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[circesoasis]

I FORGOR TO POST THESE HERE 💀

Here are some whiteboard doodles from a little while ago LOL. Enjoy!!!

[simpforboys]

daddy’s money

rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: rafe overhears someone being rude to you at your job. it doesn’t end well for either of you, but rafe tries to make up for it.

warnings: arguing, violence (a punch is thrown), protective!rafe, sugar daddy!rafe (?!??), fluff, reader can speak spanish (but race or anything isn't described), not proof read

these are based on my personal experiences (love working retail), just minus the punching

the ring of the bell made your ears perk up as you folded clothes.

you began working at amor, a popular clothing shop for kooks of all ages about a year ago. why they hired you, a pogue, was beyond you, but nonetheless you appreciated it.

especially since your manager, kat, loved you, as she came from rags and rising to riches.

you loved your job, being able to wear casual dresses and clothes, as half the store was beachy clothes and the other half was fancier.

“is that y/n l/n?”

you turned your head to see rafe cameron, kook prince. you hadn’t seen him in awhile, his hair now buzzed as he walked with the same prideful look.

you grinned, putting the shirt you were folding onto the table before hugging the tall man.

you and rafe had a thing, as one day he came into the shop you two immediately hit it off.

“did you find everything okay?” you asked, trying not to stare at the attractive man in front of you.

you scanned the shorts and polo shirts he was buying, noticing him smiling down at you. his hair was pushed back with a baseball cap on his head.

“i did now,” he said slyly.

“oh yeah?” you grinned, taking the security tags off the clothes. a heat rose to your cheeks as you bagged his items.

“didn’t realize they had pretty girls working here, y/n.” the man read your name tag.

“i wouldn't say that..." you trailed off, not knowing the man's name.

"rafe, rafe cameron." a cameron, huh? it had shocked you, really. the camerons were all over the news and basically ran figure eight.

"your total is going to be $259.73." you couldn't help but peek as he pulled out his wallet, his gold card practically dissing you as he put it in the pinpad.

you handed him his receipt, feeling electricity as you two accidentally brushed hands. he smiled down at you, grabbing his bag.

"i'll see you around, y/n."

"have a good day, rafe."

you watched as he exited the building, but quickly turned around after he paused. you furrowed your brows as he walked back up to the register.

"can i take you out?"

the rest of the story turned around, but you still kept in touch with rafe until he was on the ship with his father. he never texted or called you back after that.

"thanks for answering me." you said sarcastically, trying to hide your beaming smile. even though you hadn't heard from him, you still missed talking and being around him.

"sorry, mama. things got tough."

rafe's eyes wandered your body. from the way your hair was styled, your shorts that displayed your pretty legs, cropped tank top that showed some cleavage with a hawaiian shirt over it to make it seem a bit more modest, although failing to do so.

"i bet, being a cameron isn't so easy, huh?" you teased, continuing to fold the shirts you had previously ditched.

rafe didn't get to respond before kat came over, cutting off your conversation. "y/n, hay un cliente (there is a customer)."

kat was a very strong person. her family had come from mexico in search of a new life, and kat had quickly picked up the pace as she was able to open up amor. the store allowed her family to move from the cut to figure eight. she was around 5'6, brown hair that looked black in some lighting, with a mole next to her top lip that just added to herself, in a weird way.

"lo veo (i see him)." working at amor, you quickly picked up on spanish (unless you already speak it). kat eyed rafe, before nodding at him and heading back to the fitting room.

"did you find everything okay?" you questioned the man. he was around 40, dressed in a collared shirt with jeans to match. he had a rolex on his wrist, displaying his wealth.

rafe had moved to look at some of the mannequins, staying close by.

the man didn't respond, scrolling on his phone. you pursed your lips together, biting back your tongue as you continued to scan his items. his body language seemed defensive as he stood away from you.

"i like your-"

unfortunately, working customer service you had some rude customers from time to time, especially being a pogue in kook territory.

"just zip it pogue and bag my clothes. and don't try anything suspicious, either."

you were taken aback by his comment.

"don't talk to her like that." rafe had appeared next to the register, his nostrils flaring as his normal blue eyes turned dark. his pupils were blown wide as he stared at the man like he was going to kill him.

"and who are you?" the man scoffed.

"she's just doing her job, dickhead."

"if she was just doing her job, she wouldn't be tryna talk to me. now, who are you? do you even work here?" the man eyed rafe angrily, trying to appear more dominate but ultimately failed. rafe was taller and seemed to be much stronger.

"rafe-" you tried.

"rafe cameron, is that right?" the man suddenly smirked, sizing rafe up.

"i should've known. all camerons are dicks, especially your father."

you saw how rafe clenched his fist, the veins in his hand looking like they were on the verge of exploding.

"but i never expected a cameron to be protecting a pogue, or less a whore."

you gasped as rafe's knuckles made contact with the man's cheek, a cracking sound that could be heard around the store.

"rafe!" you shouted as he shook his hand, trying to not beat the man to unconsciousness.

rafe saw red as he grabbed the man by his collar, dragging him out of the store. "never fucking come back, got that?"

the man, now with a bruised cheek that appeared to have a broken bone, quickly walked off. rafe spit on the floor, walking back into the store.

kat had come running over, the noise causing her to be alerted.

"y/n, what the hell was that?" she asked, her voice thick with an accent as she was fuming.

"he was being-"

"we have a no violence policy. i told you to stay away from that cabrón (asshole)." kat swore.

"kat-" the woman wasn't letting you finish.

"you know i love you, kid. but that was unacceptable."

your lip trembled as your heart sank. you knew what her next words were going to be.

"you're fired, and i want rafe out of the store permanently."

rafe watched the scene, opening his mouth to speak but quickly stopped himself. a tear ran down your cheek as you wiped it away.

"who needs this stupid job away," you mumbled. you grabbed rafe's bicep, guiding him out of the store.

once outside, you let go of him and slightly pushed him backwards. rafe stared at you in shock, his knuckles throbbing in pain.

"what was that for?"

"you got me fired, asshole!"

"you just let dickheads speak to you like that?" rafe asked, an appalled tone in his voice as his mouth slightly hung open.

"yes! i need money, i don't care what gross rich men say."

the north carolina heat radiated off of you two, seagulls squawking as they flew above.

"y/n-" he went to grab your hands but you pulled away.

"i don't have daddy's money to support me, rafe. you just cost me my entire income and home."

your words were harsh as you stared directly into his eyes, a flame ignited in you that he lit.

"listen, okay. i can take care of you."

rafe was trying to remain calm, not wanting to scare you away from him if he raised his voice too much.

"oh, yeah? how?"

"c'mon." rafe took you down to where barry was sitting in rafe's car. the man got out as he saw you and rafe approach, the tension thick.

"long time, y/n." barry nodded his head at you, which you pursed your lips in response and watched as rafe popped the trunk.

inside were cases as rafe opened one, shiny gold beaming off the sun to peek at you. your stomach dropped, looking between rafe and barry who had huge smirks on their faces.

"how did you-"

rafe carefully handed you a piece of gold, watching as you inspected it.

"each one is worth at least 20 grand. we're set for life with these, baby."

you let out a surprised laugh, any feel of anger going away from the sight of all the cases filled with your new riches.

"no bullshit, right?"

"100 percent real, honey. rafe melted it down himself."

rafe gave barry a death glare from the nickname he called you.

"how- where- you know what, never mind. i don't care. you guys are fucking loaded."

"we're loaded, y/n." rafe put his arm around you, bringing you into a side hug as you smelt his dior sauvage cologne.

you grinned, feeling rafe press a kiss to your temple as you hugged him tightly. you ran your hand up and down his muscular back as his hand went down to your lower back.

"so.... are you my sugar daddies?" you joked. barry laughed as rafe rolled his eyes.

"c'mon, country club. we got clients to see."

[sailtomarina]

The Artist's Daughter

She was here again.

Draco Lucius Malfoy, First and Only Prince to the kingdom, stayed hidden in the stacks next to a row of tomes dictating the genealogies of the royal families dating back hundreds of years. He had his private tutor to thank for the tiresome task of locating the volume listing the exact ancestor Draco had failed to name correctly in his latest exam. The other day, he’d been here searching for a text that would answer which crops their kingdom specialized in for exports. Ridiculous, really. As if he wouldn’t some day have advisors to do all this research for him.

Then, just like today, he’d seen a girl wandering through the shelves. She hadn’t noticed him, of course. Draco was far too sneaky to be detected by some muggle, which she had to be given her unaware musings as she walked around with her nose buried in a book.

The first time, he’d remained hidden, even going so far as to cast a disillusionment spell on himself. As surprised as he was to see a stranger, he supposed that if they were to wander any of the handful of libraries in the castle, this was the most appropriate one. It was situated on the ground floor not too far from the entrance and ballroom. This is where most of the muggle texts were organized, along with an unfortunate number of historical texts currently pertinent to Draco’s education.

She’d struck him as pretty, albeit in a muggle sort of way. She’d worn a simple lady’s gown in a pale yellow that contrasted with the rich dark curls tumbling down her back. Freckles sprinkled generously across her pale skin, markings his cousins would have glamoured over from birth. If he guessed correctly, they weren’t too far apart in age, perhaps fourteen or fifteen. That was another indicator of her humble breeding—he didn’t recognize her, not from school or from the countless balls and feasts he’d attended growing up. She couldn’t be a noble.

Today, she wore a dress in a lovely sage green with tiny white flowers embroidered along the scoop neckline. Draco imagined her eyes to match the green, or to perhaps blink at him in a hazel hue. He needed to know.

“Who are you?” His voice came out much harsher than intended. 

He’d stepped out in front of her just as she was about to pass, causing her to come to an abrupt stop before crashing into him. Startled eyes, irises dark brown and glinting with a hint of gold, gazed up at him. He’d been wrong about the colors.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there. I’m Hermione Granger. And you are?” She stepped back to an appropriate distance from him, hugging a few books to her chest like armor.

“I’m Draco,” he said simply.

“The prince?” She didn’t sound too surprised, and eyed his unmistakable platinum hair.

“The very same. Why are you here in the library?” He’d finally tempered his tone to a more congenial one. 

“I was told I could read whatever I liked in here. My father is painting your Grand Ballroom.”

Ah. She was the daughter of the painter.

His mother made it a point to elect a new project as soon as the previous one was complete. Previous years had resulted in a reworked Imperial Garden, which boasted rose gardens with every imaginable variety, both magical and non-magical. A formidable greenhouse was added shortly after, and the caretaker they’d employed soon obtained and cultivated the rarest of specimens for use in medicine and potions. 

This year, Queen Narcissa turned her attention to the Grand Ballroom. She and his father adored hosting balls at every opportunity. What better way to display their love for art and beauty than to paint the entire ceiling and all its walls with depictions of magical beasts and figures from history. Circe. Merlin. Rasputin. Titania and Oberon.

Draco had assumed they’d hire a wizard, but he should have known that when it came to art, the king and queen saw no difference between magic or not. They simply wanted the best, and if that happened to be stationary art, then so be it.

“Find anything interesting?” He feigned interest, intent on keeping her talking. She was far more entertaining than pouring over volumes of ancestors alone.

She perked up at his question, and Draco could have sworn sections of her hair floated for just a brief moment.

Certainly not.

“I did! Did you know your castle is situated on top of the most powerful spot in the kingdom? All of the most prominent ley lines converge here underneath our feet!” She stomped one foot in emphasis. He wouldn’t be surprised if she went through several slippers a season if she always beat on them in that manner.

Wait.

Did she say “ley lines”?

“Are you a witch?” he blurted out, once again wincing at the gracelessness of his question. His mother would be mortified if she could hear him.

Hermione looked at him as if he was stupid. “Yes. Why else would your family let me wander around here by myself?”

“I don’t know, maybe because this is the one library of many where muggles are allowed? They do come here occasionally, muggle nobles, to garner favor with us,” he sputtered. He still couldn’t quite believe it. She was a witch. She was an unknown witch of his age. “Why don’t I know you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“My parents are muggles. I might have a squib ancestor somewhere, but as far as we know, I’m the only magic user in the Granger family. They sent me abroad for schooling since Hogwarts doesn’t currently accept muggle-borns.” She raised her eyebrows as if challenging him, but Draco couldn’t find it within himself to care about her background.

Hermione didn’t fawn on him like the other girls who had paraded themselves around him at school. She didn’t bat her eyelashes or titter behind a gloved hand. She didn’t wear gloves at all, her slender fingers wrapping around ancient texts as if relishing the touch of the worn covers. She probably thumbed the pages like his instructors told him never to do.

He would have thought that would annoy him, but he instead found himself intrigued in this muggle-born witch who liked reading, wore slippers instead of heels, and forewent glamours.

“Do you want to see the other libraries?”

His words were like a spell, as effective at getting her to brighten as a cheering draught.

“Oh, can I? The king and queen won’t mind?” She nearly vibrated in her excitement.

Her hair was definitely twice the size it was before.

“Not if you’re with me,” Draco said with a smirk, though that was partially a lie. If they’d wanted her in the other libraries, they would have explicitly told her. 

“Well, in that case, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” She made to dash away, but he caught her shoulder before she could do so.

“Allow me,” he said with a gesture towards the books still clutched to her chest.

“Oh, I can carry these.”

“Please, I insist.” It wouldn’t do if either of his parents not only caught him skiving off lessons with the girl, but allowing her to carry around books like some commoner. When she finally let go of her findings, he cast a featherweight charm and looked at her knowingly. She flushed an adorable shade of pink.

“They really weren’t very heavy, but thank you anyways.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon exploring, only making it to two additional libraries. Hermione had only added to the pile of books floating behind Draco. He had to refresh the charm multiple times due to the sheer weight.

“You do realize you can’t remove these from the castle, don’t you?” He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her, that she’d continue to visit along with her father for as long as there was work. “How long will it take your father to finish the ballroom?”

“To answer your first question, yes, I do understand that I’ll need to reserve these books to read later. I was hoping you could help with that.” He nodded his agreement, even as he inwardly danced with joy at the thought that he now had a reason to continue seeing the girl. “And to answer your second, it could take my father years.”

“Years?” Draco was aghast at the approximation.

“Years,” she repeated. “If you go take a look, you’ll see why. He’s not even working alone—he has an entire team helping with the moldings and scenery.”

Trust his mother to pick a project of such staggering proportions that it required multiple artists. On the bright side, that meant he’d have a long time to get to know Hermione, even if it was only during the holidays.

“It’s a shame you can’t attend Hogwarts.” It wasn’t until she tutted in agreement that he realized he’d said the words aloud. If she’d been like any other girl, she would have pounced on any hint of attachment on his part. She, however, did not.

“Well, if the king’s word is true, then I may soon. In exchange for my father’s work, yours agreed to update Hogwarts’ policies. I love Beauxbatons, but I can’t disagree that staying closer to home would make everything a lot easier on my family.”

“If you do,” Draco said the words slowly, hardly believing they were coming out of his mouth but needing her to know before it was too late, “then you should ask to be sorted into Slytherin.”

His heart sank at the way her nose wrinkled and lips turned downward in a grimace. “Isn’t that house renowned for pureblood ideology? I was leaning more towards Ravenclaw, myself.”

He nodded somewhat agreeably. “Books and cleverness…you could certainly do worse. They’re not a bad lot, if you ignore their tendency to disappear into their studies. Though…” he trailed off, reluctant to give away his feelings again without assistance.

“Though it might mean we don’t see each other? I wouldn’t let that happen outside of exams,” she said offhandedly. “I’ll keep in mind what you said. Snakes can be quite clever, in a sneaky kind of way.” The pointed look she sent Draco reminded him of how he’d approached her in the first place.

“Quite.”

A gentle melody played in the air, noting the top of the hour and finishing with eight long chimes.

“And that’s my cue. Hold on to those for me, would you?” Hermione leaned up onto her toes, laid the palms of her hands atop his shoulders, and pressed a kiss onto one cheek, then the other.

Draco could do nothing but stand still in shock at her forwardness. Then he remembered where she went to school and the strange habits the people of that land practiced. He cleared his throat to cover his awkward silence, but the crooked smirk she wore proved the attempt useless.

“When will I see you next?” He realized how needy that sounded as it came out, and hastily continued,“Just so I know when to have them ready?”

She flitted to the doors and didn’t respond until she was nearly through them, “I’m sure you’ll find me!”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind her stack of books, the echoes of her soft lips on his face, and the sweet scent of apple blossoms in the air. Draco wondered if she had perhaps cast some sort of love spell on him. How else could he explain his complete lack of reservation around her, or why her humble origins didn’t matter to him like he thought they should?

