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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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the-red-avocado · 3 years

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Okay here we go---- Roma's coven

So Roma's coven consists of her, Marissa, Alessia, Tabit, and Katreene

Marissa: the eldest and leader of the coven, Shes in her 50s (nobody knows her exact age, claims shes 30), Roma's aunt from her moms side, shes about 5"5'. Shes the wine aunt, lets just make that clear. A practitionerr of enchantment and manipulation magic which doesnt stay at influenceing people, but also inanimate objects and forces of nature in small ways, and mostly connected to water, she's dabbled in almost every form of magic, from voodoo to crystal healing. most powerful between them, (hence she being the leader). A lot of people would describe her as a crazy old lady, but she gives some damn good advice. Shes got super curly raven black hair that is kept short, described as a lions mane. Shes pretty pale, with thin lips, thick brows, and a long nose, and a large birthmark on her upper left forehead, thin wily frame. She loves hand tattoos and henna, acts like hot shit and is hot shit. Likes wearing earthy colors, gives off hippie vibe. Sounds like a new jersey mom. V good at harmonica

Alessia: Roma's cousin, shes got straight icy blonde hair, (its so pretty), shes the cute one in the group, petite frame, 18, shes got these adorable pink cheeks, despite her appearance she specializes in curses and blood rituals. Shes also got the most foul mouth out of all of them, even Roma, and thats saying something. Described as cheerful and childish, with a girlish charm to her. Likes wearing lace and flowy fabric, corsets and long flowy skirts, doesnt like clothes that are too tight. She Doesnt have many tattoos, because shes so young, but half her right leg is tatted. Shes got a slight southern accent.

Katreene: first of all, I love this name. Shes Roma's sister, theyre so much alike personality wise, but she looks more like their mother (Italian side), 5'3", short and stout, 22, creamy tanned skin tone, lots of freckles, and is tattooed mostly on torso, long black hair kept in a warrior braid. She specialized in combat magic, strongest physically between the group. Favorite weapon is longsword and scythe (nicknamed grim reaper cuz of this), a true berserker and a terror on the battlefield. Shes the quiet type, super smart, shes got the brains and the brauns. Never wears loose clothing because of her profession, dons darker colors and furs. Anything works as long as its comfortable. Deeper voice, like smooth whiskey. (Is decent at playing bass)

Tabit: 5'6", a scribe and seer. A friend of Alessia's, hails from northern Spain. Tabitha is her name but she goes by Tabit. Pretty curvy with short brown hair, half blind so she has a guide dog, (Helia, breed unknown). Shes got a fiery personality, and makes the best food ever, despite her seeing disability. Described as rather catty at times, Doesnt like people all too much, shes blunt and honest, despite that, she has an old soul. Likes wearing bright colors against black, with thick gold jewelry. Raspy voice. PLAYS BANJO!!!!

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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i’m not usually like this | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

if theres anything you wanna see happen in this series, let me know!

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It all started because he asked a simple question. “Do you ever wear anything that isn't black?”

I've heard this question many times in my life, from family members, to coworkers, to strangers in my classes. The context in which Shawn asked me, however, was different than normal; He was pulling off my sweatpants and noticed my dark underwear. I told him to shut up and proceeded to ride him into oblivion.

When I wasn't surrounding myself with a brick wall to keep me safe, when I was not being stone cold and expressionless, I was quite the sex fiend. I'll take it anytime, and just about anywhere. I mean, you already know the story of those three hours Shawn and I spent in my bedroom, knowing that my roommate was home. That's not even the worst of it. We've had sex in his car, my car, outside my car, my living room, his kitchen, a bar bathroom, and a stranger's dorm room.

Listen… Shawn Mendes is a man of many talents. If he wasn't my boyfriend, he would be a fuck buddy.

Anyway, he liked to tease me about my wardrobe choices just as much as he liked to praise me. Sometimes he would ask who I’m about to sacrifice to the dark lord, and other times he would thirst over my black skirt and tights. Even better, sometimes he put on his black floral shirt as an attempt to match my ensemble. But this story is about his teasing.

After going at it for an hour at his apartment (my thighs were incredibly fatigued and shaky), I had to get ready for work. It was easy to get out of Shawn's hold since he was so loose and sleepy. As soon as I was ready, I kissed him goodbye and left his apartment in spirits so high it was considered abnormal for me. How did I know it was abnormal? My manager kept pointing out how chipper I was as I answered phones and helped customers. When people notice, that’s when you know things are changing.

It wasn't until I stopped by Walmart after my shift did Shawn's words sink in. I do wear black all the goddamn time. My closet is 99% black t-shirts, button ups, pants, leggings, and even underwear! The 1% is when I'm slacking on doing my laundry, that's when I would wear white.

That's not to say I don't like other colors. I used to experiment with bleaching my hair and dying it blue or green. I was a sucker for neon eyeshadow, and I was an absolute slut for red lipstick. Things are fluid, nothing is ever set in stone.

I looked through some of the clothing racks, but it’s Walmart, so nothing really stood out to me. Then I found myself in the underwear department. I was trying not to laugh at myself in front of other shoppers, because this was mildly insane. Was I really considering buying Walmart lingerie to prove a point to my boyfriend? There were some decent options after all.

My eye caught a black, sheer nightgown with a matching g-string. I studied it for a minute before deciding that I had a lot of black lace already, and half of it wasn't even intimate apparel. The next set I noticed was a simple sheer bra and underwear, also black. Getting there, but it wasn't enough. There weren't any in my size, anyway. I dug through the racks until I spotted something girly.

The first thing that put me off was that it was pink… baby pink. It was another nightie, but it was made of sheer tulle instead of lace. There were little pink and red hearts all over the skimpy fabric, and it came with a lace thong. It was cute, but it was the least Me thing here. On any other day, I would not be caught dead wearing anything pastel.

That's exactly why I ended up taking it home.

I quickly raced back to my dorm, feeling like I had some dangerous weapon hiding in the bag I was carrying. I didn't stop to speak to anyone I knew, and I was very glad that Shawn wasn't currently on campus. However, he did text me asking me to spend the weekend at his place. It only added to the butterflies in my stomach.

“Stella!” I frantically called once I had shut myself in my room.

She came practically running, bursting through the door. “What happened? Who died? Oh - oh my god.”

I was facing the full body mirror that was leaning against the wall. I tried on the daring piece of lingerie, testing it out on whoever was willing to see me like this. Stella was the only person who had seen me in my underwear apart from my boyfriend. However, I still had the decency to cover my breasts with my hands because the nightgown showed a bit too much.

“You trying to seduce me, ‘cause it's working,” Stella teased, wiggling her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Listen!” I turned to face her, trying to justify my outfit choice. “This was probably a stupid idea! It, it was an impulsive buy!”

“Dude, if he sees you in this, you're gonna end up pregnant.”

“Don't say that!” I looked down and twirled my body from side to side, watching the fabric swirl. I felt and looked a little too nervous.

“Seriously, you look hot. Just, y'know, maybe skip the heavy eyeliner and add more perfume. He'll link the scent to the time he had the best sex of his life.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I'll do the perfume thing, but I can't skip eyeliner. I need something to make up for all the pink I'm wearing.”

Stella nodded. “Yeah, that's another thing. I know this is something you wear when you wanna get dicked down, but you look so soft and adorable!”

“Shit, if you keep saying things like that I just might spend the night with you instead.”

It was night by the time I was at Shawn's apartment. He was in the middle of songwriting, and he wasn't alone. His friend, Teddy, was over. I guess she helped him write sometimes. The two of them were singing to themselves and throwing potential lyrics back and forth at each other. Teddy was frequently writing on a scrap of paper or typing on her laptop. Shawn was strumming his guitar, and sometimes he would glance at me and wink.

I sat silently on the couch and half listened to them brainstorm. I was glad I decided not to leave my Switch at home.

“You're so quiet, is something wrong?” Teddy pointed out. I don't know why I wasn't expecting it.

“Don't wanna bother the artists at work,” I said, keeping my eyes on my intense game of Smash Bros.

“She's like that,” Shawn told his friend. “She'll warm up eventually.”

“That makes me sound like an asshole,” I replied with a chuckle, and then I gasped as my character on screen got knocked out.

Still, I remained quiet as they continued their session. I stayed in the same spot on the couch, curled up and thoroughly entertained. Shawn insisted I sit closer though, considering that I was on the opposite end of the couch from him. He liked my company I suppose, even if I wasn't speaking.

Eventually, Teddy got her things together and left. She gave me a hug, said it was nice to meet me, and then gave Shawn a look that said “have fun you two.”

When we were finally alone, I went into Shawn's room, telling him I wanted to change into my pajamas. It was sort of true, I mean. I grabbed my overnight bag and dashed into the en suite bathroom. Normally, I would have started with taking off whatever makeup I had on, but I only had on some intimidating winged liner and mascara. I needed that tonight.

Fixing up my hair and spritzing on a ridiculous amount of perfume helped keep my nerves at bay. My stomach fluttered when I pulled out the frilly pink item of clothing. This just might be my demise.

Once I was dressed, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and placed my hands on my hips. A wise lady in a hospital drama said standing like a superhero helps increase confidence, so that's what I did. I tried to channel my inner dominatrix, despite the fact that I was probably very far from being just that.

“I'm a strong lady,” I whispered to myself, then I huffed out a breath.

I ruffled my hair one last time before going to the door. I had my hand on the knob, but I could hear the sounds outside this very room. I could hear Shawn's footsteps, I heard the bed creak as he sat down. I heard the sounds of his guitar.

My heart started to race. It was ready to beat out of my chest.

I don't know why the first thing I thought to do when I finally opened the door was to unattractively clear my throat. It's not like Shawn wouldn't notice if I quietly left the bathroom.

He looked up from his guitar, and it took a second for him to process what he was looking at. His eyes lit up, and his jaw went slack.

Awkwardly, I placed one hand on the doorway and the other on my hip. I didn't know what to do with my face, so I slapped on the mock composure. I looked at my boyfriend, unsure if I should say something or not.

“No way,” Shawn finally spoke, a grin forming on his face. He set down his guitar and moved so he was sitting at the foot of the bed. “Come here…”

His eyes were moving up and down my body as I timidly stepped towards him. The look on his face was full of surprise and wonder, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I mean, I was in skimpy attire and none of it was dark. Anyone who knew me wouldn't believe it.

Shawn took my hands when I was close enough, and he shamelessly checked me out. His eyes stuck on my tits just long enough to raise the tension in the room.

I was still finding my voice. I was probably more flustered than he was.

“You're too cute,” he told me, finally looking at my face. “When did you get this?”

“Today,” I said softly. “I don't know, I looked for something black… this was all I could find in my size.”

“I'm really glad you went with this. You're so cute. The pink makes you look almost innocent. Turn around for me.”

A shy smile crept up on my face as I slowly spun around. I quickly came to realize that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted. Wow, and I thought I was going to have power tonight.

“So adorable,” Shawn mused when I was facing him again. “You're the cutest fucking thing ever, you know that?”

My roommate had said similar things, but it hit me different hearing it from my boyfriend. My face was probably redder than the hearts on this stupid nightie, and Shawn could probably see that.

“I don't wanna be cute,” I mumbled, looking down at our hands. “I wanna be sexy.”

“Trust me, you're very sexy. I, I don't even know what to do. That's why I keep talking. God, you're so pretty.” His hand went up and stroked my cheek.

Stop fucking talking and just take me already!

The only way I could express that was by bringing Shawn's hands to my waist, giving him permission to touch me wherever the fuck he wanted. His breathing picked up a little more as he ran his hands down to my lower hips, reaching around to grab my ass.

I delicately placed my hands on his shoulders, and he leaned in to kiss my collarbones. He kept mumbling about how pretty I was, and it made me feel some kinda way. I could feel just how hot his body was getting being so close to mine, it made me even hotter. His hands moved up to my stomach, moving under the nightie, and running along my skin. My body felt so alive and ablaze.

“Your heart's going fast,” he pointed out, placing a hand on my chest. “You nervous?”

I nodded. “More than I'd like to admit.”

He smiled warmly, and then showed me his hands. Seeing them tremble gave me some kind of relief and an ounce of confidence. I made him feel like that. He was turned on because of me.

Shawn stopped me when I grabbed the ends of my nightie to take it off. “No. Leave it on.”

“Really?” I asked. “Won’t it be in the way or something?”

He shook his head, looking up at me with something like desperation in his eyes. “I… wanna do unspeakable things to you in this thing. We're leaving it on. Now get your ass on the bed.”

I would have fainted if he hadn't given me an order.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #if this gets a lot of notes im gonna yell #but i also wont be surprised lmfao #MAYBE there will be a part 2 idk yet #i know what will happen i just dont know if ill write it

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intents wicked or charitable (trixya) 2/10 - beanierose

AN: thanks as always to validation station, you ladies are my sun, moon and stars and i love you dearly. and thank you stutter for looking this over for me and gently coaxing my two brain cells into actually functioning. you have my heart in your hands and there’s no one i’d trust with it more.

(read on ao3) | (find me at katiehoughton)

[one.]

a practical magic au for the spooky season. there’s a curse on any man who dares love you? love a woman, instead. | 5,443 words

In Los Angeles, Trixie had been a night owl. She had to be — sometimes service at the restaurant wasn’t over until nearly two in the morning — but it doesn’t come naturally to her. Since she moved here, she’s been ruled largely by a circadian rhythm that makes her start yawning almost as soon as the sun goes down. It feels like she ought to be going to bed, but she doesn’t need to yet. There’s time.

She gathers up her spoils in both hands and brings everything through to the bathroom, sets it all carefully down on the countertop. Trixie strips out of her jeans and washes her face, ties her hair back. Every day the thought of cutting it all off seems more and more appealing.

The little tub of aloe lotion has the Verbena logo on the lid and Trixie smoothes her thumb over it. It’s adorable. Everything in the whole store was adorable, including (especially) Katya. Trixie scoops a little of the lotion out of the jar and dots it over her skin, takes her time working it in with the pads of her fingers. Her face feels instantly cooler and she hums a small noise, gets an inquisitive head tilt from Dolly.

In bed, Trixie slides her sock feet back and forth beneath the sheets and tries very hard not to squirm. She’s propped the card with Katya’s telephone number against the base of the phone on her nightstand. It’s not quite eight and she feels good, sleepy and soft but not tired yet. She wants to talk to Katya, and the longer she’s been out here alone in this house the more accustomed she’s become to giving herself whatever she wants.

The line rings five times and Trixie is just beginning to resign herself to the fact that Katya might not pick up when she does, breathless. Trixie closes her eyes, can’t quite look that in the face just yet. Katya says her own name, her surname a flash of consonants and vowels all jostling for attention.

“Hi. It’s Trixie. From earlier today.”

“Trixie!” Katya sounds so thrilled, like there is nobody else in the whole world she’d rather be hearing from. “Hello. I was thinking you weren’t going to call.”

Trixie offers up the truth, knowing that it sounds like a lie. “I’ve had a busy afternoon.”

She gets a little noncommittal noise right into her ear for that. Trixie’s fingers are tight around the phone and she twirls the cord in her other hand, stretching it taut and then letting it spring back into a coil again over and over.

“Did you have any more customers?”

“One or two,” Katya says. She doesn’t sound resigned about it. Her voice has the same calm loveliness that she had the whole time Trixie was at Verbena, even when they were cleaning egg off of the windows together. “It’s the Saturday lull.”

Trixie snorts. “The Saturday lull. Right. And you have what, the Wednesday morning rush?”

“It is not up to me to dictate the whims of the good folk of this town, Tracy.”

It’s amazing how she can do that. Call them good folk even though they make their distaste for her readily apparent. Trixie isn’t like that. She likes to think that she’s a good person, but she certainly isn’t nice. Not in the way that Katya is, like it doesn’t cost her anything.

“Sure.”

“People do buy things. I’m not about to go down, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

A retort about how much she would love Katya to go down dies on the tip of Trixie’s tongue. She is making no pretences about how hot she thinks Katya is, not even to her own self, but after everything with Bob she feels raw and exposed as a split fig. It’s not a good idea to get into something now.

“Thank you again. For the stuff.” It seems like a safe thing to say. Trixie lets herself slip down against the pillows a bit more until she’s lying nearly flat. She turns onto her side and brings her knees up so that the parenthetical of her body is angled towards the telephone on the nightstand.

Katya chuckles low in her throat and Trixie has to press her thighs together. “Mama, you are welcome to help yourself to my stuff any time.”

Her face is getting hot again. Trixie turns out the light beside the bed and plunges the room into darkness. It’s overcast tonight and the moon is like a streetlamp burning through the mist.

“Do you live close to town?” Trixie asks. Do you see this same moon?

There are noises in the background like stirring. It seems a little late for dinner, but Trixie likes the thought of Katya standing at the stove with her sweater pushed up past her elbows again, or maybe stripped off over her head so that her hair is even funkier and more staticky.

“I sure do. I’m out on Long Point. I can see the store across the cove.”

Trixie indulges herself in a long moment of imagining Katya standing on the cliff’s edge, the wind whipping her hair and skirt out sideways from her body. She thinks of her keeping watch for the incandescent lick of fire into the night’s dark mouth. It’s maudlin and not at all appropriate for what she knows of Katya so far, but she has found herself drawn to melancholy lately.

They chat for a little while longer. When Trixie hangs up the phone she feels the grip of Katya’s hands in her chest, tugging her open to peer inside. And she finds that she learned almost nothing about Katya. She agreed to come back to the store on Monday without stopping to consider what that might mean.

When she rolls over Dolly is watching her with her long snout resting on both paws. She has a wise face; that was the reason Trixie was drawn to her at the shelter, the reason she brought her home the very next day. Bob never liked her all that much, used to say that it freaked her out that Dolly looks like she understands exactly how hard it is to be a person. Trixie kisses the velvet fur between the dog’s eyes and gets a lick to the chin in response. The candle Katya gave her is on the nightstand and it makes her bedroom smell like the store.

In the morning she doesn’t remember falling asleep and her body aches from disuse. She’s still on her stomach and she groans, rolls over onto her back. It’s like she hasn’t moved an inch all night and neither has Dolly; the spots where she and the dog have been lying are an archipelago of warm patches in the cool sheets. Trixie uses the bathroom and washes her hands, lifts her eyes to see herself in the mirror over the sink.

For the first time since she moved here, all of the redness is gone from her skin. Her face is smooth and pale, dotted with freckles across the bridge of her nose. She makes a little mental note to say thank you to Katya again. She looks five years younger, and her hands are much softer too.

All of Sunday she is jittery and impatient. It makes her more curt with the animals than she likes. She’s snippish with Cash and Guthrie when she has to coax them down from the bed of the truck again. The previous owners of the house warned her that they — like all goats — enjoy being on top of the highest thing in their immediate surroundings. It isn’t the first time they’ve managed to get up onto Trixie’s car. She spots Cash with his two front hooves up on the roof of the cab and she hurries outside to pull him down, has to herd the both of them back into their pen.

Dolly can sense the nervous energy rolling off of Trixie in waves. She follows her around all day and when Trixie settles in for the evening with a book Dolly climbs right into her lap on the couch. She props her glasses up on top of her head and leans down to fuss over the dog.

