#(yes I know they're the same this is for the bit. I know what I'm doing)

[falling-star-cygnus]

i need more Mishi and Tobias interactions, they're from the same company and we only see them interact once -> like- he's had to have worked with her before right???

etoile was the first community i ever got invited to, and i saw a post in there talking about how Mishi should date a girl and- take this. that's all i can say:

I Kissed a Guy [i thought you were gay!?] {ao3 fic link} SUMMARY: Tobias was under the impression that Mishi was- well- like him. Not like him obviously, but- you know. Like him. Gay. When the hell did she get a boyfriend? And why?

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...this was awkward.

Like- her parents picking her up from the Ballet Nacional and then ignoring her awkward. Or when that weird man made a comment about her underwear... eugh.

Maybe she wouldn't miss Paris too much, actually, even if she might miss Bruna. A lot. But-

Tobias was just standing there. Menacingly.

Okay, no, it wasn't menancing exactly. He was just... tall. And endlessly bitch faced. Was that mean to think about your choreographer?

Er- not her choreographer. No.

Gabin would throw a fit if he heard that thought.

Good thing mind readers weren't real, or that'd be embarrassing.

...they weren't, right?

She'd google it later, in the relative safety of her own space. Not that Tobias would be interested in whatever she does on her phone, or anything outside the realm of his ballets. Except- maybe a certain curly haired male parisian.

Speaking of-

"Do you think Gabin will come visit in New York?" ...now why on Earth would she say that?

What was she thinking? When had the steel trap she'd kept [unintentionally or not] locked around her vocal cords loosened? You can't say anything wrong if you can't say anything at all.

Shit.

Paris was bad for Mishi. Bruna was bad for Mishi! What had possessed her to ask her boss such an intimate question!?

Although technically he wasn't her boss, persay.. he was just- someone above her on the corporate ladder. That didn't sound right either.

Whatever he was, he wasn't her friend! Wasn't someone she could just- just gab to like old buddies.

What was wrong with her lately?

First it was standing on tables drunk and now it was-

"I'm sure he's going to try. Why?"

...not as bad as she thought? Mishi clears her throat and straightens.

"Oh- no, no reason," she throws out, just a bit too fast, "Just- if he visits, maybe Timeo will too. You know?"

Tobias' face scrunches, and he turns on her abruptly. It was rather smooth actually, the kind of spin beginner ballerinas dream of doing but in the position of someone on wheelies. He'd make a good dancer.

"Why would I know," ...right, "Who's Timeo?"

. . .

Oh!

Mishi pinches her inner arm until her nails nick beneath the skin. This had to be some sort of- horrible fever dream. Or a hangover induced hallucination!

There was no world where the Tobias Bell was asking about her right..?

Tobias Bell, the acclaimed and basically famous choreographer.

It was a dream, it had to be-

But- no, her skin bleeds and stings just as it did when she was a baby ballerina and hadn't yet learned to pad her shoes. And hadn't yet learned not to either.

A real ballerina bares the pain, her mother said. And so she would.

Even if that pain was one of the... social variety.

"My-" her voices falters, just like it does in front of a crowd when she hadn't downed a drink or three, "My boyfriend?"

No! It came out as a question. If Bruna were here, or Cheyenne, she'd cuff her ear! They'd make her say it again, and firmer. She needed that.

Actually- was Timeo her boyfriend? That was a better worry. They'd gone on dates, yes, but labels...? Hm..

He had fallen asleep during her performance. But only briefly-!

She's so absorbed in musing over her relationship status that she almost misses the way Tobias only seems to get more confused. The choreographer mouths the word 'boyfriend' to himself, and then slips his headphones down around his neck.

"You like men?"

...why did he sound so shocked? Of course she did. Well- 'like' was a strong word, to be fair. They could be truly heinous creatures. But some were cute.

Some were endearing, in the same way Simi rolling over was endearing.

But anyways, "...yeees?"

Again with the questioning tone..

"Since when?" and now Tobias sounds well and truly flabbergasted, like this was an unprecedented outcome for a teenage girl, "I thought you liked girls."

"Since- always." This is an weird conversation, "And I do like girls."

There was a time, maybe not as long ago as it feels, where saying as much out loud would've terrified her. Her parents barely paid attention to her, yes, but she'd heard awful things from her permanent spot in the background.

It was hard to tell if things were better or worse in New York. People didn't care, not really, but there were always those few crows when she walked down the street hand-in-hand with a pretty girl.

Those few leering eyes.

"Do you?" it wasn't very likely, but- maybe they were one in the same? Or at least from the same cloth?

"Do I what?"

"Like girls," Mishi clarifies.

Tobias scrunches his brow. Shakes his head.

"No." he tells her simply, in his usual drawn out stretch of sounds. And then he turns away.

Seriously, did he used to dance? How did he do such a smooth turn in sneakers?

Well. It wasn't her problem anymore, considering it seems that this fever-dream of a conversation seems to be ending finally. Now they just stood in Genevieve's office awaiting their dooms travel plans.

The swap was over.. so she should- be happy, right? Hm...

"Seriously though, always?" Tobias cuts into her musing like a guillotine.

Maybe he was taking too much of a liking to the french.

"Yes, sir," Mishi sighs out. Of all the things to latch on to... this was mortifiying.

"Why though? Guys are the worst."

Did he- what?

"Sir, you're gay-" Wasn't he? He had to be, she saw that kiss. Half the world saw that kiss!

"Exactly! I would know!"

...ah..

[miloinouterspace]

So, last night my friends and I were talking about DBD and we had this interaction I feel obligated to share.

Friend 1, a bit out of nowhere: I wish I could draw.

Friend 2: Like, for a specific reason, or-

1: Yeah, I wish I could draw because I would draw my boyfriend and I as Edwin and Charles in the boathouse scene-

2: The what?

Me: I'm sorry, the boathouse? You mean the attic?

1: Whatever it is, anyway-

Me: No, no, hold on. Why would you think it was a boathouse?

1: Well they're by a lake.

(We proceed to try and pinpoint why Friend 1's mind would jump to boathouse of all things)

2: What even is a boathouse?

Me: Yeah, are we talking a boat that is a house? Or a house by where there are boats.

1: No, like a house that you keep boats in.

Me: WHY WOULD- They're on the school grounds, 1. Why would there be a boathouse on the school grounds?

1: Well Charles was on a lake and then he ran through the forest.

2: Yes, all of that took place on school grounds.

1: Well I didn't know that for sure. Anyways, I would draw-

Me: No, I'm not finished derailing things yet, WHY would Edwin be in a random boathouse? He died in the school.

2: Well, why would he be in the attic?

Me: He was on school grounds, and then he saw what happened to Charles and went to check on him.

2: Oh yeah you're right, nevermind.

1: *looking utterly lost*

Me: Did we watch the same scene- You point to me in the scene, what makes you think this is a boathouse?

1: Well, there's a french horn in it.

Me: Yes but that's not a boat.

2: It could be.

Me: FOR WHO??

(Arguing about what creature could use a french horn as a boat)

2: So, all it takes for a building to be a boathouse is it contains at least one french horn.

Me: By that logic, Friend 1's home is a boathouse.

(This went on for several more minutes, which lead us to just changing random details of the show slightly and I also want to share that.)

2: Yeah, they met in the boathouse and then became FBI agents-

Me: Yes, the lesbian FBI agents.

2: Lesbian vampire FBI agents.

Me: Somebody write a fic.

2: ...You're kidding, right?

Me: Does that already exist?

2: Yes. There's fanart as well.

Me: Edwin and Charles as lesbian vampires?

2: Yes.

Me: Okay, well are they FBI agents?

2: No, I don't believe so-

Me: Then my point still stands.

Later, we kept just making random references to the boathouse, and Friend 1 says, "this is going to be my grink," referring to a tweet shown below.

Apparently Friend 1 has told me about the grink about 7 times and everytime they bring it up i am confused and they have to explain it again.

Anyways, it was a boathouse, and the grink was there.

(I should note that this was all very lighthearted, and this post was Friend 1's idea.)

[catboybiologist]

Look, there's several critiques I could make of your points about transmascs in That post, I'm not going to do that at length, because I feel that would be pointless, I am just one person, and am far from a universal point-of-view, and any lengthy critique would really streach my knowlage thin.

But, one blatent thing I want to refute is this:

Do you think the trans man is going to be called a monster, and a pervert, and shunned?

Yes.