Queen Narcissa found him still in contemplation shortly after, and was impressed at the amount of reading material gathered around him.

“My dragon, there you are! Wilfred said he’d sent you to recover texts on our family history ages ago.”

“Mother, did you know the painter has a daughter?”

Narcissa blinked as she processed the odd question. “Master Granger? Of course. Hermione is a lovely, bright little thing. I told her she could read whatever she liked in our First Library. Why do you ask?”

Her son continued to stare at the wall, and she had half a mind to cast a homenum revelio.

“Draco?”

He came to with a shake and gave her one of his rare, full smiles. “No reason. I think we’ll be wonderful friends. You should make sure Hogwarts changes their acceptance rules before school starts again.”

Bewildered and bemused, she stroked a hand over his hair, so like his father’s. “I take it the two of you met?”

“We did. These are all hers.” He gestured towards the books once more.

“And here I thought you’d finally taken an interest in your studies.”

He snorted and she nearly pinched him on the arm for his cheek. She made do instead with a tickle to his side. He ducked away from her with a laugh, holding up his hands in surrender. “Mother, please! That isn’t fair! You know all my weak spots.”

She desisted in her attack with another indulgent smile. “And don’t you forget it. Just be careful with Hermione, dear.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head in confusion and she nearly sighed at his naivety. The young could be so oblivious, but she envied them their freedom.

She thought back on her own upbringing. The Blacks were more ancient and arrogant than even the royal family; her marriage to Lucius had been agreed upon at birth and as expected as the fact that clouds brought rain and Blacks were as pure as pure could be. She knew she was his from the beginning, and no amount of pining after others or imagining life in another place with a different name would change her fate.

Narcissa looked at her son, a near perfect replica of her husband aside from the softer grey eyes she’d bestowed upon him and his smile. He’d been so much like her at the start, but over the years he’d become more and more like his father. Now, today, he was like his younger self again.

She didn’t care what Lucius intended for his heir. She just wanted him to find happiness.

“True friends are difficult to come by, particularly for people of our station. I have a feeling that, if you nurture your relationship with Hermione, she’ll be someone worth keeping at your side.”

“What would father say?” he asked, caution and desire battling for domination on his face.

“He prizes power above all else.” This much was true. Lucius just happened to have a bit of a blind spot outside of magical families. “Apply yourself to your studies, help one another, and I’ll take care of Hogwarts and your father.”

Listening to his mother, Draco started to relax and let a bit of his earlier hope trickle back in. He wasn’t sure how Hermione had secured her approval, but she had. Greater deeds had been turned into ballads.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit terrifying sometimes?”

Narcissa smirked, immediately reminding Draco of wild curls and a smattering of freckles. The two women looked wildly different, yet they gave off a similar air of confident capability.

“I have been told. Once or twice.”

He made a note to tread carefully around Hermione in the future. If she turned out anything like his mother, he never wanted to be on the opposite end of her ire.

Oh, the feats they would accomplish together.

WC 2606

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 4 - Alternate Universe, September 22 - Royal AU

Cross-posted to AO3

I have half a mind to write a full story in this setting, since it spiraled into something I want to know more about. I didn’t think I used to have a thing for royal AUs, but maybe I do???

[houseofperfecttaste]

A Boyfriend and a Stalker (1)

Summary: When Y/N and Rafe break up she finds comfort in the blonde surfer boy which drives Rafe mad. Will his craziness drive him to the do the stupidest thing of his life?

Warnings: smut, swearing,

“T-That can’t be true.” Y/N whispered shaking her head as Sarah told her that she saw another girl leaving Rafes room in the morning. "I'm sorry." She said wrapping her arms around Y/N who collapsed in her arms crying her eyes out. The rest of the group walked out of the chateau beers and weed in hand and once they saw Y/Ns crying figure they dropped everything running over to her joining the hug. "What happened?" John B asked wanting to know the reason his sister was crying. "R-Rafe cheated on me." John Bs jaw clenched wanting to beat the living daylight of the eldest Cameron for hurting his sister. "Please don't do anything. Not yet at least." Y/N begged just wanting her brother at the moment and also knowing him, JJ, and Pope wouldn't hesitate to find Rafe and beat him. After a few minutes of hugging and Y/N crying they all sat around the fire drinking and smoking telling random stories. Y/N was slowly smoking a blunt tuning out everyone around her and she got up walking to the dock sitting on the edge and kicking the water sighing and letting a few tears slip. She heard footsteps approaching and she quickly wiped her tears.

JJ sat besides her a blunt in his hand as he looked over at her, her cheek shiny from the tears that fell. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on his shoulder relaxing a bit. She always felt comfortable with JJ, she felt comfortable with all her friends but secretly JJ was her favorite. JJ kept quiet knowing she didn't want to talk about it and that she just enjoyed the company. Y/N wasn't one for talking about her feelings, she would just break or smash things to take her anger out. After about ten minutes of silence JJ cracked a few jokes wanting to cheer the girl up and he smiled truimphly when it worked, she was laughing and smiling forgetting about all the problems but her happiness was soon ruined when her phone dinged. She pulled it out seeing she had texts and calls from Rafe but she ignored them placing her phone back in her pocket. "Wanna go for a swim?" She suggested hopping up wanting a distraction and JJ nodded and they both headed inside to change into their bathing suits. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" Y/N giggled sprinting towards the dock as JJ laughed running behind her and jumping into the water after her. "You're a rotten egg." She giggled uncontrollably high out of her mind as JJ splashed her. They swam around for hours splashing each other and racing one another in the water and just talking about life.

"I am going to go get some sleep. I had really fun tonight JJ, thank you." She kissed his cheek before getting out of the water wrapping a towel around herself and heading inside the chateau showering and getting ready for bed.

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Y/N tossed and turned for a majority of the night not looking forward to the next day, the day she had to break up with Rafe. She got a total of three hours of sleep before her body woke up again and she groaned taking a shower and getting ready. She put on light makeup not needing much anyway she was naturally beautiful with a baby blue crop top and black jean shorts with her sandals. "Do you want us to go with you?" Pope asked as she walked onto the porch and she shook her head grabbing the keys to the Twinkie and heading to the Camerons. Y/N pulled into the Camerons driveway taking a deep breath before getting out of her car not seeing Ward and Rose sitting in the front yard drinking wine. "Hi sweetheart I didn't know you were coming over today." Ward placed his glass down smiling at her. "I just need to talk to Rafe. Is he here?" She asked playing with her rings nervously as Ward nodded telling her he was in his room.

Y/N headed to his room knocking on the door before opening it and seeing Rafe laying on his bed watching something on the tv. "Hi baby, I didn't know you were coming." Rafe sat up slightly happy to see his girlfriend but she stayed in the doorway crossing her arms over her chest. "How was the whore last night? Was she good?" Rafes eyes widened not knowing how she found out but he denied it. "I don't know what you're talking about Y/N." Rafe stood up taking a step forward which caused her to step back. "Don't fucking lie to me Rafe. I know you had a girl over last night." Rafe rubbed his face then pushed his hair out of his face as he looked at his girlfriend who was glaring at him but he could see the sadness in her eyes. Y/N took his silence as conformation and she nodded taking her rings off and throwing them at him. "Fuck you Rafe Cameron." She said closing his door and heading down the stairs as he chased after her begging for her to listen and using the excuse that he was drunk.

"Y/N please just listen! I love you." He pleaded behind her as she opened the door and walked outside the yelling earning the attention of the two adults but that was the least of Y/Ns concerns. "Listen to what Rafe? Listen to how you fucked her, how it happened? You're a fucking cheater! Two years down the drain for some fucking whore! I hope it was worth it." She yelled at him turning away to walk away from him but he grabbed her arm turning her around and she slapped him across the face with her other arm. He rubbed his jaw looking at her in shock. "I fucking hate you." Was the last thing she said before running to the van jumping in and watching Ward and Rose yell at Rafe before driving back to the cut.

For over a week Y/N locked herself away in her room which she knew was unhealthy but she didn't care she just wanted to be in Rafes arms again having him whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Rafe on the other hand was out every night drinking and snorting coke trying to get his mind of his ex girlfriend, Topper and Kelce introduced him to new girls and he hooked up girls that looked like Y/N hoping it would fill the void but it didn't it just made him miss Y/N more. Rafe couldn't believe he fucked up the only good thing in his life, the only thing that made him happy was now gone because he slept with some fucking whore who meant nothing to him. He knew Y/N would never forgive him, she would never talk to him again or look in his direction. He wasn't going to be able to wake up to her sleeping figure every morning and hold her as they fell asleep. No more picnics during sunsets, no more pool days, no more lazy days snuggling in his bed eating junk food and watching their favorite movies. All of it gone.

Y/N heard a knock on her door and seconds later JJ poked his head inside holding up a bag of candy and she sat up sending a soft smile to the blonde and motioned him over. JJ sat next to her on her bed as she paused her tv show and he leaned against the headboard emptying out the bag. "All my favorites thank you JJ." "Anything to cheer you up cupcake." That was JJs favorite name to call Y/N, every time he called her it she would smile no matter the mood she was in. "How've you been doing?" He asked sweetly wrapping an arm around her shoulder and she shrugged popping a few candies in her mouth. "I've been doing great you know ugly crying, burying myself under my blankets, locking myself away in my room. Best I've ever been." She sarcastically said chuckling and JJ playfully nudged her and she nudged him back. "Wanna smoke?" JJ asked taking a blunt out. "Of course, I'll meet you on the porch I'm gonna change." JJ left the room and she changed into shorts and a tank top heading out to the porch taking a seat next to JJ.

He placed the blunt between her lips lighting it for her and she inhaled the smoke keeping it in her mouth for a few seconds before blowing it out. When she was at a perfect high she placed her head in JJs lap letting him twirl her hair around his finger and she kept checking her phone to see if she had any notifications from Rafe even though she knew his name would never pop up on her phone again. JJ noticed and he took her phone out of her hands shutting it off and placing it on the table next to them. "Do you want to talk about it?" JJ asked stroking her hair knowing that her mind must be eating away at her. "All week I was blaming myself for what he did. Wondering what I could've done better, what I could've changed but I realized that I did everything right. It wasn't me who fucked up the relationship it was his stupid ass and I'm done blaming myself." "That's my girl." JJ laughed and so did she playfully nudging his arm as he did the same. "Where is everyone?" She had just realized it was only her and JJ at the chateau. "John B is with Sarah, Pope and Kiara went home so their parents wouldn't murder them." "Good idea, we need them alive." She chuckled taking another drag of the blunt.

Y/N had her head resting in JJs lap as he played with her hair reminicing on the times when they were kids and how he always dragged her and John B down with him whenever he got in trouble. Both of them were high out of their minds giggling uncontrollably and she was looking up at JJ taking in all his features. Before her and Rafe started dating she had a crush on JJ but never thought he felt the same about her, she was John Bs sister she never thought she stood a chance. She tilted her head to the side to get a better view and took in how perfect his jawline is, how pink and kissable his lips are, how chiseled and defined his cheekbones were and oh god his dimples and blue eyes were enough to make any girl fall for him. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours." JJ tapped his fingers on her forehead and she giggled smacking his hand away gently. "Just admiring you. You're pretty." She sat up and JJs heart fluttered when hearing her call him pretty.

JJ had always had a crush on the girl, she was the most beautiful girl in the world and her sweet and caring personality only made it better. He expected Rafe to fuck the relationship up within the first couple months but when he realized Rafe truly loved her he tried to get over his crush but it never went away, he became jealous of Rafe, jealous that Rafe was the one able to make her happy, hold her in his arms, tell her how beautiful she looked every day, he was able to be Y/Ns everything while JJ just had to sit there for 2 years acting like he was fine but now Rafe had fucked up and this was JJs time to make a move.

"You are also very pretty.” He booped her nose and she blushed hiding her face in his shirt as he chuckled stroking her hair. “Can I tell you something J? And you have to promise me it won’t cause any awkwardness between us.” She held her pinky out and he wrapped his pinky around hers promising. “I’ve always had a crush on you.” She admitted sitting up and looking everywhere but his eyes and JJ thought his heart was going to explode. The girl he’s been crushing on for years just told him she liked him back. Without thinking JJ turned her head to look at him and pushed his lips to her. Y/N kissed back with no hesitation wrapping her arms around his neck as his snaked around her waist pulling her onto his lap. They continued making out until she pulled away slightly needing to catch her breath.

"I've always had a crush on you too." JJ smiled and she leaned forward pressing her lips onto his again and slid her hands down his chest sneaking under his shirt to feel his abs. A small moan left her lips making JJ grow hard at the noise and Y//N smirked to herself feeling JJ hard under her. She rolled her hips against him and he groaned tilting his head back and Y/N took the opportunity to kiss his jaw and neck leaving little marks. She played with the hem of his shirt before lifting it up over his head throwing it somewhere next to them. Her eyes soaked up his body biting her lip feeling the wetness grow between her legs. She kissed down his neck, leaving kisses on his collarbones and every ab before playing with the strings on his shorts. "May I?" She asked looking up at him through her lashes and JJ could cum at the sight she looked so hot. "God yes." He breathed out as she palmed him through his shorts.

She pulled his shorts down his erection springing free and she wrapped her hand around his length pumping it slowly then wrapping her lips around his tip sucking and licking around it before taking him whole. "Holy shit." He shakily breathed out tangling his hands in her hair watching her suck on his cock. She twisted her head as she bobbed her head up and down making JJ moan loudly and admire how beautiful she looked with his cock in her mouth. She reached down to play with his balls and that was enough to send JJ over the edge he bucked his hips as his cum spilled into her mouth and he expected her to spit it out but she swallowed all of it with a smile on her face and didn't take her lips off his cock until she knew she got every last drop. "You taste so fucking good J." She wiped the corners of her mouth with her middle finger and sucked the cum off. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Wanna see something hotter?" She teased and he nodded his head eagerly and she grabbed his hand leading him to her room and she closed the door behind them pushing JJ onto the bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she slowly stripped in front of him teasing him. JJ groaned impatiently making her smirk and she pulled her shirt over her head leaving her in her black lace bra. JJ licked his lips hungrily and his eyes followed her every move as she turned around teasing him once again by pulling her pants down enough to expose her ass before pulling them back up again. JJ stood up wrapping his arms around her and carefully threw her on the bed. "Enough with the fucking teasing." He growled yanking her pants off and kissing up her legs leaving marks on her thighs marking her as his. His face was right in front of her pussy and he slid a finger between her folds making her gasp. He rubbed her clit looking up as she bit her lip watching him mess with her clit. "You want my tongue baby?" He asked seductively licking the inside of her thighs. "Yes J." She pleaded bucking her hips and he pushed them down tsking. "You have to be a good girl baby." JJ flicked his tongue over her clit making her jolt and he smirked to himself before diving into her pussy making her moan loudly and tug on his hair. "Fuck baby." She moaned as he dipped his tongue inside of her running it along her walls.

He sucked on her clit watching her become a mess under him and he loved being able to have her moaning and squirming under him the pleasure being too much for her. She wrapped her thighs around his head as her body started to shake, she could feel the warm feeling in her stomach. JJ slipped two fingers inside of her curling them to hit the right spot as he continued to suck on her clit wanting her cum all over his face. "Fuck JJ!" She screamed trying to move away but he held her in place and she shrieked as she finished all over his face her breathing heavy. "You taste delicious." JJ licked his lips and licked her pussy clean. He hovered over her kissing her and she moaned into his mouth tasting herself on his tongue. "Shit!" They said in unison when hearing the door to the chateau open and close knowing it was John B and Sarah. "Hey Maybank you missing your shirt?" Sarah snickered from the other side of the door and Y/N chuckled softly. "Will you be mine?" JJ asked holding her close. “Of course.” She smiled and JJ kissed her roughly smacking her ass and then JJ opened the door grabbing the shirt putting it on as Sarah looked between the two smirking. "If you don't mind JJ." Sarah said signaling she wanted to speak to Y/N alone. Sarah closed the door squealing and jumping.

"You need to calm the hell down." Y/N laughed shushing her and she blushed as she sat on the bed blushing. "Sooooo what happened?" Sarah asked the big question excitedly sitting next to her best friend wanting to know everything. "Sarah I just broke up with your brother are you sure you want to hear this?" Y/N cocked an eyebrow at her as Sarah gave her a look and Y/N put her hands up in defense. "We didn't have sex if thats what you're asking. You and John B interrupted." Y/N playfully glared at the blonde as she rolled her eyes sarcastically apologizing. "Butttt he was amazing. More than amazing, more than perfect! Waaayyy better than Rafe, JJ took his time made sure I was feeling good too. And he's really fucking hot." Y/N gushed about JJ and the biggest smile anyone could have was spread across her face and Sarah smiled at the sight of her best friend, it's been a long time since she was truly happy. “Are you guys dating?” Sarah asked and JJ smirked as he was eavesdropping through the door loving that he finally had the girl of his dreams but on the other side was Rafe leaning against the chateau listening through the open window already trying to come up with a plan to get her back.