“Sorry, baby. Mama’s a little strung out today, huh?”

No one is here, so Trixie lets the dog lick her face, and she peppers kisses all over her snout and sniffs her paws and scratches her belly until her legs kick. Trixie puts them both to bed and lies for a long time in a wonderfully tender ecstasy of anticipation. She gets to see Katya tomorrow. After only two conversations, she is looking forward to it so much.

Maybe she’s projecting some things. She has been achingly lonely these last few weeks, now that the novelty of her solitude is beginning to wear off. Katya’s has been the first kind face that she’s seen in months. When she first saw her, when their eyes met, some small part of her came awake. She’s felt an instant connection with a couple of people in her life before, like Kim, but never quite like this.

She is to be at the store for one o’clock in the afternoon, so that she can spend Katya’s lunch hour with her, and she spends the entire morning in a paroxysm of self-doubt. She wears a pair of russet jodhpurs because they have a high waist and she likes the way it makes the fabric pull taut around the curve of her ass. For a while she wanders around the bedroom in just her bra and then settles on a long sleeved tee in her favourite soft pink. She is preening for Katya, absolutely she is, but she’s doing her best not to look like it.

For the drive, Trixie keeps the windows rolled all the way up. She would like to whoop and holler out of them, because she’s driving into town to see a pretty girl who likes her and she feels sixteen and like she has pulled off the impossible. It’s not worth the risk to her hair, which she is wearing down in loose curls that are made static by her scarf. Trixie parks right outside of Verbena this time, in the spot Katya assured her would be open.

Katya is waiting at the counter and when she sees Trixie she hops up and down a couple of times like a sparrow and waves. Trixie jumps down from the cab of the truck without using the step and enjoys the little zap of awareness that shoots up through her thighs and into her pelvis when both of her feet hit the hard ground.

“Hi, good morning, good afternoon, hello,” Katya says when Trixie comes inside. She reaches around Trixie to flip the sign hanging on the door from open to closed, and flip the lock as well. The solid thunk of the snib sliding home makes Trixie’s stomach roll over. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I’m starving.”

“I’m always hungry.” Trixie unwinds her scarf and puts it into Katya’s waiting hands.

It gets hung carefully on the coat stand and then Katya reaches for her hand to bring Trixie into the tiny break room with her. Everywhere their skin touches is crackling. Trixie wishes she could see Katya interacting with somebody else, so that she could know whether this is just a Katya thing or whether it’s because she wants to be touching Trixie, specifically.

Katya has sandwiches for them both and she opens a bag of chips and peels it right down the middle so she can lay it out flat between them. The table back here is tiny and there’s only one chair, which Katya insisted that Trixie have. She’s sitting on an overturned crate and it puts her much lower down so that her chin is almost resting on the tabletop.

Their knees keep bumping together in the tight space. Katya talks with her mouth full and takes much longer than Trixie to be finished eating. Once she is she gathers up all of their trash and puts it in the garbage can, turns back around to look at Trixie with her hands on her hips.

“Oh!” Her face cracks apart around a grin and she disappears into the store, apparently assuming that Trixie will follow. Which she does, of course. Katya is rummaging in her enormous, hideous purse and she pulls a small container out and crows in triumph. “Here. For when your back is hurting.”

On the phone on Saturday night, Trixie had rolled over awkwardly and made a small, accidental noise of discontent. It had been humiliating and her cheeks had burned crimson as Katya had babied her over the line, asking her to say where it hurts the most.

“How much?” Trixie pulls her wallet out and thumbs through the handful of bills inside. There’s silence, and when she looks up again Katya is chewing on her bottom lip and getting red all over her teeth.

“It doesn’t have a price. I don’t sell it. I, uh…made it specially. For you.”

Trixie sucks in a breath and feels her cheeks hollowing out around it. People don’t do these sorts of things. Not for her. She is curmudgeonly so much of the time, knows that she can be ornery. Often in the kitchen she would find herself shouting at her sous-chef and the busboys and anybody who came near her. Bob was the only one ever brave enough to shout right back. That was a big part of the reason why Trixie let Bob back her up against the prep counter after close and unbutton each of the six buttons of her whites one at a time like shucking oysters.

“Please let me pay you.”

Katya wrinkles her nose. “I can’t. If you pay me then it becomes a crime.”

“Shut up!” Trixie squawks, and shoves on Katya’s shoulder. She’s laughing too, pleased with herself, and she pushes the little tub into Trixie’s hands. “It’s not a crime, I never solicited you.”

“Pour half a cup into the stream of the water when you’re drawing your bath, and soak for at least twenty minutes,” Katya says sternly. She pokes her finger into Trixie’s chest and Trixie’s whole self unravels around that one point of contact.

Trixie holds the container in both hands and smooths her thumb over the logo on the lid. “I’m still not convinced you’re not trying to kill me.”

“I like my victims to present a challenge. You’re way too easy. Just taking whatever I give you.”

“I never professed not to be a bottom,” Trixie shrugs.

It makes Katya choke out a delighted guffaw and she shakes both fists in the air. She is so cute that Trixie hardly knows what to do with herself. They never made plans past lunch, but she wants to stay here. She’s going to stay here, going to make Katya kick her out.

There’s a little stool behind the register and Trixie settles herself on it, prim and proper and legs crossed at the knee. Katya busies herself reorganising the shelves and sweeping the floor, but she keeps darting these little glances at Trixie and doesn’t seem to care at all that Trixie catches her at it each time.

The music is turned way up and everything is weird and a lot of it is in a language Trixie assumes to be Russian. Katya sings along sometimes, loud and off-key but so enthusiastic that Trixie wishes she knew the words too and could join in. Nobody comes in to the store all afternoon. Plenty of people walk by, and at one point a little kid presses their face up against the window with their tongue out. Trixie thinks of the egg residue on the glass and huffs a little laugh of vindication on Katya’s behalf.

It gets dark right as Katya is closing the store. All afternoon they’ve been talking and laughing, and Trixie has even made herself useful and run the duster along the shelves that are too high for Katya to reach easily. She stretched up on tiptoe to do it even though there really wasn’t any need for that, and she felt Katya’s gaze on her the entire time.

“I absolutely understand if the answer is no, but would you like to come have dinner with me?” Katya is chewing anxiously on her bottom lip again, and Trixie can’t fathom how her lipstick ever makes it through the day.

She says yes immediately, without thinking, and then has to backpedal. “Or, well. I would like to. But I have to go home.”

“The animals.” Katya snaps her fingers, leaves her fist hovering in the air for a long moment. “Right. Damn.”

The bones of Trixie’s butt are numb when she hops down from her stool. It’s making her hyper aware of everything between her knees and her waist. She smoothes her palms down the lengths of her thighs to iron out any creases. Dolly will be aching to go out and use the bathroom by now, and the whole cacophonous lot of them are going to want to be fed.

“You could come home with me? I can feed you.”

“You’re gonna feed me?” Katya rakes her eyes up and down Trixie’s frame. She is suddenly so aware of all the places that she isn’t wiry and slender, all of the curves of her that spill out all over. Katya’s mouth isn’t smiling but her eyes are.

Trixie shrieks and shoves on Katya’s shoulder. “You know I cook, you dumb whore. I told you I’m a chef.”

“You told me you ran away from being a chef,” Katya says flatly.

Trixie manages a strangled noise of affront, but Katya is already swanning away from her. She ducks into the break room for her coat and hat and comes back out struggling her way into them. Her elbow cracks against the doorframe so loudly that Trixie feels it in the roots of her teeth, but Katya doesn’t even react. She takes Trixie’s scarf from where it’s hanging on the coat stand and loops it around her neck, holding on to both of the ends.

Their faces are so close together that Trixie can smell Katya’s gum. She lets her eyes flutter slowly closed, waiting for Katya to use her grip on the two ends of the scarf to tug Trixie in and kiss her. Her heart is a thing with feathers flitting up from her chest into her throat.

Katya doesn’t do it. Instead, she lets go of the scarf completely and takes a step back from Trixie, jams both hands down into the pockets of her coat. Her shoulders are rounded, up in defence.

They don’t talk much on the drive to the house. Katya keeps fiddling with all of the knobs on the dash, flicking through the radio stations without actually pausing to hear what any of them are playing. She’s pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged, which Trixie finds peculiar to do in a car, but she enjoys the crest of Katya’s knee in her periphery whenever she turns to check her blind spots.

Trixie jogs up the steps with her keys in her fist and unlocks the back door, lets Dolly come barrelling out. The dog disappears off around the side of the house, because she hates to be watched while she pees, which Trixie can relate to. She dumps her coat and scarf inside on the bench and comes back out to see Katya down on her knees in the earth.

“Trixie, this is amazing. You live here?”

“Shh! No. Don’t let them hear you.” She turns to look over her shoulder, up at the second floor windows. “They haven’t caught me yet. I think they think I’m a cryptid.”

When she turns back around Katya’s cheeks are pink with barely-suppressed amusement. She’s got her fingers buried in the dirt of Trixie’s vegetable beds and she sifts through it, brings a handful up to her face to smell. Trixie hovers awkwardly next to her, unenthusiastic about getting down on the ground but not wanting to move away from Katya, either.

“What are you growing?”

“Aside from annoyed?” Trixie lifts both eyebrows. “Carrots, zucchini. I’d love parsnips but they’re difficult.”

Katya brings her hands out of the earth and brushes them together, but doesn’t seem too bothered by the soil beneath her fingernails and up past her wrists like tide marks. “Everything’s pretty phallic, mama. You compensating for something?”

“Oh, Katya, my dick is so small,” Trixie sighs, and presses the back of her hand to her forehead like she’s standing at a dock watching a ship draw out of port and she could begin wailing at any moment.

It earns her the exact screaming, staccato burst of laughter from Katya that she’d been hoping for. She gets to her feet and shakes herself off a bit but leaves the dirt staining her bare knees. She’s wearing a dress today that has sleeves but leaves most of her toned, pale legs on show. All day, Trixie has found herself looking, over and over. Has found herself unable to stop.

Inside, Trixie has to turn on the faucet for Katya so she doesn’t get dirt on it. They wash their hands side by side at the kitchen sink, jostling with each other for space beneath the stream of the water. Katya shucked her ankle boots at the door (they are black with stars and moons embroidered all over them in gold thread and Trixie is obsessed) and she’s padding around the kitchen in her red wool socks now, suddenly another inch or so shorter than Trixie.

She insists on making herself useful. Trixie sets her to work chopping all of the vegetables. She’s made nervous by Katya’s lax attitude towards the knife, the way she gesticulates wildly with it while she talks. Dolly hovers around their feet hoping for scraps and Katya keeps stopping to scratch her behind the ears. It’s definitely a hygiene violation, and Trixie keeps having to remind herself that this is not a professional kitchen. This is her home, and Katya is in it.

“About your tiny dick,” Katya gestures out of the window with the knife. Trixie grunts and takes it from her, dumps it into the sink to wash later. “I have a fertilizer mix that I use. I could bring some over for you? Well, you’d have to come and get it. I don’t drive.”

“You want to fertilise my garden?” Trixie keeps her voice carefully flat, even though her hips are twitching and she’s curling her toes inside of her too-big socks.

Katya either misses the innuendo entirely, or is gracious enough not to acknowledge how Trixie is fumbling with it in both hands. “Yeah! I don’t grow veggies, mostly just houseplants, but I think it’ll still be good.”

“Okay. Yeah. That’d be great.”

“Did you hear that, milaya devushka?” Katya is down on her knees on the kitchen floor with Dolly’s head captured between both hands. The dog’s entire body is wagging, thrilled with the attention from a new person. “Your mommy is going to let me fertilise her.”

Okay. Well. She didn’t miss the innuendo, then.

Trixie runs the water in the sink again, her back to Katya, and holds her wrists beneath the cold stream for a moment. Just to stop the insistent pulse of blood in her ears and hands and thighs. When she shuts it off Katya is right beside her, and she’s smiling.

“Do you need help?”

“Not with dinner.”

That makes Katya snort and she gives Trixie a little space, stands with her arms folded neatly in front of her. The picture of obedience, but Trixie can’t stop watching how she’s working her fingers, curling and flexing them against her bicep.

“How can I help you, Tracy?”

She swallows down the knot of electric want in her throat. “Do you wanna feed the chickens?”

Katya lets out an actual yell of delight at the suggestion. She does as she’s told, disappearing off into the mudroom. Trixie calls out instructions and hears Katya opening cabinets, scooping mix into the feeder. She holds it out in the doorway for Trixie to look at and confirm it’s the correct amount, and then the back door opens. Trixie can see her from the kitchen window. The galoshes she’s borrowing from Trixie are a bit too big and she clomps her way around the yard.

The chickens have a bad habit of flapping up into the face of whoever has the misfortune of setting the feeder down among them. Usually Trixie lets the dog outside while she does this so Dolly can herd them, keep them back at least a bit. Katya seems entirely unbothered, even when Faith hops up onto her bent thigh and sticks her beak directly into Katya’s ear.

She turns to see Trixie at the window and grins like a little kid, waves energetically at her. Once dinner is ready Trixie has to go to the back door and call out to her to let her know. She comes inside more dishevelled than before, her hair sticking up in places because Reba likes to pull on it. Trixie hip checks Katya over towards the sink to wash her hands again, leaves her there while she sets two places at the table.

Trixie lights a few candles and doesn’t turn on the overhead lamp, lets the light from the kitchen do most of the work. Outside it is just beginning to rain and Trixie cracks open a couple of the windows in the dining nook so that they’ll be able to hear it. Katya settles across from Trixie at the table and rests her hands either side of her bowl to warm them. Her fingers are red, knuckles cracked and raw like she’s scrubbed too hard trying to get all of the dirt off. She has a tiny streak of it on her cheekbone, but Trixie is not about to point that out to her.

Now that they’re here, eating dinner together with Dolly circling the table, Trixie is beginning to realise that they are sharing a meal for the second time today. It should freak her out, but she thinks Katya is endlessly interesting. Having someone here in the house with her for the very first time is throwing a lot of things into sharp relief. She’s lonely, and she’s pretty certain that Katya is too. There’s nothing wrong with nurturing their friendship, even if Trixie is probably going to spend the rest of eternity marvelling at how hot Katya is whenever she looks at her.

Conversation flows easily between them. Trixie finds herself interrupting a lot, because she is so excited to talk to Katya. And anyway, if she doesn’t derail Katya’s train of thought every once in a while they get so far away from their original topic that Trixie’s anecdotes are no longer relevant.

After dinner they settle on the little couch, and Trixie winds up with the dog sprawled across her lap. A fire is burning in the grate and Katya rolls up the sleeves of her dress. Two days ago, when they’d been cleaning, Trixie had seen the tattoos that decorate Katya’s forearms and she’d gotten very distracted wondering what might be beneath her sweater. They’re harder to see in the lamplight, but she touches her fingers to three tiny circular ones in the crook of Katya’s elbow.

“They’re sigils.” Katya points to each one in turn. “Grounding. Protection. Emotional healing.”

Trixie won’t ask, can’t ask, what it is that Katya might need to heal from. It feels like a terrible invasion of her privacy. The night has drawn thick in around them, the rain coming down much harder now. Trixie is afraid to speak above a whisper, feels like it might spook Katya if she raises her voice.

“I thought the point of being a lesbian is that you don’t need protection,” she says.

Katya is sitting with her back against the arm rest and her knees bent, and she kicks her sock feet out towards Trixie in horror. “Wow. The state of public education in Wisconsin is woefully lacking, huh.”

“You think I went to school?”

The way that joy travels through Katya’s entire body whenever Trixie makes her laugh is so captivating. She’s much quieter than usual, in deference to the intimacy of the evening, but she still wriggles around on the couch like Trixie’s got a hook through her guts.

When Trixie has to hide a yawn in her palm for the fourth time, Katya takes that as her cue. She gets to her feet and folds her body in half, palms flat on the ground and torso pressed against her thighs. She groans and rocks her hips side to side and Trixie looks away, stares right past her and out into the night.

At the car, like she did earlier today outside the store, Katya performs some kind of strange ritual. She circles the truck slowly, muttering something under her breath. She touches each of the wheels, skims her fingertips along the edges of the side panels as she walks around. Clearly, Katya is uncomfortable around vehicles. Trixie is waiting on the porch to shelter from the rain and trying not to watch her. It feels voyeuristic when she’s so vulnerable, but she can’t help it.

“Oh God, not you too,” she calls out.

It startles Katya and she whips around to face her, uses two hands to push her wet bangs back from her forehead. “What?”

“Cash and Guthrie are already obsessed with the truck. I don’t need you at it as well. Please don’t climb onto the roof.”

“Sorry. It’s an old habit. Just- I get nervous around cars.”

Trixie closes the distance between them and opens the passenger door for Katya, gives her an elbow to help boost her up into the seat. Before she closes the door, Trixie pats Katya’s knee in something approximating comfort.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Are you good?”

“Good,” Katya nods.

For the whole drive, she sits with her face pressed to the window and continues her muttering. Trixie leaves her to it, gets the sense that she really doesn’t want to have a conversation right now. And yes, Bob, she is capable of shutting up when she needs to. She gets to go all the way to Katya’s house, gets to see it for the first time.

It is enormous and white and pearly in the darkness, jutting out from the surrounding greenery. Out here there aren’t any streetlights and the trees are patches of richer, more textured darkness. Trixie sits in the idling truck and watches Katya climb the porch steps two at a time and slip inside the house with a last wave in Trixie’s direction. Trixie flashes the headlights in response. She sits there for longer than she probably should, watching lights come on and imagining the way Katya moves through the house, the routine of her evening.

Trixie lets her head drop forward until it hits the top edge of the steering wheel. She sees now, why the whole town thinks that Katya is a witch. She lives out here in this big house on the outskirts of town, and she wears whatever she pleases. Earlier today Trixie noticed Katya’s earrings, two tiny doll hands, and elected not to question that. She is eccentric and unabashed about it. And she’s a lesbian. Or into women at the very least.

She feels enormously, furiously protective over her. Katya has shown her more kindness in the last three days than some of the people that have been in her life for three years. It’s not a crush — Trixie is not that careless with her heart — she’s just interested. Katya is compelling and funny and smart and Trixie has been craving intellectual conversation beyond her weekly phone dates with Kim.

There’s nothing wrong with pursuing a friendship. And anyway, Katya could have kissed her in the store today and she did nothing. Since she came out nearly ten years ago, Trixie has had to field questions from well-meaning but deeply ignorant straight friends. She finds it childish and loathsome when people assume that because two women are lesbians, they must automatically want to fuck one another.

Trixie drives home in silence with an ache in her thighs.

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #trixya #magical realism #tenderness #isolation #slow burn kind of #iwoc #beanierose #lesbian au

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The Girl with the Golden Eyes | Draco Malfoy x Reader

November 26th, 1993. The Courtyard. 3:37 pm.

Olive thrust her wand towards the white haired boy, a protective shield hovering in front of his scrunched up face deflecting the spell, flashing a quick grin as it bounced off and sped towards the red head. Ron didn't have a chance to react before his own spell came bouncing back, his body jolting rather aggressively before being flung backwards. A slight movement caught her eye, turning towards the bushy haired girl, Hermione, who had her wand pointed at the short haired witch. Her face was flushed, the grip on her wand was tight eyeing the girl up and down noticing she wasn't wearing school robes. The girl who had just knocked Ron off his feet had a pair of jeans on, that were ripped and a white t-shirt tucked into the dark denim. Over her outfit she had a dark cloak, that resembled something Professor Snape would wear, the cloak coming to just above the ground, skimming over the tall slivers of grass on the ground.

