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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago

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Poly or just 3 some vibe swith shanks and Mihawk?? I just feel that power imbalance would be addictiveee

Oh This is what I live for Love! You got it!

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAH

Shanks X young!Reader(mid 20's) X Mihawk

Warning: Sexual Themes, Threesome vibes, Sex, Unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You stood there at the bar looking at your few regulars as you spaced out. It was a slow night, almost like every night. Your village was too small and too secluded to get any real traffic. If it wasn't for a few months ago it would have closed- not for a certain pirate crew then it would have defiently closed their doors.

Speaking of which- the door busted open with a fairly dramatic flare. As if summoned by your thoughts there stood the entirety of the Red Haired Pirates, cheeks already flushes with alcohol it seemed.

"Good Evening Mr. Shanks! Glad to see you back" You smile cheerfully at him, He would often come to the bar when he ran out of his monthly supply on his Island next door. Him and his crew were very nice, paired with the fact they always payed very well.

"Good Evening to you (Y/N)! Please bring out the best you have little one! It's a celebration!" It was no secret that Shanks had been eyeing you for the months he had been stopping by, How his eyes would linger on your form a bit more then most- How his gaze would track you as you moved through the bar.

"A celebration?" You asked innocently as he held up a wanted poster proudly. A dark brooding figure Stepping in behind him, looking a bit irritated to he there, even as his gaze settled on you.

"Yep! My Lad Luffy got his first bounty and is now a Pirate! Paired with my good Pal here Mihawk is here for a visit!"

"Well in that case I'll pull out the best!" You said cheerfully waving at your co-workers to bring our the large crates of rum and ale for them.

As the liquor was poured you saw Shanks and Mihawk quietly talking- Their eyes locked onto you as they stared at you, watching every move you did. Which made your cheeks heat up dramatically. After a few moments of this and the bar coming to life with loud music you ended up grabbing a drink as well.

This seemed to drawn Mihawk over, his form shadowing yours. "Is it wise for you to drink?" He cautioned a brow, making you feel a bit flustered by both his accent and eyes.

"It's fine, it's not like anyone here would hurt me" You say softly, Waving your hand dismissively. His lips curving to a slight smirk at this-

"I don't think hurting you is what they would have in mind" Oh your face was bright red now- especially with the purr in his tone and look in his eye-

"W-Well if they asked I wouldn't be opposed I'm sure-" You manage to squeak out, drawing his gaze in. Before he gestured you to follow him, which you obediently did. Returning to his seat next to Shanks he pulled you to his lap which made your face crimson- The red head smiling at the sight.

"Didn't know all I had to do was smile to bring you over finally" He teased, Gesturing to yourself seated on his peers lap. You took another sip of your drink and shyly shrugged

"As I say, ask and you shall receive Shanks. Number one rule here" You quip back which earns a noise from Mihawk- seemingly a chuckle.

"Well if that's the case. Me and my friend here, both would love to take you out for the evening, to get to know you better. But you'd have to choose my dear"

"I-I wouldn't be able to choose-" You admit shyly, Looking between the two of you. Shanks laughing loudly at this as he bit his lip.

"What about both of us?" He chimed, something in his eyes made tour stomach warm. Maybe it was the underlying danger or the arousal but yoh nodded.

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt- It's a celebration afterall" You blushed, drinking more of the rum in your glass. The alcohol making your head buzz and warmth filled your body.

Mihawk squeezed your thigh as you were still seated on his lap.

"Deplorable as usual-" Mihawk grumbled, but his gaze did fall to you as you sat there blushing in-between the two men. His golden eyes practically staring through your soul, reaching forward and taking a peice of your hair in his hands and messing with it- Like he was trying to decide to go through with it. Once your big beautiful eyes settled on his, he sighed almost defeatedly.

"But I suppose a bit of sharing wouldn't be the worse" He said softly. Shanks smiling widely as he heard this and gave a proud laugh. Patting Mihawk shoulder in joy.

Shanks was the first to stand, pulling you up to your feet. Mihawks hand on the small of your back and lead you out of the bar and towards the inn. Mihawk tossing down some berry and guided you up to the given room.

Author Note!: ⚠️ Final Warning ⚠️ Once you go past this line. THERE IS NO RETURN! ITS ABOUT TO GET INFERNO SPICY- 18+ ultra mature!

Shanks and Mihawk stood on either side of you. Shanks was the first one to kiss you, it was gentle at first sweet even. It wasn't till you felt a tug on your blouse that the sweet kiss was broke, feeling him pull off your blouse as you felt your pants fall down to the floor. Realizing Mihawk had taken the time to undo them, along with your bra as Shanks smiled and pulled down your underwear. Blushing you felt a push as you fell onto the bed behind you.

You were laid there on the soft comforters of the local Inns bed, Blushing as the warm lights of the lanterns barely lit the room. But you could make out the two men staring at you like you were fresh prey infront of two hungry carnivores.

"How shall we go about this Hawkeye? Maybe a good game of tag?" Shanks said with a wicked smiled, Mihawk smirking as his gaze never left you and nodded.

Mihawk too the left while Shanks moved forward climbing into the bed with a grin as he found himself between your legs.

"He can't help but put everything in his mouth Darling" Mihawk said calmly playing with your hair as you moaned helplessly against his chest, Watching your face contort and shift from Shanks pleasurable torture. You could feel Shanks smirk between your legs as his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, crying out in pleasure as Mihawk captured your lips in a deep kiss. Wine filled your senses as you accepted the kiss, feeling him hungry mouth dominate your own.

Pulling away as Shanks pulled your hips with his arm, bringing your core closer as he seemed too lost in his meal to be concerned with the lost kiss between you and Hawkeye-

At being pulled down your face sliding down Mihawk's chest and to his waist, Blushing deeply as you laid infront of the Warlords tending pants. Mihawk smirking at your reaction as he gestured for you to proceed, not needing a cue you carefully undid his pants. Blushing as his large cock bounces out enthusiastically- opening your lips you took all of him in, Blushing at the feeling as he groaned above you.

You moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, the feeling of Shanks driving you to your upcoming orgasm, your legs starting to shake at Shanks talented mouth before he suddently pulled away. Chuckling at the whine you gave at the sensation even while Mihawk chuckled at you as well.

"Don't worry love~ I got something better~" You heard Shanks say sweetly. A shuffling of fallen clothes fell behind you as you felt Shanks hand rest on your hip and pulling you up to your knees while you chest still laid on the mattress before Mihawk.

Your thighs shake as you felt every inch of him slide into you, combined with still too high from his mouth earlier was just enough to cum right as he bottomed out. Moaning loudly against Mihawk cock and shaking.

"Aww~ She came just from me entering. So cute~" the Red head teased, making Mihawk even chuckle. Without time to even settle through your bliss you felt Ahanks hips start to move. Like a tidal wave, the shocked of ecstacy rushed through your body.

Shank hips started to sputter against you, still shaking from your previous orgasm that had your nerves on fire.

"You know I don't care for a mess Red Hair-" Mihawk grunted out, his pace quickening on your lips as you felt him hit the back of your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt Mihawk tughten his hold on your hair, pulling your lips as far down his member as possible as he came. Heat running down your throat as you felt Shanks pull out of you at the same time and spill on your back.

"Well done Darling~" Mihawk praised as he pulled himself from your mouth, smiling at the sight of you. Tears down your cheeks, lips red and bruised and panting. He pulled you up once more, this time placing you against Shanks chest.

"Very nicely done~" Shanks purred out, praising you for your skills. You only gave a bubbling moan at the sweet praise and Mihawk hands kneading your chest, drawing out moans sweet moans from you. Feeling Mihawk place kisses down your neck in reward for your moans.

"Think you can last one more round for us Sweetheart?~" Shanks sweetly asked, nodding softly even if you mind was fuzzy from your pleasure.

It felt like a blur but suddently you where on your back, Mihawk in turn sliding into you. Your back arching at the sensation as you gasped, he was bigger- Somehow or it was just how sensitive you were. As you laid there gasping you felt Shank touch your shoulder looking up as you saw his already hardened member before your lips, accepting him you felt him thrust into your mouth.

You felt your body bounce with each powerful thrust, sending Shank's cock deeper past your bruised lips. Another hard orgasm already building in your stomach as you felt Mihawk's relentless hips slam against your form,

A muffled cry left your sore throat as you felt warmth flood your mouth and core, spots scattered in your vision as you heard the muffled pants and groans of the two above you.

Mihawk was the first to pull out of you, his large hands securing you as Shanks did the same making cold air filling your lungs. Both men working gently to clean you up, whispering praise at you as they did so. Mihawk laying you down first on the cleanest part of the bed and covering your tired form in a blanket. You felt your eyes close, too tired to open them again as sleep was already starting to take over your form.

"We must share her once again" Shanks whispered, pushing some of your hair from your face. Carefully holding your waist with his hand. You could feel Mihawk nod in agreement as he settled you on his broad chest.

"I can't disagree with that" Mihawk whispered before sleep finally claimed you.

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stayycalm · 6 months ago

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i have a Request! could you write a little short about Hyunjin and Fem Reader? maybe something where Reader is in paris and taking picture of the beautiful scenery and ends up taking a picture of Hyunjin? but like they dont notice till they are back at their hotel? and then they are admiring the beautiful stranger and they cant sleep so they go out on their balcony to look at the beautiful lights but little do they know a wandering Hyunjin is outside looking for inspiration for drawing/paintng and when he sees a mysterious figure on a balcony hes enthralled by their silhouette? he hurries back to his room and begins to sketch right away and he wonders who the beauty was, and then they end up meeting? sorry this is long but i really want to know how you'd write this!!

ok, first of all, I want to deeply apologize, anon, because I'm just now finding this ask??? it's been in my inbox for a year?? so please accept my deepest apology and enjoy this! 😭

Drawn to You by stayycalm

The streets of Paris hum with life as I sling my trusty Canon Rebel T7 over my shoulder, ready to conquer my ambitious agenda. Two weeks here, and yet, the city’s allure hasn’t dulled a bit. Every street corner, every café, every wrought-iron balcony layered with Gothic spires or curving Art Nouveau façades feels like a treasure to an aspiring architect like me.

On this second-to-last day, I’m determined to make the most of it. The itinerary, planned by a finance teacher who wouldn’t know a flying buttress from a baguette, has been criminally devoid of exploration. I mutter under my breath, “How can anyone come here and not explore?”

I pause at Pont Alexandre III, lifting my camera to capture the graceful curve of a bridge flanked by its gilded statues, glowing in the soft morning light. Click. I take another, angling for the perfect shot of a bride crossing with her billowing white train, the Eiffel Tower rising in the distance.

As the day unfolds, I let my instincts guide me. From the serene paths of the Tuileries Gardens to ornate windows with their curved frames, I capture it all. Then, just as the sun begins to dip low, its golden light casting long shadows across the city, I find myself facing the Eiffel Tower. Its iron lattice glows with a warmth that takes my breath away. I can’t help but do a little happy dance as I check the shot in my viewfinder, triumphant.

A text buzzes from my phone, snapping me out of my euphoria. It’s my roommate, letting me know she’s heading back to the hotel. Sighing, I tuck my phone away and begin the trek back.

Later, I sit at the desk in our room, my hair wrapped in a towel from a much-needed shower. My laptop hums softly as I transfer the day’s photos. One by one, they fill the screen, and my excitement grows with every frame. I start editing, erasing stray tourists and clutter from the pristine geometry of my shots, until I reach the final picture.

My fingers hover over the trackpad as I zoom in on a figure in the background. He’s leaning casually against the bridge railing near the Eiffel Tower, his silhouette partially lit by the fading sunlight. His dark hair falls just past his shoulders, and his profile—what little I can see—is striking.

“Wow…” The word escapes me, barely a whisper.

“What are you oooh-ing over?” My roommate’s voice startles me. She emerges from the steamy bathroom, her towel-turbaned head tilting as she raises an eyebrow at me.

I jolt, fumbling to close the photo. “Oh, you know… buildings.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Only you could get off to a building.”

I snort, but the heat rises to my cheeks. Turning back to the laptop, I save my edits and close it, needing an escape. “I’m stepping out for a sec,” I announce, grabbing a cardigan and slipping out to the balcony.

The air is cool, and the city stretches before me, a sea of glittering lights. With the sun gone, Paris seems transformed into a constellation fallen to earth, each light twinkling like a star. I lean against the stone railing, letting the sight fill me.

It’s moments like these that make Paris feel like a dream—a city so alive, yet timeless. A city of romance, indeed.

Hyunjin's POV

The sharp click of my shoes against the marble echoed through the Versace store as I stepped out, the heavy glass doors swinging open. A wave of flashing lights greeted me, relentless and blinding, a cacophony of voices calling out my name—professional photographers and STAY alike. It was always surreal, this paradoxical familiarity. I didn’t know a single face in that sea of people, yet they all knew me, or at least the version of me they thought they knew.

My lips curled into a smile, practiced but genuine in its intent. The sunglasses resting on the bridge of my nose shielded my eyes, but they couldn’t hide my gratitude. I raised a hand, waving to the crowd before blowing a kiss into the air. The gesture elicited a cheer, a ripple of excitement that followed me until I ducked into the sleek black car waiting at the curb.

Inside the car, the energy of the crowd faded, replaced by the hum of the engine and the muted bustle of Paris beyond the tinted windows. When we pulled up to the hotel, I took a moment to shed the Versace image. Gone were the statement pieces; in their place, a plain hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.

Tonight, I wasn’t Hyunjin, the idol, the "Versace prince." Tonight, I was just Hyunjin—an artist looking for inspiration in the heart of Paris.

The city’s streets welcomed me with their usual charm: cobblestone paths, golden streetlights, and the murmur of life flowing seamlessly between its residents and visitors. It should’ve been easy—a city as alive as Paris practically begged to be captured in art. Yet, as I wandered through alleyways, past street performers and cafés spilling over with laughter, nothing reached out to me. The fire I sought remained elusive, a spark I couldn’t ignite.

The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its iron frame bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun. I found myself on a bridge, leaning against the railing as I stared out over the Seine. The water reflected the dying light in shimmering streaks, and the Tower cast a long shadow over the city.

“Where are you?” I muttered under my breath, the question aimed at no one in particular. A sigh escaped me as I pushed off the railing, shaking my head. Inspiration had never been this difficult to find before.

By the time the sun had dipped completely below the horizon, Paris transformed into a city of light. Neon signs buzzed, music drifted from open windows, and the streets teemed with energy. But even in the midst of all this vibrancy, I felt disconnected. My steps slowed as I glanced around one last time, taking in the tourist shops and the occasional artist sketching caricatures on the sidewalk. Still, nothing.

Frustration prickled at my skin. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. When I opened my eyes again, I froze mid-step.

She stood on a balcony a few stories above me, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the room behind her. Her head was tilted upward, as if catching the glimmer of the city’s lights on her skin. Her hair moved with the breeze, framing a face so serene it made my chest tighten. The faint flush on her cheeks, the way her lips curved ever so slightly—it was as if she belonged to this moment, this city, more than anyone I’d ever seen.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. I drank in the sight of her, committing every detail to memory. Then, a voice called her from inside, and she turned, disappearing into the room. I waited, hoping she’d reappear, but the balcony remained empty.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to move. My steps were quicker now, my heart racing with something I couldn’t quite name. By the time I returned to my hotel room, the feeling had morphed into a need—a compulsion. I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed my charcoal pencils, and approached the easel I’d set up by the window.

