learnt a lot about technique while we were making the first two albums. Of course there has been some criticism, and the constructive criticism has been very good for us. But to be frank I’m not that keen on the British music press, and they’ve been pretty unfair to us. I feel that up and coming journalists, by the large, put themselves above the artists. They’ve certainly been under a misconception about us. We’ve been called a supermarket hype. But if you see us up on a stage, that’s what we’re all about. We are basically a rock band. All the lights and paraphernalia are only there to enhance what we do. I think we’re good writers – and we want to play good music, no matter how much of a slagging we get. The music is the most important factor. This is our first headline tour, and the buzz has got around, without any support from the media. I suppose they like to find their own bands, and we’ve been too quick for them. You see, when we started out, we wanted to try for the best. The best management, the best record deal, we didn’t want any compromise, and we didn’t want to get ripped-off. So far, it has paid off. In America, we’ve broken the ice already. As you know, we started a tour there last year, supporting Mott The Hoople, but Brian was taken ill and we had to come back. But we had a top thirty album hit there. We’ve undertaken a huge project, but it’s all good fun.”How long did Queen spend in planning their project of world domination?“You make it sound so preconceived!” Freddie protested. Mercifully the cleaning device wailed to a halt, and helped dampen a threatened Mercurial outburst.“Believe it or not – it was spontaneous! It grew and grew, and remember, we had all been in various bands before, so we had plenty of experience of what NOT to do, and not be flabbergasted by the first rosy offer. That’s how much planning went into it. This isn’t overnight success you know, we’ve been going for four years! We just got the right people to work for us, and the right company, and it’s taken a long time. And yet we’ve been accused of being a hype, compared to bands we’ve never even heard of, and then finally told that we didn’t even write our own songs. That hurt. Right from the start we have been writing our own songs, and that was the whole point – to come up with some ORIGINAL songs. In this country, to gain respect in a short while seems very difficult, and the papers like to feel they have you in their grasp. Well – we slipped out of their grasp.”However, Freddie is the first to admit that there can be dissent within the group, as well as without.“We tend to work well under pressure. But do we row? Oh my dear, we’re the bitchiest band on earth. You’ll have to spend a couple of days with us. We’re at each other’s THROATS. But if we didn’t disagree, we’d just be yes-men, and we do get the cream in the end.”THE GIG: An atmosphere approaching bedlam is prevalent inside the Empire, long before Queen emit a hint of activity behind the sombre barrier of the safety curtain. Hustler have come and gone, and now the audience are hungry for action. Bad reviews? Supermarket rock? Thousands of Queen’s Liverpool supporters look suspiciously as if they couldn’t care neither jot nor little. They whistle and chant and clap with all the precision of the football terraces. The ancient cry of “Wally!” still heard in northern territories, echoes around the faded gilt decor. Jack Nelson is intrigued by the cry, wonders if Wally are a local group and wants to sign them, until informed Bob Harris already has a stake in the real thing. Mersey accents boom over the PA: “We do apologise for technical hitch, it’s to do with the PA system and we are assured the show will start in two, three or four minutes.” More whistles, as tough-looking lads in white trousers and combat jackets with ELP and Jethro Tull emblazoned on the back, pass beer bottles and conduct the audience with cheeky gestures. It’s all in fun and the only mild aggro comes when the Queen’s entourage from London try to claim their seats near the front. ” #### off!” directs one youth as PR Tony Brainsby pleads for his seat. “All these seats are taken, up to the gentleman there,” says Tony, pointing at me. Ribald laughter from the watching stalls, and repeated cries of “Ooh – Gentleman!”. Grousing, the seat pirates eventually relinquish their hold, with dark mutterings of: “Alright, but we’ll see you outside.” The battle was in vain, for as the party took their seats, the safety curtain went up, and the audience rushed forward. Instantly the house lights went up again and the curtain jerked uncertainly down. A nervous man with face ashen of hue appeared at the side of the stage clad in incongruous evening dress, as if he were the master of ceremonies and this was old time music-hall. “There is no way we are going to start…” he began. “All you have to do is enjoy the show…” But there was a way. Somebody turned a blinding spotlight on the managerial figure, and he retired defeated, as the curtain halted in mid descent and began a jerky upward movement. Within seconds most of the audience were standing up to gaze desperately at the darkened empty stage, and there they were – shadowy figures bounding towards the waiting instruments. The lights blazed, and there was evil Fred, clad all in white, the archetypal demon rock singer, pouting and snarling:“Queen is back. What do you think of that?”A tumultuous roar indicated that the mob were well disposed to the idea. It was difficult to assess the early part of the band’s performance because the fans with that wonderful selfishness of clamorous youth, decided to stand on their seats, their bodies screening both sight and sound. As a non-paying guest, I was not too worried on my account, but felt sorry for the kids at the back who had paid their cash. Retiring to the back of the theatre, and giving up the hard won seats, we watched the scenes of tumult, including a boy on crutches, perhaps unable to see, but desperately waving his steel supports in supplication. The band’s strategy and appeal began to take shape as they tore through such dramatic pieces as “Now I’m Here”, “Ogre Battle”, “Father To Son”, and “White Queen” from the second album. Roger’s drum are the band’s workhorse, punching home the arrangements, and mixing a sophisticated technique with violent attack. Roger says his favourite drummer is John Bonham. Brian is a fervent, emotional guitarist, who is like a Ronno-figure to Freddie, and is obviously a gifted musician. The onstage attention is judiciously divided between them, and when May takes a solo on his guitar, Mercury leaves the stage, only to return in a stunning new costume. Into a medley now, and apart from their slickness, and Freddie’s dynamic presence, the extra power of almost choral vocal harmonies is appreciated, something that few bands with a central lead singer can achieve. The camper aspects of Queen are displayed in “Leroy Brown”, a gay, dixie-land tune that Freddie insists is inspired by the Pointers Sisters. Then their first hit “Seven Seas Of Rhye” and a lunatic tempo on “Stone Cold Crazy”, “Liar”, and the finale from “Lap Of The Gods”. Dry ice began to envelope the stage, and as red light glowed through the fog, group and audience took on an eerie aspect, like a scene from some Wagnerian forste, as arms waved like young saplings in a night breeze. Then an explosion of white light, and two red flares burn over a deserted stage. Queen have gone, signalling a desperate roar of “MORE!” After some three minutes the band responded to the insistent demand: “We Want Queen”, Wally having been long forgotten. Into “Big Spender”, with its slow, measured pace and finally “Modern Times Rock ‘n’ Roll”, an apt anthem for a group of our times. The band are still developing, and their mixture of heavy rock and glamorous display might seem curious. But as Queen makes its royal tour of the land, the effect on their subjects is to inspire unmitigated loyalty. And amidst predictions of gloom for the British rock scene, it is a healthy and encouraging spectacleThe first beautiful photo of Queen is from the ‘Sheer Heart Attack' photoshoot and was taken by the brilliant Mick Rock The other two photos were taken during Queen’s concert at Empire Theatre in Liverpool 1 November 1974

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Happy New Year and may your heart be PINK~🌷

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Pile 1 - Fount of Healing for Your Heartbreaks

9 of Cups Rx, Queen of Cups Rx, Ace of Swords Rx & Priestess of Magick

If you could spell dreams come true, this person is it. They are the answer to all your heart's deepest longings, dreams, prayers, hopes. All you've wanted in a lover, in another human being as a life's companion, this is it. This person literally came down from the comfort of heaven to arrive at this hell of a planet just to find you, just to be and bring you everything you've dreamed of, just to love love love you like a person has never been loved.

Whatever they may look like, whatever their temperament (MBTI?) may be, whatever characteristics or personality they may have, whatever their love language may be, this person simply holds the capacity to love you in a way that makes you feel the most fortunate person in the entire world, Galaxy even. I have a feeling this other human being is so special, maybe they are even literal angel. I'm not even kidding! There's something unrealistic about their energy!! -this energy is crazy healing I'm literally a mess right now. Are you feeling this?-

Anyway, people attracted to this pile literally have the most beautiful heart in the entire world. Yet, you've gone through so much shit in life. Your disappointments and heartbreaks are literally unspeakable. You've been disappointed so much by this world. The majority of you have even needed to spend an extended period of isolation and healing; just to purify your mind, mental state, and also spirituality. I'm pretty sure you are an angel sent to this hell of a planet, and now God is sending you a literal match to accompany you in the next chapter of your Life: another beautiful angel.

God/Universe/Cosmos wants you to know: all you've done to heal yourself hasn't gone unnoticed; the Cosmos recognises & keeps everything in the Akasha Records. As a reward for your beautiful work, and for managing to maintain your Kindness in spite of everything that’s ever happened to you, the Universe is blessing you with the BEST kind of Love that reflects just that: the beautiful Love that resides in your beautiful heart. -BRB shedding tears for you because the heaviness of the pains you've gone through can't be expressed in this PAC.-

A love message from your angel lover❤️🔻❤️❤️❤️

Hey, baby. I'm coming to you, can you already feel me in the aethers? Up until now, you've had to survive alone, learn to be sufficient all on your own. I think you're such an amazing person. You're beautiful and wonderful and so, so, so unbelievably kind. I like that last part about you the most.

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Pile 2 - Hard Lesson to Grow Your Resolve

4 of Wands Rx, Page of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Rx & Priestess of Abundance

I think... you're dreamy, and sometimes can be a bit ungrounded in reality to a point of being impractical. And you're easy to sway, so much so that you may even be easy to manipulate. Flowery words, gentle gestures, people who are soft spoken and seemingly polite; you like all of that and naturally find an appreciation for individuals who showcase such traits. But, uhm... Please be careful out there in the world, my dear. A lot of narcissists and psychopaths out there are really quite adept at being charming.

Your very next relationship could very well be a hard lesson to help you mature in this regard. This may be a relationship that at first gives you a fantasy of finally settling and be forever stable and happy, only to turn out absolutely opposite. The other person could be highly manipulative and insufferably childish; they could also be in it just to take something from you. You have some kind of richness that they covet, or are envious of. Which could be why they want to destroy you.

Although this may sound terrifyingly worrying, you have to understand that you could only attract this kind of reality into your energetic field if you are already a matching frequency to this future possibility. -Please try to truly grasp this.- With that said, you SO could prevent it from manifesting by tuning into a different frequency. That may take a lot of shadow work, but it would be SO worth it, okay?

Another important thing this relationship could teach you is the lesson of letting go. You seem to have a difficult time letting go of your past heartbreaks, even if that involves friendships or familial issues. In whatever manner this relationship could transpire (should you be unable to avoid it) at the end of it, you will have matured a lot. Although this may not be the sweetest reading, there is also a divine purpose behind such a relationship. I hope you're going to be okay. Please be okay.

A comforting message from your Higher Self🔻💗

I'm sorry this message couldn't have been more assuring. Nobody likes to hear they're going to be met with an unpleasant experience. But hey, depending on how you look at things, at least it's a heads up😅I wanted you to at least be ready, so that when you're actually in the midst of the storm, you'll know already how to navigate.

