#ursala makes it about the man

[blues824]

Imagen the menece mc Watching the Disney film with the dorm leaders.

🦐Asking Vil if he can also become a ugly hag and Leona replying he already is the ugly hag.

🦐 Saying to Kalim that he is like the jolly old sultan and jamil jafar and him happyly agreeing(poor jamil having to listen to Kalim sing those songs hundreds of times ) .

🦐Asking Malleus to put her 100 years to sleep so she doesn't have to deal with anything anymore.

🦐Telling Azul to be more confident about his Weight and that ursala looks good and doesn't care about her body that she rocks it.

🦐Telling Leona to nog get any ideas of becoming the king like scar did (he won't he loves his family to much. )

🦐Telling Ida to become a comedy genius like hades and grow his confidence more.

🦐How would they react to the heroes winning in our world story and that nobody almost likes them.

🦐If they have to deal with the bs from the intire school and those overbolts they desided to be a mence to them.

(Mc getting ready to start another day in twisted wonderland)

Female reader.

Riddle Rosehearts

It took a lot of convincing to get him to ditch his studies just to watch a movie with you, but you got him when you mentioned that the Queen of Hearts would be in it. So here you are, cuddling under a blanket in his room as you played the movie.

However, throughout the whole movie, you were commenting on how he acted exactly like the Queen of Hearts. Wasn’t that obvious already? Then you said that you were exactly like Alice because you found yourself in a strange world. And that’s how you got your nickname, my Alice.

Also, he can see why Trey, Ace, Deuce, and Cater could be seen as the card knights, as they are serving under Riddle’s rule. The whole dynamic with you being Alice fits well because you didn’t know any of the rules but Riddle kept accusing you of breaking them unfairly. He does apologize after, because this movie has made him see the error of his ways.

Leona Kingscholar

It did not take a lot of convincing when you said that you would be willing to cuddle him as long as he watched a movie with you. So, you grabbed some snacks and you got situated on Leona’s bed and you started playing the Lion King.

This man let a tear fall when Mufasa died, because it reminded him of his older brother, but he did like Scar’s line of Long Live the King. However, this soft moment with Leona was interrupted by you blowing into a tissue and telling him to never make his nephew leave or else you would leave him. 

But, he will admit that Ruggie did remind him of the hyenas in the movie. He laughed all the freaking time, he was willing to be at his beck and call, Leona legit would not be able to tell the difference. Plus, he was a hyena. However, it left him wondering about Jack. Where would he fit into this complicated equation?

Azul Ashengrotto

He had to be pulled away from work, so you said why not watch the Little Mermaid? So, you both went to his room and watched the movie there. If he was being honest, this was a great way for him to wind down. You were leaning onto his shoulder as you watched, and the moment was peaceful.

That was, until the Poor Unfortunate Souls scene came on. You turned down the volume and faced him, and told him that Ursula was beautiful and confident as she was, and you wanted to follow the wise words of SZA and get a big boy. Poor boy didn’t understand what you were saying, but he was happy to know that you loved him no matter what he looked like.

Flotsam and Jetsam definitely reminded him of Floyd and Jade. However, they were a tad creepier than the tweels, which was saying a lot. Ursula became his new idol, as she was almost powerful enough to overthrow King Triton. Unfortunately, she was defeated before that could happen.

Kalim Al-Asim

He was down to watch a movie right when you asked, however it was Jamil who you really needed to convince. So, you decided to just play it in the Lounge. You and Kalim were laying down in each other’s arms, while Jamil was playing as the third wheel.

When the Sultan and Jafar were introduced, you pointed to the screen and shouted that they were them. Your sudden exclamation surprised both of them, but Kalim could see the resemblance. Somehow, the same could not be said about the Vice Housewarden (he did see the correlation, but he did not want to acknowledge it).

Your boyfriend here absolutely loved the movie, and thought that the love story was quite adorable. A really flustering thought popped into his head when Jasmine and Aladdin got engaged because he would love to marry you one day. But, that day is far ahead.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprisingly, he was for the idea of finally unwinding from his stress as both a student, a Housewarden, and a movie star. So, he took off his makeup and you both were having a spa day as you put on Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

But, he regretted saying yes when you pointed at the Evil Queen’s old hag form and asked him if he could transform into that. This man was hit with horrible PTSD, but I will not say anything more so I don’t spoil it too horribly. It keeps him lying awake at night, which is definitely not good for his beauty sleep.

Rook acts like the opposite of the hunter, and Vil refuses to think that Neige is like Snow White. In his story, his rival is the bad guy, and he won’t think about it any other way. However, he knows that he himself is not Snow White, but rather the Evil Queen. You don’t make it seem like that, though.

Idia Shroud

You both went on the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Discord and agreed to watch a movie that you had somehow procured from your world. He was intrigued, so it was a virtual date. The movie started off great, and you both were sending DM’s that commented about it.

However, when Hades came into the scene, you messaged him and said you should be confident and funny like him. That sent his thoughts spiraling, and he was wondering if he had to change himself so that you would like him more. You caught onto this, though, and stated that you wouldn’t mind being his Persephone.

Hades made him laugh and snicker a few times, but he really did not like how he treated Pain and Panic. Most of all, he didn’t like how he treated Meg. Actually, she reminded him of you because you were often very sarcastic and sassy but also gorgeous. When he looked at you, he got the same feelings that Hercules had.

Malleus Draconia

You inviting him to something was definitely the highlight of his day, but he wasn’t familiar with movies. So, you agreed that you would meet up at night at your dorm so that you both could have some privacy. You propped up a school-supplied laptop onto the foot of the bed as you and Malleus sat against the headboard, and you played Sleeping Beauty.

When the curse that Maleficent placed on Aurora went into effect, you whispered to the dragon fae beside you and asked if he could place a sleeping curse on you because you don’t want to be awake to suffer through everyone’s bullshit. To be honest, he has thought about it because he hates how you’re constantly surrounded by multiple different men. Plus, the thought of being your true love and being the one to kiss you awake was very enticing.

The night ended with you both falling asleep within your bed, and Grim had to sleep on the couch. However, Malleus did wake up early so that he could get back to Diasomnia in time to not cause Sebek or Silver to panic. He had to deal with the painful feeling in his chest as he left you alone in your bed, but he placed a kiss on your forehead before departing.

#twst #twst x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #leona #twst leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona kingscholar #twst azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #twst azul ashengrotto #kalim x reader

[itsatwinthing4]

Honestly what’s frustrating about Disney’s Wish, is that not only did they wasted the opportunity to make Queen Amaya as an interesting character, but they also super fumbled King Magnifico as a villain. Disney feels like they wrote two different villains but then just smashed them together and said , “ yeah that looks good enough” despite the fact that the two villain archetypes they smashed don’t really fit together or at least was executed very poorly. He just keeps flip flopping between the two archetypes which makes him feel inconsistent. Disney just needed to pick a lane.

They either just needed him to be bad from the beginning ( no tragic backstory) and his wife should have been bad along side him as well ( an evil power couple would have been so much fun) If he was just going to be bad BAD he needed someone to work off with, which is where his wife would come in. All great Disney villains have someone to work off of/with. Hook and Smee, Tremaine and the stepsisters, Cruella, Jasper and Horace, Scar and the hyenas, Ursala and the eels, etc…

Anyway, either have the true evil duo couple…

Or they should have made him like King Andrius ( from Amphibia). A Leader who was kind and well meaning at the start. But due to past trauma and insecurities they let their hubris, arrogance, and, to some extent ignorance, lead them into making bad decision after bad decision. Which sends them down a dark path.

Also, like Andrius, it would have been interesting to see Magnifico get a redemption arc. Now I wouldn’t want him redeemed right away, heck I don’t even want him redeemed at the end of the movie. I’m a firm believer in actions have consequences, and you need to work at making up for what you did wrong. But I believe everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves and for others to believe that a person can be better even if they may have made horrible mistakes. I at least wanted Amaya to have been saddened by what happened to her husband while still being resolute about having to stop him because he was clearly out of control but that the queen still hopes to help him return to being the kind man she fell in love with.

His redemption could have been for a sequel or a tv series or something like that.

#Disney’s Wish #Wish #Disney #king magnifico #queen amaya #villains #wasted villains #king andrias #amphibia #good villain

[allthebest20]

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

8/10 - I liked this book a lot, although sometimes I found it difficult to read. A lot of characters share similar names, and their narratives weave in and out of chronological order. The book tells a whirlwind story that starts with a couple and their young sons and ends 5 generations later. While much of what happens in the book sounds roughly historically accurate, many aspects also contain an element of magic. Characters see ghosts and predict the future, mysterious plagues hit the town, and some events can only be explained through the supposively impossible.

We've only recently entered a reality where we expected most things to make sense, to be explainable by science. Yet, most of our ancestors lived in a far more fantastical reality, and Marquez does a beautiful job capturing this. As time passes in the novel, less magic seems to occur, so that by the end, they may have well been living in the banal reality of the late twentieth century. I don't know much about the history of northern South America -- although the book never specifies a global location, based on Marquez's background, I think it's safe to say that the fictional town of Macando is set in Columbia -- I felt like this book gave a glimpse into how life has changed in the last 150 years in the area.

The story starts with Jose Arcadio Sr. and his wife Ursula. Although it follows the Buendia name, if the story is about any one individual character, it would be Ursula, the strong matriarch who holds the family together. (Spoiler) It is after her death that the family really starts to fall apart and reach their ruin. It is Ursula who ties her husband to the tree when he goes mad, who raises the kids, grand-kids, great-grand-kids and beyond, who earns money for the family and keeps the house in good shape. She is the only one who can speak reason or spark fear in her unruly descendants, in turn giving her a great deal of power over how the town is governed. During her lifetime, the house and family are joyous because of her hard-work and spirit. J.A. Sr. (and Ursula) are the founders of Macondo, the town where all events of the book take place. After a fight that ends in the other man's death, Jose Arcadio and a group of men set out to establish a new town. After much wandering, they start Macondo, a very happy place where, under Jose Arcadio's leadership, everything is fair.

It seems as though both Jose and Ursula have some sort of family history in their old town, although they distinguish themselves from the Indians, so they are not fully indigenous. They speak Spanish, so they are likely descendants of colonizers who have been living in South America for at least a few generations. Their European heritage is never mentioned. Later in the novel, more colonists, this time English speakers, come to Macondo to set up banana plantations. There is also some mentions of dwindling, suffering, and resisting Indigenous populations, but they are mostly spoken about like second class citizens. There are two Indigenous characters that work as servants, maybe slaves, for the Buendia's, before they even become very wealthy. They arrive of their own free will, looking to escape their village which is over run with a horrible plague (historically accurate) that causes insomnia and eventually delirium (probably not historically accurate). One of these characters stays until their death, serving the family, utterly devoted, very one-dimensional. In another part of the book, an Indigenous military leader is killed because Aureliano I, Ursala's son, thinks he is too fearless, too savage, too much of a natural leader, who might divert power from himself. The Buendia's are both colonizers and colonized. They show no awareness of this -- no sympathy for or affinity with the Indigenous people. If they have indigenous roots, they do never acknowledge it.

When the banana company moves into town, there is very little concern about it at first. The banana company is an obvious colonizer: they set up their own village, separate from Macondo, with an imported design. They establish a stricter government and they over work their employees. However, none of the Buendia's work for the company, so the working conditions are not of big concern to the narrative. Ursula's great-great-grandchild, Meme, is friends with the daughters of the banana company executives, so she spends time over in their posh village. It isn't until Aureliano I, the retired revolutionary, starts talking a big game against the banana company, that the family is really pulled in. Of his 17 sons, born across the country to different women, all of whom were hoping to birth a military leader as great as Aureliano, all but one are killed by the government to prevent an uprising. Jose Arcadio Segundo (who is actually the third Jose Arcadio), Ursula's great-grandchild, also tries to stand up to the banana company by helping to organize strikes. The way the banana company saga ends, though, is interesting and a little puzzling to me. The banana company gathers all the strikers together in the town center, closes all the exists, and massacres every single one of the workers and their families. Segundo wakes up in a train full of dead bodies, the only survivor, and escapes, only to find that no one has heard of the massacre. Years later, the massacre becomes a wild myth, erased from all textbooks and the common memory. The banana company promises to resume production right after the rain finishes. However, the rain continues for years, and the banana company quickly abandons the site. The narrator claims that the banana company can control the weather, and purposefully causes the years of rain. This makes me think that the banana company murdered the strikers because their organized power was too much to handled, but they also couldn't risk news of a successful strike spreading. They had to abandon the town because the sudden lack of workers would have been suspicious, so the executive caused the rain to create an excuse to leave, to plunge the town into such soggy disparity that no one would question the absences of so many people. I don't know why Marquez would give the banana company power over the weather, since by this time, less and less magic is happening in Macondo. Perhaps it is just a metaphor for the overarching power that capitalist colonizer exercise over an area. Their plantations often have huge environmental effects, although typically these fall short of changing the rain.

The town never fully recovers from this colonization, although, years later, people blame the town's trouble on the banana company leaving, not it's arrival, the massacre, the changing government, or the rain. This, of course, is a classic way to misremember history. Only those of us with a bird's eye view can be certain of what happened and why, and even I remain unsure in this case.

If I was to read this book again, I would highlight every time Marquez uses the word solitude. At the end of the book, I am still wondering who spent a hundred years in solitude. It is hard to track time in this story, but it may be 100 years from when Melquíades writes the prophecy of the Buendia family and when Aureliano IV, Ursula's great-great-great grandchild, final deciphers it. Perhaps it is Aureliano I, the revolutionary war leader, the father who out lives his 18 sons, the introvert, late bloomer, alchemist and gold-fish maker, who lives in the most solitude. Or perhaps it's Ursula, cursed to watch her descendants repeat the same mistakes. Or maybe it's the first Jose Arcadio, who fluctuates between a responsible and fair leader and a self-important mad scientist, who goes mad and must be tied to a tree behind the house. There he ultimately dies, but his ghost lives on in the house. Many of his descendants are similar: flipping between greatness and obsession, responsibility and madness. Spending years serving the community and then years locked away. Still, it is Ursula who I feel the most for: she's the only steady one, always working for her family, always caring about others. Alone in her true sense of responsibility to the family.

The book also has a lot of weird incest things. From the gate, we learn that Ursula and Jose Arcadio are cousins. For months after their marriage, Ursula wears chastity underwear to prevent her husband raping her in fear that their child will have the tale of a pig. The book often puts women in this role of protecting themselves from the desires of the men in their life. No one is safe from lust. Twice, nephews fall in love with their aunts, who worry that the boys will rape them in the night. Amaranta, Ursula's daughter, practically raises Aureliano Jose, Aureliano I's illegitimate son, and he becomes obsessed with her. The narrator implies he develops these feelings because of Amaranta's carelessness: she is often naked in front of him as he gets older, and she lets him cuddle her, enjoying the way it feels to be touched by a warm body. Llittle Aureliano II develops deeply sexual feelings for Amaranta, who rejects them strictly and dies a virgin. Amaranta's lack of romantic companionship is a self-designed punishment for the suicide of a lover who she rejected harshly, despite leading him on and developing affection for him. This is one of many examples of women being punished for their relationship with sex, something I will come back to soon. Three generations later, the same thing happens between Amaranta Ursula and Aureliano IV. Amaranta II, a free-wheeling young women who loves having sex with her older, wealthy European husband, ultimately chooses to be with her cousin. Their passionate sex leads to the last Buendia: a little boy who is born with a pig-tail, just like Ursula worried about all those years ago. Amaranta II dies in child birth, and Aureliano IV, loses himself in grief. The new born is neglected and eaten by ants, just before Aureliano is killed in his ancestral home by a wind storm. This is how the book ends, as Aureliano IV translates Melquíades' prophecy: The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants. It is unclear, apparently, if Amaranta and Aureliano know they are related. Although Amaranta always grew up with little Aureliano around, his origins are unknown, because Amaranta's sister birthed him in a nunnery and her mother, Fernanda, kept his origins a secret because of the shame of his illegitimacy. However, he has the family name and the resemblance, so I don't believe they truly didn't know.

