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your--isgayrights · 3 years

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not sure if this is what you had in mind but i was thinking maybe kdj and hsy meeting briefly earlier in life (at 20/22 years old or sth)? maybe having a misunderstanding or an argument over something trivial (like interpretation of a book or who should take the last lemon flavored popsicle in the store) and somehow still managing to reach some recognition or understanding of each other. years later they would forget about each other but still remember that bizarre situation sometimes. i have no idea if that makes any sense but i believe in your writing and massive brain and powerful swag. xoxo

Aaaaah, Exe I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for... I was just like... what if that time Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja almost met in the epilogue went a little differently and like... haha...

The first part is basically copied and pasted from that chapter before the twist, so go read that first if you haven't!

Han Su-Yeong staggered and walked closer to Kim Dok-Ja. Several passersby brushing past her looked back in suspicion.

Kim Dok-Ja was now walking down the subway’s steps.

Kim Dok-Ja, with earphones stuck in his ears and reading something on his phone while walking downstairs.

She knew what he was currently reading.

“—!!”

She barely managed to shout, but her voice still didn’t come out. So, she desperately chased after him.

Because of the story you wrote, author-nim, I was able to survive until now. Han Su-Yeong was also able to survive while reading the sole reader’s words.

She managed to write the next part of Yu Jung-Hyeok’s life through them.

She was able to endure her boring and stuffy teen years, the days she never wanted to go back to, thanks to those words.

This train is bound for… She spotted Kim Dok-Ja standing on the platform, waiting for the next train to arrive. A person hiding within the small world crafted out of letters to protect himself was standing right there.

Kim Dok-Ja, who didn’t know anything about the apocalypse about to happen.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to live on the expansive world of the ‘Ways of Survival’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to meet the protagonist he so longed to become.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d become the ‘Demon King of Salvation’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d sacrifice himself multiple times for the sake of his companions, and as a result, came to the 1863rd turn and met her.

Kim Dok-Ja, who was destined to become the ‘Most Ancient Dream’, the price he paid for loving a certain story too much.

[Your mental state is crumbling!]

[The main body’s ego is regaining its control.]

[Your Fable is being extinguished.]

Her legs grew heavy, and her arms didn’t want to move anymore. Her body was gradually becoming not hers.

Even then, Han Su-Yeong wanted to tell him.

⸢To tell him that he was definitely not at fault for this story being born. And to tell him that the things he was about to experience were not his sins.⸥

Because, her past 13 years existed solely to say those words to him.

⸢To say that, though you have grown up while reading this story, there’s no need for you to become it.⸥

She barely managed to muster up her strength, her arm coiling in on itself and preparing for her one last willful action.

[Your ego will convert into the ‘subconsciousness’.]

As she set her weak, pre-scenario body into that final decisive movement...

The twenty six year old Han Su-yeong who knew nothing of the soon to come apocalypse, woke up thrusting her fist forward into the face of some guy on the subway.

She would've thought she was still dreaming, if it hadn't been for the feeling of his soft cheek slamming against the hard bone of his teeth under the force of her balled up hand.

'What the hell? Why am I doing this?'

Han Su-yeong most likely would have asked herself these things if she had any more time to think before her punch had landed.

She got her answer, though. Despite never asking her question, that reason she was looking for became clear as the man staggered off his balance.

He made a futile attempt to right himself before being knocked to the ground. The phone that he had been holding so close to his face clattering screen-side up onto the concrete of the subway floor.

That was when she saw it.

She only had to read a snippet of the words on that phone screen to come up with an explanation for her own actions at that very moment.

[There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. Now, I have forgotten a few, but one thing is certain. The fact that you who are reading this now will survive.

-Three ways to survive in a ruined world

Author’s words: Thank you so much for reading ‘Ways of Survival’ up to here. I will come back to you with an epilogue!]

'Ways of Survival.' 'Three ways to survive in a ruined world.'

...

Yes, there was no doubt that this guy sat on the subway floor rubbing at his cheek deserved it.

Some latent evil of the world must be working to Han Su-yeong's advantage, because none of the commuter passing by spared her a second glance as she sorted out her own motives. They simply dodged around her and the man she had assaulted moments ago.

If Han Su-yeong had to write some train of thought into their actions, she might imagine these negligent bystanders saw something like an overly dramatic lover's spat. Something personal that they ought not get involved in.

Were it not for the pervasiveness of such a cliche recurrent in physical altercations between men and women, maybe they would see it for what it was. A question of honor between authors.

Because Han Su-yeong was certain that was who this man was. An author who was so shitty that he had created an alt to try and hype up his terrible novel.

That was right... It was years ago now, but Han Su-yeong remembered that unsubstantiated accusation of plagiarism on her first published webnovel, SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor.

This shitty guy had made an alt account that was so obvious... it was something 'Dok-ja,' like he wasn't even trying to pretend he didn't make it just to pretend to 'read' his own webnovel...

If that didn't prove it, then it was also clear from the comments that he had left on every single chapter. When she was reading them, Han Su-yeong had known that if she were such a bad author that she would have to have just one reader, the words that he wrote represented that perfect amount of reader to author engagement that she would have desired.

But that sort of relationship... it was unrealistic. Han Su-yeong had been an author for something like 13 years now, and she had never had such a relationship in her entire career.

So it was obvious that a reader like that could only be written by an author with those same desires that she held.

And then he even had the nerve to wander out of his self contained fantasy, accusing her superior work of plagiarizing his shitty one just to draw in more views and commenters.

So of course he had a lot of nerve to be rereading his own damn author's note right where she could see hi-

"Can I help you?"

Han Su-yeong felt all of the hot air she had been blowing herself up with to justify her current situation deflate upon hearing that voice of his.

The man she'd injured looked up at her with hollow black eyes. Eyes that perhaps had only seemed bright while being illuminated by a screen.

His voice was mild, too. As if getting punched in the face were something that was merely tiresome to him, instead of something to stir anger or indignity. The reactions that Han Su-yeong had been mentally preparing herself to butt heads with.

Nothing about his reaction seemed to ask Han Su-yeong for her motives. There was no race to find an explanation behind those hollow eyes. No bit lip, straining to come up with a turn of phrase to become an appropriately biting retort.

This guy wasn't an author.

...

Hey...

Why had she punched this guy again?

"Sorry." Han Su-yeong found herself saying, as her body deflated, extended arm going back to her side. "From the behind, you looked like my shitty ex."

She let herself fall into the cliche.

"Ah. I see."

Han Su-yeong hated the guy's expression, just then.

It was one that said, 'Well isn't that just my luck?'

But she couldn't help but watch, as this unlucky guy stood up and picked up his phone, brushing it off instead of himself, as if it were more precious to him than his own body.

And when that Dok-ja turned around, Han Su-yeong only saw his back for a second, before the sight of him was once more swallowed up by the uncaring world of the subway station crowd.

#exe i know you're kind of lowkey evil and didn't read the epilogue all the way through and its ok i love you but im coercing you now ok <3 #Parts that are from the original are in italics they're from 535 #orv spoilers #also i know i usually do the names from the Rainbow Turtle translation but I decided to style match for this one #not beta'd #writing #ficlet #han sooyoung #han suyeong #kim dokja #hsy #kdj #orv #omniscient reader #also xoxoxo exe

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owl-with-a-pen · 3 years

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Hola querida! We need a story where brainy says something along the lines of “touch her and I’ll kill you” or “don’t you dare touch her..” we don’t see many instances of protective boyfriend brainy.

- I was trying to think of a scenario for this for a while, but 6x03 gave me an intriguing idea. Thanks for the prompt! x

Brainy had expected this task to be easy.

After all, compared to every other thought track currently running simultaneously through his mind, gathering a box of belongings from Lena’s old workplace hardly needed space for consideration.