The lines came easily, flowing from memory to paper as if she’d etched herself into my mind. The curve of her lips, the slope of her nose, the way her hair had danced in the wind—each stroke brought her closer to life. I worked with a fervor I hadn’t felt in weeks, adjusting, refining, until the figure on the page mirrored the one that had captivated me.

I stepped back, studying the sketch. She was there, but she wasn’t. I’d captured her image but not the essence—not yet. The fire was back, though, and I felt alive for the first time. In what felt like forever.

rubbed my eye, trying to wipe away the sleepiness threatening to overtake me as I leaned against the wall with the rest of my group. Whoever decided that 4 a.m. was a good time to fly needs to be smacked. Hard. My eyelids started to get heavy, and I began to nod off when a voice called over the loudspeaker announcing that first class for our flight could begin boarding.

I groaned and smacked my head against the wall, wincing at the dull throb that now pulsed in my temple.

"What's wrong with you?" my roommate asked, poking my side from the chair she sat in.

"I didn’t get much sleep last night," I grumbled, swatting her hand away and rubbing the sore spot on my forehead. In reality, I didn’t sleep at all. My mind kept thinking about the beautiful stranger in that photo. Was he a tourist? What was his name? Was he that beautiful up close? These were the questions that kept me awake until we had to head to the airport, where I now stood miserably as the wealthy boarded the plane first.

"Screw the rich..." I muttered under my breath, running both hands down my face. Once it was our turn to board, my group got in line. I handed the stewardess my boarding pass. She scanned it, frowned slightly, then scanned it again, her brows furrowing. A pit grew in my stomach.

"Oh no," I thought as her eyes darted over the words on her screen. She turned her gaze to me and spoke. "I’m sorry, miss, but it seems we double-booked your seat..."

I felt like I was going to throw up. My face must have turned even paler as she continued typing on her keyboard.

"But it looks like I can bump you up to business class, if that’s alright with you," she said.

My sleep-deprived brain barely processed her words. I just stared at her for a moment as she added, "Free of charge, of course, for the trouble."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, unable to form words. She printed a new boarding pass, handed it to me, and waved me through. I found our professor and gave him the update. He gave me a thumbs-up before pulling on his headphones and lowering his eye mask.

I made my way to the business class section, searching for my seat. It was in the middle row, meaning I had another seat next to mine. But when I saw the amount of space I had, I didn’t care—as long as my neighbor didn’t mind if I snored a little. I plopped down into my seat after putting away my carry-on. Letting out a sigh, I pulled the provided blanket over myself, turned to one side, and drifted off to sleep before we even took off.

I woke up to the hostess asking if I needed anything to eat or drink. Blinking my eyes, I regained consciousness and asked for water and a snack. Once I had both, I sat up a little and took in the seat I was in. It was almost like a mini cubicle with a small folding table and a TV screen. To my left was the divider between me and my neighbor, who was busy drawing something on a sketchpad. I couldn’t see his face clearly because of the mask, hat, and headphones he wore.

My attention shifted back to my snacks as I pulled out my laptop to get started on more editing. At some point, I fell asleep again but woke up before they came around to deliver more food.

"Thank you," I whispered to the steward, who smiled and nodded before moving on.

"That’s a beautiful picture," an accented voice said behind me. I whipped around to see my neighbor looking at my laptop.

"Oh, thank you," I said shyly, setting my food down. I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest from his compliment as I continued to work. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shuffle and take off his headphones and hat, but I averted my eyes before he caught me peeking. To distract myself, I clicked on the picture of the stranger and zoomed in slightly.

My neighbor made a choked sound. When I looked back at him, his wide eyes were glued to my screen.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He looked at me, then back at the screen.

"That’s me," he said, pointing to the photo.

My gaze darted to the picture and then back to him, my eyes narrowing. "What are you—" But before I finished, he took off his mask, and the words died in my throat.

Here, next to me on this very plane, was the reason I couldn’t sleep last night. I sat there, mouth open in shock, as he looked at me with an odd expression.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

He nodded. "Why do you have my picture?"

"I wasn’t taking YOUR picture." I clicked to expand the photo. "I was taking a picture of the Eiffel Tower."

His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed red. "Oh..." His voice was soft as he apologized.

I nodded, and we sat in awkward silence for a moment.

"What are you drawing?" I asked, trying to ease the tension, pointing at his sketchpad.

He blushed more, tilting the pad toward me. "It’s just a sketch of a woman I saw last night," he muttered, avoiding my gaze. The whole time we’d talked, he hadn’t fully looked at me. I wondered if there was something wrong with my face. But when my eyes roamed over the drawing, I tilted my head in confusion.

"She looks an awful lot like me," I chuckled, knowing that wasn’t possible. But his eyes snapped to me, then back to his drawing. His mouth opened in wonder.

"Were you staying at Hotel de la Tour Eiffel?" he asked.

My laughter died. "Yeah... How did you—" My eyes widened as we both looked at his drawing. It was me.

"Holy crap," I muttered as he shook his head in disbelief. We looked at each other again.

"I can’t believe I found you," we said in unison.

We spent the rest of the flight chatting quietly about everything and anything. Soon, we were landing, and a wave of sadness hit me. I’d never see him again. Once it was our row’s turn to exit, I grabbed my things and turned to him.

"It was nice to meet you, Hyunjin," I said with a soft smile before slowly making my way down the ramp and into the terminal. As I stood off to the side waiting for my group, I heard my name being called. I looked around to see Hyunjin waving at me.

When he reached me, he blushed, clearly embarrassed. "Sorry about that. I just..." He took a deep breath. "Can I have your number?"

I gave him a shy smile and nodded. The smile he gave me made butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I thought to myself, I might have brought home something better than pictures.

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irisandtheveilkeepers · 9 months ago

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Chapter 1: How not to wear a trenchcoat

"Earth to Iris!"

Selene's voice cut through the evening air, pulling me back from the delicate dance of light and shadow on the Seine. I blinked, realizing I'd been staring blankly, my sketchpad open to a page of half-finished drawings. The café terrace around us hummed with life—the soft clink of glasses, the gentle murmur of conversation, and the sweet scent of pastries mixing with the crisp smell of the river.

I looked up, catching Selene’s smirk. Her storm-gray eyes sparkled with amusement, her raven-black hair twisted into a loose braid. Silver charms woven into the strands shimmered in the fading light, like stars scattered through a night sky. "Lost in your own world again?" she teased.

A familiar warmth crept up my neck, and I tugged at the collar of my jacket, more out of habit than necessity. "Sorry," I mumbled, brushing a strand of hair—longer than it used to be, but not quite long enough to make me feel fully at ease—behind my ear. "I guess I zoned out."

"Must be quite a world," she said, leaning back in her chair, her gaze curious. "Care to share?"

I glanced down at my sketchpad, where smudged charcoal lines suggested shapes that never quite formed the way I wanted them to. Recently, my art felt like a reflection of something just out of reach—something I was still learning how to be. "Just trying to capture the light on the water," I said, snapping the pad shut. "It’s... harder than I thought."

She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you need a new perspective. How about a walk? Paris has more than a few places even you haven’t sketched yet."

I chuckled softly. "You’ve lived here your whole life. I’ve only been here six months. You know all the spots I don’t."

"Exactly," she said, standing and smoothing the folds of her jacket. "Let me show you my Paris, Iris. Live a little."

I hesitated, my fingers running over the smooth cover of my sketchpad. It wasn’t just unfamiliar streets that unsettled me. But Selene had a way of pulling me out of my head—out of that quiet, uncertain part of myself that was still getting used to being seen. "Alright," I said, standing. "Lead the way."

The sun dipped below the horizon as we left the café, the sky turning a soft purple, streaked with gold. At night, Paris became something else—its hidden corners alive with shadows, its lights hinting at stories just out of sight. We wandered along the Seine, the water shimmering beneath the glow of street lamps and the distant twinkle of the Eiffel Tower.

"So, how’s the night shift treating you?" I asked, glancing sideways at Selene. She often disappeared after dark, never revealing much about her mysterious "night job." Despite my curiosity, she always deflected my questions with a teasing smile.

She shrugged, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Same old. Keeps me busy."

"Still not gonna tell me what it is?" I pressed, though by now, I knew better.

"And spoil the surprise? No way."

I rolled my eyes. "One day, I’m going to figure you out."

"Good luck with that," she laughed, her eyes flicking toward the alleyways ahead. "But tonight’s not about me. I want to show you something special."

We veered off the main streets, our steps echoing through narrow, winding paths that twisted between ancient buildings. The hum of the city faded, replaced by the distant murmur of traffic and the soft rustling of leaves in the night breeze. Here, Paris felt older, its stones worn and heavy with memory.

"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling a familiar flutter of nerves. Uncertainty and new spaces were still a challenge I hadn’t entirely conquered.

"You’ll see," she replied, a secretive smile playing on her lips. "It’s a place that inspires me. I think it might do the same for you."

We rounded a corner and entered a narrow alleyway, the walls on either side covered in vibrant murals—fantastical creatures, swirling galaxies, and symbols I couldn’t quite place. The art seemed to move in the shifting light, alive in a way I didn’t fully understand.

"Wow," I breathed, stepping closer to a mural of a phoenix rising from golden ashes. The colors pulsed with life, as though the bird might take flight at any moment. "How did you find this place?"

Selene’s gaze lingered on the walls. "Just stumbled on it one night. It’s called Rue des Mirages."

I reached out, my fingers brushing the cool surface of the wall, tracing the fiery wings of the phoenix. "I’ve never seen anything like this."

"Most people don’t," she said softly. There was an edge to her voice—something wistful, or perhaps... protective.

I turned to her. "What do you mean?"

Before she could answer, her attention snapped to the far end of the alley. Her posture changed instantly—rigid, alert. "We should go," she said sharply.

I followed her gaze. A figure stood in the shadows, tall and bulky, swaying slightly in an oversized trench coat and fedora. Their face was hidden, but something about the way they moved made my skin crawl.

"Do you know him?" I whispered, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling growing in my chest.

"No," she said, her voice tight. "Stay close to me."

A shiver ran down my spine. "Maybe we should head back."

The figure stumbled forward, their coat bulging in strange, unnatural ways. The way they moved—jerky, disjointed—set my heart racing. When they stepped into the light of a flickering streetlamp, I saw something metallic glinting beneath the coat.

"Excuse me," I called out, my voice more uncertain than I intended. "Are you alright?"

The figure stopped, swaying for a moment. Then, a voice rasped from beneath the fedora. "Just a normal human... doing normal human things."

A tight knot formed in my stomach. "Selene, we should go."

Before we could move, the figure’s trench coat snagged on a nail jutting out from a nearby crate. The fabric tore with a loud rip, and three small creatures tumbled out.

I gasped, stumbling backward. They were no taller than my waist, their leathery skin shimmering green and gray in the dim light. Their faces were sharp, almost reptilian, with slitted eyes and jagged teeth.

"What the hell are those?" I whispered, my heart pounding.

"Goblins," Selene said quietly, stepping in front of me. "Stay behind me."

"Goblins?" I echoed, my mind racing. That couldn’t be possible. Could it?

The tallest goblin sneered. "Well, well... a Veilkeeper and an outsider. Out for a little stroll, are we?"

"Veilkeeper?" I glanced at Selene, confusion swirling with fear. "What’s he talking about?"

Selene’s jaw clenched. "Not now, Iris. Stay close."

The goblins lunged, and chaos erupted.

The goblins lunged, their movements too fast, too sharp for my mind to fully process. Selene reacted instantly, pulling a slender baton from her jacket. She pressed a button, and with a crackle, violet energy pulsed through the weapon, forming a blade that hummed with dangerous light.

Before I could fully register what was happening, the first goblin leapt at Selene, its jagged claws outstretched. She swung the baton with precision, striking the creature in midair. It let out a shriek as the energy pulsed through its body, sending it tumbling into a stack of nearby crates.

The second goblin darted toward me, its slitted eyes gleaming with malicious intent. My breath caught in my throat. Panic surged, freezing my legs in place. The creature was on me in an instant, its claws slashing through the air, and I barely managed to lift my sketchpad in time. The impact sent me stumbling back, the sharp scrape of its claws tearing through the sleeve of my jacket.

Pain seared through my arm—a hot, raw sensation that made my vision blur. "Stay back!" I shouted, but my voice trembled, betraying the fear rising inside me.

Selene spun around, her baton a blur of violet light as she struck the goblin attacking me. The creature howled in pain, its body convulsing as the energy coursed through it. In an instant, it crumpled to the ground, smoke rising from its singed skin.

I barely had time to catch my breath before the third goblin, faster and more agile than the others, lunged at Selene. Its claws aimed straight for her throat, but it was too quick—even for her. With a wild screech, it latched onto her arm, its teeth snapping inches from her face.

"Selene!" I cried, the panic in my voice sharp. She grunted, struggling to shake the creature off, but it clung to her with feral strength.

"Run, Iris!" she shouted, her voice strained. "Get out of here!"

But I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the ground, frozen by fear and confusion. I watched helplessly as the goblin’s eyes flicked toward me, its gaze dark and knowing, as if it could see right through me—through everything I was trying to become, to who I really was beneath the surface.

And then, something inside me shifted. A heat I didn’t recognize, a pressure building in my chest, rising fast. I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I just reacted. I threw my hands out, a desperate gesture, and in that moment, something exploded from deep within me.

Light. Blinding, searing light burst from my skin, flooding the alley in brilliant white. The goblins shrieked in agony, recoiling as the light burned their leathery flesh. The one on Selene was thrown back, its body flung through the air before slamming into the wall with a sickening crunch.

I stood there, breathless, trembling, my hands still outstretched. The light faded, leaving the alley bathed in shadows once more. I stared at my palms, my mind spinning. What the hell had I just done?

Selene pushed herself to her feet, her face pale but her eyes sharp with concern. "Iris," she said, her voice softer now, almost cautious. "Are you alright?"

"I..." My voice faltered. My arm throbbed from the goblin’s attack, but that wasn’t what was making my head spin. "What just happened? What was that light?"

Selene didn’t answer right away. Her eyes flicked to the goblins, still writhing on the ground, their skin smoldering from the light I had somehow conjured. She reached into her jacket again, this time pulling out a small metallic device etched with strange symbols I didn’t recognize. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it toward the goblins.

The device hit the ground and expanded instantly, forming a shimmering barrier around the creatures—a glowing dome of light and energy that trapped them inside. The goblins clawed at it, snarling in frustration, but the barrier held.

"They won’t be getting out of that anytime soon," Selene muttered under her breath.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think straight. Everything felt unreal—goblins, magic, light exploding from my hands like I was some kind of weapon. I took a shaky step backward, my legs barely holding me up. "Selene," I whispered, my voice breaking. "What’s going on? What just happened to me?"

Her expression softened, but there was a weight behind her eyes—a heaviness that made my chest tighten. "Iris, we need to get out of here. This place isn’t safe."

