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whyse7vn · 6 months

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MOVING OUT -

[ot7 x reader]

BFFS 😁💜

8 participants - 8 online

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jk: #NEWYEARNEWHOME

#NEWME 🙌🏼

hobi: don’t want to know don’t care shut up

jin: what now

jimin: sighs

tae: AWOMAN 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

yooongi: …

jk: #newbeginings 🙏🏼

namjoon: ??

jk: i’m moving out guys 😆

like living on my own

i am

no joke

real life

living with y/n era OVER

hobi: attention seeker

jin: idk if you can even survive on ur own

y/n: he’s being stupid

ignore him pls

jk: house warming party soon guys!!!!

everyone invited unless ur name starts with a j

yoongi: your name starts with a j

jk: everyone invited unless ur surname starts with a j

yoongi: are you stupid

jin: is this about y/ns new bf lmao

y/n: i brought jaehyun over ONCE and now kooks spiralling

jk: idk who is jaehyun sorry idk who that is or what ur talking about sorry idk a thing

namjoon: sighs

yoongi: lowkey valid

y/n: ????????

yoongi: i mean if we were living together and you brought a rat back home i would loose my mind a bit

y/n: namjoon

namjoon: yoongi

yoongi: just saying

jimin: LMAOOO

y/n: not funny

jimin: just a little bit

tae: i heard jaehyun a world famous cheater

y/n: guys

hobi: look you made her upset

jk: y/ns upset?

jin: yikes

jimin: it’s not even my fault

yoongi just makes me giggle some times

yoongi: 🫰🏼

tae: i’ll hold you bbg sshhh don’t cry

namjoon: ew

y/n: i really really like him ok

so if you all could actually maybe just give him a chance and not be assholes for once i would really appreciate it

hobi: ofc pretty <3

jimin: ok but do you love him

namjoon: jimin

jimin: WHAT sorry i really need to know

jk: DONT ANSWER THAT

jin: woah

jk: i mean you don’t have to answer that haha

i’m still moving out btw

tae: i think you should give up i don’t think she’s gonna tell you to stay

omg like a dog

stay

i wish someone would tell me to stay

“stay 😡”

ok bae i’ll stay

am i ur good boy?

tell me i am

look at me

i stayed here

waiting for you

tell me i’m your good boy tell me please

hobi: bro

tae: sorry got lost in the source

namjoon: you mean the sauce?

tae: yesss mayo!!

@y/n tell me to say

y/n: absolutely not

i can tell you to kys tho

tae: Keep Yourself here and Stay

a win for kim taehyung

y/n: kill yourself

tae: no

heheheh

i’m a bad boy tonight

what you gonna do about it 😝

jimin: oh my god stop talking

tae: she wants me

y/n: she has a boyfriend

tae: never even seen that man in the same room as you

u sure you not making this relationship up

y/n: do i need to send you a fucking sex tape to prove it

tae: i mean…..

if you want lol

y/n: ur gross

tae: you’ve kissed me

y/n: top ten worst moments of my life

tae: WOAHHHHHHH

UMMM

OK NOW YOU’VE CROSSED A LINE

namjoon: enough

both of you

y/n: taes a shit kisser

tae: NO I AM NOT

NAMJOON TELL HER IM

NOT OHMYGOD HOW DARE SHE

namjoon: wydm tell her?

ur acting like i’ve kissed you to know

tae: i’ll kiss you

namjoon: i’m going to block you

tae: I AM NOT A SHIT KISSER

jimin: tae can’t kiss tae can’t kiss

tae: STOP I CAN

hobi: that’s really sad actually

jk: can someone do me a favour

yoongi: no

namjoon: what’s the favour?

yoongi: it’s gonna be something stupid

jk: joon can you buy me a house??

yoongi: shocker!!

tae: guys i’m a great kisser ask all the girls i’ve kissed

jimin: girls?

the only other girl you’ve kissed is jennie

tae: THATS NOT TRUE I NEVER KISSED THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE

hobi: she didn’t let you kiss her even tho you flew all the way to paris for her??

that’s crazy

jin: maybe she was waiting for marriage

y/n: maybe she was waiting for the police

namjoon: i am not buying you a house are you out of ur mind??

jk: but how i’m i supposed to move out?

namjoon: buy ur own house?

tae: why would she be waiting for the police??????

jin: being seen with you is a crime in itself

don’t even get me started of being seen publicly HOLDING HANDS with you

hobi: right yikes

jimin: what’s the french police number?

y/n: fuck knows

jin: baguette snail croisant

jimin: those are not numbers

hobi: isn’t that racist?

jin: to who?

hobi: the french??

jin: you can be racist to the french???????

hobi: i think idk???

jin: shit you better lock me up then

been oui oui baguette eiffel tower bonejawing my whole life

y/n: bonejaw??????????

tae: jin ur like a mega racist…

hobi: do you like trump be honest

jin: tf is trump

jk: namjoon pls oh pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

yoongi: can you guys not have 2 conversations at once thanks

tae: just say you can’t keep up

yoongi: just kill yourself

tae: WOAH

namjoon get him!!!!

namjoon: am i a dog??

why do i have to always get someone

i think you guys need to learn how to fight ur own battles

tae: dog

“stay😡😡😡😡”

w-what’s happening to me 😰😭

🧍🏻‍♂️… 🧎🏻‍♂️…. 🐕

arf? 🥺

*head tilt*

jimin: this is why women avoid you

tae: take a leaf out of my book bro

jimin: would genuinely rather die

hobi: /gen /srs

yoongi: /kys

jin: wait so jungkooks moving out but doesn’t have a home to move into

jk: i can always move in with yoongi

yoongi: LOL

jk: or jimin

jimin: wow the weather is great today guys 😆

jk: hobi will have me

hobi: no!

jk: jin joon??

namjoon: give up

jin: are you silly

tae: i could

jk: no thank you ❤️

tae: wtf

y/n: LMAO

tae: what’s wrong with living with me???

jk: u scare me a lot i’m sorry

tae: fucking bitch

jimin: what if y/n moved in with jaehyun then you have the house to urself?

jk: ARE YOU SILLY???

WHY WOULD I WANT THAT

IMG THE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME WANT YO THROW UP

NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN

jimin: woah ok don’t shoot me in the head tf??

thought you wanted this independent life

y/n: i mean i can if that’s what u really want kook

jk: KOOK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE

my knees just gave out >.<

WAIT NO DONT MOVE IN WITH HIM YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY NO DONT DO THAT

jin: u make me wanna throw up

jk: i love living with you!!! i’m sorry i’m not gonna move out so please don’t move out either living with you has been and IS the best thing that’s ever happened to me please don’t go

hobi: that’s a shinee song

jimin: didn’t she fuck a shinee member LMAO 💀

namjoon: jimin

jimin: sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

tae: so you can fight her battles for her but fighting mine is an issue????

ok sexism IS real females were onto something with this one

y/n: females??

yoongi: they way you dig urself deeper and deeper into unlikeability is truly insane

tae: my fault feminist yoongi here to get my ass 💀💀💀💀

NO IM SORRY I DIDNt MEAN THAT LMAOO

PLS DONT HURT ME

IDK WHY I SAID THAT

THE DEMONS TOOK OVER FOR A SEC

NO JOKE BLACKED OUT

DONT EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT

NAMJOON TELL HIM IT WAS A MISTAKE

JOON

KIM NAMJOON TELL HIM TELL HIM

hobi: tell me tell me tttttell me

yoongi: i’m gonna shoot him

namjoon: understandable

hobi: it’s the love shot

jk: i’m not moving out guys

jin: no shit

y/n: hobi answer my ft >_<

hobi: give me one sec my love!!!!!!!!!!

jimin: woah???

jin: uhhhhhhhh

tae: group ft ❤️!!

y/n: kys!!

tae: why do girls not fuck with the nice guys anymore

hobi blew up a school once

hobi: ??

tae: get off the phone so my gf can call ME

yoongi: i beg you to shut the fuck up

tae: beggar

jimin: that coming from you is actually insane tae!

tae: what

namjoon: so whose hosting games night this week

yoongi: not me

jin: i did it last time

jimin: my place is real messy

hobi: don’t wanna :/

tae: i refuse in protest of tae respect and love in this gc

y/n: me and jk can

since he’s not moving out and all

jk: 😁!!

namjoon: cool

everyone ok with that?

jin: yup

jimin: ok

yoongi: yes

tae: whatever lol

hobi: y/n why don’t you invite jaehyun??

so we can all properly meet him

you’ve met his members right??

he should meet yours no?

yoongi: ?????

tae: ARE YOU SILLY

jin: ur so wrong for that

y/n: ahhhh idk

i mean i have met his members

and i really do want you guys to properly meet him as well…

jimin: somethings going on

jk: haha yeah lol i mean i’ve met him already

he was my friend lol haha not that it matters but that’s ok

did i say was ?? i meant is lol sorry i wouldn’t stop being his friend just cuz he’s dating you that would be silly

but yeah but if you want him to come that’s cool

but he really really really doesn’t need to haha

namjoon: y/n bring your boyfriend

y/n: are you sure???

tae: NO??£:£:££:

jin: yes!!! #drama

jimin: ofc

yoongi: whatever

jk: hahah lol hahah

y/n: ok

hobi: great ☺️!!!

cant wait

jimin: i bet

hobi: ??

jimin: nothing

hobi: y/n answer :p

y/n: okokokokokokokokok

jimin: i’m gonna do some deep diving i’ll talk to you all later

(unfortunately)

(and by force not cuz i like you)

(the talking to you later part not the diving part)

bye

jk: woah didn’t know jimin was a diver

yoongi: ur stupid

@y/n reply to my message

bye

jin: wow guys i’m really exited for games night

gotta stock up on the alcohol

so i guess i’m going too

bye 👋🏻

tae: good i’m going as well

i’ve got to go and punch a wall

jungkook come over

this is srs business

jk: okay ^_^

getting in my car

speak to you all later 💓

hobi: y/n told me to tell you all bye

so bye from her and bye from me

😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼

namjoon: woah

did we

did we just end a conversation normally….

oh my god

wow

guys wow omg

this is the first time this has happened

wow

i’m in shock

this is such a big step for us

i’m so proud

wow

what do i even say rn

….

yoongi: how about goodbye

blowing up my phone for no reason

namjoon: no ur right i’m sorry

goodbye guys

have a good day???

yeah

um wow

yeah have a good day guys i mean it

i honestly and truly mean it

wow

yeah and

yoongi removed namjoon from “BFFS 😁💜”

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hobi sus

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hanafubukki · 8 months

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Hi ! Here cottage life with Lilia and the Knight of Dawn as Silver mom in the past Anon (I think I will need to find myself an smiley-)

First, thank you ! I'm happy this idea please you and other people 😊

But yes this OT3 is so so cute- My brain run free for it since then.

The relationship those three have...it's just melting my heart 🥹 The perfect trio. Lilia is a bit jalous that the first baby isn't from him -bat boi have his pride- but he just love Silver so much it doesn't matter much 🥺 Little funny fact about Lilia/Knight bromance: before Silver birth, him and the Knight (need to find a proper surname for him-) had a discussion. Like they didn't know who was the father between them, they had a unique way to deal with it: after the baby birth- when who is the father will be more clear- the guy that isn't the bio dad would name the baby. So no one would felt left away from the family.

Lilia blessed the baby at birth, and like in Chapter 5, the baby hair turned white. So Silver's name was back like that 😂

So much things about them...like, rumors runs fast thanks to the forest fairies. But the little family -except when Lilia is called to the castle- don't go often outside to not scare any fairy. So...one day, a toddler Silver ran away to the famous "Castle" were "Dada Lilia" was kept against his will by "This cruel brat of a Princess who want him to "babysit" (Something really cruel and scary from Dada Lilia word-). So Meleanor first encounter with Lilia rumored "son" was this child -monkey- pleading her to -politely- give his Dada Lilia back.

And this is only some funny story 😭 The guilt our time traveler could felt is also interresting. Silver was born and will grow up way before what he was supposed to do. Did this child is -will be- even the same Silver she knew ? And he will never met Sebek in this life. Will this child will be ressentful ? What kind of right does she have to change history -fate- like that ? What will happen if she dissapear, like she came- and go back to her time ? What will happen to her new found family, her husbands, her child ?

But a single giggle of her lovely silver haired baby is enough to make her worries dissapear in a smile. How scary it is, to be so happy at the point you fear the day it will be end.

(References: Fanfic, Ask 1, Ask 2)

Hello Cottage Life Anonie 🌻🌺💚

I’m labeling you Cottage Life Anonie until you find a emoji or nickname you prefer ☺️🌺 please feel free to choose whichever that makes you comfortable and happy.

Anonie you have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my inbox, I was already kicking my feet in excitement ☺️🌺

Hehehe my evil plan of getting more people to like this OT3 is working 😈🙌 lolol I’m really happy that you and others like it. It makes me happy and I’m glad I can share these thoughts with others who like it too.

A knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge pairing has so much potential and routes that I’m just thrilled at all the possibilities 💞💞

Lilia being jealous of the first child not being his is adorable. I can just see him make that face that says he’s pouting but denying it 😂 but he adores Silver so much and he’s also your child, so how could he no love him? Baby Silver with his glittering eyes and you just being so loving with him is perfect.

I adore that agreement Knight and Lilia had about naming the child. It’s so sweet and smart! And another way to include the mutual partner! No one is left out and everyone is loved 🥹 it’s so sweet!! (We need a name for Dawny, I hope we get one for him in twst 🙏)

Oh oh Anonie! Now that you mention the hair color change, some theorize (because of the sprite) that the upper layers of Knight’s hair is blond and the bottom layers are silver!! So if that’s the case, Lilia just turned Silver’s hair fully silver which is also what Dawny has on his lower tresses so this bromance keeps getting sweeter and the connection is still there 🥹

Absjsjshs tiny Baby Silver just toddling away to the castle to save his Dada Lilia like a true knight in shining armor!!! That’s so freaking adorable 🥹💞😭 I can imagine that the little fairies that love Silver and love mischief helped teleport him to the castle where he meets Meleanor and Lilia. You have this sweet child asking so nicely and the Queen’s heart just melts (she also adores his bravery). Meleanor then tries to smite Lilia because of the “bratty” comments 🤣🤣

Now I can imagine Meleanor require a weekly dinner with everyone, she can see Baby Silver, and if malleus is hatched, he can have a playmate. She can also meet the Knight and the Reader (not on the battlefield for once). It’s awkward at first but nothing that time and Silver’s bubbly laughter can’t fix 🥹💞

There’s so many angst potentials! Ahhhh the guilt of the time traveler wife. Silver not growing up with Sebek, not living in the same timeline ( would his friend be mama zigvolt in this case? 🤔).