Yes, he fucking is.

Yes, this shit does happen, I know multiple people who have had shit like this happen to them.

I'm genderfluid, at various points during my transition, I've been told I look transfem, transmasc, both flavours of cis, and everything in between, and have, as such, had the chance to sample a wide range of transphobia. (of course, not all types both experence, I'm not claiming to have had all trans experences, but, in terms of the kind you get from strangers, I've had a pretty thorough range)

I could, and have, write thousands upon thousands of words on how the way people are transphobic to you changes depending on how you look, and which "kind" of trans you look, but, they're honestly not that differrent.

I honestly don't have much of a conlcusion to this sort-of-rant, just, please, try and not explain other trans people's experence to them. As kindly as I can put it, you're not transmasc, you don't know what it's like to be transmasc, please, think things through. (I know this comes off as condacending, and, it sort of is, and I'm hoping that this self-awareness will soften the blow, I honestly really like your blog, I'm not some random person who's seen one single post of yours, I agree with a lot of the things you say in that post, just, please, try and not speak for all trans people)

I'll concede that I was way to general, and yes, bathroom use is an issue for transmascs. I don't want to make this infighting and I really don't want to speak for all trans people. I was mad that I was being talked over as a transfemme, and I swung the pendulum the other way.

However, it is a bit of a wild stroke to say that you can authoritatively speak on behalf of all trans people and no one else can. By that same logic, I should be able to speak for transmascs based on my own experiences during my "femboy" days, where I could be perceived as far more femme on the street but still was fitting into masculine roles and using mens restrooms. I'm really not trying to pounce on you but please think about what you're saying here.

[sinsfantasies]

@@ PERFECTION

ASK WAS : Hello! I'm a new follower! Could I possibly do one where reader goes to get a bad haircut and doesn't want to show shu but has to anyway, and shu comforts reader and to cheer them up, shu cuts his hair too? Thank you sm <3 :)

Aah!! Honestly, bad haircuts are the worst! I haven't gotten one, but I've had friends who've come and had .. really REALLY bad ones ... Hopefully this serves justice! (Used one of my best friend's haircuts as an example, even if she doesn't look that bad)

ART CREDS — yubuchimao on twt

On some random Friday, you decided to get your hair cut! You've been meaning to trim it, but you didn't know exactly how.. You decided to go to the hair stylist since they're all professionals! They should know how to do stuff, right?

Nope. You came home with shorter hair than expected, instead of at least like, one inch off and still remaining the same texture, you got flat hair and somehow ended up with really messed up bangs?? You were scared to show your boyfriend, but it was inevitable, you guys lived together anyway...

You waltzed on into the house, dropping your bags and dragging yourself into the living room. You wanted to wear a hat to hide it, but figured it would give you a headache. It was too warm to wear a hoodie, so you were out of ideas to hide your horrendous hair from Shu for as long as possible.

You heard him just finishing up stream, tensing up. You weren't mentally prepared!! You wanted to melt into the floor, or maybe make a run for it and dive into the nearest lake. Unfortunately, it was too late for that now.. You heard the door to Shu's streaming room open.

"Babe? You home?" Shu peaked through the door, looking around and spotting you on the couch looking miserable. "Hey! There you are! How was the hair salon?" He walked over, hugging you.

You were confused, did he not realize your haircut yet? "It was.. okay. They kind of messed me up. It doesn't look that good.." He looked at your hair more closely before giving you his usual smile. "What do you mean? You still look perfect as always! You can grow it out again if you want, or I could help fix it! I'm pretty good with hair myself."

You frowned, you didn't want to trouble Shu.. But you felt a bit better when he complimented you, even if you didn't believe it. "Are you sure? You just finished stream.. You don't need to help, I'll just.. I don't know, hide from everyone until it looks normal again." Shu frowned, dragging you to the bathroom to make you feel your worth.

Shu pointed at the mirror then back at you, "See who that is? That's my beautiful partner who looks perfect." "Yes, Shu. But.. Why'd you drag me here?" Shu just smiled, getting a comb and the right hair trimming materials. "Just sit still and let me do the work!"

So, you sat there, watching Shu mess with your hair a bit. He added a few layers and styled it good, which boosted your confidence. "See? You could trust me! Go shower, I'mma do my own thing real quick.." He left the bathroom to go to the guest one, you trusted your boyfriend wouldn't do anything TOO stupid. Right?

Well, as you got out of the shower, put on your bathrobe and went back to the bedroom, you were greeted with a short haired Shu. He was smiling as you stood there dumb founded. "Shu?! Your hair- why?" "Just felt like it! We can grow our hair out together, see?" You teared up, tackling your boyfriend onto the bed and hugging him to death. You loved your stupid ass boyfriend, he was too considerate for his own good.

Oops I kept on procrastinating during this one.. AND FORGOT TO ANSWER TO THE ASK. I'M SO SORRY I DID NOT REALIZE ... :cry:

[schiwalker]

Well, this is the most I've ever talked to myself in the (insert number here) years I've been on this website.

Anyway, heres a snippet of what I'm now apparently writing (the Martin in question is Future, Post-MAG200 Martin, and the Jon in question is Season 1, super duper early days Jon) (this is a small bit of what is now 3000 words long) (Ceaseless watcher help me):

<¤> 《☆》 <¤> 《☆》 <¤>

Jon's eyes widened, “Oh. I'm s–, my apologies for interrupting you in your, uh, research?” His voice pitched upwards at the end of his sentence. “I know how annoying that can be.” 

Martin huffed a laugh and uncrossed his arms, stepping forward slightly and leaning in and down, sliding easily into the space around Jon, eyes still locked intently on his. “Yes, Jon, I know how annoyed you get at interruptions, especially when they're bringing you tea, or asking if you've slept recently. How frustrating for you,” he was much closer now, so close Jon could count the scratches in his lenses if he could make himself break eye contact.

Martin's eyes flicked to the side slightly for a moment before returning to boring a hole into Jon's. His grin fell back into his initial amused smirk and he winked at the shorter man, enjoying the small flush he could see painting the tips of Jons ears and beginning to darken his cheeks.

“Don't worry so much. You'll be much more comfortable once you relax a bit.” Martin spoke slowly, softly. Not shy, or stuttering, but smooth and confident, not at all like Jon had heard his assistant Martin speak since they'd met. 

Jon could feel his ears getting warm now.

“I'm n–, hmm. Martin, why, uh.” Jon did not appreciate the irony of Jon being the stuttering mess in this conversation.

Martin snickered, still leaning into his space, “Though, you were right, I'm enjoying the way you are now just as much as you said I would.” He leaned back out of Jon's space, pulling a folder out from the shelf behind Jon's head in the same movement. 

Jon's face was finally fully overtaken by his blush as he realized that he'd just been blocking the shelf Martin had been looking for this whole time.

Been having a strong craving for a TMA time travel fic where the older Martin and/or Jon flirts voraciously with the younger one, like, just. "I know you perfectly and WILL in fact make you blush as often as possible".

Unfortunately, this is not exactly a filter on AO3...

Any suggestions??

[every-character-ever-poll]

PERRY THE PLATYPUS - Phineas and Ferb

Disclaimer: This poll is about Perry the Platypus. For the similar, but completely unrelated character Agent P, please see the next poll.

PROPAGANDA:

He's just a platypus. They don't do much.

[morporkian-cryptid]

'IGHT SO I went back and checked a few details in the previous movies:

1)What did Mamo look like in Jigen's Gravestone, vs the Possibly-Mamo-But-Maybe-Not guy in the trailer:

Jigen's Gravestone:

Immortal Bloodline:

Unfortunately this isn't very conclusive, because the art styles are very different, and there's more than 10 years between the two movies, it's entirely possible Koike revised the chara-designs.

However I'd say Bloodline!Green Guy doesn't look enough like Gravestone!Mamo. He doesn't have hair curls on the side of his face, and honestly he's not even green. So I'll say not Mamo.

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2) This bit from the first trailer is actually from Jigen's Gravestone, so there's that.

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3) What color were Fujiko's eyes in the first three movies? Because she's got green eyes in the Immortal Bloodline trailer and that's very disturbing.

Answer: distinctly yellow eyes in all three movies...

And clearly green in the Immortal Bloodline trailer.

Why??? Is she wearing contacts?? Okay, that's a thing that could happen, her hair color changes all the goddamn time too, but this is a movie about CLONES. They can't just change a character's eye color just for aesthetic reasons.