"Who do you think you are?” Hermione questioned, taking small steps towards the unknown girl whose eyes were eyeing her wearily. Students had crowded around the two girls, whispers and murmurs were heard as they came closer together. The tension was heavy in the air, as they both eyed each other rather intensely. Draco had made his way up onto his feet, an unreadable expression on his face his eyes wide as he eyed Olive angrily glaring at the Golden Trio. The two guys were eyeing their bushy haired friend, wands drawn in case they needed to use them against the girl with the wide grin on her face.

"The name is Olive. Ya know, you shouldn't cast spells at people where everyone can see, Weasley. Draco may talk a lot of bull, but he knows how to duel. Did you really expect to have a father like his, and not know how to defend yourself?" A crisp southern accent cut through the everlasting silence, swiftly pocketing her wand brushing her short curls out of her face. Taking a few strides away from the three her robes flowing behind her much like someone they knew, slowing her movements down before coming to a complete stop on the cracked stone turning on her heel a smile on her face.

"Oh and have a good day.”

November 26th, 1993. The Astronomy Tower. 10:58 pm.

A loud laugh left her lips as she flung her body off the Astronomy Tower, feeling the harsh winds slap her face rather fiercely the familiar pain coursing through her body, her body shifting rather rapidly. The previously tan skin, was now covered in vibrantly red feathers small slivers of gold embedded into the softness of her body. High above her the moon was was shining brightly, illuminating the ground below her soaring body, her wings giving strong strokes against the wind, heading towards the outskirts of the forest.

Quietly shifting back as she spotted a head of white hair making its way over to her his grey eyes scanning his surrounding, a tight grip on his wand, she jumped down from the tops of the tree rather harshly and landing on her feet right in front of the frightened boy. She grinned, tilting his wand down to the ground before he attempted to shoot any spells at her, wrapping her arms around the grey eyed boy she'd grown fond of. Draco placed his wand away, hurriedly pressing a long awaited kiss to her lips a sense of warmth washed over the girl before hungrily kissing him back, eyes fluttering close pulling her flushed body against his, deepening the kiss. Olive giggled, running her fingers through his gel free hair enjoying the feeling of his toned arms around her waist. After a short couple of minutes, they finally detached from one another their lips swollen an amused glint in their eyes.

"I've missed you,"

"What took you so long, petal?"

"I wanted to finish my mission first, before I came back. It took a while, and I'm sorry but Dumbledore got me sorted, privately of course, and I'm glad to announce that you're looking at a 4th Year Hufflepuff. Gah I've been wanting to go to this school for years, and I get to finally spend these next few years with my lovely 3rd Year boyfriend, " Olive mockingly teased her boyfriend, entwining their hands having already started walking to their 'spot', which coincidentally happened to be where they first met. He let out a scoff, a teasing sound in his voice earned himself a smack on the back of the head by the curly haired witch. Olive knew she wasn't older than Draco, if anything she was younger than him by a couple of months. Currently he was in his 4th Year at Hogwarts but she just so happened to have started school early so she was ahead of him but not enough to be a year ahead so she just took advanced classes, that truly ticked him off at first but he found it as a way to show off his girl. She loved to call him a 3rd Year, as a way to push his buttons, but he found it adorable that his girlfriend who happened to be younger than him, was ahead of him school wise. A chuckle left his lips, leaning down to peck her lips apologetically, lightly pulling away from her soft touch. His body stumbling forward as she grabbed a hold of his collar, his eyes growing wide. Her tiny hands pulled him closer to her, their lips crashing into each other one again.

"Beautiful...absolutely gorgeous. Never letting you leave my side ever again," Mumbling against her lips, peppering her face with soft wet kisses sending the witch into a fit of giggles. She playfully smacked his chest, a wide grin on her face as he tightened his grip on her waist effortlessly lifting her off the ground. The wind ruffled her hair, vision becoming blurry from the quick movement. Draco's laughter grew as he twirled her around in the autumn air, his grip on her body was tight afraid to let his girl drop. Both of their laughter's echoed through the peaceful silence, subsiding slowly when he let her back onto the plush grass.

"Show me what I've been missing out on, petal..." His sultry voice sent shivers down her spine, warm lips pressing onto her rather cold cheek pulling away too quickly for her liking. Olive ripped her robes off, the dark fabric falling onto the grass a dark grey sweater adorning her body nicely. Her tan legs on display from the skirt flowing freely from the wind, a pair of long grey knee high socks hiding her toned calves. Clasping her hands together, a familiar prickling sensation rushed down to her palms, shutting her eyes rapidly drawing her hands apart as a trail of flames emitted from her palms. The flickering flames licked their way up her arms growing increasingly bigger, the orange hue framing Draco's face his eyes wide in amazement.The last time he had seen her powers was in 1st Year, and at the time she had small tricks up her sleeves, but by the sight of the ever growing flames he had noticed that her powers had grown in a such a short period of time and it was incredible.

The young girl twirled her fingers, creating beautiful intricate designs in the open space between Draco and her before she pointed her arms into the sky, the vibrant flames coursing up into the starry night. A huge burst of flames exploded, but no sound came from the burst of the fire, the flame fading into tiny specks of light falling over the two but diminishing before touching the ground.

November 27th, 1993. The Great Hall. 10:54 am.

Making her way into the Great Hall, eyeing all the side eyes she was receiving letting her feet take her over to her table plopping on an empty spot on the bench, hastily opening the book she was reading the night before. Olive managed to find the page she had left of on, humming triumphantly adjusting her current position before going for a bowl of grapes in front of her, popping a few into her mouth. Her small slender fingers fiddled with the aging book, her eyes scanning the words on the page turning the tethered paper noticing a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Nearly jumping out of her skin as two identical twins sat in front of her, their identical grins staring back at her. Olive hurriedly swallowed the last of her grapes, closing the book in front of her staring back and forth between the two of them to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"Never seen you before but you seem too old to be a first year-"

"-what year are you in? Is everything swell?"Her eyebrow raised, a smile making its way onto her face amused at how they finished each other sentences. They both happened to have Ron's hair, and the piercing dark eyes they lacked the freckles, but she could tell easily tell where Ron got his mannerisms from by seeing how these twins walked up her, and spoke to her like they had been friends for years. Mischief was evident in their eyes, both hands placed in front of them, clasped together on the wooden table eyeing her tentatively.

"I'm a 5th Year, and Hogwarts is amazing so far thank you for asking. But you two just happened to make it a hell of a lot better," Olive teased, popping another grape into her mouth seeing one of the twins flush a light pink but he maintained the smug look on his face, while the other twin winked at her flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes, leaning her face into one of her palms eyeing the two swiping her tongue across her ruby colored lips, "Now who might you two be,"

"I'm Fred. He's George."

"You forgot our last names, Freddie"

"Blimey, right. It's Weasley, sorry love,"

By the time Olive had decided it was time to leave, it was nearly noon. She finished waving bye to the fiery heads of red hair as she went around the corner when she was flung to the floor, her body smacking onto the stone rather hard feeling a stinging sensation spreading down her legs. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her before softening her glare, locking eyes with a pair of stunning grey eyes. The boy standing in front of her had white blonde hair that happened to fall over his eyes, his face seemed stern and full of such cockiness, a familiar face she had grown accustomed to him putting on, made a grin make its way onto her face. His hand grasped her hand, helping her back on her feet rather swiftly his eyes scanning her up and down checking for any bruises or cuts he may have caused.

"Petal... you alright?" His voice murmured quietly, cupping her face with his right hand while his other found a place on her waist eyeing her eyes for any sign of discomfort, the group of people behind him looked confused as to why Draco was associating himself with someone other than his own house. Olive reached up to brush some of his blonde hair away from his face, giving him a warm smile showing that she was alright his hand squeezing her right hip lovingly.

"No need for that. I'm fine, see? Nothing is broken, nothing is scratched. My butt kinda hurts, but besides that everything's alright," She mused, a teasing tone in her voice noting the way his eyes had softened, stroking his thumb across her soft cheek. His grey eyes locked with her dark brown eyes, visibly relaxing as she stated that she was alright. Wrapping his arms fully around the girl, kissing her forehead instead of giving into her luscious lips that called for him, not being very fond of public display of affection.

"Mind walking me to class, petal?"

"Of course not. Lead the way,"

December 16th, 1993. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 10:49 pm.

Olive shifted uncomfortably in her bed, the comforter was pooled around the foot of the bed, her body radiating heat. No matter how many layers she removed, the overwhelming sense of heat still surrounded her. Her small hands rubbed at her tired eyes, sitting up on her bed eyeing the dark dorm room grabbing her black school robe putting it over one of the T-shirts that she borrowed from one of the twins, tugging on a pair of shorts knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk around half naked. Her bare feet made small sounds as they padded down the stairs, her wand in her hand, eyeing the empty common room double checking every inch of the room to make sure no one else was around to see her leave. Feeling her body stumble as she tripped over a step, smacking her hands onto the floor groaning in discomfort ignoring the pain in her palms, heaving herself off of the floor making her way near the entrance to the common room.

Picking up her lightened wand, muttering nox softly the light fading quickly. Waving her wand over herself, seeing her body slowly fade into the background behind her, quietly making her way out of the common room eyeing her surroundings to check for Filch or his cat. The blown out candles around the hallways made the place seem eerie, but she brushed off the odd sensation jogging up the stone stairs to the Astronomy Tower trying to stay as quiet as possible. A cold sensation washed over her bare feet from the night air, getting increasingly colder the further up the stairs she went, her body slowly fading back once she made it all the way to the top. The tower overlooked the school grounds, at such a perfect angle it always always caught her off guard every time she made her way back to the lonesome tower, the way the wind blew through the trees like water running over rocks seemed extremely soothing to the young girl.

"Good evening, Ms. Black " The sound of someone muttering her name made the young girl jump toward the source of the sound, locking eyes with a pair of grey blue eyes. His smile relaxed her tremendously, running her fingers through her tousled curls letting out a breath she never knew she was holding. The tall professor had his hands tucked into his pockets eyeing the girl sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, her bare legs dangling in the cold autumn wind. He gestured to an empty spot beside her, the girl scooted over patting the spot beside her a smile tugging at his lips sitting down beside her.

"Mornin' Professor... what are you doing out of bed so early?" Olive joked tiredly, eyes looking over at the young professor whose face was now adorning a playful smile, his fingers messing with his worn out cardigan. A soft chuckle left his lips, giving her a teasing look making Olivia smile, looking out into the night sky.

"Funny you may ask... I was fixing on asking you the same thing, Ms. Black..." His deep voice let out, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he eyed her curiously. She let out a deep sigh, leaning against the wall to her left, enjoying the prickling sensation the cold stone bricks felt against her warm face, looking out into the night. The stars twinkled happily, dancing around the moon that happened to be half full her hands yearning to reach out and hold the clump of rock. The night sky was fairly clear expect for a few grey clouds scattered throughout the sky, barely skimming over the surface of the moon.

"It was hot in my dorm room so I couldn't fall asleep, which is why I went to the place where I go at the end of the week to... let loose,"

"Let loose?" Confusion laced Remus' voice, as he eyed the girl who looked to be deep in thought, his mind racing with endless possibilities to the significance of her words. Olive looked over at her professor, deciding whether she would be able to trust the young man with the everlasting amount of scars or not. Closing her eyes letting out a deep breath feeling her shoulders relax, placing her hand off the to the side hearing the small clatter of her wand as it skimmed the stone floor, hurriedly picking up the wand to make sure it didn’t fall off the edge of the tower.

"Can I trust you with a secret of mine? And do you promise to not tell my secret, Professor?"

"I solemnly swear" Those three words were enough for her, opening her eyes nodding her head to him who was giving her a warm smile. Heart racing slightly as she stood up from her previous sitting position handing her wand to Remus, his hand wrapping around the wand gently eyeing her cautiously once more. Olive chuckled to herself imagining what was fixing to run through his mind the moment she stepped off the tower, taking a few steps forward her toes hovering over the ledge before throwing herself off the tower the sound of someone screaming her name behind her made her laugh loudly, the wing blocking out the panicking tone of his voice. The familiar sensation of her body morphing quickly took place, her wings flapping graceful taking her further up into the air letting out a loud caw. Cool wind ruffled her feathers, the stars seemingly closer than before, diving down towards her Professor landing further into the tower shifting back to her human form, her chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Remus' heart flew out of his chest when the girl threw herself off the Astronomy Tower, calling after her scrambling onto his feet. Before he knew what was happening, the girl quickly morphed into a Phoenix. Her vibrant red feathers standing out in the dark, small glints of light shining off of her from the moonlight hitting them perfectly as she flew around gracefully. There was something satisfying about seeing this flash of red in a sea of dark colors, that he found very amusing. Remus had to admit to himself that he was positive that she knew damn well the reaction he would give to her jumping off the tower, and he applauded her for her dark sense of humor.

"Ms. Black... how in the-"

"Professor if I may," She cut him off, a knowing look in her eyes as she eyed the bewildered wizard whose mouth was parted open. His eyes were wide and full of amazement, his mouth slowly forming into a giant grin, "I've been an animagus since I was very young. I guess it was one of the many powers I received that night, but you can't tell anyone... god only knows what would happen if anyone found out"

"M-many powers?"

"Oh this is just scraping the surface of what you have left to see, Professor"

December 20th, 1993. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 2:09 pm.

"Today, we will be working with boggarts. Can anyone tell me what a..." Professor Lupin's voice faded while Olive stared at the dresser in front of her, her eyes wide. Having faced a boggart multiple times she knew what her biggest fear was, and never wanted to face that for as long as she could avoid it. She knew the people in the closet would change, especially since her friends had become a big part in her life along with the professors she had gotten close to. Olive regretted coming in here to help assist Professor Lupin, sending daggers to the scarred man who paid no attention to the glaring girl. Her body tensed up, locking eyes with Draco who sent her a reassuring smile winking at her. That small wink made her relax slightly but she still remained tense, snapping back to reality managing to catch the last few words of Professor Lupin's speech.

"-now if everyone could please line up behind Ms. Black," Olive glared down at the floor feeling her heart race immensely, paying no attention to the noises of everyone shuffling to get in position behind her. Professor Lupin nodded towards the young girl, whose face was unreadable her brown eyes were staring straight ahead at the dresser. Reaching into her robes, pulling out her wand keeping a serious expression on her face gripping onto her wand tighter. Remus flicked his wand a joyous smile on his face rather happy to be teaching his favorite lesson, taking a bite out of his apple eyeing the dresser as the door opened slowly.

A hand clasped around the edge of the door, pushing the door open further the tension growing in the small classroom. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the room as Olive appeared from behind the door, small gasps leaving the mouths of the students confusion evident on their faces. The short haired witches eyes narrowed as she locked eyes with herself, but the eyes staring back at her were golden, nothing like her dark brown eyes. The boggart version of herself was covered in blood but something told Olive it wasn't hers by the murderous look in her eyes, as well as the orbs hovering above her head.

7 different colored orbs.

A vibrant green representing the power of the Earth, baby blue representing the power of Water, bright red for the power of Fire, while a grey white orb off to the right side of her face showed the power of Air.

A deep purple orb was right at the top of her head illumination her face representing the power of Mind Reading, and further off to her right, the black orb stood for the power of Shape Shifting, and the last orb was a vibrant yellow for the power of Strength.

The dead bodies of her friends had slowly started appearing out of thin air the moment the other Olive stepped out of the closet, the two red headed twins who she befriended both had blood coming from their mouths, the ghost of an everlasting smile engraved onto their pale faces, the Golden Trio were slumped over one another. Draco was hovering over the air closest to her his body drained off blood, his pale skin was now stark white and his hair looked dead and limp as it hung from his face. Her heart shattered at the familiar image of her boyfriend, her jaw clenching tightly raising her wand higher. Harry's scar was carved in rather sloppily, small trickles of blood covering his face his eyes gauged out laying scattered a couple feet away, a heavy feeling swimming over her heart. The familiar red headed boy was covered in soot, baby blue eyes were now a grey color having lost all signs of life in them. His skin was practically white, except for the smudges of Hermione's blood and dirt covering half of his body, the mark on his chest showing the cause of his death. The bushy haired girl, who she had become quite fond of, was dismembered, her head placed messily on Harry's lap her mouth wide open with the eyes wide. Eyeing her bleeding body, Olive clamped her eyes shut to avoid seeing the remaining people scattered around the classroom completely lifeless, pointing her wand at the boggart flicking her wand.

"Riddikulus! Bloody hell-Riddikulus! If you don't fucking change, I will-" Olive's angry voice cut through the silence, the boggart shifting to a never ending amount of exploding fireworks. The pinks and purples illuminating her face, shoving her wand into her robes swiftly making her way out of the room leaving the stunned students in the classroom.

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she clutched onto both Ron and Harry's hands, who also happened to be in shock. Harry turned to his friends giving them a everlasting look to reassure himself that they were both okay and standing in front of him, a gut wrenching sensation spread from deep in his chest to every inch of his body from staring at his dead friends feeling an immense pity for the short haired witch.

After a short couple of minutes of walking in silence, she wound up in front of Snape's classroom the familiar stabbing pain making it's way through her body making her barge into his room avoiding the side eyes she was receiving from his students. Snape's scowl was replaced by a concerned look, as he eyed the panting girl with tears in her eyes snapping back to his usual demeanor to face his students. His arm lifted, his wand in hand flicking his wrist expertly eyeing his students with the usual scowl who looked around rather lost as to why their potions disappeared so suddenly.

"Class dismissed... write a 9 inch parchment over the potion you chose to create. Don't get used to getting early dismissal, now go!" His harsh tone sent the 3rd years scrambling to grab their belongings, making their way steadily out of the classroom the sound of hushed whispers and clattering of shoes on the stone floor quickly faded as the door closed shut before them.

Snape turned to face Olive whose breathing had gotten harsh, her eyes clamped shut a tight grip on her robes. His features softened reaching out to the girl before she let out a guttural cry, his heart clenching at the unfamiliar sound. Olive's legs gave out, the sound of her knees hitting the ground did nothing for her and no pain compared to the pain she was experiencing at that very moment.

"H-help me..." Before another word left her mouth, he cast a quick muffliato around the room eyeing the girl as her body was flung into the air her body hovering over the air. An ear piercing scream left her mouth, the sharp ringing echoed loudly in his ears shuffling back a couple steps. Waving his wand, a few vials of a deep purple colored potion floated onto his desk, glistening from a small crack of light coming into his room. Severus cast a patronus, staring the doe with an intense stare as he explained the current situation to the professors, the doe splitting up into many speeding off to their destinations leaving the room. A deep pain resonated deep within Snape, hating the fact that all that he could do was watch his goddaughter scream, and not be able to do anything to stop her pain. Olive knew what would happen if she had let her guard down, the powers would take over and she tried her hardest to avoid that. Having only experienced this pain for a millisecond before her mother stepped in, but this pain was only growing. Like you were burning from the inside out except this burning wouldn’t stop, leaving her in a state of no control as her body morphed.