Would wife tell the husbands about her situation? What happened in her timeline? I feel like if they knew they would understand, and their hearts would ache from the sacrifices she made to have them be happy. 🥹😭

I want to focus a little bit on the if she ever went back to the present, well, this new present that’s the same yet so different. I feel like if YN did go back she would at first be devastated once she realizes she’s back and what she lost. But but but, we have powerful fairies on our side. 👏🙌

I believe in this case, with the help of Meleanor and Lilia (maybe even Levan? He’s smart so he might know more about it). They would put both Silver and The Knight of Dawn to sleep until they are reunited with YN 🥹💚

So, this would solve a few problems actually! Sebek would be in the picture again, and we have Malleus and his parents, and of course, we have Lilia too.

Lilia could be waiting for YN at the spot she said she was teleported from the first time and they could have their reunion before waking the other two. 🥹💞💞 The reunion would be so sweet between the four. Lilia was waiting but at least he had his sister and baby malleus and the rest of his family and friends while he waited. He can go to that cottage and relive memories and remind himself of his loves.

The way this OT3 AU has a grip on me 😭💞💚

Anonie, Anonie, I am shaking you.

“How scary it is, to be so happy at the point you fear the day it will be end.” This line!! This line!! Oh my heart. 😭💞💞

Thank you for sending this in Anonie 💚🌺, ahhh I’m enjoying this so much and my mind is whirling with so many possibilities. You’re my partner in crime now ☺️🌺

#answered #anonie ask #🌺cottage life anonie🌺#twst knight of dawn x reader #twst knight of dawn #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge #🌷gifts🌷#twst silver #meleanor draconia

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bimoonphases · 2 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 1 – prompt 1: Aparecium – word count 558

Aparecium - Reveals secret, written messages

It had always been like this between the two of them, since their first year at Hogwarts. When their respective birthdays approached, they wrote down what they would give the other as a gift somewhere and the birthday boy had the right to search for it everywhere he wanted. If he found the note, he could change the gift if he didn’t like it and the other had to get him that. Of course, the list had to be completed weeks before the actual birthday.

“Prongs, please, can you not do this?”

“Keep the door close Remus,” James said. “Peter’s keeping him busy with a game of chess but you know he has no patience,” he added as he meticulously went through every pillow on Sirius’s four-poster bed in search of the note.

“Why do you even need to find that note?” Remus sighed. “You two know each other so well you never got even one gift wrong since you met.”

“It’s exactly that,” James answered, now palming under the covers. “I don’t want him to get me a gift this year.”

“What?”

“Come on, Moony,” James got up from the bed before kneeling to look under it. “He turned up at my house this summer, he’s been officially part of the family since then.”

“I know,” Remus nodded, the tale of the night Sirius had showed up with only his wand and traces of an Unforgivable Curse all over him at the Potters’ still sending shivers down his spine.

“That’s my birthday gift,” James went on, now basically under the bed. “He doesn’t have to give me anything else, having him as a brother is more than enough.”

“That’s… Very sweet, Prongs.”

“Ha! Here it is!”

James remerged with a piece of parchment in his hand and Remus craned his neck from the door to look.

“It’s blank” he said.

“No one hides a blank piece of parchment, Moony,” James rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at it. “Aparecium! See? There’s a whole list! Book: just check he doesn’t own it already. It’s a bit vague but I have a lot of Quiddich manuals I guess. Chocolate. That’s more your thing than mine, Moony, but alright.”

“Uhm, James?”

“I wonder if he circled which one he decided on…” James went on. “Flowers: be careful not to accidentally get wolfsbane. He must’ve remembered my rant about why can’t boys get other boys flowers as gifts, and of course we wouldn’t want to have anything that could harm you in the dorm, Moony.”

“James…”

“Hold on, this one’s crossed out… Ring: too soon. Okay, this one doesn’t make sense, I don’t wear rings. Get his name tattooed. He’s probably already getting my surname when the paperwork goes through, he doesn’t have to get it tattooed... I mean, I know how much he loves tattoos but this one’s a bit excessive in my opinion.”

“James…”

“I’m sure he chose the last one, it’s underlined but he wrote in such a tiny handwriting… Wait in his bed naked and-“

“James!”

James looked up at Remus, noticing his friend was now a deep shade of red. He mumbled something, pointing at the list.

“What?”

“My birthday is before yours, Prongs,” Remus repeated.

James’s brain, busy wondering why on earth would he want his soon-to-be-brother naked in his bed finally clicked.

“Oh.”

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littyhoney · 11 months

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Unexpected (part 2)

(part 1) (part 2)

Earth 42! Miles x Black widow Reader

(Enemies to lovers trope)

Summary: Can two vigilante ever work together? No,But the future proves otherwise.

You and Miles are standing side by side, looking down at the 2 boys who is tied up by Miles.

“Alright, first of all who are you?” you ask tilting your head at them.

“I-im uhm M-Mateo” the one with glasses says,then the other one speaks “I’m Louis..”

Miles roll his eyes before saying “Surname? So we can file some missing kids” he glares at the two boys who looks like they about to damp their own pants.

“M-Morales” “Morales” the two boys says in the same time, your eyes widened as you look to your side, to see Miles is frowning and confuse. Your head is panicking, Mateo called you ma like few minutes ago and Louis just called Miles…no way.

Miles looking at the two, how in the world they have the same exact surname as he is. They did called him dad before. The other one even called you Ma when he saw your face…he turn his to look at you and chuckle slightly. “Damn mami you can just admit it now”

Your eyes widened before you start to scold him “Admit what!? that you’re such an ass? I told you that every single day” you glare at Miles. You cant help but your face flushes as you piece another pieces of puzzle together “W-wait you two just called us mom and this little ass dad does that mean…we” you press both of your palm covering your face “Oh my god..”

“Whoa okay ma we do not talk about that please ma” Alejandro begs turning his head away feeling just as embarrassed as you are. Miles on the other hand is feeling smug at this information “Believe me mami once you give me a chance I will not disappoint you” he teases you.

“Okay you need to shut it before I-” Miles cut you off smirking at you as he tilt hos head to you letting his braid fall over his shoulder “Before you what?”. You just stand there with an angry expression at him, but your red cheeks says otherwise.

Mateo look at his parents who are in their teens, it is weird to see them being so mean to one another. His mom would not stop calling their dad profanity names while his dad would not stop flirting and teasing their mom. Mateo lean to his twin saying "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age?"

Alejandro just chuckle before leaning back and says “They did say when they were younger they are competing one another” oh right, they are both the vigilante of Brooklyn. Alejandro back to the two bickering young soon to be couple “Hey we would appreciate it if you untie us?”

The two stops and you walk near to them “Right yeah sorry about tying you guys up” you reach down to untie the knot “He though you guys are carrying weapons or somethin” Alejandro shrug at the statement “Fair”

“So uhh is it true that uh wherever you come from that me and ‘him’ end up together?” you ask the two boys,you seem uncomfortable by the idea marrying that boy in the future but deep in you feels giddy to know that you do have a chance to have a happy life a happy family, maybe just maybe you gonna give him a chance.

Mateo face lights up at you before saying “Yeah! I mean,we are your children after all. Oh! Wait I can show you” he reach for his pocket pulling out his phone. He opens the phone then open up the gallery he shows you a picture that makes you stun.

“That’s you favorite photo, I took it when we were celebrating your 10th year anniversary together” Mateo smiles remembering how much their dad plan for their anniversary,he even recreate their proposal.

You on the other hand is taking in how much happier yourself look in the picture,no eye bags under your eyes after some sleepless night, your hair is longer and even though you reached 30 you look so…beautiful. Your eyes shift to the other person who wraps his arms around your waist giving a kiss to your temple with a close eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He is wearing a black tux while you’re wearing a beautiful classy dress,you wrap one of your arm around his neck while the other is on his bicep showing your wedding ring. You can’t deny that Miles aged like a fine wine, he’s looking much more handsome and his hair is much shorter.

“Huh you still have that pic?” Alejandro says as he look over his brother shoulder. He remembers how much of a fuss his dad when they were planning on the anniversary.

Miles is leaning over to look at the picture, his eyes focus on you. Well an older version of you. The tenderness in your eyes as you look at the camera showing your slightly reddened cheeks and your hair framing over you just perfectly. You facial doesn’t change as much but you look much more mature, they say woman fully blossom at the age of 30 and you did. He can’t believe that he is happy…out there living a life he once dream of. To go to prom, college and maybe date but his duty being the Prowler takes away most of that. He only focus on keeping his mom safe…being the man of the house after…

The peaceful moment gets interrupt when the same portal that is opened half an hour ago but this time its from the wall behind the couch. You and Mateo spring up from the couch while Alejandro and Miles come to stand beside you two. The portal is sucking in but much more gentler this time,like it is more controlled.

“Well I guess this is it then!” Alejandro says as he looks at the 2 of his much younger parents, “It’s nice to see you guys! Really! Not everyday you could meet a younger version of your parents” Alejandro says as he turn to look at the two. “Cmon Mat we gotta go!” he starts to pull the arm of his younger twin

“Bye ma!” He waves before jumping into the portal making it disappear.

After that, you and Miles just sit outside of the lair sitting by the edge of the rooftop. Looking at the vast city, waiting for the sunrise. The silence is broken by Miles when he asked “Do you envy them..”

You glance to your side before looking back at the city “Of the boys?” Miles shake his head “No…of other us” you frown slightly before looking at him again “No,im more of…happy for them. At least I know the other me is living her best life,living the dream” you lean back on your hand smiling slightly.

“I envy myself…he got everything,a perfect family,a perfect partner and a normal life” he says as he pull one of his leg up letting the other dangle by the edge. “By the look in the pics,the city there seems more…safer” You chuckle “No doubt it be ourselves work keeping it safe…maybe,we can make it come true here” you say softly looking at him.

Miles look at you “But our methods are different…I kill for money, you defend for justice” you nod your head “That is true…but we can work on it,you do the killing and I do the tracking but,we will see if that person is worth killing or not. What do you think?” you tilt your head

“Right, if my bounty is one of the person you’re tailing for information il give you time before I finish the contract. Deal?” You chuckle and nod in agreement, “I guess we better start tonight then, partner”

(Somewhere in different Dimension)

“Aaah!” “Ow!” Both Mateo and Louis stumble out of the portal making them lay on their back on the ground

Louis open his eyes before looking up at the silhouette, his eyes focus on the brightness of the room to reveal their parents, His mom standing by him with her hand on her waist while his mom is standing by Mateo with his arm cross over his chest.

“Hey ma..” “Heyyy dad”

“You two are grounded!”

“5 Months!”

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juno-of-wonderland · 27 days

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Monster au: Lord of Thorns route ending 2 (part 2)

You opened your eyes, a light wooden ceiling welcomed you willingly, you stretched your arm and took a wet towel from your forehead. “Nah, nah, you have a fever and I just changed this” a short man arrived at your side, his big smile showing his fangs prominently “I'm Lilia, dad or something like that from the boys” he placed his hand on his chest proudly. “Boys?” You whispered “The first one you ever met on the roof and” he gently took the towel from your hand and placed it in a bowl next to the bed “the others saved you from the hunters” he folded it and placed it on your forehead “Silver and Sebek” “Oh, thank you” you offered him a weak smile to which he responded with a gentle smile. “Get better quickly, he left you a letter, but he said I could only deliver it when you got better” Lilia said “…letter?…Did Tetsunotaro leave me a letter?” The room exploded in noise with Lilia's loud laughter, the vampire even held his stomach and wiped away tears from laughing so hard, this surprised you. “That- that’s the nickname you gave him? Didn’t he give you his name?” Lilia asked amusedly. “No…I heard the hunter calling it Draconia, but…that sounds like a surname” Lilia nodded. The days passed, Lilia took care of you, even after the fever disappeared, you remained in his cabin, sometimes Silver and Sebek came, Silver to check on you and Sebek on behalf of Waka-sama. When you felt ready to read the letter Lilia gave you, you held the envelope carefully, staring at the elaborate seal before opening it.

Dear (y/n),

I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to express my deep sadness over the recent incident in which you were injured. I was very concerned to hear what happened and I want you to know that I am sorry for any pain or discomfort you may have experienced.

Reflecting on the incident, I realize that I could have taken additional steps to ensure your safety and well-being, and for that I want to sincerely apologize. It is important to me that you know that your health and safety are my priorities, and I will do everything I can to prevent something like this from happening again in the future.

Furthermore, I would like to take this opportunity to express a wish that I have been considering for some time. I have reflected on our friendship and the mutual support we have shared over the years, and I realize how meaningful your presence is to me. I was wondering if you would consider the possibility of us sharing a living space. I believe this would not only strengthen our friendship, but also allow us to create precious memories together and offer each other support in our daily lives.

I understand that this is an important decision and that it may take time to fully consider it. Please know that I will respect whatever choice you make and that our friendship is what I value most, regardless of the circumstances.

Once again, I apologize for what happened and I hope we can find a solution that is satisfactory to both of us. I am available to discuss any aspect of this letter or to discuss any other questions you may have.

Best regards,

Tetsunotaro

What scared you most on this occasion? The ease of your mental yes. The three escorted you to the thorn forest, the darkened sky and fog gave you chills. At a certain moment, the immense ancient and dark castle stretched to the sky and in front of it its owner, he hugged you, you felt his fear of hurting you and at the same time the need for it, and you also heard complaints from Sebek. “When you are in danger, just say my name and I will save you” Tetsunotaro whispered in your ear. “I don’t know your name” “Malleus, Malleus Draconia”

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the-monkey-ruler · 5 months

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You said that demons do not have communities or clans according to the ancient literature of Chinese mythology, however, in Journey to the West, they have caves, children, sworn brothers and adopted family and subjects that I believe you mentioned obeyed the king for protection and survival. Wouldn't that be something to do as a community or groups? they would be quite large groups. or would this just be called groups? However, I understood it that way, so sorry if that's not the case.

