#she was spoiled her entire youth

[fairydust-stuff]

Why the hell does Ryan Muphy try to present Rachel Berry as a hard worker?

Glee constantly talks about how hard Rachel works but we never see that. 

Whenever Rachel has real competition she either sabotages them or throws a fit until she gets her way. 

Where is the hard work? To prove she's better for the part? You know actually freaking compete! 

The only reason Mr Scue even gives her everything is she reminds him of his ex-wife and he's deluded himself into thinking she always has to be happy. Mr Schuster decided she’s a star without her doing anything to prove it. 

And of course she’s better then everyone in Lima in terms of training most parents of the people in Her small town  didn’t have millions of dollars to drop of vocal and tap dancing lessons. 

Most of the other Glee kids didn't have that kind of money or resources. So of course Rachel is going to be better than almost all of the club in terms of vocal training. She’s a big fish in a small pond. 

Rachel also undercut everyone's confidence and constantly took opportunities away from other kids that would have given them to chance to expand their horizons and improve. Which is why the others bearly get any better. They weren’t even allowed to grow as performers.  

Whenever Rachel has real competition she either sabotages them or throws a fit until she gets her way or quits. 

Where is the hard work? To prove she's better for the part? Half the time Rachel costed off mr Schusters predujists as well involving Kurt. She brags about Kurt being her biggest competition but lets be honest of course the straight girl is going to beat out the Gay kid just by virtue of being more marketible especally in a small homophobic town. So its not that impressive. 

The only reason Mr Scue even gives her everything is she reminds him of his ex-wife and he's deluded himself into thinking she always has to be happy. And is his golden goose despite her doing nothing to earn that. 

 Rachel isn’t actually a hard worker she just had more money, oprotunties handed to her bearly had any real competition and mostly whined her way to victory. As well as controlling Glee Club with such an iron fist no one was allowed to reach her level. 

#rachel berry critical #glee critical #anti rachel berry #anti ryan murphy #anti glee #no rachel didn't work for shit! #no we see her ever brush up on her stuff after rejection no! #she was spoiled her entire youth #Mercedes wasn't lazy but Rachel sure as hell was! #she wanted no competition #Rachel was bearly making it at Nyada #because she couldn't handle actual competition #the writers had to have Casandra july roll over for her! #yeah she can sing because of her vocal lessons but Rachel only did anything when she knew she'd get exactly what she wanted

[spankinganthologies]

Stepmoms from Spankingwomen

"Is there any way we can not tell my dad about this?"

On Christmas Eve, Andrea cuts a deal with her new stepmother, a woman she barely knows when you get right down to it, in order to keep her father in the dark when it comes to a few winter break transgressions. The only thing Andrea didn't realize was that her stepmother, who was only 13 years older than her, was a firm believer in old school discipline. 

When she agreed to take a spanking in exchange for secrecy, Andrea didn't realize she was going to be put over the knee to take a panties down, bare ass beating with a big nasty brush. By the time her eyes were blurry with tears, staring directly into the lights on the Christmas tree as she got her bottom blistered, she had already realized that maybe the smarter play would have been trying to charm her way out of punishment with her daddy.

(this should have happened to me fairly regularly, but it didn't)

It turned out, that despite her youthful appearance, Mary's new stepmother was rather old school when it came to matters of discipline. She knew how to handle a brat efficiently and effectively - even a brat well into her college years. Over the knee, skirt up and panties down - there was nothing Mary could say to talk her way out of it. 

And it was as if her new stepmother was making up for lost time, for all those years that Mary had gone unspanked. When she took Mary across her knees, the spanking would seem to last forever, until Mary's poor bottom was red and swollen and her throat was sore from hollering.

It's an embarrassing routine but one that Trisha knows well.

Before being taken across her mother's lap and spanked, she is required to stand naked in the corner and think about the reasons she is not being permitted to wear clothes, about why she is going to be getting a spanking, how her bottom will be burning before too long and what exactly she needs to change in her behavior to avoid a scene like this playing out again in the future. Trisha knows she will be asked about these things both while getting her butt blistered and then in the immediate aftermath as well, so she knows that she had better have some good answers.

And then, the spanking itself.

Two sessions. First, her mother's hand, which is plenty bad enough. But then a humiliating naked trek down the hall and into her mother's bedroom, crying and bottom very much reddened already, to retrieve the hairbrush and bring it back to the living room. Then back over the knee for the finale which will leave Trisha squealing as her mother spanks some much needed sense into her with that evil brush. Face covered in snot and tears, Trisha will be stood back up (not allowed to rub her bottom at all) and the lecture will continue.

Finally, it's back to the corner, still naked, while she tries to catch her breath and stop boohooing. Now, her little backside is fire engine red. Shamefully, she's very damp between her legs - something that happens whenever she gets a damn good spanking. She can't help but think about how she'll masturbate for hours later before falling asleep. Her nipples are hard and ache. But the lesson is learned. If she can be a good girl in the corner, she will be allowed to get dressed and go upstairs before her father or brother get home.

She's going to spank that defiance right out of her spoiled step-daughter. All toughness will soon melt away and the tears will come. It's quite humbling to be crying like a baby with your jeans and panties around your knees and your bum rapidly turning bright red. A good spanking can really take a brat down a peg or two!

***

If Candy's monster of a stepdaughter refused to listen to reason and continued down this path, then you can be damn sure Candy was going to do something about it.

Candy may have only been 14 years older than the bitch, but she knew in her heart she could teach her lesson. The little brat had never been spanked in her entire life and she also didn't have the guts to fight back. Even if she did, Candy could overpower her easily. She was 100% confident about that!

There was no faster path to a real and meaningful attitude adjustment than the path of a crimson behind and that was exactly the path Candy intended to take her stepdaughter down. She intended to take her over her knee, pull down her panties and give her the spanking of all spankings. Things were going to change. There was a new law of the land. 

And after she blistered that nightmare's bare bottom, Candy intended to go to the store and find a suitable hairbrush - just like the one Candy's mother had used on Candy's behind years ago - and then she was going to put that hairbrush to good use going forward. The little brat may never love her, but she was damn sure going to respect her.

(okay, I wasn't a full-blown 'monster' or 'nightmare' but I'm sure she wanted to spank me plenty hard more than a few times!)

There were plenty of lessons learned with her butt bare and her panties down around her knees. Sometimes the cane, sometimes the strap - her mother was a resourceful woman who could punish a naughty bottom with the best of them. A countless number of their "little chats" ended in tears.

Mary's new stepmother has her own ideas about how to deal with errant young ladies, no matter how old they are or how mature they think they might be. It seems like Mary is in for a rather rude awakening.

***

***

Jenny was always punished in the living room.  This sometimes proved to be awkward as there were times when her stepmother sent her to her room to wait for a spanking.  Then, when her stepmother decided she was ready, Jenny would have to come back downstairs where a chair would then be waiting in the center of the room.  It was always the same: over-the-knee, panties down and one very sorry girl.  The awkward (and most humiliating) part was the walk of shame back upstairs.  Jenny would be trying not trip over her underwear, shuffling and still crying hard as she marched her fire engine red ass to bed. 

Her stepmother was a cold, calm and firm disciplinarian. She was strict and knew how to spank.  Jenny begged her father for reprieve, claiming she was far too old to be spanked, but he just shrugged. "If you don't want to be punished, then you need to learn how to behave," he would tell her and the matter would close.

The spankings themselves were long and painful.  Both of Jenny's cheeks would be sore and swollen for days making sitting uncomfortable.  But it wasn't just her ass that her stepmother would target. Oh, no. Jenny's stepmother spanked the backs of her thighs too. Hard smacks over and over causing Jenny to shriek and kick.  Jenny would be left raw from the top of her bottom nearly to her knees.  The rest of the girls on the swim team always knew when Jenny had earned herself another spanking.

#spankingwomen #stepmom spanks #mom spanks #college

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ RED LIPSTICK ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ you feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew

word count: 2014

pairing: fem!reader x john shelby

warnings: none

The Shelby's were always your family.

From a young age, you had been a Shelby. Even though you weren't blood-related, they were more of a family than your actual family could ever be.

While you and Ada were nearest in age, you had always been closest with John.

It didn't matter whether you were two youthful teenagers messing around or two passionate lovers who tried to find their place in the world.

You and John had always been each other's priority.

So, it came as no surprise when you turned out being pregnant by John at the age of sixteen.

You and John happily married each other as Arthur walked you down the aisle.

The day that your first daughter had been born was the day that John vowed to you that he would grant you more children if that was what made you happy.

So, you had five more kids after Katie.

Even though your life was far from ideal, you still loved it with every fiber in your body.

John was an incredible husband. He was always faithful to you and constantly made an effort to spend as much time as he could with you and the kids.

A particular thing that he loved to do was to spoil you. Anytime you even merely glimpsed at a dress, the following day it would be hanging in your wardrobe.

You had frequently told John that he didn't have to purchase you expensive items, but he constantly said that he loved to do it.

Tonight, you were wearing a black dress that John had bought you for a gala that would be hosted by one of Tommy's business partners.

You were seated on the bench that stood in front of your bed as you slipped on your heels. A giggle escaped your mouth as you felt John's wet kisses on the side of your neck as he crept onto you from behind.

“John, we can't do this right now,” you said while your husband wrapped his arms around you.

“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” he muttered against the base of your throat as his hands roamed over your body.

You tilted your head back onto his shoulder, which gave him more access to your neck.

“Fucking hell, love,” John mumbled as a grin appeared on his chiseled face.

Just before he could get any further, you heard the door to your shared bedroom open, revealing your third-born son.

“Mummy! Tell Katie to stop putting makeup on me!” He cried out, entirely ignoring John who looked like he was done with his life.

John loved your kids, he really did. But he can't stop questioning why they won't ever leave the two of you alone for more than five minutes.

Fred ran over to you before leaping onto your lap as he buried his face into your neck, which John had been harassing a few moments prior.

“Bloody hell, Fred. What'd Katie do to your face?” John asked his son as he caught a glimpse of red lipstick smeared all over his face and a deep green eye shadow covering the lids of his eye.

“She put it all over my face!” He hissed while he attempted to conceal his face into your neck as deep as he could.

“That's not true, mum! He asked me to do it for him!” You heard Katie yell from her room while Fred settled down in your arms.

John let out a groan before getting off the bed to get a damp cloth to get the cosmetics off his son's face.

While he went to the bathroom, you caressed Fred's back soothingly which lulled him to sleep along with your consoling flower perfume which you had applied earlier that evening.

When John returned, you carefully turned your son in your arms before softly wiping the makeup from his face.

After having made sure that his face was spotless you stood up to carry him to his chamber while John watched you quietly.

You put Fred to bed before making sure that all of your other children were all safe and sound in their beds.

You kissed them all on their forehead as they told you a 'goodnight mum' before you switched off the light and made your way back to your shared room.

When you entered your room, you noticed John slumping against the headboard while he stared at the wall opposite of him.

“John?” You leaned against the door frame as he glanced at you before he clambered off the bed and made his way towards you.

Your husband tugged you into his taller frame while kissing you gently. He kissed the corner of your mouth before he lowered his lips to your jaw. When he reached your neck, he instantly pulled back as a disgusted look was present on his handsome features.

You furrowed your brows curiously as he stormed off towards the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.

A few moments later you followed him only to see him holding his tongue under the water.

When he looked up at the mirror where he saw your figure, he gestured to his neck as the water got all over him.

“Gret hot uhin mahuh aw awe joh ek,” he mumbled as you frowned with a perplexed look on your face.

“What now?” John rolled his eyes before repeating the same sentence. When he noticed that you weren’t going to comprehend what he said, he turned off the water before turning to you.

“Fred got fucking makeup all over your neck,” he snarled, which made you look in the mirror where you glimpsed red and green lipstick stained on your neck.

“Oh,” you simply said before grabbing a damp towel to get it off your neck while John went to change his clothes so that he would look appropriate tonight.

After having scrubbed your neck, you made your way downstairs. John was already waiting at the front door with an adoring smile on his face as you put on your coat.

“You ready love?” You nodded at your husband, taking his outstretched arm before making your way to his car.

During the car ride to the Arrow house, you chatted John's ear off, which he didn't mind even if he whined about it.

Briefly afterward, you reached your destination before you made your way inside where the rest of the Shelby's stood.

“You're finally here! I was beginning to think that you two got lost,” Arthur exclaimed as he caught sight of you.

“Nah, the kids were being pissy,” John wrapped his arm around your waist, catching the lingering stares of the men who surrounded you.

You greeted all of your in-laws before going to stand next to Tommy, who was supervising Charlie.

“How's Charlie?” Tommy turned to you, allowing his eyes to leave Charlie for the first time that night, which provided him the opportunity to take off.

“He's alright. How're the kids?”

“They're alright,” you echoed, which made his lips turn upwards slightly.

“I-” Tommy was rapidly cut off as he noticed Charlie nearing the two of you with a cheeky smile on his child like features.

You scrunched up your face in disarray at Tommy's interruption before you followed his sight line and noticed Charlie.

The young boy had slicked his hair back with water and had requested Polly to make sure that he looked decent.