Brainy understood why Lena didn’t want to face Luthor Corp again, certainly not to collect the meagre selection of knick-knacks that one of her old assistants had no doubt scooped into a piece of cardboard for her to carry out with her tail between her legs. It was a cruelty, plain and simple, and Brainy was beginning to learn how much such cruelties stung.

So, when Lena had mentioned with offhanded distaste what she needed to do that day, Brainy was more than happy to volunteer to go in her steed. It worked in his favour, after all. Alex had been pushing him to get out of the lab for some fresh air for nearly eighteen hours - now he could fulfil her request.

With one thought track focused on reformatting Nia’s training simulation, and another remotely accessing the Phantom Zone data map for any new leads, Brainy found he had far too much of his mind left wide open - places where far more dangerous thoughts were now encouraged to grow more often than not.

Perhaps a distraction was exactly what he required.

The office should have been empty. That’s what Lena had said, that’s what Luthor Corp’s security feed had suggested. Brainy hadn’t considered any alternative outcomes, and so the moment he’d spied Lena’s belongings sat on the table by the sofa, he’d headed there immediately.

“Not even a week without her assets and I see my sister’s already wrangled someone into doing the heavy lifting for her.”

The sound of that voice sent every nerve in Brainy’s body on edge.

He’d been doing better. Over the last few days since his talk with Lena, he’d been doing better. Giving himself an emotional outlet, allowing them to flow from him instead of being boxed inside, turning to toxic waste in his gut. He’d even found it easier to switch his attention from the television when Lex’s face predictably appeared for one of his seemingly never-ending publicity stunts.

But, that was television. That was circuits and screens, separating them from one another.

Now, Lex was stood there in the room with him, Lena’s desk acting as their only partition.

Brainy could feel Lex’s eyes on him, shark-like and hungry, waiting for his response. And so, Brainy kept his jaw locked tight, focusing his line of sight on the box and nothing else. Of picture frames and other keepsakes.

A photo of Lena and Kara stared up at him, their smiles so pure and genuine it nearly stung.

The acid in Brainy’s lungs swelled.

Aggravatingly, his lack of response only made Lex that much more talkative.

“It was an impressive hack, by the way,” Lex continued casually. “I assumed you were the mastermind behind it. Reminds me why I wanted you on Team Lex to begin with.”

Brainy stiffened. “I was never on your team.”

He shouldn’t have spoken. Shouldn’t have given in. But suddenly, all that he had done to free himself of his emotional backlog hardly seemed enough. It surged from the very depths of his uninhibited mind, hissing and spitting like vitriolic acid.

Which only seemed to make Lex’s confidence grow.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Lex asked. “Does it help you sleep at night?”

Brainy bared his teeth.

“Oh no,” Lex said, fake sympathy dripping from his voice. “Something tells me it’s not working.”

Brainy pursed his lips, instead reaching once more for the box. His arms trembled with wasted potential, but he ignored their protests. He had a task to do. Unexpected interruptions aside, Lena was counting on him to carry it out. And he would not fail.

“Maybe it isn’t for you at all then,” Lex wondered aloud. “Maybe you sell that story for your girlfriend’s benefit.”

An ugly flash of red tinted Brainy’s vision.

“Nia, isn’t it?” Lex asked innocently. “I hear she works for CatCo, quite the up-and-coming journalist. Although, CatCo is such a troublesome place of work, isn’t it? Always getting destroyed in the crosshairs of city-wide threats. Just how long can that place go without another casualty?”

Brainy could hear the barely disguised threat behind Lex’s words.

Fresh rage bubbled inside his chest, inching closer and closer towards his heart. The box blurred from his line of focus and, in the next instant, Brainy found that he was staring directly at Lex, his fingers clenched so tightly he felt the sharp prick of his own nails digging against his flesh.

“Touch her and I’ll kill you,” Brainy said, his voice so low he barely recognised it as his own. But it was his voice, and he realised all too soon that his threat was very real.

After all, he could do it. He knew exactly how to do it. Multiple ways, in fact, flashing through his mind with startling precision, each one more elaborate and gruesome than the last. Watching the light extinguish from Lex Luthor’s eyes… nothing would make him happier.

His ancestors would revel in it. They already were, louder than ever before, melding with the rage that was corroding his lungs with every breath he took.

Some quiet part of Brainy’s mind startled at such inclinations, such a desire to be one like the bloodline he had fought so hard to renounce.

But what was one whisper against a hoard of enticing cheers?

Lex only stared at him, with that smile that never quite reached his eyes, urging him to the very edge of his emotional barriers. “Empty threats, Brainiac-5.”

That was all it took.

Brainy didn’t remember clearing the room, only that when he was fully aware of himself again, he was stood in front of Lex, his right hand gripped firmly around his throat. Every implant inside of him was fired up, ready to snap his neck at the slightest provocation.

When a gleeful laugh tumbled from Lex’s lips, the red staining Brainy’s vision only grew stronger. He growled out, slamming Lex’s body against the reinforced windows with enough force that they shuddered inside their fixtures.

All he needed to do was activate his implants to their highest capacity, activate his ring, and he could take Lex high into the sky. He could watch the oxygen drain from his lungs. Watch his eyes bulge and swell.

Or… or he could simply drop him. Drop him down into the city he nearly destroyed, allowing him to fall with such velocity that the only thing that might remain of him on the sidewalk would be a smear of blood and bone. Like he had never been a person at all.

He had never been a person at all.

Brainy bared his teeth, looking his enemy in the eyes.

Which was when he saw it.

There was no fear there. In fact, if anything, Lex only looked deeply satisfied with what he’d done. What emotions he’d brought to the surface.

Brainy’s eyes flickered back and forth uselessly over that expression, trying desperately to make sense of it. But it… it didn’t make sense. He was threatening Lex’s life and… and he didn’t care.

No. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He was enjoying this. This game. This…

The red film washed from Brainy’s eyes all at once.

He let go of Lex’s throat, stumbling back a pace, gripping uselessly at Lena’s old desk, squeezing it numbly.

Brainy’s chest heaved.

This wasn’t him. He’d spent months now hiding from his truest self, allowing the rage of everything Lex had put him through to fester into a corrosive bile inside his chest and stomach.

But, he was not a killer. He would not turn to the darkest version of himself. He had fought far too long and hard to prove that he was not his kin. That he would never follow the path of his clan.

Lena had let Lex go. And now… now Brainy knew he must do the same.

Lex had crumpled when Brainy had removed his hand, holding tight to his throat between dramatic gasps of air. Still, he was smiling, something crazed shining in that expression. Something... desperate.

Ah. Now, Brainy believed he understood.

Lex needed this… this sick form of attention. Without his sister, without Supergirl, he had run out of enemies to aggravate.

Perhaps it had not been happenstance that this office had been inhabited when Brainy had arrived, after all.

“You aren’t worth my attention,” Brainy said through his teeth, trying to draw in from the emotionless façade he had pulled in the past. It was far more of a struggle than it had ever been before, but it was enough to keep his voice steady. Brainy took a step forward, watching Lex quizzically, as though he were nothing but an animal inside a cage. “My friends,” Brainy continued levelly, “my loved ones, we protect each other, but who would protect you?”

Lex blinked, the smallest furrow creasing his brow, a murmur of confusion.

Brainy’s lips twitched. “If I were to kill you, who would even care if you were gone?” He smirked. “No one.”

Brainy turned away from him then, ignoring the angry red handprint that still painted Lex’s throat, ignoring his enemy’s attempts to goad him even as he headed out the door.

Instead, he took Lena’s box.

And he walked away.

