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arrowofcarnations · 9 months

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O'Knutzy Week Day Three!!!

The third part of my little Cubs-at-Hogwarts AU. Characters belong to @lumosinlove! This was written for @oknutzyweek2023 :)

tw: alcohol (no drunkenness)

Day 3: Dance (A4)

“It’s bad.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“No, it is, Finn, it’s—quel est le mot, Leo?”

“Hideous?”

“Oui, hideous.”

Logan grimaced at his reflection in the floor-length mirror. The dress robes had been worn by his father for one formal event or another during his school days, but they might as well have belonged to some distant Tremblay ancestor; they were loudly out of fashion, all lace and frills and an exaggeratedly wide collar.

Logan was not fucking wearing these to the Yule Ball.

“I’ll just go in my uniform,” he said, making his mind up as he turned away from the sight of himself. Leo was shaking his head, a sympathetic frown on his face.

“You’ll be so underdressed, you’ll stick out anyway.”

“Non, my formal uniform. The ones we had on when we got here.” He glanced at the open wardrobe, where a glimpse of pale blue silk could be seen. He could stand to wear that again. He wouldn’t be laughed out of Hogwarts, at least.

“You’ll get in trouble. You heard the teachers—dress robes required.”

Logan made a sound of frustration; he knew Leo was right, but he needed a solution. One that didn’t involve him looking (and smelling) like his great-great-grandfather Jean Claude. He turned pleading eyes to Finn, who looked like he was doing his level best not to burst out laughing. Logan scowled at him. “Fuck you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” But a laugh tumbled out of Finn the second he opened his mouth. A smile tugged at the corners of Leo’s mouth as Finn covered his own.

“I’m going to find a dragon from the first task and get it to kill you both.”

Leo patted Logan on the back. “I’ll just charm it again,” he said with a smug grin that was, annoyingly, cute. Logan had been in awe of him that day, watching from the sidelines as Leo lulled the dragon into a state of such peaceful calm that it just let him take the egg. Judging by the expression on Finn’s face as he watched beside him, Logan guessed he hadn’t been the only one.

The spellwork had been beautiful. Leo had been beautiful. He was beautiful all the time, slumped over half-asleep at breakfast and catching his breath after a training session and winking at him with that smile as they snuck around the castle after dark, and it was driving Logan to distraction.

He watched Leo’s gaze fall to the ruffles obstructing his neck and chest and was pulled back to his present predicament. “I’m not going. I’ll say I’m sick.”

“And abandon me and Le like that?” Finn was teasing, but Logan had to swallow the no in his throat anyway. He would take every stolen second he got with them. He hadn’t forgotten how temporary all this was; sometimes it felt like a clock was levitating above his head, ticking down the time until he got on the boat back to France, Leo went back to America, and Finn stayed here, waving them goodbye. Would they miss him? Would they stay in touch? Logan didn’t want to think about it if the answer was no.

Finn must’ve seen something on his face because his expression softened. “Right, look. Give me your robes. I transfigured a Slytherin bloke’s jumper into a bikini once—can’t be too much harder to turn this into something you can wear.”

Logan looked at him skeptically. “The ball is in three days.”

Finn took him by the shoulders and smiled reassuringly. Logan’s eyes darted to the freckle on his upper lip he’d wanted to kiss for weeks now before he caught himself and looked back up. “Then it’ll be fixed in three days,” Finn said. Then he gave Logan’s shoulders a gentle shake. “Come on, Tremblay, have a little faith. Yeah?”

Logan smiled despite himself. “Yeah.”

Finn shook him harder. “Yeah?”

“Yes, okay, get the fuck off me,” Logan laughed, shoving him. Leo laughed, too, and Logan grinned at him as he started undoing his bowtie, eager to get back into normal clothes.

•

Between classes, homework, and mandatory pre-ball dance lessons with their respective schoolmates, Leo felt like he hardly saw Finn or Logan the rest of the week. Now he stood in the room he’d been sleeping in for the past few months, messing with his hair and thinking about a certain redhead and brunette.

He wondered if the lessons also made them want to be trampled by a hippogriff. He wondered if Finn had cracked Logan’s outfit problem. He wondered if Logan would let him stand too close during The Weird Sisters’ performance, and he wondered if Finn would hold his hand like he did last week running through the halls, honey-brown eyes aglow as he leaned in and…and—

“Earth to Knutty,” came Kasey’s voice, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You ready, or do you need more time to stare at yourself?”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Leo said, turning around. Kasey looked classically handsome in his black dress robes and white bowtie, hair half up in a ponytail and so effortlessly perfect Leo would swear on his mama’s gumbo that he’d charmed it to stay that way. “You look good.”

“Thanks. So do you.” Kasey gestured to Leo’s dress robes—deep blue with a cranberry red bowtie, reflecting Ilvermorny’s colors. He’d had to learn how to charm an extra inch of fabric onto the bottom of the trousers after trying them on for the first time since last summer, but everything was fitting well now. “Trying to impress O’Hara?”

Leo felt heat rise in his cheeks. “I could ask you the same thing,” he countered. He’d definitely taken note of how much time Kasey had been spending with Finn’s older brother, Alex. He was pretty sure they’d even gone for drinks in Hogsmeade together last weekend.

Kasey opened his mouth, closed it, then laughed. “Touché. So it is Finn you’ve been daydreaming about, then?”

“...Some of the time.”

“Oh? Oh, Tremblay, too, huh? That’s what his sister thought. Guess I owe her a galleon.”

“Do you, Alex and Noelle spend all your free time gossiping about us?”

Kasey shrugged as he led the way out of the guest dorms and down the steep stone staircase. “Sometimes we talk about quidditch. Come on, rookie, you’re going to be late.”

The Great Hall had outdone itself for the occasion. Gone were the long tables Leo had come to know, replaced by smaller round ones lit by flickering lanterns on either side of the large dance floor. Leo gaped up at the charmed ceiling—it looked just like the night sky over his porch back home, perfectly clear and studded with countless stars—and his eyes followed the strands of festive mistletoe and ivy that crossed it in every which way, ending on the walls covered in a silver frost that almost made him shiver instinctively.

It was breathtaking. And all of it paled in comparison to the two boys who’d just walked through the doors.

Logan came into view first, gorgeous in a set of forest green dress robes that made his eyes almost otherworldly. From the outside, he looked calm and confident, but Leo could see him fiddling with his cuffs and scanning the room for a friendly face. A moment later, Finn strode in and met him, wearing dress robes in the Gryffindor red and gold that Leo always loved on him. Finn leaned in and whispered something in Logan’s ear that made him laugh, then saw Leo and beamed, waving him over. Leo’s heart leapt.

He’d already taken a few steps toward them before he turned around and shot an apologetic look at Kasey. “Uh, I’m—”

Kasey smiled knowingly and waved him off. “Have fun.”

There were about a hundred things Leo wanted to say to the two of them,, but once he’d reached them, all that came out was “Hi.”

Logan smiled at him like he’d said the right thing anyway. “Bonjour, Knutty.”

Finn let out a low whistle, looking Leo up and down, then Logan. “Can I just state for the record—we clean up nice.”

“Thanks to you,” Logan said, gesturing to his own outfit. “How are these the same robes?”

Finn threw an arm around Logan’s shoulders, then Leo’s, herding them over toward the drinks table. “It was nothing, mon cherry.”

“Chéri,” Leo laughed, falling into step with them. “And don’t go throwin’ that one around. Unless you want half the school to think you’re their boyfriend, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

“Ah shit, you heard that one?”

“Yeah, I heard that one.”

Finn’s arm lingered around him just a moment too long once they’d reached the burbling fountain of pumpkin juice; Leo could still feel the warmth of it even after Finn took it back to grab them a trio of silver goblets and start ladling liquid into each one. The crooked-grin-cheeky-wink combo Finn gave him as he handed him his drink hit him harder than any jelly-legs jinx ever had.

He handed a drink to Logan, too, then held his own up between them. “Right, boys. Cheers to…?”

“The flask of whiskey in your pocket,” Logan said, glancing down at Finn’s robes pointedly.

“Sure I’m not just happy to see you?” Finn fired back, batting his eyelashes.

Logan scoffed, but Leo saw the color rise on his cheeks a little. “Rude not to share.”

“I’m gonna. Not yet—wait ‘til the teachers get distracted later on.”

“Cheers to sharing,” Leo offered, raising his cup. “And to us, surviving this crazy fucking year.”

Finn’s whole face lit up at that. “Cheers to us,” he declared. “Sláinte.” They knocked their cups together and drank.

•

For a school-sanctioned event that required waltzing and dress robes, it was a decently fun time, in Finn's opinion. As champions, he, Logan and Leo were asked to perform the first dance with their dates. Dates was a very loose term this year, though: Logan danced with his sister, Noelle, who'd been popping in regularly since the fall to cover the tournament for The Daily Prophet; Leo danced with one of his classmates, a girl with hair the color of candy floss who must've been a foot shorter than him; and Finn had had fun twirling his friend June around the dance floor.

"I think that one's jealous," she'd muttered, nodding toward Logan. Finn looked over her shoulder as they turned and found Logan's eyes already on him, but they quickly flicked back to Noelle. He found himself craving more of that green. More Logan. And he wanted more blue, more Leo, just as much. Fuck.

"I mean, you're looking good, Carter, can you blame him?" She did, dark hair plaited elegantly around a high bun and swathed in robes of deep purple. Their fourth-year romance may have only lasted a whopping two weeks (on account of June realizing she only fancied girls), but Finn had eyes.

June just looked at him like he was thick. "Not of you," she said. He knew that tone, that expression; he'd regularly been on the receiving end of it for almost seven years now. She was waiting for him to catch up to something obvious.

"Wait. Of—you? So, like..."

Her gold filigree earrings swung in tempo as she nodded. He twirled her out toward the onlookers, then pulled her back in, moving through the steps they'd all practiced dozens of times by now.

"Well? Do you like him back? Reckon so, you're with him and Knut, like, all the time."

"Not all the time," Finn protested. He didn't say anything else for a moment, but she had a way of waiting him out. "I do like him. And Leo."

Her brown eyes went a bit wider at that. "Oh, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Aw, that's cute!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" she said, squeezing his shoulder and smiling. "I mean, they're both trying to steal Gryff's glory, so not everybody's gonna love it, but who cares? Also, Blondie definitely also likes you."

The dance came to a close, they all bowed and curtsied politely amidst the applause, and the ball was officially in progress. Finn and June weaved their way off the dance floor as it started to fill.

Finn fiddled with his clothes until June knocked her shoulder into his. "They feel the same, Fish. Just go talk to them. Or skip straight to snogging, that's fine, too."

Heat immediately crept up his cheeks as he considered it. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd fantasized about doing just that—laughing in the kitchens after dark, studying in the library, sitting close together on his favorite sofa in the Gryffindor common room as the fireplace gently roared—but it seemed closer to real, now, like something he could actually do.

"You think it'd work? Without one or both of them decking me, I mean." So many what-ifs raced through his mind, and the possibility of losing them as friends sat like a stone in his stomach.

She just smiled and shrugged. "Never know until you try. But I do know that Logan's sister's already ditched him for Talker, so you'd better go get him before the truly mad number of people making heart-eyes at him take their chances."

"What'll you do?"

"Go snog Amy, obviously."

"Obviously. Right, you're the worst, love you, see you later."

"You're a bloody idiot, love you too, bye."

•

The ball wasn't as torturous as Logan thought it'd be. The Weird Sisters were playing their hearts out. He'd only had to gently turn down two girls who'd asked him to dance—one shyly, one so boldly it'd made him blush. He liked to dance when it was with people he knew, and he did, with Nolly and Saint and a semi-reluctant Luke, but Luke spent most of the time dancing with-with Saint, and his sister beamed like the sun when Thomas swept her away.

He was happy for all of them. And it made his urge to be next to Leo and Finn again all the sharper.

It wasn't hard to find Leo, tall as he was. They spent a while toward the front of the room, searching for the best snacks, and danced next to each other for a couple of the faster songs, which wasn't the same as what the couples were doing but was fun. It was enough, more than enough, if that was all Leo wanted it to be.

Every time one of them looked around for Finn, he seemed to get pulled into a dance or conversation with someone else, but finally, he locked eyes with them and made a determined beeline to their spot on the edge of the dance floor.

"Hi. Merlin's tits, that took ages."

"You're friends with everyone, aren't you?" Leo laughed.

Finn shrugged, grinning a little. Logan could look at his smile forever. It scared the shit out of him.

"Your date looks nice," he said before he could help it.

Finn's expression turned a little...Logan didn't know what. Curious, maybe. Leo was eyeing him, too, and he wished he could shove the words back in his mouth but here they were. "June's a stunner, yeah. She's a lesbian with a girlfriend, though, sorry to rain on your parade."

"Quoi? Non, I wasn't—I don't like her." Finn's eyebrows raised; fucking hell, this was coming out all wrong. "I thought you liked her, maybe."

"Oh, as a baby fourth year I absolutely did. But, nah, she's like family now."

The flames of jealousy that had been licking at Logan's heels all night sputtered out.

Finn cleared his throat, then added, "Plus, I...like someone else."

Logan's stomach dropped to his shoes. "Oh?"

But Finn gave him a significant look, then looked at Leo the same way. "Someones. I like...someones."

Logan admired a lot of things about Finn: his big heart, his willingness to trust the world, the way he took care of people. But looking at him now under the shimmering silver lights, he thought the thing he admired most about him was his bravery.

"Me, too," he said around his dry throat.

Leo's eyebrows pitched up as he looked between them with a disbelieving smile. "Yes," he said, voice hushed like if he said it any louder, everything would vanish in a poof of smoke. Logan understood.

They stood like that for who knew how long—seconds? Hours?—just grinning at each other like they'd won something bigger than the tournament. Then Logan had the sense to steer them out of the Great Hall, the massive doors shutting out the party behind them.

It was blessedly quiet in the hallway, and Logan was grateful for it and the privacy. He reached into Finn’s robes—Finn spluttered, eyebrows practically disappearing in his hairline—and retrieved the flask, taking swig and passing it to Leo, who took a long pull himself before returning it to Finn. The band was muffled, but they all heard the song change as Finn swallowed his own mouthful of fiery liquor—a slower love song started up.

"Oh, I love this one," Leo said, but he didn't seem to want to go back inside.

Finn held out his hands—one to Leo, one to Logan. "Dance with me?"

It startled a laugh out of Logan. "Here?"

"Why not? I'd dance with you both in there, too, but I know you don't like being gawked at."

It did something funny to Logan's chest that Finn knew that about him already, that he'd said it matter-of-factly like there was no chance he'd gotten it wrong.

"What do you say, Frenchie, wanna fraternize with the enemy?"

Logan cocked an eyebrow at him, but he was already taking his and Leo's hands in his own and pulling them closer. "Is that what you call it?"

Finn's laugh was the sweetest music.

#o'knutzyweek 2023 #my fic #o’knutzy

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unpassive-viewer · 4 months

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Mike Flanagan and My Favourite Costumes in TV (spoilers for Haunting of Hill House)

I won't do a full write-up today, but I want to say how obsessed I am with the Mike Flanagan shows on Netflix and their costume and set designers.

In Haunting of Hill House we know which family member is in the throes of the house because where most of them wear blue, one will always be wearing deep red.

In Fall of the House of Usher (which I am admittedly not done yet) we see a lot of the character's personalities through their clothing (or more specifically their sexual proclivities). Prospero wears almost no clothes for his scenes. Camille wears a mix of cheap clothing from instagram ads and designer like Bulgari, always with some sort of bondage wear. Leo dresses like a douche frat boy. Tamerlane dresses like an unassuming beige-coded white woman. Victorine I think is the only one who wears actual colour.

In Midnight Mass we learn about Father Paul through his changes of robes.

Fashion is oddly an actual plot point of Haunting of Bly Manor.

The sets always give away things about the characters as well (if you watch the final scenes of Haunting of Hill House, there are red set dressings in each of the kids' scenes - none of them actually made it out of the house). It's all so well thought out.

To me, nothing is better than a good haunted house story. These shows brought one of my favourite sub-genres to life. I haven't seen the Midnight Club yet because admittedly I found the script of the first episode insanely cringe, but I need to complete the Mike Flanagan marathon over my holiday.

#haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #mike flanagan #flanaverse #the midnight club #the fall of the house of usher #midnight mass

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pbear · 6 months

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Yugioh OC Week Day 3: Deck - Part 1

This is a continuation from Renee’s introduction

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"I'll take you on!" Luke pointed an accusing finger at Renee.

"No, I can handle it!" Romin chimed in, stepping in front of him.

"I volunteered first!" Luke pushed back, sending both of them into an argument.

"I literally don't care," Renee said, unamused at their bickering, "How about you, purple boy?" She looked at Gakuto.

"I'll take you on," He agreed to which a wide smile spread across the girl's face.

"You don't want to duel me?" Yuga pointed at himself.

"I'm sure Neil would rather have you duel him so I'll leave you alone." Renee hooked her duel disk and so did Gakuto.

"Rush Duel!" Romin and Luke settled down upon hearing the two start and focused their attention on the duel.

"I'll start this off by summoning Starlit Leo, La Luna, and Sirius the Stellar Wolf," Renee began, "Then, I send La Luna to the Graveyard to Tribute Summon Nova Knight! I set a card and end my turn."

"I draw!" Gakuto started, "I summon Crying Moon Rabbit, Ancient Turtle Protector, and Masaki the Legendary Samurai. Now, I tribute Crying Moon Rabbit and Ancient Turtle Protector! Come forth, Kimeruler the Dark Raider!"

"Very impressive," Renee mused.

"It will be once Kimeruler attacks. I set a card and then Kimeruler will take out your Nova Knight!"

Renee: 3300

"And then Masaki attacks Starlit Leo!" Renee winced as her monster got destroyed.

Renee: 2800

"I end my turn."

"My turn then," Renee drew her cards, "First, I'll summon Starlight Spirit and Pyxis, Heaven's Compass. Pyxis' effect activates when I have three Light monsters on my field. I draw one card." She presented the card to Gakuto: the spell Constellation Barrage.

"Since I drew a spell card, I'm allowed to draw another card." Looking at her new card, a slight smile crossed her face and something lit up in her eyes. "Okay, I send Pyxis and Starlight Spirit to the Graveyard for a Tribute Summon! Weave and dance under the night sky and cast a truly illuminating spell! Starmight Sorciere!" The four kids stared up at her ace monster, a slender sorceress dressed in robes that resembled the night sky. Her white hair emitted a faint glow from under a large witch's hat and she waved a silver scepter through the air in one hand.

"Then, I also summon Astronomer's Apprentice. Next, I use the spell card Constellation Barrage. All Light monsters on my field gain 300 ATK and you take 300 damage for each Light monster on my field as well."

Gakuto: 3100

"I set a card facedown and then activate Starmight Sorciere's effect. I send the Level 5 Nova Knight in my hand to the Graveyard and then Starmight Sorciere gains 200 ATK times that monster's level. Plus, your Kimeruler will lose the same amount of ATK. Stellar Surge!" A shining aura enveloped the two monsters, boosting Renee's and draining Gakuto's.

"With 3300 ATK, Starmight Sorciere attacks Kimeruler! Dancing Constellation!" A matrix of stars shot from the sorceress' staff, entangling Gakuto's monster.

"I use a trap!" The boy countered, "Lucky Mask of Omens gives Kimeruler ATK equal to 100 times his level."

Gakuto: 2100

"Sirius the Stellar Wolf goes after Masaki the Legendary Samurai but they both have 1500 ATK so they're both destroyed."

"Why would you do that?" Gakuto asked after the simultaneous destruction.

"To do this," Renee replied, "Astronomer's Apprentice attacks directly!"

Gakuto: 1300

"I end my turn," Renee grumbled.