[manicpixxiedreambitch]

It’s so funny to me that everyone expects all grandmothers to be conservative racist Christian ladies, meanwhile my grandma is the wildest lady ever.

She

-Is a hippie

-Lets me wear whatever the fuck I want when I’m around her. I have worn crop tops, punk clothes, insane makeup, bikinis, short skirts, and she has never given One Fuck.

- Has on multiple occasions laughed until her face turned red over dirty jokes I have made.

-Is 100% supportive of the LGBTQ community.

-Doesn’t give a flying fuck whether I curse or not

- Would definitely support me telling a bitch to fuck off over email or text, or roasting some fucker into oblivion (within reason).

- Literally raised my dad, who was the actual class clown in his high school. He got in trouble pretty much every other day for the craziest shit. She’s seen it all. I could get suspended for getting in a fight (not that I would) and it would not be the worst thing she’s ever seen.

- Hung out with a group of black kids when she was a teenager (and keep in mind, she was a teenager in a time where this sort of thing wasn’t normal.) and hung out in basements with them and listened to music (which actually shaped a lot of my family’s music tastes today)

- Is a huge activist.

- Almost drop kicked an old man during the pandemic because he was trying to refuse to wear a mask in the antique store she was working at. (Finally when he put on the mask he was like “Fine I’ll wear a mask but you can’t make my granddaughter. She has asthma. You can’t make her wear a mask she has asthma.” And my grandma was like “Bitch watch me”)

- Plays poker almost religiously.

- Smokes weed (not in front of me or my siblings or anyone, though.)

- Once shouted, and I quote “Who’s this Siri bitch and why’s she on my phone?!” In the middle of dinner. She’d had that phone for six years and never knew about Siri.

- Once nearly cursed me out over winning Yahtzee with the best lucky streak the world has ever seen.

- At my grandpa’s funeral (she divorced him when my dad was a teenager) she went up in front of everyone and said “Hello it’s me, the evil ex wife”

- Has worn suits to more than one formal event

- Is not embarrassed or ashamed to talk about feminine things in public.

- Never acts like she is too old for anything.

- Is not modest. She once told her old boss straight to his face that he had anger issues, so she got him a pair of rose colored sunglasses so anytime he is upset he can put them on and everything will be rose colored. He still had them sitting on his desk 30 years later and had to explain why they were there every time someone asked him about it.

- Originally believed that my dad was going to be a girl and planned to name him Julia Ruth after two of my great grandmothers. When she found out he was a boy, she said fuck it and made it his middle name.

- Still, after 18 years of me being alive, cannot spell my name correctly for the life of her. She thinks there is a “y” in there somewhere, and it changes places every year on every Christmas card. (There is no y in my name)

- Is italian

[j4xotto]

Despite what people might think, Valentine’s Day was actually one of Jax’s favourite days of the year. He loved all the cheesy conventions of the holiday, the string of romcoms he could always count to be on at the movies, the candy chocolate hearts, and even the sight of red roses lining every street corner in NYC, the price dropping the closer it got to February fourteenth. The fact that he wasn’t able to love his significant other openly never dampened his enthusiasm for the holiday. Sure, it stung a little that he couldn’t join in on the Instagram posts and parade his loved one in front of the world, but it never stopped him from splashing out on an armful of roses for his loved ones, whether that be his Mum or Annie.

Guilt washed over him as he thought of Annie, who’d been keeping him at arms length ever since the revelation he’d been spending their favourite holiday with another girl. No matter where Jax was in the world, he had always made a point of coming home to Annie so that he could spoil her rotten. They’d spend the holiday curled up under blankets, watching When Harry Met Sally, or his best friend would put on her prettiest red dress and he’d take her out. Jax knew, perhaps more than most, just how lonely Annie could get, and this time of year only seemed to exasperate it. Her Dad adored her but also sheltered her, which meant dating was generally a no-go. And because Annie was one of the most beautiful people he knew, inside and out, he never for a second wanted her to be lonely.

Scrolling through his Instagram, he was relieved, and a little tickled, to see Elias’ face plastered all over Annie’s feed, as well as her story. It alleviated a little bit of pressure on his chest to know Annie wasn’t alone.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Jax mumbled, his thumb double-tapping over Eli’s face. Although, if he knew Annie, he could almost be certain she had been the one to make the first move. Either way, he was sure Eli was over the moon to have the girl of his dreams on his arm.

“What was that?”

Lifting his head, Jax noticed his uber driver had his eyes trained on him in the rearview mirror, having mistaken Jax’s words as meant for him. The man flushed a little in embarrassment, shaking his head as his driver moved his eyes back to the road.

“Just talking to myself, sorry.” Jax apologised in his soft, Australian lilt. Running his clammy hands over the fabric of his jeans, Jax thought about Sephy. Lovely, agreeable, funny Sephy, who’d said she\d spend the day with him despite the fact he was certain she could have any man, any man at all as her Valentine. And why was he nervous? It would be funny, if it weren’t so pitiful, that the one Valentine he got to show off happened to be a woman he wasn’t even really dating.

For about the fourth time in their short drive, Jax felt the other man’s eyes on him.

“Sorry to ask, man. You look so familiar to me, are you Jax Otto?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

A high, nervous laugh fell from Jax’s lips as he shoved his hands in his pockets, fumbling around for his phone. Not for the first time, Jax wondered exactly what had given him away. Sometimes it was that people couldn’t recognise Jax outside of his race suit, outside of the car, even. Other times people heard the accent, the dark crop of hair, the too-nice clothes and made the connection, much to Jax’s dismay.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.” Jax stated, trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice. As Jax grew more nervous, however, the man behind the wheel grew even more animated.

“Oh, man! I can’t believe I’m driving Jax Otto, wait till my wife finds out - she loves you, Jax, just loves you.”

The city whooshed by as Jax nodded good-naturedly, tapping out a text to Sephy to let her know he wasn’t far now.

“Tell your Mrs I say hi then, won’t you?” Jax said, leaning forward to clap his driver on the shoulder. “Can you just pull over here? This is me.”

The uber screeched to a sudden stop outside of Sephy’s Brownstone. The whole thing was so new that Jax and Sephy had never stepped into one another’s apartments, the man was half afraid he’d get lost on the way there. Jax looked down his phone, as though to make sure this was the right address. He had half a mind to step out onto the street, walk up those steps and call for her himself.

“Jax, man, is that your girl?”

Lifting his head, Jax was filled with a sudden quiet reassurance at the blonde head of hair ducking out from behind the door. A small, pleased smile crossed his features as his hand found the car door handle, spilling out onto the street to greet her.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

[infinitesimblr]

WCIF/Does Anybody Have...

So inevitably trying to put my game back together on a new machine has been...trying.  Who woulda thought, right?  Ugh.

There’s some things that I’m missing, and I’ve been keeping a running list of them as they become apparent.  I figure if I post that list here, someone might be able to help.  I haven’t got pics for everything, but those that I do have, I’ve added.

Buggybooz’ original PlummyPlum and Stone Sandwich KitchenBasic counter recolors, potentially one or two more.  Whatever wasn’t included with their up-to-date files from Buggy’s Retreat.  Found on Shasta’s Tumblr.

*****

Awesims’ KitchenBasic countertop recolors.  Includes three concrete, three granite, and six composite stone countertops.  Found at GoS.

This is one of the few Wayback Machine links of theirs that doesn’t work.

*****

Someone (???) once upon a time made a modded growable marijuana crop complete with custom garden plot and accessories for use.  I can’t be any less vague, sorry.  I had thought that iCad answered an ask regarding said thing a while ago but I looked through her entire blog and couldn’t find it.  I’ve also tried SimsCave and the Booty, but I can’t remember who made it so I’m not having any luck.

Found!  They’re by PandoraSims.  The more complete version is maryjane2.zip, about 2/3 of the way down the page.  Many thanks to @pixeldolly​ for prodding me to revisit the Booty when I’m not mostly asleep.

*****

The Scriptorium .txt files for Spaik’s Erica modular stairs, specifically the black and the white, as those are the only ones I use.  Neither the T$R download or the files at the Booty come with them, and the installation instructions at T$R that had the text that one could copy and paste into their own files no longer exists.  Boo.  I made them myself following AlmightyHat’s Instructions.  They are half-assed but functional (Not Hat’s fault BTW,) so if anyone wants them - here.

***UPDATE 02.24.23*** The data from my laptop has been recovered, so I now have the originals again.  I replaced my not-very-well-done files with the correctly written ones that I originally had, and have also replaced the RAR at the link above.

*****

The following stuff that I think/swear is by Shasta but I’ll be damned if I can find any trace of these things online anywhere:

Recolors of the Seasons shower curtain in three colors (red, turquoise, and either a grey or maybe a lime) with white polka dots.  99.9% sure these were not by DeeDee.  Found on Sims2Artists.

Recolors of the Base Game nursery stuff (maybe just the crib bedding?) using fabric patterns from Blend (RIP.)  Part or all of the set was circus-themed.  Shasta kindly pointed me to them on GoS.

Recolors of a Maxis rug - either Isotopia from Freetime or the rectangular Oriental rug from Nightlife - that are like, several two-toned monochrome recolors of an art deco design, the same but with a stylized rose design, and maybe one more design?  Not actually by Shasta, actually by delonariel/tethys.  With the help of some lovely folks in the comments, I was able to find them here at GoS.

*****

Some stuff One thing by Raynuss/Imagine That:

The Functional Dicke Berta Fireplace

The only place I’ve found a link to this is one post on SimPearls, and it’s since been deleted.  Both amethystfenix and deatherella had this.

*****

The (original?) recolors for Pocci’s Kitchen Deco:

Each piece has two recolors that coordinate with the others, i.e. the kettle also has a red and a green recolor, plus all three have I think a pink and an orange recolor in the same leaf pattern.  I have the meshes, and I thought the recolors came with them - at least, that’s how I got them on my laptop - but that was years ago on BPS so not now I guess?  If the creator of the recolors wasn’t Pocci, I can’t remember who it was and Google Isn’t helping.  As it turns out, the recolors I was thinking of were by SpaceDoll, and amethystfenix had these, too.

*****

Some recolors of Echo’s Real Rug by someone who I cannot remember.  They were designs by actual designers like Bluebell Gray, and I’m afraid I can’t be more specific.  I can’t find them with Google, I can’t find them on anyone’s Pinterest, I can’t find any reblogs of them.  They were from quite a few years ago.

***UPDATE 02.24.23*** Also recovered from my laptop.  Still have no idea who made these, but whoever you are, I want you to know that they are some of my absolute favorites and I hope you don’t mind me reuploading them for the community here.  I included (my lightly edited versions of) Echo’s meshes for convenience, RealRug2x3 is the repositoried file.

*****

Some recolors of Veranka’s 3t2 Back to Retro Refrigerator done in modern, mostly geometric graphics, also some fruit.  Again, I can’t really be more helpful than that.  Here at GoS.

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Nabila’s recolors (maybe just one recolor?  I think there were more than that though) of Adele’s Persianesque Jars.  Well, it’s just one jar since the other is repositoried.

***UPDATE 02.24.23*** Guess what else I found.  Turns out there are five recolors, I don’t know if they’re all by Nabila but I think so, and I’ve reuploaded them here.  The edited meshes are included, PersianesqueUrn02 is the repositoried one.  I did not include Adele’s original recolors, hence why the file names start at Recolor03.  If you download these, you should probably rename them to fit with your other files.

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Some icicle-type string lights - the kind that are multiple vertical strands of lights hanging from a main horizontal wire - that were definitely not by Honeywell or ATS.  There are two different sets I’m looking for: the first one is alternating short and long zigzag strands on straight horizontal wire.  The wire came in green and black, pretty sure the lights just came in white/clear, although that might just be the only color I kept.  The second set was more delicate-looking, smaller lights on thinner wire, the horizontal wire part is curved/concave on these.  Not sure if they came with any recolors.

***UPDATE 02.24.23*** The first set on the straight wire is by someone who labels their creations “tig,” which led me to poke around MTS a bit but to no avail.  The second set is by DOT from T$R and can be found in their section in the Booty as icelighting.zip, but I’ve included both sets in the same RAR here.  They are edited just like everything else I’ve reuploaded.

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At one point someone made a set of concrete walls and floor in two patterns - “streaky” and “mottled” - with...ten to twelve eight shades of grey each.  This one is frustrating bc I’ve been rather specific with Google and it feels like it knows exactly the thing I’m talking about but won’t show them to me on purpose.

***UPDATE 02.24.23*** Yarrr, it’s the last o’ me loot.  You might have noticed a recurring theme...Error 404: Creator Name Not Found.  Sorry about that, and if you know who made any of the mystery items listed, message me.

I found it all, and then some.  Many thanks to the wonderful community members who helped me put my game back together, I am forever grateful.  Thanks also to The Computer Store (yes, really) in Columbus, Ohio, for not just recovering my data but actually bringing the whole machine back to life.

[lunamidnight]

November 25th

Fanfiction/Original Fiction

First created: Sept 2022

Last updated: Nov 2022

General Premise: Transcription of Suprrbloopprr’s series before they left it, has been reuploaded by someone else, but I wanted to write it down and continue it. As you will see I only got so far, life got in the way.

Other notes: I will continue it, I just don’t know when

King Sun

Demon King Moon

Eclipse manifestation of same protective feelings

Skittles - advisor

BB - Attendant

Yin - Your name guard

Yang - yin’s cousin, mage and soon-to-be castle mage, can talk to the magic of places, including the castle.

Previously, His majesty was kidnapped in the form of King Moon, and yin went after them alone, finding the king but getting hurt in the process; this caused a protective surge of power to rip through the king and transform them into an eclipse. They killed all of the bandits, and Yin tried to calm them down to no avail. The sun rose just in time to change the eclipse back into the sun, carrying the severely injured yin back to the castle. After being bandaged up and gaining some rest, king sun and yin talk and agree to protect one another. Later the same night Yin talks with Moon and asks him what he’d like to be called, Thus moon was his answer. Yin continued to rest after that for the rest of the night.(this I meant to go away but its there as off my last edit.)

Your majesty, the king, I present to you the highest scorer of your competition; they excelled in…well, everything! I do hope they meet your standards, my king.

Not to be rude, but are you positive? This person you said one is…(short, small, tiny?)

Y-yes…We are aware, your majesty…

I..see.Well, champion, rise and tell me your name. I’d like to know the person I’m entrusting my life with.

My name is Yin, your Majesty. I am at your disposal. (direct eye contact is intense)

(surprise, possible blush)

(load whisper) ack!-Mx.Yin, please! Staring so intensely at his majesty is rude…

It’s quite alright. I wish to know more about you, Yin. As I said, I am entrusting you with my life. Join me in the dining hall. A servant will come for you when it is time.

Yes, sire. (possible surprise or excitement?)

-stunned- Perfect table manners - correct fork and knife-

Your majesty, Have I bothered you? You have not eaten at all…

(discovered a way to use my phone camera bixby to get text easier holy shit)

PARDON ME, I AM NOT USED TO

COMMONERS PRESENTING SUCH

HIGH MANNERS! DO YOU COME

FROM A NOBLE FAMILY?

I COME FROM A FAMILY OF

FARMERS, SIRE

TRULY? WHEREVER DID YOU

STUDY, THEN? YOU COULDN'T

HAVE POSSIBLY LEARNED ALL

YOU HAVE TO PERFECTION BY

TENDING CROPS AND LIVESTOCK.

MY FAMILY ALWAYS JUST SAID I

WAS A TALENTED OBSERVER. I

WATCHED EVERYTHING THAT WENT

ON IN THE VILLAGE. FANCY DINNERS,

DUELS, AND OTHER THINGS.

YOU ARE CLAIMING TO

BE SELF TAUGHT?!

I SUPPOSE I AM, SIRE.

IMPRESSIVE, TRULY, IMPRESSIVE!

I AM DELIGHTED TO HAVE SUCH

A CAPABLE PERSONAL GUARD.

THANK YOU, I AM HONORED BY

THE PRAISE, YOUR MAJESTY.

GOOD...I WAS HAVING

TROUBLE READING YOU.

YOUR FACE GIVES AWAY

NOTHING, I HAVE YET TO

SEE YOU SO MUCH AS

SMILE. YOU ARE QUITE..

