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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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I do not give anyone the permission to translate or repost my work. Please do not plagiarize it! Apart from that, thank you, thank you, thank you so much for fishing out your precious time to read my fics -- it means a lot and I appreciate your support so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy your time here <3

All the love always,

Fic rec blogs: @ireblogwhatireadcauseduh and @hsficrecommendation MOST RECENT: Sleepy Drunk (F) (S) Smut. (F) Fluff. (A) Angst. One Shots (2k+ wc). One Shoty Blurbs (1k+ wc). Blurbs (1k- wc).

SINGER!HARRY X CEO!Y/N

ONE SHOTS

Double Date Day (3.0k) [F] It is Valentine's Day, also known as the Double Date Day in the Styles' house. And being one of the highly anticipated days for the family, a lot of preparation and antics take place throughout the day!

Harryween Night ...In! (2.0k) [F] In which Harry and Y/n have cozy night in on Halloween night at Anne's -- watching nineties scary movies, and handing out treats (specifically to a girl who's too sweet and dressed up as Dorothy).

A Messy Day (2.5k) [A] In which Harry doesn't communicate his feelings well, and decides that y/n is the one acting childish.

A Little ‘You’ Wannabe (2.4k words) [F, A] In which Harry, Amore, and Andre decide to pay Y/n a visit at her office, but only after reaching there does Harry realizes that she’d be in a meeting. Andre, being the sneaky boy he is, enters the meeting room.

First Time in Paris (5.2k words) [S, F, A] In which Y/n realizes she hasn’t gone on a vacation with Harry and hasn’t even engaged him. [PS- One thing happens against their will]

Sleepless Nights (2.1k words) [F, A] In which Y/n has a stress-filled week, followed by insomnia and supported by Harry’s gentle words which escape his mouth when he thinks she’s asleep. [PS- It’s vice-versa]

Hello M’ Heart (4.4k words) [S, F] In which a small Playful text leads to tears then to the cancelation of a surprise date and then to making love.

ONE SHOTY BLURBS

Such an Opportunist [F] Harry really needs to sleep, and Y/n is very shocked to learn that he's written songs she'd yet to hear. Also, Harry falls on some Lego bits and what better opportunity to ask for a back massage?

But Baby, It's Cold Outside [F] Y/n and Harry are decorating for Christmas with a baby soon to arrive, and Harry keeps draping a blanket over y/n's frame even though the room has grown too hot.

Falling in Love [F] In which they are still falling in love, and Harry believes there always needs to be sweet for salty. (Previously knows as 'Sweet for Salty')

More Than One [F] In which they are in a bath together, and Y/n messes up her concept of plural and singular when Harry asks about the baby growing in her womb.

Take an Off Tomorrow [F] I honestly don't know what this is other than a combo of two asks. So, thanks to @harryfeatgaga and her anons :)

Time For A Little Show [F] Amore had convinced harry to do a little show in London so that she and her brother can see him perform their mutually favourite song, live for the first time.

He Remembers [F, S] In which it shows that the song ‘Golden’ isn’t his, but his wife, Y/n’s pov. And also, in which Y/n dissolves in the crowd and cheers when Harry doesn’t find her by the last song, but the spankings prove just something else.

BLURBS

Cuddles, Loud Laughs and sleeping babies [F]

Tit-for-Tat [F]

Glowing [F]

Not a Movie Night [F]

FOOTBALLER!HARRY X ART DIRECTOR!Y/N

ONE SHOTS

Like Gold Dust (3.1k words) [A] Winter has come knocking the wind out of Harry's lungs, and happiness has begun feeling like gold dust to him -- everybody seems to be chasing after it, but rarely catches it. But while Harry deals with the harshest Winter he's ever had, Y/n seems to have begun hating her favourite season.

My Good Girl (4.3k words) [S] In which Harry finds you, his girl best friend, pleasuring yourself and shows you just what he can be other than a sweet best friend who agrees to bring pastry for the movie marathon.

Home, Sweet Home (2.1k words) [F] In which Harry returns home to his family after an away game.

Heart Showered in Rose Petals (3.1k words) [F] In which Harry pleads Y/n to watch his biggest University game and romantic events unfold just after the game. Not to forget about the funny moments attached to the whole day.

ONE SHOTY BLURBS

Knight in the Shining Armour [A, F] Harry and Y/n are at a party and everyone's enjoying their time until comes in a dude who can neither take no for an answer, nor register the fact that he's just been warned.

Keep On Waiting [F] Harry somehow tricked Y/n into coming over and wrapping his presents for him -- but when he hugs her for too long, Y/n can't help but think that she really would keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe.

No More Kisses [F] In which Harry comes back to the frat house late after a practice session, Y/n has decided to takeover his room's floor to lay down her projects and somehow ends up getting tricked by Harry into taking a shower with him.

Mum for the Day [F] In which it’s Sunday and the missus is found asking for a sleep-in day. So, Harry finds himself up and out of bed, and on his way to their kids.

Swollen Belly [F, S] In which Harry proves that he can fulfill her cravings and not only make her satisfied but happy ...and horny.

Positive [F] In which Y/n has pregnancy symptoms and mistakes it for a slump, which results in her blaming herself for everything. Only when Harry recommends her to take a pregnancy test do they find out about the precious life forming in her belly.

BLURBS

Save Some for your Daddy, Baby Boy [S, F]

Cool Daddy Mode? On. [F]

Tired [F]

A Routine [F]

Melted Ice Cream [F]

Dismissed [F]

Sleepy Drunk [F]

MODEL!HARRY X FASHION DESIGNER!Y/N

ONE SHOTY BLURBS

Shoot [F, S] Just a compilation of the events that take place at the Dazed photo shoot.

Is She an Actress? [F] In which James Cordon convinces his two friends to do a game show with him. Only during the show does he realize that the two people who he thought were strangers to each other, might be more than friends.

BLURBS

Cancellation of Little Plans [S, F]

FAKE IG

Flower Goes Floral [F] Harry at the Brits, wearing an iconic dress suit, styled by none other than his girlfriend, Y/n.

New Year and Another Year of Us [F] Just a compilation of events that take place on days around the New Year told through pictures, captions, and comments :)

ARTIST!HARRY X PHOTOGRAPHER!Y/N

ONE SHOTS

Carving Pumpkins and Making A Memory (3.3k words) [F] I think it's all in the title hahah <3

ONE SHOTY BLURBS

Exhibition Times [F, A] The one in which Harry is behind on his work for his exhibition but Y/n just makes everything better.

Mama's Day [F] Harry adores his wife and takes Opal with him for cooking her mama some breakfast in bed.

Picnics and Fist Bumps [F] In which Opal is taken on her very first picnic and Y/n and Harry can't help but discuss some sweet memories.

DWD!HARRY X DWD!Y/N

ONE SHOTS

Anything For You... And I (2.9k words) [S, F] In which Harry is in a good mood and so he makes Y/n feel good too.

Whiskey Eyes and Liquorish Blush (2.2k words) [S, A] In which Jack cheats on his fiancé, y/n, and receives a strip tease instead of conversation from her -as a goodbye, along with a kiss + slap to his cheek.

BLURBS

Promotion [F]

NO AU!HARRY X NO AU!Y/N

ONE SH0TS

Best Gift and Waffles (2.8k) [F] It’s y/n’s birthday, Harry ends up being assigned the duty of making waffles every time they’ll be planned to be made, and Juno’s gift is termed as the best she’s ever received. (for sunnie <3)

ONE SHOTY BLURBS

We'll also Sit there One Day [F] In which Harry and Layla get it written in their destiny that if their knots are tied, they will be with each other only. (for maya <3)

Next-Door Stranger [F] Y/n hates frogs, except the one because of whom she got to meet her pretty neighbour. But she still kinda hates him because he was the reason why Harry’s Rose pot was broken by her.

Not His Fault [F] In which Posey, a doggy who was to act in the MV of Kiwi gets sick and Y/n just happens to be there with her dog, Bingo.

Dia Dos Namorados [F] In which Harry plans a little Valentine's surprise and only when he gets to it does he realize just how hard it is to bake a Brigadeiro cake; and also, how fast he can make himself look presentable.

BLURBS

Storm [F]

My Charger! [F]

The Gender Revealers [F]

Stop Huffing! [F]

Donuts [Blurb] {For @/band–psycho} [F]

Harry’s Blushing! [Blurb] {For @/heloisedaphnebrightmore} [F]

UNEXPLORED (SO FAR) AU'S

MARVEL AU! Y/N X HARRY X TOM HOLLAND

Auditions (Platonic Era) [F]

A Day Made Better (Platonic Era) [F]

BAKER!HARRY X FLORIST!Y/N

Hello Ms. Baker [F]

WOLF!HARRY X DETECTIVE!Y/N

Unnecessary Growl [F]

DEVIL!HARRY X (VAMPIRE) ASSASSIN!Y/N

Dazzled [S, F, A]

EXCERPTS

NHL!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n [It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!]

HEADCONONS

[both of them are basically ‘step-by-step’ blurbs lmao]

Doing Magazine photoshoot with Harry [F]

Artist!Reader [F]

MILESTONE/FESTIVE CELEBRATIONS

Drabble nights - 200 lovelies Celebration!

Fics-mas for Christmas - Just a small n' smutty celebration for Christmas :)

Kinktober'23 - Another smutty celebration, but this time 'round, it's simply for October ;)

Remember that everything will be alright and to tpwk (including yourself)! All the love always, A <3

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obey-asmo · 3 years

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Studying with them - demon brothers

Ya girl, Bee (me) is studying so this is how it would go trying to study with them

LUCIFER

So very studious

He's literally so intimidating

He would be wearing glasses and reviewing his notes and work

100% wears glasses with the blue light filters

Constantly checks up on you, "do you need help MC?"

He's very smart and he can teach

So organized

MAMMON

Firrstly you need to take his phone away else you are getting nothing done

If you don't he'll be super distracted AND distract you as well

Worst at studying

If you take his phone away, he'll still find something to distract him and he will interrupt you constantly because he's bored or because he needs help

Don't even try to study with him, this is the conclusion

Unless you're tutoring him (he needs all the help he can get)

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't believe in studying as he could rather be playing games

He's one of those people that passes without studying

The one time he tried to study with you, he got super distracted and constantly interrupted you at the worst time

He felt bad so he never wanted to study with you again

SATAN

Don't even try to ask him for help because he would be absorbed in his studies that he wouldn't even look up

Very strict with timetables and sticking to his study schedule

The only thing that can distract him is a cat

Even when he does try to help you study, he isn't the best at explaining concepts so...

ASMODEUS

Has the prettiest notes

Posts on a study blog

He can help to some extent but the most he can actually do is share his notes

He does ask a lot of questions

Most of the time has a tit-for-tat type of game

Kisses for every correct answer he gets

BEELZEBUB

He has a bowl of snacks

If you try to comment he'll say, "brain food. My brain needs food to work"

Will share his snacks

Sometimes he'll try to toss it into you mouth and he will pout if he misses or if you don't catch it

Sometimes if you aren't paying attention, he'll feed you because he's bored and he thinks you look hungry

BELPHEGOR

"MC, we should take a nap before we study!"

He will study but that doesn't mean he won't take a break every 15 minutes and say, "actually it's very good to sleep! Naps can help with long term retention of information!"

I kinda want a study buddy... sadly I would be 100% distracting and would not study :(

anyway, hope you enjoyed!

send me a prompt if you like

bee :)

MASTERLIST

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #omswd

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way?

he only wants to have conversations with you

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf?

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning

he really fucks w your laid back vibe

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity.

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement”

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer?

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself

your next conversation works out well for the both of you

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #deku x reader #izuku x black!reader #hawks x black!reader #hawks x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x black!reader #takami keigo #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x reader #mha x black reader #bnha x reader

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hozierandco · 3 years

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Sam Fender x Reader / smut / If Friday don’t come soon

A/N: Some good-old enemies to lovers. Unprotected sex.

Plot: When Dru's brother gets married, the stag do may become the most interesting part...

"No! I'm with Dru!"

"We've been at if for ten minutes now. I've already made my point that I know him for a longer time than you do" Sam trumpeted to an enraged Y/N.

"C'mon, be a gentleman for once. Let me go with him"

"You know what? He'll decide, how about that?"

"Sounds fair"

Who would have thought that for a common friend's stag, the hardest would be to pick the teams rather than to choose the actual activity.

Y/N had the priviledge to be the only woman amongst the boys at the stag, since she didn't know any guest on the side of women apart from the bride and since she was Dru's girl best friend, Dru being the groom's brother.

What it means however was that Samand Y/N would have to take on themselves not to ruin the night. It was a funny thing that Dru's closest friends were so different from one another. Ever since he had introduced them to one another, they fought like cat and dog.

The activity was set on paintball since Dru and his brother had played to it growing up. They were therefore reputed to be ruthless to the point that both Sam and Y/N wanted him on their team.

"Dru" Sam called for his drummer who was discussing with Joe.

Dru sighed, knowing that leaving Y/N and Sam together was not a good idea.

"We're facing a problem there. This diva here and myself both want to be on your team next Friday. We just need to fix it once and for all"

"Oh... I thought you knew that I'm teaming up with Eddie. Since you know, I'm his best man. And you know, his brother"

"Clearly, we stand zero chance to win if the Michaels team up" Y/N fainted pouting. She was eager to win to prove Sam she was good for something but now, she had no chance of that happening.

"Oh well then... Joe? Pairing with old Sam?"

"Thanks, Fender, always like to be the second choice! But I'm already with Emmett"

"Actually, I think you're the last two" Dru added with a grimace. It would be a blood bath.