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Pile 3 - Here to Stay & Take Care of Each Other Until the Very End

Page of Wands Rx, King of Swords, Queen of Pentacles & Priestess of Illumination

Do you believe in miracles? You well should, because you yourself are a miracle to this world. Allow me to elaborate LOL You... are so unique. You're different than most other human beings. Even your idea of romance and Love is so much purer than this world can even handle. You don't believe in a relationship that isn't based on mutual respect and the sheer desire to please and nurture. Too many people's idea of romance is business and transactional at best. You ain't buying any of that.

To you, a true romantic relationship is unnegotiably spiritual and unconditional. What kinda person buys into that? Most people will say you're too much of a dreamer (unrealistic) and that your idea of Love is conceptual at best. But they are wrong, because you ARE real. And yes, you can have a relationship like what you've always envisioned. Look, there are OTHERS who are also tuned into this frequency, you know. As long as you keep dreaming of each other, your resonances are going to touch each other, eventually enough.

And I think, you've definitely been in this process of dreaming each other for quite a while. I sense this pile attracts people who are either older in life, or just super insanely mature way beyond your years. If you're already quite mature in age, chances are, you've been through quite a bit and that's developed your mindset a lot. If you're young in age, you're simply unique since the day you were born and see the wold differently, that's why you have this view. I'd say, keep to your values, my dear. Don't ever compromise.

In your next relationship, there won't be room for the concept of compromise. Your thinking is like this:

why should I compromise anything if the other person poses no threat to me?? And likewise??

Exactly. Compromise is only needed when your presence is somehow a threat to the other person, or the relationship. Your next relationship won't know that concept, let alone tolerance. Mmmh... non, non, no need for that. Everything that you are, and the other person to you, is sheer perfection to each other. What you will have romantically, is the closest thing the world will ever know to a pure, unconditional Love. Well, after your dog's love for you, maybe😚🤪

A little message from your Destiny🔻💙

-Are you kidding me? Right now, I'm listening to NCT Dream's Be There For You, and it took me a while to realise it's such a SYNK!!! There. That's your message.

'I always wanna be there for you, and I know that you will feel the same'

Okay, I'm crying now.-

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This Week In BL - SO MUCH

Nov 2021 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Mate Match (Line) Ep 4 - my darling queer babies, you’ll never guess what happened, we have representation of (drum roll please) CONSENT!!! This is very exciting. I am now firmly in camp Ryu. Second lead syndrome strikes again.

Bite Me Ep 10 (Viki) - okay I don’t get what the drama was really about the last few eps but we seem to be right back in pre-ep 8 territory. Odd, but at least Aek admitted to his mom he’s into Aue. (Miss translation on some of that, by the way, he wasn’t saying he was into Aue the way he was into his mother (because, yech) he was saying he wanted to care for Aue as one would an intimate, kind of like “I want him to be my person, part of my family.” Anyway, this show could have ended here but I guess we still have two more episodes. What an oddly disappointing series this turned out to be.

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 2 - Increasing disgust with the two friendship groups match with increasing delight in the main couple, excellent pacing and some classically GMMTV moments means it’s all good and I’m all good with it. I’m live blogging this here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Sweet Dear (Korea - Viki) Ep 5-6 - seriously reminded itself, and the world, that it has the word sweet in its title. Multiple disjointed dates were had and they were fricking adorable. I’m nervous about the torture still to come with only 2 episodes left how will that be resolved? Or is this just gonna continue to stay soft and dramaless? Either way I’m finding it charming.

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find but a kind soul is subbing it here) Ep 1 - It’s cute! Crash into me trope launches the relationship (of course, Taiwan LOVES this one) between a jock and a nerd. It’s gonna be 6 short episodes phone-filmed, reminds me a bit of Friend or Lover only better acted. The same channel also has Love’s Outlet (which was originally supposed to have a BL sub plot, but I don’t think it ended up that way, and at 50 eps I can’t be bothered to check).

Vanishing My First Love AKA Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan - indie subbed) Ep 4 - Aoki is the biggest drama queen disaster bi to end all disaster bis, Bizilla! He’s a gift we do not deserve but will definitely make use of. Plus I think we can pretty solidly say Ida is repping for ace spectrum. Did I cry a bit over Aida/Akkun figuring out what he’d done wrong? OMG yes, I’m a sap remember? (as well as disaster bi trash panda) And now Aoki has a VERY enthusiastic wingman and a field trip trope to deal with. There’s a best boy AND a best girl. This show keeps getting better.

In Case You Missed It - The Thai Edition

NilunDon Ep 0 was supposed to drop Sunday Oct 31. It was on Gaga for a red hot minute and then vanished. No one knows what’s up.

2Gether The Movie was supposed to have released into Thai theaters on Nov 4. Did this happen? We don’t know but there’s a trailer. It looks like more of the same. Give the people what they want, I guess?

Love With Benefits Ep1 was supposed to start Monday on Line TV but wasn’t global facing. @heretherebedork reports it’s on a 2 week delay for international audiences, so should be dropping Nov 17th on the DV8 Thailand YouTube channel, sub them to follow. This seems to be My Mate Match Mock 2 only with Gameplay (Ingredients) in the middle. I’m game but confused.

You’re My Sky got a second teaser video and is listed as coming January 2022 to one31 & WeTV.

Don’t Say No dropped a special episode via pay-per-view on the Vimeo website. Ya’all know my ass isn’t gonna bother.

KinnPorsche did a press conference and got a release date of April 2022. It looks like Gameplay is out, but Jeff (Ingredients), Tong (Second Chance, TharnType) and Perth (My Engineer) are still in.

Gaga International picked up distribution of Pops TV’s Paint with Love (Nov 26).

Wabi Sabi dropped a teaser for Absolute Zero. One of those that has been in the works for absolute ages. Trailer says “coming soon” but no date or distributor. This is a “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from this studio, so be on your guard.

Mini snippets dropped on Twitter for Between Us (coming 2022) and a special released to Wabi Sabi’s paid YouTube channel but should be public next week. I expect Tumblr gif wizards to blow up over it once that happens.

GOSSIP - there’s A LOT (it’s that time of year)

New Thai BLs incoming. Announcements/rumors are gonna start to ramp up now we are at the end of the year. Remember last year? We had over 20 Thai BLs that were announced for 2021 and never happened. So be very wary wittle wabbits.

GMMTV 2022

There are wild rumors about TayNew (the Kiss series) doing a new BL.

Also rumors of EarthMix (1000 Stars) getting another BL novel adaption.

Joong Archen (2 Moons 2) has apparently signed with GMMTV (didn’t I SAY they should gun for J9 like years ago?) and is rumored to star in the novel adaption of Engineer Cute Boys by Jittirain (2gether).

Presumably, we’ll learn more if GMMTV does their usual massive 2022 line up announcements. Though they might not this time, since they failed spectacularly to live up to 2021’s promises (for good reason).

NOT GMMTV 2022

MaxTul rumored to have a new 2022 project. We can but hope. I honestly thought these boys were done with BL. But apparently Kings gotta hold onto the throne. Can’t let OffGun or BoomPeak win. But as Slipper & the Rose once said,

“Absolute monarchs should rule absolutely, it’s very becoming.”

Other 2022 announcements included:

Remember 15 - stars Jimmy, Tommy, Zee (Why R U?) in a 12 episode horror series that has promo shots for only het couples but is rumored to have BL & GL

Past-senger AKA Pastsenger - stars Marc (My Gear & Your Gown) and Copper (My Engineer) in a time slip story (90s kid travels to 2022) that seems a lot like a couple Kdrama’s I’ve watched only BL, so that’s cool.

Chains of Heart - suspense thriller about a forest ranger, illegal smugglers, memory loss, and secret love. Stars Haii (Cirrus in TT2) and Poppy (Porpla in YYY).

Mame has a new project for MeMindY called มายากาล.

I don’t wanna.

Gossip 2 - Outside of Thailand

Taiwan has 2 new projects rumored for CHOCO TV from the producers of HIStory 2&3. Neither has an MDL listing last I checked, but it’s Taiwan so I’m too excited not to talk about it:

I Secretly Fell in Love with Student Council President (let the dumb titles continue, why mess with success?) - is this a remake of Light on Me?

God's Military Officer (now THIS sounds interesting)

Also they are supposed to be bringing us WBL Boys’ Vacation. Yes, that is the We Best Love franchise. I guess it’s a franchise now? Anygay, the whole cast seems to be back for it. Ah cha cha.

Money Boys is a BL movie coming Nov 19 to Taiwanese cinemas.

New Korean BL rumored for 2022 called Cherry Blossoms After Winter - high school set, cohabitation, hurt comfort + friends to lovers, their answer to Love Sick? Looks good. (Or is this the honest adaptation of At A Distance Spring is Green that we all were hoping for?)

Viki also announced a new K-BL, Tinted With You, starting Dec 22 (by my calculations). No other info on this one but you can follow it on Viki.

My darlings at Strongberry are looking for corporate sponsors to make us a full length K-BL series. FULL LENGH SERIES! OH PLEASE OHPLEASE. If they promised a GL subplot do you think we could convince Subaru to do it?

Too soon?

Speaking of the Japanese...

What Did You Eat Yesterday the movie is releasing to Japanese cinemas but it looks like it’s not getting international distribution.

Japan is giving us an mpreg: Hiyama Kentaro no Ninshin. Not BL, it’s a het couple. It seems legit, not a joke. So... there’s that.

Who was it that once said?

“the universe is not only queerer then we expect but queerer than we can possibly imagine”

Anygay, they were probably talking about Japanese cinema.

Okay so that was A LOT. Sorry, don’t blame the messenger.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Gaga launches Taiwanese GL! Fragrance of the First Flower on Nov 12. I don’t have a sub to gaga, but I hope it’s good for you! Looks sad.

Loveless Society is supposed to start on Thursday in Line TV.

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International subs accessibility reasons. Also I tend to put Sat/Sun stuff onto Mondays.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. (many of these now unlikely to happen this year)

Links to watch are provided when possible, leave a comment if I missed something.

This week’s best moments?

ICONIC

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A few about the Great Seven interacting with Twisted Wonderland characters VIA Yuu. 👀 I only have one word summary; Chaos.

Who would meet the Great Seven first? Obviously the first years (along with Ortho and Grim). They’re Yuu’s best friends after all.

Actually, it was Friday, the last day of the week. And coincidentally, that night would be a special night at the House of Mouse. Ariel and her sisters would be performing that night.

Mickey told Yuu that that they could invite anyone to watch the performance. So Yuu went to get special permission to take their friends along with them.

After kidnapping Ortho After Yuu gathers everyone, they explain that they’re going out to see a special performance at their workplace.

Keep in mind that no one knows exactly what Yuu’s new job was except Grim and Crowley. So naturally everyone was in on it and curious. (Only Grim knows about Yuu meeting the Great Seven though)

Ace: So where do you work at?

Yuu: I work at a club.