My other question is, I see that it is repeated a lot that "minions" serve the demon kings, so are Minions like other lower-ranking demons and they should not necessarily be the same species as the demon king? (Like, in the first chapters, I see that two demons put themselves at the service of Wukong and it is implied that they were not monkeys)

You said that demons do not have communities or clans according to the ancient literature of Chinese mythology,

You must have misread what I say because I said that clans were "rarely" the case, not that they didn't exist. Please be aware of that.

however, in Journey to the West, they have caves, children, sworn brothers and adopted family and subjects that I believe you mentioned obeyed the king for protection and survival.

Well, you answered yourself in that question. I have always taken it that clans are imminent family or biological relatives, with leeway to adopt kids, but otherwise, sworn brothers and kingdoms are not counted. You can be sworn brothers but of different clans, like Wukong has his family the Sun Clan but none of his sworn brothers or their kingdoms were a part of that. And that you can have kingdoms but they can not your clan as kingdom are more minions following a demon king as their boss rather than a family.

Anyway, demon clans are rarely the case because there are few demons that either marry or have children. We see this a few times but in comparison to the many other demons that is what makes it very small. The smallest 'clan' that I wouldn't consider a clan with White Deer and his adopted daughter White Faced Fox. I would say that maybe the Bull King, Iron Fan, Jade Face, and Red Boy could be considered a clan. The Spider Sisters 'adopted' bugs as their sons of fear of death so take that as you will. And the Nine-Headed Lion adopted 7 lions of his own to be considered family. The only one that has a real clan title though is Wukong as he gave his entire kingdom the honor of being his grandkids and calling themselves by his surname. You will see that with most kingdoms, Kings don't just adopt all their subjects and give them their surnames.

Wouldn't that be something to do as a community or groups? they would be quite large groups. or would this just be called groups? However, I understood it that way, so sorry if that's not the case.

Also I wouldn't consider the kingdoms in Xiyouji are communities as I considered them military strongholds instead. While kingdoms do have multiple assets such as housing, food, and health, I think that communities would also cater to education, child care, and an economy. Demons rarely make their own goods, there are no farmer demons, no craftsmen demons, no demons that made raw materials or items, all they have the take from human villages. Demons have to pillage and plunder because they cannot make things for themselves because they just don't have the resources or well-established community to do so. Demon Kingdoms are more glorified palaces with the royals and the servants organized in a military personal. They are made for the purpose of the Demon King in question and yes they are a group of demons together but they only thrive under their King when they work for them. They are not given education or opportunities to learn arts as members of a 'community' but rather should be more regarded as 'hired help' that are there for their own needs as well to work under the 'company'.

Demons don't work under kings to have a place to settle down or raise a family, they are there to work under their King and fulfill their duties. Demon Kingdoms provide shelter, food, and protection but only if the minions agree to work for their keep. I wouldn't consider this a clan as they are not a family, and I wouldn't consider this a community as it runs more as a military. While you can consider that a community of some kind I personally think of a community being more well-rounded than that.

What I was trying to say with that there are few communities is that you rarely see demon towns or demon neighborhoods. We never see demons that are part of a community that isn't military-oriented or serving under their King. We never see demon civilians or demon villagers. And the only time we do see demons that are not in militaries/kingdoms is when they are loners and trying to cultivate their qi more by eating humans. Demon can certainly have connections and friends but when it comes to complex civilization compared to humans or the heavens, then it is certainly lacking.

And yes the minions that serve demons kinds are to be considered low ranking and often if is the case they are different spices. As said before demons have to cultivate individually so it is rare if demons are of the same family. We see this often in Xiyouji if you see what kind of animals the servants are when Wukong kills them. Sly Devil, Wily Worm, Hill-Pawing Tiger, and Sea-Lolling Dragon all work under Silver Horn and Golden Horn but they are considered a bird, bug, tiger, and reptile if we trust their namesakes. Benbo'erba and Babo'erben are a sheatfish and a black fish working under the Wansheng Dragon King. Shifty-and-Freaky and Freaky-and-Shifty are both wovles under the Grand Lion Saint of Nine Spirits. Spring Grace is a fox working under Great King Jupiter's Rival. All of them are different species for the most part and all are much weaker than their King.

Wukong is a special case in that MOST if not all of his subjects are his monkeys whether that being macaques, gibbons, or horse monkeys. The only exceptions are two one-horned demons that gave Wukong the idea of his "great sage" title. But even then Wukong didn't care when they got captured as he didn't consider them his 'kind'. They were not his clan.

The tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, badgers, foxes, and many more were captured but not a single monkey. Wukong adopted his monkey and thus made his clan being only his monkeys, but to anyone else under his kingdom or under his sworn brothers, they are more like hired help.

Kingdoms can provide a lot and even provide a common-minded group with a common goal but they shouldn't be mistaken for a family clan nor should they forget that there is a hierarchy that must be followed where the King is the top priority and not its inhabitants.

If I had to make like a list of most close-knit to most military it would be.

Clans/Family/Adopted - fairly rare and very small (excluding Wukong)

Communities/Villages - nearly non-existent

Sworn Brothers - rare but mostly made mostly for the sake of military connections.

Kingdoms/Military - Most common

If you have the time then I would suggest to anyone to please watch 小妖怪的夏天 from 中国奇谭. This shows Tang Sanzang's journey from the perspective of a minor demon and what it is like being under a demon king. AND I THINK IT IS PERFECT. Great animation and voice acting but also what is is like being a weak demon compared to demon generals or even a demon king... AND THEN COMPARED TO SUN WUKONG. It does a great job showing the power structure of demon kingdoms and I think that is captures how kingdoms are meant to be more military-focused and job oriented than anything family or community-centered. Personally, I think this is a close-perfect interpretation but this is just an interpretation and people can have different idea of how kingdom hierarchies are seen. And even shows how Yaogaui react to Sun Wukong, a yaoguai like them being seen as a hero.

youtube

Please give this a watch even if you just wanna see a SECOND of Sun Wukong in the end. (Also please watch after the credits if you don't wanna be sad I promise it has a happy ending.)

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takeachillpillshawty · 11 months

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British Riddle this, British Riddle that.

Have you all considered Cockney Accent Trey?!

Here. Me. OUT.

I feel like Trey would have a Cockney accent, but he toned it down a bit when talking to other people outside of Queendom of Roses.

I can just imagine during a unhappy birthday party Trey is just running his mouth off, Riddle nodding and agreeing with him. Ace and Duece adding their tid bits in and Cater has no fucking Idea what either of them are saying, especially Trey. Ace can understand him clearly, either is dad or older brother has a Cockney accent same thing with Duece. ( I think ace would have a Cockney accent, but not as thick as Trey's he probably learned it from his dad or Brother. It's not thick but you could hear it in his voice.)

I don't know if Savannah claw boys would have accents.... Maybe Leona or Ruggie...

Bronx or transatlantic Floyd. Please, I can't be the only one. I can HEAR IT in his dialogue. Oh and Italian accent Azul, and I know I get it. Azul the mob boss of his dorm having an Italian accent?

I pick accents for some characters based of four things, if it's a character with animal features( merfolk, beastmen), a character based of a mythological creature ( faes) or where the Disney movie they were based off takes place, and finally by their names.

And seeing that it's confirmed by Disney that the little mermaid took place in Italy or near a location of Italy.. I think it would kinda fit Azul.

And I think the last dorms are dead give aways the last two are if you know your mythology.

Let's knock this one away completely, we all know. Everyone knows that Kalim and Jamil are Arabic, from the way they are named to the culture. ( and I believe that the scalding sands may follow their own version of the casting system... Based on in game dialogue.) Do I believe that they would have Arabic accents? I could hear it especially with Jamil.

Now for the Pomefiore boys. We already know Rook is French and Epel has a southern country accent.

But Vil is German. Are you going to look him dead in his attractive face and think he ISN'T German?! Look at his last name! I'm pretty sure you won't find some random Joe with the last name Schoenhiet and not think he is German. And a fun detail that Jamil and Vil have is that in their respective language their names mean "beautiful". Jamil means beautiful in Arabic and Schoenhiet means beautiful in German.

It would be very cool to hear Vil speak with a slight German accent when the English dub releases.

Now onto my boys.

It's a dead give away as well with this one, they're Greek. Idia is based of Hades from the Disney movie. And ortho....Ortho is just here for the vibes.... I haven't played book 6, and maybe they make a reference to a Greek mythology.... Who knows.

And finally... The last ones.... Diasomnia.

Now I had to do a bit of research on this.....and had two options, German or French. And like one of the points I brought up is looking at the characters names and location. The two characters were Lilia and Sebek (fun fact Sebek, is an alternate form of Sobek an Egyptian crocodile-headed god.)

While digging into their names I found out that in lilia's name the "Van" in his name is German, more commonly used for royalty. It fits him being affiliated with the Royal family in Briar Valley. And for Sebek, well instead Sebek I had to work with Sobek a surname name used in what? German. And so we know that Briar Valley is most likely the Twst equivalent to Germany...or something ( take with a grain of salt)

And the one nail to finish this coffin.... Fae, the species they were based off, is tied to many folklore some being French....and German. And with all that points I made, I have to give this ones to the German side. And I think hearing Sebek shout " WAKA-SAMA!" in a thick German accent is scary and hilarious.

( and please be reminded that most of these are some headcannons I made about some of the characters due to the culture behind their characters. Some of this information is no way cannon to the story of Twst, and If the English dub comes out and the characters don't sound like what they are headcannoned to be don't harass the voice actors. )

Thank you for reading!

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gumnut-logic · 2 months

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Thunderdragons

I had a request for a glossary for this AU. So here you go. Back story spoilers ahead.

Please note that I am not a historian or linguist. This is fantasy, definitions are approximate, and I should be apologising to probably all the people in the North Atlantic – aka the Great Western Sea, because it wasn’t called the Atlantic in 700AD.

For reference, Viking raids didn’t start until around 790AD.

‘Tracy’ is a surname that can be traced back to several origins, but the one I chose for this was Irish. One of the old forms is ‘O’Treasaigh’, so that is the name of the clan and where the family originated from.

I set them up as a small kingdom ruled by a Flaithri (king in Old Irish) somewhere in Ériu (Ireland in Old Irish). Grandpa Tracy was Flaithri and Grandma Tracy was his wife (didn’t look up Queen in Old Irish as I haven’t needed it yet). Jeff Tracy, as their son, was Flaith (Prince) – later once Grandpa Tracy had died, Jeff became Flaithri and Scott Flaith, and so on. By the fic Cethair, Scott has become Flaithri, much to his dislike and grief.

The Irish people do not have dragons, but Jeff being Jeff, he explores, makes trade agreements and keeps eyeing the Great Western Sea (aka Moon or Mars like exploration equivalent – no one had crossed the Great Western Sea, that we know of, in 700AD).

Eventually, he convinces his father to let him take a voyage of exploration across the Western Sea, which he does, with not great results, Óen saves him and things happen. Essentially, he does cross the Western Sea, just not the way he expected and finds a people who do have dragons. He marries in North America (not called that), and has three sons.

Gaat happens and the family decide to return to Ériu. The Flaithri welcomes them with open arms, and eventually the dragons.

Two more boys are born and everything is going nicely.

Until Gaat makes it across the sea, attacks and kills the Flaithri and Jeff’s wife before the rest of the family can uproot and flee. This makes Jeff Flaithri and Scott, Flaith.

I will drop the spoilers there :D

The rest of the old Irish.

Máthair Chriona – Grandmother/Wise woman (aka Grandma Tracy)

The Dragons (again with the Old Irish)

Óen – One

Dá – Two

Tri – Three (Alan doesn’t have a dragon yet, that’s a separate story)

Cethair – Four

Cóic – Five

One and Two can be found in the How to Train Your Dragon fandom. Three and Five, I’m inventing myself. Four, I haven’t decided yet, but likely inventing myself.

I think that is all the Old Irish so far. I have a few notes regarding a few other words but didn’t end up using them.

Regarding the people in North America, I did do quite a bit of research into the Algonquian language people of the North East Atlantic and did assign appropriate names, but I felt it created more confusion and I desperately don’t want to offend any First Nations peeps (at least with the Irish, I’m only messing up my own heritage…well, a small part of it), so left them out. It should be noted that Belah Gaat, Tanusha, Kyrano, etc are all Malay or Indian derived names, so I’m sweeping that under the rug.

For funsies, it should be noted that Jefferson Tracy is Mac Séafraidh O’Treasaigh in Old Irish. That just hurts, so I’m keeping him Jeff :D

Apologies for any confusion. I hope this clears this up. And as you can see there is one hell of an iceberg behind this fic series. A lot of work. Hence there will likely be Sweetapple Slices and Virgil whump in between so I can take a break :D

Anyway, I hope this helps. Any questions, please give me a yell.

Nutty

(the librarian)

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, subjugation, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans, predatory behavior, gender politics

Summary: Bucky is not pleased when he finds out that his parents tricked him and he's being forced to stay at the school.

Author's Note: *reformatted with a few age and plot changes to adhere to Tumblr's ToS*

(Wait! I haven't read Part 1 Part 2 yet!)

Part 3 - A Pedagogy Steeped in Tradition, cont'd

Previously: “How long until you whip him into shape?” Ransom asks as they return back to Steve’s office. They’ve just walked in the room, and James is turning around to look at them as they come through the door.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Steve hems, catching the boy’s gaze and giving him a warm look. “I bet you he’ll be a new James by spring break.”

James’ eyes narrow. “Bucky,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Bucky,” he repeats peevishly. “Nobody calls me James except my grandparents.”

Steve nods, ignoring the boy’s tone. “Nice to meet you then, Bucky. I take it Sharon had to leave?” Bucky shrugs in lieu of an answer, and Steve allows the attitude to go unchecked only because the boy’s parents are still present. “Sharon is a wonderful Handler,” he tells him instead. “I’m sure the two of you will get along famously.”

Bucky glowers at him.