Now, to talk about the misogyny in the book. Ursula ultimately allows Jose Arcadio to have sex with her because she worries that with out that outlet, Jose Arcadio is prone to recklessness. She does not have sex because she desires him. Amaranta II at first rejects Aureliano IV, but one night he sneaks into her room, and at first she fights him off, but then she lets the fighting become sex. The scene is framed as consensual, because Amaranta's husband is the other room, so at any time, if she had made any noise of distress, he could have come to her rescue. We are left to assume that she secretly wants it. She is one of a few female characters in the book who enjoys sex, and she is ultimately punished for it: she loses her husbands, has a son with a pig tail in a dilapidated house, and then shortly thereafter dies. The other sex lovers include Pilar Ternera, the old prostitute who bears a child by both Aureliano I and Jose Arcadio II. While she lives a decent life, she works hard, never finds love, and neither Buendia boy knows her as their mother. Petra Cotes is another: she is refered to as Aureliano Segundo's -- truly Aurelieno III, Ursula's great-grandson, Amaranta II's father -- concubine. She is dark-skinned, perhaps why she does not become his wife, and the love of his life. Even after he marries Fernanda, Amaranta II's mother, he spends the majority of his time with Petra. Their passionate sex is a key part of their relationship, but Petra never bears a child. Later in life, when they have lost most of their wealth in the rains, Petra and Aureliano often go hungry to afford fine meals and objects for Fernanda and the children. After her lover dies, Petra continues to care for Fernanda until her death, because despite their mutual diastase for each other and Petra's poverty, Petra feels obligated to care for what Aureliano III loved. Perhaps the most depressing example, however, is of Meme, Amarana II's older sister and the mother of Aureliano IV. She falls in love with a man who works at the banana company, and they enjoy sex together. When her mother, Fernanda finds out, she locks Amaranta away in the house, but every day, her lover sneaks in and they have sex in the bathroom. When Fernanda finds out, she has a guard keep watch and they shot the man when he enters the property. Amaranta is send away to a nunnery, and she never says another word, lost so deep in grief that not even the birth of her son can make her speak.

Unfinished, but publishing anyways

#Gabriel García Márquez #one hundred years of solitude #novel #multi generational #magical realism #south america #colonialism #indigenous #misogyny #unfinished

[tchaikovskygay]

people really just choose to ignore that part of your world, complete with the lyric “bright young women, sick of swimmin’, ready to stand” comes before ariel ever meets prince eric don’t they

#ursala makes it about the man #it is the inciting incident #but you could also argue it's because *she has finally seen a person up close and personal* after singing about #wanting to be part of their world and sebastian giving her a whole number saying No! #little mermaid #the little mermaid #work #all i do is yell don't mind me

[wandering-bard-from-the-id]

Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 48

Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 48

Read chapters 1 - 47 at FF.net  

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12222767/1/Daughters-of-Arendelle

I really am working on finishing this tale.

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Chapter 48

September 18, 1840

 Anna’s eye began to twitch. She rubbed at it, causing a bead of sweat to tickle her brow. Reaching to her sleeve for a handkerchief, she found it empty. I left it on Elsa’s vanity. Biting back a curse, she swiped at the annoyance with a fingertip, wiping it clean on the bandage covering her forehead.

 She suspected the twitch, along with the dull throbbing behind her eyes, had more to do with Poul’s droning voice, than the head wound. Her back and legs had begun to protest against the unyielding wood of the council chair. How can sitting be so exhausting?

 Stealing a glance at the clock, she wanted to groan. Less than an hour had passed since she’d arrived for the meeting. She hadn’t wanted to leave Elsa’s side, but the council had requested a meeting to update her on state affairs.

 As Regent, it was her duty to govern, until Elsa was able to resume her duties. Words of one of her less tactful tutors whispered in her ear. There must be spares to heirs, in case the heir dies. That bit of news had sent her eight-year-old self crying to her mother’s lap, and the tutor seeking employment elsewhere. It had taken a visit to Elsa’s door, and a whispered answer from beyond, to satisfy her that Elsa was safe inside.

 How she longed for the comfort of her mother’s arms. She shook away the thought. That comfort has long since passed, and there’ll be no whispered assurances of Elsa’s safety.

 Elsa trusts me, I won’t let her down. She would act as Regent, even if it meant suffering through Poul alternating between complaining and bragging about his trip to France.

 It didn’t help her bodice was trying to squeeze her to death. Alma had insisted it would help support her bruised ribs, instead it was slowly crushing her. On the bright side, if I pass out, I won’t have to hear any more about Poul’s trip. She swallowed a chuckle at the thought.

 Tugging at the bodice, in an unsuccessful attempt to loosen it, she shifted, unable to find a comfortable position. The discomfort couldn’t distract her from thoughts of Elsa. She’d spent the last two days at Elsa’s side, with no signs of change.

 Hours of talking and reading to her, had no effect. Unanswered questions swirled through her mind. How long can she survive without food or water? How do you heal magic?

 Sighing she sank a little deeper into the chair.

 “Are we boring you, Your Highness?” Poul’s arrogant snip pulled her from her thoughts.

 “What? No, I just…” She straightened, heat burned her cheeks, as it had when her tutors had called on her for daydreaming. Poul is not my tutor. The heat cooled as she leveled a glare at the man. “Carry on, please.”

 “Your Highness,” Bishop Solberg offered a sympathetic smile.

 Anna found it almost as annoying as Poul’s snips.

 “Perhaps we should adjourn till tomorrow. You’re still healing, we wouldn’t want to over tax you.”

 “We can’t adjourn.” Poul bellowed, sweeping a hand over the stack of papers laying before him. “We’re not even half way through the agenda.”

 Biting back a sigh, Anna couldn’t keep her shoulders from slumping. The thought of suffering through more of Poul’s rants caused her eye to twitch.

 “If Her Highness,”

 Anna’s teeth grit at the way Poul sing-songed her title.

 “Isn’t feeling up to acting as regent, perhaps she should assign the duties to someone else.” His lips rose into what Anna assumed was an attempt at a smile. She found it mocking. “Just until she’s feeling better, of course.”

 Her hands tightened atop the table. I’m Regent, I could knock his teeth out, no one would complain. They might even give me a medal, at least a plaque. She attempted a smile, though it felt more like a snarl. “There’s no need for that, councilman. I assure you, I’m more than capable of handling my duties.”

 Oblivious to his impeding peril, Poul flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve. “It’s obvious the princess’s thoughts are elsewhere. Perhaps she���d like to take her leave and attend to whatever is more pressing than state business.”

 “Watch your tongue, Poul.” Admiral Halldor warned, a hand coming to rest on his sword hilt.

 Stitches and bruised ribs were all that kept Anna from leaping for the man’s throat. “You arrogant, pompous ass,” She was too angry to enjoy the way Poul’s jaw dropped in stunned shock. “My thoughts, Councilman, are with the Queen. I left her side to handle my duties as regent, as she would want. In case you have forgotten, her health and well-being is of great concern to the state.”

 Poul’s face flushed an alarming shade of red, his mouth began to open and close as a fish gasping for air. For once, he seemed at a loss for words.

 Reigning in her rage, Anna managed a civil tone as she turned to Halldor. “Admiral, you mentioned a report on repairs to the fleet. Please go ahead.” She glared at Poul, daring him to challenge her for cutting off his report.

 “Yes, ma’am.” Halldor made no effort to hide his amusement at Poul’s expense. “With the help of Her Majesty’s kraken, we’ve recovered all of our fleet along with most of the Lienz’s fleet.”

 How many of the dead were recovered with those ships? She couldn’t bring herself to ask the question aloud.

 “Several of their ships were destroyed beyond repair.” Halldor said. “The captured Lienz ships are being converted to our needs. We are well ahead of schedule on repairs. The entire fleet should be ready to sail by the end of the month.”

 “Good.” Anna nodded, her mind racing. “Admiral, with the addition of the Lienz ships, won’t that double the size of our fleet?”

 “Actually, it will triple it, ma’am.”

 Lost in thought, Anna’s mouth twisted up at one corner. “Could we decommission some of the older ships, and use them to replace some of the merchant and fishing vessels lost and damaged during the attack?”

 It was Halldor’s turn to ponder. “I believe so, some of the older scout ships could be converted to fishing vessels, and there are several larger frigates that could be used by merchants.”

 “So, we’re just going to start handing out ships?” Poul said.

 “What do you suggest we do with them, Councilman?” Anna asked.

 “Sell them. Build up the kingdom’s coffers.”

 Something twitched in Anna’s gut. She couldn’t decide if it was anger, disgust or both. Why does Elsa allow him to remain on the council? “Councilman, our people have lost their ships, most don’t have the funds to replace them. It will cost Arendelle’s coffers nothing to give those ships away, and it will help those hurt by the war.”

 “The Princess makes an excellent point,” Bishop Solberg jumped in, cutting off Poul’s response. “Many have lost or suffered damages to their businesses. They will need help rebuilding.”

 Poul’s head shook from side to side, red flush crept up his neck and cheeks. Snapping papers about, he mumbled something under his breath.

 Anna was glad she couldn’t hear it. Let him stew in his own anger for a bit.

 “Admiral, begin selecting ships to be decommissioned, and we’ll work out a plan for issuing them to those in need.”

 “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.    

 “How are repairs going in town?”

 Halldor shifted his arm sling. “Not as well as the fleet repairs, ma’am. Most of the docks were damaged. Teams are working on them, but it will be several weeks, possibly a month before all of them are reopened.”

 “A month?!” Poul spun toward Halldor. Wood creaked under the strain. “Have you any idea how much trade revenue we’ll lose in a month?!”

 “Not as much as we would have lost had the Lienz fleet taken the town.” Halldor’s icy gaze, caused the man to shrink back in his chair.

 Ignoring Poul, Anna pressed on. “Admiral, please thank the crews for their hard work.”

 “Yes, ma’am.”

 “What is the status of the traitors, Admiral?”

 “We’ve identified Tollak, Baron Ulstein and Earl Stewart as the leaders of the rebellion, ma’am.”

 “Earl Stewart, you must be mistaken.”

 All eyes turned to Poul.

 He cleared his throat before continuing. “Earl Stewart is a well-respected nobleman. His family has been in Arendelle for generations.”

 “Be that as it may,” Halldor said. “We have confirmed he hired the mercenaries who attacked the Queen and her guard atop the North Mountain. Captain Olsen,” He motioned to the officer at his side. “Led a troop to the Earl’s estate the morning following the battle in town. Captain, give a report on your findings.”

 “Yes, sir.” Olsen directed his reply to Anna. “Upon arriving at the estate, we were greeted by Lady Ursala. When I called for her husband, she announced he was deceased, and I was welcome to take his corpse back to town as she didn’t wish to soil her lands with it.”

 “Deceased?!” Anna hadn’t meant to squeal. “How?”

 “Gunshot wound through the heart, ma’am. I examined the body and confirmed he was indeed dead.”

 “Through the heart?” Anna eased back in the chair. “Suicide?”

 “No, ma’am. Lady Ursala caught him cleaning out his safe with money he had obtained by selling off her family’s lands. She confronted him about his involvement in the rebellion. He confessed to his crimes, at which point Lady Ursala drew a pistol, and shot him dead.”

 “Really?” Nervous laughter left her in a snort, she covered her mouth with a hand.

 “Yes, ma’am. Lady Ursala sends her regrets she did not realize his traitorous behavior sooner.

 “Remind me to give her a medal.”

 Murmured laughter circled the table. All but Poul found amusement in the quip.

 “Lady Ursala, also sends wishes for the Queen’s speedy recovery.”

 Mention of Elsa squashed Anna’s moment of relief. “Thank you, Captain.”

 “It appears, ma’am,” Halldor said. “Tollak was the leader of the traitors in the ranks. He managed to place his men in key positions throughout the town and castle to cause the greatest damage.”

 Tollak, Fingernails sank into the palms of Anna’s fists. He played me, just like Hans.

 “Your Highness?”

 “What?” She realized all eyes were upon her.

 Halldor had the good grace not to point out her lapse. “I have the casualty reports, if you would like to hear them?”

 No, I would not like to hear them. Steeling herself, Anna nodded. “Please, continue.”

 Olsen handed him a sheet of paper.

 Halldor’s eyes swept over it, his mustache dipping low. “Confirmed deaths during two days of battles, among Marines five hundred and thirty-four. Sailors three hundred and ninety-seven.”

 Fingernails bit deeper into the palms of Anna’s hands, she said nothing.

 “Royal Guard, seventy-eight.”

 Faces of Anna’s guard detail haunted her vision. Her knuckles whitened.

 “Wounded among Marines eight hundred and seven. Sailors six hundred and two. Royal guard one hundred and thirty-eight.”

 “Why,” she swallowed to keep her voice from cracking. “Are the Marines’ losses so high?”

 “Most of them were aboard the ships. Once the ships began to sink, they were either trapped below decks or were weighted down by gear and unable to swim to safety.”

 Anna’s chest tightened, she forgot to breathe. Unable to answer she managed a nod.

 Taking that as a cue to continue, Halldor picked up a second list. “Casualties among the civilian population are eighteen dead, one hundred and twenty-three wounded, so far.”

 “So far?” The words left Anna’s lips as barely a whisper.

 “Yes, ma’am. We’re still recovering bodies from damaged buildings and the sea.” His gaze dropped. “And there are a number of wounded who are not expected to survive.” Drawing himself up, Halldor looked her in the eye. “The coming days will give us a better sense of the total numbers.”

 Anna slumped deeper into the chair, crushed beneath the weight of his words. Her mind swirled through the numbers. “So many lost.”

 “Yes, ma’am.” Halldor agreed, sitting aside the paper. “Though I assure you, the losses would have been far greater if not for the Queen’s ice creature. It turned the battle in our favor when all was thought lost.”

 Unable to speak, Anna’s head moved up and down in a slow nod. A thousand dead. Almost two thousand wounded. Something hot and wet trickled down her cheek. She swiped at the tear.

 How many more are we going to lose? Elsa’s pale face filled her thoughts. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook away the image.

 “We have patrols searching for traitors, and the mercenaries who fled into the mountains. A few have already tried to sneak back into town and onto ships. The new port master is keeping a close watch.”

 “New port master?” Anna pulled herself back to the present.

 “Yes, ma’am,” Olsen said. “The former was working with Tollak.”

 Anna noticed Olsen made a point of ignoring Tollak’s rank when speaking of him. It was a fitting insult. “Is there any word on the man who stabbed my sister?”

 “No, ma’am. We located the area of the attack, but there was no sign of either man. We’re still looking.”

 “Captain, when he’s found, I want him brought to me immediately. Understood?”

 “Yes, ma’am.” He dipped his head to her.

 “Admiral have you managed to get any information from Hans?”

 “No, ma’am. Doctor Engen has allowed him to be moved to the dungeon, but he is still weak. I attempted to question him this morning without any success.”

“Keep trying, I want to know everything he knows about that disk.”

 “Yes, ma’am. Your Highness, with your permission, I would like for Captain Olsen to begin replacing the heavy losses suffered by the Queen’s Shield.”

 Heavy losses, The warmth of Morten’s blood covered her palm. She rubbed it against her skirt, unable to remove the imagined stain.  

 “We need to get trustworthy soldiers into those positions as quickly as possible. As long as there are traitors on the loose, we can’t afford for you or Her Majesty to remain unguarded.”

 “Trustworthy soldiers…” Anna’s mind reeled, pulling her back to darker moments.

 “Is that a yes, ma’am?”

 She looked up to find Halldor watching her. “Yes. Yes, Admiral, do what you see fit.”

 “Thank you, ma’am.” Halldor tugged at his arm sling. “There is one more thing I would like to discuss, Your Highness.”

 “Go on.”

 “With the Lienz fleet’s surrender we’ve been overwhelmed with prisoners of war. They are currently being housed in a warehouse near the docks. Conditions are not ideal, and it is taking a great deal of food and supplies to house them. With Your Highness’s permission, I would like to take a few of their stripped-down ships, load them with as many non-commissioned soldiers and sailors as possible, and send them back to Lienz.”

 “No.”

 Halldor frowned at the reply. “May I at least send the wounded back?”

 “No.”