Epel: ...As in a strip club or a book club?

Yuu: Wtf Epel? It’s like a club but no alcohol. It’s technically a restaurant but they have live shows and put on a lot of performances so-

Deuce: Oh! That’s cool, we get to see it together!

Yuu: Actually I’m not going to be with you guys. I’m on duty that day so I’ll be waiting tables. But I’ll join during break.

Ace: Really? Bummer.

Ortho: Aw, I wanted to hang out with you too! But it will be fun nonetheless. :D

Yuu tells them to wait downstairs as they go upstairs to get everything ready.

They are low-key nervous, because the House of Mouse isn’t...exactly normal by Twisted Wonderland standards.

Meanwhile, Grim was telling the first years about Yuu’s experiences there.

Grim: You know, the House of Mouse is really popular, I’ve heard about a lot of customers Yuu has met.

Deuce: This job must have been hard...I’m glad Yuu got it though!

Grim: Yeah, they pay them 5,000 madol! Isn’t that great?!

Sebek: 5,000 madol?! That’s a lot more than being a waiter.

Ace: In a week? I mean having a salary of 5,000 is pretty impressive.

Grim: Hehe, it’s actually 5,000 a day.

First Years: WHAT?!

Jack: To be able to pay that much...the owner must be wealthy.

Epel: Yuu lucked out!

When Yuu comes down, the first years are asking a billion questions.

How did you find a job with such a high pay??? Is the work good?? Is your boss nice to you?? Explain everything-

Yuu assured them that their job is just waiting a bunch of tables, and that they’re payed well because the place is very popular.

Anyways, Yuu tells them that they’re going now and leads them upstairs.

“Shouldn’t we be going to the hall of mirrors-?” “It won’t work.”

The group kind of loses their mind as Yuu casually pushes Ace into their mirror, Grim follows behind.

“Come on, or do I have to push you through the mirror like I did with Ace?”

Safe to say is that they go through the mirror and are greeted with a very lavish dressing room.

“Wait woah this isn’t Mickey’s dressing room.”

Yuu finds a note and read it out loud. Apparently Mickey moved the mirror to a new room so they could have privacy. Anything in the room is for their use.

“I’m going to cry. He’s so nICE I DON’T DESERVE THIS-“

Yuu is pretty happy with this arrangement, actually. They also begin to explain the club’s shtick to their friends.

“So this is basically a club for entertainment with live shows and also cartoons on the screen. Oh, and sometimes a cat named Pete tries to sabotage the show so he can kick everyone out and make this his club.” “Isn’t that illegal-“ “Not if there’s no police.”

So anyways Yuu leads them outside and they run into Goofy.

Sebek: Is that-?

Yuu: Hi Goofy, I’m bringing my friends to a table for the show-

Goofy: Yuu! There you are! You’re needed at table 14.

Yuu: What? But my shift hasn’t started-

Goofy: Reservations from Hades himself.

Yuu: Oh shit, ok yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible-

Ortho: Hades? As in the God of the Underworld?

Yuu: Yes, I’ll explain later, more importantly let’s go find you a table.

Ace: I think not telling us you actually met one of the GREAT SEVEN!

Yuu: I did tell you; and you didn’t believe me.

Everyone is vibrating in nervousness and excitement. Especially Ortho. I mean, this is the GREAT SEVEN we’re talking about!

Yuu decides to introduce them to Hades. But surprise surprise, it’s all of the Great Seven!

Yuu’s first year friends are going to pass out from shock. Oof.

With some inquiry, Yuu explains to the Great Seven that the friends they brought were from Twisted Wonderland.

Let’s just say that the First Years got invited to sit at their table. (Sebek is quaking at the idea of sitting with the Witch of Thorns)

So while Yuu leaves to start work (not after taking all of their orders first, of course), the Great Seven begin asking the first years + Grim questions.

The first years are expectantly tense, but they loosen up.

Ursula and Jafar are a little disappointed that no one from their dorm is present, but they seem to easily forget that after Yuu tells them that they know people from their respective dorms anyways.

Yuu also gives them a little more information they found about their respective dorms, so that they don’t feel...left out? (Satisfied is a better word for it)

Ursula pets Grim and Jafar feeds him crackers. Grim does not complain, he’s fine. He becomes more compliant as his tuna arrives.

And some of the other’s thoughts? Well...

The Queen of Hearts almost blew up in anger at Ace and Deuce. They are idiots that do nOT KNOW THE PROPER WAY TO SPEAK TO THEIR SUPERIORS AND THEY HAVE BROKEN AT LEAST 359 RULES ALREADY-

But somehow, the Queen of Hearts warms up to the idiotic duo. She sees them as...annoying children she has to babysit but they’re also really adorable that she can’t stay mad at them forever. Plus, Deuce is trying and Ace has these wonderful card tricks that would make her Jester cry.

So at first, she does not approve, but as the night progresses she does. 8/10 would meet the ADeuce combo again.

Scar and Jack...hm. Well, I don’t think they’d get along of Scar’s sense of morality and justice of the past was brought up. However, the villains all agreed to not bring up their villainous past because they didn’t want to scare away Yuu/make them wary and distrustful of them. Same goes for the first years.

Anyways, Scar is impressed at how buff Jack is. He isn’t surprised though - he expected residents of his dorm to be powerful. Scar lays down some well deserved praise and Jack eats it up with a tail wag. Jack also talks about his dorm and what the dorm represents. Scar’s ego rises 100x and Scar becomes somewhat...egotistical. Well, maybe not like in a “I’m shoving my ego in your face” type of ego but in a “This pleases me and I will treat you kinder” ego.

Basically, Scar opens up a little more to Jack as the night progresses. Like a mentor/student bond.

The Evil Queen and Epel...well, the Evil Queen was quite picky with how Epel was acting. Yes, he had the proper posture but really, he was using the wrong forks to eat that particular kind of food. She expected better from someone who came from her dorm. So she ended up chastising him and scolding him for being “improper”. Like Vil.

She was shocked to say when Epel accidentally snapped back at her, before returning to his more “princely” persona. Ah, so the child had more than meets the eye. She tried a different approach, as in trying to ease Epel into talking to her. Certainly, Epel was much more headstrong and willful than that naive Snow White.

So, the Evil Queen and Epel have a rocky start, but by the end of the show.

Hades and Ortho...well, that’s a combo you never see everyday. But I think Hades would basically adopt Ortho. As in suddenly he gets father vibes from the kid. He’s also particularly interested in his own dorm, and asks Ortho about it. Ortho’s pretty chatty with Hades, and is happy to tell Hades about his dorm! He also asks a few questions himself; which Hades happily obliged to.

...and then it turns into Ortho talking about Idia and how wonderful he is. And Hades is like, “damn, this kid has a wonderful big brother. How come my younger siblings act like shit to me-“

So Hades silently swore to the River of Styx to keep this child safe, and Ortho had a fun time interacting with Hades!

Sebek and Maleficent...well, it could have been worse.

Poor Sebek was tense and tight lipped for most of the night. He really wanted to make a good impression on Malleus’ grandmother. (I don’t think Sebek has met Maleficent yet so-)

Maleficent was patient, however. She knew Fae kind were raised to think of Maleficent as a high authority figure that should be treated with upmost respect. Unlike the other kingdoms; the Valley of Thorns praised Maleficent like a goddess. She didn’t blame Sebek for acting like he was.

So she started with baby steps. Talking about how wonderful it was to meet her grandson’s bodyguard, how Malleus must have grown to be a strong magician, how she wished she had stayed to know more about her grandson.

Actually, the breaking point between the tense atmosphere between the two was Malleus. Sebek opens up a little more as he continues to talk to Maleficent.

At the end of the night, they’ve only talked about Malleus, but Maleficent was content with that. After all, keeping up with what her grandson was doing was more than enough.

By the end of the night, the First Years enjoyed the special performance and their time with the Great Seven. Things went well especially when Yuu came to join during their break.

So when it was time to go, everyone had happily said their goodbyes as they were ready to return.

“Oh, before I forget...Yuu, I have almost completed the portals for the others so do expect one of us to pop in soon.” “Oh, ok!” “...THEY MIGHT VISIT US?!”

Everyone is low key excited to meet again though.

So, the first years go through the mirror and stay at Ramshackle, chatting away at their time at the House of Mouse.

_=_

Yeah, this was a looonngg write, I’m actually going to do the rest of the TW cast in another post. I hope you enjoyed this one! :)

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baelathebold · 2 years

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The Greens & House Lannister parallels pt. 1: Cersei

UNDOING REFORMS

"Until our new queen is crowned." Lord Beesbury said, in a waspish tone.

"King," insisted Queen Alicent. "The Iron Throne by rights must pass to His Grace’s eldest trueborn son."

"Maegor's laws—"

"—could be undone." She let that hang there, waiting for the High Sparrow to rise to the bait.

He did not disappoint her. "The Faith Militant reborn . . . that would be the answer to three hundred years of prayer, Your Grace. The Warrior would lift his shining sword again and cleanse this sinful realm of all its evil. If His Grace were to allow me to restore the ancient blessed orders of the Sword and Star, every godly man in the Seven Kingdoms would know him to be our true and rightful lord."

DISREGARD OF THE KING'S LAST WILL

The discussion that followed lasted nigh unto dawn. Lord Beesbury spoke on behalf of Princess Rhaenyra. The ancient master of coin, who had served King Viserys for his entire reign, and his grandfather Jaehaerys the Old King before him, reminded the council that Rhaenyra was older than her brothers and had more Targaryen blood, that the late king had chosen her as his successor, that he had repeatedly refused to alter the succession despite the pleadings of Queen Alicent and her greens, that hundreds of lords and landed knights had done obeisance to the princess in 105 AC, and sworn solemn oaths to defend her rights.

But these words fell on ears made of stone.

The eunuch carried the letter to Cersei. The queen glanced at the words. "Protector of the Realm," she read. "Is this meant to be your shield, my lord? A piece of paper?" She ripped the letter in half, ripped the halves in quarters, and let the pieces flutter to the floor.

"Those were the king's words," Ser Barristan said, shocked.

HEIR TRUSTED WITH DIPLOMACY, ONLY TO START A WAR

Arrax fell, broken, to be swallowed by the storm-lashed waters of the bay. His head and neck washed up beneath the cliffs below Storm's End three days later, to make a feast for crabs and seagulls. Prince Lucerys's corpse washed up as well.

And with his death, the war of ravens and envoys and marriage pacts came to an end, and the war of fire and blood began in earnest.

If Joff had only done as he was told, Winterfell would never have gone to war, and Father would have dealt with Robert's brothers.

Instead Joff had commanded that Stark's head be struck off, and Lord Slynt and Ser Ilyn Payne had hastened to obey. It was just there, the queen recalled, gazing at the spot. Janos Slynt had lifted Ned Stark's head by the hair as his life's blood flowed down the steps, and after that there was no turning back.