"Fiat ein requiem. Nein requiem meam. Relinquo." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the room, her screams subsided almost right away her body slowly floating down to the floor. The stone floor helped soothe the burning sensation on her warm skin, eyes fluttering open blinking away the blurriness. Madam Pomfrey scurried over to the girl sprawled on the stone floor, grabbing Severus' potion uncorking the vial crouching down to the glowing girl. A soft cry left her lips, parting her mouth for the rich purple liquid to trickle down her throat, feeling the coldness from the potion quickly spreading, starting from her throat all the way up to her flushed cheeks, the sensation making it's way down to her hands and feet.

Remus eyed the girl, Olive's pained body was now resembling her boggart. Her biggest fear... was standing right before him. The waist length locks, small braids in her hair with tiny slivers of gold braided into the hair. Golden eyes were scanning her surroundings, a new aurora surrounding the small girl. Olive locked eyes with Remus, his features looked shock with a bit of sympathy laced in his grey-blue eyes. A small grunt emitted from her throat feeling her body regain control of her actions, letting out a small hiss while trying to sit up, the sound of someone making their way over to her didn't go unnoticed by Olive. Remus wrapped his arm around the pained girl, feeling her body relax at his touch helping the trembling girl back onto her feet, giving her a reassuring smile.

"They took over... I c-couldn't stop it. When I saw myself- I let my guard down long enough for them to take over..." Olives voice croaked out, her eyes widening at how smooth her voice had gotten. Tilting her head to the rings littered across her fingers, the emeralds seemingly familiar to the orbs she saw earlier. Four rings were on both hands, one of the larger rings was closest to her knuckle on her left hand ring finger, a smaller ring snug on her pinky, the Mind Reading stone and the Shape Shifting stone. On her thumb on her right hand hand had a thicker ring with small engravings of waves into the silver, that happened to be the Water stone, and the ring on her middle finger was the Fire stone. The glint of a gold chain hanging around her ankle catching her attention, paying attention to the Earth stone that was split up to form a small heart on her leg. A stinging sensation was brought to her ear, taking small steps forward, the chatter between the adults fading from her mind as she made her way over to a mirror, tucking a strand of her new found long hair behind her ear. Two earrings were embedded into her soft skin, a small stud of the Air stone was in her first hole while the Strength stone was shining brightly behind the stud, as a tiny vine made out of an amber cupped her other ear.

December 22nd, 1993. Hogwarts Corridor. 12:05 pm.

Olivia had her hair braided into two long braids that went down her back, shuffling outside the Great Hall entrance waiting for her two twins to show up. Albus helped her place a charm over her eyes to hide the bright gold, but no matter how many times she chopped her hair off it instantly grew back. The Hogwarts uniform seemed rather bland on her body compared to the intense beauty radiating off of her, her white button up was perfectly hiding how her skin shone brightly. Her earrings were on full display, but she quite liked how it made her seem along with the rings on her tanned fingers. A cough to her left made her head snap to the startling sound, relaxing as she locked eyes with the twins.

"What happened to your short hair?" Fred teased, reaching out a hand to twirl a loose curl around his finger enjoying the way it curled around his long finger perfectly. A grin made it's way onto her face bringing one of the braids to the front, sending Fred a playful wink. George noted how she carried herself differently, she no longer had that tiny sliver of timidness when she first met them. Olive radiated of confidence and authority, something George wasn't accustomed to but he liked how she seemed much happier now.

"A spell gone wrong, but it's fine. Would you like to go in or are we going to be enjoying our food out here?" The twins nodded happily, each wrapping an arm around the younger Hufflepuff whose face was sporting a massive grin. Olive opened the door with the flick of her wand, the two redheaded twins letting out a loud whistle, eyeing the chattering students who were scattered throughout the Great Hall, a few people stared at the three before turning their attention back to their friends. Fred kissed her cheek cheekily, unwrapping his arm from around her, making his way over to Lee Jordan, a boy she'd been introduced to at the beginning of the school year shortly after she met the twins.

Olive turned to face the other twin whose face was a light pink, giving her a soft smile walking her over to her seat. She's always sat near the far end side of the table, closest to the Professors table, either by herself or surrounded by the friends she had made so far into the school year. George and Olive plopped down, enjoying their lunch before George tried to steal the last sandwich his long fingers almost succeeding if it weren't for the short witch slapping his hand.

December 22nd, 1993. The Great Hall. 12:47 pm.

"-and then... and then he slipped in the middle of the dance!" A loud snort left Olive's lips as she tried to contain her laughter, slapping her hand over her reddening face. George had just finished explaining what happened at Yule Ball practice with Fred and his date, his face almost as red as his fiery red hair. Fred had managed to slip on his foot sending him and the girl he was dancing with, tumbling to the floor along with other dancers around them. He wasn't able to look at the girl the same, avoiding mentioning it ever happened and attempted to send spells at anyone who dared to speak of it, which made Olive rather proud of her red headed friend. Placing her hand on George's shoulder trying to muffle her laughter, feeling the soft chuckles subside her cheeks cooling down slightly.

"That was great" Olive chocked out, grasping the golden goblet in front of her taking a small sip of the cooling liquid inside. Setting the goblet down on the dark oak table, shifting to face the grinning boy who happened to already be staring at her. His eyes twinkled in amusement leaning forward slightly to push a strand of her hair back, caressing her cheek softly. Olive felt a tingling sensation spread down to her hands, her breath hitching scooting back from the boys touch. A flash of hurt flashed across his eyes setting his hand back onto the table, taking a swig from his goblet a small trickle of the orange liquid trickled down his throat. Her small fingers reached out to wipe away the liquid, seeing his body tense up slowly setting the metal down, eyeing her cautiously as she inched her way closer to him, cupping his hand into her softly.

"Sorry for pulling away, Georgie... I couldn't have you kissing me because-"

"Because she's got a boyfriend, Weasel. Now get lost" The sound of Draco's voice made her hands quickly detach themselves from Georges, turning her head to look up at his seething face. The sunlight coming from the windows up above made his milky skin have a golden hue to it, his grey eyes were nearly pitch black and narrowed at the red head. Georges face hardened standing up from his position, his body towering over the 4th Year Slytherin, the sound of someone running over to them caught her attention but as she went to turn toward the sound of the footsteps Fred had popped up beside his twin glaring at Draco.

"Back off, Malfoy. Wouldn't want to hurt you in front of our little friend now would we...?" Fred's voice was laced with anger, his eyes darkening as he twirled his wand in front of him cocking his eyebrow at the white haired boy. Draco instinctively tugged his wand out pointing it at the slightly shorter Weasley twin, jabbing his chest harshly before they were both throw back from one another, both of their bodies slamming onto the floor feeling the painful sensation creeping up their backs.

Olive's face was stone hard her brown eyes were now a light golden color, not as vibrant as they had been last night but they were enough to show the change in her. Tucking her wand back into her robe, reaching a hand out to Draco seeing as George had already helped his other half up. Draco's eyes were apologetic, eyes widening as he scanned her golden eyes before he could say anything she had already muttered the spell her headmaster had taught her letting her eyes turn back to normal. Swiveling on her heels to face the twins, giving them an apologetic smile reaching out a hand to the taller twin, grasping her tiny hand in his large hand.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Freddie but you didn't have to... Draco can get overprotective at times but he doesn't mean any harm-"

"Are you defending that...bloody ferret-"

"-after he knocked me back?"

"I knocked you both back, Fred. And don't call him that." Olive gave him a soft smile, patting his hand gently giving him a warm smile. Their faces looked completely an utterly lost, as they eyed the two, before realization washed over George. His eyes softened slightly, letting out a deep sigh as he pulled his hand out of his pocked running his fingers through his long hair. Fred eyed the white haired boy noticing the look he had on his face as he eyed the girl standing before him, proving to him that he truly did care for her. The only reason he knew that just by looking at the two of them, was because Fred always caught his twin brother looking at the curly haired witch in the exact same way.

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Six Figures

This is my book. I decided to post it here because why not. If you’re interested please read the first chapter and let me know what you think :)

Chapter 1: Felix Cadbere The frosty wind winter thrashed across my face. I dragged my legs through the knee deep snow seeing as I was stranded in the middle of a clearing in the Nexiège woods. Nexiège, A land of beauty but full of danger at every turn and traps you couldn’t even imagine. The land is cursed from a forsaken witch who rules over the land. A malevolent, malicious monster who roamed the earth long before she created Nexiège. The wind was pounding against my face as I walked on, making the scars on my face tingle from the falling snowflakes. I grasped the clear crystal pendant that hung on an old leather string around my neck. It fit perfectly in my hand, either intentional or by rubbing it so frequently. The smooth, silver surface of the crystal slided simply over my fingers giving me a sense of security. Suddenly, I hear a rustling from all of the bushes of my surroundings. I scanned the area. The leaves swayed back and forth from the slight breeze passing by. I hear the rustling again. I had put my hand on my gun that I keep tucked securely in my trench coat. I felt the point of something digging into my ribs. A smile slipped onto my face as I turned around with my gun in my hands, and my finger on the trigger ready to fire at any moment. I turn to Mister goody-2-spells himself; Felix Cadbere.

Like always, the young wizard had let his curly dirty blonde hair freely, spring wherever it wished. His cheeks were rosy from the crisp snowy air making his dark blue eyes shine brighter, in the faint sunlight. The intelligence and tranquility in clear to any witness. His dark gray coat was old and possibly from another generation. Under his coat, he wore his usual uniform: a tucked in, button down white shirt and black dress pants. His wand pointed in the general direction of my gut, whilst my gun was aimed at the center of his forehead. His wheezed breathing came out in white puffs as if he were a dragon in the chilly winter air. “Look, Liberty come back to the commuting house and we can help you with your…uh, issue.” Felix declares, still striving for air. I smirked, “The only reason you want me to stop with this so called ‘issue’ is so you can keep the descendents of Merlin going.” I replied sarcastically. I keep my grasp firmly on my pendant. The ‘issue’ Felix was talking about was my pendant. He thought my blessing was a curse. Felix grimaced and brought out a piece of chocolate from his coat pocket. He took a deep breath as if he was going to comment. But I sensed that that would be a long winded speech. Avoiding that speech, I did something that would shock him. I lean over and clutch my teeth over the chocolate. The bewildered expression on his face was nearly, enough for me to let go. “Are you going to take it or are you going to let me have it back?” he asked as he exchanged his bewildered look for a smile. I rolled my eyes back at him, and slipped the chocolate from his glove and into my mouth. I smirked back at Felix putting my gun down. Felix pulled his wand down placing it back into his coat pocket. “Now…” I uttered with my mouth full of chocolate. “What do you want?” I tried not to drop any chocolate from my lips. Felix grinned before continuing. “I am here as a friend and I say this with the adoration and approbation I have for you; I hope you realize that you are going to get yourself killed before the end of this week.” “That’s part of the adventure.” I announced scoffing at his claims. Comments like those made me doubt that he was ever my friend. Felix sighed placing both of his hands on his hips, “You are something aren’t you?” I shrugged. “That’s the way I am, any other comments?” I asked taking my hands off my gun along with my pendant. I then put both hands on my hips. “Yes. You should stop this ‘adventure’ of yours and come back with me.” Felix warned as he crossed his arms. His facial expression explicitly displayed his serious tone, but his eyes danced with desperation and hope that I would accept his proposal. “Why?” I posed smirking, I liked messing with him. “Well, to survive, and in my professional opinion, you should get out of here and lose your pendent.” Felix reasoned, his dirty blonde hair blew in the crisp frost atmosphere.”Besides, the commuting house isn’t all that bad.” I growled. “Look, wise guy…” I began but Felix interrupted me by holding up his hand. “Please, don’t start with me.” Felix warned softly, he sighed “Liberty, I don’t want to see you get hurt. All I came to do was warn you, and that’s all. I’m not going to drag you off by your legs- even though that’s one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long time. But that’s not the point…” While Felix rambled on into inaudible mumbling, I had clutched my pendent once again. The smooth surface softed my annoyance at the young wizard’s insistent commands to the return to the hell he calls home. Just then I heard a branch snap and rustling in the bushes. The leaves sounded as if they were being frantically wrestled in someone’s swift scatter tactic. “Shut up.” I interrupted, clamping my free hand in Felix’s face and lift up my ear to listen. “What are you-“Felix began, I shushed him and keep my ear raised. “Witch.” I whispered grabbing my gun and scanning the area. I heard the rustling again, I press my lips together and scanned the area again. Felix sighed, “See! This is what I mean! For all we know it could be a rabbit or something!” he protested. I rolled my eyes, did he not understand the unfair rules Nexiège plays by? “Shouldn’t you be at Hogwarts?” I questioned sarcastically, not looking up. “You know that’s just a myth…” Felix sighed rubbing his forehead, he began to walk away muttering pure nonsense. I tilted my head hearing Felix shuffle through the snow. Coward, running back home to his I straighten up and looked at him; he turned his back at me. “And just one more thing…” he stated clearly still a tad irritated. I smiled, I had won my battle. “What?” I asked. “That innocent maiden act isn’t quite your strong suit.” Felix grinned before snapping his fingers and with that he was gone. I rolled my eyes and sighed; little did he know how bewitching he was, regardless of how obnoxious as he could be. My thoughts shot back to reality once I heard the rustling again. I held up my gun and inspected the area. “Show yourself!” I called. I gasped at the sight of her. She was sickeningly skinny, her hair was a murky dark green, long tendrils of hair falling in her face as greasy as olive oil and was standing in front of me. Her long sleeved black dress, had snowflakes stuck to the elongated empire skirt she wore along with a cowl neckline. Morgana; is the leader and queen of Nexiège. She is manipulative, an absolute terror and a huge nuisance. Not to mention a huge pain the in ass. I grimaced at the sight of her. “Hello, my dear it’s wonderful to see you again.” The woman remarked in a deep, cooling, terrifying voice. I felt a shiver run down my back. I scowled. “What do you want, Morgana?” I stated coldly. Morgana smirked as her fingers fiddled with the dead ends of her hair. “I’m glad you’re doing well.” she smoothed down her black skirt, removing all the snowflakes clinging on the black fabric preventing them from falling to their doom down on the cold pile of their fellow deceased, and walked over to me. She skimmed her fingers over the ends of my hair, I snatch away quickly. “What do you want?” I repeated spectrally, as I aimed toward her. “My dear, you jump to conclusions very quickly. If I did want something of yours, I would have it already.” Morgana sighed as she began to walk back to where she was standing. I clutched my crystal and held it tight as if it were being yanked out of my grasp. “Yeah, right.” I spatted, caressing the jewel between my fingers. Moregona sighed, “Very well…I guess you’re in no mood to talk then.” I took my shot and fired at her skull, but Morgana quickly countered it with a wave of her hand using a reflecting spell. She pointed her finger at me and a ray of black and white swirl together hurling it towards me. I lunged myself out of the way as the enchantment hit a nearby bush and corroded it rapidly. I raise an eyebrow glancing at it. I swung my head back to Moregona. “Don’t worry dear; it won’t have quite the same result on you.” Her voice turned murky, while she responded to my questioning face. I scowled and aimed my gun at her, she zapped it out of my hands, before I could have a chance to pull the trigger, leaving a deep cut. I ignored the pain and growled at her. She zapped the same ‘hex’ again and I tossed myself in the opposite direction. I landed on my feet with my hair blinding my view. I flipped my silky hair away. I reached into my coat and pulled out one of the knives I always kept in the inside. I sliced it into the air as a warning, she smirked and refuses the admonition. She emitted a new spell, a burgundy beam of lightning came hurdling toward me. I flipped my dagger to its blade and reflected the spell back to Moregona. She dodged it and casted the ray of black and white again. I skidded under the ray and heaved the knife at her. She threw her hands up and a cloud of grey smoke swirls around her and she vanishes, leaving the knife to skiver into the tree behind her. Damnit, I hated it when she does that. The wind blew lightly on my face, once her clouds of grey vanish, I took a moment to catch my breath. I glanced around at the clearing where I sat; trees towering over me, surrounded me and the untouched snow that used to glisten, now seemed to be tattered and decrepit with footprints. Once I deem the area safe to continue, I sighed and I pulled myself up from the snow. My head pounded with a nagging pain. I groaned rubbing my head soon I felt a knot on the back of it. I didn’t remember hitting my head or being hit with anything…at least I thought. Oh well, nothing I wouldn’t be able to ignore over time. I shrugged my shoulders and stumbled over to where my gun had been tossed aside. With a swift swish, I grabbed my gun and continued to the tree that my knife’s blade had been thrusted into. Yanking it out, I shoved it back into my trench coat then began walking again. My vision clouded and darkens. I stumbled, and soon became unable to see what is before me. I dropped to the ground panting, but I tow myself back up. I began flashing back and forth from darkness to reality. My eyesight grews dizzy and I soon fall to my knees. My eyesight gave out for what only felt like a second. To my surprise, once my eyesight returned, I found a pack of Esurae prowling toward me with each a set of furious vibrant orange eyes staring at me and each a set of jagged teeth threatening me. These hungry savages stand on two limping legs, as if they were mimicking zombies. Their arms were curled around their thick white furry bodies as if they were in a straight jacket. They are constantly hungry and hunt creatures that are practically dead. The fact they were coming after me was not a good sign. I attempted to stand back up, once I got back up onto my knees, blackness surrounded me and became my new reality for a mere forever. The blackness died eventually and I returned to the real world to find the Esurae replacing their anger filled eyes with small whimpers of terror. I had shut down once more only to wake up and find a familiar face looking down at me sighing. “I warned you…” Then, it had disappeared as I lose consciousness yet again.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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Written In The Stars Chapter 1

Outside Rivendale all Middle Earth laid silent, unaware of the growing threat in the west...all but those Elrond summoned. Yet those who were most surprised to hear from the elf lord were the royal family of the landless kingdom Mandalay. King Vorris, commonly known as King of the Road shielded his dark eyes from the sun as he stepped from his caravan wagon just outside the northern borders of Bree A small smile danced across his sun kissed lips as he watched his son beat against a drum as his daughter danced to the rhythm. How he loved his children, how could he condemn either of them to the quest presented before him? Moon and Star, the two most precious things in the world to him… “Steluta, Danior,” he called as the fair haired queen left his side to prepare a small caravan to escort one of her children on the journey to Rivendell. Both prince and princess left the dancing circle, pushing back their matching black hair from their matching chocolate eyes and tanned faces, the sun twinkling on the simple shallow crowns they wore, moon on the brother star on the sister as they headed their father's call.

“What is it father?” Steluta's voice rung out as she plucked a draping fabric from her dancing skirt to use to tie back her swirling only waterfall of hair.

“I have been summoned for something of the most dire importance.” The aging king explained. “Or a representative for me in my stead… the question is which of you I send into elflands.”

“What could be so important the tree dwellers call on us for?” Danior asked with a chuckle.

“He would not say.” Vorris answered in a solemn voice as he set a throwing dagger, the signature weapon of their people on the table they had surrounded. Without a second thought Steluta's slender hands snatched the blade with catlike grace.