"I better be alone in that case. Better than being with Fender"

"Yeah, thanks! As a matter of fact, I'm pretty good with it but you're right on one thing, I'll better be alone too"

"Yeah.. Not possible. Reservations are made for two"

"C'mon now!" Y/N sighed.

"That's bullocks" Sam grunted.

"You promised to behave!" Dru chided.

"Fine, I guess but you better be good!" Sam threatened.

"I'm a pro, Sam, who you take me for?"

Both Dru and Sam knew it was a lie and that the two of them together would fail miserably.

If it was not for the lack of brain cells they shared, it would be by lack of teamwork.

In an effort not to ruin the stag do and to stand a chance at paintball. They now knew they wouldn't be the first but there was no way they'd be last.

They agreed to see each other alone to discuss past disagreements and strategies.

"You're stubborn, Fender! I wasn't the first to be rude. You came up and pulled out that silly Aldo Maccione play at me"

"That's utter BS. I didn't do that! First, you're not my type at all and second, I don't fuck Dru's friends!"

"Yeah, I know the feeling. I care too much to do that too, I wouldn't risk losing him for a random bloke"

"I'm glad to hear you say"

"I'm sorry I misjudged you"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I sent you mixed messages. Let's start over, shall we?"

"Yeah, alright! So what's your type then?"

Sam scoffed "Easy now, you might be a part of the boys' club but I ain't talking about that with you"

***

The Friday arrived and all the guests had arrived by the paintball spot.

"Alright, ready to get slaughtered by the Michaels?", the groom-to-be asked while Dru began a haka of his own creation.

In spite of the rain that was softly falling down, the troops advanced and got their weapons of choice.

"Let's split here!" Y/N suggested as Sam and her reached a cabin that had been a collateral victim of many painters.

"Alright. It's 7.30. Let's meet here in an hour, okay?" Sam asked.

"Sure"

In the forest that was to be the battlefield, all of the groom's friends were shouting when approaching one another. The rain was getting thicker and Y/N hoped that her way back to the cabin wouldn't be sprinkled with a mishap like falling in the mud.

As she arrived by the cabin, earlier than expected as she was seeking for a shelter, she noticed Sam's shirt covered with large spots of green, purple and black on his jacket that was once white.

"Really? You got hurt how many times to end up like that?"

With the rain, the paint had started melting.

"Come under" Sam indicated so Y/N wouldn't get soaking wet "I might have overrestimated my talents"

"So have I" Y/N unveiled her shirt that was covered with the same range of colours.

"Making me feel bad for being lame when you're in the same state, really?"

Y/N's bra started showing off through the white blouse she had picked.

Sam couldn't help but to stare at what he was given to see. It was not his habit to stare but Y/N with the rain dripping off her and paint all over her clothes was simply irresistible.

He came closer to her, not believing his eyes when not only she didn't refuse the contact but she also moved closer.

They were now inside the cabin made of stone "Here, take that" Sam gave Y/N his jacket to protect her from the cold and as he put the jacket over her shoulders, he leaned for a kiss that Y/N gave back when their lips parted.

"You don't fuck with Dru's friends, huh?" Sam ironically asked.

"I'm not your type, huh?" Y/N replied tit for tat.

"You're clearly not my type" Sam continued as he pined Y/N to the cabin's entrance wall.

"Good, cause you're not mine" Y/N said as she attacked Sam's neck.

He got rid of enough clothes, on his side and on Y/N's to feel her around him. Y/N wrapped her legs around him, allowing her partner in crime to fall deeper inside her.

By fear of being caught, Sam sped up his moves. To help himself in the process, he had displayed his arms on the wall behind Y/N.

From afar, they could hear Dru rejoicing over yet another victim of his skills as a sniper. The noise got closer, which didn't work out well for Y/N and Sam's plans as they started a little concert of whimpers and moans.

They hushed each other down by uniting their lips. It was the perfect timing since a couple of seconds later, Sam unleashed the torrent that had built inside him.

Y/N was close too and prayed that Dru would go away since she knew she'd be unable to hold back her moans.

And indeed, Dru had set on running after Joe.

"Fuck, Sam. What would it be if I was your type?" Y/N asked as she was coming back from her orgasm.

"We should find the others" Sam said in a giggle.

As the two of them left, Sam ventured to take Y/N by the hand.

"Where were you?" As Dru asked, he noticed Sam's hand in Y/N's.

"Looks like you haven't lost everything tonight!" Dru winked at them.

#sam fender imagines #imagines #sam fender #smut #enemies to lovers #trope or not trope

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spine-buster · 2 years

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I mean, people have legitimate reasons for not liking Auston Matthews and not wanting to celebrate because he scored a lot of goals, doesn’t make them less of a hockey fan. I get that you’re a leafs fan but I thought you’d be able to see the nuance there and that some people won’t want to support people that have done questionable things in their past, no matter how good they are at hockey. Breaking the record doesn’t make him a good person and saying any hockey fan would be in awe is entirely untrue and half of the problems we have in the hockey community is because people excuse what people on their teams do because they cause them to win, it’s gross

You're 100% right that there are legitimate reasons for not liking him and not wanting to celebrate -- it definitely doesn't make anybody less of a hockey fan if they don't want to celebrate it, and I never insinuated that at all. It's fine not to. What I meant to say (and I guess I didn't make it clear, so apologies on my end) is that as a fan of the sport in general, anyone would have to admit that what he's doing right now is impressive.

I do see the nuance in this -- I always have. I totally understand that some people won't want to support him because of his questionable past at that charge he has. I also assumed people wouldn't want to support Connor McDavid after he welcomed Evander Kane onto the team without putting up a bigger fuss about the fact that Kane forced an ex partner to get an ab*rtion and the litany of other things Kane has done, but I still see a lot of support for him everywhere, including on this site, and him being neck-and-neck with Auston in the Hart Trophy debate. I also assumed people wouldn't want to support teams like the New York Islanders for signing Semyon Varlamov after he was accused of domestic violence, but there is still a lot of support. Shall I even bring up Vince Dunn? Patrick Kane? Jordan Binnington? Jonathan Toews? Ryan O'Reilly drunk driving but then going on to win the Conn Smythe?

I'm not mentioning all the above as a tit-for-tat -- I'm agreeing with you that the hockey community has a lot of problems because people excuse shitty behaviour, but this isn't entirely on Auston. He's definitely not the only one to have done something shitty and the hockey world has forgotten about it or swept in under the rug. Breaking the record does not make him a good person, you're right, but I still believe that breaking the record in today's era is an incredible accomplishment. I'm sorry that we disagree with that, but I'm hoping we can respectfully disagree. You don't have to celebrate it -- that's fine -- but I'd like to.

#answered

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thedashingcaptainweird · 3 years

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The "Newlyweds" Game: Max and Orion

I was tagged a while ago by @the-lastcall (thank you!) and had loads of fun doing this, and even drew a silly little thing. You should try it with your special couple!

(Also, Max and Orion aren't married, it's just the name of the game 😆)

1. Who can outdrink the other?

Orion: He's gonna say it's me, so he can maintain the mysterious and sophisticated air of a man who doesn't get wild on vices. But that guy could drink a handle of Glacial Aged and still recite the six pillars of Scientism. Even if he has renounced them.

Max: Me, no question. Orion starts to fall asleep after half a glass of wine. It's rather sweet, honestly.

2. Who says “I love you” more?

Orion: Who tits for tats on something like that? I say it, he says it, and not a minute goes by that I don't know it's true.

Max: I don't think I could possibly repay the 'I love you's" he impresses upon me, though I try. The DeSotos were a much… quieter and emotionally withheld set than my dear Captain, and we didn’t say it very often.

3. Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Orion: Me. Can you blame me? I slept alone for 74 years. And yes. I know I was only in the tube for 70.

Max: Orion.

4. Who swears more?

Orion: I think we'd both earn an R rating if we were in a movie.

Max: Me.

5. Who does more of the housework?

Orion: SAM.

Max: The automechanical. And me.

6. Who forgets their anniversary?

Orion: Max, but I seriously don't mind. It just means I get to look the chivalrous hero when I plan some winning set up, and I get to see that sly smile of his.

Max: Time is an illusion after all. What matters is how we spend each present moment, and I feel we do well by that measure.

7. Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Orion: Me

Max: I hope you’ll pardon my ignorance, but what does “duvet” mean?

8. Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Orion: As far as I know, neither of us?

Max: I've never been awakened by it, if it happens. And I do believe Orion would do me the courtesy of letting me know if I snored. I doubt he'd let me live it down.

9. Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Orion: Hey, Max heavily implied I should bring that weird little mutt onboard. Him and Felix. Little thing gives me the creeps. But what am I gonna do… say no to Felix and Max?

Max: Did he tell you that I begged him to keep Anubis? Because… guilty as charged. The canid is quite a sharp little fellow, and a good companion. I'd do it again.

10. Who usually makes dinner?

Orion: It's one of my favorite things to do.

Max: Orion. It seems to make him very happy, and admittedly he's much better at it than I am. But helping him do it, being a part of the process, I find I enjoy that immensely

11. Who plays their music out loud?

Orion: Me. It isn't like Halcyon...ites? Halcyoners…? It isn't like people in Halcyon actually have real music. I mean it wasn't even all that great in my time. I go back a couple centuries for the good stuff.

Max: He plays these incredibly theatrical, over the top, but admittedly catchy ballads and sings along with them with great enthusiasm. It's quite a spectacle. Old Earth music had a lot of heart.

12. Who hogs the bathroom?

Orion: me

Max: It takes him an obscenely long time to get ready for the day.

13. Who gives the most compliments?

Orion: Max

Max: Orion

14. Who usually starts/causes arguments between you?

Orion: Used to be Max. Now? I honestly couldn't tell ya. We don't tiptoe around our differences anymore. I’ll tell him anything, even if that means telling him he's pissing me off

Max: Likely me. You know how I can be.

15. Who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Orion: I guess I'd be worried about embarrassing anyone in public. I want him to feel safe and confident with me. But, I guess I'm a bit much sometimes… over the top? Flamboyant? Anyway not much seems to embarrass him anymore.

Max: Embarrassment is in the mind, and comes from an inability to let go of our own sense of self importance.

16. Who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Orion: It's probably weird that I still call him Preacher, isn't it?

Max: Is it strange that I still use Captain from time to time?

17. Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Orion: He is so gentle and kind when I'm sick. It's almost too much. More than I deserve.

Max: "Fuss" isn't a strong enough word for what Orion does. Every time I get so much as a fucking splinter you'd think the universe was crashing down around us and only he had the power to stop it.

18. Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Orion: I can't stay mad at him

Max: I can't stay mad at him

19. Who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Orion: Look. If you’re scared, there is no person in the star system… probably the universe… who is going to keep you safer than Max.

Max: Orion provides an emotional security and comfort that I am entirely unused to, on a level that I’m not sure can be matched by any other human being. In terms of actual physical protection and safety? His strengths lie elsewhere.

20. Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Orion: I think most people would be surprised how physically “passionate” he is. I mean, imagine his enthusiasm out on the tossball pitch or in a fray… and turn that into something intimate. It’s. Uh. Really something.

Max: I’m sure he’s telling you all sorts of sordid details, but that simply isn’t my style. You’ll have to use your imagination.

#captain orion augustus #maximillian desoto #the outer worlds #my art #maximillian desoto/male captain

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thenovelartist · 3 years

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A Blanc Slate, Chapter 8

22. Cosplay

“I’m going to face Ladybug tomorrow.”

The atmosphere shifted in an instant, time stopping for a moment. “Oh?”

“I can’t put this off,” Chat said. “And… I think I’m ready to, anyway.”

While part of Marinette felt relieved, part of her was panicking. Because apparently, she had one day to think of what to say to her kitty cat to convince him to… well, to keep in touch in some way, she supposed. She couldn’t convince him to continue being Chat if that ring was killing him, but there was no way she was willing to let him go yet. Not when he still meant the world to her.

“I’m proud of you,” was what she ultimately said when all other words seemed to fail her. “You were fighting that for a bit, so it must have been a hard decision.”

Chat looked down at his ring. “I… it was,” he admitted. “But mostly, it has to be done. And my friend… she said some things that kinda hit me and made me realize I had to do this.”

“I’m really glad to hear it,” she said, keeping up her smile and pretending it actually wasn’t tearing her up inside. It hadn’t been her to help him, and a part of her hated that.

He shrugged. “So… I guess you can say today’s visit is a good-bye.”

Her expression fell. So this would be the last time Chat would come by before he gave up his ring. But she also realized Marinette wouldn’t know that. She quickly scrambled to respond appropriately. “Oh? You’re not going to stop by anymore?”

He shook his head. “I’m giving up being Chat Noir… er… Blanc.”

“Noir,” she countered. “You’ve always been Chat Noir, even if you’re white at the moment.”

He huffed, bitter smile picking up his lips. “You know… when I first turned white, felt like I was cosplaying, but now I don’t even know what it feels like to be Noir anymore.”

“I never really thought there was a difference,” she said. “You’re still the hero of Paris in my eyes.”

The smile he gave her this time was bittersweet and sorrowful. “Then remember me like that, Princess. Please.”

She nodded. “I promise.”

He relaxed at her answer, as though that weight on his shoulders eased a little. “Promise me one last thing, princess?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Will you stick by Adrien’s side?”

She blinked a few times, trying to wrap her head around his words. Because while she hadn’t known what to expect, that certainly wasn’t even in the ballpark of possibilities. “Wh… what do you mean? I mean, yeah, of course I’ll stay by his side, but—”

“That’s all I need to know,” he said. “He needs you.”

Her brow furrowed, her confusion rising by the second. “What made you say that, though? I didn’t know you knew him.”

“I do,” Chat said. “In a way.”

“That’s vague.”

He shrugged.

“You’re really not gonna tell me?”

For a moment, his expression turned soft. “Maybe in time, Princess, you’ll figure out why.”

