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somberjoon · 6 months

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SYZYGY [1]

✩ pairing: alpha namjoon x chubby fem!omega reader

✩ genre: wonderous , soulmates , strangers to "friends" to lovers , fluff , romance🔞 , life lessons , slice-of-life , brief angsty situations , happy ending

✩ word count: 6.4k

✩ chapter warnings: cussing , cover art does not depict fmc features, drinking / mention of bar hopping , Namjoon is drunk upon meeting FMC but there is nothing that happens! , lots of inside feelies and thought processes

✩ summary: Namjoon would say that he truly lives the normal life. As an alpha, he works the job he wants, he goes out when he has time, and he has never received a single late-fee on payments. He's living the mundane life- until an unknown omega literally drops into his life. Where did she come from? Why him?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 ...

“It is your time, precious one.”

“What if- what if I’m scared?”

“You have no reason to be fearful.”

“I was born to do this- he is just a man, an alpha that I know nothing of- what if we are not compatible like you say we will be?”

“Do you find me inconsistent in the success of my pairings, precious one?”

“No, I am just afraid I will not live up to your expectations now that I am to be on my own.”

“Oh, my dear, that is the reason you were matched.”

“What?”

“Please, trust me once more and trust yourself always from now on.”

“Of course.”

“It is she that loves all thy flaws.”

Namjoon

It’s another small bar that plays shitty remixes. The only good things about these places are the owners with their intimate service and the perfectly made drinks.

“What song is this?” Namjoon just about screams into Jimin’s ear. Another remix plays, probably by a newer pop star that he has yet to familiarize himself with.

“I don’t know or care! It’s your turn!” Jimin points at the messy stack of cards in the middle of the small table. Namjoon gives a lazy eye roll and intently looks at the cards in his hands once again.

“Do you have a five?” He turns to Seokjin to scream into his ear.

“Hah! Go fish, bitch.” Namjoon begrudgingly pulled another card from the only neat stack on the table.

“Can we pick something else?” Namjoon yells between the two, hoping to God that they heard him and will take pity on him.

This is the one night in a whole month that he has had time to go out and forget about his job. The first shitty bar was just what he needed. Drinks were made with alcohol that was poured with a heavy hand and the music was chosen perfectly. You always have to start with the loud, dance club settings when you bar hop. Then, by the end of the night, you’re sitting at a chill bar that provides board games for its patrons and puts the correct amount of alcohol into drinks. Plus, if you have the right vibes, you can score some free samples. By now, the owners have given them a few too many and all three of them should definitely leave soon.

“I have a better idea!” Jimin yells. Instead of the others responding, they just wait for Jimin to say what’s next on the agenda. He’s basically been running the whole night, deciding where they go next and what the feel is after each one. He’s the pro.

“Let’s go home.”

“Thank god.” Namjoon mumbles to himself. Immediately starting to put their cards away in a mess of backwards and upside down stacks. It was Seokjin’s turn to pay for the tab, so he’s up and heading for the main bartender in a hurry. Apparently they’ve all had enough for the night. By now it’s not just fun noiseless thinking and laughing about ‘the good old days’, it’s tired mumbling and sighing at the hit of cool air that greets them outside of the bar.

“Ugh, Joon, you should just let us crash at your place. I really can’t imagine the price of a cab right now.”

“I don’t care, I just wan' be horizontal as soon as possible.” Namjoon mumbles at them, already leading the way to his studio apartment.

"You're such a fuckin' nerd." Seokjin giggles to himself, making Jimin join in."

"Because I use 'horizontal'? Ya'll can fight over the fuckin' couch cuz' you're not sleepin' withme in my big, sof' bed."

That just eggs them on more, leaving Namjoon to lead the way as they stumble along behind him.

“Uh…Namjoon?”

Seokjin’s unsure voice asks behind Namjoon as he clicks his apartment door’s locks into place. His limbs seem to lag as he tries to peel his shoes and jacket off.