DEADPAN…

MY APOLOGIES, SIRE.

DOES IT BOTHER YOU?

(Cue deflection)

MOVING ON, THERE IS A VERY

IMPORTANT RULE I GIVE EVERYONE WHO

ABIDES HERE IN THE CASTLE WITH ME.

IT CAN NEVER, EVER, BE BROKEN. OR

THERE WILL BE MAJOR CONSEQUENCES.

(Slight surprise)OF COURSE, SIRE, ANYTHING.

UNDER NO

CIRCUMSTANCES ARE

YOU TO EVER ENTER

MY QUARTERS AFTER

SUNSET.

(That aint lasting long)

-GUARDING OUTSIDE

SUN'S QUARTERS-

(Remembering what the king said but it's Fading)

Hmm…

CRASH!!

(Demon laughing gleefully)

Hmmmmm?(while a sword is pointed at his face.)

TELL ME WHERE THE KING IS.

IF I DON'T LIKE YOUR ANSWER,

SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR HEAD…

(Rest side of his head on the blade)

MMMM? NAUGHTY NAUGHTYYYY...

YOU BROKE THE KING'S MOST

IMPORTANT RULE...LITTLE GUARD.

IT WAS NECESSARY. NOW

ANSWER ME BEFORE MY

PATIENCE RUNS OUT, DEMON.

AH! NAME CALLING! YOU WOUND

ME, LITTLE GUARD...WE DEMONS

HAVE NAMES TOO, YOU KNOW.

(Light push of the blade as a warning) DEMON. NOW.

FINE.~

BUT YOU'RE NOT

GOING TO LIKE IT.

I AM THE KING.

(Removes blade,king speaks)

OH? THAT WAS AWFULLY FAST.

DO YOU PUT SUCH BLIND FAITH

IN EVERYONE? I'M RETHINKING

HAVING YOU AS OUR BODYGUARD.

EXPLAIN YOURSELF

TO ME...THEN ...I WILL DECIDE WHAT'S TO BE DONE WITH YOU...

AS YOU WISH.~

I AM A CURSE, THE EMBODIMENT OF YOUR BELOVED KING'S SELFISH DESIRES. WHILE HE'S RID OF ME DURING THE DAY, AT NIGHT I TAKE

CONTROL OF OUR SHARED BODY. HE WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO TRUST A FOREST WITCH, SHE SAID SHE COULD HELP HIM BECOME A BETTER KING, IN REALITY SHE MERELY PLACED A BURDEN ON HIM

IN THE FORM OF A DEMON; ME. WHILE IT'S TRUE HE IS NOW INCAPABLE OF FEELING SELFISHNESS, IT ONLY BUILDS UP AND MAKES ME MORE POWERFUL.~

AND THE KING'S SELFISH

DESIRES ARE SO EVIL THEY

TAKE THE SHAPE OF A DEMON?

HEHEHE...MATTER OF OPINION.

EVERYONE HARBORS SELFISH

DESIRES, AND THOSE DESIRES

OFTEN FALL UNDER THE LABELS

OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS...

GREED, LUST, PRIDE, SLOTH,

ENVY, WRATH, AND GLUTTONY.~

I SEE...THANK YOU, YOU HAVE

POSSIBLY GIVEN ME VERY

IMPORTANT INFORMATION...

HOWEVER…

hmm?

SHOULD YOUR TALE BE A

FARCE...AND THERE IS NO SIGN

OF THE KING AT SUNRISE...THIS

WILL BE YOUR LAST NIGHT ON

THIS EARTH…

(Silence….)

AAAHAHAHA...THERE IT IS. THAT DIRECT STARE THE NOBLE KING SUN COULDN'T GET OFF HIS MIND ALL DAY. IT SURPRISED HIM HOW YOUR CHALLENGING GAZE MADE HIM FEEL.~

THE KING'S PERSONAL THOUGHTS ARE OF NO INTEREST TO ME, DEMON. I WOULD THINK YOU'D WANT TO KEEP THAT TO YOURSELF, CONSIDERING YOUR STATE.

HMM? WHAT ARE YOU

IMPLYING, LITTLE GUARD?

ACCORDING TO YOU, YOU

ARE ONE IN THE SAME...DOES THAT NOT IMPLY THOSE ARE ALSO YOUR THOUGHTS?(le gasp and blush)

(Now sweat)HAH! AND WHAT BROUGHT YOU TO THAT-

COMPLETELY FALSE!-CONCLUSION?

…Observation.

(Taken aback almost cant say anything.)

YOU SHOULD WATCH YOUR OWN TONGUE, LITTLE GUARD! I AM THE KING, YOUR MOCKERY WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES...

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? THERE

ARE ALREADY CONSEQUENCES

FOR ME TO FACE AT SUNRISE. AS

YOU SAID, I BROKE THE KING'S

SPECIAL RULE. I AM WILLING AND

PREPARED TO FACE THEM AS

NECESSARY.

WELL THERE'S-! UH-!...WHAT A SLY LITTLE FOXY YOU ARE...I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOUR WIT…

I SHALL SEE THAT STATEMENT

AS A COMPLIMENT, FOR YOUR

SAKE.

ALRIGHT, LITTLE FOX, YOU'VE CAUGHT MY ATTENTION... MORE ...NOW I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MAKES YOU TICK....

ELABORATE, THEN I'LL DECIDE

IF YOU DESERVE AN ANSWER.

YOU'RE SO MYSTERIOUS.~

I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU GOT TO BE SO GOOD WITH A POKER-FACE, FOXY.

IF YOU'RE HOPING FOR A TRAGIC

BACKSTORY I'M AFRAID YOU'LL BE

DISAPPOINTED, YOUR MAJESTY. I

HAD A PERFECTLY NORMAL AND

HEALTHY CHILDHOOD, MY FAMILY ARE ALL ALIVE, AND NEVER SUFFERED OR WENT TO BED HUNGRY. I WAS SIMPLY BORN THIS WAY, DOCTORS CALLED IT APATHETIC I BELIEVE.

(Stunned)(mutters) the plot,it thickens…

(Big curious cat demon moon.)

The next morning

YOUR FIRST NIGHT HERE AND

YOU HAVE ALREADY BROKEN

MY MOST IMPORTANT RULE.

NOW NOT ONLY MUST I WORRY OVER YOU KNOWING MY SECRET. I ALSO HAVE TO THINK OF A PROPER

PUNISHMENT FOR YOU.

(Bowing)

I APOLOGIZE, I HEARD A

CRASH FROM YOUR QUARTERS

AND WAS CONCERNED FOR

YOUR SAFETY. I AM PREPARED

FOR WHATEVER PUNISHMENT

YOU SEE FIT, YOUR MAJESTY.

(All ideas go poof and slightly flustered)

SINCE YOU ARE GENUINE...I SHALL NOT PUNISH YOU TOO HARSHLY. YOU STAYED UP ALL NIGHT, SO YOU SHALL STAY UP ALL DAY AS PUNISHMENT… AND...YOU SHALL NOT LEAVE MY SIDE FOR AN INSTANT! I-I MUST KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON YOU FOR A WHILE.

…yes…your majesty.

(Some time later not specified if the same day will figure it out)(king doing paperwork for the kingdom)

Your majesty?YOU'VE BEEN WORKING

FOR HOURS. I ADVISE YOU REST YOUR EYES, AND EAT.

CAREFUL, YOU'LL PUT MY PERSONAL ADVISOR, SKITTLES, OUT OF WORK.

IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE ONE'S WORK SUFFERS WHEN THE WORKER DOES NOT CARE FOR THEMSELVES, SIRE.

I SUPPOSE SO! I CARE DEEPLY FOR

THE SUBJECTS OF MY KINGDOM, I

GET A BIT LOST IN MY WORK WHEN

IT COMES TO THEM…

YOU'RE A KIND RULER, SIRE. I

BELIEVE YOUR PEOPLE VALUE

YOUR HEALTH AS WELL.

(Blushes)

-Weeks later-

SMACK!(TRAINING DUEL)

CAN-CAN YOU NOT GO A BIT EASIER

ON ME? THIS IS ONLY TRAINING, YIN…

A REAL OPPONENT WOULD NOT GO

EASY ON YOU, SIRE. IF SOMETHING

SHOULD HAPPEN TO ME YOU MUST

BE ABLE TO DEFEND YOURSELF.

IT COULD BE SOMEONE YOU

KNOW, SOMEONE YOU LIKE, A

MOMENT'S DISTRACTION AND-

(King blushes at the closeness)(oh no they hot part 1)

You've lost.

(King falls in defeat)

BWAH!

-LATER-

SIGH~

(TIRED KING THINKS BACK TO HOW CLOSE THEY WERE AND BLUSHES IN RESPONSE.)

(Kings thoughts begin)

THAT'S ENOUGH YOU SILLY FOOL! THEY WERE ONLY PROVING A POINT...THEY COULD TELL YOU WERE DISTRACTED.(keep telling yourself that)

LET'S SEE THEM ALL SWEATY

AND DIRTY, THAT SHOULD HELP

THIS CHILDISH INTEREST!

(Looks over at Yin)

(Darn... I've ripped my fav shirt face)

(Sweaty but beautiful and sparkly)

THAT WAS AN AWFUL IDEA-!

(In tense blushing oh no they hot part 2 electric boogaloo.)

(Kings thoughts end)

-elsewhere in the castle-

(Attendent BB is cleaning)

(Advisor skittles tapps bb on the shoulder)

Pardon-

GOODNESS! YOU

STARTLED ME,

SKITTLES.

APOLOGIES, I

JUST NEEDED

TO ASK YOU

ABOUT THE-

(A loud bump spooks skittles making his tail floofy and squishing him against bb against the wall causing an intense blush from bb)

(Skittles looks down apologetically as whoever cause the bump apologizes off screen.)

-later that night with yin and the king in demon form-

NOT TO BE RUDE, YOUR MAJESTY…

(Moon is sitting on top of yin like a cat. Hsi tail is twitching and he looks angy. Not angry angy. Aka flustered lol)

BUT WOULD YOU MIND GETTING OFF? I'M ATTEMPTING TO SLEEP.

(Yin is otherwis enot effected by the close proximity)

YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN

CLEARLY TEASE US LIKE THAT

AND FACE NO CONSEQUENCES?!

(Oh yeah so flustered lol)

BY THE WAY, YOU REALLY SHOULD

NOT WEAR CLOTHES THAT EXPOSE

YOUR CHEST LIKE THAT. IT'D BE

TOO EASY TO PIERCE YOUR HEART.

(Deflected! But also still teaching)

MY CLOTHING HAS

NOTHING TO DO WITH

THIS CONVERSATION-!

(You sure? Honestly thpught youd take the oppurtunety to ask why they looking. Oh wait it's Not modern times. Why thy looking… lol)

YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING…

(Yin leans up to moon while his tail is still twitching in aggitation)

REFRAIN FROM ACTING OUT

THOSE SELFISH DESIRES ON

ME, IF YOU DON'T MIND, SIRE.

(Moon gasp and surprise.)

I WASN'T!...BUT MUST YOU USE

THIS CHILDISH, TEMPORARY

INFATUATION AGAINST US?

(Still blush and very much in denial)

I AM ONLY TRYING TO

PREPARE YOU, SIRE.

HOW??

(He is confusion)

(Yin tilts their head)

WHAT IF SOMEDAY I TRULY

WAS YOUR OPPONENT...?

DO YOU SEE HOW EASY I CAN

MAKE YOU DROP YOUR GUARD?

(Moons eyes dilate and his tail sits straight up in surprise)

AND THEN... YOUR

LIFE WOULD END

HERE, MY KING.

(Yin now has a knife up to moons neck which moon looks at with a nervous bead of sweat.)

DO YOU

UNDERSTAND

NOW?

(Moon looks to the side with a thoughtful frown then looks up at yin)

Yes…

GOOD, YOU'LL NEED THESE

SKILLS, CONSIDERING THE

TIME FOR YOU TO CHOOSE

A PARTNER IS CLOSE NOW.

(Mentioning this causes moon to sweat more)

THAT TROUBLESOME EVENT

HAPPENS EVERY YEAR, IT'S

ONLY FOR SHOW. YOU KNOW WE

CANNOT ACCEPT A PARTNER

IN OUR CURRENT STATE.

(Fair but you stillcan it just would be alot of adjusting.)

AND IF YOU SHOULD

MEET SOMEONE YOU'RE

INTERESTED IN THIS

TIME?

(Moon grumble slowly in response looking down and away from yin.)

NOW THAT WE'VE

CLEARED THAT UP,

MAY I FINALLY GET

SLEEP, SIRE?

(Need that beauty sleep bae)

(Moon just grumbles more as he still looks away and thinks)

-next day-

((I think))

(Sun is resting in bed with a frown as he thinks.)

(He thinks back to how close yin was to him during training or thw knife thing woth moon. It's Hard to tell. But he many focuses on how close their lips were to his own.)

(He blushes at the thought and covers his face with his hands)

(Then his mind goes to when he saw yin all sweaty but handsome after training)

(This deepens the blush as he moves his hands down his face in exasperation.)

------

( in a dream - 

OH MY! ISN'T THERE ANY

HERO WHO CAN SWEEP

ME OFF MY FEET AND

GIVE ME A HAPPY LIFE?

(In comes yin alot more muscled than he normally is)

I'LL SAVE YOU,

LET'S GET MARRIED.

(Cue king sun with heart eyes like a damn teenager)

(They go in for a sloppy kiss but it's Stops)

-dream end)

(Day dream actually and sun is blushingas his mind wonders without a care in the world.)

-----

[wildcxrds]

true intentions

(Note: the italicized text is not spoken in English, but in their native tongue, A’irth.)

The late afternoon was gray and muggy, with the skies cloudy and a small drizzle falling over the land. This area was far from any of the remaining kingdoms and cities, closest actually to a long abandoned village in the heart of a desolate field. In a corner of the large, barren field, under leafless, gnarled trees, there was a small tent was pitched up - larger on the inside than it seemed on the outside. Outside, it was incredibly unassuming and honestly seemed abandoned. Inside, it had the essentials - on thin wooden floors, there were two beds tucked in a small room across from the entrance, a couple tables at the forefront, a small kitchenette propped against the canvas walls to the left, and a few large wicker bins filled with supplies on the right.

Sat at one of the tables was Kori, focused as he was carefully disinfecting a particularly nasty wound on Kairo’s shoulder. It wasn’t bleeding, thankfully, but the wound spread from her shoulder nearly to her collarbone and had begun to turn a nasty, bruised purple. Kori gauged from the wound that she had left it for a day or so to see if it would get better on its own before summoning him. One of many injuries she retained living in the desolate lands, encountering various others who challenged her strength.. and her temper.

They had a brief lapse in conversation, having been making some catch up small talk since the last time they’d seen each other was a few months ago.

“So what’s the prognosis?” Kairo asked.

“It’ll take some time - with the way your body rapid heals, likely two weeks at the most.” Kori replied, spraying a thin layer of the antibiotic, earning a displeased hiss from Kai. “Sorry,” He added, genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine. I can wait the two weeks.” Kairo sighed slowly, and Kori watched the skin around the festering wound cautiously for any reaction. It would take the wound itself time to close, but she was adapting quickly with the antibiotic and recovering from the infection rapidly, as he watched edges of the purple tinge already begin to fade. He redirected his attention back to Kairo, recalling the last time they’d seen each other, she had a small group of other thieves with her.

“So what happened to the company you kept?” He asked, suspecting he knew what the answer was.

“Killed them.” Kairo replied, shrugging her good shoulder. Not a response he was surprised by, honestly.

“What is it they’d done?” Satisfied that he’d applied enough of the antibiotic, he moved on to carefully applying medicated gauze to the wound and wrapping it up.

“Tried to steal from me. They slipped something in my drink to make me sleep and attempted to rob my gold. Their little greedy hands didn’t account for my tolerance and how quickly I can get up and fight, even inebriated.” She said matter-of-factly, picking at a spot on her sleeveless tunic, haphazardly cropped to account for the heat and humidity (and her personal comfort). “Happened last month.” She vaguely gestured to the wound on her shoulder, and the now mostly healed claw marks down her arm.

“You never seem to do well traveling with others.” Kori commented lightly. “The only time you have was when you were part of that brothel.”

“It would go better if they didn’t tunnel vision consistently on stealing from me. They should know better than to test my patience. It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m no longer interested in groups. I have other things in mind once I’ve recovered.”

“Oh?” Kori’s brows rose. In the time he’s known Kai, her goals have been primarily short-term. The longest goal she’d ever had was… well, keeping out of the Hunters’ radar.