 “Your Highness, the longer they stay here the greater the risk of…”

 “If they are not pleased with their accommodations, they should have stayed in Lienz.” The chill in her voice could have rivaled Elsa’s ability to frost over a room.

 “Ma’am, we’ve no reason to keep them.”

 “They murdered our people! Why should they get to return safely to their homes and families?!” Anna’s heart began to race, blood roared in her ears.

 “Might I remind, Your Highness,” Halldor’s tone took on a eerie calmness. “the Queen promised no harm would come to them, if they surrendered. She promised them safe passage home.”

 “Then they should pray for her speedy recovery, because I made no such promise.” Muscles tightened along Anna’s jaw. Deep down she knew Halldor was right. Still, she refused to yield.

 “Princess Anna,” Halldor held her gaze. “to break the Queen’s surrender terms would be a great dishonor not only to Arendelle’s reputation, but that of the Queen’s. If word were to spread of Arendelle having failed to honor terms of surrender, we would be seen as little more than pirates upon the sea.”

 “Admiral,” Anna sat a little straighter, ignoring the throbbing in her ribs. She leveled a hard glare at him. “those men will stay where they are until the Queen is ready to decide their fates.”

 “Your Highness, I must…”

 “Enough!” Her fist slammed against the table with a solid thud. Pain shot through her hand, bringing with it a fresh wave of anger. She looked to each man as she spoke. “We have been attacked by traitors and thieves. I will not allow them to slink away in the night. The prisoners will stay where they are. I’ve made my decision.” She dared any of them to challenge her. None did. “We’ve nothing more to discuss. You may take your leave, gentlemen.”

 Heavy silence hovered over the room. Poul was the first to stand.

 The others followed suit, gathering their belongings in silence. Each gave Anna a curt bow before bolting for the door. Halldor tucked a leather satchel under his arm, and stepped to Anna’s side.

 “Princess Anna, I know you are hurting, physically, and in your heart. For the sake of your people, don’t let that pain blind you to a proper path.”

 She stared at the far wall, unable to meet his gaze. “Good day, Admiral.”

 His mouth opened to speak, instead he sighed, offering a bow. “Good day, Your Highness.”

 Walking away, his footsteps faded in the hallway.

 As the council room doors clicked shut Anna slumped over the table, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. The pulsing ache that had been building in her head grew stronger. Damnit! Damnit all to hell! I can’t even run a council meeting without screwing it up. Her head bowed, fingers running through her hair, before digging into the tender flesh beneath. Elsa what am I going to do? Three days. Three days and she hasn’t stirred. What if she doesn’t wake up? No. Stop it. She’s going to wake up. She has too. Tears burned her eyes, she blinked them back, raising her head. She has too. “Kai.”

 “Yes, Your Highness?” He appeared at her side.

 “Help me into the chair. Please.” She reached for him.

 “Yes, ma’am.” He slipped an arm around her waist helping her up. “Would you like to return to Her Majesty’s room?”

 “Yes, please.” She didn’t want to go back to Elsa’s room. She didn’t want to sit and wait, watching as her sister slowly slipped away.

 With a grunt, she settled into the chair, taking hold of the tiller. If only she could see Kristoff. She longed to feel the reassuring warmth of his hand in hers, but, that would have to wait as well. He’d gone into town to meet with the ice guild.

 She would have to wait for his return. What else could she do? It was what she was good at, after all she’d had a lifetime of practice.

#Daughters of Arendelle #Frozen #Elsa #Anna

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {30}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 5.9K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 30: This One You’ll Remember

-Vixen-

“We haven’t jogged together in months,” Nexus announced while you zipped past another clearing of trees.

  “Yeah, the restaurant has been taking all my attention and time.”

  “Not just the restaurant,” Nex added. You eyed her as a warning not to start.

  You’d decided on jogging because you needed the distraction needed to feel some form of control over something and loved the freedom you felt. Everyone in your life joked all the time the reason you loved jogging so much was that you were a gypsy at heart and loved to drift. Your mother said you had a free soul like your grandmother, who went her whole life bouncing from place to place, relationship to relationship until she found one man, but they drifted together. She’d told you at a young age that the only way you’d be happy in life is if you were able to keep your freedom and find a man who would either tame that desire for freedom or compliment it with his own love of it. Your response to this was, “No one will ever tame me; I’m the master of my destiny, captain of my fate.” Events of the last three years had really begun to make you question if, in fact, fate and destiny were the masters of you.

  “Let’s take a breather up ahead,” Nex suggested.

  After another half mile, you stopped and leaned against a tree. Nearby the sight of the sky caught your eye, and you slowly walked to it. After a few feet, you stepped beyond the last trees to the top of a cliff.

“Holy shit!” Nexus appeared beside you, then her jaw dropped.

  “Wow.”

  Before you was blue sky and as far as the eye could see tops of full, green trees and further was a body of water. You weren’t sure if it were a lake, river, or the ocean itself. All you knew was that it was breathtaking.

  “This is incredible.” You nodded in agreement with your sister.

  “Makes you just wanna relocate, huh.” Your head snapped to Nex and narrowed your eyes.

  “Nope!”

  Walking off back into the woods, she followed.

  “Still mad at Chris for last night?”

  “No, I was never mad.” She nodded and allowed the silence to stretch.

  “How are things going with Anthony?”

  Nexus’ smile lit up the entire forest, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Good.”

  “Just good? Nex, you’re dating your celebrity crush. Your celebrity crush is head over heels for you. That has to be better than good.”

  She smiled wider, and you could feel the giddy energy radiating off of her.

  “He’s great Vix, but I don’t want to talk about it, especially with what you’re going through.”

  “What am I going through?”

  “Everything. Chris’ family, integrating two families to possibly make a third, having to be around him while everything between you is still so—confusing.”

  You shook your head — "Nex stop. Okay yes, things have been—complicated lately, and I do have a lot going on, but when don’t I. No matter what is going on with me and in my life you are still my sister. It has always been you and me against the world, and that will never change. We can talk about your happiness and all of it because you winning and being happy makes me so happy.” Nexus studied you for a few moments then nodded.

  “Even if you’re not really happy, happy?” You knew what she meant and shook your head after a few seconds of adjustment and trying to hide any effects of her words.

  “I’m fine, honey,” you smiled warmly and took her hand, hoping this was enough of a reassurance. Looking at her, you knew she saw right through you. Knew she was not buying anything you were selling. Looking away you continued walking. “Plus, there is nothing confusing about anything. My kid’s father is in her life now, boom end of it.”

  “Vix--,” Nexus began before you cut her off.

  “Tell me about things with you and Anthony.” She smiled widely again then finally caved.

  She told you how much they had in common, how sweet and considerate he was. When she confessed to you that they talked at least three times a day and were always the last call of the day, you couldn’t help but release an audible sigh. She beamed when she spoke about him, and you could tell she was in love. Without warning you pulled her into a hug.

  “What’s this for?”

  “I’m so happy for you, Nex. I am so, so happy for you. You deserve nothing but happiness.” She hugged you back, and the two of you stood there surrounded by trees and nature just hugging each other. Soon Nexus pulled away and sniffled.

  “Don’t make it weird, you’re making it weird,” she said as she wiped her eyes.

  “You’re making it weird; I’m not making it weird.” You wiped your eyes as well and took a breath.

  “I know you hate my advice Vix--.”

  You snorted. “I don’t hate your advice. I hate when you’re right with that advice,” you corrected. Nexus laughed, which made you laugh as well.

  “You love being right and in control. Maybe you need to embrace not having all the answers and the chaos it brings. Maybe through losing control, will you see how rightly wrong you are.” Nex ran off, leaving you standing there to marinate what she’d just said.

  “Did you just give me a fortune cookie riddle? Nex?”

  ~~~~~~~~

When you made it back to the house and took a shower, it was nearing two in the afternoon. The knock at your door brought you out of all your thoughts. When you opened it there he stood holding a towel wrapped beaming Ella.

  “Pool.” Chris smiled then nodded. You shook your head. “All right come on little mermaid. Let’s get you in a bath.”

  You walked out of your room and to her room. When you got inside her ensuite bathroom, you began filling the tub while looking for the bubble bath mixture she loved.

  “Can you grab a fresh towel, please?” Chris nodded and put Ella on the bathroom sink before he walked out.

  After getting her undressed, you placed her into the sea of mounting bubbles. As you did Ella squealed with joy. When Chris returned, she shouted for him, and a broad smile spread across his face. You placed her toys into the bath just as Chris was turning to leave.

  “Da-da tay, gwive bat.”

  Chris looked at you to find out what he should do. You motioned for him to go ahead and slid on top of the bathroom counter. Chris hesitated but approached the tub where you’d laid out everything needed.

  “Pway fuwst, I awiel oo ewic.” She held up her ariel and Eric dolls, and he took one.

  You sat there and watched them reenact most of the movie, songs included, and just shook your head. You couldn’t tell who was enjoying themselves more. It was still insane to think about how alike they were. It was like two peas in a pod. When they reenacted the final battle between Ursala, their eyes turned to you.

  “What?”

  “We kinda need someone to play Ursala,” Chris informed. Your jaw dropped.

  “Are you saying you want me to play the evil sea witch? Of all the other roles, like Ariel’s umpteen sisters, even the darn blowfish that blows his horn, the sea witch is what I came to mind for?”

  Chris smiled as Ella giggled. “Please.”

  Ella then joined in, “Pweese mama.” You looked between them and shook your head as you hopped off the counter to sit at the side of the tub. You then began the scene and gave it your all. You and Chris fake battled using the dolls as weapons, and Ella clapped and laughed the entire time watching the live-action movie. When Chris delivered the final blow you exaggerated the pain and proceeded to the death scene that you dragged out until you were laid across the bathroom floor. Ella clapped wildly, and Chris closed the show with a deep bow.

  “And they lived happily ever after.”

  “Yaaay!” Slowly, you sat up and watched Ella hug Chris. “Da-da, pwince, mine.” You smiled again and thought to yourself how cute they were together.

  Once you were back in her room, you sat on her bed, doing her hair as she hummed to some made up song. Chris walked back into the room arms filled with several wet towels. “Floor is dry, and bath is cleaned up. I’m gonna take a shower.” You nodded and watched him walk out, leaving the door open.

  “Mama.”

  “Yes, princess.”

  “I wike da-da.”

  “Oh, do you?” She nodded.

  “Okay, that’s great, honey.”

  “Oo wike da-da?” Your hands stilled, and you thought about her question. What did you say to a two-year-old when they asked if you liked their father? Taking a deep breath, you forged ahead.

  “Yes, I like him too. She didn’t speak after that, and you were glad for it; your head was now miles away.

  ~~~~~~~

 -Chris-

She said she liked him. He didn’t mean to hear it. He walked out to put the towels in the laundry but turned back to ask you something, but he didn’t expect to hear those words. Now that he’d heard it he couldn’t forget it. The only thing is he didn’t know exactly what you meant by it. There were many ways you could like someone; there was platonic, characteristically, humanely, brotherly, sexually, romantically. There were too many ways to be wrong. You were incredibly hard to read. You were then, and you still were.

  Since he’d found out you were still married, he didn’t know what to do with the information, every day he went back and forth with a decision. One day he thought to tell his legal team to petition to see if the courts would be lenient because of the situation. Then the next he was so close to telling you to see what you wanted. He’d almost told you three times now, and each time he almost did —his heart beat out his chest. He was nervous, scared even. Part of him didn’t want you to want to proceed with the divorce, and the other part said it was the only way. Neither of you knew much about the other. A marriage couldn’t be sustained that way.

  When he thought that though he didn’t really believe it, he knew how he felt about you. Knew it wasn’t some whim, hell he even knew he wouldn’t outgrow it. He was now at the point where he wanted to find a way to make things work. He’d gotten everything he’d wanted one night three years ago and spend the next three years missing it, regretting his mistakes, wishing for them. Everything he’d ever wanted was his, and he didn’t want to let it go—not again.

  He couldn’t read you to decipher what you felt or didn’t feel, no matter how his mother believed you felt something for him. He couldn’t be sure, and the fact that he wasn’t sure stressed him out. The simplicity of the matter was that you could very well not want anything to do with him, including him with Ella. It scared him. He usually wasn’t a timid guy; he was able to read people better than anyone in his circle and would also be the outgoing one. He was never afraid to approach women or take one home. He was not this guy he was now. He didn’t like the fact that he now second guessed everything he did or said. He didn’t like that he double and triple thought everything when it came to you. It was upsetting, but he couldn’t stop. His instincts were all out of whack; nothing felt normal or like he was used to. You were a complete mind fuck.

  He’d thought he could get a better understanding of how you truly felt to make a better decision on what could be possible for the two of you—three of you, but he didn’t know to go about that. Every attempt he’d made thus far has been met with a stern Heisman from you. Every set back further added water to any fire he wanted to believe was still there.

  “You look constipated.”

  He spun around to see Nexus was sitting on one of the chairs in the backyard. He scoffed and shook his head. “I didn’t see you there.”

  “How could you? You were so wrapped up in your head; it was impossible. Everything okay?”

  He nodded and released a breath. “Yeah, all good.” Nexus snorted and shook her head.

  “You and Vixen are such bad liars. I have always been able to see right through her. You, I’m pleased are very similar.”

  “Does uh—does Vixen lie a lot?”

  “To herself mainly.” He nodded, thinking about what that meant when compared to everything from the last few months.

  “Can I ask you something, Chris?”

  “Anything.”

  “In this—fairytale storybook, what are you hoping for?”

  A few moments passed while he thought about it. “I didn’t start off with any wants—not really.”

  “And now? A few months have passed; you’ve been able to grasp things more firmly,  settle into them. What do you want? Remember that night in the diner where I told you to figure out what you want. Did you?”

  He sighed again and looked back to the woods. “I did.”

  “And?”

  He was quiet again. “Chris, I promise anything we talk about won’t go back to Vixen or anyone—unless it’s to protect her.”

  “Protect her? From me?”

  She nodded. “Do you think she needs protecting from me?”

  Nexus studied him for several long moments before she spoke. “Until you know what you want—really want, and it proves to be in the best interest of my sister and niece then you’re a wild card. Wild cards carry plenty of destructing power.” He nodded, understanding the context of what she didn’t say.

  “I want my daughter; I want to be in her life. I want to be there every step of the way. I want her to know me, and I want to know her. I want—to know her mother—to—to--,” he took a deep breath and blew it out before he continued. “I have no intention of hurting Vixen, Nexus.”

  “I believe that, Chris. The thing with the intent not to hurt; we usually unintentionally hurt. I don’t want them hurt. I don’t want it to be proven that it was better having you out of their lives than it was for you to be in them.”

  Truthfully, that was one of his fears as well, a very serious and terrifying fear. He already believed you’d been better off without him the last three years, and he didn’t want to think you’d still be that way for the next three years—three decades and beyond.

  “I want you to win Chris—I want you both to win.” She smiled warmly, and he knew there was no malic coming from her; she genuinely wanted what was best. Nexus turned and walked away, as she did she spoke one final time. “You know what to do.”

He nodded; he did.

  Thirty minutes later, he walked into the family room to see your entire family sitting watching TV. You and Ella were cuddled on the couch with Dodger on the floor beside the couch, with Ella’s hand resting on the top of his head.

  “This could be every day, you idiot. This could be your life.”

  “I have an idea.” Everyone turned to him, waiting for him to continue. “I was able to get some tickets to a carnival that is in town, and I thought we all could enjoy the day there.”

  The grownups looked at each other, but Ella kept looking at the TV.

  “Is that—safe, given who you are?” Your father’s inquiry was a valid one. A lot of times, when he went out, he was ambushed, even when he kept a low profile. The difference though was when he was here—home; no one bothered him. When he was here he was simply Chris, not Captain America, not a famous movie star. He was just Chris.

  “When I’m here, I’m just a normal guy. No one comes up; a lot of people respect me and let me go about my day. So I’m confident with saying it’s safe.”

  “Actually Chris, I have other plans with my husband. So we won’t be able to go,” your mother announced.

  “Okay, that’s no problem. Nex?”

  “Nexus has plans with us as well. We thought a family day,” she continued. Nexus looked to her, and the two exchanged a look. It was a look he couldn’t decipher, but as quickly as it happened, Nexus looked away.