#supergirl #my writing #brainiac 5 #lex luthor #nia nal #anon #my prompts #this wasn't quite brainia heavy in the end but i just HAD to explore brainy's emotions okay?? i NEEDED to #also sorry once again for the delays in prompt fulfilment. if i get hit by inspiration i go for it. there is no order in my inbox.#thank you for the prompt though!

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froghattoadsocks · 4 years

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extinguishing water, boiling fire: chapter 1

zutara fanfic

synopsis: A few years after the end of the war, each member of the Gaang live their lives at peace, and continue to stay in contact. Zuko remains Fire Lord, Aang travels the world in order to deal with Fire Nation rebels, Toph becomes an Earthbending teacher, Sokka gets married, and Katara is left feeling alone. When they all return to the Fire Nation, Katara rethinks her life.

Katara:

It was a warm June morning, with the kind of weather that leaves the silk spread of a bed sticking to skin, and clots the air with a thin layer of moisture. Katara, eyes closed but not sleeping, listens to the distant clomping of a dragon moose’s hooves on a stone street. She’s tepid to get out of bed, until she realizes what day it is. There were always a few times during the year that her friends would return to the Fire Nation, all at the same time. They’d always let her know of their arrival in advance, leaving her impatient for weeks. She recalls receiving a letter from Aang first this time, which read:

Katara!

Great news! I don’t know if you remember the Earthbender general I met with to drive out Fire Nation rebels from Cranefish town, Ro Lon, but we succeeded much earlier than we thought! Isn’t that great? I’m writing to you as I’m packing up my gear (Appa says hello), and I’m coming back home! I should be there for about a month, and the rebels will travel by eelhound with Ro Lon and others. I think Toph’s private students are almost graduates, so I’ll be picking her up from Omashu soon.

We’ll see you in two weeks!

~Aang (and Appa)

She remembers the immediate warmth that flooded throughout her. Oh, to embrace her friends in a loving hug after so long was something she always anticipated, and now it was happening again. Sokka was the next to write, explaining that he and Suki have been wanting a vacation for a while. The small island of Kyoshi made Sokka “..go actually insane Katara. I don’t know if I’m built for this. The same sand, the same couple houses, one market, the looming statue of Kyoshi. Future kids playing in a circle by the Unagi.” Katara chuckled at her brother’s anxiety. The commitment was something he seemed to have trouble with, until he sent her another letter, completely contradicting the first.

Katara this is going to be short. I love Suki. I love this woman. We will have baby, and I will play with baby by the Unagi. But not dangerously, it is a baby after all Katara. You have to visit again sometime. In the meantime, Suki and I are planning a vacation.. Fire nation time? Hehe, be ready.

-Sokka

She was relieved to see her brother, to have family around again. Both blood and chosen. And then there was Zuko. Busy with, oh y’know running the Fire nation. He rarely had time to spend with Katara, even if he lived a few blocks away. She didn’t mind though. On days she wasn’t exploring, Katara would visit the palace, eagerly invited in by Iroh (if he wasn’t at the Jasmine Dragon). She’d spend hours sifting through the vast collection of books in the library, or taste testing Iroh’s new teas. She’d occasionally stick around for dinner as well, which Zuko made attempts to attend. It was always a surprise when he’d show up, with his erratic schedule and all. His hair slicked back into the traditional Fire nation ponytail, his robes slicked down so the dark red trim brushed the floor, Katara was always taken aback that the angsty, awkward teenager was leading a nation. Although, that isn’t to say Zuko has changed much. The beginning of their dinners were always formal. Zuko had trouble immediately dropping his Fire Lord persona; the stiff, monotone voice, perfect posture, a tense expression on his face. and eyes that seemed too tired. Once he became comfortable, there appeared the Zuko that Katara knew.

“So..”, Zuko had said, during a dinner once, tapping his thumbs together, “you wanna hear something funny?”, his rough voice cracking at the end. Katara stifled a laugh, and held a fist up to her lips, making eye contact with Zuko. He narrowed his eyes. smiling, tilting his head as he asked “What’s so funny Katara? I haven’t said my joke yet”. She grinned, replying “Nothing. I just really appreciate that even being such a powerful, godlike firebender, and leader of the Fire nation,” She pauses, batting her eyelashes, “you still haven’t passed puberty.” She remembers Zuko’s cheeks turning from milky white to a warm rouge, and his iconic neck rub as he laughed into his elbow. “Fuck you Katara.”

The memory stunted Katara’s heartbeat. She inhaled sharply, repressing the crush she may or may not have formed for Zuko. After all, there was rarely anybody that interested her. Most potential suitors in the Capital were Fire Nation nobility, such as high ranking generals, and upper class citizens with nationwide business and influence. Others worked alongside Zuko as advisors or guards. The men her age were blinded by their families position, and left Katara bored or angry. Nobody was like Zuko. Her name slides easily off his tongue, and his damn smile is always paired along with it. His laugh is permanently etched into her brain, as she is one of the few people that can get him to relax anymore. She grabs the lacy pillow next to her, shoving it into her face until she chokes the memory away. Finally, she swings her legs over the bed and stretches, excited to meet Aang, Toph, Sokka and Suki at the Palace. Rubbing her face, Katara waterbends the cool water from the bowl on her bedside table onto her face, wiping the drops of sweat away. Once refreshed, she slips on a light blue summer dress, and ties the ribbon around her waist. She examines her outfit in the lengthy mirror, proud she can comfortably walk around the Fire Nation Capital representing her home. Zuko had made sure, immediately after the war, that no xenophobia be permitted. He had stressed that each element, each nation, work together to create one world. She smiles at the speech he had given following his coronation, and the various ones after when rumors of rebels spread throughout the Nation. Kicking away her silky pajamas, she tidies her bed and hurries out the bedroom door. Rushing to her kitchen, she grabs a few purple berries, aware of the colorful consequence, and washes them down with cold water. She wipes her mouth, making a mental note of what to buy at the market before the arrival of her friends. She finds a pair of gray flats, and nearly topples over a messenger as she exits her house.

Zuko:

With pale, slender fingertips pushing against the dark table, Zuko receives word that the avatar and Toph are a few miles from the Capital. He smiles, and signs off on a document, sent by Aang weeks ago, to confirm the withdrawal of rebels from an Earth kingdom town. He sighs, pushing away the papers, and organizes them into a neat pile. Setting down his quill, he stretches in his burgundy chair, and stands. He relaxes his shoulders, and rubs his neck with both hands to relieve himself of the muscle aches that were sure to follow after hours of being hunched over.

“Zuko,” A voice behind him says, “I recommend you get ready soon.”

He turns to see his Uncle leaning against the frame of the grand meeting room entrance. Iroh holds out a cup of tea, smiling tenderly at his nephew.

“I’ll drink later Uncle.” Zuko says dismissively, about to pass by without a second thought.

“Zuko. Have you eaten today?” Iroh eyes his nephew, and feels his bicep. “Have you eaten anything within the past week?” He says, emphasizing the word anything.

Zuko grunts, but appreciates his uncle’s concern.

“Yes Uncle. I just haven’t had time to practice my bending lately.” He admits.

“Maybe once your friends arrive, you’ll have plenty of opportunity. Remember Zuko, you may wear that crown on your head but your duties must not make you forget who you are, what you need.” A smile spreads on Zuko’s face, always happy to receive advice from Iroh.

Zuko grabs his cup from his Uncle, and sips it slowly, the warm liquid calming him from his hours of passing legislations, and writing letters to other cities within and out of the Nation concerning the rebels. It puts his mind at ease. He bows at his Uncle, and briskly walks away towards his bedroom, his robes billowing behind him. Passing by multiple guards along the way, one of his royal servants quickly catches up to him.

“Fire Lord?” The man says nervously. Still after two years, he and other servants are traumatized by the previous ruler.

Zuko looks down at the man, now much taller than he used to be, and smiles.