“It’s something I’ve asked of you.” She said flatly, looking at him with her mouth tightening and her gaze hardening slightly.

Kori’s breath caught nervously. They were revisiting a subject they’d circled around many times in the past. He frowned deeply. “Kairo, I—”

“I know,” She interrupted, “you don’t approve and whatnot, but I’m sorry to tell you that I don’t really care. I want to find the human realm.”

Kori frowned. He knew better now than to try and convince her otherwise - she had made her mind up and if Kairo was anything, she was incredibly stubborn. “And do what? You risk exposing yourself to the Hunters - it seems counterintuitive to what you’ve been doing so far.” He tightened his jaw, as a wave of realization swept over him. “That’s why you’ve been in so many different groups.”

“So smart.” Kairo sighed, leaning away from him in her seat. “Sometimes the best sanctuary is right under their nose. Nobody but you knows this portal exists, and they don’t know who you are or if you’ve found the portal. You’ve had no tracking, so how would they find me there?” She half-turned back to face him. “I’m not looking to run for much longer, Kori. I’m going to find who’s running this operation, and I’ll kill them myself.”

“Revenge.” Kori frowned.

“Justice.” Kai corrected through gritted teeth, a dangerous flare in her eye.

“That’s a suicide mission, Kairo—“

“No more of that.” Kai interrupted again. “It’s going to happen whether you’re by my side or not. I appreciate and respect our friendship, but if this will be something I do alone, then so be it.” Her tone grew sharp and Kori sighed. She held her gaze at him, peeling away at the already fragile layers of counter arguments to find and force him to relent.

“…Very well. I will give you a general direction, but that is all. Do you have a plan of disguise?”

“I’ll figure it out as I go along.” Kairo nodded, satisfied that she’d worn him down. “I want to sleep soon, so that you can get your rest. You look like shit.”

A small interruption of a tense discussion, Kori suspected. Kairo was hard headed, brash, and usually not very emotional, if at all (outside of her temper), but he suspected she likely felt… at least a touch guilty for putting him on edge. “We’ll be finished soon.”

He completed cleaning up the worst of her worse wounds and bandaging them properly, and within the hour, she had gone to sleep.

Only a few hours passed before it was Kori’s turn. He knew Kairo was capable of resting up in a handful of hours, but despite his protests and insistence that she could sleep a little longer, he was forced to bed while she took watch at the entrance of the tent. And despite the World Eater clawing at the edges of his mind as he attempted to meditate to relax, he felt himself drift off eventually.

-

There was warmth in the darkness. Something pressed gently to his chest. Hi, it said, but not in A’irth. He mentally switched to match its language, realizing it was speaking in Feli’airth.

Who are you?

It didn’t respond, instead the warmth spreading and a light bloomed before him, revealing the sight of a small form curled under a blanket, and a figure made of solid green overlooking the form with a sort of protective aura. The room looked vaguely like a human living room. This figure in green whispered, This is going to be the start of a new story. The voice was deeply familiar, reaching for the threads of Protector woven tightly around his soul. His heart clenched anxiously. Was this the Guardian speaking to him?

Look down, they said. He saw a dormant thread of gold leading down to the form. Impossible. Was this-?

Hi.., the voice said again, tentatively. Now the form was standing before him, holding both his hands and pressing them to his chest. He gripped the front of his tunic.

I know you, he said to them. They giggled.

Guide me home, they requested shyly. This was a vision; he hadn’t had one since his first reunion with Kairo. Please.

He nodded firmly, and he felt the warmth begin to fade. I’ll see you soon! They giggled again, this time in relief, the warmth pulling away from his grasp, like a candle burning out, the embers dissipating to nothingness.

S̷̡̪̦̝͔̄́͂̚͝͝o̸̡̨̥̘̖̚m̸̝̥̫͓͊͛̀ę̸̛͓̬̆̒́̾t̸̢̺͐͐̕ḧ̶͍̯̩́͠i̴̛͙͊̍̈ͅn̵͖͐ǵ̸̱͖̠̪͋͊̚ ̸̨̼̱̰͇̝̈͂ņ̶̨̛̻̼͉͚͒̽̍̋͊e̷̛̝̼̟̦̩̼̊̔̔̕w̴̨͈̝̯̆̊̄̒̃?̸̣͓̠͓̿̽̑̅

Kori jolted awake, inhaling sharply. Painful buzzing vibrated under his skin from where the seals were. Even barely awake, he grit his teeth against the zaps, feeling the magic work through to keep his darker half at bay.

He stared at the canvas ceiling above, the edges of his sleep creeping away from him, consolidating in his mind that this trip of Kairo’s into the human realm, as dangerous as it was, could potentially prove to be the start of the right path. If potentially he could slowly convince Kairo out of seeking the Hunters…

This vision told him all he needed to know - they were going to meet a new Protector. This was good. A very very very good sign. Kori would take any optimism he could get.

[kihaku-gato]

Tell me all of your oc's favorite plants or I'm shooting a hostage

Okay, that’s a good but hefty one, cause I do have flowers I attach to my OCs as their “symbolic flower” (idr why I started doing that but I’m pretty sure it was a story or anime that set me on that trend) however that is not the same as what their favourite flower/plant may be. I’m not sure I’ll have enough kinds of Hoepian plant/flower for this (yes I know I could go for irl plants/flowers but we’re gonna keep with the canon anyways to make things interesting) so let’s go (with IMAGES LINKED where able to give visual aids to names- rather than crop/paste those images onto here cause that'd would be a terrifying ton of images to work through) WALL OF TEXT BEGIN-

Terra is a woman of utility like her mother Laurel, so it would not surprise me if she were to have a similar preference for a plant that has a lot of use in her field of work in Mana Tech. Soul Daisies would not be a stretch since she’d probably use them often as the Base for a lot of magic crafts, but I don’t think they’d be her favourite of all time plant. Kabakin Pumpkins would not be an impossible choice either, since she grows quite fascinated by the range of their magical properties they are capable of when she learns of them. Hoepian Tiger Lily I think she likes most, some of it is cause she’d use it a lot to help fuel her fire magic reserves that she uses in combat, but I also think she likes how they look being orange/red reminiscent of the colour of her scales and clothes. If not using them for work or being busy with work, I could imagine her stroking their petals and feeling the bumps of the spots and stripes that mark said petals.

Kayla despite Soul Daisies being her floral symbol she probably would not really like Soul Daisies tbh. Like she’d find them pretty, but the problem would be if she were the interact with them. The fact they are so sensitive to outside magical sources that they would likely distort into a shadowy/crackling mess with her presence would just unsettle her a ton. It’d be the closest thing to a mirror of how unstable her magic is (at least in the earlier point of The Story). I think her favourite plant would have to be a flower/plant that’s pretty and/or cute. So going by current roster of created plants I guess either the tiny little Icedrop, or the Kissumeria tree (being they are so beautiful and the romantic associations attached to them).

Demauria (ah shit only good pic of her is a chibi one) is tricky, cause her symbolic flower (At least I think I chose it as such, it’s been a long time) used to be the Gator Jaws, but even as a symbol it doesn't really feel quite right for Dema, much less being one she even likes, though I think she’d still find them kind of cool being a light-up carnivorous plant. My brain could argue on this, would her favourite be a type of flower/plant she remembers from her childhood or it be something more to her stylistic preferences? If the latter then I would imagine she'd be into something hardcore or badass, like with thorns or venom/poison, like something out of a Gothic Garden, which really narrows down the choices of what Hoepian plant would be her fav as I do not have anything in the roster for thorny or poisonous plants yet save for one, the Demon Rose, which would be a bit too horrifying even for her due to how disturbing they can be to someone unfamiliar with them. I’ll need to expand more on those kind of plant I suppose. If it was a plant that she recalls from her childhood though, it’d be either the Snowcandle or the Glasstree (basically a tree often grown as a living Greenhouse), since both were keystone species to any form of Life she'd get to see outside the caves of the cold icy south, a window of warmth and beauty.

For Riivar either the Kissumeria tree or the Memberance Tree (her symbolic flower). Kissumeria trees can be an aphrodisiac just as much as they can be a romantic symbol, she likely would love the idea of having something to add on top to a fun time. Memberance Tree would be because it has similar associations to Earth’s Forget-me-nots; for remembering a past love, which in Riivar’s case would be her first love/crush. I’ve even drawn her with a tattoo that has Memberance Tree flowers on it so it would not be a stretch if it was her favourite.

Harriet I would try to think of something more creative rather than defaulting to her symbolic flower, but even then I still think her favourite would be the Raftflower (which I’ve called the Water Sunflower before, I’m just trying another name for it. It’s like a blend of Kelp and Sunflower, where the Flowerhead floats on the ocean surface. I am surprised I haven't posted any pictures of it yet but I think it was cause I was unsatisfied with my illustration). She likes the rich underwater forests they make, and their huge floating flower/seedheads are a bonus. She probably remembers sitting on top of a floating seedhead and popping the seeds into her mouth as a snack when she was little.

Anne- If just going by her experiences I’d say either her symbolic flower the Volcanic Protea (as it says on the tin; a Protea that grows along active volcanic areas) cause it’d be a flower that thrive in the volcanic village she was born in or the Sand Pawpaw (xeric adapted pawpaw) cause it was a rich tasting fruit she got to enjoy in her travels across the Heins Desert as a tween. Could imagine she’d know some really tasty recipes for the fruit. I really need to expand on my arid/volcanic flora for Hoep tbh.

Lily- Should I even account for Lily considering how little I’ve ended up fleshing her out as an OC? Screw it we’re doing it anyways; First that comes to mind would be the Bananachoke. Cause its tasty sure but also cause of its associations as one of the oldest documented domestic plant on Hoep, it would tickle her archeological/historical obsessed brain.

Laurel- due to the magical versatility Soul Daisies those would be her favourite, it’s not even a contest. She grows fields of the stuff.

Abbey- I’ll be honest I had to talk to a friend on her to try to grasp what I’m even going for her personality/vibe to help me try to get an inkling of what kind of plants/flowers she’d like. She is another character that reminds me that I need more kinds of plants on Hoep. CLOSE ENOUGH choices would be either the Chocolate Arum (which would be an amusing irony since she is pretty health-conscious with her food so it’d be funny for her to enjoy the one plant with chocolate-tasting necatar) or the Spiral Rily- which I apparently do NOT have any images of online, and not even found in my image folders??? A Crime! Here you go- Spiral Rilies straight from the dusty Hoepian Botany word doc-

Beneri it’d be Gator Jaws I think. She probably has a love/hate relationship with them cause on the one hand a plant that can help light the way in the dark but on the other hand CAN THEY PLEASE NOT MAKE THAT GROWLING NOISE THAT’S SCARY QAQ

Venelle’s is likely the Demon Rose, specifically her own Demon Rose. She hated it when she first got it but it’s (no pun intended) grown on her a bit since, and the fact it’s adapted to her mercenary lifestyle has only helped on that grown bond. Is that a cop out answer? Probably but let’s be real Venelle probably does not otherwise really think too hard about plants outside of nourishment in her travels and therefor a means to an end.

Sango (sorry, our beefcake doesn't have her art up yet!)… that’s hard as I feel like I need more coastal/islandic/oceanic flora to even be able to give her a selection. Coral is not a plant, doesn’t count. Well if we were to find a plant she’d like, it’d likely be something strong and sturdy if not endurant to the strength of the ocean waves. Maybe some kind of mangrove or something. I don’t think the mangroves that’d make a floating city would be one of them though.

Saka- yes we’re including the big vague antagonist that no one even directly encounters or hears about. Roses. No not the Demon Rose (though she is the reason those exists). Earth Roses. She probably remembers them from when she was back on earth so long ago before she settled on Hoep with the other humans. Shame they don’t exist on Hoep, Demon Roses are as close as it gets, and being Demon Roses don’t seem to like her, that’s just salt on an open wound.

Gertrude- despite being a plant herself (a chimera of three plants in a robotic shell) and it’d be funny to say her favourite plant is herself as a Grand Example of Self Love, I feel like her fav would be a plant other than herself that would awestrike her. Perhaps a gigantic clonal array of trees that spread out their branches into the vacuum of space. I am not as confident with the sci fi space flora than I am with the Seed World fantasy flora of Hoep, so can't really give a name for such a plant or much else yet. I am a long way from making spec-space flora.

A lot of other OCs aren’t from a setting where there are fictional plants, or they are gijinkas of plants themselves, so I can’t really account for them here, but that still covers a big net of OCs.

[soobinscutedimples]

One night only

best friend!xiaojun x best friend!fem

genre:smut

A/N: hello !! this one was kinda short buttt😭

song: earned it -the weeknd

your phone buzzed while you were watching a tv show you really liked, you checked your phone and it was from xiaojun. you sprung up from your bed and started smiling.

xiaojun is your best friend since kindergarten, you’ve had a crush on him in fith grade and it never went away, just the way he smiles, talks, looks, touches, just makes your stomach have butterflies.

xiaojun !!

4:23pm

hey y/n my parents aren’t gonna be home for the night so wanna come over ?

lol sure, what time do you want me to come?

it doesn’t matter, just come whenever (plus clothes)

alright i’ll be there in a little bit, expect me

you smiled while texting him, he just makes you have this feeling that you don’t feel with other people. you got your tote bag and put some of your clothes in there, you put on some low waisted jeans along with a skull crop top and some black doc martens, you put on your jacket that xiaojun gave you and you grab your keys while putting your hair in a messy bun. you say bye to your mom and dad and get in the car to drive to xiaojuns house. after 10 minutes you got to his house and parked in the driveway. you went up to his door and knocked on it. your heart was beating super fast and the door suddenly opened. it was xiaojun. he made a welcoming smile and hugged you, he let go and put his hand on your waist to pull you closer to him.

“woww your guys house is huge” you said, he smiled and hugged you tighter, it’s been a couple years since you guys last saw eachother because of his schedule, he got back home the other day but now his parents are going out. you guys went upstairs to his room and he locked the door, he grabbed something and hid it behind his back, he sat on his bed and you took your shoes off so you could sit on his bed too, he started smiling a lot.

“let me see xiaojun” you grabbed his arm trying to see what it is but he was too strong, he put his hand over your eyes and took out something, when you opened your eyes you saw that he had gotten you roses, you slapped your mouth with your hand and hugged him tight, he grabbed the collar of your shirt and smashed his lips onto yours, he pulled back and licked his lips

“can i do it again?” he asked.

“keep doing it xiaojun please.” you said, he took you in for another kiss and he gets on top of you, he lifts the bottom of your shirt a little bit but then stops.

“can i?” you nod your head and he takes off your shirt and starts playing with your boobs while kissing you, he takes off your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties.

“i’ve been waiting forever to do this.” he says and laughs, your heart is beating fast and you let out small moans, he removes your panties slowly and he rubs your pussy more.

“fuck..your already so wet.”

he unzips his pants and takes them off, now your left with your bra and he’s left with his shirt and boxers. he takes off his shirt and throws it to the side while smirking, he takes off your bra and his boxers.

“turn over.” he demands and you turn over for him, he slowly inserts his dick into you and thrusts in and out slowly so you get used to it, you had tears in your eyes because of how big it was and the pain but once you got used to it you started to deal with the pain, he gripped your hair and started to go faster, once he started going faster you felt like you were close, your on birth control so it doesn’t matter if xiaojun cums inside you anyways.

“fuck i feel like i’m close” he says breathing hardly.

“keep going.” he grabs your waist tighter and slams into you more, you release more loud moans so that everyone knows that the xiao dejun is fucking the shit out of you.

“you like that huh?”

“i do like that.” you say, while releasing at the same time, he releases inside of you and he pulls out of your pussy while putting his fingers inside of your pussy, he brings his fingers out and grips your hair with the other hand and he puts his fingers with your cum on them inside your mouth.

“taste yourself.” he takes his fingers out leaving a string of my salvia and he puts his fingers in his mouth.

“you taste so good baby.” he turns you around and spreads your legs, he holds your legs and spits on your pussy, he puts his mouth on your pussy slowly and thrusts his tongue in and out of your mouth, you let out loud moans and suddenly your phone starts buzzing repeatedly. xiaojun stops to see who it is and it’s your best friend. jaehyun. jaehyun is the boy that used to have such a huge crush on you but you rejected him. xiaojun passes the phone to you and smirks.