  “Yeah. I can’t wait to spend time with them.” It was then you sat up on the couch as you looked at your sister quizzically.

  “That leaves you, Ella and Vixen. What do you say Kristella? Carnival, rides, games, cotton candy, prizes?” Your mother listed off the items, each item was said with way more enthusiasm than necessary. It didn’t take Ella long to stand on the couch and jump up and down.

  “Yeah, cawvival, cawvival, candy, wide, yayy!” Dodger began barking, trying to get on his hind legs to lick her.

  “Uh, if it’s a family day, mom, shouldn’t I be going with you, dad, and Nex?”

  “Vixen, can’t I spend time with my parents without you for once? God, it’s not always about you,” Nexus exclaimed. Your eyes widened, but you didn’t look hurt. You looked distrustful.

  “Chop, chop, sooner you leave the more carnival fun,” your mother added while clapping her hands. Ella leaped off the couch and landed on her knees. His heart jumped into his throat as he practically dived to her to check if she were okay. Ella stood brushed off her knees and ran around the room showcasing how fine she was.

  “Come on, Vixen, let’s get you changed,” your mother offered.

  “Changed? Why can’t I wear what I have on?” Your mother looked you over once and shook her head before ushering you out of the room.

When you came back down twenty minutes later, you were changed, and you looked as gorgeous as ever. The pleased look on your mother's face told him this had been her plan. He scoffed and shook his head. He’d never been set up with his own wife before.

  “That’s a first.”

  “All right you crazy kids, go enjoy the carnival,” your mother expressed with a smile.

  You rolled your eyes and took up your purse. Ella took his hand, and he held on to the bag that was packed for her, and they were off.

  Ten minutes into the drive, you snorted and began laughing.

  “What?”

  “You do realize we were set up, right?” He smiled and nodded.