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4) Same question for Lupin's eyes.

From the first three movies:

From the Immortal Bloodline trailer:

In his case it's a lot harder to tell because they seem to be a brownish grey, and therefore change a lot depending on the light. But at least there doesn't seem to be any huge discernable difference between the movies and the new trailer. (Unlike FUJIKO WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?? I AM SCARED!!)

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5) What did Binkam look like? (more specifically: is the guy on the diagrams/pictures Binkam?)

From Fujiko's Lie:

From the trailer:

That's definitely Binkam, the eyes and the haircut match, and also the weird blue thing in the left frame is his magic drug nuts thingies.

Speaking of drugs:

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6) What did Binkam's drugged state look like, and does it match with the scene of Lupin in the tank?

From Fujiko's Lie:

Basically, Binkam blows Magic Nut Powder onto someone and then uses hypnosis, and the person's eyes turn glowy green.

From the Immortal Bloodline trailer:

Clearly not the same thing. I'm not excluding the idea that there are drugs in play, but if that's the case, it's not the same mechanism as what was happenning with Binkam, so at least that's that out of the way.

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Unrelated, but while zapping through Fujiko's Lie, I found this bit which was also in the Immortal bloodline trailer. I had thought it was new, but no, it's from a scene in Lie where Lupin explains that someone's been mass manufacturing genetically modified assassins. So at that point he already had some intel on Mamo's activities. (Man I really need to sit my ass down and rewatch all three movies)

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7) How did Binkam die?

Stabbed to death. Once. So the holes in his body in the picture from the trailer are not wounds from his death.

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8) Did we see Hawk and Yael in Fujiko's Lie ?

I honestly don't know, I haven't had time yet to sit down and rewatch everything (I've just been zapping through the movies to find screenshots), I'll do that later.

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9) Did Zenigata ever find out that Lupin & Co were not, in fact, dead, after finding their graves in Jigen's Gravestone?

Iiiiii'm pretty sure yes? I mean, he's there in Goemon's Bloodspray and Fujiko's Lie, he arrests Hawk and saves Lupin & Co, so he knows they're alive. However I don't remember how they addressed the fact that they were legally dead, but I'm pretty sure it was addressed at some point.

Imo it's going to be an interesting point in the "Zenigata and the two Lupins" movie.

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That's all I meant to check right now. I'm not sure it amounts to much in terms of predicting what's going to happen in the movie, but for me digging into details to have all the cards in hand when the plot hits the fan is half of the fun! If you have more observations to add, please do, the more the merrier!

NEW TRAILER HERE WE GO!!

As always, thank you to the amazing @aime-aine for translating. Bear in mind she did Japanese to French and then I did French to English, so everything might not be 100% accurate.

I'll try to do a scene-by-scene analysis as soon as I have the time.

(Timecodes may be approximative) [nb: note by Aime (translator)] {nb: note by Elliott (OP)}

0:00 : 30 years after the events of "Lupin III vs the Clones" {nb: better known as The Mystery of Mamo}, the genius masterpiece The Castle of Cagliostro, [something something] Gold of Babylon and Dead or Alive… 0:06 : You've waited enough, right ? 0:08, onscreen: Original work by Monkey Punch 0:08 : It's an island that doesn't appear on any world map 0:12, Jigen : It would seem we're not welcome 0:13, Goemon : This looks very much like a graveyard 0:16, Zenigata : No idea where we are ! [nb: literally "you ask me where, I don't know !"] 0:16, Lupin [aka "annoying voice"] : Are those monsters ?! 0:18, onscreen : Floating in the Bermuda waters, a mysterious island 0:20, Fujiko : We bothered to come all the way here, we're not going to leave empty-handed, are we? 0:25, onscreen : Directed by [kanjikanjikanji] of studio Redline 0:26, Lupin [aka"old guy voice who doesn't enunciate"] : Of course I accept ! This black mark hides enormous riches after all ! 0:35, young girl : You're smarter than everyone else so you're the most likely to notice… 0:40, young girl : Your bloodline will end with your generation 0:41, onscreen : A legend/epic connecting all Lupins the Third {nb: note that it says "all Lupin the Third" and not "all Lupins"} 0:44, Lupin : Jigen, give me a cigarette 0:45, onscreen : The time limit is 24h 0:46, Lupin : This night is lucky [nb: hard to translate word: https://jisho.org/word/%E4%BB%98%E3%81%84%E3%81%A6%E3%82%8B] 0:50 Goemon : This man… this is unusual 0:51, onscreen : The enemy is an immortal man 0:53, Lupin : Perfect. If something's impossible then let's do it! [nb: literally "let's try to do it" but Aime is 80% sure in context it means "let's see what happens if we do it"] 1:00 Jigen [aka "asshole who DOESN'T ENUNCIATE AND SPEAKS FAST"] : So you've come to settle a score 1:05, Fujiko : The person watching me… who might it be? [nb: she uses "kashira" (the feminine version of "ka") which means "I wonder", from the tone and the choice of words in seems like she's got a hunch or she already knows] 1:10, Zenigata : Unless we stop it/him/this we have no future 1:13 old guy {nb: I think it's Mamo} : This island is a good place to watch the end of humanity 1:15, onscreen : Escape this Hell 1:18 Lupin : I'm a thief… I steal whenever I want [nb: ??? heard 意思が望���時は盗む] 1:20, Zenigata : LUPIIIIIN Onscreen: Lupin the Third, the immortal bloodline

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[piratadelamor]

its a bit weird that i know both of my boyfriend's exes personally and even weirder that we all look like each other because he really has a type and there's the fact that his first ex shows up all the time on my instagram and his second ex is weirdly obsessed with trying to keep contact with him even though she was the one who left him for someone else (on december 23rd !!) and she stalked me on ig and she's friends with my roommate and like. this is my first time not being my partner's first gf so it's my first time dealing with ex gfs and it's all just super weird to me

[corallapis]

things i am thinking about... the way turlough talks to ileana both out of Jealousy and, i fear, bc he actually believes that the doctor might leave someone (him) behind if they make the wrong choice. how long have they been travelling together in planet of fire when he sabotages the tardis to stop the trion ship signaling & then blatantly lies to the doctor’s face about it? because he still can’t say anything abt his past? boy he FORGAVE you for the black guardian thing. he keeps choosing you even though he knows you’re a coward & a liar & a sneak. what are you still so ashamed of?? why are you running??? AND THEN! when he is forced to tell the doctor a very limited (& possibly sanitized?) summary of his past, he leaves even though he doesn’t want to go. do you think he’s preempting the doctor???? leaving so the doctor won’t tell him to? god. i know i’m way extrapolating here but it would explain why it literally looks like he’s walking off to the gallows even though he says the words ‘my exile has been rescinded’

[akaluan]

Tanya the Evil always gives me Emotions when I try to read it, which does make it harder to get thru each book despite how much I love it, but I think I've made a Mistake by trying to read it while listening to Sabaton's "The War to End All Wars" album.

Y'all, I hit the song Versailles while reading Tanya's internal monologue about the cost of war while she was in the mop up of Operation Lock Pick. Y'ALL, when I say I had Too Many Emotions to continue reading, especially while on an airplane surrounded by strangers, I mean I had SO MANY EMOTIONS.

[every-character-ever-poll]

AGENT P - Phineas and Ferb

Disclaimer: This poll is about Agent P. For the similar, but completely unrelated character Perry the Platypus, please see the previous poll.

PROPAGANDA:

He's a semi-aquatic, egg-laying mammal of action! He's a furry little flatfoot who'll never flinch from a fray! He's got more than just mad skill, he's got a beaver tail and a bill, and the women swoon whenever they hear him say *platypus noises* He's Perry, Perry the Platypus!

[viaviavie]

OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [HEARTSLABYUL]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, makeout (cater)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this!

HEARTSLABYUL | SAVANACLAW | OCTANIVELLE | SCARABIA | POMEFIORE | IGNIHYDE | DIASOMNIA

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"Grim, please explain to me why I received an invitation to the Prefect's wedding... I am calm, Trey. I would just prefer to know the details before I go and fetch her myself... and may I ask one more thing? Yes, hoW IN THE WORLD DID THE PREFECT GET KIDNAPPED LIKE THIS?! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO CALM ME DOWN, CATER. I AM PERFECTLY CALM."