"But—"

"Please," she said, her tone more urgent now. "More could be coming. We can’t stay here."

I wanted answers. I wanted to demand an explanation for everything—what I’d just seen, what I’d just done. But the exhaustion pressing down on me, the adrenaline ebbing from my body, made it hard to argue. I nodded, numb, and followed her as she led me away from the alley, my steps shaky and uncertain.

We walked in silence, the narrow streets of Paris closing in around us. My thoughts were a mess—a jumble of fear, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite name. The burning light from earlier still tingled beneath my skin, a strange warmth that both terrified and intrigued me.

Selene slowed as we reached a quieter street, the sound of the city fading into the background. The buildings here were older, their windows dark, their walls worn with age.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice shaky but steadier than before.

"Somewhere safe," Selene replied, her grip on my arm firm yet gentle. She led me toward a small, unassuming door tucked between a shuttered bookstore and a closed patisserie. Above the door hung a faded wooden sign with elegant, curling script that read La Tasse Enchantée.

"A tearoom?" I asked, frowning.

"It’s more than that," she said, her gaze sweeping the empty street before she opened the door. A soft chime echoed, the sound oddly soothing against the backdrop of the night.

"Selene," I whispered, stepping through the doorway after her. "I need answers."

Her expression softened again, and for the first time that night, she looked at me with something like sympathy. "And you’ll get them," she promised. "I swear. But right now, we need to stay safe."

I opened my mouth to argue, but the exhaustion hit me all at once—the weight of everything that had happened, of everything I still didn’t understand. I swallowed the rest of my words and nodded.

"Alright," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "No more secrets after this."

"No more secrets," Selene agreed, though her eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read. She pushed the door open wider, guiding me inside, the warm glow of the tearoom spilling out into the cold, quiet street.

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World Chorus Headcanons

I wanted to show you some of the characters I’ve been building over the last (almost) 5 years, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Though the Archive doesn’t exactly have any “goals”, I hope this year it keeps growing, and more and more people find it!

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Today I bring you another, more creative, post! These are some of my headcanons for the various kids who live in World Chorus, as well as the group as a whole! I’ve spoken about them before, but I’d like to expand on how I view each of the characters, how they differ from their canon counterparts, and the group as a whole!

Here we go!

Full group headcanon:

If any of the World Chorus kids (except Jules, Zuri and Rouge) step outside the glass windows, they fall through and become little 3D dolls! They’re about as tall as a funko pop would be, and Jules leads them, both as their conductor and their older brother figure

Any silhouettes on the wall can come alive and 3D, and also the ones around Jules, as seen above.

The entire group is a choir and band called The World Chorus

When a character lives in a country, this is only in animation. When 3D, they all call the World Chorus building their home

During park hours, they can’t leave their animation windows, and perform the same loop over and over, essentially being unaware they do so. But when they’re doing concerts, special events, or it’s nighttime, they have free will.

They can’t eat when in 3D form, but due to animation logic, they can when they’re in their screens.

The characters on the exit banner don’t come to life (so far, I might change this one day, but it’s due to the fact that Jules is depicted outside of the Eiffel Tower, and for continuity I don’t like having more than one Jules running around!)

Jules can step inside the glass by putting his hand on it, but any Jules in the animation is either a representation of him inside the Eiffel Tower (such as in the choir scene, I imagine that is just him in performance mode), or pre-recorded (such as with Abby and Addi.)

Jules:

The conductor of World Chorus

Zuri’s boyfriend

Obsessed with music and composing

Speaks French and English though he typically speaks in English

He can play any instrument due to his programming, and is in charge of managing sheet music for various things, like when it’s a small world appears in Disney On Ice

He takes care of all the World Chorus kids and acts as their older brother

He’s very sweet and kind and very caring toward the other people, and can be quite humble and easily charmed, but he always practices self-care too!

His baton is sentient and sometimes moves on its own, and is VERY mischievous and troublesome when it wants to be, though most of the time it behaves and does music magic properly (he takes sheet music off the page and levitates it to make sound and music)

Jules has a switch on his shoulder that allows him to be powered on and off (all small world dolls do)

His bowtie turns pink/red when he gets flustered/blushes, especially around Zuri

He has many different suits, some more casual, some more fancy, all matching the ones he wears in the attraction and some I’ve designed for him

(Very self-indulgent but whatever he’s basically my OC after 5 years of drawing him), he’d remember me from when I was young and be happy I still remember him and make art/do crafts of him etc

He’s got a (fictional) father figure in an older cast member named Jean, because originally I was gonna name him Jean but I thought it didn’t sound right, so very early on he got renamed to Jules!

He and the rest of the dolls are mentally around 10 years old, and cannot age physically OR mentally (some of the World Chorus kids are mentally younger but none of them exceed 9, and Rouge would be closer to 11 maturity-wise)

He’s a bit shy about singing but he will occasionally join in if he’s convinced to do so, usually by the other World Chorus kids or by Zuri

Jules’s relationships:

Zuri (Girlfriend)

Rouge (Older brother)

The rest of the kids (Family)

Jean (father figure)

Me (Bestie :D)

Zuri:

A doll who lives inside the ‘it’s a small world’ ride

Jules’s girlfriend

She leads the tambourine troupe inside the ride

She really likes Esmerelda

She can be feisty and hates when anyone insults Jules or leaves the boats in the rides (which unfortunately is becoming more and more common)

She’s got a unique angle on fashion due to her choice to wear a niqab, and likes coordinating her outfits to make sure it looks good

She used to not like Rouge but nowadays sees him as a sort of older brother, since he calmed down and stopped being so blinded by his selfishness.

Zuri’s relationships:

Jules (Boyfriend)

Rouge (Older brother)

The rest of the kids (Family)

Rouge Rose:

A doll who lives inside the ‘it’s a small world’ ride

He used to be way more antagonistic and selfish, but he calmed down and became much nicer, since his programming was changed by the cast members after an incident

He learned more about morality and faces a lot of guilt deep down for how he treated Jules and Zuri back then, and wants to atone for what he did, acting as an older brother to both of them and in turn, the rest of the World Chorus kids

Rouge didn’t originally come from the ride, rather a Paris Fashion House where the cutthroat environment was what he was programmed for, as he was a doll used to model clothes in a shop window instead of a singing, dancing doll

Since he doesn’t have performing arts talent, he manages technical things like the curtain or lighting (he sings like a seagull TOT)

Rouge’s relationships:

Zuri and Jules (Younger siblings)

The rest of the kids (Family)

Arthur:

Likes to design things and play games (as evidenced by him creating the poster with Pascal)

He’s very easy to make laugh, and he likes watching Pascal’s cat cause mischief. He likes to tell jokes with Lorenzo

He’s the graphic designer of World Chorus, but also sings in Dutch and can speak French and German. He’s Belgian.

He’s friendly with Julia since she likes his posters a lot

Arthur’s relationships:

Pascal (Best friend)

Lorenzo (Close friend)

Julia (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Pascal:

Also likes to design things, and loves cats

He’s a gamer too but often gets beat by Arthur, which causes them to bicker playfully.

Friends with Moses and Victoria as well, sharing his love for cats with Victoria

He helps Jules organize all the concerts and designs posters with Arthur. He also sings in Arabic.

Pascal’s relationships:

Arthur (Best friend)

Moses and Victoria (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Some of these guys don’t have names yet! ^^;

Moses:

In charge of distributing the sheet music amongst everyone due to his fax machine

Sings in Arabic and enjoys performing with Jules

Has a fear of the dark

Can sight read (I’m jealous TnT)

The first one who discovered they could leave their screens and go into reality as little 3D dolls!

Friends with Pascal and they often harmonize together when singing

Moses’s relationships:

4 friends (Best friends)

Pascal (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family- Moses sees Jules as a bit of an older brother figure.)

Others:

American cowgirl is feisty and likes to compete, she sings whilst Lucky plays guitar often

Japanese-African boy is calm and sometimes teased due to being short, he’s a bit of a pushover. He sings in Japanese most of the time.

German boy has a twin sister and likes to play football and violin

German girl lives in France and is pen pals with her brother. She loves fashion and is friendly with Juli.

Miguel:

Always practicing guitar and breaking strings, so Jules has them on hand for him.

Jules likes to ask him for help with chords and harmonies

He speaks French, Spanish, English, and Portuguese!

He likes to talk to Adrian, since they can get into mischief when together!

He’s also friendly with Lucky, and since they both play guitar, they either play together or have little rival jam sessions, with Jules usually being forced to judge and calling them both his little winners XD

Miguel’s relationships:

Charlotte (Best friend)

Adrian (Close friend)

Lucky (Close friend)

Jules (older brother figure)

The rest of the kids (Family)

Charlotte:

Loves pastries, milkshakes and hot chocolate, which is why she goes to the cafe so often! (Even though dolls can’t really eat, but it’s cartoon logic right?)

She loves flowers, especially roses, and explores the foliage outside the ride a lot with Olivia

She loves hanging out with Miguel and how he plays his guitar. She admires him and wants to learn, so he’s taught her a little.

She talks in French with Jules and Miguel, but English with everyone else, and sometimes interchanges depending on who she’s with.

She’s Celine’s penpal!

Charlotte’s relationships:

Miguel (Best friend)

Olivia (Close friend)

Celine (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Lucky:

Usually chilled out, but can be enthusiastic to join in depending on what Jules plans for the group, especially if it involves going to Frontierland

He likes to dance with his best friend Daphne, and knows quite a few styles of dancing

He’s also friends with the ginger cowgirl, one of Moses’s friends, and plays guitar whilst she sings.

He admires one of my other OCs, Clyde, who is part of my little group of ‘Park Protectors’, and a fellow cowboy.

He likes adrenaline rushes, so he always begs Jules to take him on Big Thunder after the park closes, and wants to solve all the mysteries of Thunder Mesa, even though he’s supposed to stay in World Chorus most of the time.

Lucky’s relationships:

Daphne (Best friend)

Ginger Cowgirl (Close friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Daphne:

Speaks English and Spanish, and interchanges them when she’s with someone like Miguel.

She’s the one who taught Lucky how to dance, and knows many different styles, so she often choreographs their performances at concerts.

She sings in their choir, and sometimes Lorenzo lets her borrow his stage for practice.

Surprisingly, she’s good at cooking, even though dolls can’t exactly eat, but she helps the cast members occasionally.

Daphne’s relationships:

Lucky (Best friend)

Lorenzo (friend)

Miguel (friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Makoto:

Loves cherry blossoms and cute, soft things

He likes to digitize sheet music, so Jules often goes to him for help with it

He’s often sleepy and stays indoors, but will go outside if it’s with his best friend Diego

He can be very sweet and warm, and is pretty chill with everyone, but he can get annoyed at Alex and Conrad’s bickering

He speaks English and Japanese, and wants to go to Tokyo Disney Resort with his family

He’s pretty good with tech, which is an advantage when it comes to an attraction all about telecommunications, and he can fix most things!

Makoto’s relationships:

Diego (Best friend)

Alex and Conrad (friends but he keeps them in line)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Diego:

Super enthusiastic all the time, like he’s on a sugar high

He’s one of the youngest, but he insists on being taken seriously despite that

He likes to wake up early and sleep late, and tries to get Makoto out of bed even though Makoto loves his sleep

He likes to sing the music Makoto digitizes, so insists Makoto sends it to him every time

Despite how fun and silly he can be, Diego really cares about everyone, and loves his family dearly

Diego’s relationships:

Makoto (Best friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Julia:

A huge dog person

She loves to collect posters, so she’s friendly with Arthur and likes to see what he designs.

Posters also often hold special memories for her, like trips or concerts, which is why they mean so much to her

She enjoys singing and likes to train her voice with Victoria, and the two often talk about cats and dogs together

Her orange card is special to her, since it lets her rewatch videos of the past concerts, similarly to the one Abigail and Adrian have, and since it’s precious to her, she takes it with her everywhere.

She can be a bit introverted but she loves hugs.

Juliette often encourages her to dress how she likes and makes her custom outfits, such as the art of her dressed like ShellieMay.

Julia’s relationships:

Victoria (Best friend)

Spot (Her favourite doggo)

Juliette (Close Friend)

Arthur (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Lorenzo:

Tells jokes and puns all the time since he’s a silly boy

He helps Jules with choreography alongside Daphne, and lets her borrow his theater sometimes

He also gets along well with Harry, letting him borrow his theater too.

He’s best friends with Olivia, and likes to spend time with her and her dog, Spike.

He loves technical stuff, so he gets excited whenever technicians visit World Chorus

Lorenzo’s relationships:

Olivia (Best friend)

Harry (Friend)

Daphne (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Olivia:

Can be quite shy, but gets talkative when she’s with Lorenzo

Likes to explore foliage with Charlotte

She loves cycling and playing with her dog Spike, something she has in common with Julia

She also really likes listening to music and singing, but her favourite thing to do is watch Lorenzo onstage, since she admires his confidence in performance

Olivia’s relationships:

Lorenzo (Best friend)

Charlotte (Close friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Victoria:

A huge cat person

Loves to sing and has her own little recording studio setup, which was kindly made for her by Jules

Usually Jules asks her to help him test harmonies and vocals, and she encourages him to sing with her even though he’s a bit shy about his voice

She has an older brother named Harry and they can be a bit competitive with each other, doing singing battles etc, but they also love each other very, very much.

Pascal also likes cats, so they get along well

Victoria’s relationships:

Julia (Best friend)

Harry (Older brother)

Frisky (Her cat)

Pascal (Close friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Leonardo:

Refuses to walk anywhere, only to use his plane, and complains about his feet hurting a lot haha

His plane can turn 3D if he flies it through the glass, just like everyone’s instruments, pets, etc

He was given his green scarf by Hans, his best friend.

He wears his headphones even outside of his plane because they provide him a certain amount of security, comfort, and he likes to listen to music with them (relatable)

Leonardo’s relationships:

Hans (Best friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Hans:

Likes to read messages from Leonardo when he can’t visit him, but also loves to fly in his plane whenever they’re together

He’s Leo’s best friend and loves to give him presents

His dog, Patches, comforts him when he’s scared or lonely, as he gets a bit of stage fright before performances

He likes to dance despite this, so he admires Lorenzo and Daphne from afar, because he’s a little introverted

He’s Conrad’s cousin, but unlike Conrad, he’s a lot more soft and sweet, which makes him a bit of a pushover. He does love his big cousin though, and really enjoys spending time with him.

Hans’s relationships:

Leonardo (Best friend)

Patches (Beloved doggo)

Conrad (Cousin)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Abigail:

Adrian’s fraternal twin

Despite how different they look, she can be similar to him in terms of personality, and they like to do things together, since their interests complement each other

Abigail loves music and the idea of exploring the ocean

She read the book 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and prefers it to the movie, but her favourite character is Captain Nemo, and she often gets Jules to read her the book as a bedtime story.

She calls Adrian ‘Addi’

Abigail’s relationships:

Adrian (Twin)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Adrian:

Abigail’s fraternal twin

Despite how different they look, he can be similar to her in terms of personality, and they like to do things together, since their interests complement each other

Sometimes he can get into mischief with Miguel if they’re together too long, like playing pranks on Jules or sneaking up on him and scaring him!