PIRATE FOR A MASTER OF SHIPS

To take Ser Tyland's place as master of ships, Ser Otto looked to the Iron Islands, dispatching a raven to Dalton Greyjoy, the Red Kraken, the daring and bloodthirsty sixteen-year-old Lord Reaper of Pyke, offering him the admiralty and a seat on the council for his allegiance.

"There is talk that you mean to make Aurane Waters the master of ships." "Has someone been informing on me?" When he did not answer, Cersei tossed her hair back, and said, "Waters is well suited to the office. He has spent half his life on ships."

"Half his life? He cannot be more than twenty."

"Two-and-twenty, and what of it? Father was not even one-and-twenty when Aerys Targaryen named him Hand. It is past time Tommen had some young men about him in place of all these wrinkled greybeards. Aurane is strong and vigorous."

SOFT POWER

The crown's gold was divided into four parts. One part was entrusted to the care of the Iron Bank of Braavos for safekeeping, another sent under strong guard to Casterly Rock, a third to Oldtown. The remaining wealth was to be used for bribes and gifts, and to hire sellswords if needed.

I could have hired a Faceless Man to kill Bronn for half of what I've spent on hippocras, she reflected when they were gone at last.

RELIANCE ON RESOURCES OF USURPING HOUSE

Harrenhal left His Grace feeling vulnerable for the first time. Subsequent rapid defeats at the Burning Mill and Stone Hedge came as further blows, and made the king realize that his situation was more perilous than it had seemed. These fears deepened as ravens returned from the Reach, where the greens had believed themselves strongest. House Hightower and Oldtown were solidly behind King Aegon, and His Grace had the Arbor too… but elsewhere in the south, other lords were declaring for Rhaenyra, amongst them Lord Costayne of Three Towers, Lord Mullendore of Uplands, Lord Tarly of Horn Hill, Lord Rowan of Golden-grove, and Lord Grimm of Greyshield. Other blows followed: the Vale, White Harbor, Winterfell. The Blackwoods and the other river lords streamed toward Harrenhal and Prince Daemon's banners. The Sea Snake's fleets closed Blackwater Bay, and every morning King Aegon had merchants whining at him.

A group of merchants appeared before her to beg the throne to intercede for them with the Iron Bank of Braavos. The Braavosi were demanding repayment of their outstanding debts, it seemed, and refusing all new loans. We need our own bank, Cersei decided, the Golden Bank of Lannisport. Perhaps when Tommen's throne was secure, she could make that happen. For the nonce, all she could do was tell the merchants to pay the Braavosi usurers their due.

#HOTD #house of the dragon #asoiaf #alicent hightower #cersei lannister #dance of the dragons #the blacks and the greens #aegon ii targaryen

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brendaaaa · 3 years

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Best Summer Ever (Max Mayfield x fem!Reader)

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!“ Lucas pumped his fist into the air.

He let out a whoop and cannon-balled into the pool, screaming as he went.

“Oh god,” Will covered his eyes. “He’s going to kill himself.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Will the wise,” Mike set a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “He’s fine.”

You peered over the edge, into the pool. “It looks pretty deep.”

You hated deep water. It was pretty much an irrational fear. There was nothing that was going to get you in that water.

You looked over at your girlfriend, Maxine. She was looking hot as ever, with her long red hair in a messy bun and her freckles sprinkled across her sun kissed face. She wore a red bikini, a good look on her, you had to admit.

You look back at the water. It was dark blue, intimidating.

The party was situated in the backyard of Kimmy Taylor, Robin’s super cool (and rich) girlfriend. She absolutely loved the ‘children’ when Robin introduced them, and because Kimmy would be working, she had generously offered her pool to the kids for the summer.

It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that you were scared silly of deep water.

“Hey, El!” Dustin called out, running over to pick up the brunette girl, “let’s get in the water!”

He ran over to the edge of the pool, Eleven shrieking, pretending to be terrified although anyone could tell she wasn’t really, and jumped.

The two made a huge splash when they entered the water, and you shielded your face, although the rest of your body got soaked.

They came up laughing, and smiling.

You grinned too, as their smiles were the most contagious ever, and watched as Will and Mike jumped in as well.

Lucas, already in the water, came up from behind the two boys and started splashing them.

Everyone in the water started hurling water at the others, and it was actually pretty funny for you to watch.

“Hey love,” a voice said in your ear, and you felt soft arms wrap around your middle.

You blushed, and turned to look at your favorite girl. She rested her head on your shoulder, blue eyes smiling up at you.

“We should get in.”

“Wha-?” You said, not really hearing what she had said. Her beautiful face was too distracting.

“I said,” she crinkled up her nose, “we should get in.”

You paled slightly as you realized what she was talking about.

“Uh, no. I- I can’t,” you looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Aw why not love?” She whined, placing her cold hand on your jaw and turning your head back to face her.

You shivered slightly and looked at the pool. It looked like a blue pit. Deep, dark, and ominous.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Why not?” She said again. “It’s so hot outside. I mean c’mon y/n, I know you wore that bathing suit just for me…,” she said with a smirk, and you reddened, looking down at your rather skimpy one piece, and she continued, “But you wore it to swim too, right?”

Well, yes. But you didn’t know that the pool was going to be this deep!

Aloud you said, “Yeah...I guess,” not wanting to disappoint Max.

“Alright let’s get in then!” She said cheerily, and shook her flip flops off her feet.

You gulped, eyeing the water suspiciously.

“I- I can’t,” you said nervously.

“Oh sure you can,” Max rolled her eyes, “it’s just water, y/n!”

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it. As much as you wanted to please her, you knew that there was absolutely no way you were getting in that pool.

No way. You would stay perfectly nice and dry today, thank you very much.

Ironically, just after that thought, your lovely babe decided it would be fun if she pushed you into the pool.

You screamed, flailing your arms as you tumbled down towards the water.

The party all turned to look, some laughing, some smiling, but none appearing distressed.

You belly flopped in, creating a loud smacking sound as you were submerged in the water.

The water was cold, and even though it was miserably hot outside, it was not refreshing or nice at all.

It was freezing and miserable.

You realized with a jolt of panic that you were sinking to the bottom, like a rock.

Your cheeks puffed outwards, trying to hold your breath in, as well as the scream that was just dying to come out.

You kicked upwards quickly, propelling your arms around, trying to get back up to the surface desperately.

It wasn’t that far to the top, and soon you were gasping and coughing up water. Max plopped into the water next you, and wrapped her arms around you.

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Nice in here, right?”

You shook your head wildly, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“No, no. I want to get out. Right now!” You hiccuped, still kicking your legs back and forth aggressively, trying to tread water and stay afloat.

Max frowned, a bit concerned by your reaction, “okay…” she said slowly.

She pulled herself out first, and reached a hand out to help you get out. All of a sudden she stopped, peering at you.

“Y/n, are you scared of water?” She asked.

Well yeah, no shit.

You glared at her, “What do you think?”

“I-“

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! Of course I’m scared of water, why do you think I didn’t want to jump in?!”

She stared at you, a little unsure of what to say.

“You pushed me in! Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“Y/n,” she started, hands on her knees.

“Get me out!!!” You screeched. “Right now!!”

“Okay okay,” she grabbed your forearms, and pulled you out of the pool, dripping wet.

“You wanna, um, go inside?”

You nodded, huffing.

“Okay, uh, you can do that then. Um, y/n I’m really sorry,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear if you’d just told me I would’ve never pushed you in,” she said sincerely.

You wiped your face off with your hand.

“I’m going inside,” you said stiffly, and marched off.

The rest of the party watched open mouthed, confused at the scene that had just unfolded.

You stomped into Kimmy’s house, flopping your wet body onto the couch. You groaned, feeling frustrated at your girlfriend and at yourself.

It was dumb that you got so upset with Max. She didn’t mean to push you in. She wasn’t that type of person.

Ugh. Why didn’t you just tell her that you were scared?! Why did your pride have to get in the way?

You groaned again, and clapped a hand over your forehead, covering your eyes from the light flowing through the window.

You surveyed the room. It was pretty nice, with some expensive furniture. Everyone’s clothes were scattered amongst the floor. Your eyes honed in on Max’s purple sweatshirt and brown shorts.

You smirked, getting an idea.

You pulled yourself off the couch, and closed the blinds on the window.

…..

“Is it just me, or did that pool get warmer as we swam in it?” you heard Dustin’s voice.

You were flopped in an armchair, watching tv and cuddled up in an afghan. It was surprisingly cold in the house, due to the air conditioning working overtime in the hot summer heat.

“You were probably just pissing in the pool,” Max retorted.

“Shut up Max,” Mike said. “We just probably got used to the water,” you heard him say to Dustin.

All of the party had shuffled in at this point. They all looked freezing cold, wrapped up in only their swimsuits and towels, shivering in the ac-blasted house.

“Hi, Y/n,” Max said, rather shyly.

You remembered that she probably thought you were still mad at her.

“Hi,” you said, giving her your warmest smile.

She smiled back, looking down at the ground. At least now she knew that you weren’t mad.

“So, who wants some pizza?” Lucas stretched out his arms, “I’m tired, and hungry as fuck.”

“Me too,” El piped up. “Can we get hawaiian please?” She gave Max her best doe eyes.

“Ah fine,” your girlfriend muttered, walking over to the phone.

She picked it up and started to dial the number. Growing up as a teen in the 80s, it was mandatory that you all had the pizza place’s number memorized. You never knew when you might need some fuel, or a pick-me-up.

Max turned back to look at El as she held the receiver up to her ear, “But don’t get that nasty fruit stuff anywhere near me,” she threatened, twirling the cord.

“I won’t,” Eleven smiled. Everyone knew that Max hated pineapple on pizza with a passion.

Max gave the order, and you, El, and the boys pulled out some board games to keep you busy while waiting on dinner.

The seven of you set up the candyland board.

“Why are we playing this?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Cause it’s fun,” Dustin countered.

“It’s a childhood classic,” Will insisted.

“You can cheat,” Mike smirked.

“Queen Frostine is sexy,” Max shrugged.

“It’s so FUN!” El beamed.

“I dunno,” you said. “But everyone else seems to like it.”

Lucas groaned, “Fine. But I better win,” he grinned, and flipped over the first card.

“Hey,” Will complained. “You don’t get to go first! The youngest always gets to first!”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “That’s me!”

And so the party played a rather uneventful game of candyland. Dustin won.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone looked up.

“Pizzaaaaaa,” Dustin said in a whisper, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll get it!” You offered, standing up, and letting the afghan fall away from your body.

Max smiled at you, then a double take.

“Uh...y/n, are you? Wait a minute…” she eyed you suspiciously. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

“Caught me!” You laughed, and ran off to go meet the delivery guy.

“Hey!” She hollered. “Don’t think you get away that easy!” She was smiling, shaking her head.

“Get back here y/n!”, she giggled.

You ran, laughing and out of breath, to the door. You opened it up, and smiled at the short brunette pizza guy.

“Uh, three pepperonis and one hawaiian?” He confirmed.

“Ding ding ding,” you winked at him, and set the pizzas on the table right beside the door.