Riddle calmly asked about your whereabouts, and it does not take him long to immediately get to work. As one of the better respected housewardens among the roster, it was easier to ask for a few favors that could get him to that damned cathedral fast. However, as the traffic did pile up to get to this accursed wedding, Riddle finds himself on horseback.

He does have this awful crush on you, but it never really crosses his mind. Even as he holds certain feelings for you, it's at the back of his mind. Riddle values your autonomy, and this marriage was a massive red flag. Surely, you cannot have possibly agreed to such a thing. It was just not in your nature. You would have protested, and the fact that you are not back in campus means that something is preventing you from speaking your mind. Riddle really respects you in this aspect!

Still, the idea of you marrying some prince who barely knew it was absolutely absurd. Riddle won't allow it, he absolutely won't!

The doors were flung open with a loud thud, revealing a red-head in a suit. Much to your surprise, Riddle isn't burning red with a fiery rage and threatening to have everyone's head off. He's stomping towards you and your supposed groom, fist clenched as he throws out an arm out of anger. He doesn't seem too angry, but determined.

"ENOUGH! SHE WILL BE COMING BACK TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE WITH ME NOW."

Okay, maybe you were wrong about him not being angry.

His voice echoes throughout the entire cathedral, followed by several flinches at his sheer volume. Immediately, the crowd by the rows inch back a bit further as he continues to march forward, ignoring the guards that seemed to hesitate to approach him. Pierce raises a brow, almost annoyed rather than fearful of this disturbance.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. You see, the Prefect is going to be married to me. You can sort out your affairs after the ceremony is over." Well, that didn't seem to help one bit, judging by how Riddle seemed to fume even further at this statement.

The housewarden comes to a halt, sucking in a sharp breath to calm his temper. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to frighten you.

He breathes out your name, sending a stutter through your heart.

"Do you truly want to marry this man?"

It almost makes you swoon, the way Riddle looks at you so earnestly as he asks for some affirmation. Had it been any other scenario, you would've taken your time to bore your eyes into his and study his expression. Instead, you shake your head wildly, racing down the aisle until you have hidden yourself behind him.

Riddle has the nerve to smirk at the shocked Prince. "And here, I thought princes had a code of conduct when it came to their ladies." He turned back to you with an assuring look. "I'll take you home, Prefect."

Truly, Riddle had no intentions of playing around. He had only one objective, to get you out of here. Just as he turns around to escort you out of the cathedral, a pair of guards had blocked the exit.

"No, I cannot let you leave!" Pierce cried out, ready to give chase. "Prefect, please! Give me a chance. You cannot possibly be ready to leave me for... this guy!"

Riddle's eye twitches as he cranes himself to look at the prince. "You have some nerve!" He clicks out, clenching his fists once more. Everyone feels the cathedral heat up, those closer to the aisles feeling beads of sweat form upon their temples. Even as you looked at Riddle so gently, a part of you was somewhat grateful that he was sticking up for you.

Just as his top was about to blow, you muster the will to tug on Riddle's sleeve. As quickly as his reddened face came, it disappears when he glances back at your soft expression. Huffing out a heavy sigh, Riddle clicks his tongue and marches towards the exit.

"Let's be on our way, Prefect. We shouldn't waste our precious time on these trifles."

Needless to say, no one really wanted to test the housewarden's patience as he escorted you out of that Cathedral. Riddle certainly doesn't waste time hoisting you onto his horse and galloping away, not giving the prince a second to try and retrieve you.

He grumbles about the entire ordeal, mostly questioning the absolute ridicule of the marriage. What kind of prince thinks he can get away with it? Riddle is certain to send a complain to Royal Sword Academy regarding their lessons on conduct if no one tries to stop him.

You could easily see Night Raven College from afar as you peeked from behind his tuft of red hair. Riddle is still rambling, a preferable alternative to losing his temper entirely. "That ruffian dares to marry you and has yet to learn your name! How uncouth!" He spat in absolute distaste, and he finds comfort in the way you giggle in agreement.

Riddle doesn't seem to take note of the way your arms are crossed around his middle, or maybe he does, and just chooses not to let his blush show. He cleared his throat, gripping the reigns a bit tighter. "You will find better suitors, Prefect. Just promise me that he wouldn't be so impulsive as that Prince."

TREY CLOVER

"Can you drive any faster, Deuce? No, I don't think we're late. Better safe than sorry! ... Suit, check. Speech, check. Myself, check. I've got everything in order, but... hah, I'd expect to do this type of thing a few years down the line, let alone object at a wedding at all. At least, it's the Prefect's wedding... That's such a weird thing to conceptualize at this point in time."

He really didn't have to be so dramatic about the entire thing, but Trey is really going all-out for this objection. Really, all he's done is seen movies where someone objects at a wedding and while he knows its entirely fictional, our boy here has to drive the point home; no one is marrying the Prefect today.

So that explains why he even bothered to dress up and rehearse a speech throughout the entire ride to the cathedral. He has Heartslabyul helping him out to secure an escape for you in case things went awry. Sure, Trey's Unique Magic won't come in handy but he's good with his words, and is relatively charismatic. He's earned that title of Vice Housewarden, after all.

All that preparation flies out the window when he sees you down the aisle, however.

"Trey?"

He's blinking profusely, almost flustered himself by how radiant you looked in that wedding dress. For a moment, Trey swears that he's had some sort of tunnel vision when all he seems to see is you. It strikes some envy in him when he reminds himself that this wasn't his wedding, and this wouldn't be yours either.

"Prefect..." Trey breathed out, struggling to recall the damn script he was supposed to follow. They are lost, just as he found himself lost in your sparkling gaze.

Screw the script, he was just going to have to wing this one.

He narrows his eyes onto the shocked prince, taking steps down that long carpet. "I've come to bring you back to Night Raven College."

Pierce raises a brow, glancing back at you and the intruder with suspicion. "On what grounds?" He questions snidely, uncertain of what to make of this new character. "If it is for anything trivial, then you may bother the Prefect later. You are obstructing a ceremony here, sir."

You recognize that dangerous glint behind Trey's eyes, and it only serves to make your heart race. Trey simply smirks, hiding away his hesitant exterior with a haughty farce. "I am afraid it cannot wait. I cannot allow the Prefect to be married without saying my piece."

He doesn't exactly know where all his bravado was coming from, but if he had to confess his feelings to you now, then so be it.

Trey looks at you, flashing a gentle yet sheepish smile. "Prefect, I fell for you. Hook, line, and sinker." You let out a dramatic gasp along with the onlookers, allowing a hand to fly to your parted lips. "I have harbored those feelings for a long time now, and I cannot bring myself to see you married without letting my heart be known."

Swallowing to himself, Trey's expression falters slightly, falling into one of softness. "Prefect, it is your happiness that I desire. No matter what happens, I will support your choice."

He didn't exactly have to tell you twice, not when you hurry yourself over to his side and latch onto his arm. You didn't have to feed his ego like that, but it isn't as if Trey had any room to complain.

Pierce is angered by the sight, glaring daggers at Trey with such envy and animosity. "Prefect, are you really leaving me on the altar?" As if to subtly annoy the prince even further, Trey hooks an arm around your waist and pivots you to turn. "It seems to be so, Prince Pierce. I fear that your beautiful bride will be stolen on this lovely afternoon."

You do not miss the way Trey smirks at your flustered expression. Just as he continues to walk you to the exit, you gritted your teeth at him. "Don't say such things!" You tell him as the heat rises to your cheeks. You hear him hum at your ear, followed by the slight press of his fingers on your hip.

"Why shouldn't I? You look beautiful in this dress," Trey murmurs in your ear, pushing the cathedral door open with his hand. "And I suppose that the prince hasn't coaxed this expression out of you. I almost feel sorry for him, that he never got the chance to see how lovely you are when you are putty in my hands."

Trey doesn't stop teasing you, even once you are back in Night Raven College. He wouldn't stop complimenting you either, aiming to have you as red as possible. He just can't help it. It's probably the high he got from confessing his feelings to you, or maybe it's the part where you're unsure if he was being sincere or not. Regardless, it was fun seeing you get all flustered because of him.

You are seated by the Heartslabyul's kitchen counter, snacking on some quick treats that Trey had prepared for you. He claims that it was a consolation for the fact you never got to taste your own wedding cake. Still clad in your grand wedding dress, you couldn't exactly care any less about the crumbs soiling the skirts. "You're no prince charming, Trey." You mentioned mid-bite, eyes glancing at the vice-housewarden who was seated across from you.