“What?”

“I thought you said you didn’t go out last night.”

“Bro, I didn’t.” Namjoon adds a whiny ending in his answer. Both Seokjin and Jimin have been asking if he went out without them- the whole night he’s had to convince them he stayed in on a Friday night to work.

“Then, why is there an omega in your living room?”

“There’s not an ‘mega in my liv-” Namjoon finally pries his shoes off and turns to find a female standing just next to his couch. Her scent hits him like a bag of bricks- it’s fucking everywhere, like she scented ever piece of fabric in the house and pushed out some more just for extra measure.

“Alpha!” Her bright eyes land on his still adjusting eyes. He’s trying his best to piece together why the fuck this is happening. He must be really fucking drunk. They must all be. There wouldn’t be a random omega in his home. He hasn’t touched another person in months thanks to the workload he has.

“Namjoon? She’s talking to you.” Jimin pipes up, trying to cover his nose with his jacket sleeve. He can’t think the smell is bad can he? Namjoon thinks her scent is nice, really good, perfect even- but as his eyes turn to Jimin and Seokjin he can see their discomfort.

“You’re talking to me?” Namjoon asks stupidly. He can’t, for the life of him, get ahold of a single thought. There’s no reason for her to be here talking to him.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.” She says surely. “She sent me to you.” She ends with a giddy smile.

“Namjoon if you’ve got some weird roleplay going on please let us leave.” Seokjin says finally, pushing Namjoon into his apartment more to dispel the situation and- apparently- leave the stunned, drunk alpha alone with this unknown omega.

“Who are you?” He asks, studying her to try and figure out if this was an omega he forgot he had a thing with before. Namjoon can’t imagine her as anyone he’s been with before- he’d surely remember a face like her’s, a scent so perfect.

“Y/N. I’m your gift!” She says with certainty, never letting her smile leave as she waits for him to react to her. Instead, he just feels extremely light headed. With a few slowed-blinks, Namjoon collapses to the ground with a few thuds.

"Please don't die. Please, please don't have drunk too much and die before I could do anything."

Namjoon wakes to a pounding in his head that seems to be speaking to him as well. A foreign voice worries around him. It isn't until a touch to his forehead that has him bolting up from a lying position to come face to face with a woman that he definitely thought he dreamt up.

"Oh, thank The Goddess! I thought you drank too much." Namjoon tries to push himself away from the woman, going as far back to his headboard as he can get.

"I definitely drank too much, 'cuz who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd remember." He watches confused as she seems to straighten the hoodie she has on- a hoodie he realizes is definitely his- and prepares herself for an introduction.

"I'm Y/N, your personal omega match." She gives him a grinning greeting that shows her confidence and content in a situation he sure as hell isn't familiar with.

"What- what does that mean?" Namjoon tries to rub the hangover from his eyes, an ache being soothed only when a constant pressure is held to his temples. He listens to her as he continues his ministrations.

"The Goddess raises us, teaches us how to be perfect for our matches. No matter the combination, no matter the gender identity- there's always a match for someone. But, the chosen match only goes through if the one we are matched to deserves it. Our safety is her number one priority."

He takes in this headache of an explanation, trying his best to piece together why the hell he was chosen. He's trying to figure out if this is really happening to him- if this is real, despite him knowing of those that had been 'gifted' an alpha, beta, or omega.

"I can help you with the pain, I was taught how to alleviate hangover symptoms."

"No, no it's fine, don't touch me." Her face falls at what he says upon opening his eyes. The look of devastation on her face worries him, itching to figure out why what he said had made her so unsettled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"I have been touching you. I brought you to the bed and made sure you didn't sleep with your jeans on. And I've been switching out the cool rags all night to check if you were still sweating. I definitely should have asked."

The scent he was so used to he forgot about it, is now mixed with a burnt equivalent.