"Disappointed?" Gakuto noticed, "I draw! I summon two Nandes the Fire Awakeners. Then, I tribute both of them! Yamiruler the Dark Delayer!" The commanding warrior stood tall over the battlefield.

"I use Yamiruler's effect and change him to defense position so that you can't tribute summon any Level 7 or higher monsters next turn."

"That's quite the effect," Renee responded but didn't appear too phased by the situation.

"Then, since I have Yamiruler on my field, I can Special Summon this monster from my hand. Yamiluna the Dark Supporter!" Renee did pause at the appearance of another Level 8 monster.

"Yamiluna's effect changes Yamiruler back to attack position and he gains 500 ATK. I set a card and then Yamiruler attacks Starmight Sorciere!"

"I use a trap," Renee reacted, "Starmight Unite gives my monsters 500 ATK for each monster on your field." Yamiruler's attack was deflected by Starmight Sorciere's staff before she shot a beam of light at him.

Gakuto: 1000

"Yamiluna can still attack Astronomer's Apprentice though."

Renee: 2100

"I end my turn." Renee saw him grit his teeth as she began her turn. This would be over soon.

"I'll start by activating the spell Five-Point Beam. I send a Light monster in my hand to the Graveyard to destroy your set card." A star-shaped beam pierced the facedown.

"Then, I use Starmight Sorciere's effect again by sending Level 8 Starmight Asteroid Queen to the Graveyard. Stellar Surge! My monster will gain 1600 ATK while Yamiluna loses 1600 ATK." Renee met Gakuto's eyes, both of them with the realization that it was over. "Starmight Sorciere, attack Yamiluna the Dark Supporter!" A bright light filled the tunnel.

Gakuto: 0

"You did good, I will admit." Renee stood victorious as a penalty was inflicted on Yuga and his friends. "We should do it again sometime." Just as quickly as she had emerged before them, she skipped off, leaving the four alone in the Garden of Providence.

@ygoc-week

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A breakdown of Renee's cards is under the cut, including some she didn't use in this duel. It's kind of a lot.

Monsters

Sirius the Stellar Wolf: Level 4/ATK 1500/DEF 0/Beast/LIGHT

La Luna: Level 1/ATK 200/DEF 200/Fairy/LIGHT

Starlit Leo: Level 3/ATK 1000/DEF 400/Beast/LIGHT

Astronomer’s Apprentice: Level 2/ATK 800/DEF 500/Fairy/LIGHT

Starlight Spirit: Level 3/ATK 1200/DEF 500/Spellcaster/LIGHT

Requirement: If there are 6 or more LIGHT monsters in your Graveyard, you can send this face-up card you control to the Graveyard

Effect: Special Summon 1 LIGHT monster (Level 5 or higher) from your hand

Pyxis, Heaven’s Compass: Level 1/ATK 100/DEF 100/Machine/LIGHT

Requirement: If you control 3 LIGHT monsters

Effect: Draw 1 card and if it’s a spell, draw 1 more

Nova Knight: Level 5/ATK 1800/DEF 1000/Warrior/LIGHT

Starmight Sorciere (her ace): Level 7/ATK 2300/DEF 1600/Spellcaster/LIGHT

Requirement: Send 1 LIGHT monster from your hand to the Graveyard

Effect: All your monsters gain ATK equal to that monster’s level x 200. One of your opponent’s monsters loses the same amount of ATK

Starmight Asteroid Queen: Level 8/ATK 2700/DEF 2000/Spellcaster/LIGHT

Requirement: Send the top card of your deck to the Graveyard

Effect: Destroy all monsters on the field whose level is lower than the number of LIGHT monsters in your Graveyard

Maximum monster: Milky Way Wyvern: Level 10/ATK 3900/DEF 0/Dragon/LIGHT

Part 1: Level 3/ATK 900/DEF 0/Dragon/LIGHT

Requirement: Maximum Mode

Effect: This card is unaffected by monster effects

Part 2: Level 3/ATK 1000/DEF 0/Dragon/LIGHT

Requirement: Maximum Mode: Send 1 LIGHT monster from your hand to the Graveyard

Effect: Destroy 1 card in your opponent’s hand

Part 3: Level 10/ATK 2000/DEF 0/Dragon/LIGHT

Requirement: Maximum Mode: Send 1 card from your hand to the Graveyard

Effect: Choose 1 face-up monster your opponent controls (Level 8 or lower) and make its original attack 0

Fusion monster: Polaris, North Star Captain

“La Luna” + “Pyxis, Heaven’s Compass”

Level 7/ATK 2500/DEF 1000/Warrior/LIGHT

Requirement: Shuffle 1 monster (Level 2 or lower) from your Graveyard into the deck

Effect: This monster gains attack equal to the levels of all your opponent’s monsters x 100 until the end of the turn

Spells

Constellation Barrage

Requirement: None

Effect: All Light monsters on your field gain 300 ATK and then deal 300 damage to your opponent for every Light monster on your field.

Five-Point Beam

Requirement: Send 1 LIGHT monster from your hand to the Graveyard

Effect: Destroy 1 Spell/Trap on your opponent’s field

Traps

Trick of the Light

Requirement: When your opponent targets one of your LIGHT monsters for an attack, shuffle 1 LIGHT monster in your Graveyard into the deck

Effect: Negate the attack

Starmight Unite

Requirement: When your opponent attacks while you control a Level 7 or higher LIGHT Spellcaster monster

Effect: All LIGHT monsters on your field gain 500 ATK for each monster on your opponent’s field

#Sorry I was too lazy to look up Gakuto’s summoning chants #yugioh oc week #yugioh oc #renee ascella #yugioh #yugioh sevens #my writing

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Utopian dawn

Cw: masturbation (male doing it), food play, praise kink, reader-chan a certified freak and I love it (not me getting carried away) ,title use like ma'am good boy reader san is a vixen, blow job, fluff so much fluff that it hurts my soul, Leonard doesn’t skip his meals (you included 😜), reader-chan’s friends are so cool, reader-chan is sneaky

Pet names such as honey, baby, dear, precious, vixen, my dirty girl and sweetie

wc: 4987

cs: I forgot about this series sorry for those who were waiting for it. Here it is!

gist: A blissful morning with her man seems like a dream come true but for how long?

Leonard took you to his place. He really took care of you as if you were made of crystal. It was not the first time he was acquainted with women that rocked their natural hair, so he had exactly what you needed. He carried you all the way back from the car up to his penthouse. After taking off your heels, your dress, your jewellery and dressing in silk pyjamas, you were put in a guest room and the final detail he added to your look was a satin bonnet. This man knows that item literally saves your hair!

Now, his night routine was much needed specifically after what happened in the backseat. Walking with an erection all the while trying to hide it is somewhat of a difficult task but he nailed it thanks to you. It was painful and he has to give into this one urge. He wants to take his time with you, watch you come undone under his touch, be the only one that makes you feel that way. He is a patient man so he will get what he desires. He went to the bathroom, discarded all of his clothes and admired his adonis-like body on that full length mirror he strategically placed in that room. He hopped in the shower making sure that he wouldn’t wet his hair. When he started washing his body suddenly all of his thoughts revolved around you, your sun kissed skin, your soft lips, how sweet you tasted and one thing led to another he started wanking to the thought of you. He just had to find his lube bottle he kept hidden for when things got a bit too hectic for his own taste. He reaches for the top place where he keeps all hair products he does not use very often and there it is. He squeezes out of the bottle an adequate amount of lube and works it on his shaft.

He somehow forgot how good it felt to masturbate but he also is a man that tends to enjoy having sex more than he appreciates solo sessions. Since it’s been quite some time, he leans on the wall. He knows that orgasms are intense and he is not risking falling in the bathtub because he was getting off! He doesn’t really moan that much, he’s trying to keep quiet. The bathroom is awfully close to the guest room where y/n is sleeping, if he slips up she could use it against him. He was so close to his orgasm and with one final stroke he came with an inaudible cry. He didn’t last that long either and it made him question what was wrong with him. Never in his whole life had he come that fast, that was the first time. Well, it was probably because he hasn’t been as sexually active as he used to due to his priorities. He put on lotion on his body, a lounging robe and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Today instead of cooking, he decided to settle for one of those microwavable dinners because he was a little spent from earlier. After eating, he read a little before going to bed. Before he decided to go to his room, he checked up on you to see if you were still asleep.

You slept fairly well but because your body was already used to waking up quite early you were up at 4 am. So you got up and you were a little bit astounded by your surroundings. You got up from the bed, sat on it. You’re not in your room, yes you dozed off when you were in Leo’s car and the obvious place it took you to is his, right. You’re currently wearing sleeping clothes, the dress you wore yesterday is on a chair, your shoes near the door and your bag is on top of the vanity. You stand up, walk towards that vanity and you also see that your earrings are on that table. Leo is a man that pays attention to detail, it makes you smile. You quietly stepped out of the room towards the kitchen because you needed some water in your system. Eventually, you did go through the whole place you are currently at and the last room left to check is where Leonard is deep asleep. You go there and surprisingly the door is not locked nor closed so you open it carefully and there he is, peacefully sleeping. He does look ethereal like this too, he’s shirtless and he is also wearing a satin bonnet. Ah, this man truly does know how to take care of his hair. As you’re observing him from a reasonable distance you start feeling a little bit needy and you would really like to be sleeping in his arms in the very same bed. But waking him up from his sleep wouldn’t be that nice of you, would it? So you leave his room cautiously and go back to your bed. You try to go back to sleep because there is still time before the sunrise.

Morning

A delicious smell tickles your nose waking you up but your stomach also lets you know it needs to be fed. He is probably making breakfast, you think. You get out of the bed and head directly to the bathroom located in the room. You get ready to meet your boo in the kitchen and there is also some perfume that is exactly the one you wore. You found body lotion bottles in the bathroom and you use those for your body. After leaving it to dry a little, you put on your underwear and do a little bit of active stretching to get your blood flowing. It lasts for five minutes. You put on a short olive body con dress that surprisingly fits you and you head towards the kitchen. There is your man ( finally saying it out loud, lord have mercy!! )

shirtless, in an apron with grey sweatpants ( this dude knows exactly what he is doing ). He also has a messy man bun, he is definitely a snack right now. You’re so happy that he is not only your sugar daddy but also your man, you’re smiling like an idiot just watching him doing his thing. So you go, hug him from behind which earns you a chuckle from this huge man.

“Ah honey, you’re already awake? Here I thought I could honour you with breakfast in bed! It will be for another time, okay?”

“It’s fine, there will be other occasions for you to do that!”

You kiss his back, this results in an inaudible noise from him and you leave him there. He follows up from that with “It will be ready in a few minutes, just sit at the table.”

From what you felt and heard, he visibly has a sensitive back to react like that. You will use that to your advantage. You leave him behind the stove where he is finishing that task and sit down on the table that is already set. The only thing missing from it is food. He did say it wouldn’t take long. You patiently wait for him to serve the second meal you’re sharing with him, this is his third one with you. ( 😉)

He serves breakfast and what he cooked looks really good. There’s salmon, spinach, two bread slices, a bowl of fruit salad, black coffee and homemade orange juice to start the day and yes he did cook all of this with spices (folks that don’t cook with spices I’m looking right at you 🤨 ). You’re greedily eyeing all of this good stuff, you can’t wait to taste this! Your stomach is also showing its impatience.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s appetising to get this much food early. I don’t cook for myself in the morning because I’m often running late but if it’s you doing it for me, I could get used to it!” and you wink at him. He exclaims “I am flattered to hear such compliments from you. It is my pleasure!”

You finished your meal and there you had a great idea to thank him for what he prepared. It was genuinely tasty and for you a simple thank you did not seem enough. So, you get up from the table and head towards the refrigerator. You open it, seeing a few contents and there is a spray whipped cream can. You take it out of the fridge, put it on the table and this draws attention from Leonard.

He declares “What is that for? Do you need something sweet? Would you like me to cook it for you, sweetie?”

You answer “Don’t worry about me, you don’t need to prepare food for me yet. I was wondering if you had maple syrup and where could it be?”

He adds “Ahh, you have a sweet tooth like that I’ll make some dessert later. Maple syrup is in the kitchen cabinet near the fridge above the kitchen aid appliance.”

Finally, you have both ingredients that you need to thank him now you need to muster up a little bit of courage to do it. You let him finish his meal and then you start walking slowly towards him. He isn’t a dim person, he already picked up on something you want to tell him but he will let you do it with a lil’ help maybe. “Baby”, he says “is there something bothering you? Can I help you out with it?” he expresses. You respond “I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. I am not used to being treated like this but I think that I am a lucky girl.” He smiles, gosh you can’t believe this dude is your man!?! Sometimes, you deadass gotta do a reality check to see if you’re not daydreaming. But you’re spacing out again, huh. “Precious”, he discloses “ I am highly pleased to be able to make you feel this way. It makes me proud to hear you’re being treated like the queen you are. And” he makes you sit on his lap “What is your way of thanking me because it sounds like you want to do something else than just saying it, my dirty girl!” he declares.

He has a point you do want to suck him off. He's been such a gentleman and he also hasn't gotten off in that way. You're going to make him lose his shit for this. You look at him and say “This Time” while kissing his neck “let me take care of you, just sit black relax and let me do the work.” He responds “Okay ma'am, your wish is my command!” You start with a slow trail of kisses from his face to his neck then insisting on his collarbone. He's not making much noise yet but you know he will later 🤫. You sit yourself right on top of his manhood and let him rest his hands on your waist. Sometimes, his hands do grip your backside a bit harder specifically when you are french kissing him. It's messy, needy, carnal and not enough because you still want more. You're so turned on that you start dry humping his visible bulge and it does feel extremely good but it isn't what you want to do. You stop rocking your hips back and forth on top of him and he also is a little disappointed by the sudden pause. “Why did you cease to move?” He says. You reassure him “Well it is now that I am going to properly thank you.” He is perpexled, he doesn't know what you mean but when you get on your knees in front of his crotch he does get what is going to happen. “Do I deserve this?” He questions. You tell him “You do and so much more but let me do this for the moment” You get really close to his manhood and pull down his grey sweatpants with his help. He's not huge, he's got a good girth, curve and you're pretty sure he knows how to work it. Hair down there is trimmed hum bonus point. And it looks ✨ so beautiful✨. You start slow with his semi hard dick in your hand, you pump it a few times all the while making eye contact. There is a light blush on his cheeks and his breathing has quickened but he looks delightful as always.

Come on I can do this, you tell yourself as you mentally prepare to engulf his shaft in your warm cavern. You have maple syrup and a can of spray whipped cream to help you blow his mind. First, you lick his sensitive head a few times whilst stroking his length as you eagerly watch his reaction. His eyes are closed for the moment but he is biting his lip, that’s a good sign. You keep going for a few minutes, he eventually opens his eyes and his pupils are blown wide. It’s a little scary at first but it probably is the effect arousal has upon his body. You smile and ask him

“Is everything okay?”

He hasn’t answered yet, is he doing well? You feel concerned, should you maybe stop what you’re doing? Then, you hear him utter

“Ffu-ck, don’t stop, it feels so good”.

Hmm, you have an articulate response about how you’re making him feel. Now onto the real deal, you massage his balls while keeping the same ministrations from earlier and you demand the following

“Honey, close your eyes.”

He replies “I will dear” And there you have now you can ultimately put your wicked plan to execution. You let go of his penis and grab the maple syrup bottle, uncap it and drizzle a little over his manhood. You don’t miss the hitch in his breath as well as the question that follows up “What was that?” he questions. You simply tell him “That’s part of my surprise for you now, wouldn’t you be a big boy and stop questioning me, huh?” to which he whispers a “ Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy”

This praise goes straight to his cock. You lick his tip slowly, circle it with your tongue. It’s going better than you had anticipated it. You gradually take him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth all the while you keep eye contact with him. He’s enjoying it so much, you also noticed that he is trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth. His fists are clenched, his heavy pants, you hear him say “Damn it, if you keep that up I will come.” in between his heaved breaths. It overwhelms you a little because now you grasp how much his voice affects you. Your underwear is soaked, you know that as soon as he comes you’ll have to excuse yourself to tend to your needs. You grab the spray can and shake it before you use it.

“Honey, you can now open your eyes.”

He has his eyes set on you, he finds that you look really good on your knees servicing him this way. It almost feels like a dream.

“Leo, tell me when you are going to come.”

He nods to signal you he heard what you said. You keep swallowing his length but now you also play with your bud because you really need it. It feels so good to be this nasty with him. The copious amount of drool, precum leaks from the corners of your mouth. It drips onto your dress but you don’t care. This is only about him, your pleasure at this moment does not matter. All sorts of wicked fantasies for him, even the most questionable ones. You let go of his shaft and start pumping it with your hand.

“You’re such a gentleman Leo, I think you deserve the best.”

“Th-aahh thank you, honey. I’m quite close”

“Ah, okay”

He observes your every move, the way you grabbed the spray can, how decorated his tip and also how joined your hands before you took him in your mouth again.

“Thank you for the meal!”

This time, you make the most obscene noises when you’re sucking him off. It feels so good, he thinks he could possibly go to heaven this way he wouldn’t mind it.

Then he shoots his load down your throat and you swear compared to all those times you gave someone head, this is the top tier come you have ever tasted. No wonder why he looks like that. Before you swallow it, you make sure that he is looking at you and you plunge your fingers inside your mouth, coating them nice and smooth. You lean back on your elbows in front of him, spread your legs, hike your dress up.You use your other hand to slide your panties to the side and smear that mixture on your kitty. You swallow it. He is so enthralled by the way your fingers go over your bud, that indecent squelch when you finger your cunny. You got him right where you want him.

“Thank you for the treat daddy, you know what you put in that body!” and you playfully wink at him.

With a full stomach (yep I had to), you take Leo’s hand and lead him to the couch. You push him onto the surface which leaves him startled but you just want to cuddle. So, you straddle his lap and sit on him.

“Let’s just stay just like this for a bit. I enjoy quality time this way a little more.”

“It's fine by me honey, whatever you desire”

Leonard put on some bossa nova on his speakers and you two stayed there. Just in your bubble. You hugged him tightly, kissed his neck juncture and sometimes bit it. That made him laugh a little

“What little vixen you are, didn’t you say you wanted to cuddle?”

You lift your face from the spot you were kissing and smile back at him.

“I am not doing anything, just cuddling right?”

His big hands caressed your back, your legs, your backside. Ocasionally he groped it and it made you feel good but you didn’t want to get worked up and have sex now. You just need a bit of comfort in his embrace. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, your shoulder, your collarbone. You crumble under his touch, you also want to kiss him but he doesn’t let you do it.

“Uh, uh, uh, honey. You have already done enough. Let me worship this gorgeous body of yours.”

He places wet kisses on your neck, leaves some hickeys, every now and then lightly biting your boobs. It felt really good to be in his arms like this protected, cherished and loved. You wished you could stay here the whole day but you know damn well that is not possible.

After that lovey dovey moment, Leonard was tidying up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and you had nothing better to do since he refused your help. You went to your room, you needed to contact your friends. You get your phone from your purse and look and decide to give them a call, this way you knew they wouldn’t refuse. Plus, you had all agreed that this was where you would keep them updated instead of texting them.

You: Wassup!!

The collective :Wassup!!

Marjorie: Guurl!! What happened? I thought you deadass decided to ghost us after you found him.

Theresa: Yeah same I know Y/n hella territorial

Bianca: Nah I think she way too whipped but we gotta let her spill the tea, right

The collective: Okurrr

You: So, we went to a super fancy place

The collective: uhm

Ate super well. He’s so hot! I’ll keep him for myself but you’ll meet him in due time I promise

Theresa: Liar

Bianca: Same

Marjorie: You not finna share. We know you, we ain’t gon bite though

You: He had a sugar baby contract you know in case I didn’t want to do some stuff

Bianca: Ooh, tell me more

Marjorie: Yes I'm interested

Theresa: Contract hold up sis, wait a damn minute. You mean to tell me you are working?!