"What makes you say that?" He asks you with a slight smile, resting his chin on his palm as he shamelessly bored his gaze into yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his seemingly sweet disposition. "Prince Charmings don't tease the girls that they like until they're as red as Riddle." You huffed, digging your fork into the pastry. "You cruel man! You haven't stopped ever since you stole me from the prince!"

Trey chuckles, and you cannot keep yourself from gulping as he leaves his seat, sauntering towards you like a lion would his prey. "Oh? I suppose that I am no Prince Charming. I'm not a pure white knight either. If you think I am being cruel, I won't stop you, sweetheart."

Your heart stutters as he slides a finger underneath your chin, tilting your head so that your forced to look his way. Trey smiles at you, eyes twinkling with absolute mischief. "I highly doubt Prince Charmings steal kisses from their crushes either. For you, I will be kind. May I, sweetheart? I do not need your shoe size to know my feelings for you, at least."

CATER DIAMOND

"Gah, it just refreshed! They've just gotten past the walking part! Deuce, shortcut on your left! Sorry, I'm switching tabs between maps and the livestream! Prefect looks is such a cutie in that dress, it makes me so envious of the prince! Oh well, she really looks like she doesn't wanna be there anyways. I'm coming Prefect! I'll save you!"

There's just this image of Cater clinging onto Deuce on a blastcycle, raising his phone up for a signal as they attempt to maneuver their way through the streets. Everything just happened in such a rush, and Cater's scrambling to get to you. He isn't like Trey who bothers to prepare, but if anything, Cater will ramp up the dramatics to the maximum.

His real goal is just to get you out by any means necessary, and more preferably, without violence. So Cater will do what he does best; make a grand spectacle of the entire thing until the prince is forced to abdicate. Worst case scenario, he's going to drag you out the door and shove you onto the damn blastcycle.

If he has to play the part of your real paramour, then he hopes you'll forgive him. He's got the suit and the desperate look on his face ready to go!

Your jaw goes slack at the way Cater makes a dramatic run for the aisle, somewhat unused to that stricken expression on his face. You're almost concerned for him with the way he grips his knees, attempting to keep his balance as his eyes zone in onto yours.

"Prefect, you can't marry him!" It's too out of character of Cater, and you know better than to think he'd ever be this undone in public. "Is this what you really want?!" Before you could even reply, Pierce cuts in with a slight glare.

"And who are you to talk to my bride like that?" It is then when you catch wind of that mischievous glint in Cater's eye as he throws out his arm dramatically.

"I am the Prefect's sweetheart! Who are you to take my girlfriend like that?"

You have never heard the cathedral go so silent. You are utterly speechless, lips parted with absolute surprise. Clearly, judging by the way sweat had begun to form on the side of Cater's temple, you cannot help but think that this was all improv on his half.

Pierce turns to look at you, almost stricken by the ginger's declaration. "Prefect, is that true?" His voice trembles with fear. "Is that truly your... sweetheart?"

A part of you feels a bit sorry for what you were about to do, but you had to remind yourself that you had been dragged into a wedding on the same day you met this prince.

You are running now, sprinting to Cater's side as you clutch his hand in your own. Turning back to the scandalized prince, you nod firmly, playing along with the farce. "We've been dating for a long time now! And I'm in love with him!" You declare, sending gasps throughout the entire cathedral.

You glance up at Cater, mustering a smile across your features. "You came to save me!" He's almost surprised by the way you cling onto him even harder, but it only serves to sell the act even further. Cater smiles in return, holding you closely. "I'd never let you go, cutie. I love you too much to let you leap into the arms of another man."

Maybe the act is too good, too calculated. That is exactly what goes through your head as Pierce raises a brow in suspicion, narrowing his eyes onto the pair as if attempting to spot a mistake. "Is that so?" He murmurs until he crosses his arms, disbelief on his skeptical expression.

"Prove it."

Cater and you freeze up simultaneously, heads turning to glance at one another. He looked so caught off guard by Pierce's demand, and there's so many eyes on you both.

"You're both longtime sweethearts, right? I wouldn't want to split apart such a happy couple..."

Cater is staring at you, attempting to read your expression. It's difficult, especially when you look at him as your gaze gets even more glossy. He wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to, and he's already readying himself to sprint out the door with you in tow.

"Prefect, you don't have to—mmph!"

You wasted no time in snaking your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against him with such boldness. He could feel you pour all your wants and longings into the kiss, the plush of your soft lips melding into his own. How could he not deny you his own affections, not as he cups your cheeks with his slender fingers and presses back against you.

He dares to go even further, pulling back for a slight gasp of air before diving back into you. Much to his delight, you aren't pulling away either, choosing to even entangle your fingers into his hair for leverage.

Then you hear a groan from the prince, followed by his pleas for you two to stop this display. It seems that he got the point now, at least.

Even as both of you exit the cathedral, Cater still maintains the image that he was your boyfriend. You don't exactly protest, and even then, it didn't seem to different to the way Cater had been treating you as a friend. He is still as clingy as ever, closing the physical proximities by having you hang onto his arm.

And you best believe he's snapping as much photos of you to commemorate the event. He's already updating his MagiCam account on his success, not to mention the pretty girl on his arm.

"Cater, what are you doing?" You asked, unable to hide the grin on your face as Cater sets up his camera against the tire of the blastcycle. You could see yourselves on the reflection of the device, followed by the grand beauty of the cathedral behind you both. He grins at you as he shifts at your side.

"What? It isn't everyday a cutie like you gets to look like a bride. We got the perfect backdrop!" He sings, sliding an arm around your waist as he strikes for a pose. You follow his lead, matching his energy with each shot.

"Careful! People are going to think we're dating for real!"

Cater smirks at you, leaning in closely to your ear with a sickeningly sweet tease. "Wanna make it official then, cutie? Can't have any random princes asking for your hand, not when you're dating me." He is not stranger to the way you blush, letting out a chuckle at the sight.

"Aw, cutie! Are you still thinking about the kiss? I didn't think you would be so bold about it." Pressing a quick peck on the cheek, he rests his chin on your head as he prepares for another pose. "Don't worry. CayCay's gonna initiate it next time!"

DEUCE SPADE

"Grim, which way?! I can't see the GPS! ... Don't I just have to go in there and yell 'I object'? It looks easy! I'll say it then drag Prefect out of there... Ha?! I need to prove that I have a good reason to get her out? Fine! I don't care, the Prefect needs me!"

Possibly the closest we will get to a legit Prince Charming. Perhaps Deuce is a bit on the rugged side, but he's possibly one of the most earnest and noble students from Night Raven College. He cares about you more than he cares about getting his feelings across, but that is not to say he won't be honest about it either in this confrontation.

He's not exactly sure on how to break up the ceremony. Grim and Ace are coaching him through what to say, and admittedly, the process seems too complicated. All he knows is that he has to run through those doors and convince the prince to not marry the Prefect by any means necessary.

"Deuce!"

He is the one to always come running at the sound of your name. Deuce had been someone you trusted during your stay here in Twisted Wonderland, and you never seemed to stop and think about just how attached that boy was to you. Sure, you held him closely as a friend and held affections for him, but the way he sprinted towards you was a testament to how much he cared.

"Prefect!" You are racing to meet him halfway, launching yourself into his chest. He catches you barreling into his suit, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. Then he takes you by the soldiers, looking down at you with such concern and worry. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He fusses, earning a shy smile from you.

"I'm okay, Deuce. I'm okay."

"And what is the meaning of this?"

Catching sight of the infuriated prince, Deuce beckons you to stand behind him. Cerulean eyes narrow onto the groom with animosity, accompanied by the way his hands are itching towards his wand. "I can't let you marry her. The Prefect will be returning to Night Raven College with me." You can sense the nervousness in his tone, but Deuce remains firm in his words.

Pierce's eye twitches, and he scoffed in disbelief at Deuce's protective display. "I am afraid that cannot be possible. I am marrying the Prefect, and that is final." Clicking his tongue, Pierce rolls his eyes and holds out his hand for you to take. "Come, darling. I am not surprised that you have garnered the affections of an admirer, but I fancy you more than this one ever could."

Something in Deuce snaps as he lets out a cry.

"But I love her!"

You stiffen against his back, taken by surprise by Deuce's sudden confession. And the boy glares, and it almost so painful for Pierce to keep his stare, not when there was so much conviction and certainty behind Deuce's voice.