“answer it.” you swipe the button and answer the phone, xiaojun takes the phone and puts it on speaker and gives it back to you, he continues to lick your pussy and thirst his tongue in and out, you try to hold in your moan but you let out a small moan.

j:hey y/n!

y/n:h-hey jaeh-hyun

j:are you okay? are you hurt?

y/n:i-im okay j-jaehyun

you let out another small moan and you push xiaojuns head further,

y/n:fuck!

j:uh i’ll call you later to see if your okay, bye

jaehyun ended the call and xiaojun didn’t stop, suddenly you released for the second time inside his mouth, he lifted his head up and he was covered with your juices, he leaned down to give you a kiss, he gave you a small kiss in your lips and smiled. sigh. back to the innocent xiaojun. xiaojun gets off of you and goes to the shower to wash himself off. once he got out he gave you another kiss and you went off to shower, you washed yourself up, you put on your clothes and when you got out the bathroom you saw xiaojun laying on the bed on his phone, he sees you and puts his phone away, you sit on the bed and he cuddles you.

“you know i cant stay here for the night right?”

“oh..why not?”

“i have to go home soon, my parents are overprotective”

“i’ll miss you”

“maybe i’ll stay here for only one night” he smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead and closed his eyes.

“goodnight cutie” you said and closed your eyes.

the next morning.

it’s 10 in the morning and xiaojuns still asleep, you have to sneak out from his hold and get your stuffy to get out, you get your tote bag and put on your shoes, you give him one last kiss on the forehead and run downstairs, you open the door quietly and close it slowly. you go to your car and drive back home, luckily your parents go to work at 5am and it’s 10am, you get back to your house and unlock your door to see your parents standing right in front of the door.

“uh-“

hello!! this was kinda short but very very tiring, i decided to make a xiaojun smut since he finally got back home as you could see on his insta post, i’m just happy he’s back home and enjoying his time there :((

[theladyofdeath]

Elain’s Pie {Part 3//Conclusion}

Part 1: Elain’s pov 

Part 2: Azriel’s pov 

NSFW. 18+. 

Shout out to Shelby for writing this with me!

Azriel stood outside of Elain’s apartment.

He had been standing there for five minutes, at least, unsure of what to do.

Well, he knew what to do.

Knock.

He should knock.

And, usually, knocking would not be a difficult task, but it was the first time he was seeing Elain since…

The incident. 

She had invited him to come over for dinner. Coincidentally, pie was for dessert. 

Azriel closed his eyes and took a deep breath before knocking on her front door, three times, avoiding the giant floral wreath that hung in the top center.

“Coming!” she heard him call.

His entire body flooded with nerves. As her footsteps approached along the wooden floorboards, Azriel felt like he was going to puke.

He should turn around.

He should go home.

He couldn’t stop imagining her breasts.

Damn it, Azriel, you’re a grown ass man, not some horny teenager with only his hand to-.

Elain opened the door, looking absolutely stunning in a lavender sundress. 

“Hey!” she beamed. “Come in, dinner’s almost ready.”

He nodded, and smiled, and walked inside, running a nervous hand through his cropped hair. “Smells good.”

“Yeah?” Elain asked. “Just a simple dinner of roasted chicken and carrots. Nothing fancy.”

Azriel nodded, and realized just how long it had been since he’d been in her apartment. Her pink roses must’ve died. In the middle of her kitchen table, lilies took their place. 

Elain chuckled as she swept past him, back into the kitchen. “Take off your shoes, get comfortable. You act like you’re a stranger.”

Azriel cleared his throat and quickly slipped off his Vans. “Sorry, I- I didn’t sleep well last night.”

It wasn’t a lie.

Knowing he was going to Elain’s, he didn’t sleep worth shit. 

“How come?” she asked, opening the oven to remove the pan within. 

Azriel hesitated. “Not sure,” he lied. “Air conditioning went out. I think I was just hot.”

Elain hummed as she put the hot dishes on top of the stove. The table was already set to perfection, in true Elain fashion, just for the two of them. “There’s a bottle of wine chilling in the freezer. Mind taking it out?”

Azriel nodded and did as she asked. After taking out the bottle of moscato, he found the corkscrew and popped it open. After filling the two glasses on the table, he set it to the side. 

“Can I help with anything else?” he asked.

Elain shook her head as she carried a dish of roasted chicken surrounded by vegetables to the table. “Sit. Make yourself comfortable.”

He did as she asked.

Once he was seated at the table, he continued to watch her. 

“You’re acting strange,” she said, bustling about the kitchen, adding the finishing touches to their meal.

No, not at all, I’m just wondering if you’re wearing that same scrap of lace under your dress tonight. I just keep thinking about it.

“Just tired, is all,” he lied, but then he slipped in a kernel of truth. “A lot on my mind.”

“Well that’s what dinners with your best friend are for,” she replied, rounding the corner and taking the seat across from him. A soft smile that was so quintessentially Elain bloomed in her lips. “So you can relax and get whatever’s on your mind off of it.”

Looking at those lips, he knew there was no chance in hell he’d be able to get the image of her wearing nearly nothing out of his mind. Or the images his mind had come up with, based on pure creativity of his own.

Luckily for him, she hadn’t left much to the imagination. 

“Help yourself, please,” she said, motioning to the plate between them. She took her glass of wine and sipped from the rim. Azriel tracked the movement. 

When it was clear he wasn’t moving, Elain set down her glass. “This is awkward, isn’t it?”

“What?” Azriel asked. “No. No, it’s not-.”

“I was afraid this would be awkward, and it’s so awkward,” she said, her cheeks turning pink.

Azriel laughed, quietly. “Elain, it’s not awkward.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?” she asked, meeting his eyes. 

Azriel hesitated. “I’m not acting weird.”

“I know you better than anyone,” Elain said, pointedly. “You’re acting weird.” 

Azriel looked down at his empty plate, then back up at her. “Maybe we should talk about it.”

They hadn’t talked about it since that first night, since the night Azriel opened his phone to see a sight he never thought he’d have the honor of seeing, and then it was just him joking around to make her feel comfortable and less embarrassed.

Elain nodded, slowly. “Okay. We can talk about it.”

He had suggested they talk about it, yet he had no idea where to start. What exactly to say. He went with the question that had been eating him alive since she explained it wasn’t the picture she meant to send him.

It didn’t explain why the picture existed.

“Why did you even have that picture?” He asked, trying to keep his tone light. He even took a sip of the sweet wine to appear like he wasn’t about to tear out of his skin. “Was it for…someone else?”

They told each other everything. As far as he was aware, she hasn’t been seeing anyone else. Her breakup with Greyson four months ago had been catastrophic enough that she had decided she wanted to be single for a while. Granted, it had been a while, at this point, but he hadn’t heard her talk about a potential beau during any of their dinners, texts or phone calls.

“No!” She blushed, covering her own face. “No, of course not. I never take pictures like that.”

He refrained from telling her that he had seen proof that was a lie, at least once, but let her go on. “I just… I thought I looked good while I was getting dressed that morning. I was…feeling myself.”

Azriel bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Feeling yourself, huh?”

“Yes, feeling myself,” she repeated, and Azriel noted her cheeks had turned a darker shade of pink. “I’d never even taken a picture like that...and I wanted to know what I’d look like on camera.” She shook her head and breathed a laugh. “It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Azriel said, a little too quickly. Elain raised a brow, and he cleared his throat. “The picture wasn’t stupid. You looked…amazing. Incredibly attractive.”

Elain nibbled on her bottom lip as she said, “Of course you’d think that. I was nude and you’re a man.”

It was a joke, Azriel knew that, but Elain’s voice was far too quiet and insecure for the punchline to really hit.

Azriel just shook his head. “You always look amazing, Elain. I was attracted to you long before I saw you naked.”

There it was.

The confession.

Elain’s lip fell from between her teeth.

Before she could say anything back, he began scooping chicken and vegetables on his plate. “Smells amazing. I’m starving.”

That quickly, he tried to shove what he’d said under the rug.

For a second, she debated pushing him, those words, words she’d never expected to hear from him… They filled her with far more of a thrill than she expected.

So she let him steer the conversation to safer topics, let him drain his own glass and then refill it.

They ate.

They made small talk, talked about their weeks and work and what was going on with their friends. The conversation grew lighter with each word, and that awkwardness they had found themselves in had slowly faded away.

As dinner wrapped up and their plates were cleared, the wine bottle found itself empty.

Elain stood and cleared their plates only to return to the table a moment later with another bottle of wine and dessert.

“I hope you saved room for pie,” she said, setting it down in front of him.

His cheeks heated and he cleared his throat. “Absolutely. Always room for pie.”

The second the words left his mouth he wanted to take them back. Gods, his head was swimming. That was the dumbest thing he could have said, considering.

He could see the smile trying to form as she cut into it and placed a slice on his plate. “Good. I’m proud of this one. It’s a new recipe I found.”

As she leaned over, the dress she wore gave him an unintentional view of her cleavage and he forgot how to breathe. “I’m sure it will be the breast— I mean, best! The best you’ve ever made.”

Mother’s tits, he was hopeless. He was no better than a thirteen-year-old discovering the Internet for the first time. He couldn’t drag his eyes from her cleavage and knew drinking anymore of that sweet wine would land him in so much shit, he would have no idea how to get out of it.

Elain was looking at him. With the smallest, sweetest of smiles, she asked, “Breast?”

“I said best.”

“You said breast.”

“I did not.”

“Are you going to think about my boobs every time I offer you pie?”

Azriel opened his mouth, then shut his mouth just as quickly. “I’m trying not to, but it’s a little hard.”

“It’s a little hard?” she repeated, brows shooting up as she looked down, as if she could see through the tabletop to his jeans.

“No- not- I’m not….it’s hard not to think about…” Azriel sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Nevermind.” 

Elain suppressed the smile on her lips, and when Azriel opened her eyes and met her gaze, the amused expression on her face had him laughing, quietly. She reached over and refilled his glass. 

“I’m not mad about it, you know,” she said, quietly.

“About what?” Azriel asked, indulging himself with more wine.

“That you can’t seem to get that picture out of your mind.” 

“Good, cause it’s not likely to go anywhere any time soon,” he admitted, thinking back to what else he’d admitted earlier in the night.

She took a drink of her own wine as she sat down next to him, in the spot closer, rather than the seat across the table. “So. Have you ever sent any accidental embarrassing photos of yourself?”

He nearly choked on the bite of pie he’d been taking, and he had to admit, it was pretty damn good. “Have I ever…accidentally sent a dick pic to someone?”

She laughed softly, the sound of it skittering across his bones, and said, “Well, a topless picture of you wouldn’t be nearly as scandalous. So yeah.”

“Never on accident,” Azriel replied, clearing his throat. “Almost did the other night though.”

As soon as the words were out, he wished he could take them back. Especially as he saw her eyes widen.

He was drunk. He must have been so damn drunk to be saying the dumb shit he was saying.

“To me?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know the answer and needed clarification. 

“That’s typically the response, isn’t it?” Azriel asked, unable to control the words coming out of his mouth. “You get a naked picture, you send one back. Until you texted saying it was an accident, I was…thinking about it, yeah.”

Elain nodded, slowly, pursing her lips. “And what would it have looked like?”

The words were quiet, hardly audible, but her deep brown eyes were lit up, waiting for his answer.

Azriel hesitated. “I’m not… I don’t know,” he laughed, and a giggle escaped Elain. “It looks like it looks, I guess.”

“That doesn’t give me a lot to create a mental picture,” Elain said.

“Are you trying to create a mental picture?” Azriel asked.

“It’s only fair, isn’t it?” she asked. 

Azriel simply lifted a brow.

She took another sip of her wine and shrugged, asking, “You said you thought I was attractive, right?”

He nodded, not trusting his mouth to not say something stupid anymore.

“What if I said I found you attractive, too?” She raised an eyebrow and waited.

Azriel waited, too, not saying a word.

Her grin grew. “What if I told you I’d thought about it before?”

He blinked and choked. “You’ve thought about— Really?”

She laughed, the sound bright and amused. “I showed you mine, you show me yours.”

Azriel stared at her, eyes narrowed. “I feel like this is a trick.” 

“It’s not a trick.”

“Are we drunk?”

Elain took a moment to think about it. “I don’t think so.”

Azriel chuckled, knowing full well that she was full of shit. “Fine, you win.”

She raised a brow. “Show me.”

“Patience,” Azriel crooned. “I’m eating my pie.”

Elain leaned over to his plate, dug her finger into the filling and brought it to her lips, sucking it off her fingertip.

Azriel watched her, his heavy breaths going shallow. 

“It is delicious,” she said, giving him one of those bright, heart-stopping smiles.

That smile spurred him into motion. Reaching over, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her towards him, meeting her in the middle. The kiss was soft and sweet and it took everything in Azriel not to nibble on that full bottom lip. He felt her fingers grip his collar, pulling him closer to her and he kissed her until she was breathless.

Pulling away, she stood, smirking, and asked, “Are you all done with your pie?”

In answer, Azriel stood and scooped her up, his mouth instantly finding hers, hungrily. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the skirt of her dress sliding up her thighs. 

She clung to him, and it felt...right.

He had felt Elain’s arms around him a million times throughout the years, but those were only simple, friendly hugs.

This was something entirely different. This was desperation, heat, an awkward situation had turned into years of emotion tumbling out of them.

I showed you mine, you show me yours.

Oh, he would, he would show her everything, anything she wanted. He was in her grasp, and he didn’t want her to let go.

Azriel stumbled into Elain’s bedroom, his lips still on hers. She bit his bottom lip and tugged and the low growl that escaped Azriel had Elain’s fingers digging into his back. 

Azriel dropped Elain onto her bed and she landed, perfectly, her hair spilling into a crown around her head. She watched him, eyes bright.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want to-.”

“I showed you mine,” she interrupted. “Fair is fair.”

Azriel stepped forward and reached for the hem of his henley, quickly pulling it over his head.

Elain pushed herself up into a sitting position at the foot of her bed and reached out, her fingertips brushing along his inked abdomen. 

Azriel held his breath.

Moving her fingers up his abdomen, Elain studied him. When she reached his chest, she began to trace the lines of his tattoos. She would stop at every scar and brush her thumb along it, as if giving it extra recognition and appreciation. 

When her hands moved back down, she paused at the waistline of his jeans, riding low on his hips. She traced his happy trail until she ran into the button of his jeans, and slowly undid it, bringing his zipper down just after. 

She didn’t wait, didn’t want to waste any more time by teasing him, and tugged his jeans off. He kicked them off, left in just a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.

“You’re sure about this?” Azriel breathed. Not because he didn’t want it, gods, he’d never wanted anything more than he’d wanted Elain. He’d been falling for her for years. But he knew there was a line that was about to be crossed that there was no coming back from.

Smirking, she slid her finger inside the waistband of his underwear, slowly running it back and forth, hip to hip. “Something to hide in there? Is he shy?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied. He was straining against the fabric and he knew Elain could see that.

With a nibble on her bottom lip, she looked up at him beneath lowered lashes and said, “I want to see your cock, Az. I want this.”

The words were the most vulgar thing he’d ever heard from her, and he was so stunned and turned on by them that he could only nod.

She tugged his boxer-briefs down and he sprung free.

Elain stilled as her eyes widened, taking him in. She took a raggedy breath, and Azriel watched every single movement that radiated off of her. The way her eyes took in every inch, the way her lips parted, the way her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. 

She wrapped her hands around his cock before leaning forward and brushing her tongue over the head. Azriel cursed, hardly able to breathe. There were many ways he thought this would go, but her mouth around him?

It wasn’t one of them.

Not that he was complaining.

He sure as hell wasn’t complaining. 

His hands were fisted at his sides, terrified that if he moved, if he did anything to frighten her, she’d stop, and right now needed to know what her mouth felt like. He needed to feel the warm wetness and thought he might die if she stopped.

And thank the cauldron, she didn’t.

Elain let her tongue pass over the swollen head again, once, twice, before those full, pink lips wrapped around him.

Azriel was unable to stop the groan as his head fell back, but he forced himself to look down, not wanting to miss a second of her mouth on him.

Her eyes were shut and she kept a hand firm around the base of him as she worked him.

“Fuck, Elain,” he breathed, letting his hand slip into the mass of her golden-brown hair. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him.

Azriel had always loved getting lost in the deep caramel depths of her big, brown eyes. However, there was an entirely different feeling those big, brown eyes gave him as they eyed him through her long, dark lashes while her lips were wrapped around his cock.

And with her lips wrapped around his cock, and her eyes on his, Elain slid the straps of her dress down until it was a pool of lavender fabric around her knees. 

Her lips let him go with a soft pop. “Do you want to fuck me, Azriel?”

With every word, her breath was warm against his sensitive skin. She slowly stood, her hands trailing along his skin as she did so. Once she stood, Elain slipped off her bra, then slid down her panties.