The two of you silently stared at Charlie as he cleared his throat before extending his arm out towards you.

“Dear Miss. Y/l/n allow me this dance,” you noticed that he resorted to using your maiden name and that he addressed you with Miss instead of Mrs.

You and Tommy shared an amused glance before you accepted his offer.

“Of course Mr. Shelby,” you took his arm, having to bent down slightly because he was five.

He chose a spot in the middle of the room before he turned back to you and made you pick him up so that you were in the same eye line.

“You look extremely beautiful. As usual, of course,” he rambled nervously with negligibly flush cheeks while you danced softly from side to side.

“Thank you sir. You look very handsome if you ask me,” you remarked with a kind smile on your face, which made him giggle giddily.

John had been searching for you for the past ten minutes after having closed an agreement with one of their business partners.

He had felt exceptionally pleased with himself and was thrilled to tell his wife about his triumph.

When he asked Polly about your whereabouts, but she told him that she saw you last with Tommy.

So now he was making his way to his older brother who was staring off somewhere with a fond smile on his face while Arthur was cracking up beside to him.

“Tommy, have you seen Y/n? Can’t find her anywhere,” Tommy and Arthur turned towards their younger brother before they swapped an amused look.

“Careful there John-boy little Charlie is planning to steal your wife,” Arthur laughed loudly which drew in some unwanted attention.

John furrowed his brows as he followed Arthur’s finger which was pointing at Charlie, who had enveloped his legs around his wife’s waist while she swayed from side to side with a smile on her face.

“That little fucker,” John mumbled under his breath as Arthur laughed even harder if that was achievable, and a small grin arose on Tommy’s face.

Polly and Micheal drew near the brothers, having noticed them by Arthur's loud laughing.

“What’s going on?” Tommy grinned at his aunt and cousin as Arthur was practically rolling on the floor, while John didn’t keep his eyes off his nephew who had caught his stare and smiled mischievously at him which only aggravated him more.

“My nephew is a real lady’s man,” Both Polly and Micheal glanced at Charlie who was kissing your cheek while maintaining eye contact with his furious uncle.

Micheal grinned slightly as the corner of Polly’s lips turned upwards in amusement.

“I swear if he doesn’t get his fucking hands off my wife, I will,” John declared angrily before you caught them all watching you.

You smiled sweetly at your family, which made your husband smile back at you while Arthur was trying to retain his giggles.

When the song ended, you put Charlie down before he led you back towards the Shelby's who were watching you with amusement shimmering in their eyes.

John quickly took you back from Charlie, which made the small boy frown before he turned to his father.

“I want to marry Y/n,” he simply spoke.

Your eyes enlarged while you gaped at him, Arthur got into another fit of laughter while your husband looked ready to annihilate his nephew.

“No. Absolutely fucking not,” John stated, which made Charlie roll his eyes at his uncle.

“And why not?” He questioned sassy.

“She’s already married to me,” John replied, Charlie, walked over to you and held your hand while the rest of the family silently watched the scene unfold.

“So? She can divorce you,”

“She’s too old for you. She could be your mother. Besides, she’s your aunt,” Your husband looked ready to pulverize him.

“But if you two divorce, then she won’t be my aunt anymore. And any woman older than eighteen could be my mother. Didn’t you get her pregnant when she was sixteen?”

Micheal choked on his drink, and you stared at Charlie with a perplexed look on your face. Polly was full-on grinning, while Arthur was turning red from the lack of air.

“Get here you little shit,” Tommy held John back as his son backed into you, looking for your protection from your husband.

“I think you should run before your uncle catches you,” you whispered to Charlie, who nodded before taking off into the crowd.

“Well, that was fucking amazing,” Arthur spoke before downing his drink at once.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

#peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders masterlist #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #john shelby #john shelby imagine #john shelby x you #john shelby x reader #tommy shelby #polly gray #charlie shelby #arthur shelby #micheal gray

[merakiui]

https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/744520913494671360/azul-who-was-spoiled-as-a-child-so-he-believes?source=share

Mera are you not going to elaborate 👀 on how,,,, absolutely entitled tako would be with his not so subtle complex and also riddle who deserves this okay? This is all he's truly ever wanted and by golly he will see it through to the end! He can get through any trial or tribulation so long as he can put it in you

And ofc the tweels are soooooo sex brained that ur opinion doesnt even matter, they dont even have to justifying themselves bc there is no justifying- they want you? They got you!

ACTUALLY........ now that you say this, my thoughts can be expressed more succinctly!!!!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, brief mention of slut-shaming, obsession, everyone is just really horrible here)

Azul's mother and stepfather who know their son could do no wrong, so they're shocked and appalled when you start accusing him of something so disgusting. How dare you accuse him of such a horrible crime! He would never! Your parent(s) sits down with the Ashengrottos to discuss and hopefully smooth things over. Azul is so sickeningly sweet and cordial throughout the entire thing while you look scared out of your skin. You insist he's lying, that you're telling the truth, that this is what happened. But then his stepfather threatens to take the matter to court. He knows the law. In the end, you're forced to drop it because your family can't afford a trial right now.

On your way out, Azul smiles at you. Even at twenty-something, he's still their spoiled brat. So entitled! Because he got everything he could ever want from his mother when he was a child, he automatically assumes he'll have you without any problems. But you just had to reject him in elementary. You just had to make a fool out of him in front of the class. It's your fault he couldn't have the one thing he's always wanted. But now he's so much better than his past self, and this time he's not taking no for an answer.

I think it would be a similar situation with Riddle. His mother refuses to believe her son could do any wrong, and the fact that you—some slut who shouldn't be near her Riddle to begin with—have the gall to throw around such wild accusations... You must have been raised so poorly to forgo basic manners and social etiquette. Riddle apologizes profusely for causing such trouble, but his story isn't the truth. You watch him lie to his mother's face and she believes him because he's Riddle Rosehearts, the paragon of pristine perfection. Of course if you and your parent(s) continue to press the matter, Mrs. Rosehearts will threaten to sue and when you're up against the Queendom of Roses's most renowned magical doctor with her prodigious son who could never do any wrong... Surely it's impossible from the start.

Riddle does feel bad. Somewhat. Deep down he knows it's wrong, but he's never had anything special before. Everything has always been chosen for him. He's never had friends. He's never had any hobbies. He's never had a life. And when he saw how radiantly you would shine while passing through campus with your group of friends, he just had to have you. You're like those forbidden strawberry tarts from his youth. He knows it's bad, but he can't help wanting to indulge even if it breaks rules. He's been so good. Surely he's allowed one treat! If it makes you feel any better, he was just as anxious as you were when he mixed that stuff into your drink.

And the twins... oh, the twins. >_< terrible. Their mother babies them incessantly. In canon, it's noted that she tends to call them frequently (nearly every day) because she worries. So she absolutely spoils them rotten. Those are her babies; of course she will! Papa Leech is just as adoring, I'm certain, but then I feel like his love is more of a "tough love" type. In any case, the twins won't accept the word no because they're so used to just getting things. Those sturgeon scales they proudly wear? Those were won through a fight. They want and then they take. It's simple.

So the fact that you'd tell either of them no... Unheard of. All of Floyd's smiley pretenses drop when you reject him. Jade can keep up his own placidity, if only to give you another chance so that you won't whine about how unfair it was in the aftermath: "Would you like to think more carefully about your decision?"

Whatever happens, you can't say or do anything. No one's going to speak ill against the Leech family. They can't. That's just how it is.

#twisted chit chat #tw: noncon

[a-boca-do-inferno]

i’ve been losing you (michael corleone x reader) [request]

summary: Michael is used to a lot of things. Losing’s not one of them.

warnings: angst

words: 1.0k

notes: loosely based on ive been losing you by aha, and yes i kno i kno. another songfic lol enjoy.

This was long overdue. 

They were meant to be in each other’s path, but not for long. She knew that. No matter how well they got along in the old days, rejoicing in that youthful love full of energy and innocence, there would always come the time when their personalities eventually clashed too much to make it work. His reckless and cold mind could never comport her sensitive and careful one for long. Gosh, how many dinner arguments had to happen to spoil the mood for her to just accept it already?  

There was nothing left to do with Michael Corleone. He ran an empire, yet was clueless on how to keep the woman he loved close. And a king who can’t love a queen is simply no such thing.  

(y/n) takes a deep breath and raises her fist to knock on the door, but as soon as she tries to do so, it opens on its own, revealing a somewhat disturbed Michael. He has a serious, almost mad look on his face, although his entire countenance manages to be cordial. She smiles faintly as he lets her in, closing the door behind her gracefully.  

The girl walked into his office and couldn’t help but notice how tidy everything was. Nothing out of place, not a single speck of dust on any furniture. Sometimes she wished at least something was there; it’d make the place feel less...  

Michael’s.  

“Nothing”, she said, looking away when he seemed to disapprove of her blatant lie. (y/n) added, “there is nothing wrong, we just... We need to talk.” 

“You said you were staying at you mother’s”, he begins, hiding his hand in the front pockets of his pants. “What happened?”, his tone is stern, as ever, and she can’t help but contain a sigh. (y/n) clasped her hands over her stomach, feeling a little cool. She wasn’t exactly there for some hugging and cuddling, after all, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Noticing the shift in her behaviour, Michael murmurs, “(y/n)…”, and the girl turns to face him. He wore a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His brown hair was brushed back, no unruly strands fell to the sides. He was so handsome and put together. How in the world did they even end up together in the first place? Michael’s eyes were a little concerned when he demanded, coming closer to her, “tell me what’s the matter.” 

“About what?”, he gestures with one hand. “You’re making me worried”, she let out another deep sigh. This was going to be harder than she thought. Michael took an impatient step forward and gave her a questioning glance, lowering his eyes to her restless fingers. “Well?” 

“I can’t do… this anymore”, she couldn’t face him, counting the scratches of the floorboards under her feet. “Us.” 

There is a long silence before Michael speaks again. “(y/n)...”, he starts, closing the distance between them while gently taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He placed a lingering kiss on her knuckles and she instantly flinched at the gesture, taking her hand back. He gave her a pained look. “What’s going on, darling?” 

“Michael, please...”, she whispered, trying her best to maintain her composure. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.” 

“You’re leaving me?”, he rips the band-aid, and it sounds somehow even more painful when she hears it out loud. “Is that it?”, Michael insists, and she desperately looks for the emotions on his face only to find none.  

This. This was what she couldn’t take anymore. 

“I am”, (y/n)’s voice is final, as the lump on her throat takes a step back to give way for her assertiveness. That decision was made already, she merely wanted to let him know. “I know I’m hurting you, but you too know damn well there is no “us” anymore, Michael.  There is only the family business, and I came to terms with it at last. I finally understood I can’t be part of this.” 

“So, is that it?”, he repeats, but it’s clear he’s not looking for an answer. “You just wake up one day and decide to throw our family, our children, our love away? You just leave when it gets hard?”, he menacingly takes one more step closer, with almond eyes forcefully staring at the girl. “Is that it?!”, then it comes; the scream.  

And the sound is so otherworldly coming from Michael’s mouth, (y/n) has to reassure herself of her surroundings for a moment, to truly know if this is reality. Then, after the silence, there is only his look of despair towards her. She knows him well enough to understand he is distressed but won’t allow himself to engage any further in that subject for now. He is too emotional about this. Perhaps that was why Michael kept away from her more and more every day. The Don wouldn’t have his heart dictating his actions, in business or in love, and the two were helplessly intertwined when it came to his life.  

“I’m leaving”, she murmurs, holding her own body protectively. “You can visit the children whenever you want, we will be staying at my mother’s for the time being”, they exchange a piercing look. (y/n) avoids his eyes. “I love you, Michael, I truly do. But we both deserve better.” 

“This isn’t over, (y/n)”, it’s all Michael lets out, while turning his back to light up a cigarette. He blows away the smoke and nods once, pointing to the door. “Go.” 

She obeys him, because it’s so much easier to do so than to keep fighting. Before (y/n) leaves, she can’t help but think he would make her life a living hell. A shiver goes up her spine as the door shuts behind her. Michael Corleone may not be fit for a king, but he wasn’t a losing man either. She was painfully aware of that.  

“God help us all”, she mumbles to herself, walking away from the Corleone mansion for the last time. 

Or so she hoped. 

#the godfather #michael corleone #al pacino #the godfather x reader #michael corleone x reader #al pacino x reader #the godfather imagine #michael corleone imagine

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Seventeen - You're ignoring him, and it's driving him insane, luckily fate is on his side and Todd slips up.

Ch 18

TW: Todd is very mean to y/n, and Miguel fucks him up, like it's a bit graphic

You’re avoiding him, it’s been a week now, it’s obvious. You cling to Janey, Gladys, to fucking Dave, to anyone who isn’t him. You even ate lunch with Gladys. He hates Gladys. She’s a kind enough old woman, but her crucifix blinds him, and she hugs him so tightly it burns him through his clothes. And now she’s stealing you from him, wrapping you in a bubble of silver and well-meaning that keeps him from even talking to you.