“I will go...” She stated in a matter of fact tone before looking up to her father's worried eyes. She had heard so much about the beauty of the elflands, long had she yearned to see them. “Please?”

“You were always able to hold your tongue more than I anyway. I'd be likely to start a war between Mandalay and Elves.” Danior joked lightly as their father nodded in agreement that she would be the best option.

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Steluta's eyes widened with see as she entered the gates of Rivendell, pushing back her thick raven curls from her eyes to take in the beautiful glory that sat before her. It was all she heard of and more. A splendid sight to behold indeed. “Excuse me?” She asked in the common tongue, making every effort to be polite to her hosts. “Where may I find Elrond?”

A thin elf with angular features and chestnut hair turned to her, eyeing the layered jewel toned skirts and corsetted blouse she adorned herself in. As she awaited an answer she stepped in to the elvin city further, the light of the sun reflecting off the silver and jewel that sat on her brow, making light dance on the white rose that sat in her hair. “Lord Elrond is in council discussing a matter of great urgency. Whatever business your people has with him will wait Delebdang.” He finally said with an arrogant tone. “Or better yet crawl back to your wagons and pester him not.”

“Oh, I am aware.” She answered, working hard to hold her tongue. “He had sent word to my father Vorris, but the nature of the meeting he would not say.” She paused taking in the distaste for her kind the elf held in his eyes. “Have I arrived too late?”

“Well that must make you Steluta, Mandalay's Star.” The old weathered voice of Gandalf interjected behind her. “No you are not late, but we must hurry.” His hand came lightly on her back as he gestured the way with his other. “Come, I will show you the way.”

She could feel eyes on her as all of the council took their seats, men and dwarf alike confused as to her reason for being here. But she was all too entranced by her surroundings to care about the way others looked on her. She was well aware Elrond had meant for King Vorris himself or her brother Danior to come, no other people would think to send a woman to such a meeting.

“Who is she?” Legolas asked one of his older woodland companions as he watched the fabrics she wore glitter in the sun.

“That is the princess of the road people.” He answered, seeing in her a strong resemblance to her father. “Be weary of her. Her people are known to be swindlers. Her family claims royalty with no kingdom to rule.” Her hair whipped across into her tanned face as she turned to narrow her eyes to the elf that dared insult her. Legolas's eyes widened just a bit at the wild fiery gaze. “And they have an ill temper.” He added as he watched her stare daggers into him. Mirkwood and The Roaming Kingdom having had sour dealings since the prince was just a babe, long before her birth. Now she could see the disrespect...the arrogance. Her kingdom may not have a fortress or lands of their own...but their spread was vast, it would have been wise for them to recognize the royal family of the roaming people for what they were.

“Greetings to the great Lord Elrond.” She said eloquently showing the Elvish Lord the respect he deserved in his home. “I regret to inform my brother nor father are able to join you, they instead have sent the most precious Star of Mandalay.” She explained.

“Times of great distress rarely come conveniently. Though I do hope you share the talents of your father I was hoping for.” He returned with a polite nod.

“I do great sir. But may I ask, what great distress is so terrible that you call on my people for aid?”

“A great danger that aims to threaten all peoples.” He gestured toward the council circle. “Come, all will be clear soon.”

Elrond explained the ring to all who sat.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Gimli grumbled as he rose swinging his axe only to be thrown back by the power of the impact.

“It cannot be destroyed by any weapon.” The Elf lord explained sternly before turning to the roaming princess. “Lady Star, your people bare the gift of foresight, are you able to look into the future of this ring?”

She stood, hesitating before placing her long slender fingers over the dull gold, refusing to touch it as she closed her eyes, face straining with pain as she felt the fires of Mt Doom engulfing her. “The ring is evil...its will is strong. It wishes to return to its master by any means. To take it from the lands of Middle Earth will only delay the destruction. But I see fire burning hot and bright in the pits of Mordor…” She pulled the hand away, cradling it against her chest , still able to feel the flames burning her flesh. “If we were to cast it into the fires of Mt Doom where the ring was made it will be undone.”

The bickering among all the representatives of the people of middle earth soon began. “You think we should trust a Delebfura woman to take the ring? That is madness!” One of the elves griped with a bitter tone.

Fire sat in her dark eyes eyes as she turned to him...at least she thought it was a him, to her they all looked vaguely feminine. “I did not leave my people to be insulted by a beardless weed eater!” She barked back at him.

“Your mere presence is an insult! Leave it to the swindlers to send a woman!”

“I may be woman I have more fighting spirit than any string pulling tree dweller!”

It was the small hobbit who ended the argument as he stood announcing that he would take the ring, but he would need help.

“You have my sword.”

“And my bow.” Her eyes narrowed toward the elf prince as she watched him rise.

Seeing the elf volunteer the dark princess was quick to stand as well, she wouldn't have Mirkwood show up her people. “And my blades.” She added as she stood, each hand coming to rest on a throwing dagger fixed to her hips.

Legolas looked her up and down, with such layers of free flowing skirts and fabrics wrapped around her for what looked like little more than fashion this was a statement he would have to see proven himself. “A woman doesn't belong in such a journey.” One of his companions protested.

“Actually I can not think of a better traveling companion for such a quest than one of the roaming kingdom. Her precognitive abilities may prove useful to you.” Steluta nodded, pleased with the wisdom of the elf lord as others stepped forward, volunteering their loyalty to the cause.

As the meeting came to a close Boromir smiled down to the princess. “So good to see you again little star.” He greeted with a friendly hug. It had been far too long since his eyes last laid of the fair princess known as The Star of Mandalay. “I was so worried my being called away would interfere with our annual meeting.”

With a light smile she embraced him. “You as well Boromir. My heart sings that our paths have crossed again.” She could swear he grew more ruggedly handsome every year...a far cry from the young son of Denethor she met so many years ago.

So many others looked to her as if she carried a curse, being born of the wanderers, but never him. No, he knew her worth, both in song and battle. “The journey will be a kind one with the princess of the roads on our side.” He added with a soft adoring stroke of her cheek, coaxing her smile to grow as she looked up to him, flattered.

#lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #legolas x oc #tolkien #fanfiction

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dreamstormdragon · 6 years

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Project(s) round up-ish, for October 2018!

Yep, it’s that time again, for this lover of all things crafting back on her excitement for what she’s been making. So without further adieu let’s see what I’ve conjured up in this lovely month of Halloween (expect a part two, still fishing out decorations and costumes for my dolls)

My new scarf! This was made in Caron Cakes, Cinnamon Swirl, used about half the ball and I still have half left! It’s a really long scarf too about five feet long (which is as much as I am tall. Word to the wise - you want your scarf to be as long as the person your making it for, so they can get all warm and snuggly with it unless you wanna go for the shorter type of scarf)

Now, when I was at the craft store, twice now I’ve found super duper cute Halloween socks, that just HAd to get in my cart, one of them being these adorable socks with unicorn skeletons on them... and thus, two of my girls got some new duds.

GASP. Vala... ACTUALLY GOT CLOTHES!? AND THEIR FOR A YOUNG LADY HER AGE!? YES. YES IT IS TRUE.

Yeah, bit of a running joke around here, Vala here barely has anything that suits her current character personality, and dressing her in her old frilly, extra super girly clothes just doesn’t fly around here anymore. It feels weird. So, unlike last year where I stuck her in a new shirt and her jeans and called it good, I made her an entire outfit from scratch. I wanted it to be different from her past sweaters and outfits, so I took leftovers from Noah’s lovely sweater (fit her like a glove, instantly) and made Vala a one sleeved number. Then the pants came next with this cute bat fabric. I’m really pleased with both, since the skeletons look cute but also a little spooky. (This is as close to a kelpie sweater as I’m probably gonna get so I’ll be pleased)

Close up of Noah’s sweater, honestly the hardest part was deciding which side goes front, since both had an abundance of unicorn sweaters. This side won, cause of the epic laying on it’s back unicorn.

Vala’s full outfit, just really happy in general with how it looks. Feels like it’s something her character would wear if she got her hands on it (or if someone knitted it for her. Wisp has yarn crafts too!)

SPEAKING OF!

Oh good goddess, this dress... THIS DRESS. I am so happy with how it looks, but boy was it a bit of a chore to figure out. I used size 10 crochet thread, first working up the bottom part of the skirt and then working upwards, alternating each row with a different thread. Took me about a day to finish, but hooo boy did it murder my fingers. I think I was out of commission crochet wise for a few days. Same day I finished the shawl I started it.

And that’s it for now. Expect more later!

#crochet #sewing #bjds #dolls #ball jointed dolls #halloween #halloween bjd #neo-angelregion Ren #Resinsoul Bei #Jun Planning Ai #Jun Planning Ai Leucocoryne #ai doll #ball joint doll #legit bjd #pro-artist

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polizwrites · 6 years

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2018 Fandom Projects List

I was tagged by the wonderful and talented @belovedmuerto - who has some fun-sounding project in store for the year!

Rules: list all the projects you want to work on this year, then tag however many people to do the same.

First up, I need to finish Forging the Shield - the pre-war Stucky a/b/o fic. I should be able to wrap things up with one last chapter, bringing the total to seven and somewhere around 17k total. I'm posting chapters weekly, so this should wrap up the third week of February.

By then, I have a feeling that the expanded/revamped version of Time Out of Joint that I'm collaborating on with @tisfan will be in good shape to go up on Ao3. This a MultiVengers fic with time-travel hijinks that we're having quite a bit of fun with!

Carry On, Wayward Sons (post CA:CW StarkQuill) is still very much up in the air, in terms of what these two boys are up to, but I have Vague Ideas and hope to do the pairing justice.

Then there's the sequel for To Shield From The Storm, which is waiting in the wings with a couple of scenes sketched out. It needs research, since I'm sticking as close to canon as I can, given the alpha!Steve/omega!Tony premise.

The Subtle Briar - I REALLY need to get this fic going again, as I adore Peggy Carter and I think this alternate origin for her could be a lot of fun to write. Canon-level Steve x Peggy is the eventual end game, pairings-wise, but I expect the rating will remain Gen/Teen. Don’t expect to see this any time soon, as it’s sitting somewhere around 2k on paper for the first major act with a few plotty bits sketched out and several further elements still to be jotted down. If anyone is interested in beta/cheer-reading, HMU.

Then there's Remember, Then Follow -- I've got the first chapter of thisTony POV post CA:CW Siberian scene written, with notes on a few more chapters, but this will need a lot of time & effort to live up to its title.

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I'm also trying to step out of my comfort zone in terms of writing this year by signing up for some writing challenges/contests (eep!)

For example, I signed up for the Avenging Comes in Tiny Packages contest that @ifdragonscouldtalk is running, with a deadline in April. I've got almost 3k written on a fic already, but it's veering too far from the intent of the contest (deaged!Tony or dad!Tony with de-aged Avengers) to work; however, I think I can re-write the same set of events from the kid!Tony POV to submit for the contest, and post the current version as is at some other point.

@tisfan is heading up a Tony Stark Bingo Challenge with signups running 1 Apr - 10 May and cards going out on 29 May. Due date is TBD.

Then there's being a guest writer for @imaginetonyandbucky -- I've only filled one prompt so far, but probably ought to try to find another that catches my fancy. Although I have my own prompt in mind that would fit quite well on the blog -- I need to check with @potrix-the-queerschlaeger to see if that would be kosher!

As for non-writing projects - I have some Captain America fabric and a pattern for a gored skirt that I want to make in time for Wizard World Chicago in August.

I'm tagging: @reioka, @orbingarrow, @ashes0909, @bill-longbow and any of my other writing mutuals who'd like to share their lists!

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Shadows Mind: Murder - Prelude part one

Title: Shadows Mind: Murder

Chapter: 1/?

Character/Pairing: Adam Carson/OFC; Hunter Burgan/Jade Puget; Davey Havok

Genre: Angst; AU

Rating: T

Summary: In a time of devestating war and destruction, five young children witnessed their world come crashing down before them. Twenty years later, they have risen above the chaos to lead their once war-torn land, Allyria, into an era of peace. But the serenity they have brought may only be the calm before the storm as a powerful force from beyond their kingdom threatens to tear their world, their kingdom and their lives apart. Can they rise above the wreckage or will Allyria fall into the darkness building steadily on the horizon? Written with FadingStar. In-Complete

Authors Notes/Warnings: Nothing in this piece ever happened. I claim no ownership nor do I make any sort of profit from this, other than pride and a sense of amusement. Graphic depictions of violence. Death.

Prelude 12

“Is it coming along well, love?” a soft voice asked. A boy, slender and young, most likely twelve, at first sight, looked up and around from where he was seated with a book in his lap, back pressed against a rather large oak tree. The boy, named David, but more commonly called Davey, smiled at the approaching figure of a woman. By the small mouth, lean angular features, and river of midnight tresses that they shared, it was easy to see that the two were related, the only real differences being in their builds, sexuality, and eye color. Davey’s eyes were brown, soft and quiet, like that of a doe’s, while the woman’s were a bright, confident, green.

“Very well, mother,” Davey told her. He had a soft voice, again something that seemed to have been given to him by the woman standing above, as quiet as his eyes and just as warm, when he wanted it to be. Right now, as he beamed up at his mother, he did indeed desire that quality, and gave it to her. Those who knew this boy would sometimes say they felt privileged for that warmth, it could be that impassioned, at times. “I’ve gotten nearly a quarter’s way through it since this morning.”

“That’s very good, David,” she said, showing yet another trait her son had received through her, as she gave him back the warmth of his smile with her own. “But do you understand what you have read?” She smoothed back her simple but nicely tailored skirts as she sat down cordially beside her boy in the soft spring grass. Watching her, Davey, even after so many years, could not help but to be awed with almost every move that his mother made. She exuded some sort of unearthly grace, like there were no bones in her body, just some sort of poetry of blood, sinew, and elegance that made even a breath by her seem artistic. Her large, doll-like, yet soul piercing eyes, met his, telling her son she expected a good answer.

“I think what Master Thais is to convey to the reader is that reason alone cannot guide one through life,” Davey said, closing up his book to show he was not drawing any knowledge from it. Or at least he was giving her his own interpretation of what the knowledge within the text. “That you have to also allow your emotions and instincts to lead you. That you should embrace both mortality and divinity to become a person who is complete with the world.”

“And is that a possible?” she asked, a grin lighting her emerald eyes. “Can a human perceive with all of those things? Think for themselves in that way, David?”

Davey regarded her in silence, knowing this was a test. Marcielle Marchand was always giving him these little tests, it was her way of keeping his mind sharp, shaping it to be as wise as her own. And Marcielle, as the headwoman for their little seaport village, was very wise indeed. She had to prove it often enough, and not only just because her position required it, but because her sex coupled with it demanded it. Marcielle had proven that her title was well given many times, gaining respect from even the harshest of her male critics within Mendel Cove.

“Well, I believe that, many people are capable of that, Mother,” he began after thoughtful silence. “Really, no one, who is born with the necessary mental position, is not capable of it. The problem, however, is that many people do not wish to be capable of it and ignore the gift of their conscious.”

Davey resisted a complacent smile as his mother quirked a slender ebony brow at those words. Being self–assured, he reminded, himself, was the first step to self–destruction. Marcielle had ingrained that within his mind from the cradle, and he would not be so foolhardy to forget it now. Still though, he allowed himself to be just the tiniest bit pleased on the inside that he had given her an answer she both liked and had not fully expected him to speak.

“Hmm...explain your thesis, son,” she finally said, Davey could see, with glee, she too was trying to hide a smile, one of pride. Pride was also a brick on the roadway of self–destruction.

“Generally, people don’t want to possess this capability because it’s just easier for them to ignore it,” he said. “Human beings, by nature, find more reason and pleasure by taking the easiest path in life. What path in life is easier than allowing their conscious to be lead? It’s a point proven in the fabric of government, religion, and war. Without willing followers and leaders then not one of those institutions would be possible in the slightest.”

Marcielle gazed at her son for several more long moments, her eyes guarded and secretive as they ever were. Just when Davey had begun to doubt himself though, she was smiling again, gently, just a touch of pride in her verdant irises. She reached up to pass a long fingered hand through his black tresses.

“Your answer is good,” Marcielle said, a smile, as bright and warm as the delicate May sunshine that flooded the little field in which they sat. “I daresay your father would be inclined to agree with you.”

Davey blushed a little from the compliment. His father, a scholar, had died when he was barely two. Lyell had been a man greatly respected in the cove for his intellect, greatly respected along the whole Sapphire Coast, his mother had always loved to tell the story of the day one of great Lords came to Mendel Cove, seeking Lyell’s advice. In all truth, Davey greatly enjoyed that tale as well, it was one of those eternally aching, secret, wishes that many keep to converse with his father, to know the man he had been. But it was one that he could never have, save for his dreams, so he tried his best not to contemplate it very much. He didn’t believe in false hopes.

“You know,” his mother spoke, jerking him from his inner musings. “In all honesty, I didn’t expect you to be here, doing your school work today.”

It was Davey’s turn to raise a single black eyebrow. “And why is that?” he questioned. “Have I ever disobeyed you before, when it came to my studies, Mother?”

“No, you’ve never really disobeyed me yet,” she told him, an amused light in her eyes keeping her plush red lips turned up. “But I simply told you that this book would be your reading for the day, my love. I told you not a word about finishing it. It’s such a lovely day, I did not actually think you would have the restraint to sit here and read it.” His mother’s eyes flicked towards the harbor that the little field which they sat in, overlooked.

Davey smiled as he finally caught the gist of her words. On a day like today a twelve year old such as Davey should very much be sailing down the coast with his friends in his close companion, Adam’s, little boat. The thought had indeed passed his mind, but there were circumstances beyond his control that prevented the plan. Of which he told his mother.

“Hunter’s father needed help down at his workshop,” he explained. “Jade’s little brother ran off and his mother sent him off to fetch him. Kali had a row with her mother this morning, so the priestess ordered her to her rooms all day. Adam said it wouldn’t be any fun with just the two of us, so he went to spend time with his father. There was nothing else for me to do, so...” he raised his book with a chuckle that his mother joined in with.

“Ah, well, perhaps you should go and see if Rissa has let Kali out then?” Marcielle suggested, continuing to preen her boy’s midnight locks. “Or just track her down, because I assure you she is out.” His mother gave a small laugh. “I saw her headed towards the practice yards. I think her intentions were to convince Adam to spar. A pity, her mother had set her hair up in such a lovely little plait.”

Davey laughed outright at the thought of Kali with her hair neatly arranged, it did not suit his friend at all and he decided at once he must see if it were true. It would be a wonderful thing to tease her over if it was.

“Go on,” his mother chuckled, prying the book gingerly from his fingertips. “Go, have fun with your friends, David. Childhood doesn’t last long, my love.” Davey smiled at his mother, adoring her all the more for her generosity and understanding as much for her unthinking grace, and leaned into kiss her on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mother,” he told her sincerely after pulling away and standing.

“You’re welcome, dear,” she told him with equal love in her eyes. Her smile became playful as she took the book and gave him a gentle swat on the rear. “Now off with you! Don’t give me time to rethink my offer, child.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, and without another thought or word had started running towards the slope of the cliff, the gentle curve that separated away from the rock face on it’s left side.