“But you just said this was your good bye.”

“It is,” he confirmed. “But you’re not saying good bye to Adrien.”

Understanding slowly dawned on her. It seemed like Chat was hinting Adrien would tell her someday. Maybe that was one of those many secrets that sat on his shoulders that was weighing him down so much.

But she supposed Chat was right when he said ‘in time’ because she wouldn’t push Adrien for anything right now. She’d wait until he could stand on his own feet again, at least.

“Well,” she continued. “Tit for tat, right?”

Chat quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that Ladybug seemed really distraught over the thought of loosing you,” she started, trying to chose her words carefully. “So, will you promise me that you’ll reassure her you’re not going anywhere?”

His lips tugged down int a grimace. “Princess…”

“Because maybe this is just my perspective, but a Ladybug without her Chat Noir seems… really weird and wrong.”

Chat bit his lip while a war of emotions played out behind his eyes. In the end, he sighed. “Okay. I promise.”

“I mean, you love her, right?”

“I do,” he murmured.

“Then wouldn’t it be harder to leave things strained between you?”

Chat seemed flustered by her challenge, his ears falling and lips curling into a confused frown. “I… yeah. It would.”

He grinned, able to relax a bit. Because she knew her kitty well enough to know he meant those words. There was hope yet.

23. Video games

Something told her she wasn’t supposed to catch him on her balcony. After all, he told her yesterday that he wouldn’t be coming by anymore, and he looked rather shocked and flustered by her sudden appearance on her balcony.

“Uhh, hey,” he said, giving her a weak smile.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, grinning as she hopped up onto her balcony, pretending as though she wasn’t just about to transform to go meet him. She begged her panicked heart to calm down all while being super thankful he hadn’t caught her. She didn’t know how he’d take that and the last thing she wanted was to make her cat run away during her last chance to convince him to stay.

“What brings you by again?” she finally asked before spotting the wrapped gift in his hand.

He seemed to realize he was holding said object, startling before extending the pink papered box out to her. “I owe you a sincere thank you,” he said. “So I just… wanted to leave you a little something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said. “I thought you deserve it. And more, but this is the least I can do.”

She took the extended gift. “Can I open it now?”

He shrugged. “I guess. If you want.”

Careful to not tear the paper to the best of her ability, she snapped the tape with a fingernail and opened the gift, only to see the newest video game she’d been saving up for. “How’d you know?”

“A guess,” he said with a shrug and a smile. “And I thought you’d appreciate some down time since you’ve basically been working on nothing but commissions while babysitting… er, well, two grown men.”

She chuckled, holding the gift close to her chest. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, but contrary to what Marinette thought would happen, he didn’t immediately turn to leave. “Hey, um… do me a favor?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Maybe… take that over to Adrien sometime,” he said sheepishly. “Because I think the workaholic could use a break and might only take one if you force it on him.”

With a sigh, she smiled before giving him a nod. “Something tells me he wouldn’t be up for it right away. I’d settle for seeing him sleep more and eating properly, at the moment.”

“Something tells me you’ll see that in time.”

“I really hope so,” she softly spoke. “I hate watching him suffer like this.”

Something in Chat’s expression softened. “I think he really appreciates your concern. Just be sure to take care of yourself too, okay?”

“I’ll work on that,” she said with a wink.

24. Jealousy

“Hey,” Marinette asked right before Chat was about to leap away. “Do you want some cookies or anything sweet before you go? Or did your friend force feed you again?”

He paused, leaning back against the railing to steady himself. Marinette couldn’t miss the small smile that picked up the corners of his lips. “She force fed me again. And not to mention she’s a pretty good baker herself.”

Suddenly, the amount of jealousy she was feeling towards chat’s mystery friend spiked. It took her a moment to realize that it was because she felt… like she was being replaced. This girl seemed to hold a special place in his heart beyond either her as Marinette or her as Ladybug. She thought Ladybug was the love of his life, but whenever he mentioned this friend, he got a little twinkle in his eye. And that hurt more than she ever could have expected.

But she tried to cool her head. If this person was the only person to get through to Chat, then she’d take it, even if it broke her heart in the process. Because… just as he loved Ladybug, she loved him. Saying it was a strictly romantic love may have been a stretch, but this man…

No one would ever replace him. And she didn’t want anyone to.

“I’m glad to hear it. But, I’m a pretty good baker, too, you know,” she said with a wink, hoping to smother those intense feelings of hers.

“You are,” he admitted, with a teasing smile. “But I would have to say she’s on your level.”

“I’d gladly hold a bake-off with her and prove that wrong.”

Chat burst into a giggle fit that soon turned into a coughing fit. “Ahh, princess,” he eventually choked out, shooting her a strained smile. “So competitive.”

“You better believe it,” she said, trying not to calm her worry. He was trying to brush it off, slowly regaining his composure. Part of her wanted to get him to sit down while she got him some water, but he seemed to be steady again. However, it was a good reminder that now might be a good time to let him go. He had to go see the other her, after all, and she was anxiously looking forward to that. “Now, I’ll let you go to go see your lady.”

Any joy that had been on his face faded, his smile turning sad as his ears drooped. “Yeah. Wish me luck?”

You can have half of it, kitty. Because I’ll need the other half to get you to stay. “Good luck, Chat. And it’s been wonderful knowing you.”

Warmth returned to the smile he gave her. “Thanks, princess. It’s been wonderful knowing you, too. Never change.”

And with that, he leapt off into the night, a white blur on the horizon.

Marinette watched him disappear, then took an extra moment to put the game on her bed before hopping back out on her balcony to transform. She was ready to face her kitty. It was now or never.

#miraculous ladybug #marichatmay2021 #marichat

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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“Helpless” *Part 3*

Ok, I got the 2nd dose of the CoVid Vaccine yesterday and it’s kicking my ASS, so I’m gonna blame the writing on that. I wasn’t even gonna do a chapter tonight but I can’t let my babies down!!!!

Please forgive me, I didn’t plan this story out as well. I don’t know how long it’s gonna go, I’m flailing, coming apart at the seams.

ANYWAY, ENJOY! 😂

Also for the record the micro expression thing is a real thing, there was a whole show about it! #LieToMe

This story is just an excuse to exploit my fascination with it. 😅 #jk

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

My Lovelies:

@wanniiieeee

@word-scribbless

@chasingeverybreakingwave

After greeting your new guests, you took their drink orders and handed them two menus, explaining the specials. You glanced over to see Rafael furiously scribbling notes down on his legal pad; SUPER.

“....How’s the Cesar salad here, dear?” the older woman of the couple asked.

“It’s great-- really--” you were explaining when you caught Rafael’s eye when he glanced up to look at you. He smiled, and you thought your knees would give out.

“Amazing,” you sighed in a dreamy wisp.

“Really? That good, huh?” The woman glanced over to where you had been looking. Rafael quickly looked elsewhere, then sipped his scotch and continued writing.

“Well he looks yummy too,” She winked, as her husband looked up from his menu with a wary eye.

“I’ll be back with your drinks,” you nodded and quickly excused yourself to make their drinks. After quickly mixing and serving them, you returned to Rafael who was now grinning from ear to ear.

“Are you going to actually order, or…?” You asked, leaning your elbows on the bar across from him.

“In a minute, sure. FIRST, you answer some questions, camarera--” You gave him a face. “It means waitress,”

“Right...cute,” you rolled your eyes, but inside you were melting. Anything spanish coming out of that man’s mouth sounded like straight porn.

“But, I’m not just going to sit here and let you interrogate me, counselor,” you smirked. “Tit for tat-- you ask me one, I’ll ask you one. And remember, I’ll know if you’re lying,” you wagged your eyebrows at him.

“Well that’s just unfair, don’t you think? You could tell me anything and I’d believe you,” he argued.

“Oh really? Because I look that innocent?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Because you’re that pretty,” he winked, causing your cheeks to flush hot. Damn, he was good.

“Alright alright, down boy,” you tried playing it off like you weren’t mentally squealing like a 12 year old. “First question?”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Excuse you? How old do you think I am?!” You didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. You had always been told you looked young for your age, but you didn’t want him thinking you were barely jailbait or something. WAIT, was that him making sure you weren’t?

“Why don’t you ask me my age, counselor? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

“Asking a woman’s age is the equivalent of asking to get punched in the nuts,” he chuckled.

“True. Well I’m older than 21 but younger than 40,” you smirked.

“So...22 then?” He winked.

“Whatever you want, papi,” you winked back, causing his eyes to glisten with arousal.

“But to answer your actual question, I want to work in law someday,” you added, turning his amorous eyes to curious ones.

“Really? Because of me?”

“Oh my GOD, could you be any more narcissistic?” you scoffed.

“I could be, most definitely yes,” he nodded.

“NO, believe it or not my world doesn’t revolve around you; in fact until yesterday you were just ‘tie guy’,”

“Tie guy?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Your ties. They are very...intricate,” you nodded to the tie he was currently wearing. To your surprise, he nervously adjusted it and looked down, as if he was embarrassed by his love for flamboyant ties.

“Not in a bad way, I like them a lot. Especially when they match your suspenders,” as soon as the words left your mouth, you heard the “fatal attraction” in them.

“Okay see how is this fair, you clearly know much more about me than I know about you,” You fanned yourself, your skin was going to be permanently burned red from this entire conversation.

“Yes but to be fair you just keep revealing that information yourself, and it’s really only facts about myself, just with a stalker’s viewpoint,” he quickly recovered from his own insecurities once again, reveling in your skill of self destruction.

“ANYWAY-- No, not because of you. I’ve just been fascinated with the micro expression thing since I was a teenager, and I think if it hasn't been already introduced as tactics for law enforcement, it definitely should be. Having human lie detectors on hand would be very beneficial, don’t you think?”

“You do have a point,” he nodded. “If it was a real thing,” he rolled his eyes.

“It IS! Alright you know what-- new game,” You slammed the bar with your hands defensively..

“You tell me facts about yourself and I’ll tell you if you’re lying,”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I never agreed to that,” Rafael shook his head.

“Well you can agree now or I can keep waiting on other people, counselor,”

“...Alright, fine. But it goes both ways,”

“Oh you think you can tell when I’m lying?” You dared him.

“If I really try, sure. I am a lawyer,”

“Alright....fine.”

“So what are the terms of this game?”

“Hmmmm…..if I win, you have to mention this science--”

“Voodoo”

“SCIENCE, to your higher ups. Or someone who could do something with it,” you held out your hand.

“Alright...fine. And when I win, I eat free here for a week.” he smirked.

“WHAT? No no no, that shit will come out of my pocket, jackass,” You winced after the insult came out, you didn’t know what it was about him that caused such flippancy.

“...You know I’ve never been in a conversation with someone insulting me this much,” he chuckled.

“....Maybe not to your face,” You gave him a tongue-in-cheek smile.

“Touché…” he chuckled, twirling his pen between his fingers.

“Alright fine, if I win, you have dinner with me next week. Anywhere but here,” he grinned, amused at the shell shocked look on your face. You quickly shook it off and tried to play it cool.

“....You know I’ve never been in a conversation with a guy who worked this hard just to ask me out,”

“Oh please, I could’ve asked you to follow me home last night and you would’ve done it,” he smirked, causing you to hit him with feigned protest.

“But what fun would that be?” he asked coyly, biting his lip.

“ORDER UP!” You heard the kitchen call your order.

“Shit...I’ll be right back,” You took Rafael’s glass and filled it back up, sliding it back to him.

“Trying to get me drunk?” He gave you a look.

“More like trying for a bigger tip,” you giggled, going back for the food.

---

You grabbed your other guests dinner and refilled their drinks, making sure they were taken care of for a while before returning to Rafael to start your new game.

“Alright….so first question: Any brothers or sisters?” you started before he could think of a question.

“One brother two sisters,” he replied with a straight face.

“NOPE. Lie. Straight out of the gate, really, counselor?!”

“Oh please, how could you know that,” he rolled his eyes.

“Please, with that ego, you’re definitely an only child.” You both laughed, he nodded.

“Alright, same question,”

“8 brothers, 7 sisters,”

“Oh now THAT’S a load of bullshit! In New York City? No way,”

“Well, technically. I was raised in a group home-- orphan,”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he went for your hand, but you shook it off.

“Not a big deal, moving on,”

“Hey--” he took your hand this time. “For what it’s worth, having parents isn’t exactly great either,”

Hint of a sad tone, a micro anger expression at the word ‘parents’.

“...Mom or dad?”

“What?”

Eye twitch at the mention of “dad”.

“What did your dad do?”

“Wha-- what is happening? What are you doing?” his eyes darted back and forth between yours trying to figure you out.

“I told you, science,”

“Well STOP, whatever it is!” he dropped your hand and leaned back defensively.

Wow, something really must have gone down with his dad.

“Okay...sorry, I’m sorry. Sometimes it’s hard to turn off,” you apologized, he relaxed back in his stool. The awkward silence now made you want to run right out of the restaurant.

“We don’t have to play anymore, I’ll tell you whatever you want,”

“No no, it’s my fault. I thought you were full of shit until that just happened,” he muttered with half a laugh.

“Oh, yeah then totally your fault,” you tried to laugh it off, he gave you a small smile. He was clearly still shaken up by the mention of his father, or the fact that you knew something about it out of thin air.

“Seriously, we can--”

“What about my dad?” he interrupted you.

“What?”

“ What do you know about my dad?” he asked, a serious expression on his face.

“Wha--- I’m not actually a psychic, Rafael. I just noticed your eye twitch when I mentioned the word dad, indicating some stress associated with it. SCIENCE, not magic,” you made “magic” motions with your fingers.

“I mean for all I know you could just hate your daddy because he didn’t buy you a yacht when you were a kid,” you joked; a glance of shame.