Perhaps he had gone too far, or you’d been awake when he pawed at you like an animal unable to overcome his base instincts. But you showed no signs of awareness, you had curled into him, basked in his touch, your mind betrayed no thoughts of fear or deception. But now? Now you were closed to him, he didn’t think it possible, but you had unknowingly shut him out, and what little glimpses he was able to pry free were of the mundane. You forgot to get more paper towels at the grocery store, your feet hurt, you wanted some candy you randomly remembered from your youth.

“Y/N, wait up.” He calls down the hall, clipboard in hand, probing at your mind as you turned on your heel.

“Do you need help with something?” You ask him, tone perfectly pleasant, measured, polite.

He smiles, a winning, megawatt smile that he knows makes your heart flip. “I wanted to ask you the same thing.”

No reaction, you glance at your own clipboard then over his shoulder. “We’re really swamped today, I think we should each handle our own cases, it’ll get the work done faster.”

He steps closer, and you take a slight step back. “True, but you know that they say, many hands make light work.”

“They also say too many cooks spoil the broth.” You tell him, holding your clipboard in front of you like a shield.

Miguel steps back, giving you space, hand going to his neck sheepishly, he can’t read you, your mind is a wall, and his thoughts are bouncing off it so pathetically he wants to scream. “Did I do something? If I did, I apologize, I never meant to—"

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it.” You cut him off gently, giving him a small smile. It’s a pale imitation of your normal radiance, and he feels cold, covered in grave dirt clawing his way up for air again.

“Of course, I’ll see you around?” He tries, fighting the urge to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“We’re swamped, Miguel.” You say noncommittally, already heading towards the lab.

Miguel corners Janey in the kitchen, sliding her an extra bag of chips as a bribe.

“Hey Miguel, what’s up?” She asks, taking the chips and opening them.

“Is everything okay with Y/N?”

Janey chews thoughtfully. “Have you asked her if everything’s okay?”

“I tried; she’s avoiding me.”

“You think she’s avoiding you.”

“I know she is.” He says flatly, casting his gaze around the abandoned kitchen.

“Look, Miguel, breakups are hard enough as is, but when your ex is psycho and keeps finding ways to contact you, that makes it even worse.” She says, pursing her lips, disdain for Todd rolling off her in waves.

“He’s been contacting her?” He’s going to kill Todd, rip him limb from limb and leave them for the beasts to feed upon.

“Yeah, he goes between begging to get back with her and bitching her out.” She rolls her eyes. “Small dick energy, is such an ick.”

Miguel nods, though he’s not entirely sure what she means by that. Slang comes and goes so quickly, he never learns what it means until it’s too late, but he can make an educated guess for this one.

“Someone should just kill him or something.” Janey mumbles.

Someone should.

Two weeks later, he can’t believe his luck. Truly, the gods have finally blessed him because there’s Todd, standing by your car, arms crossed, a face like thunder. Miguel’s been done with work for hours, but he can’t leave until you do, can’t let you walk to your car alone in the dark without at least being within earshot. You two are one of the few people left tonight, like most nights, and the others are the night cleaning crew who put their headphones on and get to work. But now Todd is here, and you, sweet, beautiful, are still inside finishing up a report, which means he has Todd all to himself.

It’s pathetic, the way Todd all but cowers than attempt to puff out his chest, chin tilting up in defiance when he approaches. “Miguel, right? Y/N’s friend who’s got a crush on her.”

“Todd right, Y/N’s ex who cheated on her?” Miguel says, a smirk toying at his lips at the way Todd bristles.

“That’s in the past. Now that I’ve finally got her to agree to talk, she’ll see she was overreacting and run back to me.”

He can’t tell if Todd is incredibly arrogant, or incredibly stupid.

“Mind if I stay and watch?” Miguel asks, leaning against your car.

Your figure appears silhouetted by the light streaming out of the morgue’s back entrance. You’re still a good ways away, looking over your shoulder, probably wishing the night crew good night on your way out.

“You a masochist or something? Want to watch as she turns you down for me?” Todd snickers.

“Only a fool would choose you over me. I am a Duke, wealthy, powerful and you, you are nothing but a merchant’s bastard. Why would she ever love you?”

Miguel remembered when Todderick said that to him, spat in his face and had his men tear apart his shop. His consolation for the damaged goods had been the way you sat in his lap so prettily and cleaned his face with your own handkerchief, tears in your eyes as you apologized for Todderick’s behavior. He had kissed away your tears and ran his fingertips down your sides, exploring the intricate design of your gown, gazing at you in wonder.

You, who came from great wealth. A highborn lady bred to marry someone such as Todderick had rushed to his side as soon as you heard the news. You who attended to him so carefully, who reaffirmed your love for him over and over again, pleading with him to ignore Todderick’s words. He was successful, his shop did well, but the circumstance of his birth was one of shame, he could not escape that fact. You did not care though, you loved him despite the facts.

“Something like that.” Miguel drawls, raising a hand in greeting when you draw near.

“Todd? Miguel? What are you guys doing?” You ask, holding your belongings close to your chest, eyes nervously darting around looking for an escape route.

Your thoughts are loud now, you’re too tired to conceal them, whether consciously or not, and he wishes they weren’t. You’ve gone to worst case scenarios first. They’re here to hurt you, to take revenge for the upset you’ve caused them, and you know you won’t be able to fight them off.

He feels the urge to vomit. He would never, could never harm you, nor force himself upon you, and to think the thought would ever enter your mind? Born of fear or not, he wishes he was cursed to die by the sun so he could chain himself to a tree and let the morning rays set him aflame.

He purposely makes his voice calm, soothing, adjusts his posture until he feels he’s as nonthreatening as he can be. “I was heading home and saw Todd by your car. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

You believe him, even if he couldn’t read your mind he sees it in your face, in the way you shift your weight ever so slightly towards him.

“You said we could talk, I’m here to talk.” Todd says, spreading his arms wide.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I meant at a coffee shop, or a public park, not my work parking lot.”

Todd takes a step forward, Miguel watches him, alert, ready to grab him if needed. “Come on, don’t be like this.”

Miguel bites back a laugh. Like what? You’ll say, all angry and defensive.

“Like what?” You snap, just like he thought you would.

“Look, I know you still believe what you saw in the video, and I’ve accepted that I can’t change your mind, but I miss you.”

“So?”

“So, I think we can talk, and you know, there are some things you need to change for this to work but—”

“I need to change? Motherfucker, you cheated on me.” You laugh, the sound is short, bitter, piercing.

“No, I didn’t you just believe I did.”

“You’re fucking gaslighting me, again. Do you think I’m stupid?” Your eyes snap to Miguel’s burning with fury, searching for validation that you’re not crazy, that you saw what you saw.

He nods, pushing off your car and pulling himself up to his full height.

“I didn’t say that, you just don’t understand deep fakes, and what they can do with AI, it’s crazy, seriously, once we’re back together I’ll have to tell you all about it.” Todd says, reaching out for your shoulder.

Miguel clenches and unclenches his hands, eyes on you, burrowing into your own, waiting for you to do something, anything.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You say, pushing Todd’s hand away before it can land.

“You’re such a bitch.”

Your jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

Todd throws his hands up in surrender. “There, I said it. You’re a bitch y/n, a frigid bitch. A waste of my fucking time, a damn burden that I’m finally free of. Now I can go fuck somebody who isn’t broken.”

Your breath catches in your throat, tears welling in your eyes, and Miguel sees red.

I wish he’d just fucking die. Your thoughts are miserable and loud, and it is all Miguel needs to act.

 He lunges, slamming Todd into your car, the metal creaking under the force of the blow.

“Y/N, get in my car, close your eyes.” He growls, not even looking over his shoulder as he tosses you his car keys. He’s parked on the other side of the lot, and he hears your frantic footsteps dart off in that direction.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Todd wheezes, panic bright in his eyes.

He doesn’t answer, his fist slamming into Todd’s jaw over and over again, hand bloodied, the crack of bones and teeth along with the rasps of breath from Todd’s punctured lung fill the air.

“Stop, stop, shit, please, dude, fucking roid rage ass, if I die, you’re going to jail.” Todd coughs out, one eye swollen shut.

Miguel laughs, fangs elongating, claws digging into Todd’s skin.

Todd’s one open eye widens. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.”

“You didn’t listen, Todderick; I swore I’d kill you if you ever hurt y/n. Now, perhaps I did not make myself painfully clear, but actions have consequences. You made my wife cry, so now I am going to kill you.”

Miguel grabs Todd’s jaw, wrenching it closed as he bites down, ripping his throat out in one clean motion before spitting it out onto the pavement. It’s the same with his limbs, letting them fall to the ground until there’s nothing but a mess of flesh and bone. It’s quick work, his breathing heavy as he tosses Todd’s mangled body into the woods, near a wolf’s den he spotted months before. The wolves will eat well, and he has satiated his need for revenge.

It will rain tonight, the storm will wash away the blood, no one will notice, he’s killed before, they never notice.

TL: @obi-mom-kenobi, @poutysprouty, @oharasfilipinawife, @laysmt, @cicithemess, @unabashedcroissanttreefan, @lynxslokley, @thedevax, @generalkenobitrash, @keiva1000, @wilmontana987, @caslistener, @lotionlamp, @chrishy973, @havkjhdecs, @nyctophilic0vitnir

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #morgue miguel #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #vamp!au #vamp!miguel #vampire!miguel o'hara

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Strawberry Wine: Part 1

pairing: barn au: danny x fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: you'd spent the whole summer tormenting the new barn hand, but things were finally reaching that inevitable tipping point where you two would either fall in love or fall apart... or both

word count: 4.5k

warnings (for this part): language, dirty talk, ~digital penetration~, something to do with a hayloft...?, praise/degradation all that good stuff (18+ MINORS DNI)

a/n: this one is dedicated to my youth spent riding horses, everyone who likes imagining danny in levi’s and a cowboy hat, and “strawberry wine” by deana carter

***

Even without the heaviness of the southern July sun and that infamous humidity, you would still be hot under the collar.

You seemed to always wear a scowl. Perhaps it was because the muscles of your face were permanently screwed-up in a sun-blinded squint, or it was because Daniel never let you win a single argument. 

Susannah– your mother and owner of the Nightingale Ranch– had hired the man to help around the barn– feeding the horses and cleaning the stalls and that– but she also had a not-so-secret hope that maybe her only daughter would take a bit of a liking to him. You were always a lone wolf, howling at the moon and snarling at any human– specifically the male type– who got too close.

Daniel Wagner was only the latest victim of your bared teeth; you’d ruthlessly torn out the throats of three other barn hands in recent years, mercilessly tormenting them until they quit the job, citing “workplace tension” to Susannah as the reason for their seething resignations. But despite your constant raised hackles towards him, Daniel stayed. And he stayed with a shit-eating smile.

***

“Wagner, how many times do I have to tell you not to feed Chief until after the 4 o’clock lessons?” you scolded with a bite in your voice.

He flashed a teasing grin at you, carrying a saddle towards the tackroom.

“At least one more time.”

You stomped your boot on the packed-dirt floor of the stable, knuckles planted firmly on the waistband of your jeans. You knew tugging on the horse’s lead rope would be completely in vain, so rather, you focused your frustration at the man walking brazenly down the line of stalls.

“You know I need him for one of my riders, and he won’t do shit when he’s got food in front of him.”

“Come on, that spoiled little priss can ride any other horse here. She doesn’t always need to ride Chief. Put her on Tucker today.” 

Scoffing, you marched after him, following him towards the dusty tackroom, the saddles and pads lining the walls making the entire room smell like leather and sweat.

“And who are you to tell me which horses to put my riders on? I’ve known these horses my whole life, and I’ve been teaching lessons for three years.”

Daniel grunted a bit as he lifted the saddle up to one of the higher slots, reaching his arms above his head then turning to you, catching your eyes flickering to the glimpse of torso you got as his shirt lifted.

“My bad. I forgot that you're just so far above me, heiress."

You bristled at his nickname. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Exactly why I do it– heiress.”

Since your mother owned the barn and all the horses, you were the technical “heiress” of all of it, just as your mother was. But Daniel always made it sound like you were some rich princess, rather than the granddaughter of an honest man who built that barn and raised all the horses. 

You grabbed a saddle from the rack, begrudgingly heading towards Tucker’s stall and tacking up the flea-bitten grey stallion. You would never admit that he was a perfect fit for your rider in the absence of Chief.

After the lesson, the little girl dismounted Tucker, going on and on how she wanted to ride him every week rather than Chief. There was no way in hell you could ever let Daniel know. 

You led Tucker back down from the lesson ring to the stable, both of you covered in sweat and desperate for a cool breeze. Once his tack was off, you patted his soaked side, feeling his huge lungs expanding and contracting rapidly, panting.

“I know, me too. Hotter than hell out there today. Let’s get you a bath, huh?”

The sun was setting over the barn, so you decided to take Tucker out back to the pasture to cool him off, rather than using the hose right outside the barn. The grass was soft and green, and the cicadas were starting to sing. You looked to your left to see Daniel hunched over the broken fence, placing a fresh plank of wood and nailing it in. The incessant noise of the hammer was spoiling what would have been an otherwise peaceful moment.