  “Yeah, I picked up on it with how big your mom’s smile was.” The two of you laughed together, and the awkwardness was gone.

  ~~~~~~~~

 -Vixen-

He looked like he belonged pushing Ella in her stroller with her backpack on his back, and his hat tipped low. He looked like a dad, and it should not have affected you the way that it did. As you looked around the sea of people that were around you at the carnival you saw families of all kinds and even couples, and you wondered if any of their stories were as wild or complex as yours.

  “So games, food or rides first?”

  “Wide, wide!” You nodded, motioning to Ella.

  “Seems like the boss has spoken,” he teased.

  The three of you walked around on the hunt for a toddler friendly ride. When you came upon the Merry-Go-Round, you and Chris exchanged a look.

  “Merry-Go-Round still your favorite carnival, right?”

  Chris smiled widely as he rubbed the back of his neck that was turning a slight shade of pink.

  “Sad to say, yeah, hands down,” he responded. You smiled and nodded.

  “Then, let’s ride.”

  The three of you made it on the platform and walked around in search of the right animal to ride. Ella pointed out a pink unicorn with white flowers at its crown, and Chris nodded. Once he placed her on the unicorn and strapped her in, he climbed onto it behind her and held on to the pole with one hand and her with the other. You chose the black horse that was diagonal from them and strapped up. When you looked back to them Chris’ eyes were looking at your backside. Heat ran through you, and half of you wanted to play it up and poke out your ass some more to give him a better view while the other half wanted to wallow in the embarrassment of the moment.

  You looked forward, took a breath, and held on to the pole waiting for the ride to start. Once it did Ella, let out a loud squeal. Looking back, she had the hugest smile on her face as she held on to the pole. Your horse went up her unicorn went down, then vice versa. By the time you made your third go around, she and Chris were laughing and whispering together, and that was your catastrophic moment. The moment that packed the biggest punch. They both looked incredibly happy and so in love with each other. You knew she was better with him in her life, and for the first time you wanted him to be in yours too.

  Once you got off, your realization had you quiet and reserved for quite a while. You tried to remain present, tried to push it all from your mind, but every cute moment between them made it that much harder. Every game they played together that Chris helped her with made your heart warm, and every time Ella initiated touching him being a handhold or a lean, your belly did flips. When she initiated a hug, you were thoroughly fucked up. Who knew watching your child with her father could make you feel so much—all the things you’d buried.

  Two hours later you had eaten a high amount of cheese, carbs, starch, and ketchup, consumed almost Ella’s body weight in cotton candy, went on nearly every child appropriate ride, allowed Ella to pet and take pictures with the elephants and had a stroller filled with prizes of various sizes.

  “You, sir, one try to get this bulb all the way to the top. If you do, you get two prizes.” Chris snorted and shook his head while keeping it down.

  “No, thank you.”

  “What’s the matter afraid you’ll embarrass yourself striking out sending this three hundred pound bulb up in front of your wife?” He laughed and kept his head down.

“No, not afraid,” he confessed.

  “Then let’s see it, Superman.” The game controller held out the mallet to him. Chris looked to you, and you smirked.

  “Do it da-da.”

  “All right, the little princess has spoken,” Chris joked. You bent and lifted Ella as Chris took the mallet and prepared to slam it down. He looked up at the bulb and to the game controller.

  “Three hundred pounds, huh.”

  The game controller nodded with a smug look on his face; “Whenever you’re ready,” the game controller encouraged.

  Chris lifted his arms and his shirt rose just above his navel and the sliver of skin, and muscle had you ready to touch. Chris grunted as he slammed the mallet down. The sound was sexy, and your desire level rose exponentially. The bulb shot all the way up, lighting up the entire contraption, and sounding all the alarms. Nearby onlookers watched and gaped at the result of his stroke. Just like that you knew you were going to end up having sex with him. It was only a matter of time and dependent on how long you could keep your desires in check with the right thing to do, the sensible thing—the safe thing.

Chris came back over with two prizes in hand, a unicorn that was no doubt for Ella and Flit the bird from Pocahontas--your favorite Disney movie. Ella reached her arms out for him to give him a quick hug. “Dude, what the—how the--,” the game controller struggled to get out. Chris shrugged as he took hold of the stroller.

  “Guess I’m Captain America.” He walked off with you giggling as the man stood there, stumped to how it was possible.

  Your next stop was the Ferris Wheel. You tried to contain your glee once you stepped onto the ride, but when Chris looked over at you, as the ride began your face betrayed you.

  “How excited are you right now?” You squealed and laughed.

  “Oh my god, I am so excited. I love the Ferris Wheel!”

  Chris smiled widely and nodded as he held Ella. “I know, I remember.” You looked away and out to the horizon.

  When your cart made it to the top, you looked out and sighed. This was your favorite part. Ella stood in Chris’ lap and looked around.

“Wow!”

  “I can see why you love it so much,” Chris added.

  “Anyone who doesn’t like this is either afraid of heights or prefers to keep their feet on the ground, so boring.”

  He laughed loud while slapping his hand across his pec muscle. You smiled.

  “Wow, so they’re boring, huh. That is very presumptuous of you. They could be outgoing in other things.” You smiled and shook your head.

  “I said what I said. Boring. If you aren’t adventurous in something as simple as a ride, then you are boring in everything else.”

  “Everything?” You looked at him and knew what he was asking. You smiled and shook your head. This was how things started, his questioning, and the raised eyebrow.

  “Yes. Everything.” He laughed and shook his head then looked at Ella, who was so engrossed with the view she was practically pressing against the protective screen. As you watched him with your daughter, you took notice of how protective he was of her. He held her tightly, kept her away from the filthy protective screen, nodded his head along to whatever she was saying, even allowed her to use his face as a steadying force without cringing at her hands. It all screamed parental.

  “What’re you thinking?” Snapping out of it, you shook your head, trying to guide him from the topic.

  “No, I know that look. It’s probably one of the only looks I know. You were thinking about something. What was it?”

  You thought about cluing him in for a moment then looked down at your hands as you felt the wheel move again. “Nothing really, it was just seeing you and her—like this it—it looked very—paternal.”

  “Paternal? What do you mean by that?”

  “You look as if you’ve been doing this your whole life or her whole life. There was really no adjustment period with you. You—slid right in.”

  He looked to be thinking about your words then looked to Ella’s face. She looked at him and smiled, a smile he quickly returned. “Honestly it felt right. You ever had something just feel as natural as breathing? Like you knew all the answers, knew just what to do, what to expect, how to be, just knowing it.”

  You nodded. “That is what it felt like. Yeah, I was scared for a while when I found out, but after the night we watched The Little Mermaid for the first time together everything felt right. It felt more right than anything had felt in a long time. I can’t explain it.”

  “You just did.” You stared at each other, and time seemed to stand still with the three of you moving slowly through the air with the beautiful setting sun as your backdrop.

  “Stay on or get off?” The ride controller brought you back to the present, and the two of you spoke at the same time.

  “Stay on.”

  So that’s what you did, rode the Ferris Wheel until you and Ella had enough, which was three more times. There was no need for much conversation, so the two of you barely spoke, and it felt perfect. You appreciated that neither of you felt the need to fill every moment between you with conversation; silence was just as good.

Another hour found you sitting on a lawn with the rest of the carnival patrons watching the night’s firework show. It was incredible and definitely a competing force for Macy’s Fourth of July firework show. Every burst of color to the sky had Ella completely captivated. She sat there between you and Chris as still as a river just transfixed by everything she saw. Every time you looked over to her Chris’ eyes met yours, and you held each other’s gaze for longer than necessary. You loved the way he looked under the light of fireworks. Though it was dark his eyes were still intense and still did things to you that you should have been ashamed of. Part of you was ashamed, but the other part didn’t seem to care too much. You were always the one to look away. You mostly did it because you were afraid he’d see everything you held behind your eyes, everything you weren’t quite sure you were ready to show him.

  By the time you made it back to the house, it was nearing eleven, and Ella was knocked out. You sat in the parked car for a few extra minutes, just enjoying the silence.

  “This was great. Thank you.”

  Chris nodded. “It was great. Thank you for coming.”

  You smiled and stared at your hands. Nervousness filled you, and you felt like a high school girl being dropped home by her crush, wondering if he’d make a move. Every time you were around each other every moment felt like it was prime for either him or you to make a move, but neither of you did.

  “Should we get her in bed?” You nodded and climbed out of the truck.

  Chris got Ella, and the three of you went inside the house and upstairs. When you walked into Ella’s room you began pulling back the covers of her bed for him to place her in. Once he did, the two of you worked together to undress her as smoothly as possible to not wake her. Chris disappeared for a few moments then when you turned and bumped into him, he was there holding a pair of pajamas for you. Your hands grazed, and then your eyes met. You were so close all you had to do was tip up on your toes, and your lips would touch.

  You took the clothes and turned back to Ella and proceeded to dress her. After you finished it was Chris who tucked her in, and both of you kissed her at the same time. Again, your eyes met, and your belly did somersaults. You backed away, trying to keep distance between you. “Thank you again for tonight,” you whispered.

  “We make a good team.” He nodded to Ella’s sleeping frame, and you both watched her for a few moments.

  “We do. We created her; that was perfect teamwork,” you absentmindedly responded.

  “Do you regret it?” Your head snapped to him, confused why he’d ask you that.

  “Do I regret what? Having her or--,” you allowed the remainder of the sentence to hang in the air.

  “All of it.”

  What a loaded question you thought, but the answer was simple. “I regret nothing.”

  Chris looked shocked, then interested. He took a step to you. “Nothing?”

  After a few seconds, you took a step to him, leaving just a sliver of space between you. “Not a thing.” You watched Chris bite into his bottom lip, and next thing you knew his lips were on yours, taking control of the sultriest kiss you’d had in three years. It only took seconds for your knees to buckle and moments for him to take your breath away. You kissed him with the same fire and need that emitted from him. After barely a minute, the two of you were moaning in the dark, quiet room seeming to not care about anything else.

  You needed to get closer, so you lifted your leg, and his hand was there to grip your thigh, holding it in place against him. Chris then bent slightly and lifted you against him. Automatically your legs wrapped around him. Chris then moved from the center of the room and pressed you against a nearby wall. You moaned when you felt his growing hardness press into the apex of your thighs. With your moan Chris groaned and bit onto your bottom lip. You felt as if your skin was scorching, and there was a fire that was flaming out from your nether regions. The more intensely and expertly he kissed you, the more out of control the fire became. Chris pressed himself into you more forcefully, and you gasped, pulling your lips from his and hitting your head back onto the wall with an audible, “Fuck!”

  Chris took the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck and suck just where he knew you craved his mouth. You shivered and felt wetness pool between your legs. He didn’t stay at your neck for long; instead his lips traveled to your clavicle where he peppered feathered kisses across it. Then Chris’ mouth moved down your sternum until you felt his teeth clamp onto one of your already needy nipples. You gasped again and couldn’t control your lower half from grinding against him. Chris groaned loudly and hissed when he felt your fingernails dig into his shoulders.

  All you had to do was continue the friction of his length on your crotch, and you’d come, you were that open. Chris allowed you to slide down from his body so you were on the floor then he began to go lower to your stomach. It was then you caught of glimpse of Ella sleeping peacefully in her bed across the room. The realization of what was happening and what would happen soon slammed into you like a ton of bricks. You gasped. Like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over your head you snapped out of it.

  “Wait—wait.” Chris’s actions instantly stopped. He didn’t look up at you though. It was as if he thought that if he didn’t move, things would fall back into place. After almost a minute, he looked up at you then stood coming face to face with you.

  “What’s wrong?” You took the time to study his eyes and go over every single aspect of his face. He was gorgeous, always had been, but he’d only grown better looking.

  “We can’t.” He didn’t speak; he studied you as you studied him.

  “We’ve already screwed things up so bad already. I’ve screwed up. We can’t—can’t do this. We have to focus on that little girl and only her. We can’t ruin things anymore.”

  His expression was masked as was anything he was thinking or feeling. He looked like a blank canvas. Chris looked down, nodded and then stepped away from you. Your eyes dropped to his waist, and you saw the strain of his pants. Again, your desire for him flared. Before you could drop to your knees and do what you wanted to, you scurried from the room with your head high and back straight. You were so thankful you’d packed your vibrator, tonight you’d need it.

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Loveless: Chapter 5

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Smut!! Finally!, Sub/Dom Themes, Choking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Oral, Fingering, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Slapping, Dirty Talk, Sir!Kink, Degrading Names, Intercourse, Comedy Word Count: 5,652

"Dang, now I wish that I was the one who waited in the car."

"Taehyung did, too, you idiot. You don't see him getting laid, now do you?"

"Guys I'm right here."

You opened your eyes, blinking as you tried to get used to the light. You were faintly aware of the body you were pressed against you, your form hugging Namjoon's, who was still in a deep sleep, soft snores escaping his parted lips. Surrounding your bed were six men.

Your vision cleared, seeing a few of them scruffed up, with bandages or wounds, but nevertheless alive.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, jumping from Namjoon's side to hug the men, wrapping your arms around each as you cradled their faces and examined their wounds, a rush of relief and happiness filling you. "I'm so glad you're ok! I was so worried and I tried to convince Agent B and V to go back because I didn't want to abandon you and I didn't know if you were alive and I- fuck, I'm just really relieved."

You wrapped your arms tightly around Jungkook at that moment, turning back to examine his face. "How's the leg?" you question, your thumb brushing over his busted lip. It wasn't much, just a bit of a cut, and he's had worse, but you couldn't help but fret.

Jungkook simply chuckled. "Good as new. Jin snuck me into one of the medical centers and got it taken care of."

You should've figured. Bullets were nothing for someone as brilliant as Jin, and you had no doubt he'd be able to fix all the scrapes and cuts you eight had gotten once you settle in. 

Namjoon coughed from behind you, seemingly awake from when you had gotten up. "Er, Y/N, I'm sorry to tell you this but I think you ought to get back into the covers."

"What?" You look down, realizing you're still in the panties and shirt you had slept in the night before. You hadn't thought of it last night, simply grabbing clothes that were prepared in the drawers, and you didn't even think of it when you went to Namjoon's room or talked to Taehyung, seeing as it was dark and everyone was too tired to realize.

You dive back under the covers, your face red, slowly realizing what the conversation earlier was about. "Uh, that wasn't what it looked like. Nothing happened last night."

"Sure about that? I know Agent B here can be quite the perv when he feels like it," Hoseok comments, hitting Namjoon lightly on the shoulder.

Namjoon scowls, red-faced as well. "Uh-huh, sure. Seriously, she just couldn't sleep last night, so-"

"You kept her occupied?" Jimin snickered.

"Helped tire her out?" Jungkook joined in.

"No, trust me, nothing happened. I know from my mission with Agent B in Columbia that he doesn't exactly know how to keep quiet," Taehyung assures everyone.

"As if you were any better in Australia!"

"Look, I had a crush on Ariel when I was younger. What else was I supposed to do when I was face to face with a mermaid? Not fulfill my fifth-grade fantasies?"

"You jacked off to The Little Mermaid when you were ten?" Yoongi questioned.

"Actually now that I think about it, it was Ursala. But I didn't come across any squid ladies in Australia," Taehyung corrected himself. "And no, I didn't jack off to a Disney movie!"

"And all this time I thought Jimin was the one with the tentacle fetish," you whisper to yourself.

"I do not have a tentacle fetish!" Jimin fired back.

"I saw the anime girl body pillow, Jimin. I know you watched tentacle porn."

"Everyone's watched it! It's just one of those things you look at out of curiosity. Kind of like 'Why do people get turned on by this?' the same way you wonder how someone finds feet or pissing sexy. It was a one-time thing and I didn't get a boner from it. Also, you keep Jabami Yumeko out of this!"

"Literally everyone in Kakegurui is gay, idiot," you say, rolling your eyes. "She even wears the lesbian ring."

"What's a lesbian ring?" Jungkook asked.

"If a woman wears a ring on her thumb she's gay."

"I don't think her wearing a thumb ring makes her a lesbian," Jimin cut in.

"Yeah it does, look it up!" You huff, shaking your head. "The whole point of that show is gambling lesbians."

"Man, you guys are weebs," Hoseok grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever, she's hot, ok?" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"You're just saying that because of that one scene where she acts like a cat," Taehyung cuts in.

"Dear god, not you too." Hoseok facepalms.

"That scene was pretty hot. Not that I'm a furry or anything," you admit.

"GUYS!"

Everyone turns to Yoongi, his gaze burning as he glares at everyone. He pulls out a thick stack of paper, tossing it onto the bed. "If everyone here is done talking about the newest 'waifu' or whatever it is you losers call it, I think it'd be best to discuss what we've brought back from the agency. More accurately, stolen."

You pick up the first piece of paper, furrowing your brows. "Yoongi, what are these?"

"Your medical records. AKA test results."

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It was a weird sight, seeing eight people sitting on the ground, surrounding a coffee table, paperwork covering every inch of surface area. One might think it was a college study group. But no, each letter contributed to describing the torture and pain you went through during the experimentations, detailing your DNA and comparing past records. It described everything from the new strains caused by whatever had been injected into you to the consistency of your discharge. You had to give it to the EAA bastards- they were thorough.

You were in the middle of wondering when they held a ruler up to your vagina to measure it in centimeters when Namjoon cuts in. "At least we can confirm what had happened that night. It appears here that Jashwi injected her own DNA into Y/N."

"Like her own venom or something? Did she infect her like a vampire?" Jungkook pondered. "Like Twilight?"

"I don't think so." Hoseok shook his head, glowering down at the paper in his hand. "If that were the case she'd be fully changed into one of them. She's still human, but it does appear that she's slowly changing. Or at least a part of her is. Kind of like combining if that makes sense?"

"Is that why she doesn't seem to be getting any better?" Jin held up a particular document, though you didn't bother trying to strain your eyes to read the tiny print from a distance. "According to these, they tried to revert her and cure her with anything they had. She didn't seem to benefit from any nutriment, from food to medicine."

"Maybe it's because they're looking at it from a human perspective," Yoongi wondered aloud. "You said before she was changing, or at least a part of her has. What if what changed, or at least one of the things, was what she fed on?"

"Well, she doesn't seem to feed on food. So the bright side at least is that we have more rations for ourselves," Jin shrugged.

You socked him in the arm. "Gee, that's one way to look at it, asshole."

"What? We've got to be optimistic!"

"We have to remember everything Jashwi told us about her people. About the Anancites," Namjoon hums. "Does anyone remember any information that might be useful?"

"She's a scientist who used to rule her planet apparently. And her boyband was called a rapture," Taehyung offered. "Oh, and they shared a telepathic bond. Apparently."

"They're able to manipulate elements and have powers. Jashwi possessed the power of water, so if you're going to get any superpowers, Y/N, it'll probably be that." Jimin smiled at the thought. "Hey, you'll be like an avatar!"

"I don't think I have the strength in me to even walk down the block, much less bend water," you tell him truthfully.

"Anything on feeding?" Namjoon questioned.

"She said it was mutually beneficial for both parties. So I doubt it'd be anything like cannibalism or sucking blood. We can rule vampire out," Hoseok offered.

"What if we look through the documents and see if they list any similarities between the newly injected DNA and a species we're familiar with?" you questioned.

"Brilliant!" Namjoon fished through some of them, but it turned out to be Taehyung who found the right sheet of paper. 

Taehyung analyzed the information, taking it in as he tried to decipher it. He was an engineer, not a biologist by any means. "Ok, I think this is it. I'll look for what's the most similar. She's definitely not a mermaid, but if she is able to bend water that would be close enough, in my opinion."