“...But you didn’t grow up with money, did you?” You couldn’t help yourself.

“....Seriously, I’ll leave,” he dropped his pen.

“Sorry. SORRY. Okay fine fine um-- I grew up in Jersey, in a tiny house in a room shared by five girls, it was like living in a closet. My foster parents only wanted the paychecks for each kid, so we basically raised each other. I made friends with Arianna who was also in the system when I got to high school, and as soon as we turned 18 we took off for the city, and we’ve been living out of our car for years,” you hoped your self deprecating life story negated whatever shit went down with his dad.

“....How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay so we live in a studio apartment, but we did live out of our car for a year,”

“....I grew up in the barrio,” he finally spoke after a long pause.

“I assume that’s like the Mexican ghetto?”

“CUBAN,” he was clearly offended.

“Right. Sorry,” you bit your lip, knowing there was no way you’d be able to dig out the stiletto wedged in your mouth.

“I love my mom, she did the best she could. And my abuela is the sweetest woman in the world. But my dad…” he rolled his eyes, his knuckles slightly curled at the mention of his father.

“....He’s dead now, so it’s irrelevant,” he shrugged uncomfortably.

“Right. Yeah no, sure,” this time you placed a hand over his.

“Miss, can we get a dessert menu please?” You heard the woman from the other end of the bar calling for you.

“I um-- I gotta--” you motioned between the couple and the back.

“Right-- hey um, do you think I could get my usual?” He asked softly, his cocky demeanor diminished.

“Y-Yeah! Of course, yeah I’ll be right back,” you smiled awkwardly at him and bolted to the kitchen.

For fuck’s sake, could you be any more awkward? This is why you didn’t have friends; people don’t want their lives being read on their faces.

It’s fine, you’re fine. You’ll just fix it when you come back….

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Crown of Thorns

“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.

“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”

Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.

Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky

Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.

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Part Two: A Rose Between Two Thorns

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“Everything seems to be happening so quickly.” Pepper sighed, as her and Y/N were shown colour schemes for the big day, that was only a few hours away.

Y/N had sat, slumped on her chair, flicking through fabrics, whilst silently wishing she was with Peter during his sparing session, which was taking place in the courtyard, just outside the window.

“Lady Mother, please may I be excused?” Y/N asked for the fourth time that day.

“Once again, Y/N…no, you may not go to your sparing session today. You have to choose fabrics for your gown,” Pepper frowned at Y/N, who scrunched her face up in disapproval, “Now…do you like the peppermint green, or blood orange?”

Y/N’s eyes bulged at the sight of the harshness of the materials being held up to her.

“Neither.” Y/N faked retched, sticking her fingers down her throat, in an attempt to produce a gagging noise.

“Y/N, please. I too am unhappy with these arrangements, but we don’t have a choice. Your father has done what he could to protect the peace of our kingdom…”

“But what about me? How is marrying me off to two psychopaths keeping me safe?” Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes and folding her arms.

“Y/N, I have told you too many time…don’t call them that.” Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose, before looking back, at a just as peeved Y/N.

“Your father would do anything to keep you safe and believe it or not; by gifting you to King Stephen’s fine young Princes, he is doing so.” Pepper swept some of Y/N hairs away from her forehead.

“I know that Daddy loves me. It’s just…their so…old.” Y/N shivered as she thought of the age gap between her and the two Princes. Even with her tutoring in courtship and what-not, she still thought that the Princes were too old for her.

“You’re not marrying them in a few days.” Pepper chuckled, “This is simply your betrothal, you will marry them, when you are of age, which will be…”

“I will rule my kingdom when I am old enough and wise enough to withstand the power and the control needed to protect my kingdom accordingly, this will be when I am eighteen years of age.” Y/N rattled, like she was a robot, huffing out the words that she had been learning since she was tiny.

“Very good…now, pick a fabric.”

~~~~~~

“It’s so boring, Peter. They made me sit around choosing different cloths and napkins and cutlery and drapes and carpets and dinner plates…and are you even listening to me?” Y/N sat up slightly on the tree branch that she was dangling off, to look at the boy, who was staring far off into the distance.

“Hello, calling Master Parker, are you listening to me?” Y/N prodded Peter in the side, making him shake out of his trance like state.

“Yeah, yeah something about napkins.” Peter shook his head, fiddling with his tunic.

“Peter, what’s the matter?” Y/N pulled herself up from hanging upside down, swinging one of her legs over the other side of the branch, so that she could look at Peter’s glum face square on.

“Nothing…nothings the matter.” Peter sighed, pulling his dagger, and starting to jab at the bark on the tree, flicking bits of wood everywhere.

“There must be something, you haven’t said a word since we finished practicing our Latin this morning.” Y/N shuffled closer, careful of Peter’s frantic jabs of his dagger.

“I haven’t been able to get a word in.” Peter grumbles, making Y/N pout.

“You could have told me to shut up…you usually do?” Y/N tilted her head in confusion at the pale boy, who was yet to meet her eyes.

“I can’t tell you to shut up, you’re the Princess.” Peter shrugged, sliding his dagger back into his belt, and pulling himself up onto a higher branch.

Y/N kept the glum look on her face, following him up the various amounts of branches.

“When has that ever stopped you?”

“Look I need to start showing you more respect. I’ve become lazy in the manners that my father and Uncle taught me. I need to remember my place.” Peter mumbled, again barely looking at the girl, who was desperately trying to keep up with her.

“Your place is being my friend and ally. Not my butler or servant.” Y/N tried to lighten the atmosphere, but Peter was not in a gaming mood.

“But I am your servant, Y/N. I am your father’s ward, not your suitor.” Peter said, seriously.

“Thank God.” Y/N tried to giggle, but it was met by another heart-breaking look from Peter.

“Ah, there you are young Y/N, I’ve been searching everywhere for you. Come your father wishes to speak with you privately.” They were interrupted by Jarvis, Anthony’s personal adviser, who stood at the bottom of the trees waiting for her.

“This conversation is not over, Pete.” Y/N spoke over her shoulder, as she began her decent, and following Jarvis to her father’s study.

~~~~

“There she is, my future daughter-in-law.” The unfamiliar voice made Y/N stop just short of the entrance to the study, Jarvis had to give her a light push on her back, in order to edge her into the room.

“Y/N, come in and meet King Stephen.” Y/N recognised the second voice of her father, relaxing slightly.

She edged her way around the side of the room, giving Stephen and his many advisors a wide birth. Joining her father behind his desk, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, as she flicked her eyes up to the lean man stood in front of her, who appeared to be analysing her every feature, making her shuffle on her feet, uncomfortably.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, your Grace.” Y/N did a small bob, hoping that would suffice as a curtsey.

“You too, your Highness. I will say, my sons will be impressed with your beauty.” Stephen flashed her a wicked smile, when he caught her shuddering at his words.

“Not until she is eighteen, they will not.” Anthony spoke coarsely, making Stephen smirk.

“I understand that there is an age gap between our offspring, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t admire the beauty that will only grow greater as Princess Y/N, grows older.” Stephen quipped, Y/N watched her father clench his fists on top of his mahogany desk, but he didn’t respond to Stephen’s comment directly.

“Very well, your boys may comment on her splendour, but I’d kindly ask you to stop. You will not make my daughter your fourth wife.” Anthony spat, Y/N had never seen him behave in such a way, to be so short and direct with another monarch, she couldn’t lie…she was proud.

“We both have had our fair share of wives, my Lord.” Stephen replied darkly, the comment making Y/N’s heart clench, as she realised that Stephen was referring to her late mother.

“Gentlemen, if I could just interrupt this wonderfully productive tit-for-tat conversation and remind you both of why you are here.” Y/N’s ears perked at the sound of a friendly voice, she looked up and beamed when she saw the man, who had tutored her from the smallest of ages.

“Yes, you are right, Vision, we must stop this childish talk, and get down to business.” Anthony cleared his throat and nodding accordingly to the Vision.

He had been an advisor of many kingdoms, before settling in the Iron Islands, he was an ally to all, but he had a soft spot for Y/N. The Vision had told Y/N, that he had, had a dream, that she would be the light that will block out the darkness of the world, and that was why he must be the one to tutor her, in the ways of the world.

“I quite agree.” Stephen grumbled, pulling out a quill and a roll of parchment, Anthony mirrored his actions.

“We are here to set in written word, the agreement of our Kingdoms, that will become forever united by the marriage of our children.” Anthony rattled off, Stephen and his group of elderly men nodding in agreement.

Y/N let out a subtle huff.

‘I’m going to be here for a while.’

~~~~~

“Y/N…your highness…you must wake up…”

Y/N shook awake, her hair standing on ends, as she currently had the bedheads of all bedheads.

“What’s going on?” Y/N spoke through a yawn, rolling onto her back, to look at the Lady Maria, who was filling a silver tin tub, with warmed water.

“It’s your betrothal day, your highness.” Lady Maria smiled, but Y/N just groaned, rolling over to face plant in her bed, pulling the sheets up and over her head.

“I’m not going.” Y/N yelped when the sheets were ripped off of her body, and the cool air prickled her skin as she clutched her night dress tighter.

“You have to go.” Lady Wanda smiled, strolling into the room, with Y/N’s betrothal dress, draped over one of her arms, but then hung it up, allowing the blue lacy to tumble to the floor, exposing the rich fabric.

“Could you tell them that I feel unwell?” Y/N questioned, trying to hide under her pillow, but that too was taken away from her.

“Do you feel queasy, do I need to call for the physician?” Lady Maria began to pat Y/N’s forehead, testing it for a fever.

“Not yet, but I imagine something will befall me, when I look upon those Princes.” Y/N muttered.

“Don’t be silly, your Highness.” Lady Maria tutted, “Now come on, up with you.”

Y/N felt a hand wrap around one of her ankles, and pull her to the bottom of the bed, and forcing her up onto her feet. Her toes curled, as the cold stone floor made her hiss, and look back at her comfy bed in despair.

“Let’s get you in this water, before it gets cold.” Lady Wanda said, kindly. Pulling the night dress over Y/N’s head and huddling her into the bath.

Y/N sighed outwardly, when he chilling figure was encompassed by the soapy suds of the tin tub, it eased her tense muscles, but not her knotted stomach, which continued to twist with unease and anxiety.

~~~~

“…and there…finished.” Lady Wanda smiled brightly at Y/N, as she placed the final finishing touches on the young Princess. The final item being a silver crown, that had once been worn by her mother. It was pristine in its condition, consisting of shining arch ways, and peaked spikes, it glimmered in the light of the morning sun, that was cast through the small arrow window in Y/N’s bed chambers.

“Your mother is looking down on you today, my Princess.” Lady Wanda gestured to the way the light was beaming in through the window, and pooling around Y/N, making her features glow, and the tiara sparkle.

“You really are, the most beautiful Princess, in all of the Kingdoms.” Lady Wanda sighed.

“She truly is.” Y/N slowly spun round, to look at her father, who was leaning on the wall, arms folded and eyes sparkling, as he surveyed his young daughter, “Please, leave us.”

Lady Maria and Lady Wanda curtseyed, before scuttling out of the room, to leave the two royals alone.

“They speak the truth, you know. You really are stunning, my little Princess.” Anthony smiled, taking hold of his daughter’s hands, and rubbing the top with his thumb.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Y/N blushed, giving his hands a squeeze, which was returned.

“I’m sorry that I have not given you much choice, in deciding, who you will be with, for the rest of your life, but please remember, that I have done this to keep you safe. And I know that you’ve heard the stories about the Princes…”

“Which you told me.” Y/N sassed, jutting an eyebrow, making Anthony sigh, and a smile grin cross his lips.

“Which I told you…but they are just that stories, I don’t know them truly, but what I do know, is that they will protect you, and that makes me happy.” Anthony sighed, his heart breaking, as he realised that by the end of the day, the Princess in the tower, will no longer belong to him, and instead; he will be raising her, only to ship her off, when she turns eighteen.

“I know, Daddy. What you have done, is to keep me safe, and I know you will continue to do so, even if I’m not here anymore. And besides, I’ve been trained by the best swordswoman, in the whole of the Marvel Continent. You didn’t think that Lady Valkyrie, would not teach me, how to handle myself.” Y/N laughed, making Anthony chuckle.

“Oh, I have no doubt, that you can handle yourself, my little love.” Anthony brushed his nose with Y/N, and she happily copied him back. “Are you ready, my young one?”

“I guess.”

They rode the golden painted carriage as it paraded through the streets, the people cheered watching their King and Princess sit happily side by side, waving to the adoring crowds.

It may as well have been Y/N’s wedding, the amount of effort that was put into today’s events, to the outside world, this was not a betrothal, this may have well been her wedding.

Anthony had to keep reminding himself that his little girl, was only ten, but she already had the grasp on what it took to be a fine ruler.

They arrived outside the Abbey, Y/N could just about make out the sound of the organ that was playing inside, over the roar of the people, that only seemed to be getting louder. Stepping down from the carriage, Y/N linked arms with her father, squeezing his sleeve, and Anthony looked at her with a proud and reassuring smile, before leading her into the Abbey.

There was no cheering in the Abbey, it was deafly silent, the only noise came from the organ, that rattled off the hollow stone walls. Y/N got goose bumps when she glanced down at the end of the aisle, where the figures of two men stood shoulder to shoulder, dressed in their military uniforms.

“Ready, sweet girl?” Anthony asked her once again, Y/N swallowed thickly, glancing at the different Kingdoms, who had all gathered for the celebration.

“I think so.”

That would have to do, as soon the music on the organ changed, and Y/N was being pulled down the aisle by her father. The different faces, all shared different expressions, those who had allied with the Kamar-Taj kingdom, gave Y/N assuring smiles, such as King T’Challa, from Wakanda. Looking along the seats that were sat under the Kamar-Taj banners. Y/N noticed there was one person, who was not smiling at her.