“It’s alright. I was- yeah I don’t remember much. So, thank you for helping me.”

“Of course! I love helping, I could make you soup if you’d like. I- I don’t know what you like yet but if you let me know what you need right now I can figure it out.”

Namjoon gives pause at the sheer want that’s on her face, the softness in her scent now. He’s never had another person in his home making him things and wanting to take care of him besides Seokjin and Jimin. Those two will try to help him out whenever he even voices a discomfort, but this stranger is sat kneeling on his bed, tending to him as if he means something to her. He doesn’t know how this works exactly, where she comes from and why she’s so comfortable with him without knowing anything about him. He can’t just take advantage of her either. He’ll learn.

Even as Namjoon prepares a soup he would most definitely not have put the effort into making any other time he was drunk, Y/N is looking over his shoulder and watching what he does every step of the way. Just as his dog at his parents house used to do, she’s right on his heels, trying to memorize the steps. Even worse, her scent is giddy-ingly releasing as if she’s not in control of it. Luckily, he finishes it without spilling or burning himself, setting the bowls on his only place to properly eat in his apartment- a small peninsula in his kitchen that extends to fit four people. He sits to find one Y/N having already gotten him water and found acetaminophen to set next to his bowl.

“So, you were busy while you were waiting for me, huh?” Namjoon quips more than anything. He gestures to the air around them, the scent. His dry humor doesn’t seem to hit the spot, though.

“I’m sorry about that as well. I was so excited to see a home, your home, and your space. And- I know it’s important to not interfere but it just- came out.” She cringes at herself, her eyes finally leaving him to focus on her bowl of food. Namjoon finds himself hiding his smile in his bite of food, savoring the flavor that he hasn’t had in a while. His amusement doesn’t last long with his overthinking. The first bite of her soup is at her lips before he asks.

“Did it smell bad? Is my scent not- ya’ know? Not good?”

“No! Not at all. Your scent is- well- really good to put it simply. At first I was just so excited my own scent was pushing out, but then- I smelled you. It was addicting, and I found I was just curious about what our scents are like together. I’m sorry I disturbed your space.”

“It’s okay-”

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” She states.

“I’m not. You’ll come to learn I’m very verbal about my wants and disinterests- so I’m telling the truth when I say that your scent is ‘really good’ as well.” Namjoon makes a point to jab at her earlier description, finally bringing another smile to her face.

“Okay, I’ll remember that. And I’m glad you like it.” She shyly admits.

“Now that we know that, though, let’s just try not to push it out as much until we get to know each other better- just so we don’t act on instincts too haphazardly.” Namjoon politely suggests. He’d never put someone’s scent over consent and their verbal wants and needs- but if they are truly matched by The Goddess, then he knows that an interest will develop and then scents cloud instincts and will make them both do things they may regret.

Looking at Y/N now, he can imagine it. He can imagine her being the omega he’d do anything for. Right now, his imagination is only based on what The Goddess has given him, though. That’s the problem. He needs to know her inside and out, not just her sweet, warm scent. The softness of her hair- long, warm brown curls that cascade down to her hips- needs to be a feeling that he could recall into his fingers at any moment. He would need to be able to lick his lips and taste her on them. She’d need to be ingrained into him, just as much as he makes sure he’s the same for her. They are the only two that will know each other as intimately as he wishes. Until then, he will care for her as he’s supposed to, and they will get to know each other- as friends.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And I’m guessing you had no clothes?”

“I didn’t know they’d drop me here naked, I just grabbed the first things I found comfortable.” Again, she seems to be more embarrassed of herself in that realization, but she pushes on. “I can get a job. The Goddess taught me how to have good communication and hard work.”

He didn’t think of that. Should she work? Does she want to work?

“For now, let’s just see how things workout, and if you wish to work, I’ll help you with the process. If you enjoy being here without one, or find out you hate it, then no big deal- I earn enough. Let’s get you some clothes today, though, some things that are better suited for your skin, yeah?” Her eyes light up immediately, her eyes never leaving Namjoon in the dark about how she feels. He likes that already.