“Do you mind?” you called over to him. Daniel looked up in the direction of your voice, and a smile dissolved the concentration etched in his face. You could have sworn for a moment that he was happy to see you.

“Susannah said I have to get this done before I leave today. So… no. I don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes and led Tucker towards the water pump, feeling the heavy softness of his hoofbeats resounding in the ground under your feet. Trying to focus on the sunset and the rousing song of cicadas rather than the pounding of Daniel’s hammer, you cranked the handle of the pump a few times, waiting for water to come out of the hose you had attached to it. 

After a few more cranks and crouching down on your knees to see what the matter was, you were about to give up on the old thing and go back to the barn to give Tucker his bath, until water exploded from the pump, sending the hose flying off and soaking you to the skin. You shouted a curse and tumbled backward in surprise, landing in the grass.

Daniel’s loud cackles from across the pasture were not welcome.

And of course you had decided to wear a white t-shirt today.

“Did Tuck get any of that water or no?”

You growled in frustration, reattaching the hose to the pump and finally getting some water to come out. You grabbed the hose tightly, wishing it was Daniel’s neck. 

“Do you wanna come do this? Considering bathing the horses is part of your job description?” You shouted as you shook the hose, coaxing the low-pressured water out from it. Your wet shirt was sticking to your skin, making the nagging heat of the day even more insufferable.

Daniel took the nail he was holding between his teeth and dropped it in his toolbox, closing it up. He gave the fence one last look-over before sauntering over to you. You tried to hide behind the horse to cover yourself; now that your shirt was practically see-through, your black bra was prominently making its presence known.

“Go home, Daniel.”

He didn’t stop walking towards you.

“But I thought you wanted me to bathe Tuck?”

He was close enough now that you had to physically angle your body away from his eager eyes. You watched as his gaze shifted from your chest to your face and back again.

“Black, huh? I always pictured you in pink,” he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes shot open wide at his baiting tease, and words came flying out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be picturing me in anything!”

Daniel cocked his head, his smirk widening and a laugh bubbled from his chest.

“Alright then. I won’t.”

Your jaw dropped, then you clenched it up tight, hating the fact that a blush was rising to your cheeks. Maybe you could blame it on your anger. Or the summer heat. But the idea of Daniel imagining you naked made your whole face burn pink.

“I said, go home.” Your voice was quieter now, but there was still an unmistakable venom to it.

Daniel chuckled and shook his head, putting his toolbox down in the grass and extending his hand for the hose. 

“Come on, give it to me. I’m the barn boy, so I’m the one who has to keep the heiress’ perfect hands from getting all dirty.”

You kept a tight clutch on the hose, skimming the water from Tucker’s coat with your other hand. At this point, you thought your teeth might crack. Daniel moved closer to you, keeping his hand outstretched.

“Y/N, come on, let me have it.”

“No. I know what you’re trying to do. If you get the hose, you’re gonna bathe everything but the horse. And I’d rather not get any more wet than I already am.”

You heard Daniel snicker a bit, and you instantly regretted your choice of words.

“You’re fucking impossible, Wagner,” you grumbled.

He grinned, moving even closer. Leaning down, his voice was low and taunting, almost whispering in your ear.

“But you like me anyways.”

Immediately, you turned the hose on him, relishing in the brief look of surprise in his eyes as he instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. You didn’t let up, bending down to crank the handle of the pump to produce even more water for your attack.

A devilish grin crossed your face as you watched Daniel try and back away, but it was too late. His shirt was already drenched and clinging to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen underneath. 

Before you knew it, Daniel was upon you and wrestling the hose from your grip. You yelped as you felt the water soak your hair and pour into your eyes.

“Daniel!” you shouted, trying to push him away, but one of his strong arms was wrapped tightly around you, keeping you held fast as he laughed and let the remainder of the water drain from the hose.

Sputtering, you wrenched yourself out of Daniel’s arms, stumbling slightly, trying to keep a grip on Tucker’s rope.

“Fucking dick!” you shouted, sweat and sunscreen stinging your eyes.

Daniel just shrugged and smiled, wiping his wet curls from his face.

“Oh, so you can dish it out, but you can't take it?”

“I swear to God, Wagner, I’m going to get you fired.”

He dropped the dripping hose into the grass, taking the horse’s rope from your hand as you kept trying to get your eyes to open without them burning. 

“Susannah loves me. There’s no way in hell she’d fire me.”

“Then quit,” you growled, starting to make your way through the pasture, back towards the barn.

Daniel chuckled, following close behind you and leading the horse with him. 

“Aw, but if I quit, that means you’d never get to tease me again. And that’s your favorite thing in the world.”

“My favorite thing in the world is watching you leave the barn at the end of every day so I don’t have to be around you anymore,” you shot back.

“You watch me leave every day? Someone’s obsessed,” he teased in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your fists and continued your trudge back to the barn, not turning around or responding to Daniel. When you got back, the sun had fully set, and your mother was standing at the back entrance of the barn, watching as two soaking wet figures and a horse approached. You heard her mutter something like “I don’t even want to ask” before turning and heading up towards your house, which was a short walk from the barn. 

The lights inside the barn were warm and cozy, the heat of the day still lingering. Your body was still simmering with anger as you squeezed out your hair. You turned to take Tucker’s rope from Daniel, but he didn't let go.

“I’ll put him away.” His voice was surprisingly soft, and he was wearing a warm smile as opposed to his usual roguish grin. You stared up at him, in a bit of shock– and hating how the sight of him looking down at you made your heart flutter.

“No–”

“Do you not trust me to put the horse back?”

“I don’t trust you being in the barn alone.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Set all the horses loose?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Come on, heiress, I love these horses just as much as you do.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to speak, but Daniel cut you off with a wave of his hand as he started walking Tucker back towards his stall.

“I know, I know, ‘I grew up with these horses,’ ‘I know them better than anyone,’ blah, blah, blah. Ok, I love these horses just a little bit less than you. Better? Are you gonna correct me on that, too?”

You cocked your head proudly, biting back a smirk. 

“No.”

“Alright then.” Danny removed Tucker’s lead rope and hung it up on the nail outside his stall, turning the lock on the gate. He turned to you, giving you a dramatic bow. “Am I dismissed, heiress?”

Without a word, you turned to leave, but you felt a firm grip on your wrist. Danny pulled you back to face him, suddenly very close to you. You could feel the heat of his muscular body radiating off of him, making you flush even hotter. Your breath hitched in your throat. Once again, his eyes flickered down from your face, catching on the areas of your body that your soaked white shirt revealed. His voice was low and smooth, sending goosebumps up and down your skin.

“Am I dismissed?”

You looked back and forth between his dark eyes, swallowing hard. Daniel smirked at your apparent speechlessness. 

“Well, heiress?”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, but your voice had lost all its usual force. Daniel’s closeness and the heat of his eyes was like anti-venom, sucking out all your bite and resentment. His hand travelled slowly from your wrist up your arm.

You backed away, shuddering slightly.

“Go home," you said, your voice sharp and trembling.