Marcielle watched her only child go, beaming in a way that only a happy mother could. She was right, she knew, childhood would not last long for her boy.

Across town, the wide blue eyes of another boy stared in wonder at the man seated before him, listening intently to the tale falling from his lips. Behind him the light crackle of the fire filled the room. Each word that filled the air captivated him. It didn’t matter that he had heard them a hundred times over. Every time they seemed to take a on a new life, they changed and for that reason alone, Adam Carson would sit and listen to them a hundred times over again.

At just barely thirteen years old, Adam had spent his entire life in the small seaside village of Mendel Cove, dreaming of the people and lands his father had spoken of in his stories. He wanted nothing more than to make his way into the world, to find the honor and the glory his father spoke of. To become a soldier as his father had been. When he wasn’t helping his father run the small, but successful, shop in the center of the village, he was in the training fields in the soldier’s fort with anyone willing to spar.

More often than not, his sparing partner were his friends Hunter and Kali. He had known both for as long as he could remember. They had spent many a summer’s day sneaking off to the training fields along with their less combative friends, Davey and Jade, often times staying there until the sun began to set over the rolling waves of the sea, sparring and chasing each other around the archery targets. The soldiers still occupying the fort had been long time friends with Adam’s father and simply laughed off the children’s antics.

Truth be told, Adam enjoyed sparring with Kali far better than he did with the rest of their small group. The only girl in their midst, Kali was light and quick on her feet, she made him work twice as hard, never let him off his guard, and he was the better fighter for it. With each practice, it became apparent, within their little group, that Kali and Adam were going to be the ones truly excelling at the combative arts.

Garret Carson knew of his son’s activities, and while he did not approve, he knew there was little he could do to stop him. Adam had inherited his mother’s stubbornness and determination, something Garret both cherished and cursed. Lisette Carson had been a strong-willed and passionate woman., that was one of the many reasons Garret had fallen in love with her. She was full of bright ideas and big dreams, helping her husband build his shop and working there each and everyday, morning til dusk even after she had found out she was with child.

Lisette had passed away shortly after giving birth to their tiny son and Garret had taken it harder than any had expected. For the first few months of his young child’s life, he barely spent a moment’s time with the boy, throwing himself into the shop. Rissa, Kali’s mother had acted both as wet nurse and mother in that time. As priestess and a close friend of both Lisette and Garret, she could see no other path for herself.

As the months slowly passed by, Garret began to warm to his son, his only remaining link to the woman he cherished. He watched his son grow into a bright and active child, questioning and full of life as his mother had been. And Garret supported and encouraged that quality in him. It would serve him well as he grew, though he did his best to instil the importance of family, of loyalty to those you love, in Adam’s mind. He had learned the hard way just how quickly life could be snatched away.

“Adam,” the soft voice of a young boy echoed from beyond the door, accompanied by several steady knocks. Garret paused his tale, looking up thoughtfully at the boy before him. With a nod, Adam pulled himself to his feet, lumbering quickly to the door. With a steady tug, pulled it open to discover his friend, Davey, staring at him with his signature smile.

“You finally pulled your nose out of that book,” Adam teased. It was well known, amongst the group, that the boy standing before him absorbed knowledge like a sponge, reading any and everything his mother placed in front of him. When he was able to pull himself away, even for a moment, his friends were there tease him, lovingly of course, about it.

Davey simply cocked his eyebrow. “At least I can read,” he countered with a knowing smirk.

“Oh hush, you.” It was not to say that Adam did not have the ability to read, he simply saw little value in it. He could read the orders at the shop and the signs along the town, but beyond that he saw no use for reading. He would be a soldier, what did he need books for?

“I think that will conclude our tale for the time being,” Garret called from inside the darkened cottage. Adam turned quickly towards his father, saddened to not hear the conclusion of the story, but hopeful that he would be allowed to head out, even for a few hours. “You boys go and entertain yourselves, but mind my boat, you hear. If she comes back maimed, you will both get a beating neither of you have ever dreamed of.” This was added with a smile, though the boys faces had grown considerably paler. “And mind you to keep Kali out of trouble, I know she’ll be heading out with you. She has that knack of falling into it, though sometimes I wonder if it’s the company she keeps.” Garret raised a knowing eyebrow.

Adam and Davey both chuckled nervously before uttering “Yes sirs” and scrambling out the door into the bright light of the village square. After several rapid blinks, Adam’s eyes adjusted to the severe and sudden change of light. “Do you know if Kali’s made her way out of her mother’s clutches yet?” he questioned, his eyes falling upon his shorter companion. “What exactly happened this time?”

“Most likely. You know Kali, she’s probably heading our way as we speak,” He let loose a chuckle, “I fear Priestess Rissa’s tried to put her in a dress again.”

Adam chuckled at that as well, “I’ve yet to see Kali in a dress and I think I’ll die the day I do.”

“It will certainly be a surprise,” Davey chuckled along with his friend. A comfortable silence fell over the two boys as they made their way into the town.

“Do you think we can wrestle Hunter away from his father for a few hours?”

“We could try,” Davey answered with a shrug, “Maybe we can catch up with Jade as well, help him track down that infernal pain in the side he calls a brother.”

“Lord help Smith when Jade finds him,” Adam added, shaking his head, “He’s probably furious.”

“He certainly seemed that way when earlier. I don’t even think he waved us goodbye.”

“Aye, we’ll find them soon enough,” Adam added as the two boys continued down the dirt and cobblestoned path leading through the heart of their village, both their minds set on the adventures this day would bring.

“Damn, her,” a very agitated young girl swore as she looked at her neatly braided and arranged mass of black hair in the dingy mirror that had been set up in her room. She screwed up her pretty face, violet eyes snapping at the image created with the hairstyle. “Damn her!” Her fists, though small, clenched and unclenched menacingly as she looked from her laughable hair in the mirror, to the corner of the room where very recently a freshly stitched lavender dress had been hung over the back of a chair. Kalika Sirenidae, more commonly called Kali, was not a happy girl that day.

She looked out her window, past the sycamore that had grown close to the cottage, over the town square, and to the peacefully lapping waves of the sea. With a pout, she remembered where she was supposed to be at the moment, sailing close along the shore in her friend’s boat. Supposed to be at least, but Kali’s plans had altered after a fight with her mother in regards to her hoydenish nature. Priestess Rissa had informed her only child that she was to start acting like a proper young woman, and stop running amuck with the group of boys she had known all her life as well as desist with her combat studies down at the soldier’s fort. Kali cared nothing for her mother’s commands and told her so quite emphatically, which, seeing as she had been locked in her bedroom until she agreed to wear the dress, had not been received by the Priestess so warmly.

Kali growled deep in her throat at the lilac monstrosity in the corner of her room, as if it silently mocked her, advocating itself as the source of her plight. The violet eyed girl agreed with it, and, deciding to pay both it and her mother back, ran to pull on her breeches and boots. She knew as soon as she started to pull her clothes on that this probably was not one of her better, more prudent ideas. She would get caught, she always did, but she would do it nonetheless, and probably would many times in the future. Kali wasn’t always careful, no, but she had enough guts to make up for it at times.

Kali had just finished lacing her boots and was about to climb out her window into the sycamore, when a silvery flash on her bedside table caught her eye. The girl almost kicked herself for forgetting the object, a long dagger in a plain sheath, oddly enough given to her by her mother. It was Kali’s most treasured possession and she’d been taught to use it, though the opportunity to do so had yet to arise. Whether or not she ever wanted to have that opportunity, she didn’t know, but she buckled it to her waist nonetheless before climbing out onto her widow ledge and leaping out, grabbing hold of the nearest branch.

This was a practice the Priestess’ daughter was more than accustomed to, and next to her friend, Jade, who was occasionally called Squirrel for his tree climbing savvy, she was the best. In a matter of seconds, Kali had scuttled from limb to limb, until she was within range of the ground. With one last heave of her body, she dropped down to the earth, landing like a cat on her heels and palms. Well, almost, Kali hadn’t been paying attention to where her hands went and felt the skin on the heel of her right palm split as a rather sharp rock she hadn’t noticed buried itself into the flesh there.

Giving a slight hiss, she jumped up, picking the rocks and gravel away from the wound to look it over. It was a nice gash, deep and trickling with crimson to stain down her wrist and shirt sleeve. If she had been a normal twelve year old girl she would have been crying and running to her mother to fix it. Kali, however, was not a very normal girl, proven by her more than strange eyes, hair, and now, by the fact that the skin on her hand was starting to pull itself together.

Kali was not sure how she could do this, how her body would do this to itself, mend on its own so fast, but it very well did. Once when she was five, she had spilled hot oil from the temple alter all over herself, almost everyone was sure she was going to be blind, if not scarred for life, but that hadn’t happened at all. The skin had bubbled and cracked and within an hour’s time, the bloody, raised, flesh had been replaced by scar tissue, by the following morning, the skin was as smooth as nothing had ever happened. It might have very well been dismissed as a dream, if she had not seen her body repair itself on later dates. She had asked her mother about this thing, about many things, thinking perhaps it had to do with her father, no one save for Priestess Rissa knew who he was, but her mother was tight–lipped about it. Kali knew no more about why her eyes were violet, or why purple tendrils grew amidst the black in her hair, or why her body could do what it did, than any one else. Her mother always said it would be something she would hear when she was older. The Priestess had been saying that since Kali was two, and the girl, needless to say, had grown tired of the runabout. Long ago Kali had accepted she was less than normal, her friends accepted it, and so she stopped thinking about it. Or at least she stopped admitting to do so.

When the skin on her hand had scabbed together nicely Kali dusted herself off, and looked about. No one of importance who might alert her mother to her departure seemed to be standing about, so she took off from beneath the sycamore tree at a sprint, a destination already in mind. Adam would be free, he was always free, and when she had gotten hold of him perhaps they could convince Davey to put his book down for awhile. After they got Davey then they could run by Hunter’s and help him finish his many chores, and after that track down Jade, who could be across the countryside, looking for Smith, and help him out. After that Kali estimated they should have close to until sunset to do as they pleased.

Slinking down the streets she, tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, though with her hair and the fact that it was her she was probably a bit down on her luck already. But save for the fact that she thought she saw Marcielle Marchand looking at her as she jogged down the street, away from the temple and it’s adjacent cottage that she shared with her mother, Kali remained virtually unnoticed as any other day. She was quite proud of that fact, and her head became a little bit stuck in the clouds as she ran along, remaining there, unnoticing of the world around her, until she literally turned about a corner and ran into her destination.

Adam gave a deep “oomph!” as Kali’s lithe frame hit his lanky one, stumbling back a few paces at the collision while Kali herself nearly bounced back on her rear. Nearly, she was saved from that humiliation (and soreness) by the quick thinking of the other half of her goal. Quicker than a blink Davey had skittered past the stumbling Adam to grab hold of her wrist, and giving a tug that was surprisingly strong for a boy of his size, pulled her upright. Kali stumbled a bit from the force of that, but was caught again, as Adam reached out to lay a hand on both her and Davey’s shoulders, steadying her and keeping her from knocking into the black haired boy.

The three looked at one another for a few moments as they regained both composure and balance before cracking smiles and beginning to laugh, Adam half keeling over as he held his belly.

“You’re a real wreck, Kal, you know that right?” the tallest of the boys laughed, looking up with mirthful tears in his eyes at his sole female companion.

“You mean she causes them,” Davey chuckled, breathlessly happy himself.

“Oh hush, the both of you!” Kali tried to sound stern, but felt the futility of the attempt due to the smile playing across her lips.

“My gods!” Adam suddenly gasped, making both his friends, jump, the smiles disappearing from their faces.

“What?” Davey and Kali chorused together, slight alarm ringing in their eyes.

“Kal—what in the name of the gods–your hair!” Adam exclaimed, right before holding his stomach as he began to laugh again, Davey took a quick look at Kali before joining him.

Kali’s purple eyes lit up with a spark of that hellfire she’d shown to her mother just that morning, remembering she hadn’t bothered to take her hair out of it’s elaborate plate before sneaking out, and scowled at her friends, Adam in particular. While Davey at least tried to stop, Adam only began to giggle more, breaking the last straw upon the girl’s back. With a rather loud roar, she leapt upon Adam, taking them both to the ground as she began to pummel him. Davey moved out of the way of the ball his two friends became as they tumbled, laughing as they started throwing punches at one another.

“To hell with you, Carson!” she shrieked as she hit. “I didn’t do this to myself you know!”

“Nope, your mummy did!” he cackled, blocking some hits while returning others.

“Bastard!” she growled.

“You would know!” he taunted back.

“Okay enough, you two!” Davey said, reaching down to grab their hands, fingers balled into fists ready to smash into one another. Davey’s touch calmed them both immediately, and they relaxed, Adam allowing his hands to fall to his sides, while Kali jerked hers away. There was tense silence for few seconds as Adam lay on the ground, Kali straddling his waist, glaring down at his chest, Davey watching them both with his arms crossed. Finally Adam gave a sigh and sat up, and in one quick motion passed his hand through Kali’s disheveled hair, his hand returning with the tie that held it up on the end. Laying the tie down he ran the hand back through her violet and jet mange, tousling so that it was wild about her face.

“There,” he said with a half smile, leaning up further to replace the tie in a haphazard fashion, and very Kali way, about her locks. He pulled a few stray tresses down into her eyes, obscuring her piercing violet gaze just a bit. “Much better. Girl hair doesn’t suit you, Kal.”

Kali grinned. “Yeah I know,” she giggled before jumping up. She held out her hands to him, and Adam accepted them, allowing the girl to pull him onto his feet.

Davey smiled, knowing things were, as always, very fine between Kali and Adam, as they turned grins upon him. “Come on,” he said beckoning with his left hand. “We’ve still got Hunter and Jade to collect yet, don’t we?”

“Ugh–huh!” both his friends laughed in unison before all three began a run up the cobblestone street, back the way Kali had come along. The sole girl among the friends smiled as she sprinted between Adam and Davey, she was not going to become a proper young lady today.

The wooden box dug heavily into his tiny shoulder, a grimace of pain flashing through his blue eyes. He was not a slight boy by any means, but at twelve years old, Hunter Burgan was stronger than some of the boys twice his age. This, he did not doubt, came from the hours he spent working along side his father, Samien, in the small carpentry shop he owned on the outskirts of the village.

Work was demanding and often times straining for the young boy, but Hunter knew that by doing this, he was helping to put food on his family’s table. And with the way times were, his family needed all the help they could possibly get.

Hard times had fallen on the Burgan household after Hunter’s mother, Kira, had fallen ill shortly after her son’s first year of life. At the time, none were sure the young wife and mother would survive, but Samien had never given up hope on the woman he loved. He poured nearly all of their savings into finding a cure, a treatment, anything for his wife.

Countless doctors and months later, his prayers were finally answered. Though the illness had left Kira unable to bear more children or even carry on the working life she had once lead, she was alive. But things, life, had forever been altered for the young family. Money was scarce and with the care Kira still required, they barely earned enough to keep food on the table. This burden fell heavily on both Samien and young Hunter’s shoulders.

From the time Hunter was able to walk on his own, he worked to help his father in the shop. Little things at first, greeting customers, holding tools. But as he grew, so did his tasks. Now he worked along side his father on many of his jobs. In what little spare time he could find, Hunter was off sparring and playing with his friends.

The five of them had done so for as long as the young boy could remember. And it was with them that Hunter felt most at ease. He could escape the frustration and tension that settled around the Burgan household like a dense fog. Though he never fully understood it, it was something Hunter could not deny. He could see it in his father’s eyes, feel it in his mother’s silence, in the way they spoke to one another.

With a grimace, he placed the box heavily down on the workbench next to his father. The man sat, his entire attention focused on the small chest before him. It was a wedding gift for the daughter of one of the villages prominent families. The detail requested of the piece had kept Samien locked in his shop for the past several days, only emerging when his body could no longer stand the lack of food or sleep. But the pay was quite well, and for the Samien would suffer through the frustration. That pay was so desperately needed.

“I’ve finished the box,” Hunter whispered softly, knowing that by speaking now he risked breaking his father’s concentration and invoking the short temper he had so acutely developed.

“Leave it be, son,” his father only mumbled in reply. The last thing he wanted to do was drag his only child into this mess. Into something he had little control over.

Hunter merely nodded, turning from the workbench and heading back to the far corner of the shop to return to the few other pieces his father had asked for his help in finishing. As he passed by the window, he watched the sun beam down on the people passing by, wishing, not for the first time, that he could be outside with them, enjoying the day. But he knew that was impossible and though he hated that fact, he understood.

Settling himself at his own small desk, Hunter turned his attention to the shelf sitting before him. He allowed himself to become engrossed with his work, barely pausing when he heard the door from to the shop open softly.

“Samien,” the soft voice of his mother filled the quiet shop. His father merely grunted in return, his attention focused solely on the task before him. But Hunter could sense a change in the room. The all to familiar tension that seemed to radiate around them. “Samien,” she called again.

He turned to face the doorway, eyes falling on his wife’s frail form, questioning why she had come in the first place. She hated that stare. Hunter forced himself to focus more intently on the piece before him, trying with all his might to block out the world around him. Block out the tension surrounding him.

“You’ve been in this room all day....I thought you might want to come back to the house for something to eat. To get a bit of fresh air,” she posed softly. “You’re always cooped up in here.”

“I’m here because I’ve got no other choice, Kira. We need to eat and we can’t very well do that without money.” His voice was soft and even, but there was little mistaking the frustration in it.

Kira physically shrunk backwards at his verbal assault, knowing what role she and her illness played in it. “I was merely suggesting. Plus it would give the boy a chance to run around for a bit. He needs to be a child. He only has so many years of childhood left, you can’t keep him cooped up in here forever.”

Hunter froze at her words, his mind wandering back several hours. Kali, Adam, and Davey had all come by, smiling and ready to bring him along as they took Adam’s father’s small boat out onto the harbor for a few hours, only to be turned away. Samien had done so with a heavy heart, hating the disappointment he saw flashing in his son’s eyes.

“Do you not think I know that, Kira?” Samien’s voice rose with each word that feel from his lips. “Don’t you think I would rather see my son, my only child, outside enjoying life? Enjoying everything while he still has that chance? Do you think I want this for him, Kira? If I had a choice in the matter he wouldn’t be in here! But I don’t have that say. I lost it a long while ago. This is the only choice I have! The only one we have, so do not speak of matters you know so little about!”

“Don’t,” she shot back, her voice raising as well. “This is not solely my fault. I didn’t ask for this to happen, Samien. I didn’t chose it!”

The silence that filled the small shop was deafening. Hunter wanted nothing more than to run, to get as far away from this, from them, as he possibly could. But his limbs, it seemed, were made of lead and refused his mind’s every command. Stop, he pleaded silently. Please stop.

He hated this. Hated how even the smallest of things brought forth such bitterness in the two people he cared for most. He could see the hurt and guilt in his mother’s eyes, the frustration and pain in his father’s face. The way they stared each other down, each waiting for the other to say something more. To challenge the other.

Slowly, he found himself able to stand, though he had no idea where he would go. The only exit to the shop was where Kira currently stood and the last thing Hunter wanted was to place himself in the middle of their argument. As he pushed himself away from his desk, his foot caught on the scraps of wood he’d left carelessly laying about the floor. A sharp howl of pain feel from his lips, causing both Samien and Kira to break from their stare and turn to face him.