Adrian loves music and wants to be a pirate

He loves Pirates of the Caribbean, both the ride and the movie series, and his favourite characters are Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner, Henry Turner and Carina Smyth

He calls Abigail ‘Abby’

Adrian’s relationships:

Abigail (Twin)

Miguel (Close friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Hahn:

A huge animal enthusiast, he’s good with them so he acts as a pseudo vet as well as singing with the others

He’s a bit of a social butterfly, since he’s easy-going and finds making friends comes naturally to him

He has tribal lineage and likes to teach his friends about diverse customs and traditions

He loves his parrot Feathers, and refuses to be separated from him

He also likes playing outside and exploring nooks and crannies, he’s a bit infamous for his curiosity and tendency to poke around where he shouldn’t!

Hahn’s relationships:

3 friends (Best friends)

Feathers (Favourite lil birb!)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Friends of Hahn:

The eskimo girl can be shy and talks less than everyone else, sometimes preferring to write instead of speak, but Hahn easily interprets what she’s thinking. She likes to listen to Lumina, and her favourite member is Emilio

The Japanese girl is very organized, which comes in handy for Jules since she’s the type of person to have a thousand ‘to-do’ lists already made for him. Hahn is good at getting her to lighten up though when she overthinks and becomes stressed, since he’s good at helping her relax. She’s usually online, and listens to music when she’s working. She doesn’t appreciate being called short, which typically happens a lot!

The European boy is very chatty and energetic, and is closest with Hahn out of the trio. He often loses sleep due to going on calls or hanging out late with Hahn, but he’s got a bit of a fear of bugs and doesn’t like getting dirty, so sometimes he gets a bit grouchy if Hahn makes him go outside!

Helen:

Leader of the small choir, and one of the oldest and most mature of the World Chorus kids.

She’s friendly with Juli since Juli designed their choir outfits and she finds them beautiful.

She’s known for her punctuality, and has an alto voice, which compliments Priscilla’s soprano voice very well.

She’s good with hair and likes to style Priscilla’s, the two of them are pretty close.

She’s also best friends with Brittany, and treats her like a little sister just like Mark.

I like to think Helen, Brittany and Priscilla would have girly nights sometimes where they watch Disney movies and play dress-up

Helen’s relationships:

Priscilla (Best friend)

Brittany (Best friend)

Juliette (Close friend)

Rest of the choir (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Mark:

Very relaxed and chill, but also known for his talent at keeping the choir in order, and stopping Brittany and Christopher from being too rowdy.

He ‘s best friends with and protective of Brittany, since she reminds him of his little brother, Harold, who lives in Ireland whilst he lives in England.

He often phones Harold, and checks up on him since he can be a little protective, despite the fact Harold is quite independent.

If he ever played it, I imagine he’d find Hero a little relatable from Omori.

He organises when the choir practices, and is a peacekeeper like Helen

Mark’s relationships:

Brittany (Best friend)

Rest of the choir (Close friends)

Harold (Little brother)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Christopher:

The shortest of the group and subjected to height jokes quite often

He likes to tell jokes and is often the funniest person in the room, sometimes rivalling Lorenzo with his humor!

He’s very enthusiastic about performing and always gives it 110%

He sometimes gets into little arguments with Brittany, mostly about stupid stuff like who sings better.

He likes Priscilla taking care of him and goes quite soft around her, whereas with the others he can be a bit brash and boastful if he gets in a mood, but with Priscilla he’s got a lot of respect for her and sees her like a big sister.

Christopher’s relationships:

Priscilla (Best friend)

Rest of the choir (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Priscilla:

Shyest girl in the choir, but she really brightens up when onstage

She’s very sweet and warm, and likes to show love through acts of care, like getting everyone blankets when they’re tired from a long day of practice.

She’s got a soprano voice and can reach tough high notes with it

She usually doesn’t say much, but she likes spending time with the other girls and Christopher, who really warms up to her, but she’s a peacekeeper like the other two older members.

Her favourite princesses are Snow White and Cinderella, and she likes to dress up like them

She’s the girliest out of the choir, and Jules got her some autographs from the princesses as a gift, by scanning them and shrinking them down for her!

Priscilla’s relationships:

Christopher (Best friend)

Helen(Best friend)

Brittany (Best friend)

Rest of the choir (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Brittany:

Quite chatty and friendly, but bickers sometimes with Christopher

She’s often hanging around Mark, and he likes to do nice things for her, like play pretend or games like hide and seek

She’s good with tech and organises the video calls for Jules to conduct them over, since working remotely is how they have concerts.

She loves when Helen styles her hair, and always finds new hairstyles for her to try

She’s good at coaxing Priscilla out of her shell sometimes, and helps her calm her nerves before shows.

Brittany’s relationships:

Mark (Best friend)

Helen (Best friend)

Priscilla (Best friend)

Rest of the choir (Close friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Alexandra:

She can be quite feisty, especially with Conrad, but she’s a sweet girl underneath

She secretly wants to be friends with Conrad, but doesn’t know how to approach him, and it’s the same vice versa

She likes to curse in Russian and uses the word ‘svo-lach’ a lot, but Jules censors it with his symphonies

She loves her goldfish Bubbles with all her heart, and will fight you if you try to separate them

She’s got a good fashion sense and loves trying on new clothes, making her a good friend to Juli!

She’s Alberto’s best friend and complements his quieter nature with her loud and fun personality, and she helps him step out of his comfort zone!

She likes Makoto but gets slightly afraid of his fury whenever he loses his chill

She has a big sister in Lumina, Polina, and knows a little balalaika thanks to her! She really admires Polina and loves when she visits!

Alexandra’s relationships:

Alberto (Best friend)

Juli (Close friend)

Makoto (Friend)

Bubbles (Beloved fishy)

Conrad (Rival)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Alberto:

He’s a gondolier and loves sailing through Venice, often passing Tito and his other gondolier friend

He wears a headscarf and often gets advice from Zuri about styling it, since she wears a niqab

He prefers long sleeved clothes more than short sleeved, and usually layers them to keep warm

He likes to go to cafes after sailing, and likes Italian opera!

Alberto’s relationships:

Alexandra (Best friend)

Zuri (Close friend)

Tito (Friend)

Gondolier (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Conrad:

He can be argumentative and insults people often, but underneath he’s very insecure and wants to be brave, often going to great lengths to prove himself

He secretly wants to be friends with Alexandra, but doesn’t know how to approach her, and it’s the same vice versa

He curses in German often, using the word ‘nervige’, and Jules blocks it out with his symphonies

He’s one of the oldest and wants to be perceived as more mature than he actually is

Since he’s Hans’s older cousin, he can be a little protective of him, but also tries to impress him when they’re together. He does love him a lot though, and would do anything for him.

He teaches Ken how to play piano, and is a bit of a prodigy when it comes to it, often helping Jules figure out melodies

He loves bluebirds and has many of them as pets, and they can understand him when he speaks, too!

He’s also a little spooked whenever Makoto loses his chill haha!

Conrad’s relationships:

Ken (Best friend)

Bluebirds (Beloved birbs)

Hans (Cousin)

Alexandra (Rival)

Makoto (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Ken:

Conrad’s best friend, and is being taught piano by him!

He dreams of being a world-class pianist and owning his own grand piano like Conrad’s, but for now Conrad is happy to share.

He likes to stay indoors and can be a bit shy, but he likes Conrad’s bluebirds and plays with them sometimes

He and Alberto have their softness in common, but they don’t get to talk often since they’re usually dragging Conrad and Alex away from ripping each other to pieces!

Ken’s relationships:

Conrad (Best friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Tito:

A shy gondolier who likes to sing

He’s very empathetic and always gives his friends a listening ear, as well as treating everyone around him warmly and kindly

He has vitiligo and he’s learned to love how unique it makes him look

He’s friends with the gondolier on the screen and they sail together

Tito’s relationships:

Gondolier (Best friend)

Juli and Harry (Close friends)

Alberto (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Juliette:

A French fashion designer who loves to make her own clothes

She adores all styles of clothes and loves to make them, she can be a bit persnickety about her designs, but she’s meticulous with jewels and trims, having both Alice Davis and Janice Jones as her inspirations!

She designed the choir outfits the group wear, and Jules really loves how they turned out

She’s friendly with Julie, Helen, Alexandra, and the German girl, since they all love her outfits!

She can be the most impulsive in her trio, and a bit stubborn sometimes, but Harry finds her easy to cool down.

Juli’s relationships:

Tito and Harry (Close friends)

Julie (Close friend)

Helen (Close friend)

Alexandra (Close friend)

German girl (Close friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Harry:

Oldest of his trio, and loves to sing and act

He cares for Victoria a lot, but they can have a competitive streak too!

He sometimes borrows Lorenzo’s theater to practice his acting, since he dreams of being an actor

He’s very much similar to Mark in that he’s good at keeping the others in his group out of trouble and cares for his younger sibling

He can be quite formal and polite at times, but he’d never judge anyone and always tries to see the best in them, rather than looking down on them or something like that.

Harry’s relationships:

Victoria (Little sister)

Juli and Harry (Close friends)

Lorenzo (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Fiyero:

Stubborn and impatient, with a short temper

He’s always stuck waiting for his sleepy bull to wake tf up so he gets annoyed a lot

He plays the castanets, and he’s one of the younger members of the band, so he’s forgiven for his short fuse, and Jules finds it a bit endearing since he’s willing to fight for what he loves.

He doesn’t actually fight his bull, just play fights him, and his bull is like his pet so they don’t harm each other and it’s just a fun thing for them.

Fiyero’s relationships:

Bull (ANGY at him but also loves him, he wouldn’t actually fight him, they’d just playfight)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Dominic:

Part of the “CGI gang” who can pop out of the Small World Small Talk screens!

He’s sweet and cheerful, and he loves learning about new culture and talking to his friends through the phone

He’s Cuban, and likes to dance occasionally, but mainly enjoys singing and hanging out with his friends

His favourite thing of all is to travel the world and explore new places, since he’s endlessly curious!

Dominic’s relationships:

CGI gang (Best friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Celine:

Part of the “CGI gang” who can pop out of the Small World Small Talk screens!

She’s Canadian and speaks and sings in both French and English

She loves anything and everything to do with flowers, so she’s friendly with Charlotte, and sometimes sees Olivia when they’re together

She likes hearing all of Dominic’s stories about where he’s travelled to.

Celine’s relationships:

CGI gang (Best friends)

Charlotte (Friend)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Palila:

Part of the “CGI gang” who can pop out of the Small World Small Talk screens!

She’s a Polynesian girl who loves to dance, and she’s one of the most energetic people in the entire World Chorus, rivalling Dominic

She’s a fun and kind girl who’s very passionate about the ocean and protecting the creatures of the world, being an environmentalist

She does beach cleanups with the CGI gang when they’re not remotely chatting

Palila’s relationships:

CGI gang (Best friends)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

Harold:

Part of the “CGI gang” who can pop out of the Small World Small Talk screens!

He’s the youngest in the CGI gang and lives in Ireland, away from his big brother Mark.

He likes to dance, so he and Palila get along really well

He was the one who discovered the CGI gang could leave the CGI phone boxes like the rest of the World Chorus, and looks up to the other World Chorus kids and wants to be like them (it’s cute since he’s still discovering what makes him unique, in a sense)

He likes to talk to Mark on the phone, and despite having a good heart he can be mischievous!

Harold’s relationships:

CGI gang (Best friends)

Mark (Big Brother)

The rest of the kids + Jules (Family)

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 60 - Bird's Nest

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Bloody Bug stood atop the Eiffel Tower as she waited for Chat Noir. Night had fallen and the city had quieted, though was still buzzed in the night light. Unease clawed at her as she looked at the empty sky filled with the wanning full moon. She took several deep breaths as she calmed herself and prepared for the hunt before her. They would find Mayura today. They would put an end to all this.

“You ready?” Chat Noir asked.

Bloody Bug’s breath caught. She turned to look at Chat Noir when her eye caught the black cat ring. It shimmered and shone white with a prismatic gleam in a mesmerizing, fractured light. She turned back to the city and nodded.

“I’m ready. Let’s go,” Bloody Bug said.

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir activated the trackers in their tools. The other heroes were on standby and ready to mobilize while the few scheduled to be out were. They split up and covered different sections of the city. They ran along the rooftops and hopped between them while doing anything to draw eyes to them. Chat Noir twirled and mimicked poses from the shows he watched with Porcelet while Bloody Bug swung around before she skated along the side of buildings and in the streets.

Bloody Bug’s focus was broken by a ping from her yo-yo. She leapt out of the street onto a rooftop. She opened her tool to see Chat Noir deterred off course in pursuit. She sent a signal with her yo-yo before she hurried to join Chat Noir. She watched the lively city fade away to dark neighborhoods and abandoned buildings. She pursed her lips as she stopped to look around for Chat Noir. She eyed the green fluff of his coat on a nearby rooftop. She jumped over to him and knelt.

“What do we have here?” Bloody Bug asked.

“I’m not sure. I saw Mayura, or rather, a shadow of her. I followed and it led me here.”

“Well, let’s wait. We need most the team, if not all before we head in.”

“Perhaps, though we could go in now, couldn’t we? Look around?”

“Cat, this could be a trap if she led you here. She’s likely prepared something for us. And given her mental state, I can’t imagine it’ll be pleasant.”

“But how long before people arrive? How long before Mayura just attacks us out here? We should at least go in to distract, right?”

“Absolutely not. That bitch wanted to skip right to the kill when she found me yesterday. If we step in there without everyone, we’re as good as dead. We aren’t tempting fate.”

Chat Noir grumbled and sat down. Bloody Bug and him watched for their team to arrive. Their team trickled in one by one. Gallic Chick, Outlaw, Porcelet, and Bomb Bee were the first ones to arrive. Bloody Bug filled them in as Badb, Pom Pom, Hydra, and Crimson Tiger showed up. The patrolling heroes, Minotaur, Apollo, and the newest hero, Serow, joined them. The last ones to arrive were Fennec, Ouroboros, and Llameri.

“Alright, looks like everyone is here. Divide into your teams and get into positions,” Bloody Bug instructed.

Everyone nodded and moved. Bomb Bee, Badb, Apollo, and Pom Pom stood with Bloody Bug while Gallic Chick, Porcelet, Llameri, and Serow stood with Chat Noir. Ouroboros found a place to hide with Fennec guarding him. Hydra, Crimson Tiger, Minotaur, and Outlaw patrolled the immediate area.

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir moved into the building with their teams. They busted down the door and surveyed the immediate room. The room was clear of debris, random clutter, and cleared away of spiderwebs and dust expected in abandoned buildings. Various tables with equipment lined the middle of the room with the walls covered in scraps of notes. They all cautiously approached the tables and notes to inspect them.

The instruments on the table were akin to the tools that Eve had laying around her home the second time Bloody Bug and Chat Noir met her. Amongst them was the tool that Mayura had used to liberate Tikki, Plagg, and Fluff from the Order’s tampering. Alchemy and chemistry tools were littered around the space with notes on how to make the serums with different combinations striked out and the right ones circled.