“Please Izem, you can say Zuko.”

Izem, pleasantly surprised that the Fire Lord still refers to him by name, shyly smiles back, and lets his guard down.

“Zuko.” He corrects. “I was informed you have guests arriving today. Will you be requiring a different set of robes? I’m sure we could fashion something within time.”

He begins rattling off different styles of dress, and how they could tailor Zuko’s desires in the matter of an hour, guaranteed. Zuko reaches a hand out, slowing his walk.

“It’s quite alright Izem. These are old friends. Good friends. I believe I will go casual today.”

Surprised, Izem nods. Zuko has rarely been out of the Palace without Royal garments. He leaves the Fire Lord be, and Zuko is left with his thoughts, but not before he asks something of the servant.

“Izem?”

The man turns around, ready for any request of the Fire Lord.

“Please write to Katara for me. Let her know of the whereabouts of our friends, and tell her to be at the gates within the hour.”

Izem nods, and once again gets ready to leave, scratching down Zuko’s words on his parchment. Zuko stops him again.

“Could you actually add a hello in the beginning. And a please at the end.”

His servant chuckles, and nods to Zuko. Already adding the polite greeting and request to his letter.

It was always exciting getting everybody back together. It has a certain nostalgia to it. Zuko reminisces about the old times, how last year they had decided to leave the Fire Nation for a weekend, and visit the Southern Water Tribe. Although Zuko hated being out of his element, especially remembering the vast empty ice sheets that surrounded him and cloudy days that blocked out the warmth of the sun, he enjoyed meeting Katara’s family. During his time there, he had wanted Katara’s grandmother, who insisted he call her Gran Gran, to like him. He had spent his free time knitting in her tent with her, asking her about water tribe stories and what Katara and Sokka were like as kids. He was especially curious about Katara, asking Gran Gran what her interests as a child were, when she discovered her waterbending abilities, how she took care of the children once her father left. He also took the time during his visit to profusely apologize to the village, as if he hasn’t done that a variety of times before.

The lamps on either side of the intricately carved doors of his bedroom light as he enters. Immediately, the tingly scent cinnamon and spice greet his nose. His room is one of the view places he feels truly himself. Dark oak furninture and deep red walls surround his space. With a small skylight and grand balcony his only source of natural light, he ignites the candelabras in his room, casting a shadowy orange glow through the space. He turns to the mirror that hangs next to an old portrait of him and Iroh, and studies his face. He realizes how much the weight of the title Fire Lord has changed him during the past couple years. His face became broader, yet remained angular. His cheekbones were higher than before, the skin around his jaw tighter. Purple eye bags hung lightly underneath his eyes, a deep purple painted beneath his waterline. He placed a hand lightly against his scar, that has somehow become rougher over time. Eyeing the golden crown that shimmered behind his bun, he grimaced, reminded that the nation has still not met his goal. He still hasn't restored complete honor. For the next few days, he didn’t want to wear the burden of the crown. After all, he had just turned 19, barely an adult. His pale fingers grab the tip of the crown, slowly pulling it out of his hair. Fiddling it between his hands, Zuko decides to keep it within his bedside drawer. He feels the relief already, as if his friends were there. He wanted a few days to be a person again, reminding himself of his Uncle’s words. Kicking off his boots with that hideous, golden point at the end, Zuko removes his robe. He looks forward to nothing more than when he gets to remove the clunky, hefty robe off of his shoulders. He rolls them in circles, enjoying the light feeling. After undoing the clasps around his wrists, he pulls his thick shirt over his head. He stands shirtless, placing a hand over a scar on his abdomen, a constant reminder of the cool, metal knife plunged into him by a rebel. He pushes the memory away and finds a tunic of light material, worn commonly among his citizens. To match, Zuko finds a pair of maroon trousers, a bit too oversized for him, and pulls them on. He stares wide eyed at his reflection once he’s dressed. The shirt he thought would be perfect, actually stretches thin over his chest. He rolls his eyes at his Uncle’s comments about Zuko not eating enough, as the fit of his shirt proves wrong. He also realizes his pants fit well around his hips now, but remain baggy over his legs. The usual leggings he wears underneath his royal garments highlight his muscles, but in this, he looks like a regular visitor in the Capital. Clothes that fit just about right, worn and wrinkled from being thrown in his drawers too many times. He still felt like something was wrong, his appearance still awkward.

“My hair.”

Rarely does he leave his hair down. Even to sleep, he ties his hair completely up. Zuko removes the elastic holding his bun together, and shakes his head quickly, his black hair now a mess. Adjusting a few strands to the middle of his forehead, he’s pleased. He bends to the floor, palms resting on cool stone, and reaches his arm underneath the bed, rustling around for a moment. He smiles once he finds what he’s looking for; his old, trusty boots. The brown shoes are familiar to Zuko, and still fit from his days of traveling with the avatar.

AUTHORS’S NOTE:

this is my first fic! i’m unsure if i’ll be making anymore chapters (but i definitely have lengthy drafts of them) and dont know if i should continue on tumblr or not! let me know what you think/any suggestions:-)

#atla #zutara #18+#fanfic #zuko #katara #the last airbender #avatar #zuko x katara #fanfiction #avatar the last airbender #zutara fic #atla au #avatar ship #katara x zuko #zuko x katara fic #fire nation #avatar: the last airbender

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mst3kproject · 7 years

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Reefer Madness

The first time I saw this movie was on a colourized DVD release with special features, one of which was a commentary. How exactly do you do a DVD commentary on a movie made in 1936? Everybody involved in making it is now either senile or dead! Well, if you already know that everyone watching your movie will be doing so ironically (and probably baked like potatoes), you hire Mike Nelson. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this the only movie I have ever encountered where the Rifftrack is actually on the official DVD.

Even without that, though, Reefer Madness would be a serious MST3K candidate. It's full of curiously old teenagers and flamboyant overacting, and is as ridiculous in its condemnation of marijuana as The Sinister Urge was in its insistence that pornography is the worst of all crimes. It's also widely considered One Of The Worst Movies Ever, an honour it shares with MST3K features like Manos: the Hands of Fate and The Incredibly Strange Creatures who Stopped Living and became Mixed-Up Zombies. If you can't find the version with Mike's commentary, it's easy to riff it yourself. Light up and pass the doritos, and let’s watch.

Reefer Madness begins with multiple forms of exposition. First there's a dull opening crawl about the evils of 'marihuana' (Mike helpfully tells us that this was before the invention of the letter J). Then there's a series of fake newspaper headlines about the 'war on dope', which flash by too quickly for me to see if there are any new petitions against tax (there are photos showing horses). Then we go to a special PTA meeting, where high school principal Dr. Alfred Carroll is expounding on the need to make laws and educate our children about drugs. He promises us a lurid tale of what this horrible substance will drive our children to do.

Then the story finally starts, and we get some characters. We meet May and Jack, a couple who sell pot out of their apartment – May doesn't like her beau's practice of selling drugs to 'young kids', which he does by singling them out at the local malt shop and inviting them to ‘parties’ – once they get there, they are offered joints in place of cigarettes, and bam! Instant addicton and g-rated debauchery for everyone! Laughter! Singing! Dancing! Kissing! Good god, man, it's as if these people are having a good time! Dilbert's boss is the malt shop's piano player for some reason.

So much for our villains. Our protagonists are Billy and Mary, who I believe are supposed to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Do I need to mention that they're played by twenty-five-year-old actors? I didn't think so. They drink hot chocolate while studying together, flirt by reading Shakespeare, and use the word 'swell' a lot. I think the movie wants us to feel that they're nice young folks with their whole lives ahead of them. I find myself looking eagerly forward to seeing horrible things happen to them. Sure enough, first Mary’s brother, Jimmy, and then Billy himself are snared by May and Jack, and proceed to descend into drug-fueled madness!