"Negative towards any ghosts. That includes poltergeists, ghouls, and banshees. Same for anything of the fairy clans. Rules out gnomes, pixies, elves, dwarves, and whatever tiny freaks you can think of," Jungkook continued, leaning over to examine the paper from behind Taehyung's shoulder.

"Skip to what seems closest, why don't you?" Yoongi inquired.

"Closest seems to be the succubi and incubi. Sirens are close as well." Taehyung's brow furrowed. "But the Anancites didn't look anything like those..."

"I think you've got to look at what seems similar. What do they all share in common?" Hoseok asked. 

Silence consumed the room. Everyone thought the same thing, but no one wanted to say it.

"Sex," you say. "It's obvious. The succubi and incubi feed off of sexual energy and having sex with humans. Sirens sing to sailors about love and sex to draw them to kill themselves."

"But none of those species benefit the other when they're feeding." Namjoon wore a puzzled look on his face, as though trying to wrap his head around the idea. "The sex demons feed off the humans and take their energy from them, and sirens eat the dead bodies of the sailors who jumped overboard."

"That's why the Anancite DNA isn't completely similar, perhaps. There are small differences. Besides, sex typically, or at least should be, beneficial for both parties," you offered.

"Wait let me get this straight," Jimin said, pausing. "You're trying to say that instead of feeding off of food or blood, there's a possibility you feed off of... sex?"

Your face turned red. "I mean, this is a whole new species, Agent P. We're lucky it's even something that is... obtainable. Besides, I never said that, but it's a possibility. And a high one, at that. You never know until you try."

There's another moment of silence. At that moment you wanted to die.

"So... one of us will have to have sex with you, is that it?" Hoseok questioned.

"Don't say it like it's going to be a burden!" you snap.

"I don't know, you're pretty bony right now. You'll probably poke one of us in the eye," Yoongi chuckled.

"I'm not going to elbow anyone doing doggy style, you absolute twat," you fired back.

"Wait, so we're seriously going to do this?" Jungkook questioned, his eyes wide as he looked about the room.

"I mean no one's running a train on her or anything. Not yet," Jimin joked. "But from the looks of it... yeah. I doubt we'll just be able to walk out and get her a guy. It'll have to be one of us."

"Why don't we ask her then?" Taehyung looked over to you, and at that moment you realized you had to answer.

"Oh, ok, so... Fuck, it's weird with all of you staring at me!" You made eye contact with each man, their gazes pinned on you. "Look, to put it lightly I wouldn't mind it being anyone. I like all of you equally, as friends and... in an attractive way. I'm not opposed to anyone, so..." You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your confession.

"Alright... That's good to know," Namjoon said, coughing awkwardly.

"Alright? Dude she said she wanted all of us to nail her!" Jimin whisper joked.

"Not at the same time, idiot!" You tossed some papers over to him but were unable to stay mad at him for long, despite his ribbing.

"You sure that wouldn't be weird for you or anything? Like, sleeping with a coworker?" Jungkook questioned.

"Former coworker. And no, I slept with Jimin," you answered.

"You too?" Taehyung offered a hand, and you high fived him.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Jin questioned, eyes bugging out of his head. "You both slept with Jimin?"

"Technically three," Yoongi offered, raising his hand slightly. 

"Wait, who here has slept with Jimin?" Hoseok questioned, having you, Taehyung, and Yoongi raise your hands.

"Guys, can we not reveal my sexual exploits?" Jimin whined, face beet red.

"You deserve it, asshole," you tease, sticking your tongue out. 

"Where'd you do it?" Taehyung asked, his eyes glimmering with questions.

"Office, over the desk. You?"

"I was drunk so it was behind the bar. Not bad, though."

"Nice," you offered, nodding as you turned to Yoongi. "And you, Agent Dick?"

"Uh, I don't kiss and tell," Yoongi grunts.

"Thank you!" Jimin lets out a rush of relief, a sigh escaping his lips as he prayed for you and Taehyung to quit oversharing.

"Sure thing, bottom," Yoongi responded.

"He was a bottom for you?" you and Taehyung questioned in unison, shocked.

"Ok, enough about Jimin whoring himself out to everyone in the agency," Hoseok interrupted. "Aren't we supposed to talk about... er... Y/N?"

It was silent again.

"Alright, I'm going to go to my room for a bit because I think this is a decision you guys should make on your own. I have a feeling it'll be even weirder if I'm here, and I know I won't be able to make the decision. Seriously, though, I'm completely cool with whoever, so surprise me or whatever. It's not weird unless we make it weird, right? I'll let you guys decide amongst yourselves. Surprise me!"

You departed, leaving the boys to themselves.

"So... I guess we should ask first if anyone doesn't want to..." Namjoon trailed off.

"Sleep with Y/N?" Yoongi offered bluntly.

"Er- yeah," Namjoon coughed awkwardly. There was no show of hands, and he only sighed. "Guess that doesn't make anything easier. Figured."

"Wouldn't the logical choice be Jimin if they already had sex?" Hoseok questioned. "They already had sex, that would make her more comfortable with it, wouldn't it?"

"Things got a little awkward afterward," Jimin admitted. "We survived, of course, but... Well, my concern is if everyone would be alright with the prospect of something like that? It'd be weird, wouldn't it? A group and two of them are screwing. Seven guys and one girl."

"I think it's a bit too soon to propose a gangbang," Jin admitted. "Besides, I'd like to think most of us will be able to handle ourselves. We're adult men."

"But what if feelings get hurt?" Jimin questioned.

There was a moment of silence.

Taehyung could feel a few eyes on him in particular. He glowered, staring back. "As though any of you are any better. We're all here for a reason, so don't be hypocrites. Besides, I could separate my feelings from helping. There's no guarantee."

"No one said anything about that," Jungkook said, embarrassed. "And we know. We'd all have to separate our feelings. It'd be unfair to Agent Q otherwise."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"What about you, Namjoon?" Jin questioned. "You've known her longest."

Namjoon blushed, his ears turning a bright red. "W-W-Well, I mean, I... Well, what about you? You've been flirting with her and telling her you wanted to nail her for years."

"I'm not denying it," Jin said, raising his hands in defense. "And I'm not going to say no if it's me, either."

"But?" Yoongi inquired.

"But I think there's a few in this group who would... I don't know, be more deserving? That sounds wrong, but you know what I mean. She's not a prize, and we shouldn't attach our own reasons or feelings to this, but there are better options I guess."

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi pressed on, narrowing his eyes.

Jin sighed, giving up at trying to figure out his words. "I don't know... Wait, why do you want to do this anyway? You bicker with her all the time. You act like you hate her anyway."

"I clearly don't hate her if I'm here. Besides, as much of a dumbass as she can act once or twice, I'm attracted. It's purely biological," Yoongi shrugged.

"Alright, it definitely can't be you," Hoseok said, shaking his head. 

Yoongi shrugged again, uncaring. "I'm alright with whatever, same as Agent C. The difference is that I don't think anyone has more right to this 'opportunity' as some of you might think of it to be. The fact is we all are attracted to her and I'm not going to call anyone out but everyone here has feelings or something strong enough to have brought them here in the first place. We'd want to sleep with her regardless. It's only a coincidence this could help. I do think we have to try to separate our feelings, however. Jungkook was right- it's not fair to Y/N. You heard her- she can't pick between any of us. I don't think even sex will change that. We can't pretend like we just want her as a piece of meat either since we all care about her. We aren't dimwitted enough to believe that lie, and neither is she. So we'll take what we can get and keep going along. The most important thing though will be to act civil, regardless of who it is."

"Yoongi's right," Namjoon nodded. "About all of that. No one is more or less deserving. The important thing is to do this without feelings and act civil. Like it's all just business."

Jungkook raised his hand, earning a sigh from Namjoon. Once he had the attention, he coughed, clearing his throat. "We still need to decide who it is, though."

Hoseok sighed, "We're well aware."

"So why don't we just... not pick?"

"What do you mean?" Taehyung questioned, furrowing his brows.

Jungkook pulled out a stack of cards, pulling them out of the box to shuffle them. "Does everyone here know how to play Speed?"

-

"I've gotta admit, I'm a little surprised you're the one they chose."

Hoseok shrugged, closing the door behind him with his foot. "You won't like the method we used. Trust me when I say it wasn't a vote."

"Oh?" You quirked a brow, interested. "How'd you guys decide?"

"We played cards."

"Let me guess- Agent Z?"

"How'd you know?" Hoseok questioned, truly impressed.

You simply shrugged, "Lucky guess, I suppose."

"I like the robe, by the way," Hoseok said, pointing to the fluffy white robe you adorned. He felt his ears get pink, knowing that you were more than likely wearing nothing underneath.

"Thank you! Provided by the hotel instead of the CIA, though they've got an old lady outfit stored inside the fake plant in the bathroom, so there's that. I'm sure if I spend a bit more time I'll be able to find at least five more prepared disguises. And just so you know I completely intend on stealing all the shit I can in this hotel before we have to skip ahead to the next one."

He nodded understandingly but was only half listening to what you were saying. Typically he was a very good listener, but he was still trying to process what was happening. The fact it was him of all people. Jin had been flirting with you since the beginning of time. You knew Namjoon first, and you had already slept with Jimin. Taehyung had basically been in love with you since the two of you met. Sure, Hoseok was very attracted to you, (and more) but he wasn't familiar with the act of screwing a colleague. He had determined long ago that wouldn't happen between the two of you, yet here he was.

"Sit here," you say, patting the spot next to you on the bed. Hoseok does so, nervous but compliant. You squint your eyes, your hand coming up to hold his face as you analyzed him. He suspected you would kiss him, but instead, you keep staring at him, as though searching.

"What're you doing?" he questioned, confused.

"Reading you."

"What, like a psychic?"

"No, it's just..." You paused, licking your lips before flitting your eyes back to his. "Hoseok, you can do anything you want to me tonight."

He froze. That was not what he was expecting. 

"I'm giving you full control," you continue, taking one of his hands in your own before bringing it to the back of your head. He lets his hand rest on the back of your neck for a moment. "I want you to be in charge. I'll do whatever you say, and you can do whatever you want. No restrictions."

"Didn't think you'd be into this kinky stuff," he said nervously, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Didn't think you'd be, either," you say. Before he can analyze or read into your words, your lips are pressed against his. His lids flutter closed, your lips bruising against his with a certain amount of ferocity. He feels himself getting into a rhythm, his hand slowly snaking up your hair. You keen at his touch, moaning into his mouth when he makes a tight fist, yanking at your hair.

His eyes bug out, and he lets go. "Shit, sorry, I-"

"Do it again," you say, returning his hand to your scalp.

"W-What?"

"I meant it when I said I wanted you to take control," you tell him, staring him dead in the eye to show how serious you were.

"Yeah, but I don't want to hurt you, and I respect you and-"

"I know that A. I do. It's because you respect me that I want you to take control. I want you to dominate me. To hurt me," you inform him, sighing at the sight of him frozen at your words. You take a deep breath to explain yourself. "Have you ever felt as though you weren't in control? Like many of the choices in your life weren't really made by you, but for you? Like you're sort of just following others' whims?"

"Yeah," Hoseok admitted, thinking back to his mistakes. His parents dying. Stumbling upon a secret agency. Having his childhood ripped out from under him as he was trained not to feel, but to kill. "I have."

"So wouldn't it feel good to exert a bit of control over one aspect of your life? Even if it's just for a few minutes? Even if it's just over sex?"

What you were saying made sense. "What about you, though?"

You smiled, as though expecting the question. "For me, I put the control in someone else's hands. They get to have the control and I won't have to deal with it. I put myself in the hands of someone I trust."

"You trust me that much?"

"I do," you confirm, a coy smile on your lips. "I meant it when I said you could do whatever you wanted to me. I'll do whatever you say. I want you to take control. To dominate me. To hurt me."

"Fuck, you're a masochist," he hissed, finally getting a firm grip on your hair and tugging it back, making you arch into his touch as you hissed in pain.

"Only if you're a sadist," you responded, your lips returning to his in a searing hiss.

He groaned, flipping over to roll on top of you, continuing to kiss you as he pressed his body against yours. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue, and he keened at the feeling of you following his movements, letting him control the movements. 

He had sex with women before but never before were they so blunt and open about what they wanted. Typically they just assumed he'd know or communicate small things. He'd have to guess he was doing something right, listening to what little they'd give him. 

But you... it was as though those few seconds that were spent staring at him, reading him, were put to good use. It was as though you had read what carnal desires he had suppressed deep down, and unleashing it.

You moved your hands to touch him, but he slapped your hands away, pinning your wrists above your head. "Don't touch me," he growled. A bit of panic spread over him, unused to talking to you, one of his closest friends, in that manner. 

Instead, you looked at him in a lustful manner, your eyes glazed as you nodded obediently. "Yes, sir."

Fuck, he felt his dick twitch at that.

He let go of your wrists, and true to your word, you kept them in place. He straddled your hips, slowly undoing the knot on your robe and opening it. He sucked in a breath, seeing you fully naked. The number of times he had jerked off to the thought of you like this, naked beneath him, was stupendously high. He couldn't believe that all of his darkest fantasies were coming true. You, so submissive, so unlike yourself, ready for him to do whatever he wished with you.

"You're beautiful," he whispered beneath his breath, slowly spreading your legs wider as he shuffled between them. You were wet already.

"Didn't take you as the mushy type."

You yelped, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he swatted your mound, the sound of the harsh slap echoing throughout the room. You attempted to close your legs together, but he kept them spread open with his own, giving you another punishing slap. 

"Would you rather I call you a dirty slut?" he questioned between gritted teeth.

From the way you bit your lip, letting the tender flesh roll from between your teeth, he took it as a yes.

He gave you one more firm smack before he started rubbing his hand up and down your folds, gathering your wetness. He hummed, pleased, letting your engorged clit slide between his fingers as he continued to tease you. "I think you like me spanking your pretty pussy. Calling you a slut."

You nodded eagerly, hips bucking up for a bit more friction in contrast to his light touch.

"You'll take what I give you," Hoseok growled, his other hand coming to your lower stomach to pin you down as he inserted a finger, pumping it into you. As expected you gasped, trying to buck your hips again, only to have Hoseok keep you pinned to the bed. "Understood, slut?"

You failed to answer, moaning as he inserted another finger, scissoring you.

Hoseok glared at you, the hand on your stomach reaching up to your throat, squeezing lightly as a warning. "I believe I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

You hummed, and he could feel the vibrations against the palm of his hand. "Yes, sir," you said, compliant once again. "I'll take what you give me."

"Good girl," he said, letting go of your throat. He went down, laying on his stomach as he hitched your thighs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He maintained eye contact with you, his lips making contact with your bud. You gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back at his movements as his tongue ran through your folds. "Eyes on me," he reminded you, nails digging into your thighs.

He continued, tasting every drop you had to offer, amazed with how good you tasted. Your heels dug into his upper back, trying to draw him impossibly closer. He enjoyed seeing you like this, trying to maintain eye contact despite how you yearned to toss your head back and let your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out wanton moans with every swipe of his tongue, mewls escaping your lips as he sucked harshly on your clit.

He removed one of his arms from under your legs, inserting two fingers inside of you once more, making a come hither movement. The stimulation of your g-spot with the feeling of his mouth on your clit was becoming too much. Your hands reached down, curling into his hair as you tugged at his scalp similarly to how he did yours.

"Fuck, I'm go-gonna-"

Suddenly it all stopped, Hoseok pulling back from between your legs, watching as your orgasm was ripped from you, dying with each second he didn't spend buried in your head. He watched how desperate you seemed, staring him in the eyes as he licked his fingers of your arousal, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Helplessness was a good look on you, he had to admit. It made his cock twitch in his pants, seeing you like this, knowing it was all because of him.

"I told you before: you take what I give you." He's quicker than you can process, flipping you over on your hands and knees as he gathers your hair in a ponytail, cranking it back as his hands give bruising slaps to both cheeks. "And I also believe I told you not to touch me."

"I'm sorry, sir!" you wailed, the battery continuing as he made sure to redden each cheek, the spanks raining down on you. You were sure you wouldn't be able to even sit down properly tomorrow, each seat you take a reminder of his reprimand. "I won't do it again sir! Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry!"

"I know you are," he said in a soothing voice, rubbing soothing circles in the places where he did the most damage, his voice soft. He gently rolls you over, wiping away some of the tears that had come along with your punishment. "You took it very well. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"S-Sir, please," you sniffed, enjoying the feeling of his thumb wiping away the tears as you tried to compose yourself.

"What is it?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Anything for you." He was quick to pull his pants off, with his boxers following closely after. You spread your legs invitingly, a sound of impatience escaping your lips as he teased you, running the head of his cock along your folds. Finally, he slides in, both of you letting out a moan of pleasure. He could feel every ridge of you as you squeezed tightly around him, and you focused on the pleasurable burn of him sliding into you for the first time.

"You're so big," you cooed, your lids fluttering. It had admittedly been a while since you slept with anyone. Partially because of business and partially because of the fact you were kept in a fucking lab.

Hoseok begins to pump himself into you, his grip tight on your thighs as he fucked you with earnest. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels pressing into him as though to drive him deeper into him. He was already impossibly deep, kissing your cervix with every push. It was when he began to stimulate the bundle of nerves that you were really becoming undone.

"Fuck, Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok!"

"That's right, scream my name," he grunted, drilling deeper into you. He reached behind, his hand sliding behind your head to yank at your hair once more, a knowing smirk gracing his features as you let out a familiar hiss of pleasure. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be my little slut?"

"Yes, sir, fuck!" You were becoming depraved, mouth gaping open as your eyes rolled back. "Harder, please."

Your wish was his command, and before long his hips slammed into your own, no doubt with a bruising force. Hoseok's hand wrapped around your pretty little throat, squeezing harder than before, restricting airflow.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he questioned, his other hand toying with your clit as he maintained his pace, brutally abusing your g-spot. It came up to give you a slap across the cheek, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight of you letting him. "Are you gonna cream all over me and get nice and messy for me?"

You nodded eagerly, thighs shaking around him as you tilted your head back, back arching with grace as you came. Hoseok fucked you through it, letting go of your throat. The influx of oxygen only increased the pleasure, the orgasm having been built up from being denied before.

Hoseok now chased his own high, using your body as a toy as he felt himself nearing climax. You simply stared at him with that hazy look in your eye, letting him use you, true to your word.

Let go, Hoseok.

He felt himself spill into you, his breath heavy as he drained himself into you. You took all of it, eyes trained on him as he collapsed beside you.

He looked over to you, his fingertips brushing over your neck. "Damn, you're definitely going to have marks in the morning."

You shrugged. "Let them know I like choking. Who doesn't? I'm pretty sure it's in with the college kids nowadays. Besides, if you think that's bad, you should see what you did to my ass. I won't be able to sit for a week."

"Sorry, was that too much?"

"Not at all," you cooed, toying with the strands of his hair. "It felt good to let go, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did."

"I'm going to pee, and I suggest you do too. Then round two."

"Yeah... Wait already?"

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Thoughts While Rewatching Desendencts 2

for the fifth time

-omg Jay and Carlos are adorable together. i can’t.

-Mal baby you pretend too hard

-Evie...I love you and your character development!

-For a moment, all the girls were gay for Lonnie as she kicked Jay’s ass in the fencing scene. Also it’s easy to see she has a more martial arts training that specifically fencing training.

-Jay had literally no problem with letting Lonnie join the team. Or the thought of girls joining Tourney. Like, when Chad said “What will happen next? We’ll have girls playing Tourney?”  Jay’s face just said “why not?”. HE’S SO FOR GIRLS BEING BADASS. That could come from the island where it didn’t matter your gender, you knew how to fight. Evie knows how to fight rather well.

-Jay is bisexual. Fight me on this fact.

-Chad is a useless character. 