“Gotcha,” you felt Max hug from behind. You turned around, and kissed her cheek. “Hang on, I’m paying this dude.”

“Oh no no,” she said, smiling. “You, you are wearing my clothes! Why?” She touched the tip of her nose to yours, scrunching her nose.

You blushed, “Cause...I want to?”

“You look good, miss girl,” she whispered.

You coughed, and turned to the pizza boy and said, “Pay you back later?” as Max started to kiss you.

“Uh, excuse me-” he was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

You laughed into Max’s lips, “You know, Lucas really was right.”

“What?” Max asked between kisses.

“This...is gonna be the best summer ever!”

Word Count: 1,877

#max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x fem reader #stranger things x reader #max x reader #max mayfield one shot #max mayfield imagine #stranger things imagine #fluff #sorta fluff #stranger things #gay gals #summer of lovin #let the good times roll #it

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90stvshowgoth · 3 years

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—THE BET

summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.

w/c: 4587

tags: dubcon, drunk sex, creampie, blood kink, hate sex, begging, brat taming

a/n: this originally started as a chrollo oneshot, you can kinda tell from how the opening paragraph is about him, but once i started writing the poker game i was like “okay no i gotta make this its own thing,” and because of that decision we now have loose ends getting ch.3 rn :) also no, i couldn’t help but kinda reference phantom of the opera cause it slaps and nobody can tell me otherwise. also, no, before anyone asks, this is a oneshot. it aint getting a sequel.

big thanks to the lovely miss @sealedrosewater for beta reading this clownfucking nightmare.

The heist had gone off without a hitch, Chrollo’s plan worked like a charm and before the night was out you had all flawlessly extracted each and every one of the gilded texts being held in the museum. You still remembered the childlike gleam in your boss’ eyes as he ran his fingers over the aged leather, its binding parchment laced with gold. The faintest ghost of a smile fled from his pallid lips as he admired his new conquest. It made your chest swell with pride, happy to help the man you respected so much. Besides, your cut was nothing to sneeze at.

Your rendezvous was inside a long-abandoned opera theatre where dust clung to the red velvet of the seats and the chandelier was seemingly hanging by a thread; your boss always had a flair for the dramatics. Once all members of the spider had finished reconvening at the empty theatre to gather their spoils it wasn’t long before someone, probably Uvogin, brought out the drinks. Nobunaga had already begun nursing a rum and coke, all while Feitan kept turning down Shal’s insistence to “Just try some, Fei,” Even Shizuku cracked open one of the ice-cold bottles, knocking back an impressive swig. As soon as you saw Machi pulling out a deck of cards you knew you had to stay for the after party.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of your leader. He’d gone to his room with the book you recovered tucked under his arm. A few other members who couldn’t be bothered took after your leader and went off to whichever side room they’d stashed a futon in the week prior; the Phantom Troupe’s equivalent of picking out a bedroom. A shame, really. You’d seen Feitan drunk once before and it was truly a sight to behold.

You sat crosslegged on the wooden floor, watching your comrades slowly get comfortable for a night of fun. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat above you, looking up to see Pakunoda with a soft smile on her face and an opened beer in her outstretched hand.

“Paku, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You couldn’t help but shower the woman with praise. She had been the one who recommended you to Chrollo after all, and she served as your mentor for your first few months until you found your feet.

She scoffed at the compliment, “Far too much,”

Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mindreader, you took a deep sip of beer, enjoying the familiar taste. Paku sat down beside you and it wasn’t long before the two of you were drinking shoulder to shoulder.

“Machi! Deal us in,” You raised your drink to the transmuter and she flicked two cards towards you both.

Scooting away from Paku, you quickly scanned the cards you’d received before pressing them face down. A queen and an ace. Not great, but not awful either.

The others had formed a haphazard circle, each glancing at their cards with an unreadable poker face. Well, all except Hisoka, who seemed pleased as punch with whatever hand he’d been dealt. Silently, Nobunaga took out two coins and threw them into the center— the Troupe’s house rules counting it to be equivalent to 2 billion jenny.

“Call,” you answered, matching the swordsman’s bet with an unreadable expression on your face.

“Oh? Well then, I’ll raise you,” Hisoka purred, pushing five extra chips into the pot without breaking his gaze from yours.

‘What was he planning?’ That smug look of his just made you want to win that much more. The same seemed to be true of everyone else, each calling the clown’s bet in a row. After all, to a member of the Phantom Troupe, five billion jenny wasn’t that much of a loss.

When Machi turned up the first three cards your heart skipped a beat. Two queens and a seven. Winning a round of poker against some of the smartest criminals the world had ever known was an uphill battle, seeing as how you’d been a member for years without winning a single game.

‘Three of a kind already... what should I do?’ Your face was as stone-cold as before, even with the excitement bubbling in your gut. As nonchalantly as you could, you raised another two billion. At that, Uvo and Shizuku both folded, the enhancer grumbling with a disappointed frown.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t got enough coins~” Hisoka slapped down a twenty, and a chorus of annoyed groans broke out like a choir, the abandoned theatre’s acoustics amusingly echoed the loud noises of displeasure.

After that little stunt only three others remained: Pakunoda, who’s facade hadn’t cracked all game, Nobunaga, who was glaring daggers at Hisoka, and the aforementioned magician holding up his cards in front of him like a child playing for the first time.

All three of you matched his bet, but none were happy about it. As Machi flipped over the fourth card you found yourself holding your breath. Not because you particularly cared about the money at stake, but because you felt closer to a victory than you had in months. The caricature of a medieval jester being illuminated under the light made you dig your nails into the palm of your hand.

Joker. That meant you had four queens.

It never felt harder to fight a smile off your face than in that moment. Without betraying your excitement, you called, and to your surprise so did Hisoka. Was he bluffing? Or did he have something else in mind? Nobunaga took a deep breath, knocking back the rest of his drink before calling alongside Pakunoda.

All eyes were on the card beneath Machi’s fingertips, the seconds it took to turn the paper on its head filled the theatre with a suspense liable to bring its fragile walls to the ground.

An eight of hearts. Oh well, no big deal.

Nobunaga muttered a curse under his breath, revealing a simple jack and ten of the same suit. Pakunoda was unreadable when she showed the pair of kings she held in her hands. She must’ve thought that the three of a kind would’ve won her the game. The smile on your face felt sweeter after holding it in the whole round, and Nobunaga rolled his eyes when he saw your hand, pushing the pot towards you.

“Well, look at that~” Your victory was interrupted by Hisoka’s insufferable tone, the cards he held up making your jaw drop.

A nine and a jack of hearts. A straight flush.

“That’s bullshit!” You cried, enraged over the loss. It wasn’t even that you cared so much about losing, It only mattered because you lost to him. In an instant you had summoned your nen into the palms of your hands, ready to lunge at the clown when Pakunoda grasped your shoulders, holding you back. Sometimes you forgot how much brute strength was hidden under that pantsuit.

“Just flip a coin, don’t give him what he wants.” Your first reaction was to ignore her, squirming against her iron grip to try and get to Hisoka, who was dramatically scooping all your winnings into his arms.

Uvogin tossed yet another empty beer can over his head, “C’mon Paku, I say let ‘em fight,”

“I concur~” The magician chirped, dramatically stacking each and every coin he’d won while boring his yellow eyes right into yours. His tongue parted his lips, a manic excitement hiding behind the coy expression.

Although every muscle in your body screamed at you to rip into him, you knew you wouldn’t win. He knew your abilities and you couldn’t say for certain you knew all of his.

“Never-mind,” You spat the words out at him like they tasted sour, “You’d probably get off on it anyways.”

A few laughs from the peanut gallery followed your words and Hisoka shrugged, the intense bloodlust from a few seconds ago vanishing as if he’d changed his mind about fighting you on a whim. “You may be right, darling,” your face scrunched up at the nickname you knew he only used to get on your nerves, which it did. “but what if we played a different game?”

Despite how badly you just wanted to ignore him and laugh the night away with all but one of your comrades, you couldn’t turn down the idea of a rematch. Your pride wasn’t nothing to you. “What kind of game?” You asked hesitantly.

He hummed, standing up from the towers of coin he’d made, sauntering over to the cooler of drinks Franklin had provided. After digging around the cold box he pulled out a bottle of fruity tequila and two empty shot glasses.

Your eyes narrowed at the “innocent” smile on his face, looking over to Pakunoda for reassurance.

“You’ll kill him if he spikes my drink, right?” You asked your mentor, who nodded resolutely.

Paku was staring at Hisoka like she was already thinking of ten different ways how to kill him. After sizing him up she flashed you a reassuring nod, “Without question.”

Resolute in your decision, you marched forward, snatching one of the shot glasses from his hand. The stage lights shone above him, making his eyes gleam like the plastic gloss of a doll.

“Shall we begin, then?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What are the rules first?”

He waved his hand in the air, brushing it off, “Nothing too complex, I assure you. The first one who taps out will lose. The loser will do something for the winner. That’s all.”

You still weren’t convinced it could be that simple. “What’s the catch?”

That smirk from before returned to his painted face and he suddenly leaned forward, feeling far too close for comfort. Still, you didn’t step away, your face expressionless as he whispered into your ear. If you did you felt like he’d somehow win whatever stand-still the two of you had on.

“If I lose, I’ll leave the Phantom Troupe,” You reeled away, stunned at his declaration.

Being accepted into the Troupe was the best moment of your life, it always would be. When you looked into the mirror at the tattoo that curled under your ribcage you felt such a warm swell of pride. You couldn’t imagine throwing it all away over some drinking game.

“And...” You blinked rapidly, trying to collect yourself, “If I lose?”

The laugh that echoed from his chest was far from reassuring.

The evening slowly ran into the early morning, each of the other Troupe members wandering off eventually in varying stages of drunkenness. Even Pakunoda headed off to bed after confirming that Hisoka hadn’t spiked your drinks with anything other than a strawberry vodka base. It was unnerving at first, to be completely alone with Omokage’s replacement. Luckily his tastes ran strong, and your vision was spinning before your knew it.

“Match.” Another shot went down your throats, the taste disgustingly sweet, and you watched as his Adam’s apple tensed from the burn.

You’d long since stopped counting how many drinks you’d had, losing track once you got to the double digits. You were both using nen to reinforce yourselves, obviously, but it wasn’t infallible.

‘How is he so good at this?’ You wondered, because as the bottle ran low you started to question just what had made you so confident as to enter a bet with Hisoka in the first place.

“My dear, why not rest for a minute? At least try to enjoy each others company?” His legs were crossed, resting his hand on his palm as he not-so-subtly checked you out. It wasn’t uncommon, and certainly not unexpected from someone like him, but what you hated wasn’t just the nerve of him, but how it made you feel. His scrutiny sent chills down your spine, the unnerving edge to his tone only making you shift your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,” you knocked back two consecutive shots, unable to hide the wince it caused on your face. Good, you wanted it to sting. Anything to take your mind off the magician in front of you.