Almost everybody who so much as touches pot in this movie comes to a horrible end. Mary, worried about her brother and boyfriend, happens across the place and is given a joint. She didn’t even know what it was, but as soon as it starts taking effect the man who gave it to her tries to rape her. Moments later, Billy blunders in and sees, and in the ensuing fight Mary gets shot and killed. Bill is blamed and is sentenced to hanging. The guy who tried to rape Mary goes insane and beats Jack to death. May confesses everything to the cops and then, consumed by remorse, jumps out a window to her death. The would-be rapist is thrown in the nuthouse for the rest of his life, while Billy and Jimmy will have to live with the knowledge that they are at least tangentially responsible for Mary's murder. This is supposed to be a sequence of horrific tragedy upon horrific tragedy, but it's all so histrionic that the audience cannot help but laugh.

Then finally we're back with Dr. Carroll, as he grimly informs us that we must spread the truth about ‘marihuana’ or such tragedies are doomed to happen again. The movie wants to hold Dr. Carroll up as a crusader for good, but from the point of view of somebody watching while not stoned he comes across as a paranoid asshole. This whole story of awful things happening because of drugs is him talking, remember, so when we recognize that what he's saying is absurd, we have to assume that it's him exaggerating in order to scare the shit out of his audience of concerned parents.

Then there's the way he treats his students. At one point in Billy's spiral into addiction, Carroll calls him into his office for a word. There, he tells him he's going to ask him a straightforward question, and then he says “isn't it true that you have, perhaps unwillingly, acquired a certain harmful habit through association with certain undesirable people?” That's a straightforward question? I can barely parse that and I'm stone-cold sober! He adds, “if you ever want to confide in me, no-one will ever be the wiser.” Remember, we're supposedly hearing this sordid story as he tells it to the entire PTA. I'm betting no student ever told him anything ever again.

Another scare tactic used in the movie is much more subtle than the overblown exaggeration. In the real world kids who try drugs usually do so either out of curiosity or a desire to fit in, but Billy and Mary are both tricked into their first joint. This tells the viewer that no matter how sweet and well-behaved their kids are, they're still vulnerable to pushers. Mary and Billy are each offered a cigarette they are told is ordinary tobacco, which is actually both funny and deeply repugnant given the movie's emphasis on what good kids they are. How dare those evil dealers take something as pure and wholesome as smoking and turn it into a tool of moral degredation!

The two 'first joint' scenes also demonstrate quite efficiently that nobody involved in the making of this movie had ever been anywhere near marijuana. If they had, they would have known that it smells totally different from tobacco... or maybe they wouldn't, because they'd all been smoking cigarettes since they were fourteen and their senses of smell were long extinguished. It's actually rather uncomfortable how a film that insists marijuana is 'the real public enemy number one!' shows its teenage characters smoking tobacco as if it's the most normal thing in the world. I asked my grandfather if fifteen-year-olds really smoked back then, and he said they smoked just as much as they could afford to. How does this species survive?!

Equally hilarious and horrifying is how Reefer Madness places such an emphasis on the ideas of 'truth' and 'education' when it is itself such a fountain of bullshit. I've only ever smoked pot once (it put me right to sleep), but even I can tell that Reefer Madness engages in some truly staggering hyperbole. According to Wikipedia, the side-effects of marijuana include dry mouth, red or itchy eyes, paranoia, and a decrease in short-term memory – but none of the twitchy, violent behaviour depicted in this movie. The stoners I've hung out with are usually too busy snacking their way through philosophical conversations to go out and commit violent crimes – yet here we're shown manslaughter and attempted rape, and are told about (though not shown) a boy murdering his entire family with an axe!

The movie goes to some trouble to show how one person's drug use affects an entire family, but of course it takes it to melodramatic extremes. It's Mary's concern for her brother Jimmy that leads her to the pot den, where she is accidentally shot in a struggle. Her parents have to deal with losing one child to drugs and the other to murder, while Billy's parents have to watch their son confess to a crime and be sentenced to hang. Your children's drug use won't just ruin their lives, it'll make you look bad in front of the neighbours!

All this is very bombastic and silly, but there is exactly one good point buried in it. Education is important, and is the best way to combat social problems like drugs. When people know how something works, they're less likely to do it in dangerous ways. Consider sex education: studies suggest that kids who've had comprehensive sex ed actually have less sex than the ones who've been told the devil lurks in a vagina. They certainly have fewer unplanned pregnancies and STDs. Sex is not a forbidden fruit to them, so they're less curious about it, and when they do it, they know how to do it safely. The same is true of marijuana: people who know how to use it responsibly will, whereas those who only know it's a Naughty Thing will just blunder through it and make mistakes.

That's not what Reefer Madness has in mind, though. The movie has every intention of shouting its lies and exaggerations from the rooftops to scare people off ever trying marijuana in the first place. In the real world, this will always be counterproductive, because those who have actually used the drug know perfectly well it's not that bad. Sure enough, by 1938 the supposedly-educational film Tell Your Children had been re-titled Reefer Madness and was playing in grindhouses rather than PTA meetings, having already become a joke. A camp classic is the only type of classic this could ever have been.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #reefer madness #tw: rape #30s

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wildchildalr · 7 years

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Beauty and the Beast AU

The prince is neither vain nor selfish, in fact, he is just and noble. When the threat of war comes to his lands the prince knows his small army has little hope of beating back the invaders, so seeks out The Enchantress. The magical being lives deep in the dark forest of his kingdom and from her he desires a way to even the odds, so that as few of his subjects as possible would perish in the upcoming battle.

Moved by his plight she gives him her most powerful item, an enchanted rose. Whoever possesses the object would be unconquerable, with the strength of ten men and much more. Grateful to The Enchantress he promises to grant her any payment she desired, she however, simply wished for the return of the rose once the kingdom was one again safe. Promising the agreement would be fulfilled the prince led his army to a decided victory. But once The Enchantress came to collect her property, the prince became reluctant to hold to his word. He offered her any other payment she wished; land, titles, gold, but she refused. Then he reasoned that should the enemy return, he would be in need of it’s power once again.

Seeing that the prince intended to not honor their agreement The Enchantress warned him of the consequences of attempting to cheat such a powerful being. When he tried t have her forcibly removed she sent a great wave of light and power through the castle.

Transforming from her beautiful appearance The Enchantress became a terrible sight as she cursed the prince, transforming him into a monstrous beast. The passage of time within the castle stopped and his servants she turned into animated objects while those in the town near the castle forgot their beloved prince. She “gifted” him the rose assuring his kingdom would remain safe until he was able to break the curse, however, should he fail to complete his trial before the last petal fell, he would remain a beast forever while his servants would become inanimate.To break the spell The Enchantress told the prince he must willingly give up the thing he loved an cherished most.

For nearly ten years life in the village continued on, though everyday was much the same as the one before. Within the town lived a young woman named Belle whom many though odd due to her love of reading and frequent daydreaming. Her father Maurice was also looked on as eccentric for his absentmindedness and fantastical ramblings, though many thought the beauty of his music boxes beyond compare.

One day whilst traveling to another town to sell his latest wares Belle’s father became lost and found himself a guest in a seemingly abandoned castle despite the warm meal and grand room he was provided. Upon leaving he spied a large rose hedge, and remembering his promise of a rose to his daughter, he snapped a large bloom off the plant. Suddenly a enormous beast lunged upon him and next thing he realized he was being placed in a cell.