"I've loved her longer than you have, and known her much longer than that!" His voice cracks underneath the emotional turmoil bubbling within him. "Did you even stop to consider what she wants? Did you wonder if this wedding would make her happy in the first place?!"

You take note of how Deuce's fists are clenched pale, how his breaths had suddenly grown haggard. With a soft expression, you curl yourself onto his back, arms hugging him from behind in an attempt to placate him. His body stiffens against your hold, but he reaches to clasp your hands onto his own.

He is just thankful that you aren't seeing the way his eyes had begun to water at the thought of losing you entirely. "So please," He chokes out, expression twisted with a sort of agony.

"Please don't force her to marry you. She deserves so much more than that."

Thanks to the waterworks that Deuce had caused, the wedding was called off. There was just no way that the prince could marry you after Deuce poured his heart out to deter him from wedding you.

It's almost sweet, the way that Deuce lifts you onto the blastcycle and fixes the helmet onto your head. He encourages you to hold onto him tightly as he speeds away from the cathedral, all the more determined to settle you back into NRC.

By the time he's dropped you off at the Ramshackle Dorm, only then does he take the time to bask in how radiant you appeared in a wedding dress. Thinking about his crush in a wedding dress had never crossed Deuce's mind before, but this definitely gave him something to ponder about for the next couple of nights.

You are handing him the helmet, a shy smile surfacing across your features. "Thank you for saving me from that awful wedding." Deuce clears his throat, shifting his gaze as he takes the helmet from your grasp. "I didn't want you to do something you weren't willing to. It just isn't right."

He doesn't realize just how dry his throat as gotten when he cannot bring himself to keep his thoughts to himself. "I love you. I really do, and I wish I said it at a better time." He swallows to himself, letting the embarrassment burn into the back of his head as he recalls his declaration. It was only natural that 'like' would turn into 'love' after being your close confidant for this long, pining quietly during the months spent with you.

You cannot exactly blame him either, not when his feelings were entirely reciprocated. You shift on the balls of your heel, biting onto your lower lip.

And in a swift motion, you lean in to press a chaste kiss against Deuce's warm cheek. You pull away to bask upon the stunned expression on his face, only to give him a shy smile of your own.

"Would you be down to try confessing again tomorrow?"

ACE TRAPPOLA

"BAHAHAHAHA! THERE'S NO WAY THE PREFECT IS GETTING MARRIED. WHO WOULD EVER WANNA MARRY THE PREFECT? PFFFFT, GRIM, YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PULLING MY LEG HERE. YOU EVEN BROUGHT ME A FAKE INVITATION! AIN'T NO WAY THAT SHE— Oh... Wait, really? The wedding is happening right now? ... Oh."

Ace thought you were just messing him again for that one time he said that no one would ever be interested in you. He simply said that to discourage you from trying to pursue a relationship with anyone else, but he didn't mean for you to prove him wrong like that! He never believes Grim until Deuce, Riddle, and the rest of Heartslabyul receive invitations to a wedding that was meant to start in 3 hours.

This is the absolute worst time to be in denial about his feelings. The Prefect wearing a wedding gown is one thing, but another is the fact that the groom is some pompous prince from Royal Sword Academy. Does that guy seriously think he was your type? No way! Ace knows you better than anyone on this campus, so this guy can buzz off!

A part of him did think that you were serious about marrying this stranger. In all fairness, Crowley's allowance pales in comparison to whatever Mr. Money-Bags had over there. He wouldn't blame you if you were marrying the guy for money.

Still, the last thing he wants is for you to be whisked away to who knows where. Ace would never see you again, and as embarrassing as it sounds, he did get very attached to you. Yes, a part of him wants to keep you to himself, but he also values your autonomy here. And if he knew you that well, he knows that you wouldn't want to be married off like this.

"Prefect, I'm here to pick you up."

You are actually surprised by how princely Ace looked in that moment. Dressed in a suit befitting a groom, you could help but feel your breath stolen away once his scarlet eyes were pinned onto yours. You could have been fooled then, and perhaps, Ace did turn into a prince as he marched down the aisle with his arm outstretched for you to take.

Ace never realizes the way a victorious smile creeps onto his face when you break out into a grin, taking the skirt of your dress as you make run for it. The crowd gasps as you crashed into Ace's chest, and he does not hesitate to take a protective stance in front of you. With a haughty laugh, he smirks at the baffled prince. "Who are you?!"

The redhead's arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body closer to his own. "Sorry about that, but I'll be taking your bride indefinitely! Trust me, you'll be severely disappointed after spending one good day with her!" He snickered, much to your horrified expression. You lightly smack at his chest, glaring at him with that pout that he adores so much.

"Hey!" You whine, and Ace simply beams at the prince who hesitantly steps forward. The redhead snorts, rolling his eyes at the crowd that are offended at his immature display. "I'm doing you a great favor here! If you kissed those lips, she'll turn into an ugly green ogre by sunset!"

"HEY!"

Pierce's eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, as if pleading for you to return to his arms. "You'd best return her, boy. We can settle this maturely." Ace does not like the way that these bodyguards are eyeing him, shifting closer and closer as he backed you both towards the venue entrance. He never falters, and neither does that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sorry, buddy. The clock's struck midnight and all your magic tricks are fading!" He barks. Now, he knows that an escape must be made. The last thing he wants is to have another Eliza-episode. He looks down at you with a wide grin, clasping you arm with a firm squeeze.

Ace sneaks into his pocket, still looking at you. "You know something, Charmant? Maybe not all the magic has gone yet." His hand reveals the Ace of Cards, and it is immediately thrown up into the air.

As the card reached its peak in height, a burst of smoke filled the air, obscuring the magician and yourself from view.

You don't exactly need a signal to start running when your feet began moving on their own, dashing towards the door followed by the Ace's laugh and the prince's demand for guards.

Ace has no white horse, but he has Deuce with his blastcycle! Who knows how the three of you managed to fit on that bike, but you made it work! The guards couldn't exactly catch up in their cars, not when Deuce was dodging vehicles left and right to make this escape. Ace did take one final look back, sticking his tongue out at the defeated prince before you all disappeared around the corner.

Ace gives you his shoes, despite how oversized they may be. You complained about those glass shoes on you, and to 'shut you up', he's given you his runners.

When you make it back to Night Raven College and all the adrenaline has died down, Ace stays by your side the entire time when you explain the entire situation to Crewel and Crowley. He acts so nonchalant about things, even as you both walk all over the campus like groom and bride.

It's a rather odd sight; you in your wedding gown, and Ace right next to you as you both sit on the bench by the Great Seven's statues. Students wandering about at night had given both of you puzzled stares, but no one is ever surprised when they realize it's you and Ace, however.

"Wow, Prefect. Not even a thank you?" He glances at your slightly annoyed expression, throwing his hands up defensively in response. "I was kidding about the ogre stuff! Really!"

You could only roll your eyes at his words, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. When you refuse to speak, Ace sticks out his lower lip into a pout as he leans his head onto your shoulder. "Come on, don't be like that. Are you actually that upset about it?"

There is no response from you, not even a glance as your nose is turned away from him. Then Ace sighs, practically clambering over your lap just so that you are forced to look at him. "Prefeeeect, I said I was sorry! What? Do I have to kiss you to make me apology authentic?"

Only then do you look back at him with a raised brow, almost expectant. Ace blinks with surprise, a slight blush creeping to his ears. "For real? You're serious?" He exclaimed, much to your agitation. You sigh even louder as you shove him off your lap, hastily getting up to your feet to leave him behind.

"Wait! Prefect, I said wait!" You feel a hand on your wrist, twirling you back to face the redhead. Ace bites onto his lower lip, unable to keep the red from flooding his cheeks. "I really just said all that mean stuff to get the prince off your back, you know? I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

And when he sees that smirk creeping up onto your features, he groans as he leans in closely into your space.

"Now look at what you've done! You had me all panicked over what?" You feel his breath tickling your lips, followed by the way his hands crawl up your neck to cradle your jaw.

"If you just wanted a kiss, you could've asked..."

[fairyhaos]

◇ the way you make me feel // choi seungcheol

seungcheol x gn!reader, 2.6k+ words

tags: requested by anon, established relationship, fluff, mild angst, seungcheol is sooo down bad oh lawwd

warnings: pet names, 1 vvv mild curse word ig?? (ass)

notes: any fic where i get to write besotted cheol is a great fic! might be slightly ooc but oh well. who cares. ty anon for this request <3

“I'm going to be very honest, honey… this feels like a sleeping arrangement for a couple that's just had an argument.”