You: No, not at all. It’s not like that

Marjorie: Then explain

You: Would you let me

Bianca and Theresa :She got a point sis

You: The contract stipulates things here and there for instance: if I don’t want to have sex with him, we can put it on the contract because it is a mutual agreement.

The collective: Ah, I get it .That’s clever

Bianca: I'm curious y/n. I want to know what he looks like. We all root for you but if you ever come back to us not being able to properly walk after spending some ‘quality time’ with your man. We won’t ask any questions.

Theresa: I’m with Bia on this one.

Marjorie is cackcling on her screen because she can’t believe what she has heard. As she steadies her breath she decides to talk

Marjorie: y’all better leave y/n alone. When she wants to show him, she will. I know she can handle anything that comes her way. But I gotta leave y’all, I have to go to the gym so see ya. Y/n don’t let him break you, I mean it. Bye bitches, stay bad!!

Bianca: Bye Rie, I also have to leave y’all in a bit. Have to get ready for this much needed dick appointment with my boo because work has been kicking my ass.

Theresa: See ya Rie, I have time on my watch I can stay. Y/n I’m here to tell you something important about your man please don’t leave before I let you know.

Bianca probably didn’t hear what Theresa said. Theresa is a special friend that you have, you can rely on her for pretty much everything. But, her psychic powers, more specifically her knowing how you are going to learn some things a few years, months, weeks, days, hours or even minutes before you do still does petrify you. She means no harm, she has already explained to you that she didn’t trust this back when she was a teenager.

Bianca leaves the call with a joyful bye and now you’re left with a dreadful silence before you decide to speak up.

You: Go ahead Theresa, I am ready to hear what you’re going to say.

Theresa: No, you’re not! First of all, I need you to sit down and to show it to me.

You execute what she said. You know you cannot lie to Theresa.

You: I’m listening.

Theresa: There’s a kid he deeply cares about. Your man. I am not saying he already has a kid but you can never be too careful. Take care.

You: You too, see ya.

And you end the call. You don’t really know what to think about it but it would be better if you do not jump to conclusions right. You forget a little about it, to keep your mind entertained you leave your phone on your bedside table and quit your room.

You decided to wander through his house and ended up in his bedroom. You found it a bit weird that you didn’t see a closet. But a door that was situated on the left side of his bed seemed to be where his clothes were. You approached that room, opened the door and there you had it: a walk-in closet that was fairly big.

The upper row of clothes consisted mainly of button up shirts and the lower one of pants. There were some ties in some drawers with exuberant pigment. All this attire was organised by shade from the warmest tones to the coldest ones. That is peak organisation, not even your wardrobe looks like this. Maybe you think asking him to help you out with yours would be a great idea. This looks so refreshing! You go ahead and lightly graze some button up shirts to feel what kind of material they are made from. They look extremely velvety to touch so you have to know what kind of fabric it is. You search for clothing labels while sometimes you can guess the type of fabric just by touching it. There are some silk shirts, others are satin ones. He also has cotton, velvet, cotton linen and silk satin. There is this lilac one that piques your interest. You get your hands on it plus it smells exactly like him, just how good he smelled yesterday.

Leonard checked up on you before he started working roughly about 10:30 am. He saw that you were really appreciating the vast assortment of clothing he had and that you also were trying those you liked too. He thought that the one you chose looked lovely on you, he wished he was there holding you in his arms. No, he is just watching and he has some paperwork to do, emails to check and has to call a few people. So, for this present moment he’ll just admire his enthralling lady from afar. He does this for a little bit and leaves you by yourself all the while you haven’t noticed that he was present. You go to some other set of drawers and there he has socks. Another drawer is full of belts that are mostly black. He surely does like this colour best, you think. Surprisingly, they are also colour coordinated. The pattern for his underwear is the same. It’s amusing to see a lot of organisation in someone else’s closet. But you definitely are going to implement some things you saw here into yours.

In the centre of this room, there are his main accessories such as his gold chains, watches, rings, sunglasses and remarkably there is also a huge collection of satin bonnets, hair ties and headbands. Darn it, this man knows his stuff! You were thinking that it was a mere coincidence you had slept with one covering your precious hair but no, you were wrong. He really is something else, huh?! You ditch your dress for his lilac button up shirt, it’s not that your dress is uncomfortable. It just feels good to wear something that strongly bears Leo’s scent, it makes you feel safe. It’s odd, you are here with him, in his flat yet you need something that physically reminds you of mind. You wonder if you aren’t feeling a little needy for his touch already.

You know this shirt would look great with some strappy sandals and an imposing watch, maybee that you’ll snatch this one or simply ask to borrow it then give it back.

The day went by quite well, you didn’t do much today. You decided to take it easy and forget a little about the outside world. Leo on the other hand was really busy with work ever since you both had shared breakfast together he had not quit his office and was constantly receiving phone calls. It didn’t bother you at first, that’s what you had told yourself but soon enough you were growing frustrated with how long his office hours could be. He had begun around 11 am and it was already 2 pm like are we going to eat together at least? That’s one of the main things occupying your mind right now. So, you do one of the things you know how to do best: eavesdrop that is. You carefully place your head on the door and listen to every single bit your significant other is talking about with that other person. At first, you don’t hear much but soon enough a name comes clear.

“Aura! How are you, my dear? Long time no see!”

You want to scream right now!! Who is Aura? Why is he talking to her like that? Huuhhhh, we did have a mutual agreement about this type of thing, where did you go wrong? But all that questioning is soon put at bay when he asks her the following:

“How is my son doing? Has he become a handsome ladies man?”

My son? How is he? A ladies man? Are you hearing something else other than what is currently being said? He owes you an explanation. You keep listening to what they have to say, they talk about a lot of things. You can’t believe what you’re hearing so much so that when you step back you hit the bookshelf that is in the corridor and Leo does not miss that noise. So he walks to the door to check what happened.

You start panicking, you tell him that it is nothing that you only stubbed your pinky toe and you’ll be fine. He asks you if you need his help, you tell him no. You’re a big girl after all you can handle it. He goes back inside and you go behind the door.

By the way they talk to each other you understand one thing. It has been years since these two have known each other, the heart felt laughs and easiness is there. You quit your eavesdropping session and decide to get a cup of chamomile tea, you have to calm yourself first before you decide to talk to him.

Is he already a father? Why hasn’t he informed you about it yet? Was it maybe because it could potentially have ruined his chance of getting a sugar baby? Are you a fool? There are too many questions emerging in your head, all doubt will be cleared out once you talk about it. You just have to make sure you discuss this matter as if you were not being nosy earlier.

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Monster Ball (Indruck)

Prompt for the 25th was: Drag Ball. This fic is NSFW. It’s set in my Rockstar AU but can be read as a standalone

Every Halloween since he hit high school, Duck has spent the night at home giving out candy. It’s dorky, but it always makes him feel like a part of his neighborhood. He’s glad his apartment–his former apartment, since Indrid is already talking about moving him into his Atlanta house–was in a complex with lots of families so there was a steady stream of trick or treaters. He’d put on a scary movie marathon, light his jack o lantern, and spend the night doling out candy. All in all, very chill.

That’s not the word he’d use to describe his morning so far.

They were supposed to get to the venu for the Halloween Drag Ball yesterday for a set up and dress rehearsal. Instead, there was a four car pile-up on I-5 and they didn’t make it to L.A until midnight. They slept in the tour bus in front of the hall, the glow of Indrid’s name in huge letters peeking through the blinds.

When the alarm went off at 5:30, Indrid rolled over in bed, eyes still muddy with sleep, and smiled at him.

“Ah, the luxurious life of a rockstar”

That was the last thing he said to him all day. His boyfriend has been running cues, going through the set lists, and doing sound checks, while Duck has been helping the rest of the crew with equipment set-up and safety checks. The ball starts at eight pm, with Indrid going on at ten. At five, he blows Duck a kiss and heads back to begin getting his make-up on.

As Duck is chatting with the venue staff about their costumes (all variations on “terrifying ghosts”) when his pocket buzzes.

Sugar: My dressing room, 6.

Duck: I’ll be there.

“Duck, could you help me out a sec?” Aubrey pokes her head out from her dressing room.

“Sure thing, Lady Flame.” He steps in through the door and clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Yes, ha ha, I know it’s funny.” Aubrey waves her free arm at the sleeve of her white jacket, which has snagged on her up-do and trapped her other arm above her head, “I’m so used to dealing with my usual look, not this thing.”

“This thing” is her Bride of Frankenstein hair, combed and teased to mimic Elsa Lancaster’s iconic style. Duck discovers one the studs of her jack caught in a curl and carefully detaches it. Aubrey thanks him, slipping into the other side of the jacket just as little claws click across the floor.

“Holy fuck, when did you dye Dr. Harris Bonkers orange?”

“This morning.” Aubrey scoops her giant rabbit into her arms, “don’t worry, I found some animal safe hare dye.”

Duck snickers and Aubrey shoots finger guns his way.

“What are you going as tonight?”

“Aw fuck, I was gonna run out and get somethin’ this morning but because of the whole delay there wasn’t time.”

“Jake could do your make-up. I’m pretty sure he’s painting whiskers on Leo just so he won’t look out of place.”

“Nah, I’m good. He’s gotta get everyone else ready to go, so I’ll think of something. You all good on set up and sound?”

“Yep! Assuming no one eats my mic cable right before I go on.” She gives the rabbit a pointed look. He gives a blank one in return.

“Okay, just holler if you need any more help.” Duck shows himself out, triple checks some equipment while he counts down the minutes until six.

When he uses their secret knock, Indrid purrs, “Come in.”

His boyfriend is in his pink and yellow robe, not a trace of costume in sight.

“If you’re runnin behind I can come back-”

“I’m not behind in the slightest.” Indrid slips past him, locking the door, “I set aside more time to get ready than it technically takes. Partially because I knew I’d need a bit of quiet before the excitement. And” he picks up a large, black garment box, “because I wanted to give you this without being rushed.”

He removes the lid and holds out the box. Carefully arranged on the red tissue paper is black, leather chest harness with matching fingerless gloves, cut off jean shorts with a wolf head at the buckle and-

“Are these ears?” Duck lifts the triangles of grey fluff from the box.

“Indeed. I, ah, I made those to go with the rest. You see, we’ll have most of the classic monsters on stage with us. But we’re missing a wolfman. The instant I thought of you as him, I couldn’t get the image out of my head.”

Duck smiles, running his finger over the ears and wondering if this means there will be a werewolf song on Indrid’s next album.

“It’s a bit self-serving, as it gives me a lovely view all evening. But I also want everyone to see you for the gorgeous man you are. Of course, if you already have a costume you don’t have to wear it. I mean, you don’t have to wear it at all for any reason.”

“It’s perfect sugar.” Duck takes the box and teases, “kinda surprised there ain’t collar.”

As he leans forward to grab the lid, Indrids arm braces across his chest and he whispers in his ear, “That comes after the show.” Teeth scrape on his throat, “it’s a sight reserved for me and me alone, pet.”

Duck turns his face and kisses him. For a moment, there’s no dressing room, no show, no rockstar. There’s just his boyfriend melting against him like they’re teenagers at prom.

“You need me before then, you know where I’ll be.”

“Tempting as that is, if I am late for any part of this Joseph may never speak to me again.” Indrid smiles and walks him the few steps to the door, “I’ll see you in the wings, my love.”

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The theme for the ball is “Universal Monsters.” As Duck weaves through the crowd, he passes a half-dozen other wolfmen, a mummy in platform boots and winged eyeliner that could kill a man, and what he can only describe as a post-modern bride of frankenstein in a three foot high wig. But there are also costumes of nothing but googly-eyes and glitter, a bear dressed as a trampy Cthulhu, and someone with a sign reading “black hole” pointing at his crotch.

He can’t remember the last time he felt so at home.

Aubrey is just finishing up her act, and as Duck wrangles Dr. Harris Bonkers into his enclosure. As the applause peters out, one of the hosts returns to the stage, her long nails casting shadows across the crowd.

“And now, my uglies, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Presenting the god of the gruesome, the king of Halloween, our very special guest: Indrid Cold!”

Fog spills across the stage, Dani appearing as a punk-rock Frankenstein, blonde hair slicked back and abs painted on her chest-piece. Jake slinks behind the drumset in the tightest clothing Duck’s ever seen him wear; a black vampire dress with a slit down the front and a black wig spilling down his shoulders. The guest guitarist is in a white wrap dress and strappy gold heels, fake asp clipped to his shoulders.

Another puff of smoke and the stage goes black so abruptly he hears the audience worrying that it was a blown fuse. Then a purple spotlight hits the dissipating mist, highlighting green, knee-high snakeskin boots, a black leather jacket, and silver hair.

You better ask my mama how to make a monster.

The bass booms in and Indrid whirls around, revealing a chest painted in green scales and silver shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. It takes until the last repeat of the chorus for the crowd to stop screaming.

“Good evening, my fellow monsters!” Indrid sets the mic into the stand at the front of the stage as a projector screen blares to life behind him, giant insects and swamp things silently stomping across it, “I’m so glad you all could join me on my favorite night of the year. With that in mind,” he grins, “let’s prowl.”

He leads with this song nearly every show. Duck will never be tired of it, of the way he purrs out the first few lines like he’s scratching at the window before smashing it open.

Going to the drive-in

Catch a double feature

Gonna do some sinnin’

While you scream for your creature

Indrid is dripping sweat and glitter by the end of the first half, voice still strong as he promises the crowd they’ll be back.

As Duck is moving the fog machines to their second position, a horned shape in a long jacket strides up the stairs.

“Uh, excuse me sir, but this is for performers only.”

The goatman smiles at him, “Do former ones count?”

“Holy fuck, you’re-”

“Vincent! I see you found Duck” Indrid appears beside him as Vincent shakes his hand, “I’d hug you but this will all smear right off. I’m so happy you made it!.”

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you. I was out scouting the last time you came through L.A. Thank you, by the way, for recommending the Hornets; they’ve really got something.”

“Vincent has a head for spotting the next big thing. Hence his being a Cryptid.”

“That was more about having the good luck to know you and have parents who paid for years of guitar lessons.” Vincent blinks, “agh, these contacts, I swear I don’t know how my twenty-year old self managed them night after night.”

“There were several near misses with the edge of the stage.” Joseph appears, his sole concession to a costume an FBI badge clipped to his jacket, “Indrid, you’re at thirty seconds.”

“We do have a stage manager, you know.” Indrid teases.

“And I didn’t get you this far by leaving timing to other people.”

Indrid pecks Duck on the cheek–and sneakily squeezes his ass- before moving towards the wings.

“It really is good to see you again.” Joseph rests a hand on Vincent’s arm.

“And just when are you and Barclay coming for a visit? I finally goat-proofed the guest house on the ranch.”

“After this tour. I think. You know how Indrid usually is after being on the road.”

“A hermit?”

“Exactly. That usually leaves me with some free time to travel. Although” Joseph glances at Duck with a fond expression, “I’ll worry about him less this go-around. At the very least he’ll take more breaks.”

“His texts do suggest you’re a good influence, Duck.”

“I, uh, I try to be. I’m just glad he’s happy bein’ with me.”

“I think that’s an understatement.” Joseph settles to his left while Vincent leans against the wall on his right, the final notes of “Urban Legend” ring through the room.

When the band plucks out a mid-tempo waltz, Joseph frowns, perplexed.

Slow dance with you

I want to slow dance with you

In the radioactive air,

in the rubble without care

There’s nothing I’d rather do

Than slow dance with you

Duck’s blushing so hard he swears he’s glowing pink in the dark. Indrid turns his body slightly, as if singing to the right most corner of the room. But he’s looking right at Duck, velvet-soft smile on his green-gold lips.

Joseph and Vincent look at him at the same instant with a shared smile of understanding.

“You didn’t tell me you’d finished.”

“Just this one song. I was playin around with a western waltz and ‘Drid got real into it. He said he was gonna test it out soon, but I wasn’t expecting this soon.”

“Neither was Joseph.” Vincent smirks, his yellow eyes making the expression devilish, “Sneaking a song into a set without running it by his manager? He likes you even more than he’s let on. Which, to be clear, was already a tremendous amount.”

“I’d like the record to show I’m letting this slide because I trust Duck and I trust Indrid’s creative judgment. Not because I’m getting sloppy.” The self-deprecating smile is clear in Joseph’s tone.

Vincent pats his back with fraternal affection, “Noted. What’s this song called, Duck?”

“Slow Dance at the End of the World.”

“It suits him.”

Duck studies the way Indrid sways, the look of blissful daydreaming on his face. It’s the way Duck looked in his bedroom all those years ago, singing along with Indrid on the stereo.

“Yeah, it really does.”

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Energy drinks were not a big part of his diet until he started dating Indrid. When your boyfriend plays shows that routinely end past midnight and tends to be wired after a good set, you do what you can to keep up.

When he finally makes it to the hotel room, he’s glad he had that final RedBull–gross as it was–before they left the venue. Rather than changing, Indrid is still in his stage outfit, sitting on the bed and watching Duck pull off his work boots with a widening grin.

“How was the costume? It didn’t interfere with your duties, I hope.”

“It was real fun to wear and, if I’m bein’ honest, this is the least I’ve ever sweat working a gig. But that mighta just been the shorts.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Duck moves to the bed. His boyfriend pets along his belly, kissing the swell of it as he unbuttons the shorts. He pulls the denim down little by little, kissing each inch as it appears.

“Mmmmm” Indrid nips above his hipbone, “you make such a wonderful werewolf. It’s only due to my boundless professionalism that you didn’t lay waste to the entire show by distracting me.”

“Uh huh, and wanting to avoid another public indecency charge ain’t part of it?”

Indrid lifts his glasses, “Who told you about that?”

“Vincent.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. If I was carted off for performing lewd acts in front of an unsuspecting audience, there’d be no one left to deal with a certain werewolf.”

“No? Oh, ohfuck.” He grips Indrid’s shoulders as the singer teases his dick with his tongue.

“No. Because only I know how to keep such a rampaging, lustful beast under control.”

The click is all the warning he gets before a vibrator buzzes to life against his folds.

“A silver bullet.” Indrid shoves the toy inside him with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah that’ll do it.”

Indrid moves Duck’s hands from his shoulders, stands, and yanks Duck’s shorts back into place. Buttons them as he kisses him and whispers, “Don’t worry pet, I’ll be merciful before the night is through.”

The singer moves across the room, pulling things from his make-up bag, “Now, come help me get the rest of this off.”

“S-sure, be right there sugar.” The vibe is rotating between speeds, patterns, and strengths, rendering his attempts to ignore it useless. A particularly strong one catches him as he tries to move, and he leans against a nearby chair to steady himself.

Indrid sighs dramatically, “It seems you need some extra help. Thank goodness I came prepared.”

Duck closes his eyes, moaning as the toy picks up speed. His next moan is cut off by soft leather encircling his neck. He knows without even looking that it’s the collar with COLD spelled out in silver letters. What he’s not expecting is an unfamiliar, quiet click of metal. Opening his eyes, he looks down to find a black leather leash clipped to the O-ring.

Indrid tugs the leash, turning Duck to face him. His red glasses are on the dresser, so there’s nothing to disguise the affection in his eyes as he runs his fingers over Duck’s face and throat.

“I was going to scold you for being so needy that you couldn’t make it across the room without needing to get off. But how can I, when you look at me like that?”

“‘Drid, please.”

“Hush, pet, I know. I’ve wanted this all evening too. Just wait a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.” He brushes their lips together, “In fact, how about you help me expedite things?”

“Do I really gotta say I’d do anything for you right now?”

Indrid laughs and kisses him once with possessive tenderness, “A fair point. Come along.”