The next day Belle was completing her chores when she was visited by her would-be suitor Gaston. Considered the local hero for his part in beating back invading troops years earlier, many women fall at his feet wishing to be his wife. He however has eyes only for Belle though she has turned him down on multiple occasions, sighting that they have nothing in common. Undiscouraged he tries once more, attempting to persuade her that should her father pass before she is married, a life of beggary would likely be her future. Assuring him that they could never make each other happy Belle closes the door in Gaston’s face. Later as she prepares supper her father’s rider-less horse, Phillip comes galloping into the paddock letting out a screaming neigh of fright. Terrified of what could have possibly happened to her father she immediately mounts the horse demanding he take her to her father.

Traveling through the woods Belle soon found herself outside an enormous and forbidding looking castle. She finds Maurice in the dungeon, where warns her to turn back. Belle then meets the Beast and is stunned by his appearance. The Beast says Maurice is a thief and must serve for life in the dungeon. Belle offers to take his place, despite Maurice's objections. The Beast agrees to the exchange and he lets Maurice go. The Beast then hands Belle over to his servants Lumiere and Cogsworth, though she is initially being freaked out by a talking candelabra and clock. The two were originally heads of the castle before the curse transformed them. Belle also meets Mrs. Potts who is now a teapot and her son Chip, a tea cup. The quartet offer her comfort an sympathy for the loss of her freedom and her father before inviting her to a lavish dinner hosted by nearly the entire kitchen and dinning staff.

After dinner she is introduced to Plumette the maid who had been turned into a featherduster resembling a peacock; Madame de Garderobe an Italian opera singer who is now a wardrobe; and Maestro Cadenza, Garderobe's husband and former composer who is now a harpsicord. Over the following days Belle and The Beast form a tentative friendship as they adjust to each other’s company. Upon discovering she shares his love of reading and learning he gifts her the extensive castle library.

Belle’s father meanwhile returned to the village and frantically began to rant about a monstrous Beast that held his daughter captive. The other villagers laugh at his claims, but Gaston offers to follow Maurice to find the Beast, mainly to get Belle to marry him. Maurice leads Gaston into the forest as they try to find the path to the castle. Gaston, believing Maurice is crazy looses patience after hours of wondering about in the dark and after extinguishing his torch, makes his way back to town alone leaving Maurice to the mercy of the elements.

Along with spending time with The Beast, Belle assists the servants to clean the castle sweeping up the years of sadness and tears and throwing them away. Upon the completion of the ballroom The Beat comments that they should have a dance, to which she agrees should be held that night. Garderobe dresses Belle in a beautiful gown while Lumiere and the others try to properly groom the Beast. The two then meet in the staircase and walk into the ballroom as Cadenza plays a tune to accompany them. Belle and the Beast share a romantic dance. Afterwards, the Beast wonders to Belle if she may be happy there, but she asks if anyone can be happy if they are not free. He knows she misses her father, and he gives her a magic mirror with which to see him. Belle sees Maurice wondering the woods pale and sickly, and she knows he is in trouble. Giving her the mirror to aid in her search, The Beast sets Belle free so that she may go to help Maurice, telling her to bring him back to the castle to receive treatment. She leaves the castle and eventually finds her father but a terrible storm barrels in making returning to the castle impossible so Belle and her father return to their house in the village.

Meanwhile Gaston, fearful of Maurice’s return and the possible accusations he could make, had paid one of their neighbors to spy on the house incase of their return. Upon learning of Maurice’s reappearance he bribes the head of the local asylum, Monseiur D'Arque, to lock the man up unless Belle agrees to marry him. When the mob arrives to take her father away Belle uses the mirror to show them The Beast and prove her father’s sanity. Gaston, upon hearing the warmth with which she spoke of The Beast became enraged realizing she had feelings for him and whipped the crowd into a frenzy calling for the monster’s head. Belle is then locked in the asylum carriage with Maurice as Gaston leads to villagers to storm the castle.

At the castle The Beast stands vigil at the top most window of the tallest tower waiting for Belle’s return. It has been hours and though many of the servants have given up hope, believing Belle saw her chance to run and took it, he knows he will continue to wait for her no matter what, forevermore.

The castle objects see the villagers making their way to the castle. They try to hold the door closed, but the villagers start to break it down. Cogsworth goes to warn the Beast, but he is too depressed to care about what happens. Lumiere then leads all the castle objects into a plan. Allowing the invaders to enter the castle the servants remain still leading the villagers to let their guard down. Once they are all inside Lumiere calls for the attack to begin. Very soon the inhabitants have the villagers running away in terror.

In the carriage Belle helps her father pick the lock telling him of all that had happened since they had last seen each other. Upon the completion of her tale he comments he did not believe that such a seemingly horrible creature capable of such kindness and the ability to love. Nor that Belle would be able to love him in return. But he knew his daughter was smart and brave and able to see past appearances much better than most. They break out of the carriage, and Belle rides Philippe back to the castle.

Gaston makes his way up to the tower and finds the Beast sitting sadly outside the window. He claims Belle sent him and then shoots the Beast in the back and causes him to fall onto a lower roof. Gaston goes after him and wants the Beast to fight back. Belle then returns to the castle, which reinvigorates the Beast's spirit. He defends himself against Gaston and declares he is not a beast. He holds Gaston over a ledge as the coward begs for mercy, but spares his life and orders him to leave. The Beast leaps to the next tower to be with Belle, only for Gaston to shoot him twice in the back moments later. Fate then goes for Gaston as the bridge he is standing on crumbles, and he falls to his death.

The Beast is mortally wounded, but has enough time to see Belle before he dies. He tells her to leave the castle, go and see the world, have as many adventures as she desires. He simply asks for her to remember him fondly from time to time. The last petal then falls.

Belle cries over the Beast and tells him she loves him. The Enchantress silently appears and stands over the enchanted rose and she restores the rose to its original look, thus breaking the spell. The Beast then transforms back into his human self. He and Belle then share their first kiss. The darkness then disappears over the kingdom, and everything starts going back to normal. Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, Plumette, Cadenza, and Garderobe all turn human again and reunite with their loved ones. The Prince runs to hug his friends. A celebration is held in the ballroom with all the castle subjects and villagers, including Maurice an many others joining. Belle and the Prince share a dance, wherein Belle asks the Prince if he can grow a beard to which he replies with a playful growl. Garderobe and Mrs. Potts sing while Cadenza plays the music over the dance.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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villainsarebetter · 7 years

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An Uninvited Guest

Parent Fic: The Dark One finds himself in need of the scales of a specific sort of dragon to complete a deal. Lucky for him, Belle has exactly the sort of scales he needs…but whether she’ll give them to him willingly is another matter.

Prompt: @rumpleshtiltskin ( @k2esso): Regina visits. Belle doesn't like the infringement on her territory (namely Rumple's personal space).

Somehow, Rumpelstiltskin had never considered that having a dragon in residence would affect his business deals at all. After all, he was the Dark One, a far more dangerous foe than a simple dragon and if someone was willing to brave him, surely they wouldn’t mind Belle? It wasn’t like she was party to any of his deals and he specifically asked her to leave his supplicants alone, even if they were not good people and came to his home carrying sizable amounts of gold and riches, normal targets for her fiery anger. Most of the time she stayed away from the castle entirely when he was making deals, well-aware that she was not welcome.

This worked well, for the most part, though rumors of a dragon ran rife through the surrounding communities. The peasants were terrified that she would move on from her preferred prey of bandits and burn down their homes and farms – dragons were known as vicious, greedy beasts with no respect for anyone but themselves. Even though Belle never left the wilds around the Dark Castle in dragon form, her presence left an impact. Rumple didn’t see that as his problem – if the peasants wanted to fear her, then that was perfectly fine with him. The truly desperate would not be deterred from seeking him out and the less time he had to waste on anyone else the better.