It was a woman, with brown hair that was just shoulder length, Y/N flipped through her mental book of Kings and Queens, then it came to her.

Queen Margret of England.

She was watching Y/N’s every step, her scowl appearing to grow deeper the closer she got to the altar.

Changing her eye line, as the constant surveillance made a chill go down Y/N’s back, she looked over to her ‘family’ so to speak, but she wasn’t as comforted as she hoped that she might have been.

Unlike the majority of the Kamar-Taj crowd, who had been smiling, the opposite side of the room, had deep frowns, or looks of sympathy, as they watched Y/N make her way to the end of the aisle.

Her throat grew dry, the distance between her and the Princes were growing shorter, her knees going weak, as she pulled up alongside them.

Anthony let go of Y/N’s arm, the area of her arm, growing cold, as the warmth and security of her father was disappearing. Anthony kissed the side of her head, his lips lingering, as he willed all of his strength and love into her, before leaving her side, and taking his seat in one of the front rows, next to Pepper, who squeezed his hand tightly.

Y/N steadied her breathing, as one of the Princes; the one with blonde hair, moved so that Y/N was trapped between the two of them.

The only source of comfort that Y/N had, was that the Vision was initiating the betrothal, his warm smile brought Y/N some more reassurance.

“To our friends and allies of Kingdoms far and wide, we gather here today to witness the binding of two families, and the promise that one day the union will be solidified in marriage.” The Vision began.

The Princes towered over Y/N, their maturity obvious with their tall stature and light stubble that graced their jaws. Y/N had never felt so young and small, when positioned next to men.

Their military medals hung off their broad chests, clinking together, when they moved.

“We will bind the arms of the two families, the green vines represent the growth and fertility that the marriage will bring to both of the Kingdoms.”

A green and gold twine was wrapped around Y/N’s left and right arm, it felt heavy like shackles, and her two jailers wrapped their own arms in the twine, connecting the three together.

“Prince James Buchanan of Kamar-Taj repeat the words that I speak,” Prince James nodded, grasping Y/N’s small hand, his fingers were cold, and his hand was large, Y/N could feel his strength, just from the palm of his hand.

“I, James Buchanan of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.”

“I, James Buchanan of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.” His voice sent shudders through Y/N, she had to stop herself from shivering.

“Son of Stephen Vincent of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.”

James repeated the Vision once again, Y/N could barely look at James, he was good looking, but no matter how hard Y/N tried, she couldn’t forget the stories that she had heard, that made him so ugly.

“Do swear to fulfil the promise of marriage to Y/N Y/M/N of the House of Stark, daughter of Anthony Edward, the rightful Princess and heir to the throne of the Iron Islands.”

James’ dark eyes fixed upon Y/N, and spoke the words that he was told, Y/N had to keep her mouth clamped shut, so that he couldn’t hear her teeth chattering.

~~~~~

The ceremony appeared to go on for hours, each of them taking it in turns to repeat the Vision’s words.

Eventually it came to the end, the Vision removed the twine, freeing Y/N physically from the tie, but Y/N didn’t feel any lighter, the weight of what had just happened still weighed heavy on her shoulders.

Once the ceremony was completely over, and the three made their way back down the aisle, and into the golden carriage that waited outside. Unlike before, when Y/N could barely hear herself think, because of the noise of the people, she could now hear the street rats that were scavenging through the leftovers.

The street had never been so quiet, as the crowd just watched the little Princess climb into the carriage with the grown Princes.

It was almost a completely silent trip back to the castle for the evening events. Almost silent, it was briefly broken by a shout from a woman.

“Mother killers.”

Y/N froze, watching the two men for a reaction, James’ lips twitched, and Steve’s hands clenched, but they didn’t flinch or speak.

From then on, there was a tense atmosphere within the small space.

~~~~~

The night was long, and dull.

Y/N had to sit between the two Princes, whilst she watched her friends and family dance and laugh, whilst she had to sit glumly with James and Steve, who had not spoken to her since they had made their promise vows.

“Will you dance with me?” Y/N whispered, looking nervously between the two.

They looked at each other, scowls good and strong, unmoved.

“No.”

Y/N sighed, sitting back in her chair, slumping her head onto her balled up fist.

Then Y/N spotted Peter, his position was the same as her, bored out of his mind, picking at the food that was left on his plate with his fork.

“Excuse me.” Y/N shuffled her heavy chair back, but as she went to walk away, her arm was caught by James, who held it tightly, stopping her from leaving, “What are you doing?”

“You need to stay with us, you are ours now.” James pulled Y/N back towards him, and up onto her chair.

“I’m not yours, not yet. I’m simply promised to you, and promises can be broken, so let go of me, before I scream, and you are beheaded for harming the Princess.” Y/N glared at James, who stared back, but then Steve cleared his throat, catching both of their attention.

“Let her go, Bucky. Let her enjoy her last few years of freedom.” Steve smirked, wickedly.

James’s grip loosened enough for Y/N to wriggle free and she soon made her way to Peter.

“Hey, Pete. Why the long face?” Y/N asked sitting next to him. She clearly caught him off guard, his fork clattering to the plate when he jumped in surprise.

“Err…Y/N, what are you doing here?” Peter stuttered, his eyes were darting between Y/N’s face, and the look of thunder the two Princes were giving him.

“You looked miserable, and I was miserable, so I thought we could relate.” She spoke freely, popping a grape in her mouth, “What is wrong with you, you’ve been like this for weeks, just tell me what is bothering you.”

Peter looked around, then grabbing Y/N’s hand under the table, and pulling her out of the ballroom.

“Peter, where are you taking me? I can’t be gone for too long.” Y/N worried, watching the way Prince James and Steve watched her leave the hall, with the young boy.

Peter didn’t say anything, pushing the doors of the throne room open, and slamming them behind him. Y/N looked around the room, before taking a seat on her father’s throne, turning to the side and dangling her legs over the side.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered, Petey?” Y/N continued to tease, watching the way Peter’s skin was growing clammy, and he started playing with his hair.

“I need you to know something. I have to tell you, or I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Peter started to worry Y/N.

“Just tell me, Peter.” Y/N sighed.

“I’m in love with you.”

The world stopped spinning, a whooshing noise went into Y/N’s ears, as she looked at Peter in disbelief.

“What did you say?” Y/N sputtered.

“I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you since I was six years old.” Peter smiled, but it faded when he watched Y/N’s stunned face, remain just that.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Y/N eventually choked out.

“Because I need you to know. I couldn’t go on, knowing that I hadn’t told you.” Peter sat on the steps that walked up to the throne, his head between his knees.

“But what am I supposed to do. I’m getting married in eight years. I’ve been promised.” Y/N climbed off the throne, kneeling next to Peter. “What am I supposed to do Peter?”

“I know nothing can ever happen, you are a Princess, I am just a Ward.” Peter turned to Y/N, trying to touch her hands, but she pulled away shaking her heard.

“No, Peter. I can’t do this.”

“Well…isn’t this cute.”

Chills went down her spine, when Y/N turned to the door, to see her future husbands standing by the throne room doors.

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Maybe There’s Hope: chpt 6 Hold My Hand

Starting from the final events of 09x20 The Truth, Mulder and Scully tackle their new reality as fugitives. When they finally settle into things, Scully finds out she is pregnant again. A canon divergent AU where I thought, what if Scully got pregnant whilst on the run instead of at the end of season 11?

2.8k words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic; read on ao3

Hastily, they had bought a punnet of strawberries and booked into the nearest motel– each while trying to suppress smirks of anticipation. Scully had barely gotten through the door, and a strawberry in her mouth before Mulder was on her, leaving sloppy kisses down the column of her neck. Her head fell back against the door and she involuntarily moaned. When his teeth scraped along her skin, she pushed him away, giggling, "Mulder!"

"Yes?" he chuckled. He looked at her with the smile of a long lost puppy, and yet with eyes that bloomed with desire. She cupped his cheek, falling straight into those whirls of grey and hazel. Standing on her tip-toes, she leaned up to meet his lips. Softly and slowly, she kissed him and walked him to the bed: the strawberries forgotten on the table by the door. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he fell backwards and Scully followed, landing on top of him.

She braced herself, forearms laying on his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his breathing. Taking a moment, she let her eyes travel down to the pout of his lips, touching delicately with the tips of her fingers what she could see. She let out a breathy laugh like she had expected to find a mirage instead of his soft skin. The culmination of all their years together lay before her in its simplicity. She felt as though she were waking up from a surreal dream that was the last few months.

"I love you," she breathed against his lips, shaping a thousand promises with three words.

One of Mulder's hands wound through her hair, tresses of blonde spilling from his fingers. He leaned in to steal a small kiss, murmuring, "Love you too."

Scully smiled, dragging her finger along the lips that whispered of other-worldly wonders long into the night. Somewhere deep behind them was a heart that beat to her rhythm and a mind that shared the same thousand vows.

With her tongue she retraced the pilgrimage that her fingers made, teasing for something deeper. Mulder took the bait. His fist tightened in her hair and he met her fervently, slowly dancing with her like they were still twirling around on the beach. The sweet taste of strawberry and the pure essence of Scully captured his senses, flooding his veins as she worked her way under his skin and through his entire body. At his lungs, she took his breath away until she gently broke the lock of their lips. He couldn't help the little gasp that she drew from him.

A smile still on her face, she urged him up, lifting his top over his head. Her smile only grew when her nails scratched through the thatch of hair that adorned his chest and drew circles around his nipples. She bit her lip at the tender thrust of his hips in response.

Thumbing the smile at the corner of her mouth, Mulder gently took her puckered lip between his. His hands wrapped around her waist, hugging her closer. One nudged the hem of her t-shirt up, needing to remove the barriers between them; the other dipped to the small of her back, reliving the bliss of dancing with her in his arms. His heart pounded with the sudden rush of the memory. He didn't know why he had said it but he meant it. My beautiful wife. He needed her to know it was more than a slip of the tongue.

"I'm serious, Scully," he murmured from somewhere inside her mouth. "One day, we'll get out of this mess... And I'll make that promise to you..."

"I know," she hushed, at once aware of where his mind was racing, wanting nothing more than to believe him. She also knew it could never happen. But that didn't matter. In the moment they were their's– that was all that mattered: the way they felt together living in the present. It was what she had fought so hard for and what she was now learning to seize. "But I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Oh?" he smirked with an innocent tone. "What do you want to talk about?"

Scully grinned. "Shut up, Mulder."

She let her hands do the talking as they wandered down his torso. Straddled over his lap, she shimmied backwards until she was off the bed, standing before him. She placed a light touch to his knees and he instantly understood her meaning, opening them so she could step closer. Her fingers walked up his thighs, meeting together over the prominent bulge showing in his pants. She bit her lip as she worked the fasten carefully, taking her time.

Mulder groaned when he saw the look on her face. "Scully, you're killing me."

Her eyes flickered up to his and he thought he would catch alight under their playful, glimmering heat. She saw him wholly and completely like he was the only thing in the world– he was her world– and the giggle she couldn't help was like a new dawn that lit it up. She used to giggle all the time: now less so. Whilst he knew it was partially his fault, he treasured every one he was blessed with: now more so.

He toed his shoes and socks off as Scully finally had his pants undone and, with his help, down his legs. Casting them aside, she stepped out of her own shoes and socks, her gaze traveling slowly down his body to where only a thin piece of cotton was left doing nothing to disguise his arousal.

"I feel a little overdressed," she chuckled.

He reached for her hand, rubbing circles reverently across the back of her hand. "You know, you could easily do something about that."

She rolled her eyes and took off her pants but left on her t-shirt, making Mulder pout. Gently, she pushed on his shoulders and he played along, falling back onto the mattress. Tongue subconsciously wetting her lip, she eased him out of his boxers, smiling when he sprung free.

He expected her to climb on top of him and bury him with her presence, her lithe body somehow adept at swamping his own frame. He didn't expect when she took him in her hands that it would be accompanied by the stroke of her tongue. Breath caught in his throat, he had to grasp the bedsheets when her mouth descended on him, the initial surprise almost too good to register.

Scully was worried that she had done something wrong but the tension in his body slowly released itself, alleviating her along with it. It had been a long time since they had done this and she regretted that she'd pushed him to go hard and fast in the past just to escape her own thoughts. She missed this: enjoyed the little whimpers and groans she could conjure from him. She missed them. It felt good to take back some control in the chaos of their lives; she liked the responsibility of taking care of him this way.

She continued to work her tongue around his shaft, teasing him with little licks and kisses, and cupping him from beneath. She hugged him between her lips, moving like the tide, testing how far she could take him. His hips twitched in restrain when she nudged him to the back of her throat, so she let up a little and sought out his hand, twining their fingers together and squeezing as if to say relax: it's okay.

"Scully, please..." he warned, managing to open his eyes long enough to see that she had heard him.

"Sorry," she smiled, crawling up the bed towards him. "I was enjoying myself."

"And me too apparently," he laughed, running his hands up her sides and taking her t-shirt with him. They snaked around her shoulder blades and beckoned her down into a sweet kiss before he pulled the top over her head. Her ruffled hair fell about her bare shoulders in mesmerising waves. Mulder tucked a strand behind her ear, aware that he was probably wearing the goofiest grin, a mirror to the one spread across Scully's countenance.

He braced her as they rolled over, her hair now splayed across the bed like a lion's mane. Hovering over her, he took a moment to detail the intricacies of her beauty like it was the first time before descending down the bed. Careful to avoid her breasts, he continued until he was kneeling on the floor.

Scully sat up on her elbows, peering down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Where are you going?" she asked, although she knew, she just wanted him on top with her.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders with a cocky smile, pulling her to the edge. "You really thought you wouldn't get tit for tat?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed, but put up no fight when he put his mouth to use.