“I can go outside today?”

“Y/N, you can go outside whenever you want-” He catches her ready to interrupt but he can already guess what she’ll ask. “We’ll talk about scenting another time. But, I am not going to tell you what you can and can’t do. I’m assuming you want to stay here-” A few satisfied nods from her is the answer. “Then we’ll have some basic rules. We tell each other where we’re going, or if we want to go out and do something- just so we know and just so we’re both as safe as possible. We don’t invade each other’s privacy ever- when doors are shut we always knock and when we’re curious about something we ask. We tell each other how we feel if we are having issues or when one wishes to communicate a change in the rules. We are two separate people who have our own needs, and we both need to respect that. I think those are most important, but- do you want to add or change anything?”

“I appreciate how thorough you are, but where do I sleep?”

"How about this? It's soft and similar to the one you're wearing."

"Hmmm, I don't know if this is what I want to wear daily, though."

"How about we just get some basics you immediately like and then we'll get more later on when you figure out what you like in broader areas."

The main issue with shopping for a once-celestial-being is that clothing was never a unique-based choice for them. Everything was uniform and based only on what that person chose to cover.

"I like simple things, but I just want some more color."

Namjoon scans the racks of the clothing, but only the sections with more colors. Even then, all of the clothing in the women's section is different. Cuts and flares are different or nonexistent. He finally just looks up to ask a question, but finds Y/N with two arms full of choices.

"There's just so much and I've never tried them before…can I just try stuff on?"

Namjoon waits an odd amount of time to see the first outfit that Y/N shows him. It's not a crowded store, nor are the stores around them busy. But, when she walks out with a tight forest green crop top that obviously shows she has no bra on he immediately feels like every eye is on them. He's not one that cares about it, he's definitely a 'free the nipple' kinda' guy. But the very brief sight has him standing up immediately from the waiting chairs and blocking her from the small entrance that people could see through.

"This one is so soft and I love this color. The skirt is a little weird, though. Does it look okay?"

Namjoon pulls his glued gaze from her face to travel down her body. A body that he is now seeing in a new light. The clothes fit as if they were made for her- even a small pudge of her stomach sticks out between the top and the skirt to pull his gaze in. The skirt isn't weird, it's a creme colored, long cargo skirt that is probably a new style he's a little unaware of. If anything, it's perfect and is as lovely as she sounds. It matches her, unlike his hoodies and matching sweats- though he has to stop himself from wishing she’d just wear his clothing all the time. He gets to her feet, his oversized socks and the smaller pair of slippers that Jimin usually wears in his apartment are on her feet. It's so cute and so soft that he has to completely ignore it to give her an honest sounding answer.

"It looks really good." He says it with a heady voice, already obsessed with how everything looks on her. "Is it comfortable?" He changes the topic to not have to say more than he needs to.

"Yes! I tried on some jeans but the baggier stuff and skirts are more comfortable right now. I can try those later on. I like the sweats and softer stuff, this one was just one I wanted your opinion on."

"Okay, grab whatever you'd like and then we can get shoes and bedding." Namjoon turns before she answers, hoping he isn't stinking up the damn shop.

Now that they’ve left the clothing shop, Namjoon feels like he can breathe. Despite Y/N having already chosen what she’d found comfortable, she wanted his opinion on a few more options just so she didn’t get ‘too much’. He really didn’t mind buying everything she liked, but she was insistent on living with only necessities- just as she did before she was ‘dropped’. That’s how she describes it, so he will as well. All her clothing is plain and is like her clothing before, as she described. Tight, simple bands and flowy fabrics that were different shades of and between white and black. Now, she just wants to add color and, apparently, his opinion.

“Why do I need extra bedding? Is there an omega version of most personal items? It was always pretty equal before- everything was perfect.”