You laugh a little at the mild pout on your boyfriend's face as he stares contemplatively at the bed after you've suggested a rather… interesting sleep method that he's never really heard of before. 

“It's really not,” you assure him. “Other couples do this all the time! And I thought it would be fun to try out too.”

Your boyfriend, Seungcheol, blinks at the bed before looking over at you, mystified. 

“Really? People want to do this?”

“Yes, Cheol.”

“Hm.” Seungcheol frowns. “What did you say this was called again?”

“The Scandinavian Sleep Method,” you say cheerfully, hopping over to the drawers with all the different duvets and duvet covers that you and your boyfriend have collected over the years you've been living together. “Isn't it such a great idea? We sleep in the same bed, but we each have a different duvet so we get better sleep but still get to be next to each other.”

You begin pulling out different duvets, inspecting them and continuing to chatter as you do so. 

“I know how much you love weighted blankets, but you know they're not something I'm a big fan of,” you say. “And you really hate my fluffy covers, for some reason. But if we sleep this way, then both of us can sleep happily without causing disturbance to the other's sleep quality!”

With a flourish, you turn back round to Seungcheol, the offending weighted blanket and fluffy cover in your hands, as if emphasising your point. There's a bright beam on your face, evidently eager to try out this new idea, but Seungcheol? 

He's still looking a bit hesitant. 

Which, understandable. You're introducing a new sleeping arrangement three years after you've been quite happily living together. Anyone would find that weird. 

“If we don't like it, we can switch back,” you assure him. You shrug. “It's just a trend I saw online, Cheol. I thought it would be cool.”

Seungcheol pauses, and then smiles, nodding once. “Fine, fine. Let's try out, then. We'll see if the Scandinavians actually sleep well.”

You cheer, dropping the bedding and skipping across the room to launch yourself into Seungcheol’s arms. He catches you easily, laughing as he does so, amused at how delighted you are by his acceptance. 

“Yes! I love you. Now I get to make the bed all aesthetic with different layered sheets!”

Seungcheol laughs again. “All right, sweetheart. Tell me if you need more sheets to fit in with your vision, okay? I'll buy you whatever you need.”

“Oh my god, suddenly I love you even more.”

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Admittedly, Seungcheol does love hearing you say that you, the absolute love of his life, love him (and any self-respecting boyfriend would feel the same), but he's wondering if this entire thing is really, really all that worth it. 

Because, well. 

Seungcheol hates the Scandinavian Sleep Method. 

He harbours no hatred towards the Scandinavians themselves, of course, but their sleep method, for him, well and truly sucks. 

Of course, he can understand why people like it. There are aspects he doesn't mind, too: such as how it's currently way less likely for him to wake up at 4am with a cold ass because you've stolen half the covers from him again. Or how he doesn't have to worry about the fluffy, fuzzy feeling of your sheets pressing creepily soft kisses against his ankles. Or how he can now actually sleep peacefully without finding that he's been suffocated by your weight on his chest because now, you actually sleep on your side of the bed. 

Nevertheless, he hates this. 

Unfortunately, he can't bring himself to say anything about this, because—

“I seriously think my quality of sleep has improved so much,” you say to Seungcheol one Sunday morning, beaming over your cup of coffee as he makes breakfast waffles for you. “The Scandinavians really know what they're talking about, huh?”

And your eyes are bright, sparkling as you say this, so full of life even though it's nine in the morning on a Sunday. 

So Seungcheol smiles back, happy purely because you're happy, even though if you really pressed him, he'd admit that he's not really happy at all. 

“I guess they do,” he says, turning back to the waffles. “Do you want honey with the waffles? Or the new maple syrup I bought you?”

“Ooh, maple syrup, please!”

And then Seungcheol had done all sorts of fancy tricks with the bottle of maple syrup, and you had clapped your hands and laughed, delighted, and Seungcheol felt a little better, the weight of his guilt that he didn't share your opinion beginning to lighten. 

There's no real big reason why he hates this sleeping arrangement. Sure, it stops all your bad sleeping habits, but, truthfully, he… misses all those things. 

He misses waking up to you all huddled up in the blankets, looking all small and adorable whilst swathed in the thick fabric. He misses cuddling you close and entangling his legs with yours in order to escape from the weird fluffy texture of your sheets. He misses feeling the comforting weight of you asleep against his chest, warm and secure like the physical manifestation of his soul, safely tucked against his side. 

Now, you simply smile at him, face shiny and soft from your skincare routine, and give him a peck on the cheek goodnight before snuggling under your duvet, away from him, in your own little bubble of comfort. 

Without him. 

It makes him feel like an abandoned dog left in the rain outside of his owner's home. 

Excuse him for being dramatic, but he's literally slept with you curled up in his arms for a very, very long time now. And these days, now that you're no longer with him and are miles away on the other half of the bed, he can't fall asleep by himself. 

Withdrawal symptoms from cuddling must be a thing, because he's going through them right now. 

“Just talk about how you feel, then,” is what any sane person would say about this matter, which is very good, very sound, advice. 

However, it's also what Joshua says to Seungcheol when he complains to him about the new sleeping arrangement, and everyone knows Joshua is the least sane person in existence, so Seungcheol decides to ignore his advice. 

Joshua rolls his eyes, used to but not pleased by Seungcheol's stubbornness. 

“You're being silly,” he says, when Seungcheol vetoes his suggestion. “This is obviously impacting your sleep quality in a negative way, which is the exact opposite of what Y/N was hoping for.”

“But Y/N seems to be sleeping better,” Seungcheol argues. He rubs his eyes, and the world spins a little as he does so. “So I probably shouldn't say anything, right?”

“No, you should say something,” Joshua says firmly. “What do you think Y/N will do when it becomes obvious that this new arrangement is actively harming you, and yet you didn't say anything? Hell, if I found out my boyfriend wasn't telling me that kind of stuff, I'd get really mad.”

Seungcheol frowns. “What? Why?”

“Because you're my boyfriend?” Joshua says. “Uh—not actually mine, obviously. But that's how Y/N would feel. You need to communicate your feelings. That's what couples do.”

Joshua takes a sip of his tea, spinning around in Seungcheol's desk chair in his study whilst Seungcheol, the owner of the chair, is currently exiled to the small wooden stool beside it. 

“Just think about how you'd feel if you were in Y/N's shoes. How would you feel if your partner wasn't telling you that they're sleeping badly and feeling increasingly more terrible throughout the weeks because of something that could be easily fixed by them talking it out with you?”

And oh, now Seungcheol understands. Now it makes more sense. He'd want you to communicate your feelings immediately. 

Joshua must see the revelation on Seungcheol's face, because he snorts smugly. “I knew you'd get there in the end.”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol grumbles, and Joshua mocks him for how ridiculously macho-man he was being before. “I'll talk to Y/N about this tonight.”

“Well done,” Joshua says amusedly, spinning around in Seungcheol's chair so fast that its joints, even as expensive and well-oiled as they are, begin to groan in surprise. “I'm so proud of you.” 

 “Shut up,” Seungcheol says again, and Joshua laughs. “And get off my chair.”

“Hmph! You're so mean. I bought this chair for you, you know.”

“No, you didn't.”

“No, I didn't. But you believed me for a second, didn't you?”

“Definitely not. Now get out of my house before Y/N gets home.”

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It's one of those very, very rare days where you finish work later than Seungcheol, and so when you unlock the front door and finally make it inside, you're more than ready to just fall into your boyfriend's arms. 

Except, the entire ground floor of your house is dark when you get home.

“Where is he?” you say to yourself, mystified. “Cheol? Where are you?”

“In our room!” he calls back from upstairs, and you take off your coat and shoes, dumping your bag by the doorway and bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to your boyfriend. 

“Seungcheol! Why were the hallway lights off? Have you eaten dinner yet? What's— wait, what are you doing?”

In the middle of your bed, right over where the two halves of your bedding meet, Seungcheol is sprawled out in an upside down starfish shape, staring up at you balefully as you walk into the room, and you laugh a little at the state your boyfriend is in. 

“Hello,” you say amusedly. “You look like you're sulking.”

Seungcheol just continues to blink up at you like a displeased cat. 

You laugh again, bending down and kissing him on the forehead. “Definitely sulking, I see. What's wrong, baby? What happened?”