He leads Duck back to the bed, make-up bag in hand, and reclines against the headboard. He tugs Duck to straddle his lap, then passes him a make-up remover pad.

“Start with my face.”

Duck carefully runs the cotton over Indrid’s cheek. His hands pat and rub the skin reverently; Indrid never asks for help with his make-up, be that applying it or taking it off. Yet here he is, eyes closed and hands in his lap as Duck wipes away the monster on top of the man.

Indrid’s sprung for the good stuff, so it only takes a few minutes before his face is clean and faintly peach scented. His chest is a different matter; the green is refusing to budge. Duck’s ability to remove it is further hamstrung by the fact he’s feeling Indrid up in the process, the singer gasping whenever he grazes his nipple piercings. And all the while the bullet vibe buzzes inside him, making him shift and squirm in search of relief.

Hands grab his hips, “Careful, pet, or I may worry you’re not as tame as I thought.”

Duck growls playfully and Indrid tugs the leash.

“Oh, does my sweet werewolf think I’m joking? You’re in my lap, let me lead you about on a tether, and come when I call.”

“Yeah, but if, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna go fuckin’ feral.”

“Are you now? Well, we can’t have that.” Indrid rips his shorts open and shoves them to his knees. His own, silver shorts prove harder to escape, and after several moments of fumbling he snarls and rips them down the seam.

The vibe slips free of him, only to press against his dick the instant Indrid pushes into him.

“Fucking finally.” He gasps, working the toy in swift circles.

“No fuckin kiddin’” Duck grabs his face, kissing him hungrily as his body twists and bucks in search of orgasm.

“God, I love how wet you get for me, sweet one. I love knowing you want me.”

“Always, fuck, Indrid please-”

“Don’t worry pet, I keep my promises. And I happen to know this tempo has a delicious effect.”

“Fuckfuck, yeah, fuckyes, sugar, yes, fucking fuck.” He gasps, digging his nails into Indrid’s arms. The singer kisses his neck, then lunges forward, knocking Duck onto his back.

“Let’s see if I can make you howl.” He gasps as Duck wraps himself around him, kisses him messily as he uses the leash to pull him into whatever position he pleases. Duck holds on tight, tangles his fingers in silver hair and moans at the obscene sound of Indrid driving into him

“Mine” Indrid tugs the leash and the chest harness at once, so hard Duck’s amazed they don’t snap, “mineminemine, all mine, always mine.”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

Indrid ceases his kisses long enough to raise up on his shoulders and purr, “Good.”

Duck doesn’t howl, but he comes pretty fucking close as Indrid bites just below the collar, snapping his hips until he cums with a moan.

They lay entangled for an eternity, neither interested in letting go until Duck’s eyes begin drifting closed.

“We should get to bed, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh.” He yawns as Indrid sits up; his wolf ears are on the other side of the bed, the top cover is strewn with fake fur and glitter, and the make-up from Indrid’s chest is now smeared across them both.

“Ah, perhaps a bath is in order first.”

“Yep.” Duck takes the offered hand, sighs happily as Indrid gently undoes the collar, “‘Drid? Thanks for playin’ our song tonight.”

Indrid cups his face, humming a slow dance as he does, “It was my pleasure.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #promptober 2022 #rockstar au #duck x indrid #trans duck newton

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renee-ruby-j · 2 years

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Wedding Photos I want to draw

mostly for my own reference.

STAGED/SEMI-STAGED:

Percy and Ruby at the beach near the Montauk lighthouse, barefoot, Percy's slacks rolled up, Ruby hiking her skirt, scream-laughing and clinging to each other as the chilly atlantic rushes around their ankles. Genuine reaction, but one they deliberately planned.

Same shoot, Percy with Ruby on his back. (He worked out to make sure he could pick her up. Probably got back into swimming!)

From behind, holding hands as they walk back to the reception, footprints behind them.

Bridesmaids (Annabeth, Reyna, Piper, Hazel, Silena, Charlie & Chris, last two in drag) + moms (Thalia and Sally) + junior bridesmaid (Estelle ofc, about 10 years old) + honorary bridesman (Nico— he doesn't do drag, but he's used to complicated formalwear), all together in their monogrammed robes with champagne glasses of sparkling cider. (I feel like everyone walks in either a suit or a kilt; Grover, Leo, Frank, Clarisse, Nico & Will are the ushers who stay in suits/kilts. I don't even know how they're split up at the ceremony, at this point. 🤣)

CANDID:

Estelle helping Ruby with her lipstick.

Ruby helping Estelle with her fascinator.

The bride and her mini-me having a moment of giddy excitement and grinning at each other while touching noses. 💜

Thalia and Sally giving each other emotional support. Sally, in tears, holding a tissue up to Thalia's nose?

Thalia zipping up Ruby's dress.

Sally giving her daughter-in-law the "I love you like I bore you, you're already part of my family, I'm so proud of you, you look so beautiful" speech.

LE GRAND ENTRANCE, Percy with a lipstick mark on his cheek.

Ceili dancing!

Ruby and Percy smashing blue cake in each other's faces.

First Dance Highlights.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (no boys allowed on the floor 💜), which is largely Ruby dancing with Estelle.

Percy carrying a sleepy Estelle at the end of the night. 💙

#sort of epistolaryish?#nonbinary!jason grace #jercy #wedding fluff #stellarverse

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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Okay one more because I'm enjoying your answers too much

Which is your favourite fast food restaurant? Favourite smoothie flavour? What's the place you want to visit more than anything? Describe your favourite dress. You get to choose a hp creature as a pet, what do you get? Seaside or lakeside? Sunshine or starshine?

Caramel iced latte with caramel drizzle in a tumbler with dancing fruits on it or hazelnut hot chocolate with chocolate whipped cream in a large Slytherin mug? (you get to keep the mug/tumbler)

Favourite sport? What would you give Snape for his birthday? And Harry?

Snape comes back from the death for one full day. What do you two do?

Byyyyye ❤️

Okay favorite fast food is hard to choose! It used to be Whataburger because of their mushroom and swiss burger, but they removed it from their menu!! :( Now I'm inclined to say....Panda Express maybe?? Their orange chicken is great! Fave smoothie flavor would be blueberry-banana!

My favorite dress?? So many to choose from! I think my favorite is probably this yellow sundress that has spaghetti straps and has cute little pink flowers all over it. The bodice is pretty fitted and the skirt flows out very nicely when I spin! Also: POCKETS!!!!

My chosen HP creature as a pet would be....hmmmm. Can't I adopt them all???? I think a puffskein maybe! Fluffy and cuddly, just how I like 'em! I have 2 pygmy puff plushes at home, a pink and purple one whose names are Pippa and Puck! :) But I figure a puffskein is bigger which means more to love!

Lakeside and sunshine, though I do have a fondness for starshine. But I'm a Leo moon and rising so I gotta have that sunlight!

Tough call on the drink of choice, but I think I'll take the caramel one! Either way my partner would have to finish it for me...I can't do much of overly sweet drinks! But I can't quite resist the fruity tumbler! It would be nice to put some fruit juice in afterwards! (I do love me some orange juice...extra pulp, please!)

Favorite sport would be QUIDDITCH. Cuz...I'm not much of a sports person, to be honest! But magical sports I can get behind!

For birthday gifts for the boys...hmmm! For Severus, I think a nice leatherbound book...a book he enjoys, but a version that's extra special! OR nice new boots and/or robes. High quality, but not ultra fancy...just practical and sturdy and nice. Our man deserves nice things! For Harry, I think a new broom is always a classic, or any flying gear. But also I have this little headcanon of Harry liking mechanical puzzles, so maybe a really complex and cool mechanical puzzle to work out!

If Severus only came back for one full day...hmm. I'd want him to have the best day ever! I'd bake him some goodies and we'd have tea and chat. Maybe we'd take a walk and go through a park or gardens, and maybe visit a museum. I bet he'd appreciate a museum. But mostly focus on quality time and talking and experiencing cool things for his one day back!

And if I timed it just right, I'd give him a big ole hug before he goes. Gotta make sure he doesn't kill me on his way back to the Afterlife, though.

Thanks for chatting with me, Lizzy! It was a lot of fun! <333

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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The Prince and the Pornstars

Chapter Six

Alright guys! Here we gooooooooo

Characters by @lumosinlove

Leo

STI tests were one of the more inconvenient parts of Leo’s job. Important, incredibly important both for himself and more over, for Logan but still, they were inconvenient.

“Okay,” the doctor said with some finality. “We’re all done, you know how it goes, you’ll hear from us if there's anything wrong.”

Leo smiled as he hopped off the table. He certainly knew how this went. “No need is good news.” He chirped as he snagged a lollipop out of the drawer. “I’ll see you next week.”

The doctor smiled and waved him out and Leo headed back into the corridor of chaos. The company had their own little private room and a doctor who ran tests on them once a week there. It was easier for everyone involved just to do it on site. He went to his dressing room quickly, he was due on set soon and he jumped into the shower. His only instructions from Celeste that morning had been ‘come with wet hair’.

Leo had just shrugged and complied. It was kind of weird but he'd done many stranger things. He tilted his head back into the warm spray of the water, making sure he properly saturated his hair when his kind slipped to Finn. Leo hadn’t even seen the redhead all day which in itself was weird, he usually popped by to say hello even if he didn’t have instructions or costumes for the boys.

He went to set quickly so his hair wouldn’t dry and smiled at everyone already there. He chatted to Nado for a few minutes while everyone finished setting up, both laughing at the hotel room overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

“The green screens are getting better.” Nado noted, chuckling at the sight of birds flying by.

“We must be rich.” Leo quipped back. “Look we have chocolates on our pillows and everything.” Nado grinned, beginning to say something in response but Leo no longer heard him.

Finn walked in the door, hair all windswept, looking like he’d just run in. Leo’s vision tunnelled for a moment, his mind going into overdrive. He couldn’t let himself fall for Finn.

He was falling for Finn.

He went to sit down on the edge of the bed as Finn walked over to help him get read.

“Hey Nutty.” Finn smiled and suddenly it was all just a bit too much.

“Hi.” Leo breathed. He’d told Logan they would be okay. They were gonna be okay. But how was Leo supposed to act like everything was fine when Finn smiled at him like that.

“June wanted me to thank you guys again for inviting us the other night, we had a really great time.”

Leo blinked. “Oh, yeah, no trouble, we liked having you.”

Finn smiled and twirled the tie of Leo’s robe around his hand. “May I?”

Leo nodded and with one smooth tug, Finn opened his robe, exposing Leo to the air. Finn met his eyes again just once to check and Leo nodded before Finn wrapped his hand around him.

Leo’s breath hitched, like it always did when Finn touched him. It was like when he was with Logan, it was right. It was like they were made for each other.

How could Finn fit so well with them and be with someone else?

“Um, Leo,” Finn asked, a little hesitant. “Is everything okay?”

Leo was pulled out of his thoughts to realize he was still soft, not having reacted to Finn’s ministrations at all. His face flushed red and he stammered for a second, not knowing what to say.

“I um, I-”

Finn stroked his thighs soothingly and tied his robe again. “C’mere.” He said, pulling Leo to his feet and leading him into the storage room connected to the set. Finn guided Leo to the chair that only just about fit between the shelves upon shelves of props and set design. He recognised at least half of them, including the throne-like chair he was now sitting on from the recent film he made with Kasey. Finn knelt in front of him again, looking up with him concern.

“Hey Leo, what is it, what can I do?”

Leo’s heart stuttered a little. “It’s fine I can do it, it’ll be fine.”

Finn’s smile was heartbreakingly gentle. “Peanut, it’s just me. You don’t need to be embarrassed, just tell me what you need.”

‘You’. Leo’s heart screamed, but he didn’t say that.

“Your mouth.” He gasped instead. “I need your mouth.”

Finn’s eyes widened for a minute, but then suddenly Leo’s cock was between his lips and it was like Leo had been drowning but he could finally come up for air.

Finn’s mouth was hot and wet and his tongue curled around Leo like nothing he had ever felt before. Leo was hard almost instantly, groaning and arching into it, wanting more, more, more. Finn swirled his tongue over the head and even though Leo was hard, he didn't pull away.

“Finn,” Leo half gasped, half moaned, fingers going to Finn’s hair. “Finn, I’m close you’ve gotta stop.”

Finn pulled away, lips red and slick as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Sorry, “ He panted.

Leo shook his head, but looked Finn in the eye. “You have a girlfriend.”

Finn frowned, adjusting the way he was sitting on the floor. “What? No I don’t.”

“You and June broke up?”

Finn looked more confused than ever. “No? We couldn’t break up because we were never together. June’s my best friend, that’s all.”

Leo blinked, dumbstruck. “Your friend.”

“Yeah.” Finn said even though it had been more a statement than a question.

“You don’t have a girlfriend?”

Finn shook his head.

“Are you single?”

Finn nodded slowly.

Leo sat back in his chair exhaling slowly. “Well fuck.”

Leo waited in Logan’s dressing room for the other boy to get out of the shower. He’d never been antsy while waiting on this couch. It was usually his space to just be in the moment for however long he could. Now he watched the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. Logan finally emerged in a cloud of steam, smiling when he saw Leo.

“Hey babe, wait, what’s wrong?”

Leo stood up and crossed the few steps it took to get to Logan, standing there in just a towel, looking up at Leo worriedly.

“He’s not with June.”

Logan blinked, taking a step back. “Quoi?”

“He was never with June. He’s single.”

Logan grabbed Leo’s hand and led him to the couch where they could sit, facing each other. “How do you know.”

Leo let out a laugh that probably sounded a little demented. “It’s kind of a long story? It ended with him giving me a blowjob and me interrogating his relationship status.”

Logan just blinked again, mind reeling. “Hold up, what happened exactly?”

Leo took a breath and walked Logan through it slowly, able to piece it together now that he had the soothing press of Logan's thigh against his, their fingers linked.

“And then after it all I just sort of… left? Well I didn’t just leave, I made up some excuse but I get to get filming. I’m not really sure what he thought but we filmed the rest of the afternoon and he was still working with me all day. We didn’t really get to talk though.”

Logan nodded slowly. “Okay, okay.”

Leo met his eyes again, that deep, familiar green. “Should we talk to him?”

Logan nodded, biting his lip. “Ouais. Yes. But, we need to figure out what we’re going to say. I mean Peanut, what is it we even want?”

Leo’s breath was shaky. “I want him the way I want you. I want to love him.”

Logan smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Leo’s lips, sweet and tender.

“I want that too.”

Leo looked at him, hope swelling in his chest in a way Leo hadn’t felt in several weeks. “So what now?”

Logan kissed Leo again, murmuring softly against his lips.

“We go talk to our boy.”

#the prince and the pornstars #the prince and the pornstars chapter 6 #tpatp #coast to coast lumosinlove #lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #Leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #18+

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hpdabbles · 3 years

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Love Limit: Seven years

Harry thought he was ready for his parents to present the wizard he could be marrying, he really did, up until said wizard strutted into the room. Sitting across an impassive Draco Malfoy, as the adults discuss the benefits of their houses unifying under the banner of marriage, the young boy tried not to sweat through his dress robes.

Something about the pureblood heir made him nervous, in a strangely good way. It was like he wanted all of Malfoy's attention on him but every time their eyes meet, Harry looked away, desperate to disappear feeling excited and embarrassed all at once.

Malfoy quickly grew bored, turning his attention to the garden outside the fancy magical french restaurant the adults choose to meet in. He remained disinterested in the room at large, staring blankly at the birds flying around the flouting feeding areas. He folded one leg over the other, his royal blue robes falling in waves over his shoulders as Malfoy claps his hands in his lap.

The sunlight streamed in from the large window and with the lovely bright white and blue of the walls, it brought out the pale blonde of his hair, lighting up his facial features as if though they were contour by sunlight itself.

He looked like a painting, perfect in every stroke of a brush, come to life. So beautiful Malfoy almost seemed fictional, despite the fact he was sitting right in front of Harry.

Harry kept his eyes on his feet, face feeling hot as if though he stood in the sun for too long but every so often would peak up at the blond. He wanted his parents to finish the marriage meeting as quickly as possible. This one seems to drag on longer than any of the previous ones did.

It was a tradition in the Potter family for the parents to pick a spouse for their children but one that skip a generation. His father, James, had been free to choose his mother, Lily, but Harry's grandfather had been engaged to his grandmother since before they were sent to Hogwarts.

Most purebloods had the same tradition but the Potters were more lenient in the fact they allowed a few of their bloodline to choose for themselves.

Harry had been raised with the knowledge that the various marriage meetings were to carefully select a good spouse and more importantly someone who would bring honor and something of value to the Potter name.

He had been tested for his magical compatibility at age two, as all magical kids have, and through it, his parents were made aware his magic could bond with both males and females which gave the more wiggle room to find someone for him.

Witches and Wizards' magic had a certain level of Compatibility that allowed them to have strong, powerful, and good-looking children the higher their compatibility was. The Compatibility could indicate if the child in question would grow to fancy males or females, should the pair be the same sex then they could blood adopt.

By blood adopting, they would be given a Squib toddler who best matched their own magic. Through a ritual as old as Merlin, their compatible magic would mix in the child changing them to be the pair's by blood and by magic.

Not all Squib children matched an eager childless couple before they reach five years old- the cut of the ritual working- which is why a few grew into adults without ever accessing magic but the lucky ones who were blood adopted became a regular witch wizard able to use their core.

According to Malfoy's profile, the one sent to his parents to review, Malfoy's magic only matched with males with a high Potion and Runes magic. It went well with Harry's high Defense and Herbology magic, to the point their Compatibility was an astounding ninety-seven percent.

It was the only reason his Dad had been willing to meet the Malfoys as Lucius and he never got along back at Hogwarts.

"Thank you for meeting us today, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, and Heir Malfoy" Mom suddenly say her voice smooth and sweet, though her smile was strained.

"It was a pleasure, Lady Potter." Lady Malfoy replied, dipping her head respectfully as she stood, "I do hope we can continue this discussion in the near future. An owl will be in contact with you soon."

"We look forward to its arrival," Dad says in a tone that promises the poor bird will be shot down if it enters the Potter's air space. "Good day, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, and Heir Malfoy."

"Good day," The blond boy says his voice sending goosebumps all over Harry's skin. He never knew a voice could sound like honey before.

Realizing they were leaving and that he hadn't seen a single word, Harry hastily rose. He meant to say "Good day" or "Thank you for considering me for your son" or something along those lines. But all that came out of his mouth was a choking squeal.

Malfoy's frown and odd look made Harry so red he actually hid behind his mother. The blond child rolled his eyes, tilted his chin up in dismissal while strutting out of the room after his parents.

Harry watched him go with wonder never before had a seen someone his own age look so regal.

"What did you think Harry?" Mom asks after they leave crouching down to look into his very same pair of emerald eyes. "Did Mr. Malfoy seem-"

"He's so pretty!" Harry blurts taking the woman by surprise. "He so pretty, and elegant and Mom, did you see how soft his hair looked? Did you notice how amazing his sitting was? He looked like a Disney Prince!"

"W-well if you think so, I suppose he is," Mom says hesitantly shooting a look at Dad. The man in question had put his head into his hands, looking dismayed. Harry understands, he was nearly too overwhelmed by how pretty Malfoy is too.

"Do you think Mr. Malfoy is prettier than Leo?" Dad's voice is muffled by his palms but Harry hears it all the same.

"Much prettier!" He has known Leo all his life and while he was not ugly he was nowhere near Malfoy's league. He is the son of his Godfather, Sirius, and his husband Remus, both of which were Dad's best friends through all of Hogwarts.

Leo was Harry's best friend too since their parents saw each other so often, they shared everything even being compatible with both witches and wizards. Of course, their dads had them tested to see their Compatibility and the two were at a seventy-nine. Up until Malfoy, that was the highest he ever match with someone.