Steve catches the eye of the security officer. “Mr. Rumlow, you can take up your post in the hall. Thank you for waiting with him.”

“Sir.” Brock nods and heads out.

“Oh, Bucky, just wait until you see this place, it’s so neat! It’s got such history.” Winnifred gushes about it to her son, trying to get him excited, telling him about all the different things they saw on their tour of Cragside. She calls it a “castle,” which draws a bit of a laugh from Steve.

“Hardly, Mrs. Barnes,” he chuckles.

“Oh, it’s Drysdale,” she corrects. “My name.”

Steve looks over to Bucky. “Oh. But I thought—”

“I’m remarried,” she explains. “Bucky is from my first marriage. He chooses to use his father’s surname.”

“Ah. I see. My apologies, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve doesn’t miss the sour expression that flits over Bucky’s face. Steve clears his throat and gestures towards the couches. “I’m just having the paperwork drawn up. It should arrive soon. Would you care to take a seat while we wait? Afternoon tea’s an entire thing over here, and it is about that time.”

“Paperwork?” Bucky says, attention sharpening on them. “What paperwork?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, little one,” Steve says, very aware of the displeasure that flits across Bucky’s face at being addressed that way.

“Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ve already decided I don’t want to go here anyway. It’s an all omegas school. Did you guys know that?” He’s asking his mother and stepfather, and Winnifred sighs while Ransom scoffs.

“It’s exactly the sort of environment you need, you little punk. Can’t be a skank here. All you can do is study. That’s what school’s for.”

“Ransom,” Winnie scolds.

“That’s the sort of thing pompous losers who can’t get laid say,” Bucky tosses back, and Steve makes a quick assumption that there is no love lost between these two.

“I’ll call for the tea,” he says, trying to stop their bickering. It works, somewhat, and the Drysdales sit across from Steve on the room’s conversation couches when the service has been delivered and set out on the coffee table between them. Steve catches Rumlow’s questioning look through the doorway as the servants are leaving, but shakes his head smally, confident that he can handle an unruly pup like Bucky all by himself, if things get testy.

Predictably, Bucky stays standing while the real adults have tea. He ignores his mother when she suggests that he have a seat, and he keeps making aggressive eye contact with Steve each time he comes over to grab another petit four off the tiered stand to eat.

“Oh Bucky, honestly,” Winnifred scolds after the fifth one. “They’re not all just for you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond to her, just shoves most of the scone in his mouth while he confronts Steve with a blunt, “I’m not even gonna apply to this place.” Steve stares him down, but Bucky doesn’t break eye contact, the little shit.

“Well,” Steve says calmly, “We’re not a university. We’re a boarding school. Our students are enrolled by their guardians. It’s more a transfer of custody than it is your traditional college application.” He watches as Bucky’s face screws up in confusion.

“What?” he says. “What are you talking about?” He turns to the couch where Winnifred and Ransom are sitting. “What’s he talking about?”

WInnifred leans forward anxiously. “Well, honey, we didn’t think you’d agree to come if we told you.”

“Told me what?” Bucky expression is rapidly darkening. He turns on Ransom with a scowl. “What is this place?”

“It’s a reform school. And you’re attending,” Ransom says.

“No. … You’re joking me right now … right? Are you shitting me?”

He shrugs. “I’ve already paid your tuition. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?! I only agreed to this stupid trip because you promised we could go see Stonehenge and some castles and shit! Not so you could imprison me at some fucking oldworld boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere! Fuck you!”

Winnifred nearly chokes on her tea. “Bucky!”

“This is a very prestigious, traditional, very expensive school, you little shit,” Ransom grits, pointing at Bucky. “Maybe they’ll actually be able to drum some manners into you, teach you how to be a proper omega. You need some good old fashioned discipline. ”

“I really don’t care what you think I need, Rancid,” Bucky snaps. “God. I should’ve known the second I saw that one guy on a leash.” He looks over at Steve with a nasty expression. “You’re one of those red pill Alphas, aren’t you? One of those incels who can’t get laid and blames all your problems on the omegas of the world and modern society and feminism and shit, right?”

“What’s with the obsession with getting laid, Mr. Barnes?” Steve drawls, completely unaffected by Bucky’s tantrum. “This is The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence. We’re a finishing school and reform facility aimed at older teens and young adults; exclusive, secure, and very well-equipped to handle whatever hissy fit you might decide to throw at us. This is a school for the rich and overindulged, but not in the ways you’re probably used to. We tame some of the most spoilt brats in Europe here. So I’d advise you to behave. Things will go much harder for you if you don’t.” Steve knows immediately from watching Bucky’s face fall that this is the first time the kid is hearing the full name of the school said out loud. He resists the urge to laugh about how clueless that makes him. The school’s emblem is printed clear as day all over the place, but Bucky has clearly missed every single sign that litters the campus. “Kids these days,” Steve simpers, staring down the boy’s rapidly darkening expression. “Noses always buried in your phones, huh?”

Bucky’s fingers grip tighter around the cellphone in his hand, glaring, and then he whips around to scowl at Ransom instead. “You,” he growls. “You tricked me!”

Ransom looks like his mind is already elsewhere—perhaps on the rest of the vacation he’s already unashamedly told Steve he plans to take without his pesky stepson in tow. “What can I say? You’re pretty easy to trick.”

“You can’t just leave me here!” Bucky squawks from around another mouthful of food, crumbs scattering to the carpet as he flings the hand that’s holding his scone. “I didn’t even know places like this were a real thing anymore! Like a fucking convent? Like some sort of fucked up juvie-meets-Hogwarts?!”

“Bucky, really,” his mother scolds, lips pursed. “You’re making a mess on Principal Rogers’ floor.”

Steve waves her off. “That’s alright, Mrs. Drysdale.” He looks at Bucky. “You’ll be surprised just how well it works, Cupcake. You’ll have no distractions from your education here.” The ‘Cupcake’ obviously goes over like a lead balloon with Bucky, if his continuing glower is anything to go by. Steve ignores the kid’s petulance and turns back to converse with the parents. “The girls’ school still operates down in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, at our original campus. A generous benefactor donated this estate, so now all of our male students attend here at Cragside.”

“Finishing school,” Bucky grumbles over to the side, still displeased. “This is bullshit.”

“Language, Mr. Barnes,” Steve corrects blithely, and keeps on with Winnifred, “My business partner, Ms. Carter, she’s to act as Headmistress there moving forward. ‘Carter Girls’ Academy’ is now its own entity and will operate independent of this institution.” He looks back to Bucky and locks eyes with him. “Sorry to disappoint you, but out here it’s just us boys, I’m afraid.”

It’s laughably obvious how Steve does not fit into any category with Bucky, let alone that of “boy,” and Steve is pleased to note a light dusting of color on the kid’s cheeks after that. Bucky goes tight-lipped once again, and Steve leaves him to his teenaged sulking as he finishes entertaining the parents and assuring them that their son will be well looked after during his time at school. The paperwork for Bucky’s admission arrives and is reviewed, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale have signed their son over to Steve’s care and are saying their goodbyes.

Winnifred pulls him into a long hug, which Bucky tolerates with limp arms. “Be good,” Steve hears her say. “And remember how generous your stepfather’s being.”

“Sixty grand a semester,” Ransom mutters on the way out, reminding Steve that money can’t buy class.

One of the school prefects is waiting out in the hall to act as escort, Brock standing directly against the opposite side of the hallway in his security guard gear. Steve catches Bucky looking at the man like he’s gauging his chances of making a run for it, but luckily the boy relents and turns away from the door with a huff. Steve sees the parents out and then finally pushes the heavy office door closed.

The room is suddenly twenty times more silent than it was before, though not much has changed other than who’s occupying it.

Without turning to look at Bucky, Steve walks leisurely over to the office’s wall of windows. He waits there for a moment, until the Drysdales appear in the courtyard below. He watches placidly as they walk to their car and get in, heading off down the drive within the next few moments. Cragside is abutted by forest on every side but one, and soon the trees block the car from view, and there’s nothing more to see. Still, Steve remains standing there, looking out the windows at the grounds and letting the silence stretch out, the tension build, as the boy behind him stares his fill. (Steve is not unaware of what he looks like from the back in a tailored suit.)

Finally, he turns around. Bucky is still standing there in the middle of the room, looking rooted to the spot. He seems apprehensive now that it’s just the two of them, some of his earlier bravado leached away. But after a moment he seems to collect himself, and he winds up jutting his jaw out again.

Steve’s mouth quirks at that lingering bit of defiance. He always has enjoyed the process of breaking in a new student. “Alright, Honey,” he says softly. “That was fun back there. But now it’s time for the two of us to get properly acquainted, don’t you think?” He beckons him closer with a finger. “Come over here and let me have a look at you.”

Bucky doesn’t move, so Steve sighs and goes to him, fitting one hand to the front of his neck when he gets there. He holds him right underneath his jaw, pushing up to make Bucky look at him. Steve’s hand looks massive against the boy’s delicate throat, and he digs in with his thumb against the glands. Bucky lets out a sweet little gasp of sensitivity that Steve absolutely relishes. “You’re nervous,” he observes. He watches the fluttering of Bucky’s eyelids at his firm touch, his deep tone. Something between fondness and yearning flares in Steve’s belly, pleasurable and aching, like pressing on an old bruise. He ignores it, instead murmuring, “You’ve never had an Alpha, have you?”

Bucky’s eyes flick up to him. “I’m not a virgin,” he sneers. “I’ve fucked alphas before.”

Steve scoffs. “That’s not what I said.” He sees Bucky’s brow furrowing, so he cuts him off with a little scruff. “I said: you’ve never had an Alpha before.” He pulls against his jaw a little harder, watching the reaction it elicits in those angry blue eyes. “Don’t play coy with me, boy. Answer the question. You haven’t, have you?”

“No,” Bucky answers tightly. “I haven’t.”

Steve nods. He relaxes his hand some. “Then that means most of this is all going to be new to you. You’ve had a liberal education, a lax upbringing. A lot’s going to be asked of you while you’re here. There’ll be a lot you don’t know. You’ll make mistakes, you’ll struggle sometimes. And that’s okay. Rome wasn’t built in a day, now was it?” He strokes softly over the boy’s fluttering pulsepoint and Voices, “I do, however, expect you to be respectful and obedient. Do you understand?”

Bucky whimpers, though Steve isn’t being unkind. In fact he’s Voiced very softly to him just now, letting the dominant tone of it creep into the words he’s saying, letting it enrich them without hardening them, so that Bucky can really start to get a taste for it. The boy’s eyelids visibly flutter and his lips part as he starts to breathe open-mouthed. Then his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he tries to get a handle on himself. It’s cute.

Steve circles the pad of his thumb over his bonding gland. “Has anyone ever Voiced to you before, baby?”

Bucky nods. “Uh huh.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Steve gently corrects. “Who?”

“Who ... huh?”

Steve chuckles. “Aw, don’t go stupid on me yet, honey. I asked you: who’s Voiced to you before?”

“Oh. Just, um, just some … some guys … n’ a girl, from school. Hey,” he frowns, “M’not stupid.”

“Hush. You get worked up too easy. Just try and stay calm for me, yeah?” A thrill travels through Steve’s body as he watches Bucky’s lips part and his face slacken. He’s so easy for it. In his slacks, Steve’s cock pulses with interest. “Oh Sweetie,” he coos. “You don’t know what Voicing is, if you think one of your little classmates did it to you.”

Under his hand, Bucky shivers. “What?” he croaks.

It’s no wonder. If all he’s ever experienced are the best attempts of a few pubertal teenagers, then a grown ass man like Steve is bound to feel like a lot. It’s like giving a shot of hard liquor to a kid who’s never drank before. The poor thing has no tolerance. Steve guides him over to the couch, where he sits and encourages Bucky to kneel with a guiding hand pressing down on his shoulder. “There you go,” he praises as Bucky’s knees hit the floor, not missing how the boy’s brow furrows adorably at the change in positioning.

“I … I don’t …” He looks insulted and confused about how he arrived there, staring down at his knees on the carpet as if they’ve just betrayed him by folding so easily.

“It’s okay,” Steve soothes. “That’s normal. I know it can be a little unsettling at first, that won’t last. You’ll learn to enjoy it, embrace it, even. And it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Ashamed of … what?” Bucky asks, swallowing thickly when Steve touches his neck again. He jerks back, the Alpha’s hand left hovering in the air between them.

Steve sighs sadly and lets his hand drop. “Submission, Sweetheart. That urge to bare your neck? Going to your knees for me just now? It’s what made that feel right.” He watches the realization bloom on Bucky’s face and the fear leak into his eyes, the way he glances back down to his own body like he’s never seen it before. Steve makes sure to be gentle with him as he says, “It’s not a bad thing to give in when you get the urge. Your body craves it. Your brain thrives on it.”

“On what?” Bucky growls nastily. “Getting into blowjob position for my principal?”

Steve forces himself not to laugh and instead raises an eyebrow that he hopes looks threatening. “Thrives on submission,” he corrects. “It’s already in you, an innate reflex, but for whatever reason you’ve trained yourself out of it. You’ll have to relearn those behaviors.”

“What behaviors,” Bucky asks, “grovelling?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Hardly. Things like humility, and subservience, thinking before you speak. Don’t worry, most of our matriculating students are out of practice at best, we know you need a lot of help. That’s why you get the staff, your teachers, me. And of course your Handler, who’s in charge of you completely.” He sees Bucky’s expression sour and sternly adds, “Completely, Bucky. When your Handler asks you to do something, it isn’t a request. If they tell you to kneel, or to sit on their lap, or even strip naked in front of them in a public space, then that’s what you do. That’s how it works here. And if you resist, you can count on punishment.” He watches as Bucky’s visage darkens, a storm of contempt gathering behind his eyes.

“Naked?” he says, scowling. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Shh,” Steve chides, trying to calm him with a pet to the head. Bucky hisses in rejection though, trying to jerk away, so Steve acts decisively. He grabs the back of his neck, scruffing him and forcing him in close. “Don’t fight, Bucky. Just calm down, rest your head down here.” Bucky grunts and pulls, but that only lasts a second before the Hold and Steve’s Voice make him go limp with a confused whimper. Steve hushes him and strokes his hair. “You’re okay … Take a deep breath ... There you go, good girl.” He waits. “… Now, I'm going to explain a few things for you. I want you to listen.”