“Hunter,” Samien began slowly, seeing the discomfort in his son’s eyes, “Why don’t you go see if you can find Adam, Kali and Davey?” The boy didn’t need to see any more of this. It wasn’t fair to him.

“But what about...” Hunter started, grateful for a chance to leave what he knew would only be another fight. But he still could not help feeling guilty. There was still a great deal of work left and he knew his father could not handle it all on his own.

“It can wait.” Samien’s voice was firm, leaving the boy little room to argue. Silently, Hunter nodded before making his way towards the door and past his stunned mother. As he jogged down the cobblestone street, he could hear the voices of his parents raising once again.

Pushing their voices from his mind, the boy made his way through the now crowding streets in the direction of Adam’s home. It was the most logical of places to start, even his emotionally cluttered mind could make sense of that. Hunter paid little attention to the commotion around him, his eyes focused blankly on the street before him. He refused to let himself think anything beyond finding his friends and putting this morning behind him.

Unshed tears burned in his blue eyes, blurring his vision. But he refused to allow them to fall. No, this didn’t matter. This was life. He could deal with this. He could handle it, he had to. They needed him to be strong. His family needed him. As his thoughts sped, so did his pace, until he was practically sprinting down the street. He didn’t slow until a warm, solid wall halted his progress.

Stumbling backwards, Hunter found himself thrust back into reality, his eyes falling upon the familiar, concerned face of one of his closest friends. “Davey.”

Davey outstretched his hand, offering his friend a soft smile. “Are you alright?”

With a silent nod, Hunter returned his friend’s smile, though both boys knew it didn’t truly reach his eyes. Gathering himself, Hunter turned to face the other two companions standing behind Davey. Both looked uncertainly at Hunter, seeing the redness in his eyes, before exchanging knowing looks. They were looks Hunter had known all too well and he waited for the line of questioning he was certain would follow. But neither said a word, merely offering their friend knowing smiles. A conscious effort to lessen the slowly building tension.

“I see your mother let you out, Kali.” Hunter stated, breaking the silence. Noting the shift in Kali’s gaze, before smirking, “Or did you pull a Jade and put that sycamore tree beneath your window to good use?”

Chuckling, Kali nodded her head. “I’ll die before I’ll let her put me in a dress.” A roar of laughter fell from all of their lips at that. “What? You think I’m kidding?”

“Oh no, Kal. I think the world will come to a fiery end if you were ever to spend more than a few moments in anything other than your tunic and breeches,” Davey voiced, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“That’ll be enough out of you, bookworm.” The four dissolved into a fit of giggles, Davey shooting Kali a knowing glare. “Speaking of fiery ends, why don’t we go see if Jade has gotten his hands on Smith yet? Because lord knows that poor boy is treading on thin ice as it is.”

“Let’s hope we haven’t missed the show yet,” Adam chimed in with a hearty laugh. The four nodded, making their way towards the woods in the distance, each looking forward to the excitement this day would bring.

Jade Puget was normally a very patient boy. On an average day, he did not rush through tasks, he was calm and collected, quite the levelheaded child. Today was not one of those average days though. Today, he was, more or less, pissed off.

The day was bad from the very start, when he had was woken an hour and a half early before his usual time, a little after dawn, by the cries of his month old little sister, Wynne. He’d struggled to try and return to sleep, but it was a useless fight, as his younger brother Smith, whom he shared a bed with, was snoring forcefully. Usually it didn’t bother him, but today the nose simply got under his skin like no other time, so he’d started the day off a bit grumpily. Further aggravation had been piled on as he was kicked in the side by a cow he was trying to milk that morning. Not badly, but enough so that his father, Bryant, had ordered him off chores that morning and his two older, Cullen and Corbin, had found reason to tease him.

Sent off to the house to help his mother with chores there (the twins had very cleverly said he was becoming a woman for the day), he’d spent the morning half being fussed over by his mother, Livia, and elder sister, Myra, and being humiliated by assisting with the cooking. It had only gotten worse when his friends Adam, Davey, and Kali, had come by, to ask him to go sailing, and had seen him churning butter. Nothing was said but he was shamed nonetheless. The worst of it was he might have been allowed to go, in fact his father had seen his friends, knew he wanted to go with them, and had given his permission. And then out came his mother, shouting for Smith, and upon not finding them, had more or less, politely, ordered Jade to find his little brother, seeing as he had nothing else to do.

So here he was, combing the fields near his family’s farm, his ribs still aching from that kick, looking for his miserable puke of a bratty little brother. No, for Jade today was neither average or good, and he was in a rotten mood for it. Rotten enough that he might just beat the snot out of Smith upon finding him.

Jade heaved a sigh, pressing a hand to his still faintly throbbing chest. “Gods damn you, Brownie,” he cursed the cow that had given him this nice gift. The thirteen year old looked about. He was on the outskirts of his father’s lands, another hundred yards and he would simply be in unclaimed fields, but he recognized the place, he was twenty feet from a pond that he and his friends sometimes swam and fished in. By that pond was a rather large rock, and deciding from the pain in his chest, he was deserving of at least a few moments’ repose, trotted his way there to recline against the sun heated stone surface.

Another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, allowing the light of the sun to warm him. It was early spring in this part of the country, bright with sunshine, though still chilly at times. It was perfect weather to be sailing down the shore, but no, of course he couldn’t have that. The gods had decided today would just be misery for him and nothing more. He groaned, spreading his lanky frame across the rock’s face. He was really going to kick Smith’s behind for this.

“Oh look a rock on a rock, fellas–and fellaette!” a familiar voice taunted from a not too far off. Jade sat up at once as he recognized the voice and the echoes of laughter that followed it, trills of excitement and happiness flooding him as he did, though those trills were a bit dimmed as the pain in his chest flickered and he nearly fell back against the stone, clutching the mark that be–damned milk cow had laid upon his chest.

“Oye, Jade!” a second and equally familiar voice exclaimed, this time slightly worried. Jade looked up to see four figures, through his fringe of auburn hair, running toward him. A blonde head at the front of the pack.

“Jade, you alright?” Hunter asked, as he came up toward his friend, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he grunted sliding off the rock, though his hand still held his ribs. He did his best to look pleasant. “Never get kicked by a cow, if you can at all help it,” he advised them all with wry smile. “It’s not pleasant.”

“Does it hurt much?” Davey asked, not in a mothering way, just concerned.

“It’ll be fine,” Jade said, grunting as he rubbed the spot. “Or it least it will after I find that foul brother beast of mine and drag him home. I swear, he only ran away to vex me, I just know it!”

“Yeah, well, he’s your little brother, that’s his job,” Kali laughed.

“Yes, and you would know,” Jade retorted a bit scathingly. “You’ve got what? A hundred younger siblings?”

“No, just you all,” she retorted.

“Firstly, that retort was immature,” Jade said, crossing his arms as he gave her a withering look. “Secondly, next to Duck–fluff,” he nodded to Hunter, who’d earned his nickname from his tufty white hair, “you’re the youngest here. It’s illogical.”

Kali only rolled her eyes. “You, Davey, and your logic,” she said, hands on her scrawny hips. “I swear you should marry it, you’re so hung up on it.”

“Jealous?” both the redhead and raven-haired boy said together, a line perfectly rehearsed through the lifetime they had been friends.

Kali, Hunter, and Adam exchanged eye rolls, jealousy was hardly the word to describe the feeling for their friends over this particular subject.

“Okay, okay, come on!” Hunter said, jumping and gesticulating a bit as he spoke. “The sooner we find Smith, the sooner we can do something interesting with ourselves! Let’s move!” And he started running off past the pond, towards the woods, a place Smith would most definitely enjoy hiding in. His friends watched him bound away and laughed before following his example. Every day with one another always proved to be an adventure, today would be no exception to the rule.

The quintet ran through the forest, as they had done many, many times, in their years together, nimbly avoiding branches and roots. Well for the most part, Davey wasn’t as adept at it as his friends were, and Hunter’s was known to fall on his face more than a few times, but it was nothing that either boy did not immediately recover from. Dirt on their faces they were back up, gaining on the others, laughing just as their friends were. Jade and Kali climbed and swung part of the way, playing a brief game of acrobats as they found familiar handling upon the branches of a springy juniper they’d played upon many times before.

“Hey, Jade!” Kali called from her place high in one of the trees. Her four companions looked up, seeing the violet eyed child scanning a bit ahead of them. “I see him! He’s in the clearing up ahead running around after some rabbits!”

“That little brat!” Jade exclaimed as his friends tittered. “Damn him! He did this last week! Ooh after Papa gets done with him I’m taking a turn! Senseless–ooh!” The last was a guttural rumble, barely a cognitive arrangement of syllables, but his friends paid him no mind. They simply hid their smiles from his ire, knowing it would pass. Jade often became irritated with his little brother, and most of the time Smith deserved it, nothing new for them to witness. Jade would yell, cuff his younger brother, Smith would cry, recover, and go back to rile him as he had everyday since near birth, it was a cycle for the two brothers, stability, a way. They all knew, this, and followed him to watch the scolding about to take place, Kali, dropping to the ground to trot shoulder to shoulder with Adam.

“Smith!” Jade hollered at the top of his lungs as they cleared past the last of the trees. “Smith Puget of Mendel Cove, you get your scrawny—”

Smith looked up, but not at the sound of Jade’s voice and not in his direction, and they all knew why. The voice of the elder of the brother’s had been drowned out by a strange rumbling sound. The five older children followed Smith’s gaze, to the opposite site of the clearing, as the ground began to shake beneath them. In a matter of seconds the branches and saplings were pushed out of the way as a fleet of armored horsemen galloped through.

They all saw it in slow motion before it happened, the look on Smith’s face, his small body freeze, the dirt flying from the wickedly giant hooves of the beasts. Time stopped, life stopped, for a few precious brief seconds as Jade realized what was going on, where those animals and their riders were headed with out any regard whatsoever for his baby brother. The moment was frozen, the absolute look of shock on Smith’s face, the squirming little brown rabbit he’d finally managed to catch after so many attempts, clutched in his small hands, the beating of his heart. Most of all Jade remembered all the terrible things that he’d been thinking right before this moment.

The broken scream of, “Smith!” tore raggedly from Jade’s throat right before the first of the riders trampled right over his little brother’s now tiny looking frame, rabbit still in his hands.

#afislash #co-written with FadingStar #Shadows Mind: Murder #Junter #Adam Carson/OFC #sparkinside writes #AU

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sleepytoycollection · 7 years

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SpacePops: A Review Part 2

Part 1: Here

Well, here I am again, this took me longer to get around to than I intended, but hey, I had four times as many dolls to look at. Not to mention how much drawing I’ve been doing for my main blog lately, so yeah I’ve been busy.

Anywhoozle, as my first review can tell you, I found my Luna doll to have a certain amount of charm through all her cheapness, and if you can still find one from your local TRU; you might be lucky enough to snag them for round $2 bucks each as I did. And I def recommend getting one if you can, if nothing else for a nice, articulate spare body and some MH sized shoes. Just don’t let your self pay for than $5 for one. They’re not that fun.

I was lucky enough to manage to get a hold of all five characters, so let’s see how they measure up to Luna. To avoid being too repetitive I’ll try to focus on their unique features only.

Let’s start with Rhea:

Rhea was actually the one I liked the best from her art work. I mean look at it, she looks amazing here, the boots, thigh high stockings, the layers, gloves and chains would’ve made for an amazing doll of the effort had been put in.

I won’t ramble forever about the what-ifs, but it’s just so much of a punch to the stomach to know we’ll never see the real potential these had realized.

I’m not gonna go through the all the profiles, but if anyone’s interested I could scan them in for better visibility.

Gremlin #2.

Getting her out of the box, the first thing that struck me was her hat.

And I mean that literally as there was nothing helping it attach to her head. Much as I’m grateful these dolls lack those plastic ties shot into their heads that mattel’s become so fond of; I don’t think a rubber band would’ve too much to ask for.

Here she out of the box:

She’s...something.

After how much Luna has surprised me by simply being less bad than I feared; Rhea on the other hand was everything I’d worried these girls would be.

Her hair is terrible, it’s the cheapest, nastiest of all the dolls, it’s literally the same stuff the Midnight magic dolls used. It had a gross, greasy feel and wants to pull away from the scalp if I dare try to run a comb through it.

Ugh. On top of that, it became quickly clear I’d gotten a Rhea with a defective hand. Instead of the normal back and forth movement almost every other doll has, she’s got side to side movement.

Except, her hands still have the dents in the molding indicating it’s not meant to turn that way. I’m at a loss. I really can’t tell how this happened, or how her hand isn’t falling off.

It could’ve been worse in that regard, but there’s not many good uses for side to side movement that look natural.

At this point I’d only opened the one doll prior, and so was extremely worried I’d simply gotten lucky with Luna.

sigh.

Her outfit is super cheap, made cheaper looking by how complex a design they were trying to emulate. It’s all one piece and gives the impression of a store bought Halloween costume in miniature.

I will grant however, all the dolls having their name on their tag is cute.

But it’s a wasted detail on something this cheap. The black band on her waist is a sort of flimsy, felt-like material, and the knit of her shorts is thin. I feel like I could easily tear a run in it if I pull just a little too much, especially being unhemmed as they are.

She’s got a slight blue tint to her pale complexion, as you can see her here next to Catrine.

The socks are made of paint, and I’d have rather they be left off entirely. Her left knee also doesn’t bend, and I have not been able to fix it yet.

As you can imagine, after Rhea I lost a lot of energy for these girls. She was the doll I’d wanted the most, and was just disappointing in every way, despite me already having incredibly low standards.

Still, I was going to have to open these girls up eventually. So this time I decided to go for the design I’d liked the least with Athena:

Every time I look at her dress I can’t help but think of the Flintstones. Not in a cute way either.

It’s like if, after their crossover, a member of the Jestons universe tried to make a fashion version of their cave clothing as a cheap cash in, and just doesn’t work for me that much. Maybe it’s partly the colors used.

It’s a little better art wise, but eh. Maybe if she wasn’t he same color as Rhea..?

Blah blah profile.

Gremlin #3.

Despite my opinions on her look, out of the box she struck me as a pleasant increase in quality if nothing else. Nothing falling off, no visible defects.

It was around this time tho I was starting to realize there seemed to be a decided aversion to hair gel. Her spiked updo’ is translated as a short ponytail here.

Can’t say I mind too much, but lack of gel means her hair gets pulled pretty easily, especially where her glasses are. She’s got nothing on Gilda Goldstag that’s for sure.

Her tie is made of the same cheap fuzzy stuff Rhea’s belt was made of, for that matter her gold belt is the only new fabric type here.

But to my great surprise her skirt has a separate over lay!

And it’s even lined, I’ll admit it improved my opinion of her a good bit. It feels sturdy.

Her netted sleeve too is competently made.

..but left a stain on her arm.

With out the overlay her outfit looks a bit less flinstone-y, so I’m just gonna leave it off.

Under her dress she has some pink tights, which I appreciate as they become less and less common in the doll world. Even if it makes me wonder why Rhea couldn’t have had socks. Just one of those things I guess.

Her glasses are held in neatly with, of all things, the help of tiny plastic bobby pins!

!!! I’m sorry but that’s adorable, tiny pins! And they work! Amazing.

Her hair is the same quality as Luna’s, thank goodness, and is easy enough to brush out.

But to my dismay, her glasses don’t fit her face. If you put the arms over her actual ears, they set waayyyy too low. I can’t get them to twist so the bridge will set on her nose. But if I place them high enough so the lens can cover her eyes, they get stuck from her head being too wide and wont’ touch her face.

That said, I like the shape and look of these, and I’m sure I have plenty of other dolls who can rock them. But it doesn’t say much for your line if your accessories can’t be used for the doll they were made to be used on.

Still, Athena was a huge improvement to my energy for these girls, so let’s hop over to Hera.

I wanna take a sec to apologize for the quality of several of these pics, my camera’s very old and staring to kick the bucket.

Hera’s pretty cute, if you like Draculaura. Which I do. The fact the lime green specifically reminds me of Snow Bite, which is my fav version of Ula helps make it a pleasant comparison.

Gremlin #4.

Yay! A different fabric! And hemming! It’s a dream come true~

Now if only I had the same excitement over her hair.

It’s the standard for these dolls tbh, but being curled has not agreed with it. I’m kinda afraid to touch it. She’s got a head band in there, but it’s very hidden.

even if it wasn’t, it’s just a plain ribbon, no where near the flower crown of her art.

The dress is really the star here, of all the outfits so far it’s the one that feels the sturdiest, and no printed details.

Her tag.

Her tights are different fabric to the other ones we’ve seen. It’s not as stretchy, which is why you see it sagging around the knees. It’s the kind of netting you’d see as a tulle petticoat.

It looks alright, but it makes me concerned with how durable these would be in the long run.

Now,you may have noticed me not making any comments on the shoes. Well I have a very good reason for that:

They’re all the same. They reused the same shoe mold for all four of these girls, leaving only one who doesn’t have these heels.

That girl being of course, Juno.

She was my second favorite of all the girls when I saw their art all that time ago.

Aside from how much I love the colors used, she has pants! And a shaved head!

...And another Gremlin.

And last but not least, here she is:

Of all the girls, she’s the one who comes the closest to looking like her boxart.

So not too surprising her outfit is to be my favorite of the bunch.

She’s also the only one to use any kind of styling product. Fairly lightly, but it’s on there. Yet, despite how little there was used they still managed to get a good bit on her face.

Can’t have it all I suppose.

But the flocking looks good.

I also appreciate how she has the most unique face paint of all the ladies. It’s not much by usual standards, but with every girl using the same face mold, they can use all the differences they can get.

Without her Jacket you can bein to see just how had that top is, but she can put her hands in her pockets, so if there had to be a trade off, I’ll admit they made the right one.

Her jacket is nicely sewn, only her collar sporting an unfinished hem, but I don’t know how you’d really hem those jagged edges anyhow. It’s usable and looks alright.

Her boots tho, no complaints there. By Spacepop standards these are the best shoes you’ll ever see. By normal doll standards they’re still not bad.

I very serious when I say I love these pants. I feel like most of their clothing budget went into that fabric. Almost like someone was trying.

Sigh. But then you get this.

It’s garbage. The worst piece of all the clothing I’ve seen here, and there’s no way this would’ve held up to a child.

Now what else have I not covered..oh yeah. The gremlins.

They suck.

Like the shoes, the reused the same mold 4 times. Unlike the shoes, I never thought they were cute.

Only 1 dared to use a different mold, Athen’s gremlin:

...Who might be the only one that comes close to being endearing. The combo of a cute hair style, cute paint details, side glancing eyes, make Roxie almost a nice accessory.

Whew, well, now I’ve gone through everything I could think to talk about.

Having gone over every doll just cements that the execution of this line was a huge misstep on the part of Madame Alexander. Tho I can’t be sure.I get the impression they made these to compete with Monster High, but they company simply waited too long.

By 2016 MH was going into the reboot, and with Mattel’s sales and quality going down MA seemed to lost faith in these ladies and gave up before release. It’s a shame too, Maybe the weren’t the most original idea on the market, but They could’ve been a nice solid competition. Instead we got these; and it leaves me with a sense of melancholy the more I think about the ways things are going. With new lines and experiments coming to a standstill nowadays, doll collecting has been less and less exciting.