Mulder rested at the crest of her thighs, leaving blossoming flowers of love bites on the inside of each, building anticipation until it hung closely in the air. He broke the spell, dragging his tongue leisurely through her arousal until he reached the peak. Placing his hands across her stomach, he took note of the swell of her breath and the shudders that rippled through her, tuning himself to her body like every word she offered was a literary masterpiece he was fortunate enough to have a translation for. When he sensed her rhythm was off kilt, he laid his chin on his hands and gazed at her furrowed brow.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It... I don't know... feels strange," she mused.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't even think about it," she uttered with an impish smirk.

Mulder dove back down, easing her with the softest of touches to the brink. It took longer than usual, slowly building the intensity of his strokes and plunges, drawing circles like ripples in ponds. There was something different about the way she moved in response; the way she felt under his tongue; the way she tasted tangier than usual. Then again, it had been a while since they had done this. And he missed it: the intimacy and care and devotion that flourished between them in the private darkness between the days. When the world was on the precipice of another tomorrow, they could roll around in the sheets of today and he would venerate all that was Scully. Never a religious man, he would spend hours at her altar, drinking holy water from her font whilst prayers fell from her parted lips. And the plentiful gasps and moans she left as offerings were a familiar and homely constant that he gathered in abandon.

He chuckled– the vibrations lighting her up like a Christingle– at the sacrilegious image that for him this was an act of confession. And with his recent absence from the confessional, Mulder had a litany of delicious sins to tell.

Her hand wound through his hair, her steel-tight grip tugging at his head with enthusiasm as her back arched hips lurched off the body. Her toes curled and he grunted as her heels dug into his back. He plunged in two fingers, drawing out her climax, waiting for that ultimate prayer.

"Ah! God, Mulder," she gasped.

Finally, he felt her quiver awash with sated pleasure. He lifted his head with a smile, chin glistening, and she laughed at his eager expression.

"Better?" he quipped.

She rolled her eyes, chest still heaving with shallow breaths. "If I say yes, will it wipe that smug smile off your face?"

His grin only broadened.

"Mulder, shut up," she whispered.

He scooped her up in his arms and shuffled on his knees across the bed. Scully had to bite her lip to stifle a giggle, being carried bridal-style seeming all at once completely ridiculous yet right. She relaxed into the strength of his arms supporting her and allowed herself to be transported like she allowed herself to be whirled around by him in the past, holding his hand as they chased mystery and adventure. It always felt right to go along with him– especially on the completely ridiculous. So, she wrapped her arm around his neck, the picture of his mouth still doing things to her even though she was bathing in a warm, fuzzy glow, and kissed his shiny, pink lips, momentarily distracting him. He stumbled and they fell into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.

"Scully!" he laughed.

"Yes?" she deadpanned.

He wanted to say that he missed this mischievous side to her, the smile on her face, and the laughter in her lungs, that seeing them all return felt like a dream come true. He sighed contently, letting his thoughts exhale before he cursed the moment.

A whisper of understanding passed in her eyes and in her smile, and she leaned in to kiss the sigh from his lips. She held onto him, cupping his cheeks with tenderness as if he would slip away if she let go. Pushing his tousled hair back, she ran her fingers down his sideburns and dragged her lips over his, tempting his tongue into her mouth.

He slowly pulled away, the lingering tingle of her lips ever-present. Kissing her forehead, he brought them together, steadily sheathing himself in her up to the hilt.

"Oh, God," she whispered, feeling so full she might burst. She sought his eyes hooded above, drowsy with lust and reverence. He soothed her, brushing his thumbs along her eyebrows and peppering kisses along her hairline, down her nose, and on her cheeks, waiting for her to tell him she was okay.

"I'm good," she eventually breathed, "but wait a second." She pushed him over and straddled his hips, reveling in the way he filled her. Gently, she ground against him in circles, eliciting sensations in places she could hardly imagine, it had been so long since she took the time to indulge in them. "Okay, now I'm good," she laughed.

Mulder's mind went into oblivion when she started to roll her hips. Her hands were everywhere on him: his chest, his arms, his shoulders, and through his hair, leaving trails of burning desire in their wake. He steadied himself with his hands on her hips, guiding the oscillation of her body like a deep-sea current, each wave from her coursing through him larger and rougher than the last. In the eye of the storm, Scully placed a hand over his at her hip, tenderly removing it so she could lace her fingers through his. Together they squeezed each other's hand: they were okay.

Their tangled hands landed above his head, bringing their tangled bodies closer together. They traded kisses and soft smiles, forging their love in the fires of hope, burning bright enough to stave off the hungry darkness.

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Scully woke up to morning light filtering through the blinds, her head and her arm resting on Mulder's bare chest. The rise and fall of his breaths were almost enough to lull her back to sleep, curled tightly around his warm body, but she kept her eyes open enjoying the quiet. She pulled Mulder's t-shirt that she was wearing to her nose, breathing in its smell. She hummed and closed her eyes.

The still was suddenly broke by a coiling feeling tightening in her gut. It shot through her, climbing up her throat. Panic rising with the bile, she rushed to the bathroom, only just getting there in time to lift the lid of the toilet. She wretched although her stomach was empty, the sound cutting through her like nails on a chalkboard. Her medical mind took over, speculating possibilities and eliminating them as quickly. She didn't have a fever, a headache, dizziness, none of the usual accompanying symptoms...

The nausea, the cravings, the tenderness. She wanted to curse herself, but of course, it wasn't possible. It hadn't been possible the first time. She flushed the toilet and got up. Looking in the mirror everything looked fine; she looked normal; she seemed normal. She shook her head: she was just being paranoid. It was probably all psychosomatic. She was just seeing patterns that weren't there.

Running the water, she cupped her hands underneath the stream to drink from and splashed her face as well. Mulder appeared behind her, his calming aura alerting her to his presence before he even soothed her nerves with the simple touch of his hand on her waist. He rested his head on top of hers, his sleepy, half-open eyes finding hers in the mirror.

"You left me," he mumbled. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just..." she trailed off not knowing really what to say. Instead, she turned into his arms and tried to relax. Everything was fine.

#i have just realised none of these have the breaks in from ao3 #whoops sorry if i confused anyone #maybe there's hope #my fic #msr #fox mulder #dana scully #on the run #the x files #xf fanfic

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The Corpse Bride - A Sapphic Rewriting (2/2)

I cannot believe this is the only decent screenshot where both the ladies are present!

Anyway, here is the second and last part of my sapphic rewriting of Tim Burton’s The Corpse Bride: it turned out a bit longer than I first thought but I hope you enjoy it!

If you do, please consider reblogging and/or spreading the word: it’s so hard being a writer on tumblr... 🙏

I also remind you the amazing fanart by @may12324 (here & here) and the AO3 Sapphic Emily/Victoria fanfics.

Tagging @gay-fandom-menace for the last update!

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As days passed, Emily went above and beyond to show her spouse the hidden beauty of the Land of the Dead and she eventually succeeded. Victoria looked less frightened of the residents living in the shadows and even accepted to attend the welcome party in her honour, where she apologised to the general for stealing his saber. It was almost as if she...forgot where she was or no longer cared about the oddity of the place, Emily noticed, looking her laughing at one of Bonejangles' mots d'esprit. She also realised that she enjoyed the time spent with her more than she could have foreseen. Victoria was always shy and almost regal in her poise but there were moments when Emily would say something funny and she would laugh, a hearty gracious laughter, covering her mouth with a hand. Or when she sighted contently petting a purring Miles. One day, returning from a walk up the hill, they found the pub deserted and decided to head inside. Emily produced herself in her best bartender impression that made her spouse giggle, and ventured behind the counter to fix herself a drink while her companion took a seat on a stool. "How many days have passed since I came here? It's so hard to have a perception of time down here..."