The notes on the wall were a mix. There were ones on fresh, white paper with flawless cursive, while the others were old, yellowed paper written in an old language that looked like Sanskrit. Alongside the old parchment were loosely translated pieces of fragmented information that was all that Eve had left after she was betrayed. Bloody Bug and Apollo skimmed over the notes to find most were research results and several mentions of betrayal.

“I see why Mayura thought there was some sort of ancient wrong now. All this mention of betrayal and no context,” Bloody Bug muttered.

“Indeed. And you told her the truth?” Apollo asked.

“Sure did, but in her mental state, she didn’t believe me.”

Apollo grimaced. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to collect these. They may be useful.”

“Knock yourself out.”

Bloody Bug moved as Apollo gathered notes. She stopped before a large locked door. She destroyed the lock and slid open the door. She froze as she stared in horror seeing Emilie Agreste’s body hung up in chains like a decoration. She staggered back and was caught by Chat Noir. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when he looked up and screamed. He turned his back as Porcelet rushed to his side to comfort him. Everyone gathered and gawked at the sight.

Bloody Bug took a deep breath before she ran in and removed Emilie’s body from the chains. She put Emilie down as laughter filled the space. She rushed out and looked around as everyone stood ready. She narrowed her eyes as she eyed Nathalie silhouetted up in the rafters.

“Marvelous, isn’t she? Oh, yes, she is, yes she is,” Nathalie cooed.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do this?” Chat Noir roared.

“So many plans. So many, so many. All gone, up in flames. Because of you. You stupid cat!” Nathalie hissed.

“Enough of this. Mayura, Nathalie, whatever, let this end. It’s not too late to stop,” Bloody Bug pressed.

“Indeed. You are an incredible mind with research anyone of credibility would go crazy over. You can still abandon this path and pursue other methods,” Apollo added.

“Please, let this end amicability,” Pom Pom begged.

Silence passed for a moment before Nathalie snickered that grew into manic laughter. Everyone cringed away when Nathalie floated down from the rafters. She grinned at them with a manic smile, pained, crazy eyes, and horrid black cracked lines on her skin. Bloody Bug blinked several times as Nathalie’s entire body had a white glow and the fractured prismatic light as a miraculous did.

“Too late. Far too late. Too broken. Far too broken. Tried to save, but only one option. Yes, there was. Yes, there was,” Nathalie cooed.

“You took the final step, didn’t you?” Bloody Bug demanded.

Nathalie snickered. “Had to help my darling brother, yes, I did. Too broken, too lost. Didn’t want to be away, wanted to save him. Oh, the pain, oh the pain, but he was saved. But no need to save him if not for you, wretched cat. You used Father’s power to hurt my brother. You abused his power so much like your wretched father. Like so many others. Like so many others.”

“That’s not true, and you know it. There are many that still treat the kwamis right. There are those that don’t abuse their powers,” Bloody Bug argued.

“And who are you to speak? You’ve done nothing but abuse your powers and hurt people. You are no better than Gabriel or Eve!” Chat Noir yelled.

“Oh. Oh, dear. Have I? I may have. But there’s a remedy for that. A remedy for all. Quick and easy. Fast and simple. Over and done. Good, very good. No time. Out of time,” Nathalie rambled.

“Mayura, please. Whatever you’re thinking, you don’t need to do it,” Bloody Bug attempted.

“That’s where you’re wrong, little Bug. Oh so wrong. Something must be done. Always be done. If no one else will do it, then I shall be the one. Yes, I will. Yes, I will.”

“Nathalie, wait!”

Nathalie’s snickering grew into manic laughter. Her pale skin changed to the light blue it was as Mayura’s, but with the black veins a bright fuchsia. Her sclera black and blood shot with the fuchsia veins. Her pristine hair a ragged mess and her dress ripped and torn. The ombre gloves and boots that faded into her skin receded closer to the wrists and ankles, making more of the veins visible.

“What the hell-?” Bloody Bug breathed.

Mayura laughed. “Clock’s ticking. Tic tok. Tic tok. Death’s a-calling. Do you hear its crow? No time left. Must act now. Must correct all wrongs. Must cleanse all.”

“Cleanse? What do you mean-?”

Mayura unfurled her fan as all the feathers lit up. Pom Pom reached for her ball as Mayura turned the blades to steel and struck Pom Pom across the chest, leaving a large, deep gash. Bloody Bug and Badb screamed out as Mayura was engulfed in dark blue light. Bloody Bug scooped up Pom Pom and grabbed Badb before Badb could use Uproar.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Badb yelled.

“No! Bitch is already crazy. Don’t make things worse. Go! Retreat! All of you!” Bloody Bug roared.

Bloody Bug threw Pom Pom into Badb’s arms and pushed them towards the exit. Bloody Bug lingered behind with Chat Noir as they watched hideous monsters were born from the light. They shared a worried look before they ran off with the rest of their team. They all retreated several blocks away as the warehouse was destroyed as monsters poured out of it. They all watched in horror as the monsters roared and rampaged. A handful headed for the city while all the others teleported away and Mayura charged forward in Primal form, ignoring heroes.

“Oh fuck! Where did they go?” Minotaur yelled.

“How the fuck are we supposed to know?” Bloody Bug retorted.

“Well, what are supposed to do, oh fearless leaders?”

“I don’t… fuck!”

Chat Noir put a hand on Bloody Bug’s shoulder. “Focus on protecting the people. About three monsters and Mayura headed into the city, putting them in immediate danger. Keep them safe at all costs.”

“What about Mayura?” Bomb Bee asked.

“Leave her to Bug and I. We’ll hand her. Everyone move out!”

Everyone exchanged worried glances before they headed off. Chat Noir took a breath as he looked at Bloody Bug.

“What’s the plan for us if we’re facing crazy?” Bloody Bug demanded.

“Well, I guess, we go primal. Meet her on even footing.”

“Are you insane? Even footing? She’s at the final stage. She consumed her kwami. You saw it too, didn’t you?”

“I… I did.”

“Then what makes you think this will be on even footing? Just because we go primal doesn’t mean we’ll be able to stop her.”

“I know, but we can keep her busy. You saw as well as I did. She’s broken, damaged. And, going off her ramblings, she knows her death is close at hand. If we can keep her busy, she’ll die from the exertion of her powers. Just like the one mentioned in the grimoire.”

“Or, and hear me out, we kill her ourselves.”

Chat Noir’s ears pinned back as he looked away.

“Cat, the longer she’s left alive, the more damage she’s going to cause. If we end her now, we can save more lives that way because this bitch is going for the kill. If we don’t end her, everyone will pay the price. Finish what you started by damaging her miraculous.”

“But-! I didn’t mean to-!”

“Bullshit! I saw you. You went right for that brooch. You brought this onto her. You’ve already condemned her to death by damaging that brooch. Whatever you were thinking, you are far from innocent in this, Cat. Whatever you choose at this point, you are the cause of her death, and the longer we wait, the deaths of many more. So, what will it be?”

“I… I can’t. I just… I can’t. I… I’m sor-.”

“Fuck you’re so naïve, but I can’t fault you for that. Not completely. If you cannot, then allow me. If you cannot carry that burden, allow me to carry this one for you.”

“I-.”

“Don’t say anything. I’ve lived with the fact that, in another life, I erased an entire universe. It was difficult coming to terms with that fact. Something I’ve still not fully accepted, and it still haunts me from time to time, but not the way it did before. If anyone is able to carry this burden, let it be me. What’s one more to the tally?”

Chat Noir grimaced. “Are you sure?”

“No, but we don’t have time to hesitate. We need to act. I’ve made my choice. Will you stand at my side?”

Chat Noir considered and sighed. “Very well. I’ll be there at your side to support you. End this nightmare.”

Bloody Bug nodded. “Then let’s not waste anymore time.”

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manjeet-choudhary · 11 months ago

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From Blueprint to Reality: The Art and Science of Construction

The journey from a blueprint to a finished building is a fascinating blend of art and science. It’s where creativity meets precision, and vision becomes reality.

Whether you're dreaming of a new home, intrigued by the latest skyscrapers, or just curious about how things are built, understanding this process can be both enlightening and exciting.

Let's dive into the steps and marvels of the construction world.

1. The Blueprint: Where Dreams Begin

Every great building starts with a blueprint. This is the initial plan that outlines what the structure will look like and how it will function.

Architectural Design: Architects use their creative skills to design a building that is both beautiful and functional. They consider aesthetics, practicality, and how the space will be used.

Detailed Plans: These blueprints are incredibly detailed, showing everything from the layout of rooms to the placement of electrical outlets. Fun fact: The Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world, had over 100 detailed drawings just for its foundation!

2. Engineering: Turning Dreams into Plans

Once the blueprint is ready, engineers step in to make sure the design can actually be built.

Structural Engineering: Structural engineers ensure the building will be strong and stable. They calculate the loads and forces that the building must withstand, such as wind, weight, and even earthquakes.

Mechanical, Electrical, and Plumbing (MEP) Engineering: Engineers in these fields design the systems that make the building habitable, like heating, cooling, lighting, and water supply. Interesting fact: The Empire State Building's construction included a novel heating system to keep the building warm in New York's harsh winters.

3. Site Preparation: Setting the Stage

Before construction can begin, the site must be prepared.

Clearing and Excavation: The land is cleared of any obstacles, and excavation begins. For large buildings, this can mean digging deep foundations. The Panama Canal, one of the largest construction projects ever, involved moving over 200 million cubic yards of earth!

Laying the Foundation: The foundation is crucial as it supports the entire structure. It’s often made of concrete and reinforced with steel for extra strength.

4. Building the Structure: From Ground Up

With the site ready, construction of the actual building begins.

Framing: The skeleton of the building is constructed first. For residential homes, this is often wood, while commercial buildings might use steel.

Walls and Roof: Once the frame is up, walls and the roof are added. Materials vary widely, from bricks and concrete to modern prefabricated panels.

5. Interior Work: Making It Livable

With the main structure in place, attention turns to the interior.

Insulation and Drywall: Insulation is added to keep the building energy-efficient, followed by drywall to form the interior walls.

Finishing Touches: This includes painting, flooring, installing cabinets, and all the details that make a building feel complete. Did you know? The White House’s famous interior renovations in 1949-1952 included 20 layers of paint removal and redecoration to restore historical details!

6. Systems Installation: Bringing It to Life

The building needs various systems to function.

Electrical and Plumbing: Electricians and plumbers install wiring, outlets, pipes, and fixtures. A fun fact: The Eiffel Tower has about 20,000 light bulbs!

Heating and Cooling: HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning) systems are installed to ensure the building stays comfortable year-round.

7. Inspection and Final Touches: Ensuring Perfection

Before the building can be occupied, it must pass various inspections to ensure it meets all codes and standards.

Safety Inspections: Inspectors check everything from electrical systems to fire safety measures. The process ensures that the building is safe and ready for use.

Final Clean-Up and Landscaping: The final touches, including landscaping and thorough cleaning, make the building look polished and ready for occupancy.

Conclusion

The journey from blueprint to reality is a remarkable process that blends creativity, engineering, and hard work.

It's an art and a science, bringing together the skills of architects, engineers, and construction workers to create something lasting and significant.

Next time you walk past a building, remember the incredible journey it took to become a reality.

Every brick, beam, and bolt tells a story of innovation and collaboration, turning dreams into the structures that shape our world.

#construction #innovation #strength

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I’m Kennedy Rogers and I got an email giving me two week’s notice of my impending layoff. The company in question is Crescent Realtors, a prominent real estate company in Luthan City. In recent years, the company has grown as quick as the hairs under my armpits, and profits have tripled thanks to us hardworking employees.

Oh but how do they thank us? By getting rid of us. The founder Markus Galwick thinks that with profits as high as the Eiffel Tower, there is no reason to keep so many employees. His solution is to boot us off the employment cliff. I have been with the company for close to ten years and I’ve witnessed the highs and lows, worked my butt off as his personal assistant, and bent to his every whim. Coffee runs at 5 am? Fine. Take care of my granddaughter after school? Okay. When I opened that email, I expected a raise instead, I won a trip to unemployment avenue.

What I need to do is to create a spectacle to reach even the eyes of Mr. Galwick up in his fancy office on the top floor of our headquarters. I have a plan and I can't stop the giggles that escape my mouth when Will, the ever-so-friendly security officer stops me at the front entrance. I groan inwardly, this is not the time for chitchat. Still, I place a smile on my face.

"Kennedy, hi! What's so funny?" he asks.

"Cat videos," I answer.

He smiles, "Oh, you should send me some."

"Can't the cats died. Excuse me-"

"Wait! Your employee card,” he says glancing towards the card hanging on a lanyard around my neck, “may I borrow it? I left mine at home this morning and you know how Beeston is, he’ll give me a twenty-minute lecture about–”

Before he can finish, I remove the card and hand it to him, “Take it, It's expendable now, just like me.”

“Thanks.” He tosses the card in the air once before catching it and shoving it in his pocket. “Wait, why are you watching dead cat videos?" he hollers after me, but I'm already walking away.

I hurry into an elevator making my way up to the 52th floor. The door to the elevator opens with a ding and I creep out, checking that the coast is clear before stepping into the hallway. The walls are white with various frames displaying Galwick and his balding head.

"Let's give you a makeover," I mumble pulling out three cans of spray paint from my purse.

Channeling my inner Banksy I discover that I’m surprisingly good at drawing mustaches and middle fingers, especially rainbow ones.

I sneak into Galwick’s office soon after and shut the door behind me. He’s in a meeting right now– actually, he thinks he’s going into a meeting, instead, I sent him on a vacation to some senior home for patients with memory loss that I found on Google. Logging into his computer with the passwords he carelessly rattled off to me, I make my way towards the finances section and under that employee wages.

“Merry Christmas baby, we’re all getting 50k bonuses!” I smile, clicking enter and logging out when suddenly an alarm starts blaring.

I freeze.

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thewingedmuse · 3 years ago

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if you pay attention, there's magic everywhere 🌌

what makes you feel alive?

very often, it's the little things that you hold special.

stars. the gentle wind brushing across your face. a nostalgic melody you knew since childhood. a hobby.

could be anything.

you can learn a lot about a person just by knowing what makes them feel alive.

well then, are you ready to know your future spouse one step further?

Pick-a-Pile — “What makes you and your future spouse feel alive?”

Pile 1 ✨ Pile 2

Pile 3 ✨ Pile 4

Pile 1

𝓨𝓸𝓾

Cards: Seven of Cups (r), Nine of Swords (r)

You feel to be a romantic person. The scent of flowers invigorate you. You love to take a stroll in gardens. You also appreciate elegant floral arrangements. A beachside wedding might be a dream of yours since a long time ago. The ocean has the power to calm you and excite you at the same time. I also see crystalline headdresses. They look bridal.

You are someone who enjoys pampering themself. You delight in good perfumes. You like to indulge in self care and skin care to give your skin that extra love. The Eiffel tower could be significant for some of you, because it is a symbol of love and a milestone that you wish to achieve.

You're also a dreamy person. You often get lost watching the clouds, trying to figure out the shapes gives you a sense of childlike joy. You like to live in the present and have no problem immersing yourself in each moment. This quality of yours among others intrigue your future spouse. Your joy and peace are contagious. Some here love the rainy weather. You like wearing raincoats or taking your favourite umbrella and to go walk on water puddles.