“I think that’s the point of being directly raised by The Goddess, it’s all catered to you. You don’t think that a blanket could be two different things to one person there? Like, perfectly soft and fuzzy to you but silky and cool for another.”

“Oh, I never thought about it that way. We just got necessities there and, to be honest, there wasn’t a need to share.”

“It’s just easier for those here to have their own stores or versions of preferred necessities because of your skin. Clothing and bedding is softer in certain stores, products can be found in a large variety based on needs and wants as well, and depending on your second gender there are just other needs you have- you know that though.” Namjoon really hopes that this won’t be a conversation he has to have when they barely know each other. He couldn’t imagine The Goddess making things as important as heats and ruts to be something unnecessary in Her ‘magical land above’.

“Yes, I know. I’m already recognizing that face you make. Please don’t be shy with me- I kind of lied about sharing things back then- we shared heats and ruts with each other if we wished. It wasn’t sacred there like it is here- it was just a means for survival and The Goddess knew it was something that was our choice. Here, though, it’s far more special and we are taught that- I’m only yours, and if you'd like, you’ll be mine.”

She says these things with such confidence and assurance. He can’t just let her be this open without him giving that energy back, but he’s more so just not ready. This time to get to know her is crucial and keeping their personal information separate if wanted is important to him. He also can’t blame her, she just told him that their bodies were shared if wanted based on survival, and they were watched over all the time and provided for without having much of a say. It’s all just another thing to learn- he’ll learn to get used to her nonchalance.

“When it comes up we’ll talk about that then and figure it out together.” Namjoon assures her, hoping he sounds as reassuring as possible.

“Okay. Ooh, these are nice!” Y/N points at a specific type of blanket in one section. She touches the samples of comforters that line the wall under each different type on the shelf. He likes these comforters as well, the airy, padded blankets provide warmth but don’t make you sweat in the hotter months.

“These ones are good during the hotter seasons as well- I think they’d be good.”

“Can I get two? For nesting.”

This part doesn’t take long at all. Namjoon suggests some things and lets her pick out whatever her heart desires as this is all stuff he’ll be less helpful in. By the end, Namjoon is carrying the two clothing bags, and two regular pillows while Y/N’s usual giddy face doesn’t struggle at all to carry the two comforters and two plushies she thought ‘looked like him’. He tried denying the panda, but the koala wasn’t an awful comparison. (He folded immediately).

“What’s next?” She asks with excitement on her face.

“We plan dinner and then go to bed.”

“Oh..okay!” The excitement leaves her, but only for a second.

She never thinks long about what it is she’s taking in. She’d definitely not one to take things lightly, as she said she’d been memorizing his fucking expressions, so it’s probably just content. She’s content to be here and do whatever he suggests because that’s all she knows.

“How about we go out to dinner? Is there anything you like?” He watches her think for another slow couple of seconds, and then she’s excited again to talk to him.

“Whatever is your favorite. I’d like to just try something new.”

“You’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Namjoon gives her a mischievous smile that’s more fond-looking when it’s directed at her.

It’s a seedy pizza spot that is honestly not actually all seedy. Namjoon was never one to judge a place or person on how they look- so, when he stumbled upon this place that seemed to be the only thing open after a late-night recording session, he gave it a shot. It’s shitty on the outside with a dirty, worn down awning that could just be black on purpose and a sign that you can barely read. The inside is far better, luckily. It’s as clean as you could probably get the place without gutting it, and the owner is the one making the pizzas. It’s not very seedy because of that and the fact that the owner won’t share his real name. He named it ‘Mario’s’ only because he likes the games and wanted people to think he knew what the fuck he was doing. So, Namjoon isn’t sure- but the pizza’s fucking amazing.

Y/N doesn’t look like she should be walking into the establishment. She’s bright-eyed and wanting to take in the world as it is her first time seeing it, technically. He doesn’t know how exactly she lived or what she has seen, but it really seems as if she’s appreciative of even the dust lining the crevices of the flooring.