There's a long moment where Seungcheol doesn't say anything, and you continue to smile down at him, petting his hair fondly. And then, he frowns, and speaks. 

“What do you think of our bed?”

You look over at the head of the bed, scanning it briefly. “I think it looks fine.”

It's apparently the wrong thing to say, because Seungcheol frowns harder. 

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“I don't like it,” Seungcheol says, and sits up, turning around to face you. “I don't like this sleeping arrangement.”

You tilt your head. “Oh? I thought you didn't mind the Scandinavian Sleep Method.”

Seungcheol sighs. “I lied,” he admits. “I actually hate it so much. It's the worst thing in the entire world.”

Your face softens in worry, feeling something thick and bitter rising to your throat at the idea that you've been forcing Seungcheol to go through with something he hates. 

“I'm sorry,” you say sincerely, sitting down beside him on the bed. “I didn't realise. You should've said something, Cheol. I would've changed back in an instant.”

Seungcheol, for how big and manly and good at acting as your guard dog he is, still always melts under your touch, and the moment you wrap your arms around his neck, he softens into your embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“Would you really?” he asks, muffled into your blazer, and you belatedly realise that you're still in your work clothes. You haven't even washed your hands. 

“Of course I would,” you say in your best don't be silly voice. “I don't want you to be feeling bad.”

His hands wrap around your waist, warm and comforting and he pulls you in closer, hugging you even tighter. 

“Sorry,” he says. “I feel like I'm being stupid. This isn't even anything big. It just… makes me feel really terrible, and I don't know why.”

“Hey, that's totally okay,” you say placatingly, threading your fingers through his hair and patting him consolingly on the back. “I told you we didn't have to carry on with this, baby. I said we could switch back whenever we wanted to.”

He squeezes you tighter, arms wrapping more securely around you. “I still feel bad. You liked this sleeping method.”

You laugh softly, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Yes, but not as much as I like you.”

If possible, he seems to melt even further into you at those words, and you smile, adoring how clearly he adores you. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” you say affectionately, kissing Seungcheol's ear before untangling yourself from his embrace. “Let's start remaking the bed then, hm?”

You pull away from his arms, and Seungcheol is staring at you with big eyes, irises all melty soft. And then he nods, smiling slightly, looking like a pleased puppy as he gets off the bed and begins helping you take the covers off the duvets. 

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It's unusual for Seungcheol to be so shy like this—normally, he's the one telling you to be more outspoken, more confident, so it's a nice change. You quite like being able to reassure him, gently tell him what to do, praise him and shower him with love in the way that he always does with you. 

“So why did you hate the Scandinavian Sleep Method?” you ask him a bit later as the two of you sit in front of the washing machine, watching it spin your bedding round and round. Seungcheol had insisted that you wash all of it right away, because otherwise the two of you were bound to put it off for a whole month. 

Your boyfriend shrugs. He watches the bedding get spun in circles again and again and again. 

And then, he finally looks at you, clad in your classic two-piece cotton pyjamas, hair all a mess, your face softened and natural now that you've washed up for the night, all ready to go to bed. 

You look so pretty like this, so open and comforting and god, Seungcheol had missed you. 

Even though he sees you every day. But that's whatever. He's missed being this close with you at night, in this kind of domestic setting, where it's just the two of you pressed close together in your house as the rest of the world sleeps. 

“That sleeping arrangement…” he begins quietly, and you look up. 

“Hm?”

Seungcheol holds your gaze very seriously as he continues. “It didn't let me hug you.”

You blink. “What?”

“It didn't let me hug you,” he repeats, as serious as ever, and you want to laugh in fondness because it really is that serious for him. “I couldn't cuddle you to sleep. I hated that.”

“Oh,” you say, positively melting away at his reason, so unbelievably in love with him that your heart is goo in your chest. “That's so sweet, Cheol, oh my god.”

You lean over and pinch his cheek, cooing over him, and he bats your hand away with a groan, smiling. 

“Go away,” he grumbles, but it's so full of warmth that the words carry no weight whatsoever.

“But then you can't cuddle me in your sleep,” you say, pouting exaggeratedly. “Unless… you don't wanna cuddle me any more?” 

You gasp dramatically, leaning away from him for full effect, and then yelp when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his side, preventing you from moving away. 

“Don't say silly things like that,” he reprimands teasingly, laughter tinging the ends of his words. He kisses your shoulder. “Of course I want to cuddle you. It's the only thing I'll be doing every night from now on.”

“That's awfully cheesy,” you point out. “Sap.”

“It's all your fault.”

“Huh, I suppose it is,” you say proudly, snuggling into your boyfriend. “Glad to know I have such an effect on you.”

Seungcheol sighs, fond, and kisses your shoulder once again. “Oh, if only you knew.”

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[david-watts]

I will not fall into the trap of rewriting everything because my writing skills have improved since starting the work

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. I'm currently obsessed with the thought of Bucky making his pretty girl take it. I'm talking him keeping you caged under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while his arm are wrapped tightly around your body. This type of energy comes out when he's pissed. Stressed. Jealous. He's going to remind you exactly who you belong to and my favourite thing about this is imagine you didn't even know what happened. Maybe he overheard some agents talking about how irresistible you are. So cute and pretty and they'd give anything to-

Nope. The thought alone of anytone touching what's his has him storming off, hauling you over to mark you in the most primal way possible. Remind everyone who you belong to. He plucks you up from whatever you're doing and carries you over his shoulder like a beast; you're naked on his bed seconds later. He plows into you, hips slamming his cock into your very soaked cunt, unapologetically fucking you with the deepest moans. He sounds so feral. He is feral.

"Feels-so-good, such a good girl, letting me put my big dick in you"

Those grunts and groans he lets out show just how selfish he's being because he's focused on how fucking good you're making his dick feel. You're so soft but you make his cock so hard. You're such an angel for him, spreading your legs for him the second he set you down. He'd been torn between wanting to ravish you immediately or taking a second to throw his clothes off. He decides he needs you to fucking smell like him when this is all over, have every bit of his scent covering your skin. He wants to feel every bit of you all over him.

No one else would ever get to have you like this. Feel your naked breasts on their chest. Feel your soft tummy press against theirs. Feel the plushness of your thighs squeezing their waist. Feel your silky walls squeeze and milk their cocks till they're all soft and sensitive.

They'd hear you though.

They'd hear every moan and Bucky would make sure of that.

"Whose cock is making you scream baby, tell me" He growls, your combined arousal making a mess on the bed.

"Y-OURS-" You hiccup, choking back a sob as he snakes his had to wrap around your throat. Damn right. His fucking cock. His dick in your pussy. Not the stupid little boys who think they have a chance to even breathe the same air. His pretty, pink, fat fucking cock destroying you to his heart's content, stretching you open as much as he wants. "J-JAMES"

"That's right, say my name baby, say the name of your man who fucks you this good, let everyone hear" He's already turned off all the sound proofing and maybe he left his door a crack open. Maybe.

"Jaamesss" You sound so gone, cockdrunk over the way the spongy head of his dick kisses that sensitive spot that makes you squirt cream with each of his thrusts. "Don't st-stop, please-fuck-me-Jamie" Your voices slurs and turns into a whine as your eyes roll back. For such a sweet princess, you sound like an absolute slut when he's inside you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mhphhm, sound so pretty, gonna make me blow, let me empty my balls in you" He starts to fuck you faster causing the headboard to shake, the whole bed creaking with his movements. "M'gonna cum angel-oh shittt-"

He nearly whimpers when he feels your doe eyes looking up at him with your ankles locked around his waist; he knows exactly what that means.

"You want it inside you huh, want my cum in you baby, s'that it?"

"Want-it-please, can't hold it" you cling onto him tighter and Bucky can't last any longer.

"Cum with me, together, c'mon angel, cum with me, yes, fuck yes, can feel you-fuck-" He begs, needing those little boys who spoke about you to hear exactly what they're missing out on, "OH GOD, FUCKKK" He doesn't hold back as he gives into his orgasm, your name dripping of his lips while you sob and squeal.

I want him to give you the softest aftercare. Tell you what a good girl you were for him. How much he loves and adores you, how special you are to him.

I want him to have the most smug expression on his face when he goes back down. He's such a little shit. He passes by a cackling Tony and a wheezing Sam. Not one agent dares look him in the eye. Steve may be blushing but he'll give credit where credit is due. His best friend sent a very clear message. Bucky is a possessive, loving, horny little shit and I need it.

Need it now.