Bucky grumbles unhappily from his spot between Steve’s legs, his cheek smooshed against the Alpha’s thigh muscle. “What punishments?” he growls.

“Hush.” Steve presses Bucky’s face against his leg and waits until he feels the next shudder of submission travel through his body. “Okay. Okay, good.” He inhales. “So, punishment. That can be lots of things. It can be spanking, or lines, or restraints at bedtime. It just depends on the situation and what your Handler feels is going to help you best in that specific situation. Often it’ll involve losing privileges of some sort; to your favorite activities or your clothing, or even bathroom privileges if you—”

“What?!”

Steve squeezes his neck again. “We can start right now if you need it,” he purrs, the threat coming through loud and clear despite his calm tone. He waits, and is pleased when Bucky offers no further bratting over the issue. “Okay, good.” He returns to petting him, fingers carding through his short, soft hair. There’s product in it, and Steve would bet money it’s blow-dried. He finds himself wanting to feel it in its natural state. “If you leave your hair alone after a shower,” he murmurs. “Does it dry curly?”

Bucky whines and squirms and completely ignores the question. “You just wanna humiliate me.”

“No, baby,” Steve tuts sadly. “That’s not it at all. I know it’ll seem that way sometimes, especially in the beginning. But this is all for you, I promise. To benefit you in the long run. To make you happy. Everything we do at this school is based on what the science has proven, okay? Evidence-based practice, that’s all. We wouldn’t use these methods if they didn’t work.”

“... what methods?” Bucky asks, voice tiny.

Steve hums and rubs behind his ear. “I’m sure a lot of it will seem old fashioned to you. It is old fashioned, or ‘traditional’ if you like. You met Sharon earlier, yes?” He waits for Bucky’s grunt of acknowledgement before he continues, “She’ll be your Handler. She’s personally assigned to you and nobody else, so she’ll be with you every day all day, almost everywhere you go.”

“Great,” Bucky complains

“It’s a good thing. She’s here to help you with your needs. Just think of her like … like a service animal, yeah? Just a tool to help you succeed.”

“Does she heel and sit?” Bucky mutters, and Steve laughs in surprise.

“No. The other way around, if anything. You have a schedule. You’ll attend the classes and activities that’re set out for you, and you’ll comport yourself with dignity and respect.”

“You assume I know how to do that,” Bucky grumbles, and Steve scoffs and scruffs him playfully,

“Don’t worry about if you don’t know certain things, Sharon will guide you. You’ll never be punished for not knowing something, Buck. Only for disrespect or disobedience.” He pauses for a moment, letting the information sink in. He pets Bucky’s hair and watches where the kid’s got his eyes closed tight. “Do you understand?” he asks, but Bucky doesn’t answer, not even after a few seconds, so Steve gives the back of his neck another firm squeeze. “You don’t have control anymore, Sweetheart. Not over anything. And far from upsetting you, that should make you feel relieved. By the time you leave here it will.”

Not shockingly, Bucky growls. It’s just a piddly little thing from high up in his throat—an omega’s weak attempt at a sound their bodies aren’t equipped to make—but the intent behind it is clear. He struggles to pull away, Steve Holding him and pushing his face against his thigh until it passes. “Shhh. Calm down. Stop pulling away from me.”

Bucky continues to fight it for a second or two, but eventually he breaks off in an angry little sob. “Lemme go,” he grunts, embarrassed. “What is that? What’re you doing?”

“Holding you,” Steve tells him calmly. “Another thing I suspect you’re completely virgin to.”

Bucky huffs and shivers against him. “Shuddup,” he sniffles. “That’s not true.”

“Mhm. Some more of your school buddies?” Steve guesses, unsurprised when the kid’s flaming face tells him that he’s got it pegged just about right. “I see,” he says sadly. “So it wasn’t what people made it sound like, right? It didn’t make you feel any better. Then you got disappointed and you thought: ‘that’s it?’”

“No …”

“Mmhm. And since it wasn’t good enough, you decided you wouldn’t bother behaving the way anybody said you should. You figured there’s something wrong with you, so what’s the point in trying? Might as well act out, get attention that way. Because at least then you’d be getting a response from people. Am I getting warm?”

“Lemme go,” Bucky mumbles miserably.

“I’d like to, Sweetheart. But I don’t want to let go if you’re not ready.” Steve maneuvers his hand so that his thumb can dig more directly into Bucky’s glands. The omega moans, though he obviously hears himself and tries to stifle the sound. It’s both sweet and pathetic, and it makes Steve wince in sympathy. “It’s okay to react,” he tells him quietly. “Do you know why it feels like that?”

He isn’t expecting an answer from the kid, and he doesn’t get one. Bucky just cringes and tries to hide as much of his face against Steve’s thigh as possible, holding back the sounds that obviously want to come and making a face like he’s trying with all his might not to pass gas.

Steve tuts in gentle reprimand. “They call them the ‘happy hormones’. Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin, Omgestrin.” He lets up on the pressure of his Hold when the smell of omega arousal hits the air. Bucky exhales hugely and slumps against him, all the tension from holding back his vocalizations leaving him in a rush. Steve hums knowingly. “You’ll learn about the science behind it in your classes.”

“I have to go to class?” Bucky asks, sounding wiped out. “Today?”

“No baby. Today is just for getting you settled in.” Steve tilts his head as he considers him. “Do you think you’re ready to work with me, or do you still feel like you’re gonna act up if I let go?” He waits him out patiently, knowing that when it’s new and unfamiliar, the first response most omegas give to having all of their control stripped away is fear and discomfort. “It’s okay if you need time,” he offers. “We can stay here for a little while longer.”

Eventually, Bucky gives a strained little shake of the head, his flushed cheek moving against Steve’s pants leg. But it’s more the fact that he’s visibly thought about his answer before giving it that convinces Steve they might be okay to move forward.

“Okay, good,” he praises, letting up most of the pressure from the back of Bucky’s neck. He smiles in relief when the boy doesn’t pull away. “Very good, Honey. I can tell you’re trying, and I appreciate that. You’re doing okay.” Bucky makes an unhappy little sound in his throat, but it’s more privately grumpy than it is bratty, so Steve lets it pass. “You’re a smart boy,” he tells him, carding a hand through his hair. “I’ve seen your transcripts, so I know you’re very bright. Smart omega like you, I’m sure you’ve got an idea about what’s landed you here. Some clue about why you’re in my office right now instead of back home in Boston. Am I right?”

“... yes,” Bucky whispers, like he’s still recovering the ability to articulate.

“Mmhm. Thought so.” Steve pets his hair. “Think you can tell me a little bit about that?”

“... I get in trouble for things.”

“Yes. Your parents told me that.” Steve feels him start to tense at the mention of his parents. “I know you disagree with them on this. Hell, you probably disagree on most topics, right? You don’t want to be here, don’t think you need to be, and they think you do.” Bucky nods teresely and Steve hums. “Well don’t worry, I’m not going to make you lie and say you’re happy about being here. I know you’re not. But can we at least agree on one thing? That for whatever reason, and no matter where you think it stems from, you’ve been uncomfortable for a while?”

Against Steve’s leg, Bucky is tense. He gives a tiny nod. “Yeah,” he breathes.

“Okay. And could we maybe agree that the way you’ve acted hasn’t exactly gotten you where you wanted to be?”

Bucky scoffs. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Steve smiles sadly. “Okay. Okay, good. So that’s two things we can agree on. I bet I have your parents beat on that front, then, huh?” He scritches playfully behind the kid’s ear, but stills when it doesn’t elicit anything positive. “So, why do you think that is, Bucky? Why do you think you’ve had these issues?”

“Dunno,” he pouts. “I don’t think about it that much.”

“Well why do you think a judge agreed that your parents should have custody of you for an extra two years?” Steve asks. “Would you say you do things impulsively?”

Bucky shrugs. “I guess.”

“Hm. That doesn’t surprise me. I’ve met a lot of boys like you. Even helped a few of them, if you can believe it.”

Bucky grumbles at that, shifting restlessly on his knees. “You don’t know me,” he mutters. He tucks his face farther down, and then Steve catches the angry little “... this is bullshit” that he whispers under his breath.

Steve pulls his hand away abruptly and widens his legs so that no part of him is touching Bucky. The omega sways in place and makes a fragile noise of surprise. He looks up at Steve and blinks, looking bereft. Poor thing hadn’t even realized he was taking such comfort from the contact until it was gone.

“Stand up,” Steve says sharply, using his Voice and the abrupt switch in tone to catch the boy off guard. Bucky obeys without even thinking about it, rising to his feet in front of Steve with a light frown, once again looking like he can’t quite understand why he’s obeying Steve’s commands. Steve nods at him. “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”

“What?”

He prevents a tantrum by reaching forward himself and undoing Bucky’s belt. “Your clothes,” he repeats. “Take them off and show me your body, right now.” He plays on the boy’s pride by tacking on a scornful, “What? I thought you said you weren’t some shy virgin. Gotta get over that embarrassment real fast, Little one.”

It works like a charm, Bucky’s countenance screwing up in anger before it smooths out again with false bravado. He squares his shoulders and makes direct eye contact with Steve as he toes off his shoes and finishes undoing his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off to the side, then pulls his sweater hurriedly overhead. He stares at Steve once it’s off, and he probably thinks he’s acting so big and brave, but Steve sees him for exactly what he is: a scared little boy who doesn’t think he can depend on anybody else.

“Panties too, Sweetheart,” Steve prods, and when Bucky can’t seem to bring himself to do it, he leans forward to help. He gently pulls the omega’s underwear down, easing the waistband past his genitals and down his thighs. He encourages him with gentle touches to step out, and then Bucky winds up holding onto his shoulders for balance as he helps him step out of the socks, one foot at a time. By the time Steve’s sitting back on the couch to have a good look at him, Bucky’s standing before him completely naked.

Steve’s eyes track down to where he holds his arms ramrod straight at his sides, hands curled into tight little fists in an obvious effort not to cover himself. “Good girl,” Steve praises. “That was very good. Thank you.” He lets his eyes rake obviously up and down Bucky’s body, enjoying the sight of him, but more importantly letting Bucky see that he’s enjoying the sight of him. “You’re just lovely,” he tells him. On the Persian carpet, Bucky’s feet shuffle, shifting his weight in disquiet. “Shhh,” Steve chides softly. “Be still now, Honey. Let me look.”

The looking is, of course, not so much for Steve’s benefit as it is for Bucky’s. Steve’s already seen pictures and medical charts detailing every square inch of the omega’s body. This is about giving Bucky a taste of what it truly means to be vulnerable. He needs to feel seen, exposed, before he can ever truly learn to give in to his submissive urges. And he needs to learn to trust. Trust that the person caring for him won’t hurt him or let him down after he’s made himself vulnerable. It’s something that can only be gained through moments like this; experiences where he shows his metaphorical belly and bears his metaphorical neck. The more he learns to do that, the easier it’ll be to give in to what his body needs.

“Turn around and face the other way,” Steve says quietly, though still using his Voice to help him along in these first few moments of nakedness. Bucky obeys, turning, and Steve makes sure to rumble low in his chest for the boy to hear his approval. “Good girl,” he praises.

“M’not a girl,” Bucky grumbles, annoyed.

Steve tuts. “Come on, Buck. I’ve got two masters degrees and a Ph.D. And I just saw your little cocklet, didn’t I?”

“... yeah,” Bucky admits, though he also sullenly repeats: “M’not a girl,” under his breath.

“It’s a term of affection,” Steve scolds, eyes raking over the omega’s pert little backside. “Now be a good girl and stand still while Alpha looks at you.”

Bucky’s buttocks tense, the sides flexing gorgeously in response to the domination of being called a “good girl” all over again. That flex of muscles is involuntary, and a dead giveaway that if Steve were to grab his cheeks and spread them right now, he’d probably find his little hole clenching and releasing, too. In his slacks, Steve’s cock thickens with renewed interest. Bucky starts to whine almost subvocally. He shuffles his weight on his feet again, and the motion causes the room’s light to catch on a faint sheen. It’s a small amount, but it’s there. Right by his taint and the swell of his little sac, he’s got some slick smeared on his inner thighs.

Steve has to take a deep breath and give his dick a cruel pinch while he’s still got Bucky facing the other way. “Good,” he murmurs, letting a few more seconds tick by. “Very good.”

Bucky’s ass keeps flexing, muscles tensed and his hands still clenched up into tight little balls at his sides. “Can I move?” he grits.

“Not yet. Be still.”

Steve knows what’s going on in the kid’s mind and body right now. Most people watching Bucky would only recognize the anger, or the fear. It is those things, to an extent, but that’s not all it is. Even without that tantalizing little smear of slick, Steve would know, because can detect the deeper scent of satisfied omega. Bucky’s responding well to the orders and directions, miniscule as they are.

“Nobody wants to bully you here, honey,” Steve tells him gently. “It might feel like that at first. I bet that’s how you feel right now. I know you’re not used to such a … traditional pedagogy. But I want you to know I’m not doing this to be mean. Nothing that happens to you during your time here is done just to humiliate or demean you. It might make you feel that way at first, but in the end you’ll see that this is about helping you.”

Bucky’s facing the other side of the room, but Steve still hears the disbelieving scoff he gives. “I don’t feel like this is helping,” he says, tacking on a sarcastic “Sir” at the end.

Steve calmly leans forward and flicks the boy’s sac. Bucky yelps and all but jumps out of his skin, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes and an outraged scoff. “Hey!”

“Hush. Turn back around and stand still.” Steve raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like another?” It’s almost amusing, how fast Bucky’s lips seal themselves into a thin line and he shakes his head with wide eyes. He turns around as ordered, and Steve softens. “Look,” he says gently. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now, and I’ve helped a lot of boys like you, okay?

“You think you have,” Bucky counters mutinously, shoulders tensing a second later as he anticipates having his balls flicked again for brattiness.

The only reason Steve doesn’t do so, is because this is a point worth addressing. “No, Baby,” he counters sadly. “It works. It really does. This isn't just an Alpha’s ego talking, or whatever you may think it is. I haven’t been Headmaster at this school for almost two decades for nothing. Trust me, we produce the desired results.”