Harry had overheard Uncle Sirius proclaim they would wed one day if no other match could be found to which all the adults toasted to. Leo had wrinkled his nose when Harry told him later about it that night during their sleepover.

"Don't get me wrong Harry, but I like you as a best friend, not someone I want to marry" Leo had said tucking him in because Leo liked to make sure Harry was warm. He liked to care for people in a way Harry liked to too, but more so when he was the one doing it. "I just think it is like Dad and Uncle James getting married."

"Gross they're brothers."

"And we're cousins."

"I won't have to marry Leo, will I?" Harry asks his Dad, who has yet to raise his head. A cold sense of dread settled in his chest. He knew that some kids didn't get a choice, that they would marry who was selected for them but his parents weren't like that, were they?

"Harry....you are almost eleven." Mom starts looking pained. "All witches and Wizards have to be engaged before entering Hogwarts if they aren't muggle-borns. It's the law."

"I know"

"Malfoy is one of the last wizards unclaimed, it would have been rude not to meet them so we organized this marriage meeting even if we never....both sides didn't take it seriously Harry. Leo has already been made your fiancee and I suspect the Malfoys are going to go with Theodore Nott."

Harry gasps outraged. "Nott!? Malfoy has been promised to Nott!? He's so boring! All he did at our marriage meeting was read!"

Dad raised his hands to give him a sheepish smile. "Sometimes someone who reads is the better choice for a boy like Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure you will like your life with Leo once your older-"

"I don't want Leo!" Harry protested hotely. How could his parents do this to him? "I want Malfoy!"

"Harry please understand, Leo is much better-"

"No!"

Mom steps forward biting her lip. She never liked this part of the tradition she married into, as a muggle-born she hated the idea of pairing off her child. It was something he heard his parents argue at night but in the end, there was nothing she could do. Harry is a Half-blood and by law, he must be engaged. "Is there really nothing that can be done, James?"

"If you can convince Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, and Leo to break the arrangements before you turn seventeen then yes," Dad said after a long pause. "But that will be very difficult to do and if you can not succeed then you must marry at seventeen. You will be on a time limit."

"It's okay! I know Leo won't mind. He fancies Nott" Harry brightens then slaps a hand over his mouth once he realized he accidentally exposed Leo's secret. "Please don't tell Uncle Sirius or Uncle Remus, Leo doesn't want them to know he fancies Nott."

Mom shakes her head looking oddly shocked. Harry had no idea why. Leo wouldn't stop talking about Nott for nearly three weeks straight after their marriage meeting, gushing about the fact the other boy had read him a story while their parents spoke.

"I can convince Nott and Malfoy! I solemnly swear it!"

Dad threw his head into his hands and screamed but Harry knows he supports him either way.

#hpdabbles #Love Limit: Seven years #Part 1 #Leo Black Lupin #Drarry #Wolfstar #Little Harry falls in love #Now he races against time to get Draco's heart

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[ Image ID: First image is cover art for the podcast “Compelled Dual”. It features Phi and Leo from the waist up. Phi is a tall tiefling woman with ram-like horns framing her face. She is in opulent armor with a flowing dress underneath and a plunging neckline. Her wavy hair is tied into a high bun. Across her neck and chest are lightning scars. She is holding a kite-shield with a plasma orb in it’s center in one hand and her other hand is holding Leo’s shoulder. Leo is a short, lithe, elven man in opulent robes. He is wearing a golden chest piece inlaid with gems designed to look like a rib cage and a circlette around his head. His hair is shoulder length and tied into a half bun with braids. He has two jagged scars on the right side of his jaw. He has one hand wrapped around his sister Phi’s back and in the other he is holding a curved dagger at his waist. They are both smiling and looking at each other. Over the image is a frame and text that reads “Compelled Dual”.

Second image is the exact same image as the first without the text.

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#compelled dual #comp dual #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #d&d #dungeons and dragons podcast #podcast #art #illustration #commission #commissioned art #cw: scars

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toomanythought · 3 years

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One (1) person asked for more, so have outfit critique: The Other Vermillions Edition

I didn't do as many this time but I'm still putting it under a cut so people don't have to scroll past it.

Also I'm open to requests if anyone wants me to make fun of something.

First up, we have Leo

It's literally the same outfit as his siblings except combined.

He took Mereoleona's pant/shoe style and Fuegoleon's jacket.

Honestly adorable and all, but Leo, you're a teenager now. You really should have grown out of this need to emulate your siblings.

That being said, I'm unsure about the removal of the gold accenting on the shoes

(Side note: I think it's absolutely hilarious that the royals have so much money, yet all their children wear the exact same clothes)

Honestly not much to say other than he needs to get his own style

A moment of silence for his post time skip hair though. That must be mourned.

My boy. Why would they do this to you. You didn't deserve it.

Honestly the short hair draws more attention to the braid, which is low-key just bad. I've never liked it, and it's very easy to pull in a fight.

In-universe explanation for the bad haircut is that he set his head on fire while training.

Post-time skip squad robe is 20 million times better though, so I guess there's a give-and-take situation

Kirsch Vermillion

Look I don't like it at all but I'm struggling to come up with actual criticism

The outfit actually works

I hate this so much

It's not good but he clearly knows what he's doing when he dresses himself

You know those things that say red heads should wear pink instead of red? Kirsch certainly does

The dark green shoes up in multiple places in the outfit and doesn't clash with the pink, thereby avoiding a fashion error

The gold is strategically interspersed so as not to be overwhelming while still unifying the outfit

The sandals match the waist thing (Corset? I'm not sure)

His main garment is long and flowy but he has hard lines in it that make him look less like a cloud

It also highlights how tall he is and serves to make him appear taller

K wait I think I just identified a nitpick and that's his anklets, because they break the line of his leg

But I think he would actually look worse without them due to reasons that would take too long to explain here so.

Anyways screw this I hate him so much (affectionate)

Mimosa Vermillion

Clearly grew up with Kirsch and Knows shit about fashion but she doesn't want to

Cutting off her pants so high up low-key makes her look a bit like a cream puff

Her boots are skin tight though and very high up so it actually just serves to create contrast

Like William, her cape is also cut in a semi-circle, a subtle nod to the fact that she intends to replace him as captain

The squad cloak doesn't match her outfit but it doesn't clash horribly either

Props to her for not opting for the uniform

I'd describe the aesthetic as soft-sexy vibes, which isn't very battle practical, but I guess she's a healer so it's fine

Literally what is with the royals making their kids dress the same

Is it an identifier? Can we not recognize our children? Is making our children wear a crest not enough for us? Must they also wear the same clothing?

Anyways I've recently concluded that Mimosa is the end-game villain because that just Makes Sense

#black clover #y'all know those panels in the manga where we see leo and he's got those noodle limbs?#my favorite thing ever #I should make an appreciation post sometime #leopold vermillion #kirsch vermillion #mimosa vermillion #cloverian clothes

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fixxofvixx · 3 years

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Stay With Me - Demon Leo AU - Chapter 29

Hello my beautiful people! I hope you are all well and healthy. I always have you all in my thoughts and I wish you the best. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Please let me know what you think. Depends on who creeps out of my brain next, I should have another update soon!

Enjoy!

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"I should have known you'd help those humans." You looked around Leo and saw a woman standing there. She was elegantly tall. Her long legs were surrounded by a nearly sheer dress and only covered the important areas. Beautiful long hair the color of the moon cascaded down her back. Her arms were crossed over her more-than-adequate chest. She looked at you and then focused on the feather you wore in your hair. After she realized what it was, she leveled you with a glare that would have caused you to hide in a corner if Leo wasn't holding you.

"What are you doing here, Cresenda? Shouldn't you be at home taking care of that child you keep trying to convince everyone is mine?"

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"You don't need to worry about me. You should be more concerned with yourself and your little plaything there." She waved her hand towards you but it was far from friendly.

You felt Leo's hold on you tighten for a moment before he relaxed slightly.

"Leave, Cresenda, you aren't welcome here."

"Your mother invited me. She said you needed some help with some pesky humans." She moved close but Leo didn't budge. He didn't want her to have the upper hand. Black smoke swirled around your feet and you wanted to somehow bury yourself in it.

"I need nothing you have to offer. My mother has no right over anything I do. She also has no power here. This village, the forest, and everyone in it is in my domain."

"Pathetic, wasting your time on humans! Don't try to delude yourself that you are some sort of hero. Your powers are nothing compared to your father's. You have to answer to him and you know he's always favored me." Cresenda sent a look your way that was a mix of pride and superiority.

"That may well be….if he was alive."

"He's dead?! What the hell happened?!"

"I killed him. Now leave and I won't do the same to you." Leo teleported and you were back inside the house.

"Leo…"

"Not yet." He was mad. He didn't release for a moment and took a deep breath. Leo pulled away from you but still kept his hand attached to yours. He went to the door and let out a shrill whistle.

The wolves were there almost instantly. They gathered around looking just as serious as Leo. He motioned for you to stay inside as he walked out to talk to the pack. You noticed Danté breaking from the pack to sit at attention just in front of the door after he bowed his head to you.

"There is a she-demon that will try to enter the forest. She shouldn't be able to get past the barrier burnished does, do not try to fight her. She knows she is not welcome here but she will try nonetheless. If you see her, alert me immediately. The same goes for my mother. Let the other animals in the forest know."

The wolves bowed and dispersed. Danté stood and looked up at me.

*Please call upon me if you need my assistance, My Lady.*

"I will," you smiled at the young wolf, "but please just call me Y/N."

*Of course, My Lady.*

You sent him a playful glare as he trotted off to catch up with his pack.

Once Leo was back in the house, you could see how stressed out he looked. His face was stone and for a moment you didn't know how to approach him.

He took one look at you and his face relaxed and he reached for you. He saw the hesitation in your expression and the worry you held for him.

"I'm okay. But I would be even better if you hugged me."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"Ah….much better."

"You're a hopeless flirt, you know that?"

"Sure, I do. I also know that you like it."

*Did I miss something? The animals in the forest are on edge. What did you do now, demon?* Sibena walked in the front door, looking around.

Leo used his best scowl on her but she ignored him.

"Be nice, both of you." You playfully hit Leo's arm and then explained the situation to Sibena.

*That wreck of a she-demon always causes trouble. When she couldn't bed this demon she went after my master. He rejected her also so she tried to kill me in retaliation. My master caught her and almost turned her to dust if his father hadn't intervened.*

"Why did your father like her so much?"

"She is the daughter of an old flame he was head over heels with before the marriage was arranged with my mother."

"Arranged marriage?! They still do that?"

"This was a few hundred years ago, sweetheart. It's pretty much non-existent now. But I will admit that my father wanted to arrange a marriage with Cresenda and I. When I refused, she started the whole thing with her son being mine. That was about 6 or 7 years ago."

*As much as it pains me to do so, I will confirm what the demon has stated. Everyone in the demon world knows he never touched her. No one knows who the father is.*

Leo looked at Sibena, shocked that she sided with him.

"So if everyone knows, then why try to convince everyone? Even your mother supported the idea."

"I believe they're trying to convince you. My mother hates humans and Cresenda just follows what my mother wants. But that still leaves the question as to why mother sought us out after she was released. She never cared much before. She says she didn't know our father was dead but I don't really believe that. His death is the only thing that could have released her."

"So does she--"

"CAAH!!"

You jumped a good foot into the air and Sibena went on alert when you heard the noise. Looking to the door you noticed the largest black bird you had ever seen. It wasn't any bird you had seen before. It looked like a cross between a raven and an owl. Its head was as big as Sibena and its beak looked razor sharp. Its eyes were as red as fire and its claws looked perfect for tearing into flesh.

"It's okay, it's one of Ravi's messengers. He wants us to pay a visit."

"Both of us? Can I even go down there?"

"Ravi can allow it for a while. Sibena, you as well. Hakyeon would like to see you."

Sibena was instantly alert and swished her tail and for a moment she looked like an excited kitten. When she realized what she'd done she sat down and raised her head high.

*If my master commands it…*

Leo pulled you towards the large bird but you hesitated. The closer you got, the larger the bird seemed to get.

"He can't hurt you, Ravi would kill him. He can transport us all to the Underworld. Just hold on to him. Normally I could just teleport but with humans and a lynx….we need a little help."

You nodded and reached out to the bird. Its big head bowed and you hesitated. When you realized it was just saying hello you smiled. You placed your hand on the side of its neck and was surprised how soft it was. Leo placed his hands on your waist and lifted you up to sit on the bird. You thought it would protest but it seemed completely at ease.

"I'm not sure he would be willing to give up a feather." Leo chuckled, assuming you were thinking of that.

"That's alright, I'm pretty picky about the feathers I collect anyway." You smiled at him and winked.

"Don't look at me like that or I'll cancel this trip and take you upstairs." Leo's eyes brightened with the threat and you suddenly felt warm all over. You cleared your throat and broke eye contact with him.

"Let's go, Ravi is probably waiting."

*Yes, please, before I throw up.*

As soon as Leo reached up to touch the bird, everything went dark. You felt a rush of wind mixed with heat and then cold. You wanted to reach out for Leo but you couldn't move. You buried your hands in the bird's feathers and prayed you wouldn't fall off. It felt like you were moving in a whirlwind but completely frozen at the same time.

After a few seconds, your vision returned and you were outside the familiar sight of Ravi's front door. A wave of dizziness suddenly hit you and you swayed.

"Easy," Leo's hands came up and pulled you off the bird. You leaned on him as his arms came around your back to steady you, "it takes a little getting used to."

"Sorry about that," Ravi came out of the door and smiled, "Strix isn't known for being gentle. But he's powerful and quick. It was the best method I had of bringing you down here without causing too much damage."

"I'm alright." You turned to the bird and patted its neck. "Thank you for the ride, Strix."

The bird leaned forward and touched his large head to yours.

"Watch out brother, Strix might give you some competition."

You laughed and turned to Ravi.

"As much as I think Strix is beautiful, I'm not sure how much competition a bird would be to Leo."

A large puff of smoke caused you to jump and you turned to see a tall man standing where Strix once stood. He was young but had years of wisdom embedded in his still red eyes. Long black hair flowed around him and his clothing matched the darkness. His attire suggested that he had been around during ancient times, his robes flowing around him. He was strikingly beautiful but in a "I bring destruction" sort of way.

"I'm not always a bird, milady. And you are welcome to ride on me anytime." The man bowed and took your hand. Your jaw dropped at his words and you blushed a little. He started to kiss the back of your hand but Leo was faster. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side.

"Brother…..how fond are you of this….bird? My wolves have been asking for a good snack." Black smoke lifted from the floor and you could see Leo's hair turn in all directions. You almost smiled at his obvious show of jealousy but held it in.

"Strix...you should know better. You're still on thin ice and I haven't ended your probation."

*This bird reeks of pheromones. He wants more than what he is saying.* Sibena let out an annoyed chuff and settled into an attack position.

"I apologize, miss, if I have offended you." He bowed once more but you caught the half-smile on his face before it disappeared. He wasn't sorry at all.

"Uh….maybe we should go inside before a war breaks out? I don't feel like bloodshed today." Ken came around and blocked Leo's vision from Strix. Taking the opportunity, you grabbed Leo's hand and pulled.

"Let's go. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can be alone." You leaned up to whisper in his ear and you saw it twitch. He seemed to think over what you'd said for a moment and then looked down at you with the most sinful look you had seen yet.

"Ravi, what did you want to see us about?" Leo never broke eye contact with you while he was talking. The look in his eyes made you feel as if you were completely exposed and you swallowed hard. He saw your dilemma and smiled, knowing what you were thinking.

"Come in and I'll explain."

Leo let out a short sigh and then turned to Ravi. He nodded and pulled you along behind him. You were almost to the door when you heard running footsteps. You looked to your right and saw Hakyeon coming down the road.

"Sibena!" The lynx immediately took off and ran to Hakyeon. Hakyeon sat on the ground and held out his arms like a child. Sibena ran full speed at him and knocked him to the ground. She nuzzled his face like a puppy that had just found its master. Tears threatened your eyes when you realized just how much they had missed each other.

Leo tugged on your hand and motioned for you to follow him and let Hakyeon and Sibena have a moment.

Once inside you were greeted by Ravi's wife.

You smiled and started towards her. Leo stopped you and leaned down to your ear.

"If you have any questions about what you were thinking about earlier, you can ask her."

You turned to Leo, confused at what he was talking about. He put his hand on the back of your neck and smiled.

*She's pregnant. Weren't you concerned about whether we could have children?*

You gasped at his blunt words and what he was insinuating.

"Get away from me." You pushed him toward his brothers as he laughed.

With red cheeks, you sat down beside her and smiled.

"Here, have some tea."

"Thank you….my goodness, I don't even know your name. I'm sorry, I should have asked before!"

"That's alright. I don't even know my name."

"What do you mean?"

"When I agreed to live here with Ravi, I had to give up my mortal self. That included letting go of my name, family, everything. I have memories but no identity. He's not allowed to tell me either."

You stared at her, unsure what to say.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind. He did tell me that my name meant "love" so he just calls me that."

You smiled, thinking about how sweet their relationship was. You silently thanked the powers that be that these demon brothers didn't turn out like their parents.

"What was the reason we needed to come down here, Ravi?" You turned to the man currently sending lovey-dovey looks at his wife.

"We need to do something about our mother." Ravi turned to you and then to his brothers.

"Agreed but did something happen?"

"She's been turning the Underworld upside down looking for something. As soon as we got her down here, she didn't even look for Hakyeon. She immediately went to the armory and started looking through there."

"Has she tried to contact our father?"

You snapped your attention to Leo and gasped.

"He's not dead?!"

#demon leo #vixx fic #taekwoon au #leo au #vixx au #taekwoon fic

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ilguna · 3 years

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Berceuse - Chapter Two

summary: you can’t protect her forever.

warnings; swearing. murder plot ?

wc; 10.1k

NOTES; I give reader a last name to fit the world.

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It’s a good thing that Alyssum has a high pain tolerance, otherwise she’d be doing a lot more than gritting her teeth right now. The sound of the wax ripping off her skin is enough to bring tears to her eyes, even though it’s not actually taking any hair with it.

The prep team is trying to be gentle, Alyssum can tell by their movements. They’ll warn her ahead of time, tell her when they know it’s going to be particularly brutal. It wasn’t until an hour ago, did she realize that they must have worked on you when it was your Hunger Games.

It must also be why they have this look on their face, like they know Alyssum but are too afraid to bring it up. She already knows Elysia has watched her grow up, so it’s not really a surprise that these people have watched her too. Of course, Alyssum hasn’t been in the public eye for nine years, this is her first appearance in a while. It must be some form of whiplash, from seeing a toddler to a teenager.

At the beginning of the session, the prep team had taken enough time to introduce themselves and what they would be focusing on. Cleo, a blonde girl with artificial curls, focuses mainly on the smaller details; Alyssum’s nails, special effects, and clothing adjustments if they’re needed. She’s talkative but polite and curious.

Leo, the only boy with dark orange hair and freckles like stars across his cheeks, is her makeup artist. He’s got gentle fingers, and a contagious laugh. His accent is stronger than the other two’s, and he always tilts his head when he's done with a sentence. He’s managed to find a way to reshape her face so far.

And finally, there’s Beth. Naturally dark and wavy hair, pretty brown eyes. She’s the quietest, doesn’t talk unless she’s genuinely interested. She does Alyssum’s hair, scrubbing her scalp and carefully washing the soap and other products from her hair.

Alyssum can see why you like them. You don’t talk about them often, only sometimes in the boarding school, and if it’s at home, it’s always regarding parade outfits. Otherwise, it’s always in passing and never in detail.

Well, at least she can finally put a face to all the names she hears so often. It’s one thing to look forward to, to see all the people that had saved her older sister before she went into the Hunger Games. The ones that gave you a bright start and all the right pointers to help you win.