He pouted as he poured another row of drinks, “Aw, now why’s that?”

You answered his question with another, pointing towards the half-empty bottle of liquor, “Whats in this, really?”

The magician rolled his eyes, “I did pick an unopened bottle for a reason, dear, I do so want you to trust me.”

Without much fanfare he threw back four shots, over your stunned reaction.

“Just give up already, Darling~ I promise to make it worth your while,” You were reaching your limit for sure, but you were far to stubborn to give up without a fight.

“Fuck you,” you took the first of your next four shots slowly, not managing his fast pace.

He grinned a cheshire smile, “Oh, say that again, will you?”

If he were to call you out on the blush slowly spreading across your nose you’d just blame the alcohol, but the truth was that his words just egged you on even more to the point where you were almost—barely even considering...

“What do you mean, make it worth my while?”

He leaned forward like a cat, agile and silent, whispering his words against your temple, “I’ll tell you how I won that hand,” He got you, hook, line, and sinker.

“You’ll tell me how you cheated?”

Hisoka nodded, a clawed hand coming to stroke a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the action far too intimate for someone like him.

There was no way you’d win against him in this match, that much was clear from the very sober way Hisoka held himself against you, inhumanly still, so what did you have to lose?

‘Your dignity,’ A part of you answered back, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d left your dignity behind four shots ago.

“If I lose...”

“If you lose,” He mouthed the words into your cheek, his eyes closed in thought, “You do know what I’ve decided my prize shall be, right?” Of course you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, and the way he nuzzled himself into your neck was far from subtle.

Were you actually so desperate to learn how you lost that you’d sleep with him?

No, you weren’t. But the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore, and the idea that you could write off what you were about to do behind the excuse of gathering intel sounded like a win-win.

You dug your hands into his hair, not trying to be anything but rough, basking in the moan that spilled from his lips, breath hot against your neck before you yanked him back to meet your gaze.

“Fine. You win, Hisoka,” He smirked, and although he was on his knees he still towered over you, “so how did you cheat?”

Before you could blink his hand had wrapped around your throat, the magician slamming your head into the wood of the stage. You’d had plenty of time to block the damage with your hatsu but the action left your brain rattling inside your skull.

“I’ll tell you later,” He promised, the disorienting blur was slow to fade from the alcohol, and distantly you could feel his other hand stroke your face, his nails like filed daggers trailing over your cheekbones.

“What to do with my prize, then, hm?” He mused, tilting your head from left to right as if examining a block of wood he was about to carve. You coughed on impulse when he let go of your neck, guiding it up instead and taking both your small hands into his palm with an iron grip.

With a flick of his wrist he drew a card, the eight of hearts, seemingly out of nowhere, his nen sharpening it into a thin blade, “Don’t move,”

“Wait... Hisoka, don’t—!” You were far too late to stop him, the frigid air of the ghostly theatre rushing to meet the bare skin of your chest.

Your shirt fell to ribbons along with your bra and you thrashed desperately in his grasp, angry over the loss of your favorite top. He paid your escape attempt no mind, enraptured with the way your tits rose and fell with the timing of your breath and the way you tried to wriggle yourself free.

Still holding your hands to the floor above you, his head bent to wrap a skilled tongue around your tits, a soft sigh involuntarily falling away from you.

“I fuckin’ ha-ate you, Hisoka—ah,” His teeth bit down on your peak at the comment, peering up at you from under his fiery hair.

“Oh? Then why is it you’re moaning like a little whore?” He shifted his weight above you and you saw an opportunity.

You kicked with all your strength between his legs, pulling your knee back and shoving him off with a dig of your shoe into his stomach, “I’m not, don’t call me that shit!”

He actually loosened his grip on you clearly not intending for you to get free from his grasp, a choked sound of what you thought was pain devolving to something much more heated as he stared into you.

“You... are well worth the wait, my dear,” His bloodlust seeped out from every pore, grounding you to the spot. You could usually hold your own against someone like him but it wasn’t hard to see the disadvantage you were at.

Within a fraction of a second he was on you, twisting your waist in his clawed grasp until your ass was hiked into the air, a sharpened playing card slicing through the denim until he could rip it from your legs, yelp echoing like music in the long-silent theatre.

“I knew you’d have some fight left in you,” He crawled forward and you started to realize why he wore exclusively baggy pants, his length hot against you through the fabric as his hips caged you in. As he began to remove that street-performer getup he always wore he’d occasionally curl his hand around your waist to mercifully tug on your ignored clit, your groans muffled and cursed, “I love it. That resilience? It just turns me on.”

You could feel your confidence fade as he tugged those sweatpants down, the weight of him grinding into your ass made all your bravado vanish.

“It will make it so much more satisfying...” He pointed his finger upwards, and suddenly your hands became magnetized to each other, no amount of struggle even budging the rubbery nen substance. “...when I break you.”

Without warning he slid himself inside you, hands holding your hips still as he forced your back into an arch. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the flailing of your bound arms useless as he shallowly began pumping his cock deeper inside you.

Your muffled curses whispered into the floor made him laugh, pulling his hand back and cruelly slapping the vulnerable flesh of your ass without a warning.

“Wh.. Why?”

“Because, darling, I want to hear you beg for me.” He pouted, teasing your clenched walls with only the tip of his slick head.

Despite the desire coursing through your veins you still had your pride in tact, “Never gonna happen, asshole.”

Gripping your hips, he dug himself into your dripping cunt as far as he could, both of you unrestrained with a moan at the feeling of his cock brushing near your cervix, your hips traitorously snapping back to meet his eager thrusts, movement near impossible as Hisoka forced you into the ground.

You cried out softly with each quick pull and stretch, only able to say his name one syllable at a time,

“Hi-so—kah...” It was hard to turn your head to the side from his brutal pace but somehow you manage, craning yourself in order to see him; His head was thrown back with a sheer bliss softening his glistening skin, his eyes closed and lips parted. The sight made your keening grow louder, the simple image of him losing himself in your twitching pussy sending a wave of slick dripping around his length.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him because soon enough his was staring at you, his pupils blown wide with desire in a way that made them look like a sun eclipsed, black outlined with a ring of fiery gold.

All at once his hips froze, digging his cock so far as to leave an indent in your pelvis. For a confused second you thought he’d finished, but his gaze was cruel and focused, his lips in a smirk, and you felt no more full than you had a moment ago. He was doing this on purpose.

“Wait, no-nono, wh..y?” You hiccuped, taking his break as a moment to wipe unshed tears from your glossy eyes.

He sighed, “I don’t like repeating myself, darling,” He accentuated the infuriating nickname with a slap to your thigh, face unchanged as he trailed his sharpened fingertips along the reddening skin.

“His..oh.. fuck, Hisoka—“ The banished tears returned, falling silently down your pink face as you whispered, “please,”

“Hmm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my dear, mind saying that again?

Your voice hiccuped as you spoke, “Please, alright? Please,” You thought it’d be enough, that he might finally go back to toying with your clit while he fucked you into the old floorboards, but you’d underestimated the magician’s self-control.

Innocently, he tilted his head, “Please what, dear? Please hit you again?” Hisoka didn’t blink as he slowly brought up his palm, giving you plenty of time to try and wiggle free from your punishment just to show off how futile escape really was, lashing his hand down on the same patch of skin as before, grinning at the shriek he yanked from your lungs.

“No! No, fu-uck.. just—“ You whimpered, brain seemingly disconnected from your mouth as you struggled to form the words, “just fuck me, Hisoka, please.”

“Look at you, huh? You were a slut after all,” He purred, letting the weight of your words hang lifeless in the air along with your stubborn pride. Before you could argue again his hand had returned to your clit, pace unforgiving as he pulled your nerves ever closer to snapping only to halt the second he grew bored, “Say it,”

Mindlessly, you nodded your head, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, Hisoka,” you intentionally clenched yourself around him, mumbling lucid pleas for more as his hard cock twitched, pre cum dripping from your heat onto the floor as your conscience trying to deny what your body so willingly accepted, “want you to fuck me, Hisoka, fu-ck,” you whined, the still presence inside your sensitive walls drove you insane.

With each word a truly unhinged aura began to surround him, and by extension, you, the intoxicating menace dripping over you like a drug as you faced forward once again, wiggling your ass as best you could in his grip.

That was his breaking point, ripping you away from his cock only to drive himself back in, digging the full blade of his nails into your hips, blood pooling around the crescent cuts.

“Fuck, ah.. Darling, ‘doing so good, so good’fr me-ah,” He slurred his words together, more drunk on you than the vodka as he leaned back, forcing you to meet him as his thrusts became so quick that it was getting hard to breathe, your ribcage creaking with discomfort as you were nailed into the stage.

“M..o-re, more...” You begged, and he was happy to oblige. the smearing crimson of blood running hot down your thighs, the pain only making you more pliant in his sculptor’s hands as he folded your body however he liked, ignoring your pained weep from the stretch as he slung one of your bleeding legs over his shoulder.

It was almost weird to hear him say your actual name, so often he used a pet name to mock or flirt with you, sometimes both, “So good for me like this, taking me so goo-uh,” He choked on his words as your cunt tightened around him, your hands clinging for balance in his hair, and Hisoka clearly didn’t mind if the slew of moans from his lips was any indication.

The angle his hips cut into had the edges of your vision turning into a vignette, “I’m close, so close, gonna cum inside you, yeah? Right here,” The hand that had been toying with your clit changed angles, his fingertips spinning spirals onto your aching bud while the flat of his hand pushed against your stomach, your shout swallowed by his pretty lips, tongue toying with yours.

“Ye-es cum inn-side me,” You were too far gone to care, anything he said sounded good as long as he said it in that sultry purr, arms numb as they lay suspended above your head.

“Take it, take it, Darling,” With what little strength you had left you curved your calf beside his neck, pulling him in until his cock brushed your cervix, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure, “Uhn, cumm-fuck, i’m cumming—“

His cum was thick, the curve of his cock jutting inside you as he filled you up, mercifully swallowing your hallowed scream as he kissed you deeply, almost all feeling in your raised leg lost until he lowered it to his waist, involuntarily snapping his hips up although they had nowhere left to go until your moan turned into a broken sob of lingering bliss.

“Shh, dear, I’ve got you,” With a whirl of his wrist your arms were free of his bungee gum, shakily pulling them to your sides again as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, whispering a slurred mess of sweet words, stopping to suck a particularly deep hickey into the vein of your flesh.

“Hisoka, quit it!” Your fight had returned along with feeling to your fingertips as you wrenched him back by the hair, his cock jumping.a bit inside you at the grip, “I’ll have to wear sweaters for weeks now, you jerk.”

The capillaries had already begun to burst as he laughed, reaching up behind your head to pull his discarded top forward, digging out what looked like a piece of smooth cleaning cloth from its pocket and lying it over your neck with a simple point of his finger, gyo revealing the pink gum of his aura that controlled it before he smoothed the fabric over your skin, the texture so light you could barely feel it.