And now, less than a year after their debut Spacepops have gone the way of Pinkie Cooper and Novi Stars. In their own way, the last remnant of an era of collecting that’s now gone as styles shift to something else.

Still, I plan to have fun my new new set of ladies, I haven’t completely decided how far I’ll go, maybe leave them as-is for posterity. Their flat face ups have grown on me. Maybe I just miss the bright, harsher colors that are going out of style.

All that said, I bought a spare Athena to experiment with, so I’ll def have some follow ups with how these ladies look with a good repaint.

Anyway, I’m tired and out of thoughts for now. Hopefully you found this somewhat informative, and as always thanks for reading.

#doll review #spacepop #spacepop dolls

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wendynerdwrites · 7 years

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Lemoncakes and Costumes

For @theasexualscorpio for the @jonsaexchange! I hope you liked this! I tried to incorporate some fun stuff.

His wife is a practical, effective stateswoman, a brilliant leader, and a consummate professional with a cynical-yet-hopeful approach to the world and how it works. She is a far cry from the naive, dreamy girl he knew as a boy. Not surprising, given the things she’s suffered, and how the events of her life have stripped so much of her girlish idealism from her.

But for all of her efficiency, skill, and power now, there is a part of the girl she was that has remained, and he’s all the happier for it.

There’s her love for lemoncakes, to the point where he’s begun calling her ‘Lemoncake’ when no one else is around. At first she takes offense, but Jon argues that it has a double meaning, since she’s sweet and tart, and delightful to eat as well as enamored of the dessert.

But Sansa Stark has retained her love for clothes, for fashion, and for stories. In his boyhood, Jon disdained that traditionally feminine interest, seeing it as silly.

He was the silly one. A foolish boy who knew nothing of the world. And not only because of all the practical ways such skills and interests could be applied (people need to be clothed, after all). But for another, entirely different reason.

Sansa isn’t overly extravagant. During the winter she pawned her jewels to pay for food and labor and cloth and metal. She donned wool and leather. When the war ended and spring arrived, she still waited to start dressing her station again until their people were reasonably back on their feet. And even now, when (thanks to many of her own efforts), the North prospers, she’s rarely particularly ostentatious. She still wears wools on regular occasions, with subdued jewelry. There are only two types of occasions in which she indulges herself in her sartorial pursuits. One is on special occasions when displaying the wealth and prosperity of the North and House Stark is necessary. And the other…

It’s a special, secret type of occasion that is as private as the other is public.

His wife and queen likes to dress up for him.

Perhaps that’s not exactly the right term for what she does behind closed (and barred) bedchamber doors. Indeed, it’s possible that no term including the word “dress” can properly describe this hobby of hers.

Whatever it is, it’s something she does that only a true man can appreciate, and a stupid boy couldn’t.

It started at their wedding, one of the few pre-victory occasions when Sansa dressed as the Queen she was. Jon banned the bedding ceremony, and the bride ended up retiring early to “prepare”. When Jon eventually made his way to her bridal chamber, he’d been a bit overcome.

One of her wedding gifts was a satin nightgown of ivory with a pale blue sash and trim at the neckline and hem. Nothing scandalous. The neckline was low and square, and the fabric was thin, but it was downright innocent looking.

And Jon couldn’t help but mumble, in his nervousness in approaching her that he thought her nightgown was pretty. She wore it every night after.

Jon never considered the way attire could enhance the experience of coupling until Sansa. Before, his experience was fumbling through the furs with Ygritte. But with his wife, he got to experience the thrill of pulling her bodice down just enough for her breasts to spill out and be exposed while the rest of her is covered. The fun he’d have teasing her cunny through thin, silken fabric, and watching it darken as she grew more and more wet. Or the sensation of certain fabrics against his skin. The sort of adventure that seemed to come with unwrapping a woman from a new ensemble, as if discovering her naked flesh anew. Or the way it would enhance his awareness of how she’s given him her maidenhead.

Ygritte was no maiden when he met her, and he didn’t care. But once with a maiden, with Sansa, he couldn’t help but feel humbled and lucky over being the one to do this with her. Especially after so many had tried to steal it from her. It’s not just the uniqueness of it, or a sense of possession he might have, but knowing that after so many years of having to guard it, she was giving it to, of all people, him.

And yes, that night, when she wore that virginal, sweet nightgown, it only enhanced the experience when he first entered her and felt that thin layer of flesh give way.

The nightgown was soiled, though. One morning after, Sansa threw it in her hamper and covered herself in one of Jon’s tunics. For whatever reason… A sort of boyish wildness that was suggested by her appearance, or maybe the knowledge that she was, in a way, draped in him, managed to inflame him even more.

That evening, he retired to his chamber to find his new wife wearing nothing but one of his combat jerkins, loosely laced.

Jon develops a certain liking for seeing his wife dressed up, even outside the bedroom, once the war ends. It screams of her femininity, her breeding, her elegance, and even their mutual accomplishments, in both ending the war and leading their people to prosper. He looks at her dressed in her best and thrills at the idea that this woman, as highborn, elegant, and sophisticated as they come, is his, and no one else’s. His wife. His queen. He loves her in a silk dress. And on his arm.

As it turns out, he also likes wearing some fine things. It makes him feel like a king. And he especially enjoys wearing fine things she’s made. It makes him feel like her king. Like she’s claimed him. It’s… thrilling.

Given how much effort fate has put into tearing them apart, he supposes that it’s only natural that they be a bit possessive and territorial with one another.

Things get more fun the more time goes on and the more the North prospers. When Jon returned from the War for the Dawn at long last, he had the joy of not only reuniting with his wife, winning a war, and returning home, but also meeting his son for the first time. He and Sansa made quick work of producing an heir and a couple of spares. It gave them a certain emotional license to indulge their more carefree inclinations. And Jon finds that he adores indulging this one.

One of Sansa’s aims as queen has been enriching the Northern culture through art and learning since winter ended. Among her many efforts towards this goal has been bringing mummers to court. Something Jon originally thought he’d have to endure.

Now he looks forward to it. Not because of the plays themselves, though. But after the first performance from a Braavosi mummer’s troupe, Jon found himself discreetly purchasing one of the translucent slave-girl costumes from the production.

He left it on the bed the next morning. The evening after, Sansa greeted him in costume, smirking.

“Good evening, my sweet little concubine,” he greeted her, thrilled.

She shocked him by shoving him back against the wall and pressing a letter opener to his neck. “I’m your concubine no longer, Wise Master, you are now mine!”

What man wouldn’t immediately surrender to that?

He decides to add to the story she’s concocted.

“You mean the revolt has triumphed, Lemoncake?” He asks.

Her grin widens, and she lowers the letter opener, then embraces him. “Yes, Darling! We can truly be together at last!”

They kiss themselves raw before Jon sinks to his knees. He licks and sucks at her cunny through the fabric of her slave-skirt until she rips it off in frustration.

Her juices taste nice through gauze, but nothing beats the taste without a barrier.

She grips his curls tightly, and when she peaks, he swears she’s about to snatch him bald.

“Take me to bed, Darling,” she gasps, buckling at the knees.

“Yes, Lemoncake.”

They never keep up their pretenses for long. The costumes are shed, and the characters are lost. It’s a fun little game, but making love to one another as they truly are is always more satisfying.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsaexchange #jonsa gift exchange #fluff

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bitterblue-city · 7 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don't have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don't, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don't need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it's the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i'm not even, i'm done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that's enough i'll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

I could probably think of a billion more but that's all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

#miraculous ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #marinette cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #sewing #marinette sewing #chat noir #marichat #fashion #fanfiction #sewing student #writing #fanfiction writers #fanfiction writing

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tmntl0verthings · 7 years

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レオナルド Leo X Reader

“Childish Love”

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私は何かを守るために

Because I have something to Protect

Your wearing pink ruffle shorts with a mint blue shirt that said "I'm 100% mermaid" in white writing with Galaxy Vans.

You were snickering with Mikey were hiding behind the Couch's backing peeping over the other side..waiting. "and one..two..three.." Mikey spoke softly A huge Black smoke Leaked through the Bathroom door. It busted open to see a huge figure stomp through "MIKEY!!" Raphael's voice bellowed in anger as he coughed The smoke slowly fading away. He looked around to see only Leo reading at the kitchen table as Don was making himself Cup o'noodles in the microwave. He then heard faint laughing at the couch. He marched over to the Sofa with his usual manly strut to see you covering your mouths with laughter. "Oh I see this was a team effort his eyes rose in anger as he tried to swipe Mikey then you. You ran over to be with leo. You hugged his neck Kissing his cheek. Your eyes wondered up to see Raph coming over this way "Leo bear. Raph's being mean." you whined. "And is it because you and mikey did your little pranks again?" he looked from his book to you. "what? nu Boobie. I would never." You hugged his tight Muscular arm. "hmp.." he smiled as he then saw raph next to himself "Come here! I'm gonna fix you good once i'm done with you." you hid behind Leo's side. Leo glanced at you then to raph "Raph knock it off. Just some harmless fun." "OH of course you'd stand up for her. She's your 'Girl friend' ." he sang the last part with a girly tone. "knock it off raph. Your just jealous." He sassed back. "Oh-oh your think i'm jealous of you! Ha!" "No. Not of me but what I have." "you wish!" Raphs anger grew like it could break a temperature Gadge. "Cool it Raph. your gonna get us stuck in the hashi again." Donnie whispered on the other side of the table. "Shut it Four eyes!" "Hey now that was uncalled for!" Donnie stood up for himself as he pointed at raph. "You wanna get pummeled too!" "Leo would kick your butt before you got the chance to hurt me." "Fine..(he walked over to Don) I'll start with you first.." his voice grew deeper with Fury as his eyes were cold and dark at the moment. "Raphael." splinter rose his voice "Thats enough! You treat others how you wanna be treated." his wise and elder voice educated the Red banded turtle with his walking stick creating hallow clinks against the Brick flooring. Raph backed off still fairly puffing out his anger in breathes as he then just walked away to punch a dummy in the home while walking passed it. "What got him upset today?" Splinter asked curiously "Just a harmless prank." Leo explained. "Mikey?" he asked knowing the answer already. "pretty much but y/n helped." Hearing an accomplice this time made Splinter smile with amusement. "Is that so?" he chuckled "You mad?" you asked worried "Mad? cause my sons are finally getting along with humans and Ones even dating a girl. Whats there to be mad about." You smiled at his words as you hugged Leo's neck. "Yea only one..where's my girl?" Don pouted as he put his head in his palm looking to his family to then hear the microwave beep-beep-beep. He walked from the table to open the small door letting the warmth hit his glasses accidentally fogging them. He ugh-ed as he tried to see passed it, grabbing his noodles feeling a Drop of hotness drip down and touch his rough flesh. He hissed as he still carried it down to the counter about to pour the noodles into a bowl so they cool down faster. Looking from Donnie wanting to ask but Asking questions can infuriate some people..so keeping to yourself you look at Splinter whom was speaking to Leonardo. You walked away patting his shoulder to then go over to Mikey's side of the home. "Hey" You smiled brightly feeling a rush of excitement, Usually everything with Mikey is Funny, Exciting and Fun Filled. Walking over to Mikey you see Raphael reading something in his bed above Mikey's. 'crap..' you just continued your walk pretending not to fear Raphael. "Hey Squishy!" Mikey greeted you over to his side of the room which also happens to be Raphael's. Raph looked at you for a moment then looked back at his book. "So what'cha wanna do since we already pissed of raph." Mikey laughed; you laughed with him but more hesitantly. "Come on, lets go to the skate park. No one's there and it'll be just you and me." "sounds like fun!" you cheered making Raphs lip snarl a little. Walking away with Mikey Leo walked up to you. "Where you going?" curious "Just out with my Broth'ah." you put your arms around making Mikey laugh as you smiled "where?" "skate park with mikey." "no." "What why?" "yea why!" Mikey backed you up but also why? "Cause i'm taking you to the skate park." he wrapped his arm all the way around your shoulders taking you into his warmth. "awww Leo bear.." you smiled adorably up at him as mikey pretended to choke. "shush." leo shushed playfully as he led you out "coming Mikey?" "Oh i'm still coming? alright >,< "

That night~~ "what are you doing to your pizza?" Leo asked "taking pepperoni off of it. You know i don't like sausage." "You don't like sausage?" Mikey asked as his face looked at you like you were an alien or heart broken. One of the two. "well yea.." "what else don't you like?" Mikey asked petrified. "Bacon, peanut butter--" being cut off before being able to finish your words. "What is happening to SOCIETY!" Mikey pleaded to the lord with his hands up making you laugh. "Oh god i can feel it..the earth is crumbling! Atlantis is rising once more!" "Mikey.." raph looked to Mikey getting his attention easily "Shut up." As raph put down the plastic shaker bottle of Parmesan on the table. Donnie smiled at raph's comment. Later~~ As leo was lecturing his brothers for a new lesson coming up at the same kitchen table as you were leaning back into your chair with your knees against the tabletop. Raph had his arms crossed as Don pretty much was the only one paying attention. Mikey was falling asleep until you threw a sausage ball from dinner at his face making him blink. Raph watched as you and him were throwing it back and forth. A chuckle left your lips getting leo's attention making you cover your smiling mouth while Mikey Pretended to go back to his sleepy state. "y/n please, i'm trying to help my brothers." "Do what..Die slower?" you sassed playfully. "Y/n.." his eyes were unamused -,- "Alright, alright. Fine." you put your hands up surrendering as you curled back up into your position. "thank you.. now I figured for when we do HaiJaku we could instead try--" his words were cut off by your sausage ball being thrown at him but instead of it hitting him He caught it as he looked at it. "A sausage ball? Really y/n. Seriously Do you take what i do in this team seriously. I work my ass off to try and get these guys in line while your throwing sausage balls! Knock it off and just grow up!" "wow dude.." Mikey commented. "You got something to say?" he looked at his brother with risen brows. "no, nope i'm good." "good."Donnies eyes were widened while raph was enjoying the first amusing thing that's happened in a family meeting. Your eyebrows narrowed as you got up out of the chair to scoot it back in. "Excuse me." you bowed mocking Leo's love for Japanese culture and also how ninjas tied into that. Leo watched you walk away and out of their home for him to exhale and rub his eyes "Dear god.." 'what have i done?' was his thought after his spoken words.

Two days of not hearing from you~~ Leo entered your apartment as lucky for him, the window was opened allowing Autumn air to fill the Cinnamon scented room. "wow.." he looked around to see your apartment was Clean. Legit clean. No messy piles of laundry, no left out plates and even the glass table top was polished. 'whats happening? did she leave to live elsewhere and now someone else lives here?' my thoughts rampaged to then see y/n leaving her kitchen that was hid away around the corner. She wore platform high heels with a tight fitting black skirt n' a puffy white shirt with pearls on. Hair in a bun. Even wearing Eyeliner and red lipstick. "Morning Leonardo." "uh morning. What are--what happened?" "what ever do you mean?" "your apartment." "Well I took your words into consideration and detailed my apartment and myself while i was at it." "what?" he asked as he leaned his head forwards with a risen brows. "Oh yes. And i must say I feel so very replenished to take such a turn on things. Thank you Leonardo." 'she's not even calling me Leo-bear.. this can't be too good..' "I uh..your welcome.." "would you like some homemade French toast. I made some this morning." "you cooked?" "Don't sound so surprised." she corrected my behavior like splinter would. 'oh god..' She walked along into the kitchen to see her butt sway side to side due the heels which..i admired very much so. She handed me the plate of French toast to break me from my concentration. "Oh gosh sorry no thank you." i apologized. Without a smile she put the plate down on the counter. She looked at me as she held her hands together with her polished nails. "y/n i'm sorry for what i said. I shouldn't have said those things. Your perfect the way you are." relaxing your posture you were getting lost in his blue eyes with your red matte lips gaping a little to show your two front teeth. "Please forgive me. It was more out of line than how you acted." after hearing 'how you acted' you straightened your posture "I see. Well Leonardo If you don't mine could you please Excuse yourself. I have much work to do." "work?" he questioned with more surprise. "Leonardo. To have money in this world one must grasp concept of earning their keep. And i plan to do so." As i blinked my made-up eyes at him. He looked dumb founded and astonished. "oh..kay if you want me too." The sounds of his weight pummel with each step along the wooden floors with metal clinking and his fabric brushing between his thighs. U clicked on your blue tooth speaker to play 'Kenny G.' As he was leaving out the window. As he finally left you slouched taking off your platforms. "ohhh" you exhaled. "thats much better" you wiggled ur toes into your carpeting; changing the music to something on Pandora.

"I dont know what to do. She seemed so adamant about being an adult and..all I did was yell at her for being herself." Leo pouted. "Leonardo. You are my best and honored student but sometimes you lack social skills. Every leader knows how to communicate to their loyal and committed team members. Y/n is no different. Find a way you can communicate to her. Get through to her in a way she can understand." nodding he understood "you understand?" "yes, father.." "i hope so. Otherwise your screwed.." his father spoke bluntly. Leo was a bit surprised but he did ask for help.

Walking into her apartment i see the place is still clean. "yn/?" You were watching netflix in your room with your makeup on all jazzed up still to then hear Leo's voice. Your eyes widened as you stood up to slip on your shoes with a cheeto in your mouth. You crunched it as you shut off netflix. "y/n?" you heard again. 'stupid shoes..' You argued with yourself. You stood up to walk over to your door gathering yourself to open your bedroom door. seeing Leo's shell facing you from afar as he looked around "Leonardo." you held your hands together. "y/n there you are. Hey I found something of yours." "Did you now?" "yea..here.." he hands you a fake real sized Lolipop without its wrapper KeyChain. Taking it from him you looked to him "Where'd you find this?" "under my bed. I was cleaning and found it. I remember when you first saw it when you and me went for a midnight walk and you fell in love with it." memorizing the keychain as you rubbed along the Red Pop part. "yea.." you smiled brightly as your red lips illuminated your whitened teeth. "Y/n I hope you know i didn't mean what i said. Your important to me. I want you there in my life by my side.." he huffed a smile. looking from your key chain to his eyes without a smile but pouty lips. "Leo I--" he interrupted your words with a step forwards, placing his hands on your jawline as his your whine lips touched his. He swore he even got drunk off them for a moment. He moved his lips along yours. You put your polish nails around his wrists closing your eyes. Letting go of your lips leaving his lips somewhat red. You smiled laughing, bringing out your real self you pointed at him "you got some red on you." He looked down as he wiped it with his wrist. Licking his lips he asked "better?" smiling you said "sure.." "Come home with me..please.." "alright..finnnneeeee." you whined as you went into your bedroom to change. Coming out you had shorts, shirt that had WonderLust written on it as you wore galaxy vans. "theres my girl." He puts his arms out for you to run into, swinging you around the apartment he stops to let you down. "one thing though." he offers. "yea?" "Don't ever be that Grown up again." his words made you snort a laugh making you cover your mouth n' nose. he kissed your forehead to lead you out the window before grabbing your keys.

Dah end

#TMNT #Love #Oneshot #leonardo #Leo

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