-Mal’s reaction to Dude talking is THE BEST. She’s just like “...well just add that to the list of things going wrong” and leaves!

-is...Harry Hook not wearing eyeliner??

-he is, but it’s super thing.

-I LOVE UMA.

-Gil is so oblivious to so many things. It’s amusing.

-Uma and Hook are definitely a thing. They’re not openly affectionate, but they’re dating.

 -”Blonde hair spell” ....Why is that in Maleficent’s spell book? Speed reading and cooking I get, but blonde hair??? why???

-What happens to lizard Maleficent? We see Mal put her in the box, but then never see her agian. Is she just a lizard running around the Isle for the rest of the movie?

-wait...Ben was using a quill...they have CELLPHONES and he’s using a QUILL TO WRITE????

-Evie is wearing blue mascara and I am LIVING for it!

-I love the jewelry in this series. I wish it existed in real life.

-oh they gave Harry more eyeliner. Nice!

-Is Jay the only one who knows how to drive? Where did he learn to drive?

-Jay really cares about his girls. He’s so protective of Mal and Evie. I love it.

-Ben is definitely wearing one of Jay’s beanies.

-Evie has the best shoes.

-Yes Mal, threaten Ben with a can of spray paint. You can do so much damage with it.

-They just let Ben WALK AWAY!! No one went after him! No wonder he got kidnapped!

-Mal is a disappointed mom. The oldest kids lost the baby.

-Evie and Dizzy have such a good relationship!

-”The space between” or whatever Mal and Evie’s song is called, it makes me cry. I just can’t with it.

-Carlos is bad at lieing on the spot. 

-Jay kinda is too, but he could’ve been thrown off because it was Lonnie.

-Hook has on eyeliner and shadow. Good.

-”Don’t pretend to look out for me. Cause no one’s looking out for me. It’s just me.” Uma says as she stares at Harry.  Uma you’re a strong independent woman who don’t need no man, but you know Harry would give his life for you and you love that man.

ok I have to pause, cause I have a lot of thoughts about something. Didn’t Ursala die? And Jafar was turned into a genie and trapped in a lamp and flicked off to who knows where. How did they have kids? Did someone bring back the dead villians? Release Jafar? 

Also how did ALL the villians end up on the Isle? They wouldn’t have gone willingly and there are some VERY powerful villians. Was there a war?

I have so many questions, but back to movie thoughts.

-How did Dude get in the limo?

-Gil’s warpaint is amusing.

-Lonnie is so ready to fight!

-HNNNG, ok pause again cause, like, UGH. Jay is Mal’s right hand man. Her second in command. I will fight about this. Yeah Evie is her best friend, but Jay is ALWAYS right at her side in a fight! Like Harry comes up beside Uma and starts his verse, and Jay’s by Mal’s side before Harry has a line out. And he’s ready to fuck Harry up too. Can we talk about the look on his face as he walks up???? HNG that man is SEXY. 

-Ben’s voice is so auto tuned it hurts.

-Lonnie is having the time of her life fighting these pirates.

-Jay and Harry fighting just further shows Jay is Mal’s second. Harry made it sound like they’d fought many times before.

-Jay and Lonnie are cute together.

-omg. When Carlos is like “no you guys don’t get to run off for girl talk now”, Jay is just like “wtf dude????” Jay doesn’t talk about feelings.

-Jay offering to drive Mal back to the Isle if things don’t work out with Ben. ANOTHER reason, he’s her second.

-lol Jay could out push up the entire team

-Carlos just melts into the hug with Jane. It’s SO CUTE.

-The boat looks like a castle...why?

-I lowkey love that they constantly put Jay and Carlos in leather. Also Jay is HOT with a but.

-I love Lonnie’s dress.

-I love how accepting Belle is of Mal.

-UGH the shade of blue they always put Uma in is SO GORGEOUS on her!

-They’re playing “Kiss the Girl” While Ben and Uma dance. I feel like it’s really ironic.

-Ben is so confused. It’s adorable.

-I really hate that they gave Ben “Beasts Roar” like...it’s so dumb. I don’t like it an any of the movies.

-However, Ben makes a good peacekeeper.

-Why didn’t Mal just pick Ben up and put him back on the boat?

-How did Belle now get wet? Everyone else is soaked to the bone and her curls are still perfect.

-There’s actually quiet a few people who don’t look like they got wet...

-I love how everyone had a shorter version of their dresses.

-Also I can’t with Jay and his bun. IT”s SO HOT.

-I really want Lonnie’s dress.

-Evie took down her hair and it’s just perfectly curled, in stead of wavy like hair is after being braided.

-oh she had a full hairstyle change! 

-I really wish Lonnie had been in the 3rd movie. I would’ve loved to have seen what they’d done with her and Jay’s relationship cause they are cute together. I still stand with Jay being bi though. 

I’ll probably have more thoughts later. I definitely had a lot more happen than I thought I would...Sorry this got so long. 

This fandom is probably dead, but if you wanna talk to me about it, please DM me!

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A Battle for Love

(Storyinfo)(Ariel falls hard for Bilbo so Ursala turns her into a human but he is heading for Erobor and she has to get through Mirkwood and Lake Town before she gets to Erobor. Along the way she'll meet new friends and gain new family. But with Smaug attacking Lake Town and the battle raging in Erobor will her love for Bilbo meet the same fate as Kili and her new best friend Tauriel?)

My name is Ariel I'm a twenty year old mermaid princess of Atlantica which is located in the lake of Lake Town. I'm the only child of King Triton, abused child for that matter my father beats me. This morning when I came up to the surface to watch the people of Lake Town which I love to do every morning. I dreamed of being human forever. I spotted fourteen men arriving on a boat. They were dwarfs but one I spotted was not a dwarf it was a Hobbit. A very hot one and I fell madly in love so that's why I'm here right now in a cave talking with the good witch Ursala who gives merpeople the power to turn from mer to human whenever they please with no payment.

   Ursala: My dear girl you will have the human life you want, be away from your horrible father, and I will help you get the man of your dreams. But this is how this is going to work the place you'll appear is not far from where the Hobbit is but I'm afraid you won't be able to see him till later and you'll see him. When you do see him his name is Bilbo. Now are you reading child?

   Ariel: Yes please

   There was a bright blue flash then all of sudden Ariel was human, wearing a knee length, sleeveless, white dress with red and blue butterfly's on it with white sandals and was standing in Mirkwood forest. As she turned around she saw a blond elf walking towards her.

   Thranduil: Excuse miss are you alright? Do you have a home?

   Ariel: No I don't have a home, my father beats me that's not a home.

   Thranduil: Well that's all going to change, come live with me and my people. Be my daughter and part of my army Mirkwood will be your home and I would never harm you.(extended his hand)

   She trusted Ursala that this was meant to happen in order to have her true love so she took his hand and went with him. She became Ariel Greenleaf daughter of Thranduil, sister of Legoles, best friend to Tauriel, and one of the best fighters in Thranduil's army. In time Ariel told Legoles, Thranduil, and Tauriel where she comes from and why she there. They all still accepted her but Thranduil dismissed her love for Bilbo and told her “You’re not just a princess from birth you're a princess because you're my daughter. And being my daughter you belong in Mirkwood and nowhere else and as the king's daughter you will not pledge yourself to that Shire rat". Legoles agreed with his father but being in love with Kili Tauriel understood Ariel and the two ran away to not only help in the fight but to find their loves.

   Lake Town Bard's house

   Tauriel and Ariel were about to leave when they saw Bofur coming up the stairs.

   Tauriel: Athelas(Whispered taking the plant)

   Bofur: What are you going to do?

   Tauriel: I'm going to save him(Whispered)

   Not long after she healed Kili everyone heard a noise Smaug was coming. Everyone quickly ran out and ran over to the boat.

    Bane: What about our dad?

    Ariel: If you stay here your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?

    They all got in and the Fili and Bofur rowed as Smaug burned the town. They saw someone in a tower shooting arrows.

    Tilda and Sigrid: Dad(Cried)

    Ariel: Wait(Bane ran out of the boat)

    Tauriel: Leave him(Grabbed her arm)

    After what seemed like forever a dead Smaug fell to the water.

    Ariel: He did it, he killed him

    That morning Ariel and Tauriel helped the people of Lake Town as Sigrid and Tilda called desperately for their dad. Alfred saw Ariel handing out blankets.

    Alfred: Give me one of those I'll catch my death in this cold

    Ariel: Oh find your own 

    Alfred: Give me that blanket(Pulled at one)

    Ariel: I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you(Pulled the blanket away)

    Alfred: That can be arranged(Seized her arm hard and was about to slap her) 

    Bard: Don't you dare touch her(Seized Alfred's arm)

    Bane tripped Alfred making him fall

    Tilda: Dad(Cried)

    Bard: Come here(Held out his arms)

    The girls ran into his arms

    A man: It was Bard he killed the dragon I saw it with my own eyes.

    Ariel: Bard where do we go for shelter?

    Bard: Were going to Erobor

    Bofur: Come on you two we got to get to Thorin(Said to Kili and Tauriel)

 Kili: Give us a sec, please come with me Tauriel(Grabbed her hands)

 Tauriel: I'll meet you there I promise but I promised Ariel I'd help her so I have to travel to Erober with her.

    Kili: At least take this(Took out the stone)

    Tauriel: It was a promise from your mother keep it

    They were about to kiss but then stopped

    Tauriel: My lord Legoles(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles: Leave dwarf

    He did

    An elf: Lord Legoles Lady Ariel you are to return to your father at once.

    Legoles: Come Ariel and Tauriel

    The elf: Not Tauriel she has been banished(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles was so furious that he decided to not only give in helping with the fight but help Ariel and Bilbo be together. Even help Tauriel and Kili be together cause he knew now she loved him not Legoles and that he had to get over it and that he couldn't force her.

    Ariel: I'm not going anywhere(Said fiercely)

    Legoles: You don't have to I'm going with both of you

    The 3 left later all of the Lake Town people arrived in Erobor.

    Bard: Get some fires going, Alfred take the night watch

    Fires were built and wounded were healed.

    The morning

    A man: The children are starving we don't have enough food

    Bard: Do what you can, any news from the night watch Alfred?

    Alfred: Quiet as a mouse sir nothing gets pass me

    They walked outside and saw an army of elves

    Bard: Except for an army of elves

    The elves let Bard through and let the people take all the food and drink from the carts.

    Bard: You saved us I don't know how to thank you(Said to Thranduil)

    Thranduil: I'm not here for you I'm here to reclaim something that is mine. A gem in the mountain that I to desire, a gem of pure and beautiful starlight.(Talking about Ariel)

    Bard rode on a horse over to the mountain

    Bard: Hail Thorin, will you please speak with me?

    Thorin nodded and went downstairs they looked at each other through a hole in the door.

    Thorin: I'm listening

    Bard: On behalf of the people of Lake Town I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so they might we build their lives. My people offered you help and all you bring upon them is ruin and death. A bargain was struck!

    Thorin: A bargain? What choose do we have but to barter our birth right for blankets and food? Tell me Bard the dragon slayer why should I honor such terms?

    Bard: Because you gave us your word, does that mean nothing?

    Thorin: Be gone(Yelled)

     Bard hit the wall furiously and left both Lake Town and the dwarfs got ready for war. Then Bard, Thranduil, and all the elves marched over to the mountain.

    Bard: Thanks for the Arkenstone, you may have it back but first you must honor your word.(Took out the Arkenstone then put it away)

    Thorin: The Arkenstone is in this mountain it's a trick(Yelled)

    Bilbo: It's no trick it's real I gave it to them, I was going to give it to you many times but-

    Thorin: But what you miserable rat?

    Bilbo: You've changed Thorin the dwarf I met in Bag End would have never gone back on his word. Or doubt the loyalty of his kin.

    Thorin: Do not speak to me of loyalty, toss him over!

    Thorin: Did you not hear me?!(Seized Fili then let go)

    Thorin: I'll do it myself curse you(Seized Bilbo)

    Gandalf: Return my burglar to me(Came walking)

    Bofur grabbed Bilbo as Thorin let him go

    Bofur: Go

    Bilbo climbed down by a rope

    Bard: Are we resolved? The Arkenstone for what was promised, give us your answer, will you have peace or war? 

    Thorin: I will have war 

    Dain Ironfoot and his army arrived but so did Azog and his army. The war began.

    In Erobor

    Legoles: Gandalf(Arrived on a horse with Ariel and Tauriel 

    Gandalf: Legoles Greenleaf(Legoles and the girls walked over to him)

    Legoles: There's a second army coming  Gundabad orcs there almost upon us

    Gandalf: They'll be going to the North

    Bilbo: The North, where is the North?

    Gandalf: Ravenhill

    Bilbo: Ravenhill, Thorin is up there, and Fili and Kili their all up there

    A elf horn went off

    Gandalf: My lord dispatch this force to Ravenhill the dwarfs are about to be over run. Thorin must be warned(Walked over to him followed by Bilbo and Ariel)

    Thranduil: By all means warn him I have shed enough elf blood for this cursed land.

    Bilbo: I'll go

    Gandalf: Don't be ridiculous you’ll never make it

    Bilbo: Why not?

    Gandalf: Because they will see you coming and kill you

    Bilbo: No they won't they won't see me

    Gandalf: It's out of the question

    Bilbo: I wasn't asking for permission Gandalf

    Ariel: Wait I'll go with you

    Thranduil: No you will not we are going back to Mirkwood. Help me find your brother now that's an order.

    Ariel: Watch me!

    Bilbo and Ariel left

    Ravenhill(After Bilbo and Ariel found Thorin and after Fili's death)

    Orcs started coming towards them but Dwalin came running and fought them off. Ariel helped him as Bilbo threw rocks at the Orcs Dwalin and Ariel succeed in killing all the Orcs that went at them but not before one knocked out Bilbo. Ariel slipped a note in Bilbo's pocket and then sat down next to Bilbo watching over him with her sword ready to defend him and waiting for him to wake up. Dwalin left Ariel saw eagles starting to arrive Bilbo groaned as he woke up he looked over and saw Ariel sitting next to him then looked at what Ariel was staring at.

    Bilbo: The eagles are coming(Whispered)

    Ariel heard him

    Ariel: You’re awake, are you okay?

    Bilbo: I think so, who are you? You followed me to warn Thorin and you watched over me and wouldn't leave my side when I got knocked out, why?(Sat up)

    Ariel: I slipped that letter in your pocket in case I died while defending you while you were knocked out but I guess you don't need it. I'm a mermaid princess and I saw you and your friend's on Bard's boat arriving in Lake Town. The minute I saw you I fell hard for you so I asked a good lake witch to give me the ability to turn into a human. Thranduil adopted me but he turned out to be a horrible father once I told him the reason I was on land. Not worse than my real farther though my real father beats me.

    Bilbo was mind blown by the time she was done.

    Bilbo: Well now that you found me like you wanted what's your plan now?

    Ariel grabbed his face and kissed him he could not figure out what this gorgeous, hot, tough, and brave princess saw him. But he didn't care he'll take it she stopped.

    Ariel: I'm Ariel

    Bilbo: Bilbo Baggins

    Ariel: I know, the lake witch told me

    They stood up and saw Thorin below who soon collapsed to the ground. They gasped and made their way down and ran over to a coughing bleeding Thorin.

    Thorin: Bilbo(Gasped)

    Ariel: Don't move don't move lie still

    Thorin: Bilbo forgive me I was to blind to see, you’re the best friend I ever had I love you. I'm so sorry, farewell master Baggins go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees watch them grow.

    Bilbo: No no no no no Thorin(Cried desperately as he took Thorin's hand)

    Thorin died Bilbo cried hard in Ariel's arms making her cry too.

    Where Tauriel is holding Kili's dead body

    Thranduil walked over to her

    Tauriel: Their going to bury him(Whispered)

    Thranduil: Yes

    Tauriel: Why does love hurt so much?(Crying)

    Tranduil: Because it's real

     Thranduil apologized to Ariel and let her go she went home with Bilbo and they were married and had a son named Frodo. The letter she wrote him was framed in his and Ariel's room. To Ariel the Shire was more beautiful than any lake or royal kingdom and the people were kind and welcoming.

    The Shire years later(Bilbo's 101 birthday)(Ariel didn't  make it that long she died at 90)

    There was a knock on the door

    Bilbo: No more birthday wishes(Yelled)

    Gandalf: Not even from old friends

    Bilbo knew that voice he smiled as he walked over to the door and opened it.

    Bilbo: Gandalf(Said happily)

    Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins(Smiled)

    Bilbo: Gandalf(They hugged)

    THE END

#hobbit #littlemermaid #ariel #bilbo baggins #middle earth #story #storyofmine

[bunny-lou]

Is Harry Potter a Disney Princess?

Is Harry Potter a Disney Princess? Cinderella 3 February 2015

In this log, I want to tell the story of Harry Potter through the many different princesses in Disney animation (not just Cinderella) and think as to why Harry Potter is so similar to different fairy tales.

First, Harry seems to have a lot in common with Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, especially in infancy. A dark, magical being attempts them both harm as babies: in Harry Potter, this is Lord Voldemort’s attempt to kill him; in Sleeping Beauty, this is Maleficent’s curse on Aurora. They are both taken from their homes by magical beings (fairies and Hagrid) in order to be protected - from either a curse or overwhelming fame - until they turn a certain age.

Second, I see a lot of Harry in Ariel from The Little Mermaid, especially in the beginning of their journeys. Ariel and Harry are both fascinated by another world: human and magic. They are both stuck in what they consider to be boring lives and want to escape but are forbidden by parental figures: Ariel’s father warns her of the danger of humans and tries to prevent her from contacting them while the Dursleys are disgusted by magic and do not even allow the ‘m-word’ to be said. Both Ariel and Harry are granted access to the other world (via Ursala and Hagrid, respectively) and really don’t understand it, as seen when Ariel uses a fork to twirl her hair and Harry doesn’t know anything about Hogwarts, like the four different houses or how to play Quidditch.

Third, the friendships and trials Harry goes through at Hogwarts are similar to the friendships and trials of Mulan during her training in Mulan. Mulan has many difficulties with making friends in the training camp but eventually earns the respect and loyalty of the men. Although Harry had Ron as his first friend, the two of them have a rough patch with Hermione and dislike her until the three of them come together to defeat the troll in the bathroom. Later, Mulan’s and Harry’s friends helped them on the path of defeating the main villains, Voldemort and Shan Yu, via breaking into the emperor’s palace and playing the game of chess and deciphering the potions riddle respectively. Also, Mulan and Harry had trouble settling into their new situations; Mulan is originally unable to do her training because she is not physically fit to do so while Harry’s troubles are mostly in his head (the idea that he won’t be sorted and will be sent back to the Dursleys, his fear that he won’t be able to perform magic, his original confusion over quidditch, etc.).

Lastly, the climax of Harry Potter and Frozen share the theme of self-sacrifice. Anna, suffering from a frozen heart, runs from what she believes is her only hope for surviving and throws herself in front of her sister, Elsa, to save her. A pained and frightened Harry chooses not to run from the man who murdered his parents, but stays and endures the pain, knowing he will probably die, in order to prevent Lord Voldemort from reaching the sorcerer’s stone in a similar act of self-sacrifice.

Why does Harry Potter share so many themes with the Disney princesses? I believe this is because both are adventure stories with ‘under-dogs’ as the main characters. Harry and Aurora are both put into terrible danger as vulnerable, innocent infants. Harry, Ariel and Mulan are thrown into unfamiliar settings and manage to overcome their confusion or lack of friends. Harry and Anna show amazing sacrifices for the greater good, proving they are both worthy heroes.

Harry Potter and the many princesses share the story of being ostracized in their original homes, overcoming challenges and sacrificing themselves in noble acts. This is a beloved story of finding one’s self through adventures and magic.

So this was a paper I wrote in a college class. It was one of the last assignments I submitted, so I never knew what grade I received on it :(

But my sophomore year, I paid money and willingly took an extra class called Harry Potter, the Children’s Literate Allusion which was all about the famous series. Best class ever!

My final paper, 12 pages, compared the events of Harry Potter and WWII and I got a 97% on it!!!

#Harry Potter #personal #Maleficent #sleeping beauty #aurora #mulan #ariel #little mermaid #frozen #anna #my writing

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Research for narrative analysis

here are some of my notes for the essay:

Question: Analyse your chosen narrative with close reference to the Hero’s Journey or another appropriate story template.

·        N.B. You may write about the film’s failure to fit a conventional structure.

 What happens in Kiki’s delivery service?

·        Kiki turns 13 and a full moon she decides to leave home tonight

·        She packs her bags mum is worried and brings Jiji

·        Her mum gives her, her own broom and tells her she can’t take the one she made as its too small

·        Kiki leaves with a vague plan on where she is going

·        On the way down she is greeted with another witch ( a fortune teller) who asks Kiki what’s her talent realises she doesn’t know yet and  the witch dives down avoiding the storm

·        Kiki quickly finds cover in a train

·        She is woken up by cows in a ball of hey

·        She takes flight into the city where the civilians are amazed by seeing a witch for the first time.

·        She loses control and flies manically across the city where she is stopped by a police officer

·        The police officer threatens to tell her parents when tombo distracts the police officer and kiki runs away

·        Tombo catches up to kiki and asks her about her flying powers, kiki doesn’t respond as she finds it rude that he didn’t introduce himself by name first

·        As she walks down town she finds osono trying to give back a left behind dummy to a customer. Kiki offers to fly it down to the customer

·        The customer hands a thank you note to kiki to deliver back to osono so she does