“Hey, music man. The usual?”

“Yeah, but double it, please.”

“Ooh, pretty lady here.” Despite Namjoon never having a jealous moment in his life before this, he immediately tenses up at the attention he gives her.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.”

“Very sweet, well I’ve seen you in here by yourself too many times- so, I’ll charge you for one order today, ey? Nice date, nice price.”

“Thanks, man.” Namjoon tries to get the conversation over with, looking over to Y/N to see that she doesn’t mind one bit.

“Is this a date?” She suddenly asks, bouncing off the idea that the owner obviously put into her head.

“Just dinner as friends right now. I’d let you know if it was a date, I’m really possessive.” Namjoon says it a little louder than necessary as he leads her to a booth seat that conceals her from the counter’s view. “Let me pay, I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon misses the giddy smile that Y/N has at the new information she now holds in getting to know her alpha. They aren’t each other’s yet, but he’s all she knows right now and he’s treating her so well. It seems bound to happen that he’ll become closer to her- her's, in all senses that she finds meaningful. It’ll mean she’s doing well, and that she won’t disappoint The Goddess or Namjoon.

The wait isn’t long, Namjoon’s favorite part besides the perfect slices of pizza.

“One pepperoni slice and one cheese. I’m a simple man.”

“I like simple.” Is all she tells him with a shrug before she greedily eats the cheese slice. She talks as she eats, not caring for the food in her mouth. “Wow, there was nothing like this! We didn’t need to eat, but there were cravings in our time of heat. I usually craved something sweet, and with only the necessities being our priority it was usually fruit. We learned to cook basic things as well- breads, soups, and different kinds of rice.”

Namjoon feels comfortable talking with a half-full mouth now as well, becoming more and more comfortable with a stranger that he just acquainted himself with this morning.

“You’re in luck, besides music, I’m a professional take-out order-er.”

“Mmm,” it seems she takes that information and is already imagining the good food that she doesn’t know exists yet. “I didn’t know you made music- that’s your job?”

“Yeah, I produce music but I’m mostly at home doing it. Sometimes I’ll go in to help with a recording, but that’s not often. I just get paid to make the beats or change lyrics whenever they need help with that.”

“That’s really cool. Could I hear something sometime?” She looks so interested, so enthralled by him that he almost chokes up at the attention she’s giving him. He doesn’t feel worthy as an alpha to be someone she’s interested in. He’s never had someone look at him like he has all the answers and can provide for her without a second thought. He knows this is a learning process for them both, but he’s thinking that she’s already set on whatever it is she was made for- while he’s just a man that is still figuring out everything himself. A stable job and a home that he can provide isn’t enough. He isn’t enough yet.

“You’ll probably hear it all the time when I’m working during the week.”

“Yay.” She gives him that same smile, now with her lips sealed because of the food in her mouth. Grease stains her lips and he has to push down the want to wipe it from her. Her lips, now that he’s looking, are plump and the pink of them is hiding under a layer of orange grease. Despite that, they’re still kissable, memorable, probably soft and pliant in times of need-

“Here’s a napkin.”

“Thank you!” She takes it and immediately uses it.

He has to stop doing that.

It’s only once they’re home and have hauled everything up to the apartment that Namjoon realizes it was a horrible idea to share the bed. He wants to be a gentleman and he doesn’t want to just push her away. She’s here for an obvious reason, they were matched- supposedly perfect for each other- and he only feels like a dick pushing her away to sleep on his uncomfortable couch.

He shows her how to use the washing machine, and as they wait it’s far more awkward than he means for it to be.

“Have you tried the TV yet?” Namjoon asks as she goes through her bag of clothes to show Namjoon the contents. He mentally smacks himself, he really didn’t have to ask, he could just turn it on and put a random show on to end the night.