“A deal’s a deal, love, I’ll tell you how I cheated,” He smiled as satisfied and smug as he could ever be, a tingling sensation overtaking the patch of covered skin.

As he pulled your hand away you ran your fingers over the cloth, not finding a seam among the normal tone of your chest. Eyes wide as you looked at him for answers he was already happy to provide, “It’s called texture surprise. I can apply it to any flat surface and change its appearance. It’s quite handy,”

“It works on skin, paper, even playing cards,” You felt like an idiot. During the match you kept analyzing him for a sleight of hand trick all while he was using a second nen technique to win. It was so simple but genius, and you felt a little bit better knowing you weren’t outwitted by something obvious.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,”

He chuckled, kissing along the new unblemished canvas of your neck, “I know~”

#hisoka x reader #hisoka x reader smut #hisoka morrow #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka morrow x reader smut #phantom troupe #hxh fanfic #hxh #hunter x hunter

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Loving You (Wanda Maximoff/Reader)

Summary : The worst that could ever happen just happened to you.

You were a beta. Being an omega could’ve been better but no, God decided to fuck you up.

In a world, where Alphas and Omegas are considered the best, being a beta meant that you were just going to be an average person. Always in the middle.

People don’t look the same at you. You had potential. At the top of your classes, taking all of the AP Classes. Now, you doubt that even Colleges would consider you.

Ever since, Asami Sato has proven that even Omegas can change the world, people have been considering them as equal to Alphas… but never Betas. When has a Beta ever change the world?

So you shut up and hide from the world as you try to graduate and maybe get a job in your Family’s Company, R Firm.

But a chance encounter with a gorgeous Omega will change everything up.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff.

New series! After a month. College does seem to hate me that much.

You sigh as you trudge the halls of your high school. It was lunch break and almost everyone is in the cafeteria, obviously not you, though. You’ve been reading inside the library when Miss Danvers kicked you out, saying that she needs her lunch break too. You sigh and sit in front of your locker. You open up your book and begin reading.

Reading is one of the only things you could enjoy these days… you still remember the day you got your evaluation test.

You tremble as you stare at your test result. You were a beta. Tears spring up in your eyes but you quickly wipe them away. You could hear some people cry and some sniffle. You guess they were betas too.

“Y/LN?” You stop and turn to Janine Rivera, she was one of the juniors. A popular Omega who is in your AP English Class.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to-?” You stop and gulp. Janine cuts off herself and gets your test result. You don’t fight her because it’s better to just rip the band-aid off. She scoffs and shoves the result back to you. “Megan!” Another girl looks at Janine. “Cross off Y/LN! She’s a Beta!” She shouts and everyone quiets down. You take a deep breath and walk off. The murmurs then start. You feel tears again in your eyes and you wipe them away again.

You walk home because inside your school felt so suffocating. People were going home anyway to tell their families their evaluation result. As you stood in front of your house, you feel your stomach cave in. You’re afraid to face your parents. Your Alpha Mother would surely get angry. Even your Omega ma would look at you with disappointment. Your two Alpha sisters would get disgusted. Just imagining their reactions make you cry.

“Y/N?” Your sister, Alsie, gets out of her car and you cry even more. She quickly kneels besides you. “What’s wrong!?” You refuse to answer so she guides you inside. “Ma!?” Your Omega Mother, Dahlia rushes downstairs and gets to you.

“Y/N!? Are you okay?”

“M-ma.” You stutter and cry even more. Your other sister, Valerie, gets downstairs too and fusses over you. You faint and they panic even more.

When you came to your sense, you’re in the living room with your Alpha Mother, Zale, is hovering over you. She sighs in relief and shouts that you’re okay. She was about to leave and you bite your lip as you grab her arm.

“Mom.” You say weakly and Dahlia gives you a glass of water. You sit up and gulp it down in one go.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Zale asks gently and you try not to cry again. God, their gentle affections and kindness, will it go away once you tell them what you really are? That you’re just a Beta and not like them? Will they throw you out? Disown you? You take a deep breath and you look at them.

“I-I” You tremble and put the glass on the coffee table. “I’m a Beta.” You look down and clench your fists, waiting for their reply.

“Oh, Jesus, it was just her evaluation result.” You look up and see as your all of your family collectively sigh in relief.

“Damn it, Y/N, don’t scare us like that.”

“My little sister is a goddamn drama queen, who freaking guessed?” Zale slaps Valerie softly on her arm.

“Why were you so afraid, anak?”

“I thought you guys would get angry and disown me.” You sniffle and Dahlia quickly hushes you and hugs you.

“Y/N, little one, that doesn’t matter to us.”

“Dude, that’s like the least of our concerns.”

“Oh? What matters most then, Val?” Valerie glares at Alsie and look away. “Your potential mate, that girl call-“ Valerie screeches and attacks Alsie who dodges quickly. You laugh at their antics and everyone looks relieved at you. They hug you and you hug them back. Grateful that they accepted you.

You were just humming to a song that’s been stuck inside your head when someone calls out.

“Excuse me?” You look up and gulp. The girl looked stunning and words seem to be stuck in your mouth. It felt like everything around you was moving slowly.

“Y-yes?” God, human interaction was not a daily occurrence for you, people tended to avoid you like the plague in School and the house is quieter now that both Zale and Alsie are off to college. Both of your moms never push you to talk about anything and simply bonds with you through food and TV.

“Can you tell me where I would find this classroom?” She pushes the schedule onto you and you hum. You knew the school halls like the back of your hand, it was easier to navigate that way. You felt your heart beat faster as you give it back.

“Yeah. You should take a left there and it should be the fourth room on the right.” You point it out and she nods. She smiles at you and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks, stranger.” You nod.

“Wanda!” Someone calls out and you both turn to the newcomer. “You know where the classroom is?”

Yeah. Come on.” They both turn to leave and you stare after them. Wanda looks back and waves at you. You simply put your hand up in a lame attempt to reciprocate.

“Fuck.” You whisper softly and put your hand to your chest. You will yourself to calm down before resuming to read your book.

You yawn as you step inside the cafeteria. It’s been a week since you gave Wanda directions… a week since and you’ve been avoiding her. Every time she would wave her hand at you, you’ll turn to the other direction. Anytime she tries to call you, you would run the other way. It was hard since she’s practically a dog just begging for your attention… this is why you really prefer cats.

You get a tray and get your usual lunch. You’re not in the library since Miss Danvers apparently quitted and even though students usually man the counter, you’ve decided to eat like a normal person this day.

“Hey!” Wanda calls out and you felt your stomach drop. She was with the Avengers. They were the most popular group in school, even more than Seniors despite being Sophomores like you.

Tony and Vision Stark are smart, and people are saying that they’re going to take the world in a few years. With Stark Industries, they might as well do that.

Natasha Romanoff is the heir to the Romanoff Airlines, and she has been basically to everywhere and knows many languages.

Angel Garcia is one of the only people who seem to take every AP classes like you. She’s a smart Omega that you have no doubt will take the world in a storm. Some says she’s a power Omega to Natasha.

Pepper Potts is already showing signs of a great businesswoman and is already interning at Stark Industries. She’s the soulmate of Tony Stark.

Steve Rogers is another example of a power Omega, with his buff body and being the captain and quarterback of the football team.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is an Alpha who is also the ace of the Basketball team. He’s the Alpha of Steve Rogers.

Thor Odinson is an Alpha who can make girls wet their panties without doing anything but existing. He’s the heir to Mjolnir Constructions.

Sam Wilson is an Alpha who loves flying more than anything else, he’s father is a pilot at Romanoff Airlines.

You gulp and turn away from her. Walking to a smaller table with no one. You turn to look and see Wanda’s disappointed face. You sigh as you eat and take your phone out. You read fanfics as you eat your lunch.

It’s not like the Betas at the school have not invited you to eat with them but you preferred to be alone, talking to no one and be in your own world.

Wanda sighs and turns back to their table.

“Something wrong, младшая сестра?” Pietro asks and Wanda huffs. She gets her tray and was about to go to you when Sam grabs her arm.

“I wouldn’t go to Y/LN. She’s a Beta.” She stops at that and pulls away from him.

“So what? Is that a sin?” Natasha scoffs at Wanda.

“It means she’s a trying hard nobody.” Wanda glares at her and Natasha smiles.

“She’s still in most of the AP classes though.” Angel says and Tony scoffs.

“Only because her mom and sisters threatened to sue if they didn’t let her.”

“Jesus, what a spoiled brat.” Wanda’s eye twitches at that and she drags Pietro away from them.

“THOSE are you new friends?”

“Yeah? They’re the coolest people, Wands, trust me.”

“Coolest? They’re judging someone based on their second gender.”

“It’s the truth, though.” Wanda crosses her arms and Pietro shrugs. “Betas are just average people, Wands, don’t put too much faith in them.” Wanda huffs and looks at you but you were already gone.

You stretch your body before going back into your research. You’re inside the library after school and you’ve already texted your moms about being late.

“Is this seat taken?” You look up and see Wanda with a book of her own. You shake your head. “Do you mind?” You shake your head again and she sits down besides you. You were so focused on doing you research that you haven’t noticed that Wanda has been staring at you. You only notice that she hasn’t opened her book yet. You look to her and meet her eyes.

“Um?” You blush and Wanda looks away as she opens her book. “Is that The Flower Girl Wore Celery?” Wanda nods and you squeal lightly. “They have this? Where’d you find it?”

“In the literature section? There’s a whole lot of Children’s books there.” You sigh.

“Maybe after I finish this dreadful thing.”

“I’m Wanda by the way.” She holds out her hand and you take it while blushing.

“Right. I’m Y/N.” Wanda smiles at you and you gulp.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You nod and try to focus on the research. You finally finish after an hour and you stretch your body.

“Finally done.” You say and Wanda hums. She’s already finished the Children’s book and was now reading a novel.

“Here.” She gives you the book and you smile at her.

“Thanks.” You begin reading the book.

Your phone rings just as you finish the book, you quickly answer it and it was your Mom.

“Y/N? Are you still finishing your research?”

“No. I’m already done, just going to return all the books that I’ve borrowed.”

“Okay. Your Ma is already cooking dinner.”

“Alright. I’ll finish up and go home.”

“See you later, little one.”

“Yeah. Bye, mom.” You hang up and sigh.

“You okay?” Wanda asks and you hum.

“Just a little sore.” You gather all of your things and put them into your bag.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yep. Ma’s cooking and my mom’s going to get angry if I’m not home by the time she finishes.”

“Let me help you.”

“You sure? Some of these reference books are heavy.”

“Yep.” She picks up the books that you left behind and follows you. You begin returning the books while Wanda hovers behind you. “You’ve been avoiding me.” You drop the last book in your hand and it drops on your foot. You whimper quietly and pick it up. You immediately sit and Wanda looks down you. “You okay?”

“F-fine.” You stutter and stand. You take all the remaining books from her and return them. After you return the last one you notice Wanda and blush. You look down. “Sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” She gets into your vision and you sigh.