·        Osono invites kiki for a cup of tea and introduces herself

·        She gives her a room to stay in

·        Kiki decides to create a delivery service but needs a phone so she works part time for osono to use their phone

·        Her first customer wants to deliver a toy cat that looks like jiji in a bird cage to a child

·        She takes the bird cage a sets of flying high to avoid traffic

·        A gust of wind hits some birds and then gets attacked by crows as she hits a tree near some crow eggs kiki she drobs the cat in the middle of the forest and decides to put jiji in the cage to buy her some time

·        After she delivered jiji she goes looking for the toy and finds it at ursela house

·        Kiki finds that the toy is broken and ursala says she can fix it if she cleans around the house once finished she takes off to save jiji

·        Jiji escapes thanks to a dog helping him escape and brings back to toy cat

·        Kiki helps put some more at the bakery and takes orders tombo walks in and buys a cake then invites her to a flight party and kiki is excited

·        She then gets a delivery request and sets off to the house

·        Two old ladies haven’t finished making a pie and their oven breaks so kiki helps them by using the old oven and in the mean time helps around the house. She realises she is running late to the party and sets of to deliver the baked pie in the pooring rain to a snooby girl who doesn’t apprietiate the pie

·        She goes home but it is too late and falls into bed upset and now sick

·        She wakes up ill orsono helps kiki giving her the day off and makes her feel better

·        She realises jiji isn’t speaking and she cannot fly her powers are gone so she devotes her attention to the bakery and postpones her delivery service

·        Orsono tells kiki she has a special deliver she would like kiki to deliver in person

·        Kiki delivers it on foot to find out its for tombo

·        Tombo shows her his flying bike and they ride together and crash

·        Kiki laughs and they talk

·        Tombo’s friends invite him to the blimp one of them being the snoby girl and tombo invites kiki

·        Kiki refuses and walks away tombo is confused but goes anyway

·        Kiki goes home and is invited by Ursula to go with her and stay with her for abit

·        She paints kiki and tells her that sometimes she cant paint because she needs a reason to paint just as kiki needs a reason to fly

·        As kiki returns the old laddies ask her to deliver a cake to herself as a thank you for the help

·        She finds tombo holding onto the blimp in danger on tv so kiki sets of to save him

·        She borrows a sweeper broom from an old man and learns to fly again

·        Her motivation was to save tombo and she took off and saved him

·        The end

 I have decided to use voglers version of the hero’s journey as I feel that it is more generalisable then Campbells.

Vogler

Departure/Separation

Act 1

 1.       Tests, Allies, Enemies

·         “The audience’s first impressions of the Special World should strike a  sharp contrast with the Ordinary World.

·         The most important function of this period of adjustment to the  Special world is … to test the hero, putting her through a series of trials  and challenges that are meant to prepare her for greater ordeals ahead.” Pg.  136

·         “The Tests at the beginning of Act Two are often difficult obstacles,  but they don’t have the maximum life-and-death quality of later events.”

·         “If the adenture were a college learning experience, Act One would be  a series of entrance exams, and the Test stage of Act Two would be a series  of pop quizzes, meant to sharpen the hero’s skill in specific areas and  prepare her for the more rigorous midterm and final exams coming up.” Pg.136

·         “The Tests may be a continuation of the Mentor’s training. Many  Mentors accompany their heroes this far into the adventure, coaching them for  the big rounds ahead.” Pg. 136

·         “The Tests may also be built into the architecture or landscape of the  Special World. This world is usually dominated by a villain or Shadow who is  careful to surround his world with traps, barricades, and checkpoints.”

·         Sidekicks: “…pairings of hero and sidekick can be found throughout  myth and literature…. These close Allies of the hero may provide comic relief  as well as assistance.”

·         “Comical sidekicks … may freely cross the boundaries between Mentor  and Trickster, sometimes aiding the hero and acting as his conscience,  sometimes goofing up or causing mischief.”

·         “The Testing stage may also provide the opportunity for the forging of  a team.”

·         Enemies: “The hero’s appearance in the Special World may tip the  Shadow to his arrival and trigger a chain of threatening events.” Pg. 138

·         “A special type of Enemy is the rival… [who] is not out to kill the  hero, but is just trying to defeat him in a the competition.”

·         “The watering hole is a natural congregating place and a good spot to  observe and get information.” Pg. 140

·         This goes throughout the film as she meets  new allies such as the old ladies and enemies (kinda) the snobby Girl

 2.       Approach to the Inmost Cave

·         “It’s time to make final preparations for the central ordeal of the  adventure.”

·         “As heroes near the gates of a citadel deep within the Special World,  they may take time to make plans, do reconnaissance on the enemy, reorganize  or thin out the group, fortify and arm themselves, and have a last laugh and  a final cigarette before going over the top into no-man’s-land. Pg. 144

·         Last laugh, a joyful time (calm b4 storm)

·         Courtship

·         Beware illusions

·         Threshold Guardian

·         Another Special World

·         Shamanic territory

·         Higher stakes

·         Team pep-talk, ass-whupp

·         Disguise

·         NO EXIT

Between the  Foreshadowing of the blimp and the climax kiki goes to the mentor Ursulas  house and learns she needs motivation to get her powers back her threshold  guardian is her worry that she will never get her powers back but she  overcomes this fear thanks to ursula

 3.       Ordeal

·         Death and Rebirth

·         Crisis not climax

·         Points of tension

·         The mid-point (can also be delayed crisis, but my novel is mid)

·         Witness to sacrifice or death needed

·         Facing the shadow

·         Walk through story in Shadow’s skin

·         Sacred Marriage

·         Negative anima or animus

·         Facing the greatest fear

·         Standing up to a parent

·         Death of the ego

Kiki finds  tombo hanging on for dear life on the out of control blimp due to winds fore  shadowed earlier in the film with the crows

 4.       Reward

·         Celebration

·         Campfire scenes to retell the tale

·         Love scenes

·         Seizing the sword, taking possession

·         Holy Grail (the elixir that heals all)

·         New perceptions, see through deception

·         Clairvoyance

·         Self-realization

·         Epiphany

Kiki is able  summon her powers in desperation using an old guys broom although not  particularly a celebration but more in correlation with seizing the sword

 Act 3

 5.       The Road Back

·         Another threshold

·         Finnish your opponent

·         Chase scenes

·         Magic flight – sacrifice of beloved/sacred objects

·         Setbacks require resolve to finish journey

Kiki rescues  tombo

www.learning2grow.org/2014/10/23/plot-structure-joseph-campbell-vs-chistopher-vogler/

•        Macklin, A. C. (2017) Kishōtenketsu: Japanese 4-Act Structure. Available at: https://everwalker.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/kishotenketsu-japanese-4-act-structure/

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097814/?ref_=nv_sr_1

I have also looked at the book ‘Studio Ghibli the films of Hayao Miyazaki and Isao Takahata’ by Colin Odell and Michelle Le Blanc.

Where it goes over common themes within each of the Ghibli films and their inspirations. I helps to give a good understanding on how the films came about and why they were made the way they were.

#narrative.analysis

[minnamarie1983-blog]

Quotes for Saturday May 27,2017

Confidence Quotes Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence. -Helen Keller Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement. -Golda Meir Always hold your head up, but be careful to keep your nose at a friendly level. -Max L. Forman What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Henry S. Haskins We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do. -Olin Miller *** Courage quotes Courage is like love; it must have hope to nourish it. -Napoleon I Courage can’t see around corners but goes around them anyway. -Mignon McLaughlin Courage is being scared to death... and saddling up anyway. -John Wayne Most of us have far more courage than we ever dreamed we possessed. -Dale Carnegie *** Friendship quotes The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. -Elizabeth Foley I'm glad friendship doesn't come with price tags. For if it does, I'd never afford someone as great as you. Friendship means understanding, not agreement. It means forgiveness, not forgetting. It means the memories last, even if contact is lost. Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together. -Woodrow T. Wilson A true friend is the person who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. *** Henry Ford quotes One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your hopes shine to the stars. Enthusiasm is the sparkle in your eyes, the swing in your gait. The grip of your hand, the irresistible surge of will and energy to execute your ideas. You can do anything if you have enthusiasm… Enthusiasm is at the bottom of all progress. With it, there is accomplishment. Without it, there are only alibis. You can't build a reputation on what you're going to do. Never say never. Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently. Building a winning team Coming together is a beginning, staying together is progress and working together is success. Choose to win Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right. Stay focused Obstacles are those frightful things we see when we take our eyes off our goals. *** Love quotes Love carries through many difficulties easily and makes heavy burdens light.--John Cotton Jr. Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.--Karl Menninger Love does not consist of gazing at one another, but in looking outward in the same direction.--Antoine de Saint-Exupery Love doesn't just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like brick; re-made all the time, made new.--Ursala K. LeGuin Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.--Franklin P. Jones Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.--Thomas a Kempis **** Memories Quotes Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.  Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going. -Tennessee Williams Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory. -Joseph Conrad 


#confidence quotes #courage quotes #friendship quotes #Henry Ford quotes #love quotes #memories quotes

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Quotes for Thursday March 30,2017

Blessings quotes Live a life of gratitude, giving thanks in all circumstances.  Mary C. Neal, MD, To Heaven and Back Always count your blessings and thank God for all that you have. Catherine Pulsifer Make no mistake about it, responsibilities toward other human beings are the greatest blessings God can send us.  Dorothy Dix There are so many blessings that go along with tithing, but it is the principle of putting God first and the principle of faith that initiates the blessings. It is the trigger. Robert Morris, The Blessed Life: The Simple Secret of Achieving Guaranteed Financial Results Blessed is the man who gets the opportunity to devote his life to something bigger than himself and who finds himself surrounded by friends who share his passion. Being grateful for the life you have and the many blessings, opportunities, and talents you possess is an amazing way to open your heart and mind to the truth that your are valuable. Vinnie Fisher, The Best Investment: A Better You Desiring what others have keeps us from being personally grateful for God’s many blessings. Lilliet Garrison, Getting Unstuck Where has God blessed you? Thank God for the gifts He lavishes us upon us. Kathryn Shirey, Pray Deep for Advent Joy is always the result of God’s presence, God’s blessings, God’s justice, or the fellowship found with other believers. Kristin N. Spencer, The Truth About Godly Confidence I have had to learn to follow God, even when I could not feel his blessing on my life.   Christopher Roberts, God Never Fails ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Character quotes Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved." Helen Keller  "Who you are speaks so loudly I can't hear what you're saying." Ralph Waldo Emerson  "That which does not kill me, makes me stronger." A SEAL Team saying, by Frederick Nietzsche.  Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." Plato  "Do right. Do your best. Treat others as you want to be treated." Lou Holtz  Every human being is intended to have a character of his own; to be what no other is, and to do what no other can do."Edward Hubbel Chapin  "Be your character what it will, it will be known; and nobody will take it upon your word." Philip Dormer Shanhope, Lord Chesterfield  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friendship quotes Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."-—C. S. Lewis Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.--Samuel Butler Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of all the world.--John Evelyn Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.--Woodrow Wilson Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...it has no survival value; rather, it is one of those things that give value to survival.--C. S. Lewis Friendship of a kind that cannot easily be reversed tomorrow must have its roots in common interests and shared beliefs.--Barbara Tuchman Friendships multiply joys and divide grief.--Thomas Fuller The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.--Joseph Addison There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.--Linda Grayson ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love quotes Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.--Oscar Wilde\ Love carries through many difficulties easily and makes heavy burdens light.--John Cotton Jr. Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.--Karl Menninger Love does not consist of gazing at one another, but in looking outward in the same direction.--Antoine de Saint-Exupery Love doesn't just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like brick; re-made all the time, made new.--Ursala K. LeGuin Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.--Franklin P. Jones Love is the bridge between you and everything.--Rumi Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.--Iris Murdoch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Opportunity  quotes Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be a fish.--Ovid The difference between obstacles and opportunity is your outlook.--Mark Sanborn ( Up, Down, or Sideways) Don't sit down and wait for the opportunities to come; you have to get up and make them.--Madame C. J. Walker If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade.--Tom Peters If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.--Adrienne Gusoff If you wait for opportunities to occur, you will be one of the crowd.--Edward de Bono  Opportunities are seldom labeled.--John A. Shedd Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them.--Ann Landers Opportunity always looks bigger going than coming.--Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joy quotes Dr. Melba Colgrove  Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside. Eileen Caddy  Live and work but do not forget to play, to have fun in life and really enjoy it. Sir James M. Barrie Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot keep it from themselves. Unknown Author I asked God for all things, that I might enjoy life. God gave life, that I might enjoy all things. Mike Richards Never let anyone steal your joy. John W. Gardner  True happiness involves the full use of one's power and talents. Will Schultz  Joy comes from using your potential. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Perseverance quotes Thomas Fuller  Nothing is easy to the unwilling. Nothing is EASY to the unwilling. Maya Angelou We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. Abraham Lincoln I am a slow walker, but I never walk backwards. Billie Jean King  Champions keep playing until they get it right. Lee Iacocca  You've got to say, I think that if I keep working at this and want it badly enough I can have it. It's called perseverance. Thomas A. Edison Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

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Loveless: Chapter 5 CST 10:30

Ship: OT7 x Reader Word Count: 6,562 Warnings: Smut!! Finally!, Sub/Dom Themes, Choking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Oral, Fingering, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Slapping, Dirty Talk, Sir!Kink, Degrading Names, Intercourse, Comedy Snippet:

"You kept her occupied?" Jimin snickered.

"Helped tire her out?" Jungkook joined in.

"No, trust me, nothing happened. I know from my mission with Agent B in Columbia that he doesn't exactly know how to keep quiet," Taehyung assures everyone.

"As if you were any better in Australia!"

"Look, I had a crush on Ariel when I was younger. What else was I supposed to do when I was face to face with a mermaid? Not fulfill my fifth-grade fantasies?"

"You jacked off to The Little Mermaid when you were ten?" Yoongi questioned.

"Actually now that I think about it, it was Ursala. But I didn't come across any squid ladies in Australia," Taehyung corrected himself. "And no, I didn't jack off to a Disney movie!"

"And all this time I thought Jimin was the one with the tentacle fetish," you whisper to yourself.

"I do not have a tentacle fetish!" Jimin fired back.

"I saw the anime girl body pillow, Jimin. I know you watched tentacle porn."

"Everyone's watched it! It's just one of those things you look at out of curiosity. Kind of like 'Why do people get turned on by this?' the same way you wonder how someone finds feet or pissing sexy. It was a one-time thing and I didn't get a boner from it. Also, you keep Jabami Yumeko out of this!"

"Literally everyone in Kakegurui is gay, idiot," you say, rolling your eyes. "She even wears the lesbian ring."

"What's a lesbian ring?" Jungkook asked.

"If a woman wears a ring on her thumb she's gay."

"I don't think her wearing a thumb ring makes her a lesbian," Jimin cut in.

"Yeah it does, look it up!" You huff, shaking your head. "The whole point of that show is gambling lesbians."

"Man, you guys are weebs," Hoseok grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever, she's hot, ok?" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"You're just saying that because of that one scene where she acts like a cat," Taehyung cuts in.

"Dear god, not you too." Hoseok facepalms.

"That scene was pretty hot. Not that I'm a furry or anything," you admit.

"GUYS!"

Everyone turns to Yoongi, his gaze burning as he glares at everyone. He pulls out a thick stack of paper, tossing it onto the bed. "If everyone here is done talking about the newest 'waifu' or whatever it is you losers call it, I think it'd be best to discuss what we've brought back from the agency. More accurately, stolen."

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"Didn't take you as the mushy type."

You yelped, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he swatted your mound, the sound of the harsh slap echoing throughout the room. You attempted to close your legs together, but he kept them spread open with his own, giving you another punishing slap.

"Would you rather I call you a dirty slut?" he questioned between gritted teeth.

From the way you bit your lip, letting the tender flesh roll from between your teeth, he took it as a yes.

He gave you one more firm smack before he started rubbing his hand up and down your folds, gathering your wetness. He hummed, pleased, letting your engorged clit slide between his fingers as he continued to tease you. "I think you like me spanking your pretty pussy. Calling you a slut."

You nodded eagerly, hips bucking up for a bit more friction in contrast to his light touch.

"You'll take what I give you," he growled, his other hand coming to your lower stomach to pin you down as he inserted a finger, pumping it into you. As expected you gasped, trying to buck your hips again, only to have him keep you pinned to the bed. "Understood, slut?"

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Quotes for Wednesday May 24,2017 Confidence Quotes Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence. -Helen Keller Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement. -Golda Meir Always hold your head up, but be careful to keep your nose at a friendly level. -Max L. Forman What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Henry S. Haskins We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do. -Olin Miller *** Faith quotes Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. -Martin Luther King, Jr. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies. -Mother Teresa Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. -Henry Ward Beecher Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light. -Helen Keller *** Knowledge quotes It is important to use all knowledge ethically, humanely, and lovingly.--Carol Pearson (The Hero Within) Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Knowledge comes by eyes always open and working hands, and there is no knowledge that is not power.--Jeremy Taylor Knowledge comes by taking things apart: analysis. But wisdom comes by putting things together.--John A. Morrison *** Love quotes Love carries through many difficulties easily and makes heavy burdens light.--John Cotton Jr. Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.--Karl Menninger Love does not consist of gazing at one another, but in looking outward in the same direction.--Antoine de Saint-Exupery Love doesn't just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like brick; re-made all the time, made new.--Ursala K. LeGuin Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.--Franklin P. Jones Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.--Thomas a Kempis *** Past quotes When the past calls, let it go to voicemail. It has nothing new to say. I learned that things change, people change, that doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. No man is rich enough to buy back his past. -Oscar Wilde There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws. -Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Never forget yesterday but always live for today, Because you never know what tomorrow can bring or what it can take away. **** Peace quotes Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.--Martin Luther King, Jr. Peace is not something you must hope for in the future. Rather, it is a deepening of the present, and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it.--Thomas Merton ...peace is not something you wish for; it's something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away!--Robert Fulghum (All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten) There may be those on earth who dress better or eat better, but those who enjoy the peace of God sleep better.--L. Thomas Holdcroft

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