“... whose, though?”

“Excuse me?”

Bucky shifts nervously. “Whose? Desired results?”

Steve has got to smirk at Bucky’s backside, at that one. Even cowed, it’s clear this boy is going to be a challenge. “Let’s just put it this way,” he drawls. “If my methods here didn’t produce well-behaved omegas, parents wouldn’t still be sending me their children to educate at sixty-grand a semester. And if that doesn’t carry weight in your book, then think of this: If my methods didn’t produce happy, grateful omegas, then all of my omega alumnus wouldn’t still be donating millions of their own dollars back to their alma mater each year, now would they?”

He can see from the way that Bucky’s posture slackens, then stiffens, then slackens all over again, that the boy can’t come up with a counter argument to that one. “Good,” Steve says with finality. “Remember that. I really do mean it, Bucky. I want you to take it to heart when I tell you that everything that happens while you're here is for you. To make you happy and healthy.” He can practically hear Bucky’s brain working up there, and sure enough it only takes a moment or two more of bare-assed vulnerability before the omega is snottily asking,

“Any other advice, Headmaster?”

“Oh sure,” Steve says cheerfully. “For example, I’d definitely advise you to try and reign in your attitude while you’re here. You and your ass will have a much easier time of it, if you do.” He’s laying it on heavy right now, but he’s had plenty of students like Bucky, and he’s always found that it’s best to come in hard and fast with the dominance, take them by surprise and play to their bodies’ own instincts before they can gather too much of a defense. Still, he switches to speaking in his most gentle and reassuring Voice as he tells him, “You’re handling this well, Bucky. I’m pleased with you so far.” He gives it another long moment, and then he murmurs, “Okay, Honey. You can turn back around now. Face me.”

Bucky turns slowly, one foot at a time, shifting on the carpet until he’s made a full turn. Steve isn’t surprised to see his little cocklet at half mast. He smiles gently to let him know it’s okay. “I expected that,” he tells him. “Did you know that it’s normal for your body to react that way?” He waits, but Bucky gives no answer. He’s glaring at the floor and quite obviously clenching his teeth. Steve hums. “You’re probably pissed at me right now, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Steve chuckles. “I appreciate your honesty, Bucky,” he teases. “And I know you’re pissed. It’s obvious. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He pauses, waiting until Bucky’s eyes flick up to him before he pointedly looks at the boy’s penis. “But you’re also aroused. Why do you think that is?” Bucky’s lips tighten into a thin, unanswering line, and Steve sits forward on the couch cushion. “C’mere.” He spreads his legs wider and pats his knee. “Step closer to me,” he Voices, and that time Bucky does listen and come closer, despite the attitudinal little huff he gives. Steve stills him with hands on his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, before reaching to take him in hand.

Bucky gasps, his stomach sucking in and his body tensing up like he’ll pull away. Steve’s palm makes a loud ‘clap!’ as he delivers a quick smack to the side of his ass. “Be still.”

“... what’re you gonna do?” Bucky squeaks.

“I’m going to touch your genitals,” Steve tells him calmly. “And you’re going to hold still, unless you want to earn your first spanking.” He looks up at him, meeting those wide eyes with a calm nod. “I’ll put you over my knee right now if you need it,” he promises. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Do you need it, boy?”

Bucky’s face screws up, and Steve is honestly surprised when he controls himself enough that the only thing out of his mouth is a terse, “No.”

Steve smacks him again. “‘No Alpha’. Let me hear you say it.”

Jaw working in frustration, Bucky acquiesces with a gritted, “No, Alpha.”

Steve gives him a few seconds more of the warning look, just to make sure that he knows he’ll make good on the threat if he needs to. “Good,” he says, looking back between Bucky’s legs. “You know,” he muses, as he takes his time admiring the omega’s little prick. “This school isn’t just a place for academic learning. We teach all the classics, of course, but that’s probably the least important part of our curriculum. There are a lot of other things to learn: Manners, etiquette, self-care … and how to listen to your own body, how to understand what it’s trying to tell you, how to interpret the things you feel.” He cups his hand over Bucky’s cocklet and balls, holding them delicately in his palm. “I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re harder now than you were even thirty seconds ago. Do you know why?”

Above, Bucky gulps. “... fear boner,” he whispers, and when Steve snorts at that, he pouts and asserts, “It’s a thing.”

Steve smiles. “That’s cute, but no.” Gently, he takes Bucky’s stiff little prick in hand and plays with the wrinkle of foreskin that’s bunched at the tip. “Omegas are less than four percent of the population,” he murmurs. “And alphas not even double that. Which means, that despite your natural inclinations, you wind up spending most of your time around a bunch of betas. Of course it wouldn’t have been that way historically. Those things used to be arranged, but in modern society it has unfortunately become all too common.” He peeks upwards, pleased to see that Bucky’s staring down at him with parted lips and flushed cheeks.

“S-so?” he breathes.

“So, right now you’re in a room with an adult alpha male who’s touching you, and talking to you, and dominating you. And you’re biologically geared to respond to those things, especially when you haven’t had much regular exposure to alphas. That just increases your sensitivity. So that when I use my Voice, when you smell my scent, or when you see my big hand covering your tiny sex …” he cups him fully between his legs again and gives a little jostle “It’s all hardwired into your brain as positive, pleasurable. Your body likes it, seeks out more of it. That’s why you’re even getting a little wet right now.”

Bucky bristles in defense, “I’m not—”

“Shh. You don’t have to do that, honey. I already know.” Steve holds his prick and eases the foreskin down, revealing the delicate pink tip of him with an approving hum. “Mmhm. There it is. Look at that sweet little nubbin.”

Bucky all but stumbles into him, whispering a breathless, “Alpha …”

“That’s right. Good girl.” Steve steadies him with a chuckle. “You’re okay. Don’t lock your knees, honey. See what happens?” He trails a fingertip over the adorable little line of Bucky’s erection, eliciting another whimper from the boy. “It’s okay for you to call me that. I am your Alpha while you’re under custody here, and you may not think you care about that, but your body does. So even though you’re feeling all these other kinds of other emotions right now—anger, fear, embarrassment; your mind and body are still going to fight you on it. They’re gonna prioritize and respond to what you need, and if you don’t change your behavior to reflect those same priorities, then the only outcome you’re gonna get is dysfunction and illness.”

“I’m not,” Bucky says weakly, brow furrowed. “M’not dysfunctive.”

Steve smiles sadly. “Well first off, that’s not a word, baby.” He pulls on Bucky’s hips and leans back further into the couch, urging the boy to come down to sit on his lap. When he does, Syteve cups his chin and pecks him gently on the lips. It’s the most chaste kiss to ever exist, but the boy is still blushing when Steve pulls back enough to see his cheeks. Steve wraps an arm around his waist to draw him in against his larger body. “Now Bucky, I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer right away. I want you to take time to really think about it. And when you’re ready, you tell me.”

The boy’s looking up at him with wide, confused eyes that pluck at Steve’s heart, and Steve swipes his thumb just under his plush lower lip. “When’s the last time you were happy?” he asks quietly. Bucky’s expression instantly screws up, but Steve hushes him. “I don’t mean just happy from having fun in the moment, or from a specific thing that happened. I mean ‘happy’ as in content, consistently and thoroughly. When’s the last time you can remember when you felt truly settled in your skin?”

Bucky frowns. “I …”

“Shh. Remember what I said. Not right now. You just think on it.” Steve offers him a tender look and squeezes his chin. “You think you can do that for me?”

“... okay,” Bucky whispers.

Steve smiles. “Good girl.” He claps his hand on Bucky’s leg. “In the meantime, we’ve got quite a few things we have to do to get you set up: administrative and practical. Are you ready to see your room, get your uniform, a tour of the grounds, all that good stuff?”

Bucky nods, looking almost faint in relief—likely at hearing that he’s going to be given clothing. “Yes,” he breathes eagerly. “Please.”

Steve chuckles and pats his waist. “Thought you might say that. Alright boy, get up. We’ve got a lot to do.”

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Family Dinner

Splinter barging into the living room where Leo, Donnie, Frida, and Miwa are watching Lou Jitsu Movie.

Splinter: Kids, get ready!! We’re invited to meet April’s parents. So you guys better dress in business casual!

Splinter: Oh, I can even make my famous green bean casserole.

Splinter walked away from the room to make his dish.

Miwa: Wait you guys haven’t meet April’s parents?

Donnie: Sadly no, April was afraid they’ll freak and may forbid her from seeing us.

Miwa: oh make sense.

Leo: But you and mom were totally fine when you first meet us.

Miwa: Well, that’s because I was a weird kid being able to sense a yokai in their human disguise. Well mom just got used to it.

Leo: You’re still a weird kid, big sis.

Miwa: Shut Leon! *shoving Leo off the bean bag*

Donnie: That’s odd, April would have given us a heads up if she was going to finally talk to her parents about us?

Leo: I bet you this has to do with Mikey wanting to give Draxum a second chance.

Donnie and Miwa: *looks at each other* You’re on!

Miwa: *clapped hands* Alright ladies, let get ready or else dad gets mad. Leo can you be a dear and open a portal to my room.

Miwa looked at Frida.

Miwa: Hey Frida, do you have anything nice to wear? If not you can borrow some of my clothes.

Frida: I’m not going if this is to redeem Draxum.

Leo: Is it because of Mona?

Frida: Yes, he’s the reason for her mutation and her family abandoning her. So he doesn’t deserve a second chance.

Miwa: I understand, I’m not going to force you.

Donnie: The issue is Mikey, we known him longer than you guys but he won’t really understand. He’s an optimistic, he sometimes see the good in things.

Leo: So you not being there will crush him. Even if you don’t like his ideal, Mikey would rather you be there for moral support.

Leo: Another thing, I don’t want to be alone with these two nerds and dad dealing with Mikey’s “I can change them.” I need my favorite sister and triplet.

Miwa: You’re dead to me, Leon.

Donnie: I’ll remember that, Nardo.

Frida giggles

Leo: If Draxum try to act up just guilty trip him. Mona may have adjusted to her new life, but from what I heard from Leatherhead and Olivier, she still miss the life she was forced to leave behind.

Frida: Okay, I’ll go but just for moral support to our baby brother. *whisper* maybe make Draxum life miserable too.

Frida: Miwa, can borrow some clothes? I don’t have anything nice to wear.

Miwa: You got it little sis.

Splinter appearing out of blue, while Leo open a portal to Miwa room.

Splinter: Miwa, you’re heading home.

Miwa: Why?

Splinter: If orange hasn’t invited Tang Shen yet, please don’t tell your mother. I don’t want to make the dinner table awkward with divorce parents.

Miwa looking at her dad and siblings: oh yeah that’s totally the least of our worries.

Splinter: I knew you’ll understand. You guys better be dress and ready by the time my green bean casserole is ready.

*Artist note*

Miwa is Lou Jitsu and Tang Shen illegitimate daughter. Lou and Tang eloped and after 2yrs they divorced because of Big Mama. Shen found out she was pregnant with Lou daughter after he disappeared. Tang Shen made sure Miwa kept the Hamato surname and this makes her the oldest sibling. Tang Shen is currently still alive.

Frida is Miwa and the boys long lost sister and Olivier’s assistant. In my version, the assistant we see in the serie is actually Big Mama’s adoptive daughter, Olivier’s, assistant. I also made Donnie, Leo, and Frida to be triplets.

Mona Lisa and Leatherhead also work for Olivier.

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hello i saw you in the notes talking about arthur and morgana's relationship and i would love to hear you talk more please. i am unhinged about them.

(no pressure tho if you don't feel like it)

this is literally the best thing someone could say to me after a 16 hr flight 😭 bless u anon

also me too. so i'm just gonna ramble ab my headcannons and then also their canon relationship below the cut bc it is so interesting to me and i really have a lot to say and i really mean. A LOT.

so let's start off with season 1/pre-canon and the source of all their problems: uther pendragon. uther pendragon is fucking insane and possibly one of the worst parents ever,,, like def top 10 worst fathers i think

pre-season 1 time line as I see it:

- he marries ygraine from the house of du bois after becoming king,, probably like 3-7 years after,, he claimed he loved her (heavily debatable!!) and she seemed to as well so they assumedly married for love

- now uther has a best friend at the time: Gorlois (now if this is his name-name or surname i'm not sure so i'm just going to go say surname since they're nobility) This man is known by Uther had the bravest man he's ever met,, and his wife the Lady Vivienne probably lost him in battle bc later in season 3,, Uther says a much and says Lady Vivienne was: "lonely so he consoled her"...

- now, this is where my headcannon comes in,, I'm pretty damn sure morgana is older than arthur,, meaning that I'm pretty sure that Uther cheated on ygraine out of that shared grief and around this time ygraine probably was showing growing signs of being barren/unable to become pregnant which probably worried the court ngl

- so morgana conception happens,, vivienne goes away,, gorlois thinks she's his,, during this time uther finally gives in and sacrifices ygraine's life for arthur's and ultimately blames it on arthur/all of magic (remember the talk w uther and nimueh when he says: i wish he'd [arthur] never been born bc it meant losing ygraine essentially like,,,. ok. wow.)