For some of you, you shower your pet with so much love! You also enjoy a nice sleep with aromatic air purifier cleansing your space. You like sleeping in and to have no obligation to wake up early. You enjoy sleeping with music on, some here like asmr before bed. Massages are another indulgence of yours.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

Cards: The Tower, The Sun

Your future spouse is someone hardworking and not afraid of toil. Working from the grounds up and getting hard-earned rewards make them feel alive and accomplished. They are usually grounded and serious. They don't let little things control or alter their mood. They do enjoy a good sprint and working out at the gym. They like a blend of movement and stability in their lives. They are devoted to their work. Some of them might be accomplished in their line of work. Could own a business or a job that involves working with or managing people.

They're also very giving emotionally. They shower their loved ones with care. They always try to stand in someone's shoes to try to understand how they feel even if they are not always able to. They are good with children.

This would only apply to some: they like to occasionally draw or read children's stories to kids he might take care of. Could be relatives' kids, neighbours', etc. I don't really get the vibe that they have kids or they work with kids, so just babysitting occasionally.

Pile 2

𝓨𝓸𝓾

Cards: Page of Cups, The Hermit

That accomplishment that always makes you feel proud of yourself and motivates you to do even better. Even if it might be trivial to others it is a big thing for you because it is a reminder to yourself that you are capable of accomplishing what you set your mind to. You have a very strong heart. Not many things can swerve you.

I keep seeing a jewellery box. It is connected to many beautiful memories with friends and people from your past, possibly when you were in high school. You reminisce those days so much. They were some of your happiest moments.

For some of you its a tattoo that means to you a wake-up call. The tattoo is a reminder to yourself to always try your best and to not return to your old self anymore.

You are not lost anymore. The old days are gone. You now have a direction to work towards, a purpose to keep fighting for. Sometimes you might wonder if you truly found a direction. Yes, yes you have. If it gives you a sense of purpose then keep walking towards it. The light might be dim right now, but try taking a few more steps. You'll get there eventually. And you'll be glad that you never gave up.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

Cards: Ace of Pentacles, The Devil (r)

Very optimistic energy here. They are a happy go lucky person. They believe - or better said they're willing to believe - that all paths/any paths will lead them to a beautiful place. 'Willing' is the keyword here, because despite the fact that life is not all sunshine and rainbows, they are willing to believe that there are better days ahead. This mindset is a conscious choice, not a default by nature, but they have kept this positive mindset for so long now it has become a default.

They are a child at heart. They see and believe in the best of people. They always try to offer what they could to help others. Some of them draw for a living and sell their artworks online. Some have a monthly subscription programme going on. They like to draw a person's face and portray the different, vibrant emotions going on. Being able to bring out life in their drawings makes them feel alive. Some of them have gardening as a hobby.

I hear firecrackers, very loud music or concerts, being in the front rows, getting front row view of all that excitement. They have frequent access to front row or VIP seats because they have good friends that work in the music or show industry. They also like card games. Some of them really like dragonfruit because of that wild shape. They do like to travel but haven't been to faraway places because of budget issues. They like the vacay vibes of staying in nice hotels. They might wear nice clothes or designer clothing that make them look stylish. They always look very well-dressed and prepared. Like to smile. Eloquent but still casual. They can be everyone's best friend.

Pile 3

𝓨𝓸𝓾

Cards: Seven of Swords (r), Queen of Wands, Ace of Cups

You shine in every obstacle. Your mind works quick and you always see the situation in a clear way, not confused by irrelevant details. You are full of fiery energy and are a natural leader. Your energy is rugged but peaceful, like the eye of a storm. You are an independent survivalist; resourceful with an intuitive charm. You are street smart. To call you a pathfinder would be apt, for you always find your way out of tough situations. You do not fear hardship, you mold hardship to your own path. You are able to work from scratch and create a grounded foundation for yourself. You do not need companions but you appreciate loyalty in those who earned your friendship. You treasure solitude because you are a lone wolf who fears no loneliness. You certainly know that you have a lot to offer but you are also a lot to take on. You know your worth. Whoever you will be with will be able to handle you at your worst to see your best, and still decide to stick with you for the tempest you are. You have a "take it or leave it" attitude when it comes to romantic or platonic relationships. You will not shave your edges just to fit inside a box. You are unapologetically you.

You are not selfish when it comes to giving love, however you are not selfless either. You look for quality and reciprocation in a relationship, no matter romantic, familial or platonic. You go all in when you offer your cup, but you will be picky and need to be throughoutly sure of that person. This also means that you treasure yourself to the fullest degree. You preserve such love for yourself that no one can ever tear you down because you are self-assured and self-reliant. You nurture yourself back to health every time you get knocked down. Many see your splendour and admire this strength in you.

Now to the more light-hearted stuff. You enjoy intricate details in clothing, designs and architecture. The knots, the artistry, the binds, the texture. You like accessories and clothing that show personality and intricate textures. You let your vibes speak for you whenever you enter a room.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

Cards: Ten of Swords, Ten of Cups

This person carries a soft feminine energy. This is not a comment on their gender or sex, because one can be any gender and still carry a feminine or masculine essence, or a blend of both and this essence can shift depending on their energy. Your future spouse has gone through a lot. They are in a vortex of cleansing energy now, washing away the old and scarred, welcoming new changes. They are wrapping themself in a lot of love. They appear to me wrapped in rose petals, a symbol of them wrapping themself in self love. The petals smell sweet and dewy. They are very in touch with their emotions and feminine energy. They might have just hit rock bottom but all is not lost yet. They are an adept at constantly renewing themself. Their smile is defiant in the face of hardship. Even when they have hit rock bottom, they smirk knowing that the next sunrise is nigh.

They are a dreamer at heart, a bit of an idealist. They see the world through rose-tinted lens. They wish to be a homemaker. They dream of a peaceful life with their family and days that promise rich happiness; nights of loving embrace. However, they can lack in self love sometimes. On days where anger, resentment and hopelessness creep into their heart they have a tendency to react with self pity and self loathing. Their waters run deep. They feel emotions acutely. But after every storm there is a period of cleansing. One day they might have drenched in self loathing, the next day they will come back with full force. They are a bit chaotic like that. They need someone who will understand their cycles and offer them the kind listening shoulder and a helping hand. They are someone very stubborn and self-reliant though. They have pulled themself out of every mess, so trust that they will not be reliant on you or anybody else. They've got everything figured out, they say.

They have a lot of empathy and love to share. They will not always let it show. It might be blocked when they are experiencing emotional shutdown. This love and empathy flows like a river always underneath their currents. They wish for nothing back with the love they readily give to others. You'll see them when you meet them.

Pile 4

𝓨𝓸𝓾

Cards: The Emperor, Four of Cups

I sense laid-back energy. You enjoy the company of yourself and a few close friends. You enjoy familiarity and being in your own bubble. Some here like rap music. Your energy is a mix of carefreeness and stability. Carefree as in you welcome new changes and new people with open arms. You are usually chill and nonchalant. This makes people feel at ease when they speak to you. They feel they are able to relax and just be themselves. You might be who people go to when they need a listening ear or someone to give them advice. You view things in an objective point of view but still empathetic and wise with your expression, for it is easy for you to empathise with people's feelings. You are also at a place of stability mindset-wise. You are not an overthinker. Instead, because you don't waste time thinking and obsessing over things, you feel truly happy and content at heart.

You love it when someone clicks with you on a mental or spiritual level. You love it when they stimulate your mind and make you feel something. You are not expressive physically, you always present yourself in a fluid, calm, neutral manner but when you truly connect with someone you'd feel this instantaneous joy vibrating from every cell in your body and you'd unknowingly smile so much. It's a dreamy, content kind of smile that melts hearts! You might not realise it, but your smile and nonchalant body language is very charming.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

Cards: The High Priestess, Two of Swords

They are of an introverted nature. They do not like to reveal much of themself if they do not feel inclined to. They are aware that this gives them a shroud of mystery. They unknowingly collect admirers because of this quiet charm they have. Whatever happens in their life, they find comfort in solitude with their hobbies. They might be into astrology and divination. They love observing the cycles of the moon and write informative resources on astrology and possibly witchcraft. They don't absorb information blindly. They rely on their higher self and intuition to guide their path. They like the mainstream and also the obscure. They are eclectic as they take from different beliefs what resonates with them and incorporate their own touch in their practices. They pride themself in their individuality and creativity. They have no problem expressing their eccentric self. They expect their future spouse to be someone comfortable with expressing their own individuality as well. They are accepting of others and adventurous. They are the “aunt/mum friend” in their friend group!

There are some things within their heart that they are not ready to let go of. I'm not going to dwell deep into this pain as it is private to them. But know that as carefree or nonchalant as they might appear to you, every person has a history that can be both dark and painful. I trust that this relationship will be both healing and loving. When you meet them, look into their eyes. They carry mysteries too dark to see in the light, they have a story to tell if they deem you worthy.

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #love reading #pac #future spouse #divination #thewingedmuse

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years ago

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(awhile ago, i played an ask game in which i was asked to make a story involve MCD and one of the answers i gave was: postcard from paris.

so...i present, a postcard from paris au. you don't need to read the first fic, just the second chapter and you're good to go.

xoxo)

greener grass (the greenest growing)

part 1: a beautiful day

Remus stood awkwardly in the corner of the drawing room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, looking out the open window at the blue skies that were a perfect contrast to the heavy velvet curtains and the mood from inside the house. Glass of wine in his hand, knuckles turning white from gripping the stem so hard, only half hearing Sirius's voice telling him he was an uncultured swine--a barbarian-- for letting his fingers touch the glass.

Remus didn't pretend to have a culture in the first place, glancing down at his feet where his black dress shoes were untied and scuffed on the toe. Suit and tie, dressed in a sort of costume he hadn't wanted to put on that morning before attending the service, caught somewhere at the intersection of denial, disbelief, and dread. He typically loved going to Number 12.

They had spent birthdays and New Year's there, celebrating milestones with joy the way Sirius and Kingsley knew how to do.

Going away parties and promotion parties.

Baby showers and welcome back parties.

And now they were here.

The house was filled with small talk and music from a record player that felt more eerie than ambient. It made Remus's hair stand on edge the way everyone passed along platitudes and placations; it made him roll his eyes when he walked in and saw security scanning people's wands. Death apparently wasn't a big enough occasion to warrant privacy, treating the service and the reception as another charity gala or event of the season. And not something terrible that had happened.

He took a sip of his wine, teeth on edge as a woman's overly shrill laughter rang through the halls.

It should have been Sirius's obnoxious laughter. Not hers.

Remus stepped towards the window, slumping over to rest his forehead on the glass, eyeing the white roses that framed the backyard of Number 12.

"I think he reinforced the glass, so if you're thinking of taking a nose dive..."

Remus pulled his forehead off the window and turned around over his shoulder to the sound of the familiar voice. Familiarity was supposed to bring comfort, or so the saying goes, but it sent knots straight to Remus's stomach.

Though, at this point, his stomach had been in knots for two weeks, what was a few more?

"Looks like I've been thwarted then," Remus murmured, not quite making eye contact with the man in front of him. James gave a half-grin that quickly fell from his face, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his hair.

Nearly 40 and he still had a full head, not a strand of grey in sight. Meanwhile, Remus had bags under his eyes the size of carry-on luggage and more grey hair than he could count.

"How are you doing, Moons?"

"That's a stupid question to ask. How are you?"

James opened his mouth and closed it again, walking into the drawing room after shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, robes hanging over his shoulders. It was strange. James in all black, when normally James took every opportunity to wear bright magenta's and purples.

Yellow's and bright oranges, mirroring a sunset in the sky or extravagant city lights in the night. Remus had once thought James was the Eiffel Tower-- the real fucking thing that was it for him-- only to have the fantasy crumble when James hadn't followed through.

Again.

Leaving Remus waiting and disappointed.

Again.

Not that Remus had put the effort in either...again.

They went around and around, and now James was in black robes, and Remus was holding a wine glass, and they were in the same room for the first time in seven years.

"You're right...stupid question."

"Cheers," Remus raised his glass, finishing the contents in a long gulp.

"Is the wine good at least?"

"Would it be a Black party if it wasn't?"

"Not much of a party."

"That bint from the Ministry with the hat might disagree..."

"Oh, her..." James muttered, shaking his head, looking as if he was about to say something, but he stopped himself again. Remus knew that look--that feeling. He had been wearing it and feeling it for the past two weeks since he got the news.

"Yeah."

"I...I know it's been a while..." Remus snorted, "And I know...we kind of fell apart--"

"You make it sound like an accident."

"Wasn't it?" asked James, "We...were young. Some things work out when you're young, and some things...just don't."

"I don't think that changes because we're older..." Remus finally met James's eyes, hazel sending him straight back to their best friend's wedding.

“I told you we’re not doing this.”

"Doing what?" James asked hands paused on the belt buckle of Remus's trousers, identical robes already shed behind them in the bedroom of Sirius's villa in France, bottle of champagne on the dresser.

"This! What we always do!It's so fucking stupid. We pretend its forever and then it ends the same. You leaving for work, and then we write letters for another two weeks and promise to floo and visit and you send me postcards and pictures but we never end up meeting until there’s some…function. And that's what happens, every single fucking time. When Sirius moved out, when Sirius got engaged, now he's married and unless he gets married again, I don't know when the hell I'm going to see you!"

It wasn't a wedding.

"This isn't a wedding," Remus told him.

"I know," James swallowed, "I don't know how I'll get through it wit--"

"Dad-- there you are!" a third voice came and this time both Remus and James turned around to greet it, "Why are you two being all dodgy by the window?" Harry asked, adjusting the glasses on his face.

It was cruel torture, the way Harry had grown up to look so much like his father and haunted the halls of Hogwarts for Remus. The privilege of watching Harry grow tainted by memories of his father and what if's from when Harry was younger.

"Were you looking for me, Haz?" James asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, we're kicking people out now, Mum says we can do it but someone needs to go sit with--"

"Sure," James nodded and inclined his head toward Remus. They easily fell into step again, as they left the safety of the drawing room. Side by side, one foot after another, a single unit, but it never stayed like that for long. They walked through the hall, Remus listening to Harry and Lily move people out the front door.

Thank you for coming.

It means so much.

"He didn't even like half these fucking twats..." James muttered under his breath.

"Don't need to tell me that..."

"Good."

The casserole was delicious.

"It tasted like feet," remarked Remus and James coughed out a laugh, just before they came to the sitting room.

A casket in the middle of the room, white roses around the base.

Vacated chairs.

Velvet curtains wide open

And Sirius sitting on the edge of the couch, head in his hands now that the room had cleared out, fingers frantically combing through his hair over and over again.

Ordinarily, Remus would've made a joke about how he was going to go bald.

But it didn't seem like the time.

"Habibi," James said gently, sitting next to Sirius on the couch and pulling hands out of his hair to hold them instead, "Did you have the feet casserole?"

Apparently it was the time.

"Feet casserole?" Sirius responded quietly, still staring down at the ground. "I think its technical name is Widower casserole."

"Mmmm no, I'm pretty sure its feet," James corrected, turning his head to look at Remus, "Remus had some."

We make a good team, Moons.