Daniel stood back up to his full height, rolling his shoulders back. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

~~~

You didn’t speak to Daniel at all the next day, practically shivering with unresolved tension. He knew something was up when you didn’t say a single word to him when he once again fed Chief before 4 o’clock; instead, you headed straight to Tucker’s stall without so much as a glance in his direction. He watched you with an eager smile quickly fading from his face as he realized you weren’t going to engage. 

After you finished your last lesson of the day, you decided to retrieve your favorite horse– a beautiful dapple grey mare called Guinevere– from her stall for a sunset trail ride. The trail wound through the thick woods that stood behind the barn, just beyond the pasture. There was a lusciously cool breeze blowing, like the Earth was sighing at the end of a long day. You sighed with it, unable to shake Daniel from your mind. 

You plodded along the trail on the back of Guinevere, enjoying the feeling of her slow, steady movements beneath you, unimpeded by a saddle. Riding bareback was your favorite way to unwind; you let your mind drift away, lulled by the warmth of your horse and her dependable gait. 

A flash of a wispy black shadow flickered through the trees. The burning gold of the setting sun almost made it look like smoke from a fire before you realized it was the tail of Ares.

“Hello?” you called through the woods, wondering if someone else was there, or if Ares had broken the lock on his stall with a kick of his powerful hooves and escaped. It wouldn't be the first time.

“Y/N?”

Of course. Ares was Daniel’s favorite horse in the barn.

Daniel came trotting around a bend in the trail, saddled up on the tall black horse. He held the leather reins in one hand, forgoing a helmet for his weathered Stetson. You internally scolded him for his blatant disregard for personal safety, but you couldn’t help but think that he almost looked like something off the cover of a Western romance novel, with the golden light shining through his dark curls and illuminating his tanned skin. And him taking a liking to the most notoriously difficult horse in the barn made it even more cliche.

“You shouldn’t be out on the trails. Don’t you have work to do?”

Daniel shrugged and urged his horse closer to you. “I finished everything before 3 o’clock. You know, I do my job a lot better when you’re not constantly torturing me all day.” Something in his voice almost sounded regretful-- like he missed your taunts. But he hid it well behind that damned charming smile.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you nudged Guinevere’s mane to turn her around, starting to head back towards the barn. The trail ride wasn’t worth it if it meant having to be out there with Daniel.

He noticed your wordless retreat. Surrendering wasn't like you. “Relax, heiress, I’m done out here. I was just taking Ares back and then heading home for the day.”

You turned Guinevere back around, facing Daniel once more. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving you a look of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, urging Guinevere forwards, passing Ares. “Nothing,” you muttered. You were glad to leave Daniel behind you, so you didn’t have to try and hide the utter longing in your eyes anymore. Ever since last night, you yearned to be close to him again. But the very fabric of your being wouldn’t allow that.

“I’ll stay at the barn until you get back. In case you need anything.”

“I’m fine,” you called back to him, already disappearing through the trees. "See you tomorrow.”

There was nothing but silence behind you, until you finally heard Ares’ heavy hoofsteps grinding on the gravel at the trailhead. You let out a deep breath. 

You tried to enjoy your ride, but not even Guinevere’s gentle presence could calm you. She could sense that you were uneasy, her head on a constant pendulum swing as she looked around the darkening woods for any sign of danger. But she didn’t know that the danger was only in your mind– the irrevocable, perilous danger of falling for a boy. 

Guinevere carried you back up to the barn, and you were surprised to see that the lights were still on. Usually when you came back from your late trail rides, the barn was dark and empty, the only sounds being the sorts and sighs of the horses. You assumed your mother was sitting in the small makeshift "office," perhaps finishing up some work.

You got Guinevere all cozy in her stall, giving her some loving pets and a kiss on her nose. But before you could close the gate, you noticed that her bucket of food was emptier than usual. You decided to head towards the back of the barn and climbed the ladder to the hayloft, where you kept a stash of treats specifically for Guinevere. A burlap bag of apples was your goal, but your mind instantly shifted when you saw a figure sat up against the hay bales.

Your heart shot to your throat and you almost fell back off the ladder in fright, but the figure reached out from the shadows to grab your wrist.

“Daniel! What the hell are you still doing here?” you whisper-shouted as he pulled you from the ladder up into the dark loft. The barn lights didn’t exactly reach that area, but you could still see his flickering smile, like a candle in the night.

“I told you I’d wait here if you needed anything,” he said, settling himself back against a hay bale, one leg kicked out.

You shook your head, sighing, trying to get your breathing to slow. “In the hayloft?”

“Where better?” He said, outstretching his arms, looking around at the space, then locking his eyes on you.

The entire reason for your being up there was forgotten. “Seriously, why are you up here?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I like it up here. It’s quiet. And I get a good view of the stable. Figured I’d get some payback and watch you go home this time rather than the other way around.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, that familiar frustration you felt towards him starting to simmer. “I told you to leave an hour ago, Wagner. You know I don't trust you to be in the barn alone.”

“Why are you always trying to get rid of me?” he asked with a stupid grin.

“Because I hate you.” You spoke bluntly, with the intention to hurt him. Anger was curling off your skin like smoke. But your words bounced off of him– he saw right through you and locked onto the desire bubbling just under your surface.

“You don’t hate me. You hate the way I make you feel.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you think you make me feel? Other than angry?” Your voice was louder than it probably should have been.

“Turned on,” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re full of shit, Wagner.” You snarled, ready to rip him to shreds.

“But I’m right, aren’t I?” he said, standing up. “I turn you on. I get you all bothered, and if my assumptions are correct, I’m the first person that’s ever made you feel this way.”

You chuckled bitterly: an attempt to bring him down a peg, as well as to mask the sensations stirring within you. “You’re definitely not the first.”

Daniel cocked his head, and you instantly realized your mistake. You just admitted that he turns you on. You exclaimed, stomping your feet and clenching your fists. You were seconds away from digging your claws into him.

“That’s not what I meant–!”

You bumped into a stack of hay bales behind you. You hadn’t even realized you were backing up. Daniel was stalking towards you, his eyes intense.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what you meant.”

Before you could say another word, Daniel moved as close to you as he was last night, his breath fanning across your face. One of his hands grabbed the side of your face, holding you fast. You were about to protest, and Daniel could sense it, so he leaned his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

His lips were almost touching yours, his eyes fluttering as his breath grew heavier. His closeness almost felt like static electricity; sparks flew between your lips as they threatened to collide. Panting already, you swallowed hard as he pressed his sturdy body into yours.

“Tell me you don’t want this, heiress.”

The tension was so thick that you could see it– you could see it in the twitch in the corner of Daniel’s mouth, in the imperceptible flare of his nostrils, in the lift of his eyebrows. Months of teasing and taunting were coming to their inevitable head right before your eyes, right in front of your face. 

You didn’t tell him to stop.

He seized your face with both hands and pulled it to his, your lips slamming together in a kiss like a firecracker, setting the both of you aflame.

Your head felt hollow, weightless– but the feeling of Daniel was quickly filling it like water. He pressed you against the hay bale as the kiss deepened, one of his hands skimming down your body and squeezing your waist. You found yourself clutching at his shirt, almost like you wanted your bodies to exist in the exact same spot, with no space between them. You wanted to live inside him. 

Daniel let out a grunt, meeting your whiny sigh as his tongue pushed into your mouth, finally tasting you for the first time. His body bucked into you slightly, forcing you harder against the hay bales. 

You gasped into his mouth as you felt his thigh shove itself between your legs, applying delicious pressure on your most sensitive spot. He smirked against your lips as he started moving his leg back and forth.

“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he spoke in a soft, provocative tone, taking your little moans as a sign to keep going. “See what I can make you feel when you stop fighting me?”

You practically growled into his mouth, curling your fists around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tighter against you. He let out a little grunt of surprise, falling into you.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked down at you.

Your voice was nothing but a breathy whisper. You were just staring at his lips. “Shut up and kiss me, Wagner.”

He kept kissing you deeper and deeper, unable to get enough of you. His fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt for a moment or two before slipping underneath the fabric to feel the soft warmth of your bare skin at your stomach. His hand was soon splayed out, his palm rubbing your waist and traveling up towards your ribs, holding you tight.

You were pinned against the hay bales by Daniel’s weight. His fingers started working at the button and zipper of your jeans, not wasting a moment before stroking your clit over your panties with the pads of his fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath, your head falling back.

Daniel chuckled darkly, and you knew he was feeling how wet your panties were. “What was that about me not turning you on? You’re soaked just from bickering with me, sweetheart.” 

Before you could shoot back, he pulled your panties to the side and made direct contact with your swollen clit, making you choke on any words you were about to fling at him. Daniel raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in a mock look of surprise, mimicking your pitiful moment of submission.

You started grinding your hips against his fingers, instantly addicted to the friction his arousal-slicked, rough fingertips provided you. Daniel smirked, enjoying watching you already coming apart for him. 

“Yeah? My fingers feel good against your cunt, don’t they?”

All you could do was nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he slipped his fingers inside you, forcing a moan from your throat. The movements of your hips didn’t stop as you fucked yourself on his thick fingers. He matched your rhythm, hissing at the way you clenched around his fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fucking tight…”

A coil was twisting itself mad in the pit of your stomach, begging to be snapped. Daniel could tell how close you were by the crease between your eyebrows and your desperate gasps for air.

“Aw, is the heiress gonna cum on my fingers? Make the barn boy’s hands all dirty like they should be?”

You nodded frantically, mere moments from your peak.

“I bet you don’t even touch this filthy pussy with your fingers… would be such a shame to get your hands dirty, right?”

“Daniel–” you squeaked, warning him of your impending release.

“Maybe I should take care of this little cunt of yours as part of my daily chores.”

You whined as your head fell forward against his shoulder, your movements becoming frenzied as you edged closer and closer to that blissful explosion of pleasure.

“I know. Give it to me, sweetheart. Make a mess of me.”

A moan clawed up from your chest as you began to convulse, your vision going white for a moment as your entire body erupted with wanton delight. Daniel held you upright with an arm tight around your waist as your legs gave out. You clung onto him as the waves crashed against you. You could vaguely hear Daniel whispering words of praise in your ear. 

“That’s it– yeah, that’s it, good girl… good girl.”

A few moments passed before you could string a coherent thought together. You were panting, trying hard to swallow past your dry mouth. You could hardly believe what just happened– it was like your brain wasn’t allowing you to process it.

Daniel smiled at your disheveled state, picking bits of straw out of your hair.

“So, I think it’s safe to assume that you don’t actually hate me, right?” Daniel said, breaking the silence and grinning teasingly.

He slid his fingers out of you and buttoned up your jeans. Before you could speak, he was already tipping his hat with a crooked smile and descending the ladder, leaving you swaying and trying to remember your name.

"Goodnight, ma'am."

***

PART TWO

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[tearskillstardust]

❝MY LETTER TO YOU, MY DARLING❞

002. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎—meet me where the sky meets the earth.

📬 there's a letter for you in your mailbox!

My delicate blossom,

Barely a few weeks have passed in your absence yet the storm of your thoughts fail to leave my mind. Worries, anxieties, fears—they plague my mind. You're more capable than I, this I know, yet I can't help but worry about you. You've always been so kind, please take care of yourself for me.

Life as a Commissioner is never easy—you would know. But it's even harder when you're surrounded by fools. Allow me to narrate you a small incident from the previous day—

I and Ayaka had been patrolling around the city to check in the applications of some of our new regulations regarding the promotion of Inazuman culture amongst the youth. Certainly, it was a fun affair, even more so with my sister by my side. Suddenly, a caterer, in extreme hurry, collided straight into my sister, not only knocking her down, but also spoiling her skirt. No doubt I was furious—and the man was a foreigner at that, entirely unaware of who I or Ayaka was.

He would refuse to apologize to the lady even with my cold side glances, our guards' angered outbursts and Thoma's sharp words, and it wasn't until the detective, Shikanoin Heizou interrupted on the scene that a solution could be found—one where the man not only would have to pay a penalty—about which I frankly do not care—but also spend three months in jail for violating the Inazuman code of conduct and troubling the members of noble families.

Now that I think back, it was certainly a bit harsh, yet not unnecessary. He and some of the others had to be taught the strictness in conduct to be followed on the Inazuman lands.

Now it just feels like I'm ranting.

Let's put all this aside and speak of something more lovely—if you think back to an year, exactly under the blossom behind the Kamisato Estate, you'll remember our first kiss. I believe I never honestly spoke of what I felt then but I will now, in order to express how much I've only ever harboured love for you in my heart.

It felt as though my innate wish had come true—if I did not know salvation, then I did in that moment. It was simply your heart against mine, yet the extremity of the love I felt in that moment was akin to what the sun feels for the moon, or the thorn for its rose, or the sky for the earth.

Unattainably, so.

But I could attain you—I still wonder if I deserve it sometimes. When I watch you showering love over all, or putting in your best effort just so that a mere plant doesn't die, I see what love truly means. I'm not so great in comparison, barely a dot is my love in comparison to yours, yet it is my ultimate offering to you. Would you accept it, Goddess?

Laying my heart out wouldn't be the best prospect, all things considered so as an offering, I'll send chocolates (your favourite coffee ones), flowers and a book I believe will keep you entertained when you're bored. I hope it'll be to your liking, I spent quite some time looking for it. This occasion ought be grander, but you're not with me right now, and this shall have to suffice. If you understand the undertones, then yes, I'm quite upset that you're not with me so come back soon.

Ayaka is doing excellent, except that she's been lonelier since you've left. Thoma and Sayu are in good health as well. Yoimiya sends you her best wishes, and hopes for your safe return. Itto mentioned something about missing the small spars with you, and also hoped that you'll be doing well. And, I, well am quite lonely and sincerely hope for your return.

Take care of yourself, and do not indulge in carelessness.

Yours truly,

Ayato.

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

Movie Watchers 🌺Could you do a little something with him? He and the reader watch a movie but he wants to be close to her so she ends up in his lap and you know fluff ! 💜