- now season 1: there is so much evidence uther is an abusive shit:

- he throws both of his children in jail whenever they toe the line in a way he doesn't find amusing (ie: s1e4 and s1e12)

- arthur straight up says (he's about 20/21 atp): i never knew you were proud of me,, in fact i always thought i was a disapointment (meaning: uther never went out of his way to show him otherwise for a solid 20-21 years.)

and uther doesn't actually say he's proud of him he just goes: i wouldn't wish for another son (after drugging him so he wouldn't duel being a hypocritical king)

so all of this: leads back to morgana and arthur's relationship

morgana and arthur in season 1 have a somewhat tentative relationship,, we can see that most of the kingdom thinks the two of them are going to marry one another (including themselves at times) ie: gwen saying morgana would make a great queen one day,, but they also bicker all the damn time

snipes here and there,, but ultimately it usually comes down to their differences in how they reacted to their upbringing from uther:

arthur became the dutiful/exceptional son: he became a knight at 20 (usually took knights till mid twenties-early thirties), later we learn he led druid raids pre-canon (this traumatized him also again fuck uther) this would also be exceptional seeing as he probably wasn't a fully fledged knight even then, and is known throughout Camelot (and most of Albion tbh) as a master swordsman,, and while he did have his own thoughts on magic he often bit his tounge in front of his father in order to prove himself,, we also know that unlike morgana: he learned exactly how to navigate around uther so he could do what he wanted against uther's will while not embarrassing in front of the court (ie: when he went to go save gwen after saying to his father and the court that it was probably a lost cause)

morgana was the people's princess,, but she def got the "i am my father's daughter" syndrome BADDDDD: we see in s1 she's often stood up to Uther in front of the court numerous times, so much so that when she gets thrown into prison (s1e12) it's not the first time,, arthur tells her: "i promised him that this would be the last time you acted out against him like this" (paraphrasing) and morgana replies "you're a good man, unlike your father" (line that makes me insane)

they are parallel from the start within these two episodes specifically!!! many may argue morgana was good and kind from the beginning,, but she often did things FOR HER OWN MOTIVES!!! when she helped gwen's father to escape without consulting gwen,, it confirmed it for me. she may have convinced herself it was for gwen,, but she never even asked,, she did it to piss of uther not thinking it all the way through,, opening his cell and leaving him to fend for himself against a bataillon of knights. now i'm not saying morgana has never done anything out of pure kindness,,

but whereas arthur is constantly set up as a righteous and noble man in his heart but his actions can appear to be... for lack of a better word, extremely dickish

morgana's actions appear to be kind and generous, but can often endanger those around her in her conquest for the things she wants, sometimes ending in death. (AGAIN NOT ALWAYS!!!)

NOW this leads me to the fact that once again they were the only two who grew up under Uther really and are the only ones who know what that's like,, they probably already felt more like brother and sister by the time s1 hit just bc of that but endured it bc they weren't blood and swallows the fact they were probably gonna be married but you can see it in the scenes alone,,

morgana does push arthur to be better and to challenge the things uther taught them bc that is what she instinctively does!! morgana questions uther and in return teacher arthur to question uther (ie: pushing arthur to save merlin in s1e4, helps him to strike down valiant s1e2, makes him argue back when gwen was wrongfully imprisoned s1e3) and we see that morgana does care for arthur!! she threatens sophia when she noticed something is off and often rushes to the defense of her friends,, her tactics can be destructive though just in a parallel way to arthur's

arthur's destructiveness comes from his inability to choose a side, or based his assumptions on prejudices something that becomes even more apparent when morgana turns away from Camelot and it's people

morgana was probably rooting for arthur as a king for a certain point,, but even though the grew up together and she should know arthur's MO is usually 'just say yes in front of dad and do whatever the fuck is just later' morgana doesn't trust him. and as her powers grow this also becomes more apparent and her support wanes until she believes someone else should be on the throne,,,

and when she learns that uther is her father??? that's when she flies off the deep end.

now for me morgana being older than arthur is one of the only reasons why she would have a valid claim to the throne!! we see that mithian as the only girl succeeded her father as QUEEN not just princess meaning the laws of succession COULD include women it just depended on the region,,

now imagine being morgana:

you grow up at home with your father, he is kind, brave, and gentle, and a fearsome warrior, he is the kings best friend. he dies and you move in probably around the age of 8 and you see this 6 year old boy. you later learn the kingdom expects the two of you to marry. you're still grieving but you know what this means. you take the etiquette lessons, you learn to wield the sword, you become proficient in horseback riding, you gain the education fitting of a queen. you are 15, the prince is 13, he is already one of the most promising squires. it's alright though you're learning to love him, not as a romance though (not anymore at least, he tried to flick his booger at you once at the age of 8, the flame was staunchly out out.) you two appreciate one another, you get older, it is improper for the two of you to be alone together, you witness your first execution. he's being killed for the crime of sorcery (he saved a little girl from a burning building), you don't understand. you meet your maidservant, she is one of the most lovely people to grace the earth. you love her, as a friend. you grow older, you're still expected to marry the prince (he is 18), he has killed many. he has watched even more die. he is different, you are different. you watch another man die for the crime of sorcery, you don't understand. two years pass, you're tormented by dreams you cannot comprehend but always seem to come true, a serving boy arrives, he changes the prince again. you watch another man die. you don't understand, but you hold your tounge now until later. the king's temper is short. years past and the sleeping draughts aren't working, your dreams are getting worse. your maidservant is in love with the prince. you're jealous, you don't understand. you think you have magic, you see the prince become his father. you don't understand, you just want someone to tell you it'll be alright. after years of anger and bitterness you finally understand, you hate the king and all he's done, the world would be better if he were gone, arthur would be better if he were gone. arthur loves him anyways and it kills you. you meet a woman who claims to be your sister, both of blood and in magic. you take her hand, she promises to teach you all there is to be taught. your anger for the king festers. the prince you once loved turns out to be your brother. the king you hate turns out to be your father. you beg him to recognize you, and give you the family name you were stripped of. he doesn't. you kill him. you kill s lot of people. you don't care if they're innocent or not anymore. you connive, and you plot, and you scheme. you try to kill the prince, who is now king. your sister dies. you miss your best friend, the handmaiden who is now queen. she says she hates you. you hate arthur. you die trying to make him as miserable as you.

now arthur:

one day your father brings a girl home, everyone is telling you that they you expect to marry. father doesnt say anything. you think she's pretty, you accidentally flick your booger at her and she looks at you like you've wiped horseshit on her dress. you watch a man die for the crime of magic. you don't understand, you will soon. your father looks at you like there is someone he can't stand to see. he cherishes this girl he's brought home. you work harder than any squire seen before. you get promoted early, everyone says it is just because of the king, you beat them in everything so they can't secondaries you ever again. you watch more sorcerers die, your father says it is because they killed your mother, you secretly feel like a bad person because you don't understand why all sorcerers deserve to die for the crime of one death. even if it is your mother. you twist her ring. your father's ward is beautiful, you try to impress her, she's too busy hanging out with her maidservant. you get older and complete your first druid camp raid, you don't understand, so many of them are women and children, so many of them die anyways. you change. you grow older, you become the youngest knight in camelot, you think it will turn your father's ward's attention to you, she's infatuated with owain, the oaf. you get older, and you meet the most insufferable boy with the most outrageous ears and the most obvious lies. he changes you. morgana becomes more distant. you learn that your mother's life was given for yours, you try to kill your father. the manservant you trust most in the world says that sorcerers lie, you finally understand. you hate sorcery and despise any practitioners of magic from now on. you grow older, you begin to fall in love with your sister's manservant, you understand her infatuation. you grow as a prince, and person, you gain alliances in unlikely places, you don't think you'll marry morgana anymore. you learn your father's ward is your sister, you watch as she usurps the throne. you don't understand. you fight back. you become king. you marry the love of your life. she betrays you with a close friend. you become lost. you forgive her, you trust again. you are fighting your sister. always. you don't even recognize her anymore, you wonder if you ever did. you later learn that magic was never evil, on your deathbed, and that your soulmate had it the whole time. you wonder about your sister. she tries to kill you again. she dies in your best friend's arms and all you can think is how she finally looks peaceful for the first time in forever. you die the same way not too long after.

anyways: morgana and arthur parallel each other so hard it's crazy,,, and the pendragons are a family of self-fulfilling prophecies

like that is your sister/brother and you love them and you hate them and nobody else couldn't possibly get it and they hate you but you will always love them and you are home but you can never go home and -!

#some guy talking #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #i have more to say ngl but like #im gonna take a shower #they make me so sick #DO YOU HEAR ME!!!???#anyways thanks for the ask sorry if this was literally incomprehensible lol #asks #merlin meta

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makingshortstorieslong · 3 months

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I just finished episode 9 of Konya Sukiyaki Dayo

!!!!!!!!!

I would be happy enough if it ended here - I can't believe I get 3 more episodes! Looking forward to seeing what's next.

I really love when they mix up the end credits to get the boys in there. Shinta I have loved from the beginning; Yuki had to grow on me but now I adore him.

I like this living in the same apartment building deal... I do imagine a 3 bedroom apt/house scenario and wonder how that would work out. After seeing how Aiko sleeps (lol) I want her and Yuki to please please get a bigger bed (I recently shared a like king sized bed in a hotel with a friend and omg ??? There's so much space we may as well have been in separate beds) (not sure you can find apartments in Japan with room for that though idk) in one room but also still have separate rooms like they talked about. And of course I want Tomoko and Aiko to keep living together. What I'm curious about is how Tomoko and Yuki would feel about living together... would that work out or would everyone dislike it? The current arrangement seems good, I just wonder.

it's a shame hyphenating their surnames doesn't seem to be an option. I mean ideally they could get married with no one changing their name but if the rule is registered families must share a name it seems like Ota-Seguira could be an option. But I guess that just isn't done. But I also wondered if they can't legally change their name and then keep using their old surname professionally and personally. But anyway pulling out rock paper scissors at the family dinner was fucking iconic. Seguira-soon-to-be-Ota Yuki you are a legend. He really said "if the Seguira family traditions are going to make Aiko unhappy then we will simply not be the Seguira family" and I respect him for it greatly. (also I feel like I'm spelling that surname wrong am I missing a vowel or inserting an extra one? Idk)

also I hope one of these remaining 3 episodes gives some more room for Shinta. He's a star.

also also: shoutout to Japanese dramas making up fun new ways to say "queerplatonic partners" / "platonic life partners". Kazoku kazu kakari / Family (Subject to Change) has a deeply special place in my heart to the point that genuinely if I did ever form a partnership I would probably refer to it that way sometimes. But Clownfish-Anemone makes me smile a lot :) yes! Mutualism! Symbiotic partnership!

#Konya sukiyaki Dayo #Spoilers and random thoughts behind the readmore

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Kutuo reactions to mc naming their child after her please

Hello! ❤️ This question actually unlocks some REALLY in depth lore about Nian (and real life info!) that I, honestly, wouldn't blame you for skipping since it's long and a lil complicated and all under the cut! So I'll answer your question first!

Kutuo would be pretty confused, but flattered. She doesn't see what would cause MC to do that, but she's honored they think of her like that.

Now for lore, it's not a Thing to name children directly after family members/ancestors/etc in Nian! A name is supposed to be unique to a child within a family and naming a child after ancestors/another person is generally seen as disrespectful and an insult, as well as saddling the child with the burdens and expectations expected of the person they're named after. It's just all around considered bad. This is culturally across all of the continent and through all classes, from the poor to royalty.

Of course, this doesn't stop people who wish to name their children after family members/ancestors/role models/etc, so a common way they move around this taboo it is by using the same first or second character of that person's name and then coming up with the other half. Let me explain.

Naming conventions in Nian follow real-life Chinese naming conventions and language. So middle names aren't a Thing and all names follow a Monosyllabic Surname and a Disyllabic Given name. Names are also not gendered, although some reoccurring trends are seen in boys vs girls.

I'm about to give a very rough and quick explanation of the Chinese language, if you know this already, feel free to skip ahead!

Let me give a quick rough run down for those new to this! Chinese (umbrella term) is a character-based tonal language. What that means is that depending on the tone inflection of your voice, it can change the meaning. You know how when we ask questions, our voices rise slightly at the end vs when we're speaking normally? Tones work like that but there are 4 of them and it's for the whole language.

What this means is that you can have two people who use, let's say... Shen (we'll use my name) in their names, but it can mean two different things because of the tones. For Shen Sandong, her Shen means "monkey" and it's spoken using a flat even tone. The Shen in my name is spoken with a rising tone (like you're asking a question) and means "lively"!

All Chinese (and Nian!) first/given names are disyllabic, except MC's since I'm not about to make you guys come up with a disyllabic name, although I will provide options for you to pick, if you want one. Disyllabic means that the name, in this case, is made up of two monosyllabic characters. Monosyllabic means one syllable.

In the case of MC wanting to name their child after Kutuo, they would most likely take a monosyllabic part ('ku' or 'tuo') and use the same character for it Kutuo does. Then they would find another monosyllabic that's either 1. Completely different, 2. Uses the same tones but means something else, or 3. Means the same but uses different tones. Putting the new combination together will make a unique name for the child that also honors Kutuo in a non-insulting way.

I can expand SO much on this, but I fear it has gone on long enough! If you guys are curious for more, please let me know and I'll make a post about it!

#asks #shen talks #nian lore #if: nan kutuo

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bellaevilqueen · 5 months

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CINDERELLA

Hey, so this is my first fic on tumblr so please bear with me. This idea was on my mind most of the time, so I had to write it. It's a bit long, so I'll split it into two parts or more.English is not my native language.

Summary:Bella is an orphaned girl who lives with her stepmother and two half-sisters. At a ball in Fittes, she meets her Prince Charming and falls in love.