The only part of Elain he had yet to see was now on full display.

Quietly, she laid back on her bed and spread her legs open wide before motioning Azriel to come toward her. The breath was knocked out of him as he cursed, and his knees hit the bed as he studied Elain’s perfectly shaved, pretty pink pussy. 

With a growl he’d never heard come out of himself, Azriel lined himself up at her entrance.

She gripped the sheets beneath her, and Azriel gripped her hips.

“Ready?” he asked, quietly.

Her cheeks were rosy. “Yes, please-.”

There was a knock on the door.

Azriel’s head swung around. “The fuck was that?”

Elain blinked. “What was what? Azriel, fuck me-.”

That knock came, once again. 

“Azriel,” Elain pleaded. “Fuc-.”

That knock came again, and Azriel’s eyes shot open. 

Elain wasn’t spread out before him, begging him to fuck her. He wasn’t in her bedroom, he wasn’t even in her house.

No, as Azriel blinked, his surroundings became clearer and he sat up, looking around his own living room.

He’d fallen asleep on his couch after work, his quick, shitty dinner of frozen pizza and a Jack and Coke still sitting on the coffee table.

And his cock was incredibly, painfully hard.

He fell back against the cushioned arm rest, dragging a hand down his face.

It’s was dream. It had all just been a damn dream and—.

Another knock came from the door and he realized that that had been what pulled him from the most amazing dream he’d ever had, right before he’d been about to fuck Elain.

Before he’d been about to fuck his best friend.

“Az?” a familiar, high-pitched voice called. “Are you okay? I thought I saw your truck in the lot.”

Elain.

He looked down to the pitched tent just below the waistband of his sweatpants. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Hey! I, uh, I’m coming.”

No, he wasn’t.

And that was the real problem on so many different levels. He stood, and with his eyes closed, he took a couple of deep breaths. 

Dead puppies. The end of The Notebook. Bad whiskey.

As he walked toward the front door, Azriel continued to think of things that made him sad, hoping his dick would get its shit together before he opened the door.

“Az, it’s raining!” Elain yelled, and he could hear the laughter in her voice.

A sound that made all the sad things Azriel was trying to think about completely vanish.

When he decided that little Azriel was calm enough, he opened the door. Elain stood on his doormat, rain drops falling onto her hair, in jeans and a t-shirt. 

“Sorry,” he said, unable to control his grin. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“I texted you about an hour ago,” she said, as he stepped aside to let her in.

“I accidentally fell asleep on the couch,” he said, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. In the process, he highlighted his piss poor meal.

She laughed. “It’s a good thing I brought this then,” she said, lifting the dish in her hands.

He somehow hadn’t even noticed it, but he froze and asked, “Brought what?”

Elain’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as she set the dish down on his kitchen table. “It, uh, is an apology pie.”

Azriel stopped on the other side of his table and chuckled. “I’m sorry, it’s a what?”

Elain sighed and covered her face with her hands. “This is an I’m sorry I sent you a picture of my breasts pie.”

Azriel couldn’t help his laughter. “Do people usually make pies for such occasions?”

“I do,” Elain replied, taking the lid off her dish. “And be happy about it, because it’s apple, and it’s going to be delicious.”

Azriel watched her for a moment before he nodded and went to retrieve two plates and forks. When he turned back around, Elain was watching him. 

“I…thought this would be awkward,” Elain confessed as Azriel sat across from her at the table.

“Why?” Azriel asked, cutting the pie. “Cause I’ve seen your tits?” 

Elain’s face turned as red as a tomato as she kicked his shin under the table. “I just… I don’t want this to change anything, you know? You’re my best friend, Az. You’re the one steady thing in my life and I don’t want that changing.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, plopping a massive piece of pie onto his plate. “It’s already forgotten about, alright? I haven’t even thought about that picture once.”

Elain lifted a brow. “Are you lying?”

“I would never lie to you,” he said, lying through his teeth. He’d thought about that picture every day, both when he was awake and, apparently, while he slept, too. 

“Good,” Elain said, helping herself to the dessert. 

Without another word on the subject, Azriel helped himself to Elain’s pie. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

le deux, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One rebel from the waist down plus Jeon Jungkook in a sleeveless tee equals two in the back of a car, fucking like animals as Jungkook takes pictures of it all on your phone. Per your request, of course.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, semi-public (car) sex, photography/filming of sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS; reader has a dimple and Jungkook’s inner monologue is basically in love with it; PWP? you decide happy jungkook day! :D 2021.01.09

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Jeon Jungkook thought he knew what he was getting into, but he sure as hell didn’t.

When he stepped through the gate, he thought, damn, it’s awesome that so many girls decided to wear such skimpy clothes to a rock concert. He figured he’d see some bouncing titty, flashes of ass, maybe the loss of some underwear because the lead singer was hot as hell. Dude was ripped and tattooed like nobody’s business. Dream body for Jungkook, to be honest.

If only his mom would let him get that many tattoos.

The right sleeve was already pushing it though. He’d have to ease her into it slowly.

Jungkook had gone alone, because his friends weren’t really into rock the way he was, but that was fine with him. He liked being able to enjoy himself without thinking too much about other’s opinions, even if they were his friends. Got to wear a sleeveless band shirt, tight black jeans, left his long black hair in a half-ponytail, and decorated his wrists with silver bracelets. He would have been more covered up if he was with his friends – didn’t want to make them jealous with all the stares he was getting with his tattooed right arm, after all.

And my body in general, he thought amusedly.

If he was younger, Jungkook would have been shyer about leaving himself so exposed like this, but he wasn’t, so instead he merely gave the stares a cocky smirk.

What was the point of working out if he couldn’t show it off a little?

He spied his seat and noticed there wasn’t anyone sitting right next to him yet. Odd. He had purchased relatively close seat and the concert was sold out. Hm. Well, maybe he should get some beer before it started.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.

She was dressed like every other girl at the concert; smokey eyes, dark lips, black choker, shredded black crop top with an equally short fishnet shirt under it, pleated black miniskirt with silver buttons. A black strap over her chest. Knee-high black boots with buckles running all the way up her calf. Bare thighs and naked waist on display. Nice.

But that wasn’t why he paused.

He paused because she had a tattoo.

A single tattoo of black script around her waist. Her body was facing him, tilting her head at her phone, then looking down at the floor, at the seat row numbers. The tattoo was in English and Jungkook could read, a rebel.  She turned, facing her left, and looked up, counting the stairs. He realized the black strap connected to a clear waist bag that she was wearing on her back. She twisted a little so he got a good view of her back, the part where it trimmed down to the curve of her round, perky ass.

from the waist down.

Holy shit.

She had a rebel from the waist down tattooed around her midriff.

His eyebrows rose so far up into his forehead in shock that he didn’t even realize she was crawling over the people to her seat. She had black, pointed nails and silver chains draped over the back of her hands. A charming smirk, dimple flashing as she apologized for bumping into people. None of them seemed to mind, probably because her skirt was flipping up and revealing the strappy black velvet panties she was wearing. She seemed not to notice.

She plopped herself into her seat and grinned, checking her phone again. She had a black case with a nine-pointed star on it. Held her phone up and took a selfie with that killer smile, her tongue between her lips.

With a start, Jungkook realized she was sitting in his seat.

-

“Hey, you’re sitting in my seat.”

She sat up and looked around, counting down the row. “Aw shit, you’re right. Sorry.”

She got up and flopped into the seat next to him. Jungkook sat down, careful with his beer and water bottle. The chair was still warm from her body heat. That would have bothered him if he wasn’t staring at her open legs. She sat unapologetically, man-spreading in her seat, thighs laid out like a five-star buffet.

If she asked, Jungkook would gladly partake in said buffet.

Her hands were holding her phone and she tucked her tongue in between her teeth as she typed furiously, nails clacking against the glass, lowering the phone to her lap. A long text exchange was visible on the screen.

“Argument?” Jungkook pondered out loud.

She chuckled darkly. “More like, ‘I ain’t sitting on your dick for any amount of money, you piece of shit, leave me alone.’ You think men could get the fucking hint.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Block him?”

She scratched her chin, sending the message. “I would, but if I do, my parents are going to have a fit. They’re trying to set me up with him.”

The show was almost starting. He could hear the instruments warming up.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

She raised her head and grinned at him. Her right dimple winked at him with her smirk. Damn. Jungkook loved dimples.

“Me? The same thing as I always do. Find someone to fuck and send him pictures.”

-

So that’s why Jeon Jungkook was in the back of this random woman’s car, gasping as he was getting the best head of his life.

And struggling to take a picture of it.

“Holy shit,” he hissed, one of his hands hitting the glass of the car window as she took him deeper, tongue running underneath the length, hips swaying, her waist tattoo clearly in his vision. a rebel from the waist down. She had told him her name earlier, maybe when they were making out in the concert seats halfway through the show, maybe when they were practically dry humping each other by the end of the concert. Not the way Jungkook thought he was ending this particular event and he would probably buy another ticket so he could actually listen to the songs properly.

The head of his cock was jammed in the back of her throat, continually being squeezed by her tight, wet vice.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining though, if you get his drift.

Her eyes flickered up and she smirked around his cock, right dimple appearing as her tongue slid out from her plump lips and curled around the base.

Jungkook snapped a photo.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he mumbled, turning the screen around to show her. She chuckled low in her throat, vibrating the head of his cock. Rutted him a few more times, making him moan at the euphoric sensation.

She removed her mouth and he almost whimpered, but she was speaking and he was listening, staring at her dimple and glistening pink lips.

“You’re good at taking pictures, Jungkook,” she murmured. “Get one of me on your balls.”

She lowered her head, lifting his cock. Black nails, silver chains, and long fingers wrapping around his stiff length, lifting his wet cock and placing her tongue onto his balls. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Fuck, he had never felt a better tongue, swiping back and forth, getting the full expanse of his balls as her other hand came up to smush them against her lips. He sucked in a breath and spread his thighs more, seeing saliva drip down, hitting the black towel she had spread out in her backseat.

Evidently, she had planned this shit.

Jungkook lifted her phone and pressed the circular button.

Her eyes flickered up at him again, smirk on display, tongue fully extended and smacking his balls back and forth, jiggling them with the wet pink tip. Hand firmly gripping his cock. The moans coming out of him could rival the best porn out there. His chest was shuddering, his sleeveless shirt forgotten and crumpled in her front passenger’s seat – he couldn’t really remember how it got there to be honest – and his pants were balled up around his knees, making this somewhat uncomfortable but also hot as hell.

Jungkook snuck a glance at her phone and realized he was taking a fucking video the entire time instead of a photo. Shit. He furrowed his brows and stopped it, switching back to photo mode, and took a picture the second she swallowed one of his balls in her mouth.

“Fuck!”

He nearly dropped the phone on her face as she sucked, eyes sparkling with mirth, doing some kind of crazy figure-eight maneuver with her tongue as he lowered his hand, gasping for breath as she pulled her head back and forth, jerking him slowly at the same time.

“I… might have taken a video,” Jungkook panted out, head tipping back and staring at the ceiling of her car as she switched sides, sucking harder and tonguing more intensely, back and forth, up and down, so wet he was losing his mind.

She hummed onto his fucking nuts and he almost exploded into her hand.

His hips rose involuntarily and the base of his cock smacked her in the nose. She had the audacity to laugh, releasing his balls, spit dripping down her chin. She cleaned it off with her forearm, also letting go of his cock.

“Let me see,” she chuckled, wiping her hand on the towel before grabbing her phone from him. Replayed the video. His own moans filled the car, far too fucking loud. Jungkook’s cheeks heated with embarrassment as she planted her warm, clothed pussy onto his naked thigh, bouncing on it as she gleefully watched herself making out with his balls.

“Nice. I like it,” she chuckled.

“You’re crazy,” Jungkook snickered. And she was, but this was also fun too.

The dimple came back. “Want me to sit on your cock?”

Fuck yeah, he did. “Least you can do for me, since I provided such excellent service.”

She lifted her hips from his thigh and handed him her phone back. Took the two sides of her strappy velvet panties and pulled down. His eyes widened seeing the long string of juices from the black velvet to her crotch, snapping against her thigh, the strong scent of arousal so apparent it suddenly dominated all others.

“Someone is gonna see you,” he breathed, seeing the reflection of her ass clearly in the window, in view of the vehicles around them. People were in their cars, waiting to leave. Maybe some of them were watching this crazy woman jumping on his dick. The thought made him smirk.

She reached over to the center of the car and pulled out a condom from the cup holder.

This woman was definitely insane and Jungkook was loving it.

She grinned back at him, ripping it open right in front of his face. Lowered her hands and rolled it down on his throbbing cock. He exhaled in satisfaction, watching her ass lower and slide her pussy to him, lifting her skirt so he could see. Clean shaven. Probably for the pictures. Damn. That was a pretty pussy, and she was soaking wet.

“You like me that much?” Jungkook teased.

She pressed the head against her glistening slit and placed her tongue in between her teeth, dimple reappearing.

“Fuck yeah. You’re hot as hell.”

He didn’t expect her to say that. His ears burned and his cock pulsed with need. He also didn’t expect her to shove his cock into her that roughly either, jerking her hips into his and pressing down. She chuckled at his breathless gasp, settling her thighs against his waist.

“Take a picture for me,” she purred. “Gonna show him how deep I can take your big cock, Jungkook.”

Did he have a big dick? He knew he was bigger than average for sure, but it wasn’t like he measured and compared sizes on the daily. Also, he tended to get bigger and harder the hornier he was and right now he was maximum aroused because her pussy was clenching around his dick, burying it all the way up to the tightest, deepest parts of her wet hole.

“You’re choking him,” Jungkook chuckled as she gave him a particularly tight squeeze. His cock throbbed in delight.

“Death by pussy can’t be that bad,” she teased. Her chain covered hand nudged his hand holding her phone. “Come on.”

He lifted the phone and she raised her skirt once again, letting him see. God, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Should I take off my shirt?” she asked.

Jungkook made his dick jerk inside her and she moaned deliciously.

“Nah, he doesn’t deserve titties.”

She leaned back, pulling her skirt high and Jungkook took the shot of their joined thighs, her viscous juices shiny and smeared all over his crotch. Man, it had been a great idea to work out until he got that v-line. Matched perfectly with hers.

He turned it around and she bit her lip, grinning wide, dimple indented in her right cheek. Jungkook was beginning to become a fucking sucker for that dimple. He wanted to cause all kinds of trouble just to see it over and over.

“A rebel from the waist down, eh?”

The dimple stayed as she laughed.

“It’s a little bit of a lie,” she said mischievously as she began to roll her hips into his. “Because I’m definitely a rebel from the waist up too.” Her tongue extended, long, so fucking long and wet, almost touching past the midpoint of her chin.

Goddamn, Jungkook was glad he attended this concert.

She put it back into her mouth and began to fuck him hard, putting her back into it and smacking their hips together loudly, rocking the car a little, but at this point Jungkook was ready to go to jail for indecent exposure, head thrown back in her backseat, groaning as he felt her squeeze him with every descent, so wet that he felt like he was going to slip out while also feeling every contour of her pussy clamping down on him. He placed her phone on the seat and grabbed her thighs, sinking his fingers into her softness, drunk on the feeling, moaning her name as she used him like her favorite dildo.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she panted, smirk still on her lips. “You have a great cock. Glad I picked you.”

His eyes lowered, watching her through his lashes, seeing her smug expression. “I’m honored.”

She snickered. “Pretty face, hot body. Down to fuck.” That dimple. “I got lucky.”

Me too, he thought.

She placed her hands on his, sliding them up to her waist.

“Can you fuck me from below? Bet you’re great at it.”

He grinned and slammed his hips into her dripping heat. She moaned wantonly, grabbing his shoulders as he pounded her from below, feeling her clench and squirm, her walls spasming and juices leaking down his balls.

“A-ah, fuck,” he gasped, closing his eyes as he felt it. She must have orgasmed, but was too breathless to say as her nails dug into his shoulders, pushing her hips down as he jerked them up, meeting his thrusts over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so strong,” she breathed, pussy clenching again, splattering more onto his thighs, whole body shivering in his hands as she threw her head back, moaning his name. It sounded positively sinful from her lips and he loved it. The towel under them was soaked with bodily fluids and most of it was hers.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” Jungkook panted. “So fucking good when you cum for me, fuck, I thought girls couldn’t orgasm that easily on dick.”

She chuckled deep in her throat, bringing her head back and looking down at him, hair falling all around her shoulders, plump lower lip in her teeth. Fuck, her face was so fucking pretty.

Pretty fucking naughty too.