What he didn’t expect was the reaction of the royals and other magic users, who all seemed to credit him for Belle’s actions. In the first six months of her time at the Dark Castle, he was forced to dispatch three times as many knights in shining armor out to make a name for themselves by slaying the Dark One. None of them went for Belle, of course, just him. It was strange but easily dealt with. Other magic users obviously had their own opinions on the matter of ‘his’ dragon, but they were not so foolhardy as to anger him by saying something negative to his face.

All other magic users but one, that is.

Regina saw nothing wrong with waltzing straight through his front door uninvited and informing him about the recent turn that the rumors had taken, to his displeasure.

“Pulling a Maleficent, Rumple?” Somehow she managed to sneer and smirk at the same time, quite an accomplishment. “I thought such mimicry was beneath you.”

He eyed her out of the corners of his eyes in irritation, refusing to turn his attention from his wheel to indulge her desire for attention. She wouldn’t be there if she wasn’t fishing for something, and he wasn’t inclined to give her whatever it was, not after that entrance. Ignoring his distaste, she advanced into the room and lit on the nearest chair – Belle’s favorite chair. The edge of Rumpelstiltskin’s mouth twisted downwards when the evil queen made herself comfortable as if she belonged there.

“Just what are you implying, dearie?” He snapped, warning Regina with his dark tone. Characteristically, she ignored his anger. If she weren’t necessary for his plans, he would have quite happily taught her a lesson in respect – namely in the consequences of disrespecting the darkest and most powerful sorcerer in existence.

She merely laughed and waved an arm clad in elegant black satin, brushing away his anger as if it didn’t exist. “I’m talking about your recent penchant for terrorizing the peasants as a dragon. I wouldn’t say it’s creative, but it’s certainly effective.”

“My what?” Finally, he looked up and fixed his gaze on hers, obviously what she’d been waiting for because she leaned forward eagerly.

“Are you saying that you aren’t the Dark Dragon? Everyone who’s seen it claims it lives here, and you have to admit, you bear a certain resemblance. There aren’t that many scaly sorcerers in the Enchanted Forest, you know.”

“I’m the Dark One, dearie.” He replied flatly, unamused. “There are no others like me. And I have certainly not been transforming into a dragon. Also ‘The Dark Dragon’? That is a ridiculous title.”

“Oh, really? I suppose that means it’s a wild beast. And, if it isn’t you, then it must be as much of a nuisance for you as it has been for me. That blasted lizard has robbed five of my men in the past month and four the month before that.” This time, her sneer was angrier but also more relaxed – apparently the new anger was not aimed at him. “I’d thought you were making a statement, and perhaps I should drop by to make one in return.”

“And just what were your men doing in my forest?” He was amused to find that Belle had accidentally irritated Regina – but not that Regina had been a position to be affected by her patrols of the Dark Forest in the first place. Nor was he impressed by her apparent intention to threaten him.

“Carrying messages and the like.” Regina tried to brush it off, but he caught the way her eyes darted towards the door, not quite nervous but close enough to make him suspicious – she hadn’t meant to let that slip. “You haven’t been responding to my messages, so the dragon is obviously interfering and-.”

“Lies, Regina? Really?” It was his turn to sneer. He rose from his stool slowly, in obvious threat. “Maybe you’d like to tell me what you’re really doing here?”

“Honestly, Rumple, you’re so suspicious. I can see there’s no use talking to you today.” Regina rose, aiming to retreat elegantly and pretend it had been her idea to withdraw. The tense line of her shoulders spoiled the image for Rumple’s practiced eye, but he let her go – he’d find out what she was hiding in due time, and use it to his own benefit.

He followed her out of the room and the main door, staying close enough behind her to keep her on edge. Whenever he stepped a little too close to her, clicking his shoes loudly and breathing near her neck, she sped up slightly, apparently unconsciously and he made a game of forcing her to speed up and slow down, eroding her dignity a little more every time. By the time Regina realized what he was doing, there was no salvaging her image.

In the courtyard, she turned towards him with a cold smile on her face and dark, angry eyes. Rumpelstiltskin had no cause to be worried; she might be a sorceress but he was the Dark One – his power would always be superior to hers; but he still paused and cocked his head, willing to listen to whatever empty threats she cared to levy against him today. And respond with his own, much more feasible and appropriate threats, of course.

“You know, Rumple, you should be a bit more respectful.” Her tone was biting.

“Oh? And why is that?” He was now fully amused – whatever anger and irritation he’d felt earlier had melted in his enjoyment of irritating her.

“Because you never asked what statement I was going to make!” Regina’s hand snapped upwards, holding something that was already surrounded by a ball of toxic black magic and too late, Rumple remembered her words about repaying ‘his attacks’ on her men.

Before he could respond – and before Regina could complete her spell – an ear-shattering roar sounded above them. Rumple was now used to such a sound, a great booming howl unlike anything else in Enchanted Forest, and did not react, but Regina cried out and clapped her hands over her ears, instinctively crouching as a massive shadow approached overhead. The heavy flapping of massive wings filled the air around them as the shadow circled above and dust stirred from the sudden wind, settling on the evil queen’s signature black dress and turning it the color of ash.

Rumple did not look up as the sound of a massive body landing behind him resounded through the courtyard (though he did wince a little internally at the thought of Belle’s dragon-form landing on his roof – she definitely wasn’t light and the castle was old) – instead, he remained staring at Regina with a fixed smirk on his face.

“What was that you were saying about a ‘Dark Dragon’, dearie?” He snarked. The queen’s wide eyes darted between him and Belle in dawning comprehension and anger.

“You…” Her word was a snarl. “It is your fault!”

“Well, I’m certainly not the dragon in question.” He danced forward a few steps in a manner designed to unnerve, but Regina did not quaver. “I never said I didn’t know the dragon.”

“You…!”

Magic blossomed in her hands again, dark and ugly, and Rumple prepared to smack her down in a duel – but Belle reacted first.

The dragon roared in rage and suddenly Rumple found himself snatched up in a giant clawed paws, clutched under the arms by scaly hands that wrapped around his entire torso. Regina didn’t even notice what happened to him because Belle’s next action was to snap forward her long neck and let out a torrent of flame at the offending sorceress.

Regina stumbled backwards with an humiliating yelp, trying to avoid being roasted, all sense of dignity lost, and tried to yell to him and demand that he make Belle stop. Her multiple attempts at calling out were nearly indistinguishable from the roar of flames and eventually she gave up and lunged gracelessly into her carriage, using magic to send it rolling away at breakneck speed.

Unlike the sorceress, Rumple was not threatened by the flames – because he was still clutched to the dragon’s chest like a toy and no matter how hard he squirmed, she refused to let him go. He was able to shoot preservation spells at his castle, grounds, and trees so that nothing else burned in the flames, but dragonfire was not so easily extinguished – one could only remove its fuel and wait for it to burn itself out. Especially when he could not get near it!

“Belle!” He yelled. “Let me go!”

Her giant wedge-shaped head turned towards him and he found himself thoroughly examined by a very concerned dragon. He tried to push her nose away when she sniffed worriedly at him, looking for blood or foreign magic, but she didn’t want to let him go and his magic was useless against her scales.

“I’m fine! Put me down!”

Unfortunately, she didn’t seem in any hurry to believe or obey him. In fact, she didn’t let him out of her grasp until Regina’s carriage had left the Dark Forest altogether and the fire had burned to ash. When she was finally satisfied that he was safe again, she let him go and he vanished into the Dark Castle in an irritated huff, refusing to turn around when massive paw-steps transformed into quiet footsteps that followed him back to his wheel, and Belle settled into her habitual chair near his side.

She was undeniably much better company than Regina, though.

#Rumbelle fic #Monster Month #creature!fic #dragon AU #Dragon!belle #creature!Belle

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mrsjaecole-blog · 7 years

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Let's make a love scene♡

. . Once we started to use our alternate way of communication we started to get to know one another a bit. She was a lesbian in real life. And I was only bi-sexual in the virtual world. I had never even considered being with a woman mainly because I knew how emotional and hormonal that I WAS. So that would be x 2. So, my stance was “friendship” in real life and nothing more.