"A whole big toe," Remus nodded, before taking a breath and crossing to the other side of Sirius, "Budge over, where are your manners?"

"In my husband's casket, I think..."

"I'll put mine in there too," Remus agreed.

"You didn't have any to begin with," Sirius retorted and nudged Remus lightly with his shoulder.

They were three again.

James.

Sirius.

Remus.

On a couch.

Blue skies behind their heads.

James hands holding onto to Sirius so he wouldn't slip away.

Life lines.

"We have a week. To sit here...and...be with him one last time..." Sirius said softly, lifting his head up from the ground, and staring at the casket instead. His jaw was tight, muscles in his hands flexing over and over again against James's. "You think that'll do it?"

"Do...what?" asked Remus

"Help this feel less shitty?"

"No," Remus said bluntly, leaning back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling. He felt two more thumps against the cushions in succession, seeing Sirius and James from his peripherals looking up all the same.

"But its...a beautiful day," James continued, "And...we're here."

Remus didn't have to look down to know it was James's hand on top of his knee.

Remus didn't even have to wait for the wine to kick in to know he would be absolutely fucked, once again, in ruins and shambles by the end of the week. It didn't matter that it was a funeral. It didn't matter that Remus had told himself he was too old to me making the mistakes of a twenty year old; thirty year old.

James's hand gave his knee a squeeze. An electric shock through his body, and Remus closed his eyes.

Here we go again.

#greener grass #moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #part 1 of three #cw: mcd mention #cw: grief #cw: death #grief and mourning rituals!!!

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imaginedreamwrite · 3 years ago

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Criminal: Part 10

“Everything is ready, boss.” There was a guardsman in the entrance, a suit as acceptable as Bucky’s, looking between Bucky and yourself, a nod passing from one to the next as he slipped out, and someone slipped in.

“What’s ready?” You asked Bucky, walking barefoot up the steps and into the house. “Our room.”

“Bucky-“

“I won’t hear an argument, Y/N. Not this time.”

“You think that’s appropriate, Barnes? An unmarried woman and a man like you?” You asked with the same bite, though your voice was quieter.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again. Not while that bastard is willing to not just step over the line but completely obliterate it.”

Bucky slipped his arms around your waist and held you chest to chest, with little to no resistance from you now. You needed the contact; you needed the feeling of safety and security that could only come from a man with the means to protect you above all else.

“So what? I’m trapped beneath your thumb?” Your fire was back; your bite was back in total, unrelenting force.

“Oh baby,” Bucky whispered affectionately, “as if you could be under anyone’s thumb.”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to your own. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He inhaled and exhaled, his hands tightening around your waist. He had felt you; that’s all he wanted to do.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he muttered and angled his head, drawing his lips into a tight kiss against your skin as he kissed you once and then twice.

“I wouldn’t be so lucky.” You stepped out of his arms and turned your back to the door, your eyes sweeping across marble floors to the staircase that led to the second floor.

“Come on,” Bucky slipped his arm around your waist again to lead you to the staircase, “let me get a better look.”

“I don’t suppose you thought this would be the end of my hatred for you?” You didn’t push his arm off your waist, though you didn’t cast your attention on him with a tight-lipped frown.

“You don’t hate me,” Bucky laughed under his breath, “oh, you think you have everyone fooled little, Rogers.”

“Fooled? I have-“

“I know you love me,” Bucky brushed his lips against your ear and whispered huskily, “all the gifts wouldn’t have so hurt you if you didn’t. You thought I didn’t care about you, that I don’t know you-“

“You don’t,” you tried to put that wall up again by elbowing him to create distance, “you know nothing about me.”

“Yes,” Bucky whipped you around and pressed your back against the railing, “I do, honey. I know you better than you even know yourself.”

“Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I do,” he slid his hands on the railing and trapped you between his broad chest and the railing of the staircase, “I know you hate apple pie-“

“Steve loves it.” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t like apples.”

“But you love strawberries. Always had. You take the juice and stain your lips.” Bucky mumbled, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, his voice growing in thickness and huskiness. “You used to be afraid of thunderstorms.”

“I love thunderstorms.” You countered.

“Now.” Bucky traced his thumb underneath your bottom lip, dipping into the valley of your chin. “When Steve and I went to Coney Island, and you came along with us, all you wanted was cotton candy.”

“Because it was cheap-“

“-because you have a sweet tooth, honey.” Bucky’s lips curled into a smirk. “You ate three bundles.”

“So..? You don’t know me-“

“Paris.” Bucky moved one hand from the railing to your hip.

“What?” You tilt your head.

“You always wanted to go to Paris. But not to see the Eiffel Tower or the louvre, but to see the gardens. Jardin des Tuileries.” Bucky drew his other hand from the railing and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

“I never told anyone that. How did you know?” Your breath was bated. “I didn’t even tell Steve….”

“I saw a postcard in those books you always carry around. It was worn and weathered, but you didn’t throw it away.” He leaned in further, his forehead resting against yours.

His eyes were closed, and his nose was brushing against your own. Your eyes bounced from his to your lips that were mere inches or even less away from each other. His lips were pouty and smooth, stained slightly red from the wine his mother had placed at the dinner table earlier before that brute caught you and Becca.

You felt deep and emotional, physical care about to burst in you. You needed an out.

“You don’t know me,” you ducked under his arms, worming your way out of his grip.

“Y/N,” his voice wavered, the first time you’d heard it do that since you were kids, really little, “why won’t you let me love you?”

“You don’t love me.” You denied.

You denied. You denied.

“Sweetheart-“

“I know where your room is.” You hurried up the rest of the stairs, needing a break. You needed space because you couldn’t breathe. You needed space because just being near Bucky was enough to scramble your head and obscure any clear thoughts.

“Y/N!” He called your name and followed you right into the door. “Dammit, Rogers!” Bucky cursed through the door.

“Bucky-“

“No!” He opened the door and slammed it again. “Why are you still pushing me away? Why are you still denying how you feel?”

“You want to look at my injuries?” You moved to one of the sitting chairs by the window and sank onto the cushions.

“What?” His eyes narrowed, and his head was tilted in a rather attractive manner.

“You said you wanted to see my injuries.” You crossed one leg over the other, your hands tucked under your lower thighs.

“You,” Bucky laughed in frustration, “you give me whiplash, dame.”

He groaned and strode over to the sitting chairs anyway. He had sat upon the cushioned seat as you had. He drummed his fingers against the armrest and stared you down with his brilliant baby blue’s, his lips pursed.

“What?” You glanced at him with a thin border wall keeping your delicate balance of feelings in check.

“One day, Rogers….” Bucky‘s eyes narrowed.

“One day what?” You squeezed the cushion with your hands under your thighs.

“Nothing,” Bucky shook his head, and then he pulled his chair closer to yours until your knees were grazing.

“You’re still the prettiest dame in Brooklyn,” Bucky brushed his knuckles against the bruise on your cheek, the quick-handed smack you’d received moments before that prick Tommy Johnson had grabbed your neck.

“You’re just saying that,” you mumbled, wincing and cringing as he moved to brush his thumb against your neck, “Bucky, please-“

“Honey,” he sighed, “you need to let me see the damage.”

“Damage,” you muttered, “he tried to kill me.”

“And I’m going to kill him,” he lifts your chin with his forefinger and thumb, “I’m going to rip him to shreds for placing his hands on you.”

“Bucky-“ you started to draw yourself away from him.

“No,” his voice took a hard edge, “he put his hands on my girl, in my territory, to send a message. He wants to take over every inch of New York City, and he’s targeting me where it hurts.”

“Bucky, I don’t-“

“Don’t,” he leaned in and silenced you with a soft and tender kiss, “don’t say you don’t matter, doll. This was a message. You are my world. And he knows that.”

A kiss to your lips that wasn’t rebuked. It was further dizzying for you and to you. It was further drawing you toward a place where denial would no longer be possible.

“James.” You shuffled on your chair.

“Angel.”

He brushed his hand down your arm, his fingers trailing down to the crook of your elbow. His blue eyes searched your face, his lip upturned in a soft, tender smile that was solely for you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you huffed, “but…Becca laid into me.”

“Talked some sense into you?” Bucky swiped a warm cloth across your cheek and dodged your closed fist as you tried to punch his shoulder. “You’re a real spitfire, darling.”

“I got that fucker good.” You laughed under your breath. “Bit his hand so hard, he bled.”

“Of course you did,” Bucky leaned in and kissed your forehead, “you’re a Rogers. You fight dirty.”

“Are you flirting with me, Barnes?” You shuffled forward when he was done dressing your wounds.

“Damn right, baby.” He winked at you and stood; the moments of you pushing away from him, figuratively, were forgotten. “I have to go make a few calls; I want you to get ready for bed.”

“Bed?” You glanced at the four-poster bed fit for a king, speculating this entire time that he was joking. “Bucky… it’s improper. I mean…we’re not married.”

“And?” He licked his bottom lip. “I own half the city, doll. I promise I won’t ruin your virtue.”

“Bucky…” you start and stopped with n the same breath when he had moved back toward you and rest his hands on your chair’s armrests.

“No arguments,” he leaned over and kissed your forehead, “now be good and go get out of your dirty clothes.”

“I have nothing to wear.” You argued.

“In the bathroom, doll.” He pulled back, kissed the top of your head and then he was drawing closer to the door of his bedroom. “Get dressed. That’s an order, Rogers.”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” You rolled your eyes and stood, strolling to the bathroom.

You closed the bathroom door behind you and had cast your eyes on the night clothes he had set out for you when your eyes came to rest upon a silk nightgown with lace trim. It was made of fine silk, and it was beautiful in its own right while still keeping its simplicity.

You cracked a grin and started peeling off your layers and dropping them to the floor. Once you were sufficiently undressed, you slipped the silk nightgown over your head and did a small twirl in the mirror, admiring the cut and the shape, the feeling of the silk on your skin.

“If I only keep one of those gifts,” you sighed, “it’ll be this one.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, studied the reflection staring at you. You tilt your head one way and then the other way before you ultimately left the bathroom and headed to the bed. You lift the covers and dove underneath, resting your head on the down-filled pillow. You sighed and closed your eyes, digging further into the bed and the warmth of the blanket. You were feeling a sense of ease as you sink further into the soft material, nearly losing yourself to sleep when you heard the door open and close with a click.

“Darling,” Bucky called, “are you ready for bed?”

“Any part of you that crosses the line-“ you glanced over your shoulder toward him. Your eyes widened when you took in his state of undress, his bare and naked chest and his bare legs save for a pair of pinstripes sleeping shorts that accentuated his long and toned legs.

Bucky winked at you, and then he walked back to the door and flicked off the light, casting the room in darkness.

“What line?” He grinned, devilishly so, and started toward the bed, lifting the covers and taking a peek at what you were wearing. “Oh, baby…” Bucky groaned, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Disgusting,” you grimaced, “stay on your side of the bed. This is improper enough.”

“You can’t wear something like that and expect me not to touch.” His grin widened.

“You set this out for me,” you huffed, “don’t act innocent, Barnes. It’s unbelievable. Hands to yourself and don’t cross the…” you took pause.

“The what?” He got into bed and placed the covers back over himself.

“The line!” You waved your hand. “The…do not enter this space…line.”

“The neutral zone?” He laughed under his breath. “You’re too damn adorable, Rogers.”

“Are you talking about me? Or my brother?” You turned your head and stared at him as he stared at you with a half-smirk.

“Sorry, honey,” Bucky sat up slightly and leaned his elbow on the bed and his cheek in his hand, “your brother doesn’t do it for me.”

“Pity,” you rolled your eyes, “goodnight.”

You rolled onto your side and faced away from him, your eyes boring into the wall. You chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling exhausted and ragged, but sleep was not going to come easy to you.

“Sometimes it’s necessary to enter a neutral zone,” Bucky’s voice was deep and husky, his fingers dancing against the sheets, and they moved toward you.

“I don’t know jack all about military strategies, but I do know that the motherland’s borders are closed.” You smacked his fingers and tucked the blanket further under your chin.

“Careful sweetheart,” Bucky’s voice was a purr, “or you’re going to feel the talented hands of sergeant.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes again, thankful your back was to Bucky so he wouldn’t see you biting your bottom lip. He didn’t need to know how affected you were by his voice, by his cologne or the warmth from his body.

“Goodnight, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Wish I had you as a bunkmate overseas. Or, at the very least, a nurse. You could stir the courage of a thousand men with one bat of your eyelashes.”

“Can I get at least one to shut up?” You groaned, but not from annoyance, but because Bucky was starting to light a fire in your belly.

“Deny all you want, honey.” His hand snaked back over, and he brushed his fingers against your waist. “I know you missed me.”

You turned over to face him, your eyes locking. “Yes. I did. I did miss you. And I’m glad you’re home in one piece. I’m glad you made it back to continue being a pain in my ass.”

“You’re welcome,” Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and drug you toward him until you were flush with one another, laying chest to chest, “that’s much better, isn’t it?”

“Barnes-“

“Darling, I love you.” He kissed your forehead, “but I have to be up early, and you’re keeping me awake with all your chatter.”

“I hate you,” you huffed and rolled over, squeaking when Bucky had lay flush against you with his chin resting on the top of your head.

“I know you love me back,” he kissed into your hair, “you can admit it when you’re ready.”

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theboysfanfic · 2 years ago

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Red Roses Part 9

RED ROSES PART 9

Pairing: Homelander x Female reader : RED ROSES AU

Warnings: 18+ only. Sex, smut. Fluff.

Words: 1.4k

SUMMARY: Homelander flies you to Paris.

Author's Note: Change of POV again. It is what it is. This was written a while back and I had to post it.

Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x. feedback/18+ banners by @maysdigitalarts

MASTERLIST | RED ROSES SERIES MASTERLIST🌹

Homelander is pulling you in with his megawatt smile. He takes off his gloves, his strong masculine hands are bathed in warm golden glow, he reaches out his arm to you. The backdrop magnificent, him on the edge of the plaza over looking the Eiffel tower in the night. ‘Come here’ he says. Poised and regal, shoulders back and golden hair swept back. He smiles softly as you approach him, taking slow steps and never leaving his face.