Emily turned, taking a sip of red wine. Victoria looked suddenly lost in her own thoughts. "I don't know, sweetheart...a week maybe? Why?" "Oh nothing" Victoria laughed weakly, shaking her head. "I was just wondering where Victor is now. If he's alright" "Who's Victor? Your brother?" the corpse bride asked, excited at the idea of learning more about her family. "Oh no! He's my fiancé...even if it sounds a bit weird calling him so, after meeting him the other day for the first time. I was looking for him in the woods when I stumbled into you" An unknown feeling spread a sudden cold inside Emily. She didn't know why but she felt suddenly less cheerful after that revelation. She heard herself asking Victoria to tell her more about him and that's how she learnt he was from a fish merchants family, the Van Dort - or the nouveaux riches as the Everglot called them with evident displeasure for their non-aristocratic roots-; his dark eyes and shy manners, his endearing clumsiness. He was also a formidable pianist, she added. "I can play the piano too! What music do you like?" Emily exclaimed, without thinking and taking Victoria's hands in hers. She guided her towards the instrument on the opposite side of the room and they both take a seat on the old dusty bench. Victoria giggled and threw her a curious look. "Something dreamy and nostalgic?" Emily asked, starting to play a solemn tune that caught her spouse's attention. Then, after a while and with a sudden yet gracious key change, she added, flashing a conspiratorial smile. "...or maybe something a bit more lively and cheerful?" When she started singing a popular ballad, Victoria gaped in surprise. Now she truly understood why her undead bride's fame was renewed for miles when she was alive: not only her features still bore traces of a rare beauty that surely won the hearts of hundreds suitors but also she had the voice of an angel. Her fingertips ran over the keyboard with confidence while her voice enchanted her with its supreme harmony. An angel of music, Victoria thought, contemplating her. Out of the blue, just before the grand finale, Emily's skeleton hand parted from the rest of her body and performed a joyous trill on the keyboard before running up Victoria's arm and shoulder. She was used to it going its own way from time to time but it kind of embarrassed her that it happened in front of her spouse. She giggled nervously. "Pardon my enthusiasm" To her great surprise, the Everglot girl wasn't horrified by what happened. She gave the hand an amused look and took her in her own. Then, she turned towards Emily and helped her placing it back at the end of her arm. The bride was about to mutter a thank you when she spoke. "I like your enthusiasm" When Emily met her gaze there was a new shade of red on the girl's cheeks and a bashful smile on her lips. The cold feeling that troubled her immediately vanished, replaced by a warmth that she hadn't felt since joining the Land of the Dead. Maybe in her whole life. Too soon Victoria diverted her dark eyes. "Why don't we play a duet?" Emily suggested. If possible, Miss Everglot blushed even more. "I don't play the piano" "Oh" Emily was genuinely surprised. "I'm sorry, I just thought-" "No, it's fine! It's just..." Victoria took a deep sigh. "Mother says music is improper for a young lady. Too passionate...so she never let me lay a finger on our piano" "Am I being...improper? My most sincere apologies, your ladyship" Victoria turned to see Emily offering a teasing smile. The grim mood caused by the mention of Mother instantly melted away and she found herself laughing. "Oh no, you played splendidly! It was truly lovely, Emily" Victoria said, serious again. "It's just Mother, she...well, I suppose you can say she never approves of anything" Emily nodded understandingly. A shadow crossed her face. "Do you think she would have approved of me? The two girls shared a long grim look, leaving the answer they both knew in their heart lingering in the air, unspoken. "You're lucky you'll never have to meet her" Victoria sighed, losing herself in her own thoughts and memories again. "The day I...found you and disappeared she came finding me before the rehearsals of the wedding. She only wanted to check if my corset was laced properly. And she made fun of my being a little nervous. She told me that it was nonsense because marriage is just a partnership, a little tit-for-tat" After a moment, she continued. "Since I was a child I've dreamt of my wedding day. I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, isn't it?" The smile on her lips was so pained that Emily felt the irresistible urge to place a hand over hers. The sudden gesture surprised Victoria who blinked her bid dark eyes. "I am just the same" the bride whispered, softly. "And I can teach you how to play the piano, if you like? So that we can play duets, what do you say?" Victoria considered for a moment then the doleful look in her eyes left room to a tiny little sparkle and she nodded enthusiastically, like a little girl. Content, Emily scooted closer so that shoulders brushed against each other and gently placed her hands over hers. Now she felt it too, the sparkle that brightened Victoria's face. "Loosen up yours shoulder and press whatever button you like. That's it! Now another, and that black one too...see how they combine together?" The impromptu lesson kept going until someone cleared his throat. Emily turned to see an ancient skeleton standing on the threshold soon followed by Miles. "Elder Gutknecht, what a lovely surprise! And welcome back, Miles: enjoyed your galavanting?" She stood and guided Victoria towards the newcomer. "Dear Elder, have you met my wife?" the bride asked with cheerful pride. "This is Victoria of the Land of the Living. Victoria, this is Elder Gutknecht, the most ancient spirit in our midst and resident Sage: ask him anything, he knows it!" Victoria gave the skeleton a gracious curtsy. "Enchanted, Elder Gutknecht" "Ah, so this is the lucky one, huh, Emily?" the old Sage inquired, jostling a heavy-looking tome in his arms. "Delighted to make your acquaintance Miss-" "Victoria, Victoria Everglot" "Miss Victoria Everglot!" he flashed an unreadable smile before addressing the corpse bride. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you, Emily" "Sure, speak away" "In private, actually...if you don't mind" Emily looked a bit surprised but obliged. She placed one hand on her spouse's shoulder before taking her leave. "Keep familiarising yourself with the instrument, my darling. I'll be back before you know it. And Miles, be a good boy: do not jump on the keyboard!" That being said, after one last quick smile to both, she followed the Elder down in the cellar. She couldn't possibly understand what he wanted to discuss with her but she knew you never question a Sage. So she stood there, patiently waiting for he to talk. When they were alone, she perceived a sense of unease in the air. When he finally resolved himself to speak, Elder Gutknecht's face looked troubled. "I am afraid I am a messenger of grim news, my dear girl" "What grim news? I don't understand, Elder" Emily exclaimed, lost and a little anxious. The old skeleton took a deep sigh and continued. It seemed as if words costed him a great effort. "According to the vows you shared, your union is valid..." he briefly consulted the ancient tome in his hands. "'until death do you apart', isn't it?" "Yes, so what, Elder?" He closed the book and gave her a sad look. "Death has already parted you, dear Emily" It took a moment to the bride to process the meaning of his words: her mind resisted, refused to acknowledge it. She heard the words he said after while her heart ached in her chest: she was dead, Miss Everglot was living. The only way to make this marriage valid was asking Victoria to drink the "Wine of Ages", a poisoned goblet, so that she could join her in death. "No...no...there must be other ways!" Emily exclaimed, begged, walking frantically up and down. When the Elder grimly confirmed that no, sadly there was no other way, she stopped and gave him a long heartbroken look. "I could never ask her that...to give up her life for me. I...would never ask her that" she whispered, her voice cracking. Tears welled her eyes as she felt like she had lost Victoria for good. She turned and gave the Elder her shoulders, covering her face in a desperate attempt to protect her sorrow from his eyes. She had lost her love once again. "I'm sorry, may I interrupt?" She immediately followed the voice: Victoria was standing on the threshold, politely clearing her throat. She threw quick glances at both of them as a gaping Elder gestured to join them. "I'm sorry, I was just passing by and I overheard your conversation..." Emily felt another pang of sadness making her bones ache: what must Victoria think of her now? She must feel so betrayed and outraged... "Victoria, I am so incredibly sorry, please believe me I didn't know anything about this" she said, rushing to her side and placing a trembling hand on her cheek. She felt her knees getting far too weak when the Everglot girl looked at her with her big dark eyes. "But just know that I...I release you from those vows, I would never ask you-" To her surprise, she interrupted her. "I do believe you, Emily" she smiled weakly, taking her skeletal hand into hers. "And I appreciate what you said to the Elder here" The bride gave her a painful smile, caressing her cheek. "It's the least I could do after causing all this trouble, darl-" "But I'll do it" Emily froze. "What?" "I'll do it" Victoria repeated. "I'll drink the Wine of Ages and join you in death. I only have one last favour to ask" Her eyes wandered between the Elder and her spouse. "Can I go back...Upstairs before the wedding and the ritual?" The permission was given and she and Emily went back to the woods where they first met. It wasn't night yet but the moon already shone bright in the sky. Emily was mesmerised: she took a few steps and contemplate the big almost full moon for a while. "I've spent so long in the darkness, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is." she said at last, turning towards Victoria. She outstretched her arms and when the girl took her hands into hers, she guided her into a gracious slow dance around the woods. The Everglot girl had never seen someone dancing like her: it came so easy to her, as if every step, every move, every spin wasn't just sheer perfection but a second skin to her. She laughed softly when the bride ended the dance with a curtesy, rising her hand to her lips. "One day you'll have me to share some of your dancing teaching with me" "Anytime, sweetheart" "I'll go say my goodbyes now if you-" "Mais biensure, go ahead! I will wait for you here, in this gorgeous moonlight" Victoria flashed her a quick smile and was about to take her leave when Emily gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Victoria, just know that if you ever change your mind about the ritual, I...you can always say no, and I will never judge you or...seek vengeance because of that, you understand?" Victoria nodded, her slightly childish way of nodding. "I'll be back before you know it!" And she disappeared into the woods, headed towards the city. Emily's eyes followed her until she lost sight of her and sat on a fallen tree trunk, sighing contently. But there was no quiet time for her: her right eye started itching until it popped out into her lap to reveal...petty Waggot. "I've heard this already!" the creature muttered angrily. "And i know a lie when I hear it!" Emily rolled her left eye and retrieved the other. "Hello to you too, Waggot! I suggest you to calm down and relax: as much as I appreciate your concern, she will be back" "But of course" he signed, sardonic. "Oh hush you! If you have nothing nice to say, keep quiet and let me enjoy the moonlight for once" Waggot certainly knew how to be exasperating and he was certainly wrong, Emily thought. So she waited and waited until the unpleasant feeling of a deja bu started tormenting her from a corner of her mind. What if petty Waggot was right this time? Troubled and with a growing concern gnawing her, she headed towards the edge of the forest, looking for Victoria. She didn't have to search for long but the scene she found made her hide behind a tree. The girl was standing not far away, on the bridge by the river, but...she wasn't alone. She was hugging a boy around her age with dark hair and eyes that Emily immediately recognised as Victor. When the two parted and kept chatting, the bride rested her back against a tree to avoid getting caught. Emily didn't know what to think, what to make of it. The sudden violent pang of jealousy was soon replaced by a sense of emptiness and pain. What a fool she had been to think someone like Victoria could reciprocate her feelings for her...'Little Miss Living' as Waggot called her. How could she compared to Victor who was still breathing and had a beating heart in his chest just like Victoria? If she touched a burning candle, she would feel no pain, just like if you would cut her with a knife. She wouldn't burn nor bleed like them. Yet, even if her heart wasn't pumping blood in her veins, she could distinctly feel it aching and breaking at the sight of that embrace. With an excruciating urge of crying, she took another look from her hiding spot. This time she made out some words of their conversation. "Do you remember everything?" her spouse was saying. "Find Hildegarde, she knows what to do and-" "And meet you at the church, got it" "Excellent! And Victor..." she took his hand into hers. "You have no idea how important this is for me" "But are you sure? I mean, if you-" "I am, Victor. As I've never been before" Then, she looked over her shoulder and spotted Emily in the woods. Emily wanted to hide but the girl smiled and waved at her. To her surprise even the boy did so, looking terrified, his hand shaking. "I must go now but we have a deal, right? See you, Victor!" With one last hug to an astonished Victor, the Everglot girl joined Emily again and wrapped her arm around hers and walked back to the centre of the woods. She couldn't help but notice that the corpse bride was awfully quiet all the way down. The wedding was set for the following night. The announcement spread a contagious wave of excitement among the residents of the Land of the Dead: everyone wanted to contribute to the brides' special day. It had been long since they last attended a joyful event. So Bonejangles, self-elected best man for the ceremony, took the stage to rehearse his speech, the maitre head gave instructions to the imperturbable bartender while tailors ran up and downs the streets offering to fix the brides' dresses and bakers argued over how to bake the most decadent wedding cake. When time came, an overjoyed crowd marched towards the church, Elder Gutknecht walking upfront with the brides in tow. Needless to say, it was enough to make the old arrogant pastor ran away in his nightgown. Once inside, they took their seat, chatting excitedly. Emily threw Victoria a smile and noticed that her spouse looked nervous now, constantly checking over her shoulders. Her hear ached again. Everyone only went quiet when the Elder asked for silence. "Dearly beloved... and departed..." he started, rather proud of his role of officiant when the doors opened again and he rolled his eyes at the late guests. Emily turned, followed by the rest of the crowd, to see a boy and an old lady with tired, glassy eyes standing - and looking around trying and failing to suppress a shudder - at the end of the aisle. The boy was holding a pile of boxes that for a moment hid his face but no mistake: it was Victor. His eyes found the brides and he offered the best smile he could manage in the general surprise. "Sorry for the interruption, we-we are probably a bit late but we...we brought the dress" Emily, who was bracing herself for the last of another betrayal, couldn't believe her hears. She looked back at Victoria lost, confused. The girl only smiled, her jaw finally relaxing. She wasn't nervous because Victor was late to stop the ceremony and 'save her' but because...Victor was late with her dress? "I'm sorry I kept this from you, Emily...I hope you don't mind if I asked Victor and my maid to join us and bring me the wedding dress Ma ordered. They are the closest I have in this world to friends and the dress was already there so I thought..." she blushed imperceptibly, shrugging. "I thought that I'll only marry once, better do it properly, if you don't mind waiting a little longer" "Of course, dear" Emily whispered, touched, taking her hands into hers. As a lively chatting started again, Victoria headed to the adjacent room with the old lady, who pushed Victor out as soon as she grabbed the last box, eliciting a general round of laughter. Emily threw a sympathetic look to Victor, who was adjusting his tie in a desperate attempt to compose himself. He cleared his throat and asked who was the maid of honor. "Best man here, buddy!" Bonejangles waved from the first row. The Van Dort boy smiled quickly at Emily and approached him. He picked a wedding ring out of his pocket and handed it to him. He was about to leave when the skeleton grabbed his arm and pulled him into a half-hug, inviting to assist to the ceremony with all of them. Victoria's friends were their friends too, he said and the crowd murmured in approval. After what seemed like an eternity to Emily's sentimental heart, the doors of the adjacent room opened and the old woman appeared first, headed towards one the bench after an awkward curtsy. Then...she appeared, and it almost seemed to the corpse bride that her heart started beating again. It wasn't possible but the sight in front of her brought her an happiness so vivid she couldn't help but feel...alive again. The dress Mrs Everglot picked was quite simple and a bit old-fashioned, with little to no decors and high collar. It didn't enhance the beauty of her daughter but Emily thought that Victoria's grace needed no enhancement : she was a vision, walking solemnly back to the altar, a shy smile on her lips and a bouquet of violets in her hands. While the ceremony started at last and they began sharing their vows, Emily thought back at all the moments they shared together. The comforting warmth of Victoria's living body against hers when she fell asleep on her shoulders and the dimples on her cheeks when she laughed at a joke. The somber look in her eyes when she told her about her unhappy life with her family and the urgency she felt of holding her in her arms back then. Or their non-duet at the piano, their dance in the moonlight... So when time come and Victoria held and goblet of Wine of Ages and recited "Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine" She stopped her before she could bring the poison to her lips. "No" she cut her short. "But Emily..." Now Victoria was the one lost in the plot. Emily placed the goblet back on the altar and gave her a sad smile filled. "I was a girl like you once. Then life was taken from me. I love you, Victoria, and I will never do the same to you. I will never take your life. We only live once and you...deserve to live yours to the fullest" Out of the blue, the church doors slammed open again and a man the Everglot girl recognised as the mysterious man attending the rehearsals of her wedding as if he owned the whole place walked in. He looked straight at her with a charming yet vaguely menacing grin. He profused himself in a speech about how relieved he was to find her at last, she was sent to look for her by her family, devastated by her sudden disappearance. When he was close enough, he gallantly offered her a hand, asking to follow him. His courtesy didn't last long though: when Victoria, shocked by his complete disregard for the surroundings, refused, he grabbed her arm and made to pull her away. Murmurs raised from the audience and Victor raised to his feet. "Leave me! You have no right to come her and force me to follow you" Victoria protested, dropping her bouquet. "As a matter of fact, I do have, darling" he smirked, an ominous wolfish grin. "I humbly asked for your hand in marriage if I managed to find the lost girl, and guess what Mom and Dad said after that disastrous engagement? So that makes you my fiancée, dear Victoria" My fiancée...my fiancée... The world echoed in Emily's mind until a sudden memory hit her. The foggy night, the oak tree, the menacing gleam of the rapier. "Let her go now, you monster" she shouted, cold fury simmering in her bones. "Mind your business" he hissed back, pulling Victoria's arm again but Emily took hold of his own in a steely grip. "I say let her go now and get out" He met her gaze with his face distorted in anger. He didn't recognise her at first but when he did, his face tensed up in fear and horror as he back-pedalled, setting the Everglot girl free. "It can't be..." "My thoughts precisely...when you left me to die and ran away with my gold" Emily now advanced threateningly in his direction as a loud gasp resound through the curch. Fury and panic ruled his moves as he promptly unsheathed his rapier and thrusted it into the bride's ribcage only to find out that he had no luck this time. An ominous smile crossed her face as she dropped her own bouquet and exclaimed: "General? Your saber" "With great pleasure, Emily" Nobody knew whether the bride was skilled in sword fighting but the duel that followed was not for the faint of heart. Emily's stabs were raw, unrefined but her thirst for vengeance made up for it; also her previous knowledge of Lord Barkis came in handy as he wasn't to be trusted with a sword. He fought as a scoundrel now that he dropped the mask and scoundrels of his sort, with no honour nor empathy, never fight fairly. Panic and turmoil erupted among the guests. Suddenly, Victoria's voice resounded over the clashing of the swords. "Victor, run, go find the guards and expose Lord Barkis! And you, down there lock the doors!" The boy looked confused for a moment but recovered soon and sprinted away into the night while the bartender and another skeleton locked the doors behind him . Lord Barkis didn't even notice him, blocking another hit. "Expose me? And for what, milady?" he laughed, an hideous humourless laughter. "I am inclined to believe the guards will consider the accusations seriously once they find you armed on a crime scene" the Evetglot girl explained, quietly. "What crime scene? I am the one being attacked here!" "Get out, you monster, I said!" Emily roared. Then, a sudden collective gasp from the attending guests, drove the attention back to the other side of the aisle. Even the fighting stopped. Victoria was standing by the altar, steely determination in her gaze and the goblet in her right hand. Her gaze found the corpse bride again and she lifted her left hand. "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for" she continued, raising the goblet. "I will be your wine." Emily cried out an impotent "no!" as the girl drowned the poisoned goblet in one huge gulp, wincing afterwards. The corpse bride dropped the saber, and held her dress as she ran as quickly as her feet could take her to the altar. Stubbornly, Victoris grabbed a candle and raise it but her hands started shaking, just like her voice. "With this candle, I will light ...your way...in...darkness." The candlestick fell to the marble ground just as Emily rushed to held her trembling figure and prevent her to fall too. Victoria was awfully pale and abandoned herself into her arms like a dead weight, unable to sustain herself anymore. Her breathing was feeble, a pained whisper when she continued. "With this...ring, I...ask you...to be...mine." Emily desperatly called her name but her eyes lost her usual gleam and the body in her arms became too cold and still for a living. The Wine of Ages truly was deadly. Overwhelmed by the heartbreak, Emily cradled the lifeless body tenderly while tears rimmed her face. Foolish, foolish Victoria. Her despair was met by a respectful silence, to honour her loss. Or so she thought until someone cleared their throat and offered placed a hand over her shoulder. "Emily, I think this is when the officiant says 'You may now kiss the bride'" a familiar voice said. Not just a familiar voice. Her voice. Emily opened her eyes and turned her head. Victoria - or her corpse - was standing at her side, smiling encouragely. Emily stood without hesitation as if drawn to her by an irresistible force. When they faced each other, she reached for her hands. "I thought I lost you" Victoria raised cold fingertips to her cheek. "You never will, my love" When they lips touched, a light so bright emanated from their embracing bodies, swallowing them completely till they disappeared into a shower of butterflies. What follows is matter of legends and stories told by the fireplace. After the wedding, the guards stormed into the now empty church only to find the corpse of Miss Everglot in a wedding dress and Lord Barkis on the verge on insanity. He claimed he was innocent but he sounded rather hysterical. According to the local chronicles, his arrest lead to an investigation that uncovered a series of murders of local wealthy heiresses in the villages he stopped by. Sentenced guilty and not sane in his head, he ended his days in an asylum, without a penny and forgotten by the world. As for the other characters of the story... Apparently, that eventful night the curse of the corpse bride was broken as she found the true love who set her free. Victor Van Dort left the village is search of better fortune as a pianist. The dawn of his departure, a pair of butterflies, a blue and a lilac one, graciously waltzed inside his room, flying around him; he likes to think they were the brides saying adieu and wishing him a bright new life. The woods are now less ominous: kids play by the river again and nobody fears venturing there, even after dark. However, some claims that the forest is still somehow haunted. The baker's son swears that if you go by the oak tree during full moon, you would see two female spirits dancing a waltz in the moonlight. They are not spooky: on the contrary, quite a joy for the eyes. And one of them looks just like Miss Victoria Everglot.