Then came the exchanging of photos. Hers, just so that I knew what she looked like and mine, just so that she could validate that I was indeed a woman and that the woman was ME. Without either of us even paying much attention though, love started to take over. We were only delusional in thinking that either of us were still in control. I felt the butterflies, but I attempted to shew them away and cast them in my net of denial. She felt the desire, but attempted to extinguish the flames. However, like a moth to a flame, we were drawn to one another. It was like an unspoken agreement that we did belong to each other. And when the night became day, enough times.

Her lips became my kryptonite. The urge to taste them became intense, so much so that I did.

My hands traced the collar of her shirt then gripped the flaps of it and tugged at them gently pulling her towards me soon after, our lips were pressed firm together and my tongue was slowly dancing with and massaging hers. I have never been one who loves to kiss. But in that moment, I felt what Katy Perry had sung. I kissed a girl, and I liked it. The more she kissed me, the hotter my body grew. When she broke the kiss, I was filled with disappointment. Was I bad..? I could do better, if that’s what she needed.

My eyes frantically searched hers for answers. Unfortunately, they gave none. My head tilted slightly to the right as I questioned her, speaking just above a whisper. “Did I do something wrong..?” My lashes batted slowly as I gazed over at her. Her head shook, “No. It’s just that I can be very.. Freaky, and the last girl that I was with said that I was TOO freaky, and it freaked her out.” Oh GOD. Wrong moment to mention an ex, I yelled at her on the inside.. But I was so distracted by watching her lips move that I didn’t really care what they were saying. “Ahem. Well, tell me.. What makes you ‘TOO’ freaky..?” I asked, while I fought to hold my composure. Honestly, at that moment I was a bit frustrated and confused. Just weeks and months ago I would never have imagined being with a woman, nor desiring one as much as I did her. Yet here I was ready to dive in head first. No worries. No cares.

She spoke again, and this time I managed to focus more on her words than her lips. “I like to role-play, different men. Sometimes I’ll role-play watching a man fxck you, and sometimes I’ll role-play that I’m the man fxcking you.” My eyebrows furrowed and I was confused so I had to ask. “So it would turn you on to watch someone else fxck me?” Of course, her response was the right one. “Hell no. You’re mine. These men are ME. I would only role-play a man fxckin’ you, never actually let one fxck you.” I nodded and agreed, “Okay.” We had an understanding and if she wanted to role-play that way, I could agree to her terms.. “So, you’re cool with that? Me being different guys fxckin’ you..?” I gazed over at her, and screamed on the inside, “Hell, at this point I would agree to you fxckin’ me with a lit dynamite, just touch me Woman!” But on the outside I was cool and calm, biting down on my bottom lip and nodding my head. “Yes.”

That was when she lifted her thumb and tugged my bottom lip from being trapped between my teeth, and before I knew it her lips had entrapped it between theirs. Suckling gently upon it and tugging soft as if to say, “This is mine.” Without speaking the actual words. Her hands were all over my body, getting well acquainted with ever curve and crevice. I felt them.. Everywhere and I was at her mercy. Especially when her lips found their way to my neck. I had no desire to pull back or to be away from her wandering hands. She gripped my breasts and caressed my thighs. To say that I was merely.. Wet, would be a great injustice to her. I was soaked. My heart rate was off the meters, I was panting and moaning and she hadn’t even touched me there yet.

I felt as though I was about to explode from her kisses alone. I yelled at my inner goddess to get some self control, but she only rolled her eyes at me. Even she was putty in this Women’s hands. My hands gripped and tugged at her shirt as she moved to lay me back on the carpeted floor, yanking open my shirt. Finally, they were free and all to happy to see her. So happy in fact, that they were half way outside of my bra and my erect nipples greeted and begged for her attention. She answered with her tongue at first. Circling each of my areolas with her wet, warm tongue. The heat from her mouth on my sensitive skin made them perk up even more, and caused my back to arch inward pushing my breast deeper into her mouth. When I felt her teeth nip and tug them I thought that I might yelp out in pleasure, and then explode.. But I fought back the urge once more.

If she had me like this already, I stood no chance when the real fun began. And just as that thought entered my head, I felt her start to trail wet kisses down past my breasts then past my abdomen.. Past my pelvis. And there, she stopped and glanced up at me. Our eyes met and I tried desperately to hide, how much I longed to feel her warm breath and wet tongue press against my clit.. She displayed a devilish grin as she started to kiss my inner thighs, trailing each one with her tongue. My moans were escaping my chest before I could even recognize them as mine. What was she doing to me..?! I wanted to grip her head and force it right where I needed her to be at that very moment, but I played by the rules and allowed her to do what she wanted, after all. I was at her mercy. My lashes batted closed, as I decided to indulge in the torturous pleasure.

That was when I felt her finger penetrate me slowly. Slipping in and out of my moist folds. I was sure she could feel how hot I was on the inside, when I heard her groan low. My juices started to flow even more coating her finger. Soon after, I felt her warm tongue glide across my clitoris and my will was gone. An orgasm surged throughout my body hard. Harder than I had ever cum before. It frightened me, yet I wanted more of her. My moans lasted at least a minute or two after I came, and once I caught my breath her lips were on mine again. In between kisses she whispered. “You’re so wet. And you taste so sweet.”

Hearing her voice made my heart skip beats. We shared deep kisses and our hands wandered one another’s bodies a little while longer. I was in love and I knew it. And from the way that her hands touched and glided all over my body, the way that she kissed me.. I knew that the feeling was mutual. The way that I was feeling about her in that moment came with fear, and emotion and even a little bit of hesitation. It was as if she could read my mind because her hand gripped my chin and she looked me deep in my eyes making sure that our eyes were locked, as she pushed up into me. My mouth fell open and I gasped. But my eyes stayed on her, as she lifted one of my legs and placed her arm underneath it to keep it propped up and slowly started to work her way deeper into me.

With each stroke I could feel her sink deeper into my soul, I moaned and purred with pleasure as did she. Before I realised it my hips were grinding in slow, hard circles up against her.. And she was kissing me deep I’m assuming because of how loud and uncontrolled my moans had become with her roomate in the next room over. I attempted to control my moans, but the deeper she went and the harder she thrusted into me the higher my moans got. My nails were cutting into her back as our sweat began to mix with one another. Soon my moans were drowned out by the sound of her ramming into me, her body lay flat against mine pinning me so that I had no choice but to accept every inch and every thrust at first.

Pretty soon she found my gspot and was stabbing it repeatedly ramming into me as if both of our lives depended on it. She lifted her chest from mine and gripped my neck soft as she picked up her pace fxcking me harder and faster. Whispering to me between gritted teeth, “You belong to me, you understand..?” Fxck. Those words alone was enough to drive me over the edge. I nodded and whispered “Yes.” Her deep thrusts continued as I heard her breaths get faster, I could see and feel that she was about to cum. Her grip tightened just enough “Say, yes DADDY!” she demanded, and with that I started to cum hard once again, but this time it was multiple orgasm. Shxt. I did as she demanded and in between moans and pants and I whispered, “Yes daddy!”

As soon as the words left my mouth she started to cum just as hard as me, sinking her tongue deeper into my mouth, massaging and sucking on my tongue as she groaned into my mouth and held onto me tight, my arms wrapped tight around her as well. And we remained that way until we were both able to catch our breaths.. When she regained her strength she released her grip on me, slid out of me and laid right beside me. I rolled over on my side to face her, a huge smile displayed on my face. That was when she whispered, “Fxck bby, you can’t ever leave me.” And that’s when I knew that I never would.♡

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