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺 (Could you do Duncan vizla,the joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are to drunk to do it themselves 💛

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Mysterious Cafe Meet Up 🌺 Bucky meets a girl who helps him with his writer's block

New Arm Who This? 🌺 The good old’ ‘Bucky is insecure because of his arm’ trope because I'm a sucker for it

Safe Haven🌺 You and Bucky share a secret place together where you escape when the world gets too loud.

Plum Market 🌺inspired by the gif where Bucky is holding plums

Fluff Alphabet🌺

Kiss Me Like You Miss Me 🌺Bucky wants Y/n

Bubble Bath Confessions 🌺Bucky + Bubbles = piece of heaven

Celebrating The New Year With Bucky🌺

Meeting Yoga!Bucky🌺

Did You Get Nervous Over A Rose? 🌺Bucky is building his communication with his love Y/n

Having A Secret Relationship With Bucky Barnes

DIFFERENT AUs

His Little Rose (Demon!AU)🌺

Feeling Complete(Mobster!AU)🌺

STORIES

Kisses In Front Of The Door (PART 1 OF 2)🌺 Bucky loves to kiss

Maybe A Wedding For Us? (PART 2 OF 2) 🌺 Bucky loves to ask you something while you two dance

Youth (PART 1 OF 2) 🌩️ inspired by Shawn Mendes’s song Youth

Youth (PART 2 OF 2) 🌩️Bucky’s thoughts after the snap

SHORT IMAGINES

Not The Marriage Type?🌺

Finding Bucky’s Old Videos🌺

Bucky Telling Steve He Has A Partner🌺

Reuniting With Bucky 🌺

Baking Cookies 🌺

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[therealvinelle]

I love the Agatha Christie question!

Who are your HP/Twilight faves in the Christie universe? (Who’s the opportunist who knows too much and dies for it? Who’s the conman killer who courts the girl to avoid suspicion? Who’s just trying to take a holiday and gets caught-up in a murder? Who are the dynamic mystery-solving duo who realize they are in love by the end of the novel? etc.).

I mean, that is kind of what The Man Who Would Be King (and secret fic) (both cowritten with @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin) have already become. We have our murder victim, Alphard, a very rich man with a colorful family, and possibly his sister, we have our unlikely detectives in Voldemort, Lily Potter, and Alphard himself. It may not be the center of the story but it's a large part of it.

In other words my answer for Harry Potter would somehow spoil all my present and future fics so I won't.

As for the Twilight version...

I vote we do it wealthy dysfunctional family style, it's most natural.

A patriarch is poisoned

Carlisle Cullen, a very wealthy man with powerful enemies, nonetheless dear to those around him and blessed with more friends than most, is found dead in his office one morning. Cause of death? Murder.

The police, caught on the detail that Dr. Cullen was a vampire and vampires are real, what the fuck is this on the doctor's autopsy table and is he going to wake up again and drink all our blood?, are little use in the investigation. Scotland Yard is soon brought in, and using Chief Swan's connections with the family they get a better picture of Dr. Cullen's life.

His family wasn't looking to inherit him anytime soon, as he was immortal. None of them were having money troubles however, all were independently wealthy.

He had made enemies of a thousand-year-old clan of powerful vampires, who on hearing that his murder is being investigated like this get very upset. Supposedly the victim lived with them in his youth (and inspector Craddock cries when he learns the timeline for this murder goes back to the 1600s. Are they going to have to bring historians in on this murder??), he might have known something

Oh what's that? The victim had a whole network of friends across the globe, who are all killers, and he knew everyone's secrets? ... do we have the budget to investigate this?

The victim was also living next to a tribe of magical shapeshifting wolves evolved specifically to kill his kind. They liked him best and had a line in their treaty that "he dies last". Not sure what to do with this information

Rosalie Hale missing person case from 1933 solved: Carlisle Cullen adopted her. Was she recognised, did someone piece it together, and was Carlisle killed in retribution?

The victim lived a fake life of fake papers. Could be important, except it's the most normal thing about this case.

The police wonder how this man didn't get murdered sooner, and are stretched so thin the investigation is going slowly.

So, Renesmee gets to be our plucky detective du jour, as she decides to see if she can help. Surely there is no harm in her poking around, and she's well liked around the vampire world so there might be answers she can get that human police can't, partly because policemen keep getting eaten.

She slowly narrows it down to the horrible realization that it was someone in the family, and she learns terrible things.

Jasper Hale wasn't Jasper Hale at all! He was a friend of Jasper's in the newborn army who wanted a new life, and who in the wake of Jasper's suden and unexpected death assumed his identity. He had Peter bite his entire face so he'd be scarred like Jasper had been, and vouch for this blond vampire most definitely being Jasper Hale. Peter later had to die because he Knew Too Much, and so did Charlotte, regrettably. Fake Jasper did however not kill Carlisle.

Edward seems a prime suspect, he is an angry and resentful young man who acts out. Everyone thinks he did it, and that Bella should certainly marry Jacob, the safer option. Much upheaval is had, however, once Renesmee is able to clear Edward's name and he meaningfully links arms with Bella. They sail off into the sunset with their inheritance.

Rosalie is a beautiful, cold, intimidating woman, the femme fatale sort who's surely conniving. It's a bit of a mystery why she married that poor fool Emmett, but it's clear to all she doesn't love him. No clear motive from her, other than the money she would inherit, but she's just so suspicious. Her alibi is ambiguous, she claims she was with Esme and Emmett but what if Esme and Emmett are lying to protect their daughter and wife? Superintendent Battle wonders about that.

Renesmee is at a loss.

And then she realizes that it's not Rosalie who acts like she doesn't love Emmett, it's Emmett who acts like he doesn't love her! And Esme's grieving widow act is just that, it's an act!

Renesmee realizes that Emmett and Esme are lovers, and killed Carlisle together. Esme committed it while Emmett tricked Rosalie into giving her an alibi. Renesmee realizes this once she has a "But Rosalie couldn't have seen Esme from that angle!" moment.

The plan was too pin Rosalie for the murder, see her hanged, and then in due time the mourning widowers would marry, happily entitled to all the money they couldn't have touched if they'd divorced. Also Rosalie was Catholic so she wouldn't have agreed to a divorce.

The two lovers are confronted, and Esme pulls out a tiny pearl-studded gun from her shoe, says "We tried, my love. I regret nothing" before shooting first Emmett, then herself.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Your dragon boss saves you from marriage

General Plot: You're engaged to a dragon prince, but you aren't exactly thrilled. Neither is your boss.

Dragon (Calista) x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

W: slight yandere vs. yandere vibe, sfw dragon fluff, threats of bad haircuts

“Put that down (Y/N),” your boss Calista growled in her irish accent, “you’re not even supposed to be here today, love. Fox is gonna piss ‘imself if you’re not at the hair salon.” 

You blinked up at her and froze with the reports in your hand. 

“Do I really have to go?” you groaned. 

She gave you a quick sympathetic look but schooled her face. Calista didn’t care for your fiance and her nephew Fox. His clan of dragon shifters had all but adopted you when you were a teenager and it turned out the payment for that kindness was his father expecting the two of you to be married.

You weren’t even a dragon, but Fox was a spoiled dragon prince and he got what he wanted. He wanted you to be his wife so his father put aside eons of tradition to declare you, a random human commoner, to be his fiance. 

The two of them had been picking out wedding venues and dragged you to a dozen samplings from everything from wine to cake to florists. Fox thought you were the cutest, tiniest human and wanted to do nothing more than dress you up like a cupcake and prance you all around in front of his friends, showing off his improvements. He’d gotten you braces to straighten your teeth and paid for expensive facial treatments to fix your acne.  

If it weren’t for him and his father you would have never graduated college or gotten this killer job as an accountant for Calista. You owed them everything, still…you just weren’t in love with Fox. Sure, he was handsome. He was eight feet tall with pretty red horns and golden skin, but he was a bit immature and he treated you like you were dumb as a rock, even though you’d done most of his homework for him in college. 

Calista sighed and rubbed her eyes, seeming to be working on some inner conflict. 

“I’ll escort you,” she finally said, taking the papers out of your hands and flopping them on your desk. 

Your phone rang and you groaned when you read Fox’s name on the screen. 

“H-hello?” you said into the phone. 

“(Y/N) the salon called and said you missed your appointment. Don’t tell me you forgot about our dinner tonight and went to work, silly girl?” he chuckled into the phone, “you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck! You’ll have to go to the hair salon after the nail salon and then the stylist.” 

Of course you didn’t forget. You didn’t want to go. Fox had been going on and on about you getting a different haircut before the wedding and how cute it would make your face, but you didn’t want to cut your hair. 

You were supposed to be preparing for a royal dinner with all of his prissy dragon prince friends from across the country who had flown in for the celebration. He only wanted to show you off, you wouldn’t be expected or even allowed to speak. 

You were supposed to look cute while he talked about what a saint he was for marrying a human, even though this was all his idea in the first place. He loved to go on and on about how he and his father had rescued you from poverty, but that wasn’t entirely true. 

Calista is the one who had discovered you initially. She’d been volunteering with young women at a math bootcamp put on for underprivileged youth and you’d been the teen she’d been assigned to. She’d been impressed with your intelligence, even though you didn’t have any natural aptitude for mathematics and made it her project to give you some skills that would feed you in the future. 

She’d brought you around her office when you graduated high school to give you an internship and that’s where you’d met Fox and his father. Fox had immediately stolen you away, being your same age, insisting that the two of you attend the same college, have the same friends, and eventually date. 

Suddenly he was paying your tuition, your rent, your car note, your food, everything. You felt so indebted to his family for what they’d done for you, you didn’t feel comfortable saying no. So now, to your dismay, several years later, you’d somehow committed yourself to walking down the aisle with him. No one really even asked you. He just showed up with a ring one day and declared you were his fiance, being sure to mention how grateful you must be to be chosen as a dragon’s princess. 

“Sorry, I got caught up at work,” you said robotically, “Calista reminded me and is going to take me over.” 

“Great!” he said, “I’ll send her the picture for the hair dresser. That woman’s got a mind like a steel trap.” 

That wasn’t a sarcastic comment. Calista was the only reason the lavish dragons could stay afloat. She did financial miracles to counteract their ridiculous spending and she was a genius with corporate strategy. The whole place would fall apart without her to hold it all together with tape and glue. There was a ding and Callista’s long fingers extracted her phone from her navy blue suit pocket. Her ice blue eyes narrowed on the picture Fox had sent her. 

“Bangs?” you saw her mouth with distaste. 

“Hang up the phone,” she said suddenly. 

You glanced up at her and quickly mumbled goodbye to Fox, pressing the red button to end the call. 

“Everything okay?” you asked. 

She looked at you for a long time. Calista was beautiful, with white-blonde hair and sky blue eyes, framed with a few smile lines that hinted at her age. She was tall, like every dragon, approaching nine feet not including the shimmery blue horns emerging from her head, with a thick, curvy form. Your eyes had always lingered on her rather large bosom, to your own embarrassment. It was just hard to miss and at your height more often than not you were face to face with them.  

Her fingers drifted up to your cheek and she gave you a small smile, before taking your hand firmly in hers. Her heels clicked on the shiny marble flooring as she hurried you through the building. 

“Stay here for just a second,” she said, leading you into her corner office. 

She pushed aside a picture to reveal a safe and opened it, hurriedly pulling stacks of cash from it and shoving them in her purse. 

“I don’t think the hairdresser will cost that much,” you said, confused. 

She laughed to herself and grabbed a few other things, a pistol, some documents, and some jewelry. 

“Grab my laptop,” she said so you would be looking away when she extracted a magical sword that could pierce dragon scales and transformed it into a reasonably sized pocket knife she could stuff in her purse. 

You hurried back with the laptop confused as to why Calista was packing so much stuff just to take you to the hairdresser. When she was happy she had everything she needed she looked down at you, dragging you close to her by the waist. 

Your eyes widened, confused by the sudden contact, but your cheeks flooded with color. 

“Calista…” you started. 

“Shut up,” she said and to your utter shock pressed her lips to yours. 

You blinked for one second and then your eyes closed and you sank into her lips. She smelled like lilacs and tasted like honey and green tea. Moaning into her mouth you tipped your head to the side to grant her entrance. Her agile tongue licked yours and the cave of your mouth, tasting you. Groaning you hopped into her arms, winding your ankles around her back, hiking your skirt up and she pressed you back into the wall behind you. She pulled back. 

“I’m not letting you marry that fucking brat,” she gasped, pulling you into her lips again and speaking through frantic kisses, “but what I’m going to do…is dangerous...I might have to kill him…and my brother.” 

“I’m scared,” you gasped, sharing breaths and searching her eyes, “I don’t want to lose you.”   

This wave of passion hit you like a freight train. Suddenly every gentle moment you’d ever shared with Calista came rushing back to you. She’d always been there to hold your hand or wipe away your tears and better yet she always put you back on your feet and convinced you to keep fighting. 

You saw Fox when he made you two spend time together, but Calista is who you sought out for real companionship. You’d shared with her your secrets, your firsts. She knew everything about you. You didn’t want Fox to die, but if you had to choose…you wanted Calista more. 

Your phone rang again and Calista jerked it out of your pocket, dropping it on the floor and stomping it with her heel. Her nose brushed yours and she tipped her head forward to let your eyelashes mingle. 

“We have to go now,” she whispered and you nodded even though you were grinding your hips into her ribs. 

She kissed you again, before reluctantly pulling away and tossing you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing. You didn’t know how many times Calista had held herself back from you or even more often held herself back from decking Fox as he slobbered all over you. 

She’d found you. You belonged to her, not some spoiled prince who could barely tie his own shoes. But she was a mature dragon. It had never been in her nature to paw at you like a lovesick schoolgirl, but as she carried you to her Jag she wondered if her discretion had all been a mistake. She’d let him take things too far and now she was blood thirsty and furious. 

You were too young for her, she’d thought at first. That’s why she had waited so long. She was hundreds of years old, you weren’t even 50. She’d convinced herself the proper thing to do would be to stand by your side and protect you discreetly. She held sway with her brother because really she pulled all the strings.

Wyatt was a helpless idiot who ruled mostly on his good looks and her creativity. She could watch you, making sure that idiot Fox never really harmed you. But that had been a foolish lie she was telling herself, wasn’t it? She’d never truly intended to let him have you, had she? She’d been putting off the inevitable all along. 

To hell with that, she thought as she peeled out of the parking garage with your big, wet eyes on her. 

When you reached the mansion, where Calista, you and a few other inner circle dragons lived with Wyatt you watched her pull the pistol and oddly a pocket knife from her purse and shove them into the pocket of her suit jacket.

Then she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail and dragged you out of the car with her, holding you like luggage. You could have argued with her that you could walk, but the look on her face told you to keep your fucking mouth shut. You’d seen her make this expression a few times before when she marched into a boardroom and overtook a company. 