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Hello I hope you’re having a good day so far!🖤i was just wondering what you think of about my relationship with this person( I’m person A and he is B). Just a few things about us: we get along for the most part but there’s always this weird tense feeling between us when we hang out and I am almost always confused about him for some reason- wellll i mean i kinda did have a crush on him for a while🙃( but we stayed as friends!). In the beginning of our friendship there were times where i felt he liked me then other times he acted a little cold but I’ve realized i did the same to him..( like a tit for tat kind of thing if you get what i mean). He told me how he feels and made it clear he doesn’t like me that way but his actions say otherwise, is there a way you can tell why our relationship might be like this? Anyways i’ve talked too much im sorry 😅 thank you in advance!🙈✨

Hey there!! Ty for reaching out and sorry for the late answer, I was just really busy with school! 🙌🏻

So, I can get why there’s this weird tense feeling. You guys have a 12th house stellium. This persons Moon,Venus and Neptune are in your 12th house...wow! As you may know the 12th house rules everything that’s hidden and blurry to us, everything that’s buried underneath the surface. Now his Moon (his emotions) and his Venus (the way he expresses love/relationships) are in your 12th house, so this would lead to him not clearly showing his emotions and love towards you. I think he has a secret crush and can’t express it. Because again, remember that the 12th house is something hidden. This placements will also lead to having this weird tense feeling around each other, like there’s something more that you need to know but can’t. This placements can make him act hot and cold, because I feel that he himself, doesn’t know how to act and what he feels. Everything it’s blurred. Your Moon also plays an important role, bc it sits in his 8th house. So this automatically means that you can “read” through him, and bc this house is ruled by Scorpio, he would automatically get defensive and step back from this connection. (Like I said, act hot and cold.) There’s attraction for sure, but it’s not only physical bc a lot of water houses are playing a role and this can lead to a strong spiritual connection, this is why you can feel his attraction towards you, even though he doesn’t say anything, it’s all about telepathy. So summing it all, I do believe he has a crush on you, but he can’t show it. I hope I explained everything and helped you a bit! ❤️ I think the only way to clear out everything is by talking and finding the courage to say what’s on yours and his mind. Wish you the best, lots of love! 🔮🥰

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chaoticpanenergy · 4 years

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Alright, Sanders Sides fandom (+ Six the Musical fandom).

I watched this *ahem* neato slime tutorial about Six the Musical and then listened to the soundtrack on Spotify and then overanalyzed the lyrics on genius.com and I have a lot of emotions about this story. So what do I do? I make a Sanders Sides au/analysis for it, obviously, putting WAY too much thought into different interpretations of which side could be which queen. Let’s jump in.

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine in the golden-yellow and black costume. Catherine who knows when she is lied to. Catherine who puts herself first when it comes down to it. Catherine who deals with disrespect but knows her worth anyway. Catherine who “keeps her cool” and stays in control of herself. Catherine must be Janus, lord of the lies, self-preservation, whose calm facade has cracked so rarely.

But then again, Catherine is a leader. Catherine is concerned with loyalty, and what is right and wrong, and that is why she stands up against the divorce—it is wrong of Henry to divorce her, according to her morals. Catherine can swallow her pride, and Catherine seeks a solution to the last, giving Henry so many chances. Catherine handles her situation with grace. Catherine must be Patton, the Hufflepuff, Morality, loving and kind and endlessly forgiving, always trying to do what is right and guide others to do the same.

But then again, Catherine strives to “keep her cool.” To look at things with a level head. She speaks up and reasons with Henry, and in return asks for his own reasoning. She refuses to be made into a joke or looked down upon. Catherine is stubborn and verbose. Catherine must be Logan, the voice of reason, who does his best to keep a handle on his temper and appear as professional as possible, who explains and reasons and is logic above all, who is terrified of being seen as a joke, who is desperate to just be heard for once in his life.

Anne Boleyn

Anne in the green sleeves. Anne who has no filter whatsoever, Anne who says whatever comes into her head. Anne who makes jokes about her own beheading. Anne who says “don’t be bitter/cause I’m fitter/why hasn’t it hit her?/he doesn’t wanna bang you/somebody hang you.” Anne who is “sorry not sorry” about everything she says. Anne who is the most gleeful and up-front about “x-rated” content. Anne whose energy is boundless. Anne who is disliked and cast in a negative light by those around her. Anne must be Remus, the darkly creative, responsible for intrusive thoughts, who would never hide anything going through his head and sees no reason to regret this, the “evil twin.”

But then again, Anne who didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Anne who desperately cries “what was I meant to do?” over and over again as every choice she makes has no good outcome for her. Anne whose comments are more harshly received than she sometimes means. Anne who does not take it well when she comes second to someone else. Anne must be Roman, the ego, stuck in a damned-if-I-do-damned-if-I-don’t situation towards Janus throughout the “Putting Others First” saga, who often lashes out instinctively only to immediately apologize, who strives to be Thomas’s hero.

But then again, Anne whose actions are surprisingly logical from her own point of view. Anne who uses phrases like “obviously” to describe what took place. Anne who gives back tit for tat and no more when she feels disrespected. Anne who is blunt, perhaps more so than is good for her. Anne must be Logan, who always does what makes the most sense to him, who considers what is fair and equal, who can come across as harsher than he means.

Jane Seymour

Jane who is patient. Jane who is steady. Jane who forgives over and over again and makes allowance for behavior she does not deserve to tolerate. Jane whose family is of the utmost importance to her. Jane is overlooked for her kindness and meekness but is so, so strong. Jane who makes puns about her own name. Jane must be Patton, who adores his family, the punster, who is established as the dad friend from day one, who gives and nurtures and forgives endlessly, who is resilient and strong and supportive.

But then again, Jane sticks with the positions she has chosen. Jane who is easily overlooked. Jane who acknowledges the often-sucky realities of life and does not let it bring her down. Jane who is strong as stone and unshakeable. Jane must be Logan, who will not back down, who can be relegated to the sidelines too easily, who is down to earth and who chooses to see the wonder in the ordinary despite all the bad.

But then again, Jane knows she could be rejected at a misstep. Jane who loves, and is loved, but believes that love could “disappear.” Jane who withstands hardships and heartbreak and fear. Jane who uses storm imagery constantly. Jane whose strength and love is akin to stone, something rarely used as a positive metaphor. Jane must be Virgil, who worries he will be rejected for his dark past, who withstood being shunned by those he “lo—cares for” in the past, who is prickly and can cause harm but has grown and matured, who will not be reduced to a single facet of himself even if that makes him more “complicated,” whose logo is a stormcloud.

Anna of Cleves

Anna who is bold. Anna who is unafraid to speak her mind and gets what she wants. Anna whose physical appearance led to her rejection. Anna who is the epitome of “me time” and “self care.” Anna who has no problem being sassy and gives as good as she gets. Anna must be Janus, who advocates for self care and putting oneself first, who is a drama queen, whose sarcasm is off the charts, who has been accused of trickery (sometimes justified, sometimes not), who thrives on attention, whose snake face led to instant distrust from everyone around him, who will go to any length to be heard.

But then again, Anna who demands attention. Anna who gives herself every luxury that occurs to her on a whim. Anna is the only character to openly curse, and gives it a double meaning. Anna who revels in the portrait that caused her rejection and takes pride in it. Anna is the first to make fun of Henry's genitals. Anna must be Remus, who revels in everything he is told not to, who is impulsive and whimsical and unfiltered, who calls Logan a dork and later reveals the inappropriate double meaning, who takes up space unashamedly.

But then again, Anna who constantly reminds us of her royal position. Anna who leans into the queenly activities and possessions. Anna who is flamboyant. Anna who dances when her jam comes on the lute. Anna who rejects criticism of herself. Anna who is “looking cute.” Anna must be Roman, the ego, who put “Flamboyant” by Dorian Electra on his playlist, who is creativity embodied and dances and sings and acts, who “has got to slay,” who reminds us constantly of his princely status.

Katherine Howard

Katherine who comes across at first as flirty and confident only to later reveal that she is insecure because she has only ever been valued for her appearance. Katherine who idealizes and daydreams about someone caring about her for herself and not her looks. Katherine who uses self-confident language to mask her insecurity. Katherine whose language is so flowery and filled with vivid descriptions. Katherine who desperately wants to be approved of and loved. Katherine must be Roman, whose confident facade hides insecurity, who is a hopeless romantic, who is a storyteller, whose language is filled with descriptors and metaphors, who desperately craves approval and validation, who is the romantic side.

But then again, Katherine gives others the benefit of the doubt. Katherine who looks for friends everywhere she goes. Katherine who constantly uses euphemisms and language that might be considered childish. Katherine who is sweet and sincere. Katherine must be Patton, who censors his language and can skirt around topics that are too unpleasant, who forgives and gives second chances, who is kind and soft, who makes friends almost as easily as breathing.

But then again, Katherine who has been let down over and over again. Katherine who tries again and again after every disappointment. Katherine who is anxious to be approved of. Katherine must be Virgil, who dealt with the “scorn” of those he admired for so long, who has persevered through everything, who deals with self-doubt, who always tries again.

But then again, Katherine who thinks she ought to know better, but never does. Katherine who is so, so tired of this same shit every time. Katherine who is too worldly and disillusioned. Katherine who hopes and tries again every time she gets let down. Katherine must be Janus, who put “You’re a Cad” on his playlist, who was rejected time and time again by Thomas and the others but kept trying, who went on a whole ramble about how society is out to get you and the only person you can really trust is yourself.

Catherine Parr

Catherine who brought all the queens together despite their differences and their fights. Catherine who was separated from the person she cared about before eventually reuniting with him. Catherine who uses her voice defiantly because she is tired of being silenced. Catherine who doesn’t need love to get by. Catherine who loves music. Catherine who sometimes loses hope, but keeps going anyway. Catherine must be Virgil, the bridge between “light” and “dark” sides, who cannot be silenced, always listening (to Thomas or to music), who cared about the “light” sides long before he was accepted as part of the group.

But then again, Catherine who prioritizes herself and her own story. Catherine who sings her song “for me.” Catherine who is a little bit cynical about love stories, which we’re normally taught to idealize. Catherine for whom the rules of society are a trap. catherine who demands control over herself. Catherine who rejects the rules of the queens’ competition when they restrict her. Catherine must be Janus, self-preservation and self-care, who feels restricted and endangered by the rules of society, who dismisses Patton’s urge to help those in need with a “yeah, sure, whatever, if that’s your thing,” who pushes Thomas to be true to himself.

But then again, Catherine who “built a future in her mind” with her love. Catherine who loves art in all its forms, and consumes and creates it with abandon. Catherine who wants to tell her story on her own terms after being silenced for so long. Catherine must be Roman, endlessly creative, romantic daydreamer, struggling with balancing his wants with Thomas's needs and feeling silenced because of it.

But then again, Catherine who writes, and is scholarly. Catherine who fights for equality and takes steps within her power to make specific differences. Catherine who champions education for women. Catherine who cannot stand being boxed in and made to be less than she truly is. Catherine who bottles up her rage at the unfairness of it all for as long as she can. Catherine whose feelings are pushed aside. Catherine must be Logan, the teacher, who pushes his emotions aside until he cannot hold them back anymore, who feels like he is not seen for who he is, who cares deeply about things being fair and equitable, who outlines action steps, who always asks more questions.

The queens are each multi-faceted characters full of depth—they’re human, gorgeously and heartwrenchingly so. It makes sense that there are multiple Sides that could easily fit into each of their roles, and I haven’t even covered every possible interpretation. There are dozens of possible lineups to come up with here, each that I love to think about. What’s your favorite? I’d love to hear.

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