“I think we should hose her down one more time.” Cleo says, her hair is pulled up and out of her face, there’s a faint glisten of sweat across her forehead.

“And we can give her the lotion.” Beth says, giving Alyssum a reassuring smile, “Then she’ll be all done.”

Alyssum smiles back.

They took their time with the finishing touches, making sure they hadn’t missed any patches of hair, ticked everything off their list, and did any special adjustments that were required during the session. Once that’s done, and they’re sure that they’re not going to need her again, they leave to get Laurel, her stylist.

Alyssum vaguely remembers meeting Laurel, and it wasn’t during your Victory Tour when you’d won. No, she was too young to actually realize that she should be taking in her surroundings to hold to her memory. Instead, Alyssum remembers meeting Laurel during Annie’s Victory Tour, when she came to visit during the winter, at the very beginning.

She can’t seem to recall much, besides the obvious fact that Laurel was much, much taller than she was at the time. Alyssum had only been eight at the time, and back then, she was only beginning her training at the boarding school. The reality of what type of world she lives in didn’t quite set in just yet.

Alyssum ties the robe shut, per Beth’s instructions. Laurel trusts them enough to not double-check their work. Not to mention, there’s not much to go over in the first place, she’s still very young.

When the door in front of her slowly starts opening, Alyssum sits up a bit taller on the medical table she’s sitting on. It reminds her of the check ups she has every month to make sure she’s growing properly.

A tall woman with dark hair is revealed, and immediately, Alyssum knows that it’s Laurel. She can’t help herself when she gets off of the table and heads forward, arms extended for a hug.

Laurel opens only one of her arms, but squeezes Alyssum into her side tightly, a slight laugh bubbling out, “How have you been, Aly?”

“Good, if you ignore the reaping.” She smiles, allowing Laurel to direct her out of the adjacent room and into the next one.

It has a few couches, and a coffee table in the middle of them with food displayed.

“Still passing all of your classes?”

“Yes, of course. (Y/n) and Reed make it hard not to.”

Alyssum takes a seat on the couch, hands resting in her lap. It isn’t until Laurel motions to the food in front of her, does she realize that the food is for her, not for Laurel. It’s also at that moment, she remembers that she hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning, which had to have been hours ago.

With no argument, Alyssum takes only the food she recognizes, not feeling adventurous. The food last night on the train was delicious, there’s no question about it. The problem is that, in less than two hours, she’ll be in front of a large crowd who already knows her name, and her entire background. The last thing that Alyssum wants is to get sick all over the chariot.

“(Y/n) requested for me to be careful with what I dress you in.” Laurel says.

“That’s probably for the best.” she pauses between bites, “Reed likes it better if I don’t show too much skin. I think it was the same way for (Y/n).”

A knowing smile crosses her stylists’ face, “Yes, that’s why we had to change her outfit. I have something that’s a little more modest for you, too.”

“He’ll like that.” Alyssum rests her plate on her knees, “What will it be?”

“A dress, we’re going for an underwater princess theme. It’ll cover your skin in the right places, all while making you look appealing to the potential sponsors in the audience.”

“Has (Y/n) seen it?”

“Yes, she’s already approved of it.”

Alyssum lets out a hum as she nods, trying to picture it to herself. It’ll probably be blue, that’s all that District Four is known for being. A vast blue ocean with violent waves, green seaweed that traps the legs, brightly-colored coral reefs that are a sore to the eye, and endless amounts of potential outfits that come from fish, alone.

A blue dress, something breezy because it represents the wind that comes from the ocean. Likely ripped, or maybe wet to give the illusion that she’s just come out of the water, and plenty of jewelry to secure the idea that she’s a princess. This idea has been done before, there’s no doubt about it, it’s Alyssum’s turn to represent the idea.

She finishes her plate, setting it onto the table, then gives Laurel a bright smile, “When do we start?”

A couple of hours later, Alyssum is standing in front of a mirror in the dressing room. The dress she’s wearing is lopsided, with one side being shorter than the other. The short side goes to her knees, the longer going to her ankles. It’s ripped, just as she thought it would be, and layered to make the dress bigger. The fabric is soft against her skin, almost ticklish.

The top half of the dress is halter--no sleeves, the support is in the neck--it’s a little tighter in the middle, but the back is open to make up for it. And then they gave her white no-show socks for her, also white, dress flats. As for jewelry, so far the only important piece seems to be on her head, the pearl crown.

Of course, she has the whole matching set; the pearl earrings, the pearl necklace, and the pearl bracelet. None of it compares to the crown, or even the diamond ring that they managed to find in the drawers.

Her makeup is mild, most of it being rainbow highlights so that the sun rays catch her face the right way. Leo insisted on light blue eyeshadow, blush, and clear lip gloss, Cleo made sure Alyssum had blue nails. As for Beth, she decided on a simple halo braid, with white ribbon woven through. There’s a few loose hairs hanging in Alyssum’s face that were promptly curled once the braid was done. And as if the ribbons weren’t enough, Cleo tucked in a few white flowers.

It isn’t until she sees Paslee at the chariots, does she realize how severely overdressed she feels. So much jewelry, flowers, and makeup. Only for Paslee to look simple, with a suit and a crown on his brow. She does notice the matching flower tucked into the suit’s pocket.

Alyssum has half the mind to glare at you for allowing this to happen. She understands that the stylists’ all have a vision, and in order to stay as a stylist, they need to go above and beyond. She just thinks it’s ridiculous, and embarrassing that she looks like a walking mannequin.

Until she takes a look around her, and realizes that she’s not the only one. She’s far from being the only girl overdressed next to their male counterparts. District One is dressed in glitter, District Two is a little more naked this year, and it’s all the same for the districts to her right.

“It looks like you’re going to get most of the attention.” Paslee says, nudging Alyssum’s arm with his elbow. He gives her a grin, trying to be polite and calm her nerves.

She doesn’t know how he’s so at ease. Everyone back home is going to see them two, everyone from the boarding school will be taking pointers on how to or not to act. It doesn’t matter if they fail or succeed, the two of them will both be examples. Their mistakes picked apart and shamed by the other victors, by the future victors.

And her brothers, and family friends, who have seen you go through this exact same situation, will be seeing all the differences and similarities. Practically experts all by themselves since they experienced it second-hand. Affected, but not directly.

Still, Alyssum manages to muster a smile to give back to Paslee, “I’ll try and save some for you.”

Paslee laughs, not minding the fact that he’s drawing attention. As soon as you and Finnick approach, dressed formally in your own ways, business begins. Laurel circles Alyssum, trying to catch any last-minute mistakes, picking at areas in the dress she realizes she doesn’t like, and tucking any fabric that needs to get out of the way.

When it comes to Pleurisy and Paslee, he just has a few curls out of place, and they fix the flower in his pocket by safely-pinning it so it doesn’t move anymore. Other than that, his shoes are still shined, and he knows better than to make any big movements in the suit, afraid that it’ll rip.

“Okay,” you breathe, “You two already know that there are cameras, so be wary of any facial expressions.”

Alyssum nods.

“Everything will come to you naturally, so don’t worry about doing the wrong or right thing.” Finnick smiles, “Just remember that whatever you do today, will be your personality for the rest of the week.”

Paslee stands a bit taller, “What about the arena?”

“Facades don’t last very long,” you say, “Remember when I showed you my games? Or what about Johanna’s?”

It dawns on him, “Wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“Exactly.”

The anthem begins, silencing any other thoughts. The large doors slide open, allowing light to fill the hall they stand in, revealing them to the crowded streets. This is when Laurel and Pleurisy jump into action, forcing Alyssum and Paslee onto the chariot just as District One begins to move out.

“Turn inwards a bit!” You shout over the roar, hoping they hear it.

Alyssum turns her body so that she’s more towards Paslee, than the crowd. She takes in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds while she feels her heart beat in her chest. When she breathes again, she feels slightly more relaxed, trying to ignore the impending doom feeling that’s stuck in the back of her mind.

The chariot begins moving, leaving her worries behind her. There’s no time to focus on the wobbliness of her knees, or the dryness of her mouth. She tries to suppress the smile sneaking onto her face, but the moment cheers erupt into screams, she can’t help it anymore.

Alyssum is your little sister, she has a big name to live up to. She may only be twelve, but there’s a whole list of people that are expecting great things, inside and outside of the arena. Forget everyone else here, Alyssum is underneath a microscope.

She lifts her hand and waves to the crowd of people on her left, trying to make eye contact with as many people as possible. How many of them were your sponsors? Will they sponsor her? Do any of them actually like her?

Then she hears her name screamed, head whipping in the direction, eyes searching to see a woman dressed in red. The woman hurls a blue rose at Alyssum, making her jerk to the side to catch it in time. Thankfully, all thorns have been removed from the stem, otherwise there’s no doubt that she’d be bleeding.

With the flower in hand, Alyssum holds it up for the woman to see, breaks a good portion of the stem, and then tucks it into her hair. Just as she moves on, more gifts are being thrown at her. Paslee, who’s begun to notice, can’t help but to laugh with her. It’s all so ridiculous.

Alyssum opens her mouth, leaning over to talk to Paslee, when the crowd explodes behind them. She thought that they’d been loud for her, but there’s another district that seems to have captured attention.

Paslee says something, she doesn’t catch it. Her eyes flicker upwards, looking to find some sort of indication on what’s going on. Should she be panicking or upset? All she knows is that she can’t turn around to look. It’ll just take the attention away from her, and redirect it to the other district.

She sees it on a television screen above her. Her smile slowly fades, she nudges Paslee with her elbow to get his attention. He follows her gaze, and soon, he’s no longer smiling either.

District Twelve is on fire.

Both of them, the girl and the boy, are on fire. They’re dressed in neck-to-ankle black, complete with a cape. They’re so bright, it makes the career districts forgettable. Alyssum tries not to be mad, making a genuine effort to convince herself that she should be happy for District Twelve, they’ve actually become memorable for once.

She can’t keep the thought process going on for long, though. The Hunger Games is a competition, tributes are posed against each other from the start. Those sponsors that could’ve been hers, are now possibly theirs.

District One’s chariot begins to enter the City Circle, signifying that the parade is already halfway over. All that’s left is the president’s speech, and then they’ll be on their way back to the hall that they came from in the Tribute Center.

Knowing that there’s going to be more cameras, Alyssum fixes her stance so that she’s standing taller again, forcing the smile to come back to her face. She can still hear the cheering and clapping behind her, the Capitol isn’t done with getting their fill of the Twelve tributes.

Each of the twelve chariots fill the loop of the City Circle, on the buildings nearby, Alyssum can see that every window is packed. With how close they are to the president’s mansion, it just means that these people are the most expensive. They are the ones that Alyssum should be wanting to sponsor her.

Since District Four’s chariot is already stopped, and now they’re just waiting for the others to come to a halt behind them, Alyssum looks up to the windows and gives a slight wave. Nothing hurts right now, anything she doesn’t do could set her up for failure. If she does too much, then it’s the same thing.

With the music ending flourishly, she redirects her attention to the balcony, where President Snow has stepped on to make his appearance for the speech. He gives his traditional welcome, but Alyssum’s focused on the television screen still, watching as the camera crew does their usual stop-and-go on the tributes in the chariots. She’s happy to see that she does get a few extra seconds, probably just long enough for Caesar and Claudius to comment, before moving on to the other districts.

They stay on Twelve the longest.

When the speech is finally over, the horses bring the chariots around the circle one last time for a final look, then they bring the tributes into the Tribute Center.

The chariot barely has enough time to come to a stop before the prep teams have surrounded Alyssum and Paslee, clapping their hands and squealing out praise. Alyssum tries to kindly accept what they have to say, but her eyes are on District Twelve, wanting to see who their stylist is. Only a genius pulls something like that out of thin air, and they’re brave to do it for Twelve in the first place.

The first thing that she notices is how she’s not the only one looking. Many, many other tributes around the girl and boy from Twelve are staring, and they’re not friendly looks either. This is enough for Alyssum to decide that she doesn’t need to hop on the train of hate, the other tributes already have that handled.

Just as she goes to turn away, her eyes catch Twelve’s girl--Katniss’--eyes. And it’s in those seconds, does Alyssum realize she’s got this whole thing backwards. Yes, the Hunger Games is a competition, which is the exact reason why she should be trying to get ahead at any possible chance. Even if there’s no guarantee it works, or that it might mess up future plans, it’s worth a try.

This is why Alyssum smiles, and waves long enough for Katniss to wave back. The two of them have got a lot of spotlight on them at the moment, only for different reasons. They could always bounce back and forth, desperate for the most shining airtime, or they could become allies and use it to their advantage.

Katniss gives Alyssum a shocked smile.

A hand is placed on Alyssum’s upper back, drawing her from the interaction she was having. When she looks over, she can see that it’s you, and you’re giving a curious look to where Alyssum was just staring.

“Ready to go?” you ask, once you don’t see anything.

“Yeah.” She beams.

Together, in a group, they all move to take an elevator up to their floor. On the way over, Paslee and Alyssum take a look at the careers while they can, since this is their preview to the training rooms. Of course, they saw them on television, but it’s nothing compared to seeing them in the flesh.

And from what Alyssum gathers in less than a minute, the most threatening district in their career group is going to be District Two. Just like she had figured yesterday, when she saw the reaping recaps. The girl is short but bulky, and the boy is average and strong. He’s been training his entire life, Alyssum knows it.

Elysia calls for the elevator, and holds the door so that everyone can go inside, with the exception of the stylists and prep teams. Elysia presses the button that will lead them to District Four’s apartment, in the meantime, Alyssum stares through the glass walls and watches as the ground gets further away from her.

This is her first--and probably last--time in an elevator.

In the apartment, Paslee and Alyssum suddenly have free reign until dinner. Elysia shows them their rooms again, and they’re bigger than the ones on the train. Alyssum figures that she may as well shower, not really wanting to stay in her costume until dinnertime.

She hums to herself as she picks out a comfortable evening outfit, jeans and a shirt, and gently picks up the shoes to lay by the door. The shower in the Capitol is much more complicated than the one on the train. She sets everything down on the counter, and messes with the control panel on the shower until it turns on, and it’s a respectable temperature.

The makeup runs straight down the drain, easily forgettable. She doesn’t need to wash her hair again, it’s been done plenty of times today already, so she just keeps it in the braid. The most she does is take out the flowers and toss them in a nearby trash can in the bathroom. After that, she’s left to scrub dirt and sweat from her skin, thinking how it’s such a waste of time to spend hours preparing her for just one chariot ride that doesn’t even last thirty minutes.

Just as Alyssum’s finished getting dressed, Elysia is knocking on the door to let her know that dinner’s ready. She slips on the shoes that she set beside the door, and then heads out of the room.

The first thing that Alyssum notices is how the stylists are here, which means they must be joining supper. It’s perfect, actually, because Alyssum has a question about District Twelve’s stylist, not really over how they gave Katniss and her tribute mate such a big debut.

You’re sitting at the table with Finnick, Laurel and Pleurisy, the four of you being engrossed in conversation. Elysia is nowhere to be seen, presumably retrieving Paslee. Alyssum almost feels like she’s intruding on the moment, until you’re motioning her over to join.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, giving her a side hug.

She smiles slightly, shrugging, “Good? I don’t know.”

“You’re not nervous or anything?”

Alyssum pauses long enough to realize what you’re implying. It isn’t about what she’s feeling at the moment, it’s any worries that might have come up from this morning to now. For example, the tribute parade.

“Oh, well,” Alyssum moves around the table to take an empty seat near to you, “I just wanted to know if Twelve’s stylist was new, since it’s a different approach to the district, instead of the usual coal miner stuff.”

Finnick nods, a smug look on his face when he looks at you, “I told you.”

You briefly glare, “I said I wasn’t sure because I saw her waving to the tributes, I never said you were wrong.”

“Your tone of voice did.”

“That’s--” you start.

“--not the point.” Laurel finishes smoothly, looking over Alyssum carefully, “And you’re smart for picking that up, because he is new.”

“Should we be worried about the interviews?” Paslee asks, coming down the steps with Elysia. He’s also changed into something more comfortable, taking a seat next to Alyssum.

“It’s all about personality and becoming memorable, as always.” Elysia tries.

“That’s not what I meant,” Paslee shakes his head, “I meant outfit-wise. If he pulled that out of nowhere, then what else will he be able to pull?”

If Alyssum was worried about Paslee not picking up on things earlier, she isn’t anymore. She knows that he’s older than her and all, but sometimes people skip over the small details because they don’t think it’s important.

“We’re going to try and find a way to make you guys pop too,” Pleurisy says, “We just have to change the outfits that we had originally laid out.”

“That’s comforting.” Paslee mutters, it’s hardly audible, and it looks like the others didn’t pick it up, with the exception of Alyssum.

It’s silent in the room for a long moment, allowing the tension to settle in further. Alyssum knows that all the outfits are supposed to be the stylists idea, which is the exact reason why they have so many outfits planned for the future. In a situation like this, though, planning ahead does nothing but screw you over.

Well, Pleurisy did just say they have to change the original outfits, anyway. It doesn’t hurt to try and throw out some ideas.

“What if the outfits changed pictures?” Alyssum asks Laurel.

She sits up taller, “What do you mean?”

“Um… well, like an optical illusion but if I moved my body, the scenery on the dress would change to something else because of how I was standing.”

It’s quiet for a moment, Alyssum begins to doubt the idea, maybe it wasn’t smart after all.

“Oh,” Elysia says, “Oh, I get it, like those Valentines cards that kids hand out in school.”

Laurel shifts her attention to her, “Is that what she means?”

“People hand out cards?” Paslee asks.

“It must be a Capitol thing.” Finnick tells him.

The light goes off in Pleurisy’s head too, “Lenticular! It’s called lenticular, I was just talking to Esmeray about it.”

“Do you think it’s possible to pull off?” Laurel asks, “Besides the materials, I think we could order it all tonight.”

Pleurisy is nodding quickly, “Yes, we just need to figure out the pictures--”

Paslee pats Alyssum on the back, “Quick thinking.”

Alyssum smiles, “Thank me later.”

Dinner kicks off after that, the Avoxes serving the meals one at a time. It’s just like how it was on the train, starting lightly with savory soups, and slowly moving into more of the heavier, more filling, foods. About halfway through, Alyssum decides that she’s full and would like to give her stomach time to settle before continuing.

The conversation keeps on the interview outfits for a while, Laurel and Pleurisy allow everyone to chime in and ask questions. Every now and then, they’ll actually ask for input on what the dress should look like. Like base color, where the pictures should go, what the top half of the dress should look like--it’s already decided that it should be puffed out and end above her knees.

Or with Paslee, what type of suit, if the pants should be the same material or just a plain base color. If his pictures should resemble something different or similar to Alyssum. It even goes down to the question of whether or not Alyssum and Paslee should match during the interviews, it’s common but not exactly liked by tributes.

For now, the two of them agree to it, because they haven’t found a need to say no just yet. Maybe later on, if the two of them have suddenly lost interest in an alliance and found two different groups to stick with. Alyssum has a feeling that Paslee is going to naturally drift towards the careers, which isn’t a horrible idea for him. He’s seventeen, built like the rest of them. Alyssum is still small, she’s twelve, and she’d be the youngest out of all of them.

Then again, there’s no one else to really form an alliance with. Of course, there’s always the other twelve year-old girl from Eleven, or the occasional other young tributes from the less popular distracts. That’s a whole problem by itself, though, because they’re typically not prepared for the Hunger Games, and therefore become a danger the more that time goes on.

And Alyssum can’t forget about her interaction with Katniss just a few hours ago. She’s an older sister, Alyssum saw her volunteer over the younger girl. Alyssum knows it could mean a number of things, like Katniss just wanting to protect her. But out of all the Hunger Games that Alyssum has watched, she’s never seen an older sibling volunteer over the younger one, because either way it’s a death sentence. Both of them will die.