“For avoiding you? Getting involved with me won’t do you any good.” You pick up your bag and leave the library with her.

“Why not?” You sigh.

“Because I’m a Beta. And you’re an Omega.”

“So what?” You look at her, not believing her words…

“I’m a Beta, Wanda, you’re an Omega, you should hang out with another Omega or an Alpha, not a Beta like me.” You get something from your bag and present it to her. It was a bookmark, a simple one with just words on them. “My apologies and try to read all the books written on it. They’re all pretty good.” Pietro calls out to Wanda and you both turn to him. “I have to go.” You leave her behind and Wanda sighs. She smiles as she reads the bookmark’s contents.

A/N: I don't know how to cut off chapters now that I have no guide. Help.

Anyhows, thank you for reading and do tell me if you would like to be on the taglist for this series or future works!

I'm going to try to post chapters at least once a week or if life happens then once biweekly.

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Omegaverse fic #Marvel #Marvel fic #Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader #Wanda Maximoff Fanfic #Scarlet Witch x Reader #Wanda x you #wanda x reader #Scarlet Witch x you

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hi i made @fanchlebu guess genshin impact characters (because she doesn't play the game and i'm annoying) part 1?

[juno comments in square brackets]

1. That's Venti I think

prediction: 5 star character

didn't he wear a crop top or something?

i think he's the one lots of people confused for a girl

juno doesn't have him and they're sad about it [i am :(( ]

he reminds me of mythological zephyr. air element associated? [when did i tell you about this why do u remember these details??? nerd]

he's short

2. Mr Money (Zhongli?)

prediction: 5 star character

two of my classmates said he's hot and im traumatised about it [i guess he is? im ace don't ask me if a character is hot]

he's got tumblr sexyman vibe

i think he's shipped with a lot of other tall male characters. unsurprisingly

isn't he an old god or something? and venti also is!

he's the one that has pet dragon and that dragon... forgets things or something? [you mean azhdaha?]

reminds me of veles because he's the god of contacts and wealth [everyone point and LAUGH fanchlebu is a nerd. me too]

3. Boobsword (Shogun Raider?)

prediction: 5 star character

i like the colours :)

wasn't her character quest very disappointing? [yes. yes it was. i'm still salty about it]

she's got a sister? and she's created a clone of someone? idk

also an old goddess

i think she's the good sibling and her sister is evil

4. Who is she (Blondie)

prediction: 4 star character

she reminds me of a priestess

angelic vibes... her colour palette and hair

cinnamon roll who did nothing wrong. she may be a war criminal though [close tbh?]

does she have lilies in her hair? she's innocent.

reminds me of that overwatch meme with the angel character merci? [neither of us has ever played overwatch lol]

5. Ganyu!

prediction: 5 star character

she's a unicorn [qilin, technically! but close enough for you]

did nothing wrong in her life

pure hearted pacifist and a cinnamon roll [unless you don't pay taxes]

juno's fave [yeah :) i'm a ganyu main]

shipped with that one government character? the capitalism queen [NINGGUANG??? i really don't remember telling you about that ship]

also shipped by juno with that purple haired character. ganyu has god in her heart, but that other character doesn't or something? [ganqing. you mean ganqing]

if she's a unicorn what's up with her horns. i don't understand [again, not technically a unicorn]

6. Who's that? 2: electric boogaloo (Czerwony kapturek)

prediction: 4 star character

i think she's a scientist or something because of the goggles! that one character from the movie atlantis also had goggles. and she reminds me of her

i've never watched ever after high BUT wasn't there a ship between red riding hood and bad wolf but the wolf was humanised and had furry ears and they had a daughter that was similar to this character? [i haven't seen it either ? can someone confirm]

she's got nice corset. i like it

her headband reminds me of doktor robotnik [doctor eggman] i'm not a sonic fan but i have watched all uncle mroowa's videos about sonic and i am an expert now [i'm just gonna pretend i understand what you're talking about]

DOES SHE HAVE A GUN? i hope so [man i wish she did]

7. Pirate

prediction: 5 star character

wasn't he supposed to have a tumblr sexyman title but doesn't have it because he's too mainstream [WHY DO YOU REMEMBER ONLY EXTREMELY SPECIFIC DETAILS]

he's got an eyepatch so he must be a pirate right

boob window man

he's tall

8. Batman (Diluc? I think it's Diluc)

prediction: 5 star character

he looks like a cheap cosplay of himself

if he didn't look like an idiot i'd respect him because he's basically a batman. and batman's cool [diluc slander. yeah<3]

i think he's a lot like batman. but i don't remember the details so he's probably rich and fights crime at night

i like his cloak. it's nice

9. Albedo! (The geography guy)

prediction: 5 star character

albedo is geographical term did you guys know that [okay matgeo major we know you're a nerd]

he's got evil twin and that evil twin is early failed prototype of him! that seems cliché to me. i could do better

he was supposed to kill someone but he didn't? i think

i saw memes about him that went like "trust nobody even yourself". they were funny [sorry for flooding your main page with them]

10. Goldie

prediction: 4 star character

i like her design

is she the capitalism queen? i think it's not her but it would be cool [yeah that's her! the rich lady ningguang]

i think juno told me she's a lesbian but im not sure [...maybe not canonically but in my heart? yeah]

i just think she looks neat :)

#genshin impact #long post #venti #zhongli #raiden shogun #diluc #amber #kaeya #ningguang #lumine #ganyu #albedo #bullying fanchlebu tag

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚] ❞

♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐢𝐥𝐲.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

When Nishinoya, Asahi and Kageyama couldn't reach that last block from Seijoh, you could see how your boyfriend's shoulders released all the tension. It was all over.

You also saw him going to comfort the first years on the court, and you were able to see his watery eyes when they formed a line and bowed in front of the audience.

Now, you were waiting for him outside the locker room.

When Daichi finally came out, you quickly approached him and gave him tight hug.

"You did amazing, baby." You whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. He hid his face in the crook of your neck. Trying not to start sobbing right there.

"We lost y/n. We aren't going to the nationals and it's my fault." He let out some tears and hugged you back. "The whole team looked so disappointed, but Hinata and Kag-"

"It isn't your fault Daichi. I saw the entire game and you guys were incredible." His voice was weak and you know he was already crying so you took his face with your hands and made him look directly to your eyes. "Oikawa was on the verge of tears everytime you received one of his serves." He smiled sadly.

You wiped his tears while he looked at you intensely and you couldn't help but blush. He took your chin between his fingers and kissed you.

"Thank you so much."

Lev hit the ball that Kenma set for him but the other team's middle blockers stopped his spike and Yaku couldn't save it.

Kuroo Tetsurō

"Fuck." Kuroo said under his breath while he ran his fingers through his black messy hair. It wasn't an important game but Kuroo loved to win anyways.

Now, you and him were lying on his bed. He also loved sleeping with you in his arms after a long and tired game.

Your head was on his chest and you were drawing little hearts on it. He has been silent for a quite long time, and you didn't want to force him to talk.

"Do you think Lev was good in today's game? I feel like I'm not doing enough for helping him to improve." He said playing with your hair.

"He was amazing. All of you were amazing. Lev is really improving and they just blocked him, it was a little mistake." You looked up to see his dark eyes locked onto the ceiling.

"I don't know y/n. If I had spent more time practicing with Lev, they wouldn't have blocked him." He sounded so angry with himself.

"You are always practicing with him and he is learning so much with you, Kuroo. He has improved a lot. I've seen you guys train together and I have seen all your games, you are the best captain he could've ask for! It wasn't your fault nor his."

"What did I do to deserve you?." He kissed the top of your head and kept stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Bokuto Kōtarō

When the other team blocked his spike and ended up scoring that point, you could feel your heart break and your boyfriend's too.

He looked so sad and disappointed with himself not even Akaashi's praises could cheer him up.

You went down to the bleacher and ran to him but some random man stopped you with an angry face.

"I'm Bokuto's girlfriend!" You told him. He still wouldn't let you into the court until Akaashi came. "Let her in."

You ran to your sweaty boyfriend and took his cheeks between your hands. He was so sad that even his spiky hair was down.

"Bokuto." You called him looking for his gaze. "Baby, you did absolutely great. Cheer up, c'mon. You are Fukurōdani's ace! And you are in the top five aces of the country! This was the first game after summer, It'll get better I promise."

When you reminded him how amazing he is, his face lit up and he smiled big and bright.

He gave a quick peck to your lips and he walked to Akaashi "Hey hey hey! Akaashi come here! Let's practice! Set for me again!" You looked at your happy boyfriend with heart eyes.

Akaashi rolled his eyes and you couldn't help but laugh at him.

Oikawa Tōru

He freezed when he couldn't stop that last spike. He has lost against Kageyama; this is probably the worst thing that could've happened to Oikawa.

You went down to the bleacher trying to find him but none of his teammates saw him after that.

"Tōru? Tōru, where are you?" You looked for him outside the court. You heard a bunch of girls calling your boyfriend's name and you quickly ran to where they were. "Leave him alone!" You screamed pushing the girls away.

He was sitting on the floor in a corner of the hall surrounded by all his screaming fangirls. He was covering his face with his hands and his breathing was heavy.

You just waited for the girls to leave and then you kneeled down and called his name a few times but he kept crying.

"I'm not good enough, y/n. I've never been good enough for them. I'm a bad captain. They deserved better than this." He sobbed.

You tried to remove his hands from his face but he refused too. "Look at me, Tōru." He ignored you. "Please, baby."

When he finally revealed his face you wiped his tears using your thumbs. "Listen to me. Your teammates couldn't have asked for a better captain. You are more than enough, Oikawa, you are the great king!" Your touch made him shudder.

"Y/n is right." Iwaizumi said behind you. Oikawa looked at his best friend with tears in his eyes and he covered your hands on his cheeks with his.

"Then, you are my great queen." He told you and you smiled wide at him. You kissed his lips and Iwaizumi faked a gag sound.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima has been silent for the past ten minutes. He was walking you home and he hasn't said a word since the game ended.

He isn't a talkative person, you knew that, but this was different. He had his head down like a sad puppy and his eyes were focused on the pavement.

You looked at him and let out sigh. He was frowning and you knew what he was doing: analyzing second by second the entire game.

Suddenly, you wrapped his big and warm hand with your fingers. Deep inside he needed to feel you so when you grabbed his hand he grabbed yours too holding it tighly.

"You know Wakatoshi, If you don't want to talk about it, It's fine. But you are the best. No matter what. Nothing is going to change that, not even a stupid game."

He looked at you as you spoke, then he looked back to the pavement and nodded. He squeezed your hand with his fingers and you smiled.

"Thank you for being there." Wakatoshi told you while his cheeks blushed a little. "Not only today but always."

"It's nothing you should thank me for. I love going to your games." You sneaked between his strong arm and his body letting his arm rest on your shoulders and snuggled there while you both reached your house.

"Would you like to come in?" You looked up to see his face and he nodded. Wakatoshi leaned his face to yours and gave a little kiss to your nose.

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