CHAPTER 1

Our house was huge. We were one of the families that went to every party in London. That was until my mother died and my father married a nasty woman. She moved in with us with her two equally nasty daughters. Everything was fine until my father died, touched by a ghost. My stepmother took over the property. I was forced into the role of a maid. Apart from working at Rotwell and working at Arif, I had my hands full at home

-I'm not paying you to sit-I looked at my stepmother

-You don't pay me at all-

-The floor must be shiny, and then you will go to the shop to pick up our dresses for today's ball at Fittes-the annual Christmas ball at Fittes. It takes place three days before Christmas and all the richest families are invited

-And I didn't receive an invitation?-saying this, I stood up

-Honey, look at you. Who would want to invite someone like you?-I looked at my apron-clean the house and maybe I'll let you come with us-

-Thank you. I'll do everything-After cleaning the floor, I took off my apron and went out to buy some shopping and dresses. I entered a store with beautiful dresses. Everyone was choosing dresses for today's ball.I walked up to the counter

-Good morning. I wanted to pick up a dresses with the surname Renaldi-

-Just a moment-she handed me the dresses and after paying, I left. The dresses were heavy and I barely carried them home. I grabbed the shopping list and left. There were 6 hours left until the ball, so I can easily afford a donut at Arif's. When I entered, the bell rang. Arif greeted me smile

-My best employee and client. What brings you here?-

-I have some time, so I thought I'd stop for a donut-

-Sit down. I'll give it to you in a moment-I smiled and sat down in the corner of the room. I took off my scarf and coat and sat down. In a moment, Arif appeared with tea and a chocolate donut. He sat down across from me

-So tell me. Do you already have a dress for the ball?-

-No, but I'll find something. My stepmother let me go as soon as I cleaned the house-

-I gave you the day off to rest and go to the ball. Not that you'd work yourself to death-

-I owe it to them-I took a sip of tea and the door opened

-I'll come back to this conversation, just to serve the customer-he stood up and I looked at the newcomer. It was a boy maybe a year older than me. He brushed the snow from his hair and straightened his coat. I couldn't deny that he was handsome. He placed his order and left. I was still looking at the door that closed behind him. I didn't even notice Arif sitting down

-Who it was?-

-Anthony Lockwood.It's impossible that you don't know him. He's a regular customer. We send donuts to his agency, and sometimes George picks them up-

-He's the head of the agency?-

-Yes-

-But he's so young-

-You two would be perfect for each other- I looked at him and almost choked on my own saliva

-What?-

-You are made for each other. You'd definitely knock some sense into his head-I laughed and looked at my watch

-It's late. I have to go. How much do I owe? -

-On the house.Buy yourself a nice dress-I smiled and left. After shopping, I returned home just in time.Two hours left until the ball. The stylists took care of my stepmother and her daughters, so I could get ready in peace.I found one dress that would be perfect for such an event. It was below the knee. Her powder pink tulle shimmered in the light. I did my makeup and styled my already curly hair. Ready, I went downstairs

-And what do I look like? -I saw fury on the stepsisters' faces

-It doesn't fit-Alexa ripped off one of my sleeves and her sister Tessa ripped off the other. Within a minute my dress was ruined. I looked at my stepmother with glassy eyes

-That's enough, girls. You must look impeccable. I heard Anthony Lockwood will be at the ball. This is your chance. As for you, you didn't clean the whole house-

-It's not true. I cleaned up-

-Really?-She pulled out the bag and poured its contents onto the floor. Black ash scattered on the freshly polished floor and my dress. I looked at it with tears in my eyes

-How could you?-I fell to my knees

-Girls, get in the car. Now I see why your parents didn't want to live with you-she left, slamming the door. I cleaned it up and left the house for work. Arif was very surprised by my presence. He was even more surprised when he saw me start to put on my apron with tears streaming down my cheeks

-What happened?Why aren't you at the ball-

-They tore my dress. They made the floor dirty. Now I won't make it-

-I knew this would happen. That's why, as your fairy godmother or rather,the fairy godfather, I have something for you- he pulled out a huge box from behind the counter-your mother had this the day I first met her. A 16-year-old girl ran away from the Fittes ball after a man poured champagne on her. Since then she always came here. Before she died, she told me to convey this to you in an exceptional situation. I think that now is this unique situation-saying this, he opened the box. A blue ball gown caught my eye. It sparkled with all those crystals. I gently ran my hand over the material

-She's beautiful-

-Go try it on - I grabbed the box and went into the back room. When I put on the dress, gloves and shoes, I saw a small note at the bottom with the inscription: "Maybe you will also find your prince at the ball. I love you very much, princess, mom." I smiled and left. Arif was sweeping the floor

-What do I look like?- He looked at me

-Just like a mother - he put down the broom and went to the counter - please. You can't enter without it - he handed me the mask and the invitation

-Thank you Arif-

-Don't thank me. You are like a granddaughter to me. You deserve it, now come on. The carriage is waiting - I laughed and took a taxi to the party. LUCY'S POV When we arrived at the party there were an awful lot of people. I nudged Lockwood -Look who's here again - I pointed to the two idiots and their mother

-Tessa and Alexa. Great, he took the champagne from the tray and drank it in one gulp

-It's good that we have masks. At least they won't recognize us-we nodded at George's words. Since our agency is getting more and more popular, this sick woman wants to set Lockwood up with her daughters

-Maybe George. Maybe-

-I should introduce you to the waitress at Arif's. She's sweet-Flo cleared her throat and George knew he was screwed-of course you're sweeter-

-Oh for God's sake, get a room-Kipps said and walked away in disgust, followed by Holly. There were four of us left

-I'll go get something to drink-A waiter walked past us with a tray of champagne glasses. Lockwood took two and George did the same.

-Here you go, Lucy-he handed it to me

-Thank you-

-We should dance. It's Lockwood&Co's first night off-I looked at George and he looked at me and we looked back at Lockwood-what? -

-Hasn't this champagne gone to your head?-

-I feel fine-

-We'll dance. It's better than standing here and listening to nice Lockwood. That's strange - before they could leave, the door opened. A girl in a beautiful dress walked in and everyone started whispering

-I'll ask her to dance-Lockwood handed me a glass and walked up to her

-I bet he'll fall in love-I whispered to George

-I'm betting £20-

-Do you always have to bet? -We smiled at Flo and answered together

-Always- George took Flo to a dance and I watched Lockwood talk to the girl.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood x y/n #lockwood and co

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May I request a songfic with "Love Story" by Taylor Swift for Dagger, Peter (unless I already requested for them), or Finny?

I did a minific of it for Peter, but since I did a couple songfics for Dagger I decided to make this Finny's, I haven't done one for him in a while!

also my HEART-

DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Love Story (Taylor's Version)” by Taylor Swift! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I’m standing there on a balcony, in summer air see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns see you make your way through the crowd and say, “Hello” little did I know

that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles and my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet” and I was crying on the staircase begging you, “Please don’t go”

You think you’ve started to get tired of parties and ballrooms.

Not that there’s anything wrong with all of that, but… it does get exhausting sometimes. Most of the time you’d rather be out in the garden, among the flowers, not walking around pretending to enjoy talking to people who couldn’t care less about you.

That’s all it is, isn’t it? A big show of status and wealth and power. Nobody really cares about anyone else at these events.

As you look out over the garden from your balcony, you wish violently that your parents would stop making you attend. It’s not too long before you’re dragged off, in your pretty new dress, downstairs to go socialize. It would be fine to socialize, you think… if any of these people were interested in making actual conversation with you.

You’ve managed to slip away from most everyone else, and are standing at the entryway which leads to the garden. The ballroom full of chattering people and clinking champagne glasses is to your back. The place you love most is right in front of you, yet you can’t step outside.

You resign yourself to the thought. When you turn around, you nearly run into a boy who looks to be about your age. He’s handsome in this slight, unpolished way, with blonde hair and eyes somewhere between blue and green. Eyes which are focused out the entryway, staring wide at the garden.

As soon as he notices he’s evidently blocking you from returning to the ball, he quickly straightens up. His face goes pink, and he shakes his head. “O-oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss… I… I was just lookin’.”

“No, that’s… fine.” You’re almost stunned. He’s not dressed like a guest; he looks like a servant. How did he make it this far without anyone stopping him and trying to return him to his master. “I’m (Name) (Surname). That’s my garden out there. Well… my parents’. What’s your name?”

He beams, seemingly happy you haven’t outright rejected him. “Most people call me FINNY! I hate t’ overstep boundaries and all, but… could we… could we go out there?”

Before you can reply with an enthusiastic yes, suddenly your father steps into view. His look towards Finny is sharp, judgmental, and you can read it clear as day. “Your master is looking for you, boy. Your place is with him, not with my daughter.”

“Father,” you start, but you’re quieted immediately with a raised hand. Just like that, Finny is gone, giving you a rushed bow and turning to disappear in the crowd.

Although you can’t explain it, something in your heart feels as if you’ve missed a huge opportunity. Shortly after your father forces you to dance with his business partner’s son, you’ve decided to flee the party entirely.

You’re sitting on the stone bench in the garden, crying over something you can’t even describe, when someone sits down next to you. “Miss…? I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?”

and I said

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince, and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

You look over only to see Finny sitting there beside you. Those eyes of his… does he ever look anything less than in complete wonder? He’s so precious. And he came out here to see you, even after your father’s warning.

You could fall for someone like Finny.

“No… you didn’t. But I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Regardless, your hand is sliding over to rest on top of his. “I… I don’t want you to leave. But if everyone sees us together… my father…”

With the gentlest touch anyone has ever used toward you, Finny lifts his other hand and thumbs your tears away. Although it isn’t a perfect gesture, it doesn’t work flawlessly, it’s the intent behind it that gets to you. And the way he touches you. Like he thinks he has to be careful or he might break you.

Like you’re worth taking care with. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he murmurs. “Are you… I mean, you ain’t alright, but…”

Something about his concern hits you in a strange place, deep inside your chest. You raise your hand, the one that isn’t twined in his, and set it over the one he has on your cheek.

“Finny… would you be able to come back here tomorrow? Tomorrow night. If you come to the garden here and make sure you aren’t seen… I want to be with you.”

so I sneak out to the garden to see you we keep quiet, ‘cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes escape this town for a little while, oh, oh

‘cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet” but you were everything to me I was begging you, “Please don’t go”

The next day, you’re not sure what you were expecting.

You didn’t expect him to take you seriously ― for him to be waiting for you, hidden behind one of the flowering bushes closer to the back of the garden. At least he’s smart in that he didn’t pick a spot where someone might find him. If the gardener has noticed him, she’s kept her mouth shut.

It’s liberating when you tumble into the bush with him. You land on his lap, and in an instant the two of you are holding hands over each other’s mouths so you don’t burst out laughing. If your parents found you here, if they found Finny… oh, the possibilities are terrible and endless.

Why did he still come, knowing that he was risking?

You don’t know how long you stay with him like this. You lie there in his lap, head on his thigh, talking about anything and everything. He’s the gardener of the estate he works for, so it makes sense that he was so enamored of the garden you have here. It seems, when you speak about it, he understands better than anyone how trapped you feel inside your life.

He understands when you kiss him so hard the two of you are left gasping.

You don’t understand when, after several months of meeting this way, your father snaps at Finny again after the two of you are found out. It’s incomprehensible to you that, upon finding out you’re finally happy, your family would want to keep this man away from you.

But there it stands. Finny hurries off the estate, even as you try to weakly cling to his hand and plead him not to leave, once your father has physically pushed him.

and I said

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince, and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel this love is difficult, but it’s real don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes

The next time you see Finny, it’s because you’ve managed to sneak off to the Phantomhive estate. You meet him in this garden, and it’s magnificent.

You get to hold him again. You get to hug him and kiss him and run your fingers through his hair that you swear is infused with a drop of sunshine. And you can’t help but cry in his arms, sobbing about how you wish the world was just you and him. That you can’t believe your father would keep you from someone you love.

Finny’s eyes go wide when you say that. Did he even know that you were in love with him…? For everything you shared, it occurs to you that he didn’t realize it.

“My father says I can’t be in love with you,” you sigh against Finny’s neck. “Because you’re a servant. But if I can’t be, then how did it happen? I love you more than anything. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

He holds you, and you remember him telling you that he has to be mindful of his strength. (He was hurt very, very horribly when he was young. It scarred him in more ways than one, the biggest of which being that he’s been left with a strength he can’t always properly control despite his best attempts. Even then, he has never hurt you.)

His hand strokes your back, up and down, in a comforting rhythm. “It’ll be alright, sweet thing. We’ll get outta it fine, I promise.”

I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said

“Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come is this in my head? I don’t know what to think”

That’s the last thing he said to you before you don’t hear from him for several months.

Part of you wishes he would have given you some kind of explanation. What are you supposed to think? Even when you visit the Phantomhive estate, you don’t see him. You look in the garden, and you don’t see him.

You’ve stopped going out nearly entirely. If you won’t see the person who’s made you feel more alive than you ever have, then what’s the point?

You begin to think he’s bored of you. That he got scared by your family. Or that maybe he thinks he isn’t ‘good enough’. You’ve heard stories of romances like that between nobility and servants. Perhaps your relationship with Finny is one more that pays the price the rest of the world has demanded.

Then you run into him, whilst out on the street. Regardless of the fact that you don’t understand how you can run into someone who’s been avoiding you in broad daylight, you practically throw yourself in front of him. You have to talk to him.

“Where have you been?” Your voice trembles when you look at him. It’s barely above a whisper, and you have to thank God you aren’t in a crowded place. “Finny, I… I’ve missed you so much. Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t take it anymore… did I… did I do something wrong? Did I make you feel―”

With very little hesitation, Finny reaches to take your hand in one of his. “No! God, no, darlin’, you… you didn’t do nothin’ wrong! No… I jus’… I didn’t… I didn’t want you t’… get in trouble ‘cause of me. Your father was so cross with me, I didn’t… want him t’… get angry with you, too.”

You squeeze his hand. “… I wish you would have simply gotten me in trouble. It would have been a better fate than being without you.”

he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said

“Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone I love you, and that’s all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

Finny gives you a smile, then before you know what’s happening, he’s down on the ground. On one knee, with one hand still holding yours. “(Name), darlin’… I’m so sorry. About all this. I wanted everythin’ t’ be perfect when I asked you, so… I needed some time.”

Wait. No. Is he… is he doing what you think he’s doing?”

“I love you with all my heart. Ain’t nothin’ else in my head or my heart, but love for you.” His other hand reaches into his pocket. When it comes back out, it’s holding an unadorned, plain golden band. “I never knew my heart was still locked away, till I met you an’ it was… suddenly beatin’ on the sides of my chest tryin’ t’ get t’ yours. I set myself free once already, (Name), but… you set me free again.”

His smile only gets wider, more hopeful. “Go ask your father if you can marry me now. I think I’ll have his blessin’.”

There are tears in your eyes, and you can feel your heart pounding like Finny has done the same thing he’s said you did for him: set you free. “But… but how…?”

“Well… Lord Phantomhive mighta had somethin’ t’ do with it.” His smile turns shy, his face flushing pink. “What… what do you say, love? Will you marry me?”

The day you met him wasn’t the best day of your life. That day is today. You wouldn’t trade the day you met him for anything, though, because it made this day possible.

You don’t give him a verbal answer.

However, you think a kiss will tell him everything he needs to know.

‘cause we were both young when I first saw you.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Finny #Finnian #songfic #reader insert #romantic #drama #fluff #angst #WE GETTIN ALL THE FEELS IN HERE BABIES #one hell of a queue

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