No one is driven to volunteer that quickly just because they want to protect their younger siblings. There’s always a part of them that knows that they can win the Hunger Games. And for that exact reason alone, makes Alyssum think that Katniss can be a good ally. It’s just a matter of getting close enough to see what she knows.

Also, if Katniss does end up showing promise before the Hunger Games, the last thing that Alyssum would want is to be an enemy of some kind. Even a little bit of friendship between two tributes can go a long way. She’s seen it happen before, and it typically pays off in the end. Even if that means to sacrifice certain alliances.

After dinner, the Avoxes bring around a tall cake, painted a light shade of green. When they cut it open, candy pearls spill out the middle, clattering against the glass plate. They dish out a healthy serving for everyone to have, but with how rich the cake is, Alyssum can’t get through half of it before feeling full.

Once they’re all done at the table, they move on to watch the recap of the tribute parade. Honestly, Alyssum doesn’t like having to watch it over, it just means she gets to see the Capitol freak out over Twelve again. She’s tired of talking about them, at least until tomorrow.

The good news is that Alyssum and Paslee had been the center of attention until they had come out. If there’s anything to build off of, it would be that. But she already figured that was the case.

“It’s been a big day,” you start, looking over to Paslee and Alyssum, “I’m sure you two are exhausted.” You reach over, tucking one of the loose hanging hairs out of Alyssum’s face and behind her ear. There’s a gentle smile on your lips, “Finnick and I damn near passed out after our parade.”

Finnick places his hand on your upper back, a smile beginning on his own face, “We skipped dinner entirely.”

“Rest.” your attention diverts to Paslee, “Meet us here tomorrow morning so we can help you with the training session. The first day always means the most, the two days that follow are just as important. We’ll be here if you have any questions.”

“I’ll wake you in the morning if you don’t get up yourself.” Elysia pipes, sitting up straight.

It’s clear that they’re queueing them to go, so Alyssum doesn’t argue. She looks at Laurel, “Thank you for the tribute parade. And if you see the others, can you thank them too? I appreciate them being gentle.” she turns to you and Finnick, “Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you too.” you say, Finnick’s voice echoes yours.

Just like that, Alyssum heads up the steps, leaving Paslee to say his own goodnight. She doesn’t go into her room immediately, though. She stands in the hallway, hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans while she waits for him to catch up. When he does, he notices her and stands on the other side of the hall to make it look like he’s gone to his room.

“Do you want to try out the career group?” She asks.

“What else do you have in mind?” Paslee asks back.

Alyssum tilts her head slightly, eyes drifting from his face when she hears you and the others start speaking to each other again, “Katniss and her friend have made a pretty good impression.”

“They’re from Twelve,” he says, tone disinterested.

“(Y/n) and Finnick were fifteen and fourteen when they won together, an occurrence that the Capitol hadn’t allowed in like--thirty years!” she brings her hands out to motion, “I’m not talking about odds here, because they’ve always been wonky with my family. I’m saying we pool sponsors together if they end up showing some promise.”

Paslee doesn’t look convinced, his face twists and he’s shaking his head still. Alyssum’s only heard stories about what happened between you and Finnick during your time in the Capitol. There’s one story you tell to all the newcomers of the boarding school to give them an idea of what it’s really like. And the big lesson that normally derives from it, is that alliances don’t last.

You and Finnick had been allies until the two of you split, you to the careers and him to a group of lesser known tributes. In a way, it worked out in the end because the two of you did end up back together. The only problem is that’s not always the case.

While Alyssum was watching the tribute parade, she noticed something very specific, and it’s that out of all of the districts, only two of them were friendly to each other. And she means that she and Paslee had looked at each other, and Katniss and her friend were holding hands. Out of the other ten districts, neither of the tributes even bothered to acknowledge each other.

Alyssum may not be perfect, but she’s not stupid enough to ignore the facts. She knows that it’s not often that tributes are going to like each other, especially coming from the same district. So, why not try and create an alliance that’ll actually work? Not even Districts One and Two were talking to each other.

“Okay, well, you don’t have to like the idea,” Alyssum gives him a funny smile, “It’s just there in case it’s the better option.”

“I don’t…” Paslee trails off.

She’s backing away toward her room, eyebrows raised, “You don’t what?”

He doesn’t answer her, she goes into her room. You’ve said it many times inside of the boarding school, that only the tributes that have been drawn to go into the games can assign their fate. No one else can make these decisions for her, and dwelling on just one person can very well ruin her plan.

She gets ready for bed, changing into a pair of shorts and a shirt before curling into bed. The bed is soft and comfortable, the room cold enough to enjoy, and the blankets keeping her warm, she falls asleep in no time. Even though there are nightmares waiting in the days coming.

Elysia’s insistent knocking wakes Alyssum, she stands in the doorway, waiting patiently until Alyssum can finally comprehend what she’s saying, “First day of training, you’re not going to want to skip breakfast.”

Alyssum yawns, using the heels of her hands to rub her eyes.

“All uniforms are pre-picked by the stylists, yours should be in the closet.”

When she lifts her head, she sees a blurry image of Elysia standing at the door, one hand resting on the frame, the other on her hip. Alyssum has to blink a few times in order to see better.

“Okay, thank you.”

Elysia nods her head once, and then whirls around to leave. The door slides shut automatically, and Alyssum is left to get ready by herself. She silently makes her way around the room, throwing any blankets that might have ended up on the floor, back onto the bed.

The closet is still unnecessarily big, so it takes her a moment to scan the shelves to see which clothes Laurel had laid out for her. There’s a sports bra, a tank top and leggings all folded together on the shelf. She picks it all up, and grabs any extra items she’s going to need while getting ready.

She spends a good minute staring at the window that takes up the entire wall, not liking the idea of the people below seeing her sleeping--and changing. She groans and heads into the bathroom instead, changing into the training outfit. It’s white in most areas, the accent color being black. Her leggings are entirely black, and the shoes are a repeat of the shirt.

Alyssum takes her time trying to brush her hair, knowing that there’s going to be snarls. The blow dryers that the shower comes with were extremely good at getting it all out last night. Today, it’s Alyssum’s problem. And she ends up tying it out of her face, anyway, not wanting to be bothered by it all day.

It isn’t until she’s finished getting ready, does she realize that she’s missing something very important. She stands in the bathroom, staring at herself for a long time, going over each body part individually, thinking that she’ll catch it that way. She’s right, her eyes stop on her neck.

The necklace isn’t there.

Alyssum straightens up, the sleep completely leaving her body. Did she leave it on the train last night? You even went out of your way last night to ask to make sure she wouldn’t, and here she is. Then again, it could have happened this morning when the prep team had jumped at her for the grooming.

Did she even have it this morning?

Alyssum leaves her bedroom, going into the dining room. You’re already sitting out there with Finnick and Elysia, Paslee nowhere to be seen. He’s probably still getting ready, or searching for his training outfit, since it wasn’t in any obvious spot like Alyssum thought it would be.

“Good morning,” You hum, giving a smile to Alyssum, “How’d you sleep?”

Alyssum shrugs, “Pretty good, actually.” She takes her seat at the table, “Did you take my necklace off the train?”

Your smile widens into a grin, and Alyssum immediately knows that it’s the case, “Yes, and I already gave it to Elysia. The Gamemakers will have a look at it, and if it’s approved, Laurel will give it to you before you go back into the arena.”

“Okay,” she falls back against her chair, relieved that she’s not going to be in charge of it for the next couple of days.

“What about you?” Finnick asks Paslee, “Any tokens?”

Paslee nods a little, bringing up his wrist to show off a silver bracelet, “It belonged to Marsh. He forgot to take it into the arena with him.”

Finnick hold his hand out to take it, “Does it have any poison, knives, needles, anything that might get you in trouble?”

“No, it’s just this chain.” he drops it into Finnick’s palm.

“It should pass inspection, then.” Elysia takes it from Finnick, placing it into a pocket on the inside of her jacket.

Breakfast is then served by the Avoxes, taking away the chance to continue the conversation any further. Alyssum eats the assorted dishes, being careful to avoid foods she knows that she doesn’t like, and anything that might make her feel sick inside of the training room. Not to mention, she will be able to eat lunch in a few hours.

You and Finnick finish much faster than they do, and don’t wait for them to finish eating before Finnick begins, “You have to remember that the Hunger Games is a competition. Save your best skill for the private session with the Gamemakers, that happens in two days.”

“Your goal is to impress the Gamemakers, not the tributes around you. Everything you do inside of the gym from today to the private session will be observed and noted. You are careers, they’re expecting great things from you. And there’s no use in saying ‘no pressure’ because the pressure is on.”

Alyssum’s nodding along, so is Paslee. They understand, the two of them have spent years in the boarding school for this reason. They have trained for years, and in doing that, have found the skills that they’re good at, and honed the ones that weren’t as good, they’re prepared. Especially Paslee more than Alyssum.

“Don’t force an alliance with the careers.” you say suddenly, eyes on Alyssum, “I’m talking to you, Aly.”

“I know you are.”

“The careers don’t like tributes younger than them because the younglings are hard to control and sometimes unpredictable. I’m not saying you are, but the more you force them, the more they’re going to deny.”

“Actually, now that you say that,” Finnick looks at you, “Maybe she shouldn’t try at all.”

Alyssum sits up in her chair now, mouth falling open. She wants to object, because that’s not fair at all.

“If she’s good in the training center and scores high, the careers will target her and take her down because they know that she’s weak to some capacity. I mean, look at her and tell me you wouldn’t be able to take her down in a fight.” Finnick explains.

“Well, of course I can.”

“No, I mean look at her from a tribute perspective…” he looks back at Alyssum, the room is silent for a while.

And then you blow air out of your cheeks, “The Twelve tributes we went against.”

“Exactly.” Finnick says, happy that you’ve figured out what he was thinking about, “We were young then too.”

You hum, “She still needs sponsors.”

Elysia clears her throat, “How about you try at eighty percent and not one hundred?”

“Yes, don’t make an actual effort to be noticed.” Finnick agrees.

Alyssum nods slowly, her mouth has since closed. She’s still not exactly thrilled by the idea of hanging back, because it could cost her the training score, but then she remembers that if it doesn’t work out with the careers, she has a backup plan.

“Okay.” Alyssum smiles, “Easy peasy.”

Elysia checks her watch, “We have fifteen minutes before we have to leave. Meet me at the elevator by ten.”

She stands from the table, gives a pointed look to Alyssum and Paslee, and then leaves to the back room. You and Finnick also take this as a sign to get up, knwoing how much work has to be done before the games. And the interview outfits!

“We’ll be here when you get back.” You smile, “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Alyssum says, heading back to her room.

She brushes her teeth first, making sure that her mouth hurts by how much toothpaste she uses. After, she searches the drawers for some type of body mist that she can put on, on top of the deodorant and everything else she applied before breakfast. She doesn’t want to smell horrible by the end of the day, so she’ll do anything possible to prevent it.

She spends her remaining time trying to find tomorrow’s outfit so that she doesn’t have to search. She places it in the same spot where she found today’s clothes, and hopes that no one will come around later to move it. By the time she’s done reorganizing the closet to her liking, it’s time for her to go.

Elysia is waiting at the elevator, just as she promised she would be. It’s a minute or so later before Paslee is joining them. She presses the button, the doors shut, and the only noise that fills the silence is the sound of the elevator going down. And right when Alyssum is prepared for it to stop at the base floor, it continues.

“The gymnasium is underground.” Elysia says, as if she’s reading their minds. When the doors open again, she starts off first, “I can’t go inside of the room with you, I’ll walk you as far as possible.”

And she does, taking them halfway through the hallway before she decides that they need to show some independence. If the other tributes see her in the doorway, then it’ll be obvious that they had her walk them up. Besides, it’s not really much of a problem, they can see the door now.

“Thank you!” Alyssum shouts, waving goodbye to Elysia before they both head inside.

The doors open automatically, allowing them to get their first look at the room they’ll be training in for the next three days. Alyssum can’t help but to look at each individual station, noting what they are and which ones she’d like to visit before the day is over.

They aren’t the last to arrive, and they aren’t the first either. That’s the good news, because punctuality is important, just not enough to be the first people inside. As long as they come inside some time during the middle, then they won’t be remembered. Even though the other tributes are looking at them now. She wonders what’s on their minds.

Paslee and Alyssum are stopped a little after the doors, being told that they need to wear a mandatory number. They don’t specify why, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize that it’s because the gamemakers need a way to keep track of them. There’s going to be twenty-four tributes inside, she’s almost certain that the gamemakers just think of them all as a blur by now. So many faces, only one of them will survive.

Once the patch is placed on their backs, it’s time for them to pick a place to stand. Her eyes wander, dancing over the different Capitol personnel, glancing briefly at the gamemakers in the box above, and the tributes standing in a circle. Alyssum laces her fingers together, trying to keep level breathing.

These are her opponents. No one here right now is a friend.

She doesn’t even see District Twelve.

The only thing that matters is that the other careers are here, standing together in a group. They’ve already formed their alliance, and they seem pretty friendly for the most part. At first, they pay Alyssum and Paslee no attention, continuing their conversation, filling the air with their laughter.

It isn’t until the blonde girl from One glances, and does a double-take, do the rest of them follow.

“Smile.” Alyssum murmurs, trying to be quiet as she looks away, “If they smile back, then join them. I’ll see you later, grab me if they’re interested.”

“Good luck.” Paslee says.

“Same to you.”

She moves away from the careers, choosing to stand in the back so she isn’t up front near the Capitol trainer. Her mind begins to run, starting slowly and speeding up the more time goes on. Is this the same head trainer that you had nine years ago? What about the people standing at the stations? Or the Gamemakers?

It takes everything in her not to hyperventilate, taking deep breaths through her nose. She’s walking in your shadow, everything she does will be compared to what you had done. Reaping, tribute parade, training score, interview outfits, first day debuts in the arena. It’s beginning to make her sick to her stomach. She shouldn’t have eaten so much this morning.

Thankfully, it’s only a couple more minutes before more tributes begin to trickle in. When District Twelve finally shows up and joins the circle, the head trainer is allowed to begin. Alyssum moves forward to see her, now.

Her name is Atala, she’s tall and clearly athletic. She says that each tribute is free to move station to station as they will, but the experts standing at each station aren’t allowed to move. Tributes are also not allowed to fight each other, which is why combat experts are provided if requested. It’s preferred that all items stay in their respective boundaries, but it’s not enforced.

Once the formalities are over, Atala begins going down a list of the stations available. Starting with survival, and moving on to combat. Alyssum can hardly note the names long enough to remember them. By the time Atala’s going down the combat list, Aly’s decided that she’ll just try and go to each station at least once.

Finally, Atala releases them, allowing everyone to move. Alyssum doesn’t move from her spot so that she can see exactly where everyone goes. The Careers, and Paslee, unsurprisingly head towards the weapons. She turns her body away from that direction, although she knows that she’ll have to go over there eventually.

It just leaves all the survival skills, like fire starting.

She knows all of this already, the most she can do is a basic overview of it all. Ten minutes, at the very least, should be enough to refresh her memory. And hopefully the experts can give her new and improved ways of doing things. District Four’s boarding school is very good, you and every other victor have made sure of that. Sometimes the Capitol can pull tricks out of their asses.

So, Alyssum starts with the fires. The expert is clearly delighted, letting her sit around the ring of rocks before beginning. When they ask if Aly has any previous experience with starting fires, or any clue on how to, it’s an easy answer. She lists off three different ways, and demonstrates all three, before moving on to different ideas.

Since she clearly doesn’t need help, the expert settles for small talk. It’s polite, but they dance around questions, obviously wanting to ask them but are too afraid to go through with it. Alyssum gives up some information willingly, she just keeps the personal stuff to herself.

Once she finally grows bored, she bids the expert goodbye, moving on to the next lucky expert that gets to watch her do their job for them. It’s just as she expected, she knows all of these stations already. The most she can do is refresh her memory every couple of minutes.

Until she gives up the rotation entirely and just stands in the middle of the room, hands on her hips while she tries to make her next decision. All of her logic has secured itself on the idea of the weapons, since she hasn’t had full training with them yet. Even in the boarding school, she was only allowed to dabble in it. It was next year, and the year to follow, where she was supposed to fully begin to understand it all.

The problem is that’s where the careers are, where Paslee is. She doesn’t want to just go over there and make it seem like she wants their attention. If anything, she wants to get some practice of her own. All they do is hoard that area and intimidate anyone who thinks of going over, it’s unfair. And they’re supposed to do that all three days.

The only other option she’s seeing is actually settling on the survival stuff, but it’s pretty clear she doesn’t need to.

She takes in a deep breath, staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then begins to make her way on the far side away from the careers. Which starts her at axe practice, a top-heavy weapon that she doesn’t see herself willingly using inside of the arena. She’s not strong enough to lug a weapon like that around the entire time, something smaller--a knife--would be much easier.

The expert straightens when they see her approach, and are more than happy to begin her on basics. Immediately, Alyssum can see her mood uplift as she begins to learn new techniques, thinking that this is what she should have been doing the entire time. She spends a whole hour just testing out different sizes, and swinging them to get a feel for it.

By the time lunch rolls around, she’s learned how to wield an axe, carry heavier weapons, and only touched her toe to the water when it came to the spears. She knows how to throw spears, it’s the one skill that the victors teach at the boarding school for the younger kids, besides the knives. The smaller the items, the easier it is to work. That’s the rule.

It’s pretty obvious right off the bat that Paslee is stuck with the careers now, so she isn’t surprised when he sits with them and completely ignores her. Not a single glance has been offered her way this entire day. If he’s trying to play up an act, he’s doing a good job of it. She’s just hoping that he isn’t trying to shut her out already. She thought that he’d at least give her a chance to join the career pack.

Either way, it doesn’t matter. Alyssum gathers up a small plate of food that looks good before taking a seat at an empty table. She watches as the other tributes come into the adjacent lunch room, peeling apart her bread rolls and wondering if any of them are actually brave enough to sit with her. Not because she’s intimidating, or the sister of a victor, but because tributes don’t normally intermix--unless you’re a career.

She almost thinks that’s the case, until Katniss and her tribute counterpart are sitting at the end of her table. She shares a smile with the boy, dipping her spoon into the stew. Alliances are so delicate during the first few beginning days of the week in the Capitol, so it’s hard for her to force herself to speak to them.

“Your parade costumes were amazing,” she says, watching as Katniss looks over suddenly, eyes going over Alyssum. There’s no doubt that she’s sizing Alyssum up in some way, maybe figuring out her lifespan in the games will be. She wouldn’t be the first, and she’s not going to be the last, “I would’ve changed my mind last minute.”

The boy chuckles, “Trust me, I did.”

Katniss gives him a look, and then gives a sheepish smile, “Yeah, me too.”

Alyssum sits a bit taller, “I’m Alyssum.”

“Peeta,” the boy extends his hand, Aly moves to take it, shaking it once, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Katniss.” she holds out her hand too, but it’s not as smooth.

Alyssum’s a lot more gentle, and she ends up turning over Katniss’ hands to take a look at her nails, curious to see what her prep team had done to them. It’s just as she expected, fiery nails, flames of red and orange on a black background.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Peeta.” Alyssum let’s go of Katniss’ hand, moving back to her bowl of soup.

Conversation is light with the two of them, it gets a little awkward at times, but Peeta always manages to find a new topic to start with. No matter what, neither of them ask about you, which she’s a little surprised about. Everyone has been talking about the sister situation, so she’s sure it’s only a matter of time before the tributes are dragged in too.

As soon as lunch is over, Alyssum is the first to say goodbye to Katniss and Peeta, explaining that she wants the weapons that the careers were standing by before lunch. They understand, and she manages to take over the sword station, since the careers were dragging their feet.