One of the guards met her at the door and she gave him a nod, saying more than you understood because he and a few other dragon guards fell in line behind her as you made your way through the mansion. 

You found Fox and his father in their study, drinking and laughing. They were immediately on alert when Calista walked in with death on her face and six dragon guards at her back. 

“What’s the meaning of this Calista?” Wyatt asked, his face full of shock, “is there an emergency?” 

“(Y/N) is mine,” she said flatly, “the kid doesn’t touch her.” 

They both spoke at once. 

“What the fuck do you mean kid?!” 

“You’re joking Calista!” 

“I’m serious as a fuckin’ heart attack, he puts his rotten hands on ‘er I’m cuttin’ ‘em off,” she said and your eyes got large sitting in her arm, “we can do this one of two ways. You can go on playing regents like good little lads and leave ‘er to me or I lob your heads off right now and then go for a pint with the boys here. No one likes you. No one wants you and I’ve only kept you around because you make good decoys. My kindness goes no further.” 

The father and son’s wide eyes glanced over Calista’s shoulder to the assembled guards who were in no uncertain terms on her side. Calista had fought for them to get health insurance and mental health days worked into their contracts. Wyatt and Fox had brushed off their concerns, saying dragons didn’t get sick or depressed, which wasn’t at all true. 

“(Y/N)!” Fox shouted looking at you and crossing the room, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not gonna let her do this to you.” 

Wyatt hurriedly put his arm on his son’s shoulder to stop him and you shook your head. 

“Don’t call me that, Fox, I’m not yours,” you said from the safety of Calista’s arms, looping yours around her neck. 

His face immediately dropped at your betrayal. 

“You sneaky bitch! After everything we did for you?! You’re in on this?!” he snapped. 

You shook your head, offended. 

“I’m not in on-” 

“Shh, love,” Calista said, a creepy smile appearing on her face as she set you down and took as step forward, reaching in her pocket for her knife, “I’m gonna cut the lad’s tongue from his-”

“I think that’s quite enough,” Wyatt said, pushing himself in front of his boy, trying to save his son’s life. He knew his older sister was terrifying and wouldn’t feel bad in the least for mangling his child. She came from a different time, a time when spoiled princes got bloody lessons for pissing off the elders next in line for the throne. 

“Obviously,” Wyatt interjected, “you feel strongly about this, so we would never want to get in between you and clearly your mate.” 

“Father!” Fox cried, but Wyatt just slapped him. 

“Shut up, boy, if you want to live,” he snarled. 

Calista stopped and frowned. 

“Pity,” she said, crossing her arms and looking Fox up and down. She’d really been looking forward to paying him back for all of the kisses he’d stolen from you, every unwanted grope and touch she planned to get her revenge for. But that would have to come on a different day. Fox was young and stupid, he would give her an excuse. 

She sighed and turned her back to him, letting him know she wasn’t in the least bit afraid, picking you up. 

“Shall we go get that pint love?” she asked and you gave her a small smile, nodding. 

#monster romance #dragon oc #dragon romance #monster girlfriend #dragon girlfriend #sfw romance #fantasy romance #fantasy fluff #dragon fluff #monster fluff #yandere fluff #female yandere

[jungk0oksthighs]

Jungkook drabble – “I couldn’t live without you.”

Ex-husband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook | Word Count 1.3k

There’s nothing more Jungkook hates than when people ask him why you and he divorced two years ago, because truthfully he doesn’t know what to say. Your relationship was perfect, or at least it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the bickering and disagreements about how your son should be raised. Jungkook is a free spirit, the ‘fun’ parent if you will, and so you’ve always appeared to be the ‘less fun’ parent – the one that scolds and disciplines your son when he misbehaves.

Jungkook lost count of how many times he undermined you and let your son Seol get away with pretty much anything, it was never intentional of course but now he’s no longer in the situation even he can see just how much of an asshole he was to you. But despite how he acted in the past, not a single day goes by where Jungkook doesn’t regret letting you go.

A twelve year old moody Seol appears in the hallway of Jungkook’s modest apartment, holding his overnight bag. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here any time,” Kook nods with a reassuring smile, turning back to the television, “Does mom know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Don’t you think you should tell her? I’m sure she’s already worried about you.”

Seol is just like his father, and Jungkook knows he’s the one to blame for that. He lives in the moment with little care for other’s opinion or feelings, he can be selfish and bratty and downright spoiled at the best of times. Just like him. 

Guilt floods your ex-husband’s entire being, if only he’d listened to you for all those years. If only he tried harder, poured more of himself into being a good husband and father instead of simply ‘going with the flow’ and ‘dealing with it later’. Because as you both learned, later never came – He never disciplined Seol, he barely ever backed your corner and accused you of being ‘too harsh with him’ when you tried to. When in reality you were right all along. Your son has an attitude sometimes, one so infuriating that it arguably contributed to the divorce of his parents.

“Seol, come here.” Jungkook’s voice is stern, but it doesn’t spark much of a reaction from his son.

The near-teenager audibly tuts, “Why?”

“Because I’m your father and I asked you to come here, sit with me for a minute.” Thankfully Seol doesn’t put up a fight and makes his way over, slumping down on the armchair next to the older man. “What’s going on? Why are you here and why haven’t you told your mom where you are?”

“She took my laptop off me.”

“And?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide with genuine horror, so this is the biggest problem of today’s youth?

“She caught me on my game at 3AM last night and went psycho—”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Your ex-husband bites, he still respects you and everything you do for Seol far too much to ever allow someone to speak about you that way, never mind your own son, “And you shouldn’t be gaming at 3AM on a school night anyway.”

Seol groans, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “You sound just like her…”

“Put your feet down,” Kook huffs with growing agitation, “And put your coat back back on I’m taking you home.”

“What?! No all my friends are streaming tonight and mom definitely won’t give me my laptop back and the wifi here is—”

“I don’t want to hear it Seol, your mother’s word is final you know how it is. I’m with her on this one you shouldn’t be online at that ridiculous hour, plus you need to apologise to her for running off.”

“Why? You’ve never apologised to her for running off.”

Seol’s words cut him like a knife straight to his heart. Not only is that simply not true, giving that you were the one who filed for divorce, but Jungkook has apologised. Countless times. Repeatedly embarrassing himself when he drunk texts you on the weekends, confessing his love for you that never died.

“Dad…” Seol takes in his father’s silence and tight jaw, immediately regretting his words. He softens, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry…”

“Go wait in the car.”

When your ex-husband and son arrive at your doorstep a sea of relief washes over you, Seol didn’t come home after school which sparked your maternal panic. Thank god he’s okay. Jungkook’s hair is longer than the last time you saw him, he offers you an apologetic smile when he steps over the threshold of what used to be your shared home together, closely followed by your son.

“Where have you been?” You’re still worried, only because Seol looks uncomfortable under his father’s unusually stern gaze.

Jungkook clears his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head, “He came to my place after school, we had a chat in the car and Seol has something he needs to say to you. Isn’t that right son?”

“I’m sorry mom.” Seol nods, his voice quiet when he snakes his arms round your middle for a touching embrace, “About last night.”

“It’s okay Seol… But don’t do that to me again I was so worried about you, especially when you didn’t answer your phone.” You half scold, half relax when your hands find purchase on your son’s back. He’s okay. “Have you eaten? I haven’t started dinner yet because I was too busy stressing.”

“Can we order pizza?” He looks up at your expectantly with a cute bunny-like grin that’s the spitting image of his father’s.

You chuckle, ruffling his hair, “Don’t push your luck kid. Thanks for bringing him home Kook, I was going crazy.”

“Anytime.” Jungkook nods, his hooded eyes recalling all the features of your face, “Well I’d better get going, got a ready meal for one with my name on it back home.” He snorts, he’s never been very good at defusing tension.

“Stay for dinner?” You smile, a genuine smile, “Really it’s the least I can do after you brought him all the way back here. Besides I’m not gonna let you go home to a microwave meal when we’re ordering pizza.”

“We are?!” Seol squeezes you tighter.

“But you’re not getting your laptop back just yet.” You’re laughing, gazing at the father of your child remembering just how handsome he really is, even after all these years he’s still the most gorgeous man you’ve ever known, “Please?”

“Ah… How can I say no to that?” Kook sighs lovingly, his chest tightening with memories of your smiles and laughter together. He misses you so much. Maybe tonight has shown you that he is on your side after all. “I’ll go pick it up, where are we ordering from?”

“Don’t worry we’ll get it for delivery,” You hum, telling Seol to take his shoes off and go get changed, “BBQ chicken right?” You grimace, he always managed to get BBQ sauce everywhere when he ate pizza… Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.

“You remember?” Jungkook slips off his shoes with a beaming grin, already feeling more at home than he should be.

“Of course I remember,” You chuckle, watching your twelve year old practically trip over himself when he runs up the stairs, “There was a time I couldn’t live without you, I’m bound to remember these things.”

Kook smiles, watching the way you throw your hair over your shoulder when you scroll the food app on your phone. You’re so beautiful, and one way or another, even if it’s the last thing he does – he’s going to win you back.

x

AN: i know this is probably not what u had in mind but once i started typing i couldnt stop. i hope this is okay, thank u for requesting :) 

#jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungk0oksthighs drabble game #jungkook oneshot #jungkook ff #jungkook fic #jungkook single dad au #jungkook ex husband au #ex!jungkook #dad!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook scenario #jungkook reaction #jungkook imagine #jungkook husband au

[naamahdarling]

This is Angelika. She is nearly 21 years old and is utterly obsessed with humans, especially her dad and me (to a lesser extent) but suffers no fools who don't respect her space.

She is very persnickety and insists that everything has to be catered exactly to her, e.g. if she's recently used the litterbox, she wants her regular mid-morning crunchies snack, the steps up to her dad's bed aren't exactly where she wants them, or her dad is home late from work/in the shower too long/isn't getting into bed when she feels he should/etc., she walks over to wherever I am in the house and starts screaming until I follow her to whatever is Incorrect in her opinion and go fix it to her liking.

She is also a criminal who defiantly sticks her butt outside her box to pee immediately in front of it when she gets mad at us, and once her dad left a bacon cheeseburger unattended on his desk while he took a shower; she, geriatric crime child, managed to jump onto his desk, deftly pull out the entire piece of bacon without disturbing the rest of the burger at all (like a tablecloth with wine glasses atop it) and eat her salty little fill without either of us noticing until he stepped barefoot on the half-eaten bacon she left behind.

She is loved and spoiled beyond measure.

With the demise of her latest husband under mysterious circumstances, this woman has made herself the head of an aristocratic family, and they are all bastards and criminals. Demanding, and frighteningly competent. Just imagine how impressive she must have been in her youth! She looks like Dame Helen Mirren in my imagination. Absolutely gorgeous at any age. Crime boss. A whole crime paws syndicate. Look at those whiskers. Do you know what they say? Divorced four times, took them for everything, and widowed twice. Heck, she divorced people she never even married just for displeasing her

What a gal. An absolute legend.

#cats with jobs

[my-moo-moo]

battle of the concubines

Concubine Asteria had been groomed from a young age to become the Queen of the nation. She was the eldest daughter of the former King’s advisor and she had spent her youth studying court politics and orbiting around the then Crown Prince. It worked. Her extraordinary beauty managed to attract the Crown Prince’s attention and her kindness and etiquette had won over the civilians’ hearts.

All had changed when the Crown Prince had acceded to the throne and brought the princess of their greatest rival nation into their court as a token of peace. Concubine Delphine was a ditzy spoiled princess who didn’t know any of their customs and could barely speak their language, but somehow that became her charm that pulled the King more into her favor. She was the new shiny toy, while the ever loyal Asteria, who was used to the King’s undivided attention, faded into the background. Every night that the King was not in her bed, Asteria questioned whether her spot on the throne was imminent as everyone had once assumed. 

To say she was seething with jealousy would put it lightly. It was grossly unfair that she dedicated her entire life to the King for a foreign princess to come into her territory to take it away from her. She knew that many in the nation did not want the enemy’s princess as their queen, but none of that stopped the King’s infatuation. 

Hope returned again when Asteria fell pregnant with the King’s child. The King, overjoyed by the news of becoming a father, returned to her side again to fuss over her wellbeing. She had two good months of feeling like everything had returned to normal, before Delphine announced that she was pregnant as well. She should’ve expected the attention whore wouldn’t let her experience her first pregnancy in peace.

It’s an unspoken rule that the concubine who births the first male heir to the throne would be crowned the Queen, the legal wife of the King. The whole nation was now waiting to see which concubine was going to come out on top. 

Asteria was further along in her pregnancy, and thus she had confidence that she was going to birth the first child for the King. Yet there still was nagging worry that there was a 50-50 chance that the baby would be a princess. The results were up to God. All she could do now is to visit the temple religiously without missing a day to pray for the baby nestled in her womb to be a boy. 

Her nerves came into full hilt when her due date had finally arrived and the baby was showing no signs of coming. The doctor had assured her that the babe in her belly was healthy and it was normal to not go into labour right on the due date. 

“But do you think it looks like I’m carrying a boy?” Asteria prodded the palace doctor, modeling her bare belly in different angles. It’s been an unclear consensus whether or not the shape of her belly had meant she was carrying a boy or girl. She’s been keeping track of Delphine’s pregnancy everyday and comparing it against her own. It had become her pride that she had been carrying more forward than her, a known indicator of a male fetus, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt her bump and make it known. Behind the scenes though, she held onto the snide comments that it was only because her torso was shorter and she was further along in her pregnancy. 

Before the palace doctor could come up with his answer, the doors to her chamber flew open. “Concubine Delphine went into early labour!” the servant announced to the doctor. Asteria almost fell to her knees before the doctor guided her to sit down. She hunches over her large overdue belly and sobs, “This can’t be! I’m supposed to give birth months before her!”

“Don’t be too upset. There was nothing you could do about it. Whatever happens today, you’ll always be the Queen in my heart.”

She felt hands patting her back soothingly, but she only wailed harder. Despite the words, Asteria felt like this was her fault. Her spot on the throne was being torn out of her hands and her stupid body won’t go into labour like it’s made to. And she couldn't forget Delphine, that conniving bitch. "She likes to act all innocent and demure, but I swear to the heavens she did this on purpose," she seethed.

"What? Why would Concubine Delphine make herself go into labour early when it could endanger her child's life?" Asteria looked away. She didn't have a definitive answer, but she couldn't dispel the nagging suspicion in her brain. “Speaking of which, I must go assist the birth now. There could be complications with the babe being so early.”