“Can’t speak for other girls, but I do love getting railed by a hot guy with a big cock,” she purred, licking her lips. “And you’re so hot you could spark a match.”

Was it possible to get harder because of a damn compliment? Because that was happening to Jeon Jungkook right now, his jaw clenching as he grinned, fucking her harder, deeper, bouncing her on his dick unashamedly, definitely catching someone’s attention out there because of how deliciously she was moaning for him, telling him how good it felt as her pussy violently massaged his entire length.

“Yes, yes, ah, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good…”

It was getting to his head, shooting down to his spine, coiling tighter and tighter, smashing his hips into her tight, wet hole, every muscle on fire and vibrating with pleasure, her name falling from his lips repeatedly, feeling so good doing something so bad, pleasure so intense he barely heard someone honk their car horn cheerfully at their fucking.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuck!”

He shot into the condom with a fierce jerk, filling it completely as she gasped, pussy tightening and throbbing around him as his crotch was soaked again, exhaling hotly into his face as she came with a shudder of his name, big smile on her lips.

Absolutely the best car sex Jungkook had ever had in his entire life.

She collapsed against him, pressing her hot cheek against his.

“I think someone honked at us,” she laughed, a little raspy from moaning so much.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around her waist, kneading it. “Cheering for me and my dick, I bet.”

She reached down and felt for her phone.

“You really gonna send him those pics?” Jungkook asked, panting from exertion.

“Do you not want me to?” Her tone had a hint of concern. “You’re in them too, so I won’t if you’re not down.”

He chuckled. “Just send him the one of you holding my dick and licking my balls.”

She held the condom down as she got off him, laughing. “Damn, how cruel. Showing off your big dick like that. You’re trouble, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked over to his left. She sat down next to him, pressing her body close to his. Thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder. Dimple clearly visible because of her mischievous smirk. He leaned over and kissed it. He just had to. Her eyebrow raised, smirk turning into a pleased smile.

He grinned.

“That makes the two of us, doesn’t it?”

Her eyes darted around the rapidly vacating parking lot. Then they came back to his face, her lips curving into a grin to match his.

“Damn, I’m so lucky to have met you, Jeon Jungkook.”

--

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[magalidragon]

paris is always a good idea | a Jonerys Drabble

Thank you @youwerenevermine​ for my wonderful birthday gift, I love it so much and I love Paris so much and Jonerys and you for making this for me so I felt inspired and wrote a quick little drabble thing, lol. It’s only the fourth time I’ve written Jonerys in a modern, non-Westeros world, but it was fun!  And I wanna’ go back so much!  Paris, je t’aime!

They met while in university, oddly enough, as fate would have it, on her birthday.

She had been there to study art, for a year abroad, savoring every last second wandering the wide, arched hallways of the Louvre, staring at grand masters for hours on end, burning the vibrant colors and mesmerizing brushstrokes into her memory, wishing she could be as good as them one day.  One day, someone would have her art in their house, and proudly boast they'd gotten it back when she was but a nobody, painting on the streets or in the grassy parks.  

Since it was her birthday, she decided to treat herself, and instead of heading straight to the university to get some time in the studio, she decided to get an ice cream at Berthillon, heading to the Ile-St-Louis instead of to the metro, taking her time to admire, as she often did, the glory of Notre Dame, it’s gargoyles and buttresses.

At the glacier she took her time selecting a flavor, did not even mind paying the exorbitant price and shouldered through tourists taking refuge from a cold rain that had begun to fall. She savored it, the clean water bouncing off her peat coat and the beanie she’d tugged over her silver hair.

She was about to set off, to eat her ice cream and wander into the Marais, perhaps drop down into the Latin Quarter— maybe take a trip to Chanel or Dior or Celine to admire the creations she couldn’t afford— when her ice cream went flying, straight onto the wet sidewalk. Where a mass of pidgins attacked it with gusto.

“Merde! Faites attention!” she shouted, stomping her Doc Marten on the ground in petulant annoyance.

The man who had bumped her because he’d been roughhousing with another friend had been apologetic.  He bought her another and said his name was Robb Stark. He was from Scotland, was on spring break with his buddies, which she didn’t care about. To apologize he invited her for a drink, especially when the worker who she’d told it was her birthday had commented on it again when she got another ice cream.

She figured why not?  He was attractive, sorry, and nice enough so she agreed, although she had commented his French was terrible best to speak English. “You’re English?” he had teased.

“Half and half,” she answered. English father, French mother.

At the comptoir where she suggested they meet, in Montmartre, she brought her roommate Missandei and Missandei’s boyfriend Grey. It was just a drink and they’d leave and go to the dinner Missandei planned to take her to anyway.

Except that’s where she met him.

The dark, brooding figure at the tiny table in the corner, ignoring Robb and Robb’s friend Theon, and a couple others, favoring silence and his drink. He was in all black, barely acknowledging her and slipped out for a smoke when Robb began to shamelessly flirt. She didn’t care about Robb, she cared about him.

Jon.

She exited, saw him lighting a cigarette against a lap post. She flicked her coat collar up and sidled towards him. “Puis-j’en avoir un?”

“Sorry I don’t speak,” he began, and his eyes— black in the orange lamplight glow— flicking to her. He smiled gently “French.”

She smiled and repeated her question in English.  “Can I have one?  A smoke  that is?”

He stuck the cigarette between his pouty, sinful lips, framed with a cropped dark beard, and reached into his coat pocket, removing a pack. She took one delicately and he lit it, cupping his hands around the tip so the wind didn’t blow it out.

A stream of smoke escaped her nostrils when she puffed and she smiled up at him, hoping he got the hint. “Do you like Paris?”

“Not especially.”

“Aw come on,” she teased. She hummed, closing her eyes and taking in the cold night. The electric buzz is people on the street and at the cafes and bars around them. “Paris is always a good idea.”

“Someone famous said that.”

“Audrey Hepburn.”

He sucked on the cigarette and smiled, a tiny one, the curve of his lip sly rather than shy.  “You aren’t in there with the rest of them.”

“Because it’s my birthday and I want to do what I want to do.”  She stubbed the cigarette out on the post and turned, disposing it in the bin by the door.  A quick text to Missandei: I’m going to skip dinner, I think I have a date, she turned and studied him.  “I’m…”

“Dany,” he said. He shrugged, finishing his smoke. “I remember.”  

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think you were listening when Robb introduced me.”

“I was.”  He pulled the tartan scarf around his neck tighter.  He glanced towards Sacré-Cœur, illuminated white in the lights around its base. He smirked at her.  “You going back in?”

She shook her head. “No,” she drawled. She followed his gaze to Sacré-Cœur. “Have you been up there?”

“No.”

“You should. Some of the best views of Paris.”

He chuckled, voice tight. “You should invite Robb.”

“I think he might be a third wheel.”

It took him a second, the gears in his mind turning, understanding what she was saying. He cocked his head. His black curls were in a mess around his face. A few scattered rain drops landed on them, and he shook it free like a dog. Or a wolf, she thought, noting the animal embroidered on the edge of his scarf.

He narrowed his eyes again. “I told you I don’t really like Paris.”

“Why?”

“It’s loud. Busy. Dirty.”

She laughed. “Every city is like that but in Paris it’s different.”

“Why?”

Her bravado got the better of her and she stepped towards him, linking her arm through his. If he didn’t get it now, he was a stupid fool who deserved it when she kicked him into the gutter. “Because,” she murmured, rising to her toes, trying to gaze as directly as she could into his eyes, which she now saw were actually gray. His breathing quickened. “You’re with me.”

The wolf got the point with that comment. He allowed her to keep her arm around his and lead him towards the cathedral.  They spoke of nothing and anything on the long walk through Montmartre to the highest point in the city.  

He was in Paris for a research trip.  He was studying medieval weapons and was going out to Bayeux to study some relics. His cousin Robb and friends came along for the free trip.  They spoke about being starving artists in their field-- her literally an artist as it were.  They talked about Paris-- how much he disliked it, how much she adored it.  The top of Sacre-Coeur might have changed his mind, but he pretended he still didn’t get the appeal, so she dragged him back down to the streets, to her favorite all-night boulangerie, into the metro and across town to the Eiffel Tower, spinning in circles on the Champs du Mars.  They ran across the Pont-de-la-Concorde and across the Tullieries.  They wandered down the Seine, smoked cigarettes in the doorsteps of old buildings in the Latin Quarter, and drank cheap wine in one of the tourist-cafes near the Jardin du Luxembourg.  

They meandered back through the streets, the city oddly quiet, the rain stopping, and she brought him to her garret studio in the Bastille, up the six flights of stairs to the top of the building, where she shed her coat and boots adn scratched her fat cat Drogon’s ears, leading him to the wrought-iron bars in one of the four windows she had, pushing the window open and crawling out, up onto the roof where she wanted to show him something.  

“Look,” she directed, when he climbed up next to her-- less gracefully-- pointing to the lit-up Eiffel Tower.  

He cursed under his breath.  “It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s my favorite place in Paris.  The rent is steep, but it’s worth it for this.”  She chuckled.  “And it has the best view.”

He whispered.  “Yes, it does.”  

And to her surprise, since she didn’t realize the time, the tower began to twinkle, the 20,000 lights across its metal beams flickering and she glanced sideways; he wasn’t watching the tower, but her face.  She arched her brows.  “You know, the lights twinkle for five minutes every hour, on the hour.”  She smiled and shrugged, whispering.  “It’s a sign that you’re supposed to return to Paris.”

Instead of saying anything, like how silly that was, he leaned in and cupped her face in his wide palm, callused and warm, bringing her face to meet his, kissing gently, in the twinkly glow of the lights.  He pulled back a moment later, breathing, “I think I like Paris.  And you’er right...this place has the best view.”  His eyes were wide on hers, focused.  She chuckled, nodding in agreement, and pulled him back to her for another kiss.

That night she savored every moment with him, as they pulled each other’s clothes off slowly, kissing and touching, every smooth curve and muscle of each other, each hard ridge and plane of his strong, muscular body or her soft, lean one.  He touched her and kissed her and stroked her in ways she’d never experienced, bringing her to heights she’d only dreamed about.  It was intense, the lights behind her closed eyelids when she came, over and over, gripping his shoulders, hair, the bedframe behind her.  He rose up and over her, in and out, their bodies moving as one, thrusting and arching.  

She didn’t know if she’d see him again; if this was a one-time, romantic Parisian adventure, but in the morning when she woke, she found him coming back inside from getting pastries and coffees, the faintest scent of cigarettes and her toothpaste on his lips when he kissed her good morning.  

They exchanged their information, vowing to speak daily, and he would see her when he got back from Bayeux.  She couldn’t believe when he did call and he kept his word.  “When you lie, words lose their meaning,” he’d explained, obviously reading her surprise.  

And when her year ended in Paris, she found herself in London, back at university, dreaming of their magical time there, even when they made time for each other, going back and forth from London to Edinburgh; and he from Edinburgh to Paris during the last couple of months of her year there.  

They made it a priority; every single year they spent time in Paris, like they were students again, on that magical night.  

They grew older, no longer needing to find the cheapest drinks and cigarettes, or staying in studio garrets, eventually able to experience some of the best hotels and restaurants the city had to offer, as he sold books and became a well-known author and professor, and her dream of becoming a famous artist came true, when sure enough, someone bought one of her paintings on the side of the Seine, someone who happened to be an art dealer in New York.  

It was their city, where they met, and where they could remember.  

After they married, about fifteen years after that fateful birthday, they visited again, and spun together on the Pont-Neuf, kissing and murmuring how they loved each other and always would, and he took her back to the tiny studio garret, which was now theirs, and sat on the rooftop and watched the Eiffel Tower sparkle.  

“Paris is always a good idea,” she murmured, head in the crook of his neck, her back to his front, wrapped in a warm blanket, and his arms tight around her middle.  She tilted her face up to his, sated, and still hopelessly in love with him.  “Take me to Paris, Jon.”

He nuzzled his nose into her cheek, whispering.  “You are Paris, Dany.”

As it was the city where they’d met, fallen in love, and found true happiness, she grinned, because that was his way of saying how much he loved her.  She brushed her lips over his, sighing, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”  

And they kissed, as the Eiffel Tower lit up, and she curled up into him, falling asleep in the city of love and lights.

[lolalovesu]

concerning the alternative scene's recent rise in popularity (and why it is likely to fall again):

warning !! essay long text under the cut

to give a bit of context, i was a pre teen to young adult from the mid 2000's to mid 2010, which i call the middle to end of that time's "alt scene boom". recently alternative culture experienced a rise in popularity again - funnily enough around the time a staple of that era's music scene, my chemical romance, announced their return (which i will come back to at a later point as they are, in fact, important to note, whether you personally like them or not) - and with that rise in popularity there weren't just new and younger people joining but some even found their love for the alternative subculture again. i use alternative as an umbrella term here as it should be. there are of course multiple different 'camps' hidden underneath that.

very recently i watched a documentary about the "death of the classic goth scene" which was very interesting in so far as it gave me an insight as to why i saw so many alternatively dressed people walking around in my teen years to a shocking dwindling of that number. the documentary explained that the goth subculture in itself got divided into more and more 'camps' (such as steampunk, cybergoth, victorian goth, etc) until there was no real "grapevine" between them anymore. to explain what i mean by that: when people start to gatekeep between those camps, communications stop. and as a consequence the bigger scene gets dissolved:

the alternative scene lives from new input and new ideas. if that is not given because you do not step outside your specific 'camp', don't let anyone in who's for example only interested in a specific aspect of that 'camp' and are also not allowed to take from another, or even just new people trying out something new entirely, then there also cannot be any growth because after a while there are no new ideas, no fresh input that would keep it alive.

that same thing already happened under the bigger umbrella of "alternative", people were forcefully dividing themselves or being divided into different camps like punk, goth, emo and others. while looking for a specific term and therefore identity under which to group to find others that might be interested in the same aspects of alternative culture that specific subculture stands for, it also led to people from those subcultures turning their back on the other subcultures they were technically siblings to. for that we can just use one of our generations favorite terms: gatekeeping.

the different subcultures gatekeeping their culture, fashion, history, music and so on led to an ending to the different 'camps' influencing each other. this proved fatal: the alt scene Needed each others influences to grow and change, and simply stay alive.

that is why bands like my chemical romance worked - because they took input from different subcultures across the board. basically, when people stopped holding hands, so to say, alt more or less "vanished" from the public eye.

if not the most popular, there is no denying that my chemical romance is the most influential alternative band of that specific time period. it even went outside the line of “alternative” as for example wearing military style jackets experienced a sudden boom in popular fashion after 2006 - the year my chemical romance published their most famous album the black parade and wore military jackets to each of their concerts. singer gerard way’s classic shaggy longish hair with bangs became known as the classic ‘emo’ haircut which then slowly made its way into mainstream fashion for boys everywhere. ‘guyliner’ was a broadly used term in teen magazines and even if men wearing eyeliner was done before, it was suddenly not just a thing for a specific subculture anymore. of course that all wasn’t received positively by everyone but nevertheless: alternative culture was seen and seen everywhere and you were able to find gerard way’s skeleton painted face on the same magazine page as hannah montana’s miley cyrus.

but why were they so influential? why did they rise to the top that fast and were known by most subcultures under the “alternative” umbrella?

simply put: they took inspiration from across the whole board and put it together. different aspects of different subcultures were made anew. fresh and accessible, they opened their arms to everyone, speaking for the outsiders and underdogs, as long as you listened to any type of rock music. and it worked because they themselves originated from different subcultures. musically, lead guitarist ray toro himself said his biggest influence was always the metal genre. rhythm guitarist frank iero was the biggest punk rock influence of the band, and the way brothers, singer gerard and bassist mikey, were both deeply into gothic rock and britpop. of course the broad scope of new jersey’s music scene, where the band originates, made all fans and members of those subgenres of rock music interact - and therefore influence each other. 

it is a fitting example explaining why they were such a big influence and also why the alternative scene rose to popularity as it did. it also explains why it came to a fall: without new input, new influence, and gatekeeping between groups the scene stopped being accessible. it stopped growing and changing, until it stagnated and fell to obscurity again. while many of the bands didn’t stop making music and also didn’t stop being popular, the alternative scene in itself fell into obscurity. 

now, as alternative culture experiences a sudden rise in popularity, more and more gatekeeping rules start cropping up, rules about who is a real punk and which parts of different subcultures you dare not take for your own. and that is exactly why it is likely to fail again. if this ‘revival’ of the alternative scene is supposed to make an upwards trend - and i call it revival, but let’s face it some of us have been there the whole time - then something has to give.

this concludes, as i fittingly said somewhere farther up in this essay of a textpost:

we have to start holding hands again.