She finds out early on that she’s not too shabby with a sword. She just needs a lot of practice, which she has more than enough time to do. The expert is polite, and doesn’t hide the fact that they’re surprised over her missing knowledge. Yes, she’s been excelling at survival skills, there’s no doubt that word has traveled, but it doesn’t mean she’ll be good at combat.

Either way, it’s clear that the careers grow impatient over her learning, and don’t give her anymore space. They move back in as soon as they’re ready to, making her a lot more stiff when it comes to swinging the sword. They’re so close, and she can hear their conversation, which is making her even more uncomfortable. Especially since they’re making bets on who’s going to run to the cornucopia, and making hypothetical kills with said tributes.

It all goes downhill once her name is mentioned.

Alyssum stops, sweat running down her temples as she looks over to the group. The girl from Two, the fifteen year-old who volunteered, is looking right at her with a dangerous smirk. The boy with her is also giving the same look.

Paslee glances over his shoulder. Alyssum slams the sword tip-down into the ground, knuckles turning pale from how hard she grips the other end.

“She’s only twelve, she’ll be dumb enough to run into the cornucopia,” the Two girl repeats, “And she’ll be the first I kill.”

Alyssum straightens, “Who says you’ll even be able to get your beefy hands on me?” her eyes wander down, face twisting, “Or that you’ll run fast enough.”

Two girl squints her eyes, starting forward. Alyssum keeps her stance, raising her chin a little when the girl comes close. Two girl is taller than she is, and she’s a lot bigger too. Alyssum knows exactly what you’d say to her right now, and it’s that she’s picking a fight she can’t win, one that’ll bite her in the ass later on.

However, Alyssum is part of the Gallows family, and she’ll dig her own grave if it means to defend the name.

“Say it again.”

“You heard me the first time.” Alyssum snaps, hand tightening around the sword, “If you can’t take the heat, don’t play with fire.”

The girl goes to open her mouth, but she’s stopped when Atala appears, clearly here to mediate.

“What’s going on?”

“Friendly banter.” Alyssum smiles, and then looks at Two girl, eyebrows raised, “She was just telling me how she’s going to kill me during the bloodbath. And I was just about to tell her that I’ll kill her in her sleep just like how my older sister killed Allio during her Hunger Games.”

Two girl jerks, Atala steps in-between before there’s an actual conflict. Alyssum dumps her sword in the bin by the station.

“That’s enough, stay away from each other.” Atala warns.

“If you’re going to get territorial again in the future,” Aly starts, beginning to move toward the door, going to leave early, “you might as well piss on the floor, bitch.”

Two jerks again, it takes two experts to hold her back this time. Alyssum doesn’t turn around after she leaves. It isn’t until she steps into the hallway, does she realize how jittery she is. The amount of adrenaline that must have been going through her body… for a second she had herself convinced that she was going to swing the sword. And she would have, if it had gotten any uglier.

She punches the elevator button, shaking her hands while she waits. She needs to tell you and Finnick before Paslee does, just so he doesn’t get the details fucked up. He might try to cut corners to save the relationship between you two and him, since being on good terms with mentors is an important factor.

The elevator ride is short, and so is the walk to the apartment. By the time she gets inside, she feels considerably better, no longer as shaky, and her body has lost the heat factor. When she walks inside, she’s able to see that Finnick and Elysia are standing together, talking.

Their conversation falters when they both see Alyssum.

Elysia immediately checks her watch, confused, “You aren’t supposed to be back for another hour and a half.”

All it takes is Finnick looking over her once to realize that something isn’t right, “What happened?”

“Got in a fight with one of the careers, and Paslee didn’t do anything to prevent it.”

Elysia’s eyes widen, hurrying over, “Did they touch you? How much trouble are you in?”

“Atala stopped it before we got physical, but I said something after she told us to stop so…”

“Tell me the entire story.” Finnick says.

Alyssum does, trying to be as transparent as possible, but it gets difficult at the end, especially when she starts telling Finnick about the conversation the careers were having right before. He slowly starts getting more angry, Elysia is more stressed than anything. It isn’t until the story is over, does Alyssum get the idea that the situation is worse than she thought it was.

“Well,” Finnick sighs, looking up to the ceiling, “You definitely left an impression.”

“Not the one you wanted me to, though.” Aly frowns, “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, placing his hands on the back of his neck, “You have nothing to be sorry for, I’m hoping the Gamemakers at least watched. That might do some good for your score.”

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Alyssum asks.

“Sleeping, but I guess we should wake her up.” Finnick bites the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll stay out here in case Paslee shows up.” Elysia says, “Make sure he doesn’t go far.”

“Thanks,” Finnick nods, and then jerks his head for Alyssum to follow him, “Do you have an alliance, at least?”

“I sat with Katniss and Peeta during lunch, they’re pretty nice. Didn’t talk to them much.”

“That’s good, try not to make any more enemies, okay?”

Alyssum gives him a funny smile, “No promises.”

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A Dance for Three

Ikemen Vampire Big Bang 2021

Pairing: Comte/Leonardo/MC

Smut with plot 18+ NSFW

Masterlist for 7 chapters 17k words

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Chapter 5- Need

“Do you need help with your dress, ma chérie?”

It was a few days later, and Comte leaned in the doorway of her room. Niamh smiled at him through the mirror and nodded as she finished her makeup. A dainty lace mask lay on her dressing table to be tied on before the ball. Comte closed the door behind him, moving forward. His fingers traced the tiny rubies pinned into her elaborately coiffed hair.

“You look beautiful.”

“Comte, I’m not even dressed yet,” she laughed, plucking at her robe.

“You always look radiant to me. This is for you.” He handed her a slim jewelry box tied with a silvery bow. “I was going to give it to you this morning, but you left our bed far too early.”

Niamh rolled her eyes. Comte was still trying to convince her to move everything back into his room. Right now, she felt more comfortable having her own space. It didn’t stop her from ending up in his bed every night; the temptation of his body and the comfort of it wrapped around her was too great to deny. She opened the box, a beautiful jet collar studded with diamonds lay next to drop pendant earrings.

“This is lovely, Comte, thank you.”

“May I?” He lifted the necklace from the box. Niamh nodded and turned toward her mirror. He fastened the ornate chain around her neck with a gentle touch and arranged the teardrop-shaped gems hanging from it. Lifting the heavy drop earrings, he carefully attached them to her lobes.

“Magnificient,” Comte slowly pulled the shoulder of her robe down to kiss her silken bare flesh. His passionate, heated lips traveled upward, skimming the cool stones to worship her throat. He spun her on the small stool, hands unknotting the ties of her robe and sliding inside as if unwrapping a present.

“Comte,” Niamh gasped out as his hands cupped her bare breasts, thumbs fondling her nipples into tempting, cherry-colored peaks.

“Yes, mon cœur?” He kneeled before her, taking one breast almost fully into his mouth. Niamh bit the sleeve of her robe not to cry out.

“I need help into my dress, not out of it,” she teased breathlessly. He moved to her other breast circling it endlessly with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and felt that heat settle in her loins as her breasts grew heavy with desire. She wanted him touching her, everywhere, now. Niamh leaned back, letting the robe fall open. He pushed it off her shoulders to drop in graceful folds on the floor.

“So very beautiful, in only my gifts.” He stood then, tracing a finger lightly over the curve of her ear, setting the earring to sway.

Niamh slid her hands to his hips; her eyes moved down to his obvious arousal. She licked her lips, and Comte chuckled softly.

“Do you hunger for me, as I do for you?” He cupped her cheeks, raising her eyes to meet his.

“Yes.” Niamh slid her thumb over his tented pants, feeling the hard length of him through the smooth fabric.

“Niamh, let me feel your mouth around me.”

She freed his erection from his pants, sliding her hands along his heavy, thick length before gripping his hips. Comte watched as crimson painted lips swallowed him down. Niamh’s tongue lapped at his crown before sliding his cock deeper to be caressed hotly by her throat. He cupped her head, a soft moan rising from his lips.

“Yes, that’s it - a little harder, ma chérie.”

Her cheeks hollowed as she acquiesced to his desires. Fingers digging into his hips, Niamh pulled him into her, sucking the hard, silken length of his member. She drew off, placing small kisses along the head, lapping at his slit. Comte watched, glorying in the very private erotic show. He wouldn't mind sharing this view, it was exquisite. The graceful way her shoulders flexed as Niamh held him to her was enticing.. Her back arched, pressing those succulent breasts to his skin. She squirmed and undulated with each suck, seeking friction for the wetness between her thighs. He gazed down, seeing the half-moon curve of her pale bottom over her mass of golden copper curls. How he wanted to taste her right now, but that wasn’t in the plans just yet.

“Mmm, such a good girl…” He gripped her shoulder as she feathered her tongue on the underside of his cock. Looking down, he could see the enticing ring of red her lip rouge left on his flesh. Her teeth dragged along his length, and he almost lost his mind. He held her steady, thrusting into her mouth. Niamh’s gaze caught his, and her eyes darkened in passion to midnight blue. She grinned around his cock, and he almost lost control. God, how he loved her.

He reached down, tweaking her cherry tipped nipples, and she groaned against his hard length. Then moaned again as she tasted him, her tongue lathing over his swollen head, catching every drop. She sucked down on him, her head bobbing faster. Her hand came up, fondling his balls, stroking the skin, pulling them tight. Comte’s eyes rolled back, and he let out a whimpering moan.

“Niamh…drink me down.” She drew on him hard and then caressed his thighs as he came. His hoarse cries echoed through the room.

Niamh swallowed, then kissed along his stomach. Comte collapsed to his knees, his head resting in her lap. Her hands feathered through his silky hair, a soft smile graced her lips to see him so spent. He nuzzled into her coppery blond curls, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Comte’s strong arms surrounded her hips, pulling her close. He traced soft kisses along her thighs, lapping up her arousal.

“Let’s get you in your gown, then shall we?” He rose, an impish light in his eyes.

“Comte?” Niamh squirmed in her seat. He had never left her wanting before. The ache to be touched was almost unbearable.

“Yes, ma chérie?” He fastened his pants, straightening his clothes. Stepping to her bed where her underpinnings were laid out, he retrieved her chemise.

“I…we have time…certainly, you aren’t going to leave me-“

“Come now, into your chemise.” He slid it down over her head, his fingers lightly brushing from her aching breasts to her sensitive hips, then teasingly dragging over her swollen clit. She lifted her hips, following the motion, but he ghosted away.

“Comte…” a frustrated hiss through clenched teeth. He kept the light smile on his face, sliding the corset over her form, fondling her breasts into the garment. He took her hand to stand, then placed it on the bedpost.

“That’s a good girl, keep your hands on the post like that, just for me.” His hand slid up her inner thigh, barely brushing against her soaked slit. Fingers traced wetly over her lush, round ass cheeks before moving to lace her corset. With a small hum, he picked up her bodice, setting it nearby.

“Comte, you are killing me,” Niamh panted out. Comte moved back to the bed, tossed her bloomers to the side, studied her stockings a moment, and then picked up her crinoline.

“Step into that for me, ma chérie?”

She cocked her head curiously, then obliged. Was he really going to fully dress her before giving her some release from this maddening pressure? Comte carefully fastened all the gown's underpinnings, then slid the claret satin bodice over her head. With deft fingers, he pulled the laces tight. Comte stood so close she could feel her bottom pressing to his firm hips with each tug. Another turn and he was dropping the dress over her head and arranging it over her bodice.

“Have a seat on the stool.” He rummaged through her armoire, then pulled out a pair of red silk stockings with black garter ribbons. “I want you to wear these tonight and nothing else under your gown.” He pushed her skirts up, sliding the silk along her legs, tying the bows to her thighs. His amber eyes met hers, and he slid long fingers through the soft, wet folds of her arousal.

Finally.

Then he withdrew, licking his fingers off. A soft cry of protest rose in her throat.

“You are enchantingly delicious, ma chérie.” He took Niamh’s hand, helping her to rise.

“Now, unfortunately, a few things came up that I must attend to prior to the ball tonight, so I will meet you there.” He settled the mask on her face, tying it artistically into her still perfectly coiffed hair.

“Leonardo will be here shortly to escort you. I’ll join the two of you later tonight.”

Niamh’s mouth made a little ‘o’ as she stared at Comte through her lace mask. Comte picked up the small pot of crimson lip rouge and used the brush to delicately reapply it to her now swollen, pouty lips.

“He said yes?”

“With the way you look right now, so wound up and needy. The way your perfume drenches the air…how could he resist?”

She continued to stare at him in disbelief.

“Enjoy your time with Leonardo. I’ll join the two of you soon enough.” He kissed her forehead and left.

Comte walked down the hall, humming to himself. He still needed to get dressed, but he had plenty of time. He turned the corner and rapped on the door to Leonardo’s room. The door swung open, the warm scent of clove cigarillos flowed out into the hall.

“Ah, Comte, you are early.” Leo tied his cravat, then nervously untied it with a frustrated grunt. He stepped back, allowing the blond to enter his room.

“I’m afraid something has come up, and I’ll be running a little late.” His fingers brushed aside Leonardo’s as he looped the dark burgundy cravat into an elaborate knot, securing it with a jet colored pin. “Could I trouble you to escort Niamh to the ball, I’ll catch up with the two of you later tonight?”

“Escort her? Without you?” Leonardo raised his brow, “Scusa, Comte, but I don’t want to be alone again with Niamh. It’s just too painful to-“

Warm lips covered Leonardo’s mouth, silencing his fears. Comte's familiar, comforting taste soaked into his soul, along with the enticing scent of female musk that lightly scented his skin.

“I want you to show her a good time. I will join the two of you later,” Comte whispered against his lips, “You agreed to try.”

“You taste of her,” Leonardo moaned, leaning in to kiss him again.

The corner of Comte’s lip curled upward, “I assure you the flavor is more exquisite from the source.”

Comte lifted Leo’s suit jacket from a nearby chair, “There is a carriage waiting out front to take you, I’ll be an hour or so behind you. It gives the two of you time to become reacquainted, yes?”

Leonardo nodded, pulling the jacket on. Comte straightened it then ran his fingers affectionately through his ash-brown hair, smoothing it back.

“Go on, Niamh is waiting for you.”

Leonardo raised his hand to knock on the door as it swung open, and Niamh nearly stepped into him. She gazed upward, startled sky-blue eyes wide. Her tongue darted out, licking rouged lips nervously, and she let out a little gasped ‘o’.

His heightened senses picked up the scent of Comte on her; he noted her flushed features and swollen lips. Damn the man, he had done it on purpose. Leonardo licked his lips, inhaling the enticing scent deeply.

Niamh was lovely, even more so than he had ever seen her.

His attraction to her had always been difficult to deny. He had constantly reminded his analytical mind not to fall in love with this woman, that she would be gone in a blink. That Niamh would age before his eyes and be dust, leaving him a heartbroken ruin.

“Hello.” She smiled, and he felt a dull ache stabbing his heart, followed by a tightening in his groin.

“Hello.” Dammit... he needed a smoke, “Comte sent me. He’s detained and asked me to escort you to the Midsummer Ball.”

A lock of her strawberry blonde hair clung to the lace of her mask. Leo lifted his hand, gently brushing it from her cheek to tuck it behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, lashes fluttering.

“I see,” Niamh whispered but remained standing in the doorway, staring up at him. His eyes wandered over her perfectly coiffed hair, to the lovely jewelry down to how her bodice scooped up her breasts, displaying them against the claret satin of her dress. His mouth went dry.

“You look enchanting, cara mia.” He offered his hand.

“Are you enchanted, Leonardo?” She placed her hand in his letting him guide her forward.

“I have been since the first time my lips tasted yours.”

A sweet flush covered her cheeks, and Niamh looked down as he folded her hand into the crook of his arm. Leonardo led her down the hall to the foyer, guiding her down the grand staircase.

Outside, the air was still stifling; he handed her up into the carriage then sat beside her. With a smile, he gave her a black lace fan.

“It will likely be warm. I know this isn’t your first ball. I’m sure Comte has taken you to every one in this area.”

“He does enjoy his social events.” Niamh flipped the fan open, angling it to cool them both.

“I am certain they have become more enjoyable for him with such an alluring partner.”

“Leonardo,” she grinned, playfully tapping his shoulder with the fan, “such flattery. What’s a lady to think?”

“That I’d like a second chance with you, Niamh. Forgiveness for my poor decisions and a clean slate for our future.” His hand covered hers. Leo angled toward her as the carriage began to roll toward their destination.

In answer, she leaned forward, one small hand pressed to his chest. Her lips brushed warmly to his in the faintest of touches.

“Done,” she whispered. Leonardo brought his arms around her, cradling her to him for another kiss. Then he savored a third. The feel of her lips against his was addictive. He could still smell the faintest trace of Comte’s musk on her, and it was all the more alluring.

Her tongue traced his lower lip; he captured it with his own then growled low, pulling her onto his lap.

“Naughty girl, you come to the ball still tasting of him.” He plundered her mouth, arms tight around her, lapping every savory bit up. Niamh gasped against his lips, her faint flush rising to a bright crimson as she realized he knew Comte’s taste. Niamh imagined the two men sharing passions. Her mind blinked back to watching them that day. The aggressive way Leo had moved over him. Warmth bloomed low in her stomach. She twisted in his lap, feeling the wetness against her thighs. Leonardo’s nostrils flared, and a wolfish grin tugged at his lips. He pulled back, his golden eyes dark as he slid his hand under her skirts, along the smooth silk of her stockings. They watched each other as his fingers quested higher. Leonardo traced the satin garter ribbons and how the lace pressed to the softness of her thighs.

She didn’t stop him.

Her thighs parted. And Leo's fingertips lightly brushed against her damp curls. He moaned, his lips going to her neck.

“You are wet for me…” His fingers stroked her then, exploring gently. Leonardo held her close, his lips moving over her throat above her necklace. Niamh's answer was a low whimper, her hips chasing the sensation, begging for more.

Leonardo slid one finger inside her quivering depths, his thumb stroking over that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her breath catch at each small swipe.

“Have you thought of me in this way, cara mia? Fantasized of me touching you like this?” She nodded wordlessly, but the crimson blush that raised to the very tips of her ears spoke volumes. Leonardo’s lips moved to hers again, gentle this time, swallowing her moans and soft gasps as his fingers worked in and out of her tight silken sheath. He wanted to undress her now, ached to see her breasts, to taste her skin.

With a soft gasp, she came. Her body fluttered around his finger, gripping him. He sucked her lower lip then pulled back to gaze at her face. There was not a more beautiful woman in this world. Gently he withdrew but couldn’t resist licking her taste from his fingers. He settled her against his chest, her head lolling in contented bliss.

“I’ve dreamed of you many times, but it was nothing compared to this.” He tenderly brushed a kiss over her forehead. Slowly their surroundings invaded his senses -the sway of the carriage, the clop of the horse’s shod hooves. He touched the edge of her black lace mask, and her sky-blue eyes focused on him.

“I have dreamed of you, but I tucked it away as an impossible thing. Leo, what changed your mind?” She sat up, straightening her dress. Leonardo draped an arm around her shoulders, still longing for her touch, the warmth of her body. He pulled a cigarillo out of his breast pocket, then tapped it thoughtfully against the window frame.

“An ache that never left from the night I denied you. A loneliness that swelled when I realized I had lost you both. I told myself I could live without.” He lit the cigarillo one-handed, shaking his head. “It was a lie.”

“I’ve never been with two-“ she started.

“I know.” He knew of her relative innocence when she had arrived at the mansion.

“This may not work.” Niamh gnawed her lip, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Time abides long enough for those who make use of it. I would deeply regret not giving us a chance.” His burnished gold eyes shone with ardent affection when she looked up at him. He took a long drag then blew the smoke out the window.

“Besides, I can’t let the blond devil have all the fun.”

Niamh’s laughter floated out of the carriage, making both of their hearts lighter.

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