‘You know,’ he says with a slow rumble, ‘When you saw me, watched me that day, from my trailer’, he pauses to laugh look down then continues. ‘When you told me you were, well when I made you tell me,’ he smirks, ‘I was..before I even got to you.’ He draws you closer. ‘When I asked you, no, told you that your heartbeat is rising, I was just as turned on.’ ‘Oh like now?’ I tease and swipe over the front of his crotch, taking a few steps closer, feeling his erection appearing. He laughs. ‘Oh yea.’ He takes your hand in his. You shimmy up close backing up onto the his thigh. He slowly lifts his knee and places you on it. He’s cradling you on his thigh and holding you securely by your waist as he rises up in the air up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. You can almost reach out and touch the metal frame of the tower. Homelander slows and grips you on his knee, hovering, watching the sights. Pressing you closer for warmth. The lights of the Eiffel Tower glitter, spinning and sparkling as a clock strikes the hour. His cape swooshes in the wind, and you're both high enough not to be blinded. ‘How did I even find myself in the sky with you. I can’t believe it. How did we get here?’ he says. Homelander’s face is so angelic right now, the mix of awe and admiration he emanates looking at you. The Paris glitter bouncing and illuminating both of you. ‘I’m thankful you were ever in my trailer thinking dirty thoughts about me.’ ‘We must look so regal up here. You think they can see us?’ you ask. His hand snakes behind your neck, gently, firmly and his sparkling eyes don’t leave yours. ‘Oh they can, but they can’t see you like I can.’ His smile is almost frighteningly sweet. Teeth on display, ear to ear. ‘You, are my beautiful goddess.’ He says. Coming down to a soft smile but never taking his eyes off you. You lean your weight on his thigh as you’re sitting on him, sliding slightly over the fabric of his suit but wrapping your arm tighter around his shoulders. His eyes haven’t left yours yet. They never leave yours. You smile at his compliment, dipping your chin, maybe out of slight embarrassment. ‘What babe?’ he says. He is joyous, amused at your reaction. ‘Don’t you be like that. It’s the truth. Mine, my goddess.’ He lifts his chin in a superior way. You are wanting to rub yourself on his leg to get the friction you crave. Your eyes go sultry. He smirks, adjusts his leg higher to give you more balance. You lean up to his asymmetric lips, his smiling lips, delicious in the Paris sparkle, on this romantic night. The warmth of them is welcoming, what you need, but you also need that friction. You pull back from kissing him, he has that puppy dog mischievous smile on. ‘John can we..’ ‘Can we what?’ he asks in his deep voice. He’s teasing. ‘Hmm’? What do you want babe? I won’t know if you don’t tell me.’ He lets out a laugh, his perfect teeth shining. He angles his leg to help you. You slip against him, rubbing yourself on the top of his thigh. ‘Mhmm? What does my girl want?’ He raises his eyebrows. ‘John, can we? Can we fuck here, I don’t care if anyone sees. I want you.‘ You re grip his shoulders and then look up at him. He is laughing, rubbing his nose over yours, eyes crinkling he whispers in your ear, ‘I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I can do you right here if you want me to, he strokes your hair obsessively. ‘Do you want me to?’ Another glisten in his eyes. ‘Ohh, he strokes the back of your neck smiling wide. Now you’ve changed your mind?’ He massages his fingers in your hair. You go against the grain of his short undercut, attaching to his lips, slipping just a bit more, writhing on his knee as he holds you firmly. ‘I want..’ You whimper. He winks at you and you’re done for. ‘But I don’t want my girl to be freezing her ass off, so, lets go.’

He wraps you tight in his arms, flies away from the Eiffel tower towards your hotel. Approaching a balcony with capital city views it’s the most romantic thing you have ever seen. He lands you right on the balcony, he strips the top of his suit then with his eyes on you, with a devastating look like he’s gonna kill, or fuck you senseless, gets a key from his suit and flings open the French balcony doors, an automatic light switches on, curtains billowing. He strips the suit from his hips, naked under it. Standing in profile in the golden light of the hotel, framed by the Paris night decked in Christmas spirit, Eiffel tower glimmering, Homelander’s ass is perfection and anyone looking in would see him slowly cornering you, trapping you onto the bed. You ride his thigh with your clothes off. He’s face to face with you, his nose on yours, his mouth open looking ravenous. ‘So. Do you want me to?’ He continues firmly, but asks the question slowly, drawing out the syllables. He grips his hand into the back of your head, pulling abruptly. ‘You’re mine and no one can have you’. He snaps. An anger in his voice not suited for a romantic night. But this is John. His teeth snap and grind. He pushes his naked skin to yours. You try to grab his perfect hair and he evades your reach, growling in response. He wraps you in his embrace nipping at your neck while telling you you're his over and over. ‘Mine.’ Scraping his teeth and when he lifts his head you see that feral look in his eyes, from under his brow. He tells you he’s going to fuck you like you wanted. Like his life depends on it. ‘It can’t be anyone else, only me. Tell me again how you want me. Tell me again. You want me, You need me. I could have ripped off your clothes out there and you would have let me, you want me that bad. It’s only me. And you.’ ‘John stop!’ Pushing up against him, wrapping your legs around him trying to pull him down on top of you, but he resists as he tells you again and again that you’re his favourite woman, his beautiful goddess, made for him and only him. And it’s daylight when you fall asleep. For hours you’ve felt his hands drag you down, his bodyweight pinning you and not letting you free. You wanted this. You told him you need him. ‘John..’ you begged. 'John I need you. John...now. John…stop!’ He’s forceful and broken. He wouldn’t stop claiming you as his, coaxing the words out of you as he battled with his own insecurity. Broken and unfolding. ‘I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted this. For you to be here. Thank you.’ He says in the morning light. His legs intertwined with yours, sheets sticking to skin, tangled up in him. You can see it in the change in his eyes. Unfolding, but when? And he’s gone without a moment’s notice. Do you dare bring up the doubt again? No he’s coming back. And just as you think, just as you might start to spiral, a knock on the door, silverware, a platter, a giant bouquet of red roses. Fresh. Sweetly scented. Magnificent. And then a folded letter: ‘To my Goddess, You will never go without. I couldn't tell you, I had to leave, but it’s all for you, you will understand. Wait for me. Yours, John.’

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my-mt-heart · 3 years ago

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Melissa's loyalty and Carol's journey have been sacrificed, to bring Rick and Michonne's story back to life. Once Andy and Danai became available, I think it became an "either/or" situation for Gimple and amc and the most layered character played by the most talented actor they employed lost out in favor of two actors who willingly left the show years ago. A continuation of Caryl's story, a story beloved by so many, a story about the longest running relationship the show ever had, a story that was more beautiful than anything else they ever gave us, a story that was promised to us for 3 years and a story that is 1,000% UNFINISHED was shelved in favor of picking back up Richonne's story. I'm sorry, but that pisses me off. Imagine being Melissa and having to appear in front of cameras and a live audience for the people who took away something she loves so much and poured her entire heart and soul into. Imagine what she was feeling when she had to listen to Norman lying about how their story "wasn't over," while she couldn't contradict that or speak for herself. Imagine how it hurt to see so many people being celebrated with new shows and promises of so much to come. Whether she appeared at SDCC out of a contract obligation or because she wanted to say thank you to her fans, she is one fierce and strong woman to endure all that. We know those situations are hard for her but she did it with a graceful vulnerability and a smile on her face. If we ever see Carol again down the road, it will be nothing more than a consolation prize. A 12 year journey of the most amazing character whose story has been sidelined and jettisoned far too many times to count is once again nothing more than expendable. We shouldn't be surprised. We should be furious.

I think the Richonne spinoff is what's helping AMC clean up the mess that's been made and the only project it's stepping on is the Daryl spinoff. Without Carol and without the suspense of seeing Rick again, what's the draw? The fast walkers? The Eiffel Tower? Audiences care about characters the most, not the gimmicks.

But anyway, yes it still sucks a lot that we're missing out on a continuation of Caryl's story. While I like Richonne, Caryl has a lot more emotional depth that would fun to explore in a more centralized way.

Whatever Melissa's emotional experience has been this year, I'm super grateful for her committing the time. Strong and fierce indeed.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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floraltypes · 4 years ago

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50. w pete davidson please :)) <33

pairing - pete davison x reader

request prompt - “putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up”

where to request - here!

an - thank you sm!! hope you enjoy this :)

Visiting the city of love, Paris, France, was always a lovely opportunity. It was a beautiful place filled with many cafes and a new way of life you’ve been accustomed to since a child. Despite your grandparents not living in Paris, they did live in France and although the main reason of travel was to come and see them, sometimes it was nice to get out on your own and with the extra guest you brought along.

Pete was always a annoying man to travel with, constantly poking you on the plane as you tried to read a new book purchased. He would then lean over to place a few kisses on your cheeks even with you trying to shoo him away, wanting to focus on the lines you needed to memorize at hand. He was always messing, teasing, distracting you, surprisingly he became randomly needed as your boyfriend.

Fixing the hat that was now adorning your head, you took a step out onto the balcony over looking the Eiffel Tower. It was a beautiful spot, filling your heart up with joy as the wind brushed against your cheek and lifting your skirt up in the slightest. leaning over the railing, you peered down at the tourists travelling around with cameras snapping every angle, eventually being lost among many others. Most times you enjoyed just relishing in the moment, deciding to save photographs for certain moments, not every moment.

Pete walked out with some odd pants and a shirt showcasing his love for some old band, he leaned up against the same railing besides you, keeping his glare on you despite you not returning it.

“What?” You questioned, pushing yourself off a bit as he now walked a few steps over, kissing your forehead to then look out onto the view.

“I’m just confused,” He shrugged, scratching his head.

“Confused?”

“I never saw myself as the guy to go to some romancy city like this with a girl like you. It confuses me how much I’ve changed.”

“I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying this, this is a perfect distance to spill buckets of water down and get people wet,” His silly smile was back being placed on his lips as you rapidly grabbed his arm, stopping him from rushing into the bathroom to follow through with his plan.

“We’ll get kicked out,” You reminded him. “And I like our stay, I don’t want to have to leave so soon.”

“Fine,” He groaned. “I might go look at some shops, see if I can find a cool bar.”

“Be smart, you’re still a celebrity, despite being in a different country.” You reminded him, shaking your head at his forgetfulness.

When your acting career was first taking off, you’d done a few projects in French that grew popular before moving to the Untied States to further your career. Whenever traveling back to your home country, paparazzi always seemed to know when you traveling and the general area you were at, leading to people being even more on the lookout.

With the recent publicity and rumors flying around about you and Pete’s relationship, that would mean that people would even be on the lookout for him. You’d just seen a article last night regarding how you both took the same plane to travel to the same area. It made you want to sink into your bed on the spot, wishing for one vacation that truly was one, not having to worry about people bombarding you.

“I know,” He hummed, now switching around your grips so that he could grab you, leading you to the couch near the balcony and the both of you plopping down on top of it. “Let’s just stay like this,” He mumbles, already shutting his eyes and discarding the past idea.

The door was open, wind flowing inside that the curtains fluttered around, your cheek was lying on his clothed chest as his hand was looped around your back, drawing little patterns into your skin with his fingers. It felt like a sentimental moment in a movie, being with the one you love, sharing a special moment in a breathtaking place.

“I wanted to go to the cafe today,” You finally lift your head up after a few moments. “I told you that earlier.”

“We are still staying for another day,” His eyes stayed shut, imagining the way your eyes would peer up at him with a slight teasing glance, or how your lips would stay open for a few moments, possibly taking in his own feature, a smirk now creeping up onto his lips. “Stay here with me.”

“So needy,” You giggle, trying to remove yourself from him as his grip tightens. “Hey!”

“Do we need to? I’m worn out from all the jokes I came up with at the bar last night.”

“You were in the limelight,” You remember, thinking back to how so many laughs erupted from the crowd, old friends overjoyed to meet the friend you brought and to see how friendly he really is. “But, you said you wanted to do some things today anyways. Go find a new bar? A new shop?”

“Not anymore,” He shook his head, finally opening his eyes. Getting tired of staying in the spot, you try to separate from him once again, rolling over and before you can catch yourself, right onto the floor. “You look kind of stupid right now,” Pete laughs before you roll your eyes and stand up. Once again fixing your hat and outfit before going to the dresser near the door, picking up your bag and glasses.

“I’m leaving,” You announce at the door as he sits up, remote now in hand, glancing over and patting the seat besides him.

“Don’t you want to listen to how I sound translated? Who voices me in French?”

“No thanks,” You wave a quick goodbye and shut the door, clutching hotel key and phone in hand while your bag hangs at your shoulder. Heading down the few flights of steps, you eventually make it to the outside where crowds of people move left and right, bikes all around, and few vehicles.

The cafe was a short walk from your hotel, admiring all the other civilians who went on to enjoy the little things about this new country, finding beauty in things that people who lived in France normally wouldn’t.

Walking into the shop, you adored the floral decoration and bubbling customers, sipping on their expensive drinks with a extra shimmer in their eyes. Immediately your eyes drifted to a photo of you with the staff, a signature in the corner resembling your own, all of the people being featured huddled together with huge grins on their features.

A small, round table was situated in the back, calling your name with a bit of a creaky chair. Sitting down and placing your bag besides you, you shoved the key in your pocket and placed your phone onto the table, reaching for the menu. Soon enough a waitress came, listening happily while you asked for the drink of your choice.

Glancing down at your phone before grabbing your script, you learned many texts adorned your screen, specifically one from your boyfriend. Sighing you swiped to the app allowing you to read it, learning of his boredom and eagerness. Typing a quick reply, you fully moved your phone to the bag and received your ordered drink, diving into learning more lines and indulging in the liquid treat.

After what felt like a short amount of time, you’re senses were heightened with a unexpected tap to your shoulder. Fear collected within you, worried that your safe and quiet sanctuary at the moment would soon be disrupted. Or worse, a creepy man came to creep and peer.

Taking a small breath and turning your head in the slightest, you were met with a much more comforting figure letting a childish grin break out on his face. He scratched the side of his head before placing a short kiss on the side of your head and taking a seat across from you.

“Neat, fancy, reminds me of you,” Pete commented, looking around at the cafe like it was a castle from a fairytale that had come to life. “Really nice, better than that bar I went to.”

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, holding your chest as now you thought about how wise it was to dismiss all bodyguards for the day. “You scared me half to death!”

“Would you of liked me to yell your name?”

“Yell my name?” You repeated, cocking your head to show confusion, as he stole your drink and took a sip, making a face of disgust.

“That shit doesn’t taste that good,” He put it back down, pointing to it and shaking his head. “But, yeah. Yell your name, you know?” He cleared his throat, standing up, and soon made his voice louder, yelling, “Y/n! Y/n where-”

Your hand quickly covered his mouth, shutting up his yells and allowed whispers from onlookers to began, letting their attention land on the both of you. Your eyes were humorously large, a hand covering your mouth and his, before grabbing your things and muttering apologies as you packed your items. Placing her money on the counter and yanking Pete’s arm, you both exited the cafe.

“What was that?” You questioned once outside, taking a breath of the cool air. “I- you-”

“Just because we are more known, we should still be able to have fun,” He shrugged, taking your hand and stealing the bag that decorated your shoulder to hang on his. “Smile!”

He pulled out his phone, hand outstretched to a further length to allow both you and him to pop up in the screen. His grin was wide, bag swinging on his shoulder, and his other hand poking your arm. You looked at him, shaking your head, before having a small chuckle and letting a smile take over your features as well.

“Cheese,” You laughed, as he took the little photo, beaming at it when he brought his phone down to catch a peak at the finishing product.

“Great! Let’s go and do some of the cheesy couple stuff, you know, pictures, matching outfits…”

“Matching outfits, gosh, France really changes a man.”

“We could get ones that say like ‘his bitch’ ‘her bitch’ funny ones!”

“I don’t know…”

Though you both had differences, it was the love you held for each other that was the same. The love of funny pictures, little smiles, warm embraces, loud laughs, and so much more. Both of you thought as yourself as a different type of partners, but in the end you really were just a cheesy couple.

(pete davidson masterlist)

#pete davidson fanfiction #pete davidson #pete x y/n #pete x reader #pete x you #pete davidson x y/n #pete davidson x reader

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