All of a sudden, a revelation washed over her. She grasped the doctor’s coat in her fists, pulling him back. “Don’t go. You must put me into labour. You are the most knowledgeable doctor in the nation. There has to be something you can do!”

The palace doctor pursed his lips, contemplating his decision carefully since his next actions might just change the fate of the nation. “It won’t be easy, but I can try.” and it certainly will be painful.”

“I’ll try anything, anything at all.”

The palace doctor promptly sent his assistant to assess the situation with Delphine in the bedroom next door, while he prepared to help Asteria. 

His first course of action was to serve her an awfully bitter herbal concoction of evening primrose oil and red raspberry leaves that was supposed to induce her uterine contractions. Asteria downed it without complaint as the assistant rushed into their room sharing that Delphine had been unknowingly in labour for hours now and was already 4 centimeters dilated. 

The doctor ordered his assistant to do everything he can to stall Delphine’s labour. The dire situation really set in. The herbal medicine could take a while to set in, but they didn’t have that kind of time. In comparison, Asteria’s cervix had started effacement, but barely even dilated yet. With a grave expression plastering his face, the doctor suggested they do something more invasive.

“I can handle it,” she assured the doctor. “A woman worthy of being Queen would be able to handle it,” she added, more to herself. 

That’s how the concubine found herself laying down with her legs apart by stirrups and the doctor’s finger digging deep into her. He slipped a cold metal instrument right into her cervix and carefully began prying it apart, coaxing her cervix to dilate by force. It wasn’t painful, more uncomfortable and strangely spine-tingling with the doctor breathing right into her pussy and his finger stroking deep in her inner walls. In her short lifetime, she has only ever let the King defile her, but this innocent matter wasn’t anything when the King was unfaithful to her without a blink of an eye.

Things start kicking into action when she begins to feel tightening around her stomach. But any sense of accomplishment is quickly shot down when the assistant informs them that Delphine is already 6 cm dilated. “They’ve been feeding her magnesium and elevating her hips up! But it's just not working! ” he tried to explain. “She’s having contractions for hours now, and she’s growing tired… maybe we should let her—” 

“No! Elevate her hips even more, don’t let the baby crown!” The doctor shouted, head still between her legs.  Asteria felt a sharp jab, and followed by a gush of fluids flowing out of her. “I got you started with dilating and now I broke your water prematurely to intensify your contractions. Your body should take over now.”

The doctor was certainly correct. Not only has her body’s natural hormones kicked in, but the effects of the herbal medicine she had chugged earlier. She could barely utter a word out in between each wave of contractions that wreck her belly, sometimes not even a moment to breathe. She wasn’t even afforded the comfort of laying on her bed, instead the doctor had her squatting by the mattress, letting gravity pull her heavy baby down to position. Even when her thighs trembled, someone would pull her back upright from under her arms. 

She went from 1 to 10 centimeters dilated in a mere couple of hours, catching up to the day’s worth of labour that Delphine went through. She could already feel the immense pressure of her baby’s head lodged tight in her pelvis. And judging by the increasing pitches of her screams, she could tell she was close as well. It was going to be a close race to the finish line. Each of her screams were only motivating her to push harder. 

“Please get this baby out of me!,” shrieked Daphne. 

“That weak bitch… doesn’t even have… an overgrown baby to push out,” Asteria gritted between her teeth before a battle cry erupted from her throat. The widest part of the baby's skull was now splitting her open farther than ever before. There’s no stopping here now, she needed to get this baby out of her at this instant if not for her position, but to finally get some relief. Her doctor was urging her to slow down or else she would tear, but she told him to shut up and start pushing down on top of her stomach. 

Between her own screams, she heard the voice of the medic next door, “You’re almost there, your highness… Just one last push!” 

“I’m! Closer!” Asteria belted out. An unyielding force pushed down on her womb, and at the same time, she fuelled all her hatred for the foreign princess into one last push. The pressure in her pelvis finally lets go as her baby shoots out of her like a cannon.

She is heaving with heavy breaths in the aftermath, when she hears the announcement. “Congratulations Concubine Asteria, it’s a… girl.”

There’s a deafening silence that followed that was interrupted by another wailing cry in the distance. A heavy newborn was placed on her chest while blood was flowing out from her like a river, but neither was what Asteria was focused upon. Time seemed to stall as she waited for the news to come back to her.

“Concubine Daphne has given birth to a princess.”

Asteria let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding. At least she had another chance at the throne. She laughed to herself maniacally when she came to the conclusion that  she technically ended up winning this time. She not only became the mother of the eldest princess, but her baby was chubby, healthy and full term.

It was hours after his first daughters were born when the King finally made his visit to the concubines’ wing. All the attendants could feel the disappointment in the King’s solemn silence as he made the rounds. He grimaced when he saw Concubine Asteria’s battered form and asked the doctor to stitch her back up extra tight. And he hadn’t wanted to hold the tiny premature princess from Concubine Daphne at all. With one cursory glance of pity, he instead asked for the wet nurses to give her around the clock attention. 

It was clear that he wasn’t going to crown anyone anytime soon… until he at least gets his healthy son. As for his concubines, it seems like neither of them are ready to give up on their spot on the throne.

#pregnancy fic #pregnancy kink #labour kink #birth kink #my fic

[sirianasims]

TRUTH: What's something you had planned for your legacy but it turned out completely different?

Oooooh, you’ve opened a can of worms now! 🐛

The short answer is: The rest of the legacy.

Originally, I had 12 generations mapped out, but I got tired of rushing through each one, so I have now decided that we’re staying with Julia for a long time and then she will be the last heir. I wanted to take my time and really flesh out her story and try new things with my storytelling instead of sticking to my usual 10 short chapters per generation.

Here is an 🌟 exclusive 🌟 original look at what was supposed to happen. If you read my story back when it was on Wordpress, there was a bit more emphasis on the vampires, but I’ve since toned this down when I started reposting everything to Tumblr because none of this will be happening now.

Very long post under the cut:

🦙 Generation 5 is Julia, and she was supposed to have a single child, a son named Marcus. What actually happens in Julia’s life remains to be seen as I have completely rewritten her entire story.

🎤 Generation 6: Marcus wants to become a stand-up comedian but he’s not actually very good at it. He’s a bit of a hippie and finally decides to just move to the woods and start a commune. He has a daughter. He grows his own weed, but ends up infected by a weird, purple plant that starts growing in his fields. He becomes more and more strange until he is tragically killed by Lilith Vatore, who herself dies after biting him.

🦇 Generation 7: Marcus daughter, Nadia, grows up with her grandparents after witnessing her father’s death. She doesn’t remember how he died but is plagued by nightmares about vampires and becomes obsessed with them. As an adult, she becomes an author of steamy vampire romance novels, writing under a pseudonym. She ends up coming into contact with Vlad and her childhood trauma is triggered by meeting Caleb again. She later works with Caleb and Vlad in their attempt to solve the mystery of why Lilith died from biting her father and they discover the purple plants. She falls in love with Vlad and they have twins, Oliver and Paulina.

🍳 Generation 8: Oliver, born a vampire, dreams of becoming a chef and eat real food. Against his father’s will, he takes the vampire cure, but he struggles to deal with his new mortality and aging. He meets a younger woman but reject her in favour of his career, feeling that he doesn’t have enough time for both. She marries someone else and he becomes a celebrity chef, but realises that it’s all meaningless without love and goes to win her back. They have a son, Quinn, but Oliver is getting old and dies when Quinn is only 21.

🌴 Generation 9: Quinn is distraught after losing his father and wants to make sure he gets as much out of life as possible. He decides to travel the world and eventually ends up in Selvadorada where he meets the grumpy tour guide, Isadora, who hates his spoiled ass at first. They get lost in the jungle and discover a strange purple plant, but wisely keep their distance. They eventually find their way home but Quinn has fallen in love with Selvadorada (and Isadora) and decides to stay and work in her father’s museum. He and Isadora have 3 kids.

🚓 Generation 10: Their youngest son, Tulio, decides to become a cop. After making a big mistake, he gets reassigned to the sleepy and boring Henford as punishment. However, Henford has become a lot less boring lately, and Tulio and his partner investigate some strange things happening, finally discovering some underground ruins which contain a huge purple plant that seems to affect the minds of the locals. Tulio decides that this seems supernatural and calls in backup from his great-grandfather Vlad, and they get another piece of the puzzle of the purple plants.

⭐️ Generation 11: Tulio’s daughter, Vanessa, decides to become a famous actress but she secretly longs for eternal youth and beauty and is jealous of her vampiric ancestors. She tries to talk Vlad into letting her become a vampire, but he says no, so she instead tries to seduce and convince Caleb. Shenanigans ensue, including Vanessa murdering her husband, the father of her child, for being a bit of a dick.

🌺 Generation 12: Vanessa’s daughter Xena decides to find the truth behind the Duchelli family’s strange past. She ends up in Strangerville and finally solves the Mother Plant mystery, discovering a convoluted plot involving aliens that goes all the way back to her ancestor Eric’s brother, Daniel, the half-alien from Generation 2.

The End.

If you read this far, well done! I’m impressed. Have a cookie 🍪 and a picture of Vlad. He will make his way into another story instead, and so will many other ideas from my original draft.

#answered asks #duchelliextras #zaddislaus

[flameof]

Okay, Gundam SEED Freedom has completely taken over my brain for the past 24 hours. I ABSOLUTELY MUST GUSH LORE AND PUT IT DOWN SOMEWHERE.

Naturally, there will be major spoilers for Freedom below the cutoff. If you don't want to be spoiled, then TURN BACK NOW, PLEASE.

Okay, we good? Good.

First the lore: A major theme throughout quite honestly the entire SEED series is that of Destiny. Rau le Creuset believed it was humanities destiny to destroy itself, Gilbert Durandal believed humanity would be happiest if their destiny was determined by genetics, and Foundation, the nation introduced in Freedom, follows in Durandal's footsteps, only to a more violet degree.

The main thing that differs Foundation from Durandal is the existence of Accords; basically Ultimate Coordinator MK2. At some point between Ulen Hibiki's initial experiments that created both Kira Yamato and Rau le Creuset, and Durandal being a part of whatever it was when he devised the Destiny Plan (as well as whatever created Rey za Burrel), two particular individuals were a part of the overall scheme. These two were Aura Maha Khyber (the blonde loli), and Lacus' mother.

That's right. Lacus Clyne is an Accord. She, alongside Orphee Lam Tao (blonde dude), were designed with the express purpose of running the Destiny Plan as a couple. Arranged marriage between Coordinators is no big surprise, let's be real. Hell, Lacus was probably genetically coded to be attracted to Orphee, shown in the movie by certain scenes (not show how else to describe them).

But, as you might guess (or know, if you've seen the movie), Lacus still chooses Kira over Orphee. Why? Well, time for some theorycrafting.

It's my believe that the main message of Freedom is one of Nature VS Nurture. Who we are genetically vs Who we are, raised by our environment.

Kira Yamato is a First Generation Ultimate Coordinator, so while he's outstanding compared to normal Coordinators, he pales in comparison to the Accords. But, Kira always said he was more than just the byproduct of Ulen Hibiki's hubris. More than a child of Ulen, he is a Yamato; raised and nurtured by Caridad and Hamura Yamato, after being entrusted to them by Via Hibiki, his mother by blood. Kira's kindness may very well be engrained into his DNA, but it was something he was taught to value by the Yamato's. He could have easily become conceited, like so many other Coordinators, but he didn't.

Just the same, Lacus Clyne, as far as we knew up to Destiny, was raised by the late Siegel Clyne, who almost certainly taught her to value people based on who they are, not what they represent. She can be cunning underneath her cheerful exterior in her youth, but she gravitated towards Kira because he was Kira Yamato; the kind boy who stuck his neck out for a stranger.

A wise dragon once said: Destiny is little more than the sum of our choices. I feel this quote perfectly encapsulates the core of SEED as a whole, not just Freedom. Destiny shouldn't be something chosen for you; it should be something you yourself choose. And in the end, Lacus chose Kira. A common theme in Freedom was the idea of 'Loving someone because you need them', which Lacus herself refutes with "You don't love someone because you need them; You need them, because you love them". Its a sentiment that Kira actually shares, when the woman holding Lacus at knife point threatens to cut our her tongue, or gouge her eyes out, and see if Kira still loves her then, Kira's immediate response... is of course I'd still love her; she's Lacus.

The Destiny Plan, laid out by Durandal, and worked on by so many, like Aura and Lacus's mother, was (ha ha) destined to fail, and I believe it all comes back to the choices two parents, unrelated to each other, made for the sake of their children. Because Via Hibiki got Kira and Cagalli to the Yamato's and Athha's, and all because Siegel Clyne taught Lacus to value the kindness of a stranger, over the power of your destiny.

Funnily enough, I'm remembering a line Kuzzey says back in SEED, about just how much work went into making Lacus's voice the way it is. Turns out; a lot.

It also makes me wonder if Meer Campbell was something of a backup plan, since she sounds identical to Lacus.

Okay, gushing about the new lore done. Now, let's talk about the awesome.

First off: The Immortal Justice is a Shinn Asuka suit, not an Athrun Zala suit. I don't make the rules, but Athrun never sat his ass down in the Immortal Justice.

Next, Agnes Giebenrath can literally be described as 'Coordinator Flay Allster', and I appreciate her for that.

Then, there's all the callbacks to other characters that had passed away, specifically Nicol and Natarle. Those two had complete maneuvers and tactics named after them. They're gone, but never forgotten.

As I mentioned in my last SEED Freedom post, Athrun did stuff with the Z'Gok that would make Char envious. The way Athrun handled that machine made me think he was Master Asia, Undefeated of the East.

Next, as we all well know by now, the way Athrun managed to get one up on the Black Knights' ability to read his mind; by thinking about having sex with Cagalli.

Next! Once more Mu La Flaga proves himself to be the man who does the impossible... by face-tanking FREAKING REQUIEM WITH THE AKATSUKI! Man practically said he had to stop doing that.

Then, there's the new warship, Millennium. Not only is it state of the art, but Murrue, once she starts captaining it, gets her own assault deck where she controls FREAKING GUNBARRELS! The Millennium is a warship sized Moebius Zero!

Finally, for the last thing I want to gush about: Shinn Asuka. Just... all of him. From the fact that he's calmer, earnest, stands up for Kira, drinks his 'respect' juice, and at the end, when he gets the Destiny Gundam back, he faces off against four of the Black Knights, and kicks their asses... WITHOUT TAKING MAJOR DAMAGE. Not only that, but STELLA LOUSSIER makes a comeback, proving definitively that Shinn Asuka is the Kamille Bidan of the CE era, by protecting Shinn's mind from being probed by the Black Knights, freaking them out by going all nightmare on their asses (which is probably just a representation of them being scared by just how much darkness is in his heart), and then immediately followed by him putting the F91 to shame and using the much meme'd about afterimages to kick ass and take names. Shinn may have lost to them before, but only because he wasn't using the machine literally built for him. Also, before I forget, when Shinn went SEED mode during that same battle, the Black Knights couldn't read his mind. Shinn's instincts are just that good.

Okay. I'm done. I've gushed all I can.

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