“No, I didn’t want to touch anything I wasn’t familiar with.” She’s nonchalant about it, why can’t he be nonchalant about it?

“Okay, I got these to sleep in, they didn’t have that many options so I hope I can borrow a shirt to sleep in if that’s okay?” She holds up a pair of sleep shorts that has far too little fabric. It’s her choice to wear them- he’s not a fucking teenager, he’ll be fine.

“And I know it’s most decent, so I did find these to wear…” she has to find the tag and read them. “Sports bras.” She holds up the three-pack proudly to show him. Despite her being the one to show him, he feels invasive, immediately turning away after a quick smiling nod to turn on the TV.

“And then this skirt as well as this smaller one, and a more flowy one. The fabrics are nice- I like how different they are here.”

“Very pretty.” He says, hoping it was normal enough.

“Thank you! And then just a few more of those shirts like the green one and a couple hoodies and sweats like yours. We’ll match! Plus these shoes and socks will go with everything I got.” She excitedly looks over her things again and again. She’s so happy with just those, so happy with the simple things and the shitty restaurant that he’d never even think about taking a woman to unless they were much more comfortable together.

In his thinking, he doesn’t notice Y/N standing in front of him until she’s holding up that pair of sleep shorts for him. He takes them without thinking, looking up from the couch to give her a questioning look.

“You said we could talk about scenting later. Is scenting my clothes off-limits?” She looks down at him with worry in her eyes and a peak of worry slips through to make him weak in the- everything, really.

“No, uh, no that’s okay.” It’s a possessive thing he feels when he scents the shorts, looking up at her as he gives them a good rub against his neck and even going the extra measure to make sure his scent is thick and potent.

“There.” He hands them back, the soft fabric going straight to her nose to take in a whiff. He wants so badly to know how much she enjoys it, if she enjoys it as much as he enjoys her’s. She takes her time, then points to the pile of clothes.

“Can you do the rest once those are clean?”

“Yeah.” It’s a breathy response, hanging onto the hope that he’ll be able to scent her at some point. Having his scent on her things, on her body, it truly finalizes the fact that she’s here for him. She was made to bless someone- all pretty omega, inside and out, and soft features with a soft body. She was made to bless him, he realizes. Though he doesn’t know if it was meant to be him from the beginning, she was still curated in a way that led them together. He doesn’t deserve it. Not when he’s clunky and unconfident in his abilities to be her alpha. His instincts are kicking in without the confidence to even put them to use.

“Let’s get the bed ready, however you like it we can change it, yeah?” He’s suddenly antsy in his need to make his room presentable and safe. He’s grabbing both blankets and pillows and is in the bedroom before Y/N even makes it there, still becoming more and more tired after her adventures today.

“Are you tired?” He asks, noticing her tired eyes and the shorts still lifted to her nose. He gets a nodding answer. Perfectly, maybe by fate even, the dryer chimes its finish, indicating that now both of her new blankets are clean and warm.

While he is just about freaking out over never having made a nest before, Y/N is at his side and pulling one thing at a time from his arms. She places the blankets haphazardly in his eyes, just making a small dip for her to cuddle into. Even in her fog of scent and growing tiredness, she is able to do what she needs for her comfortable nest. He even lingers on the fact that she’s making it on the correct side, probably having already noticed where his scent lingers the most.

“Okay, we sleep.” she almost gets into the bed before Namjoon is tugging at her (his) hoodie, pulling her back.

“No outside clothes. You need to be comfortable and clean.” She immediately obeys, pulling her (his) sweats down as he looks up at the ceiling to admire the texture. He remembers she needs one of his shirts so he uses that as an actual excuse, plucking a random one from the hangers to hand to her. He completely turns around for that part, waiting only until he hears her settle into the bed before he turns back to her. He catches her arm sticking out, patting the large space next to her, before disappearing again.

She’s going to be the death of him, really. A pretty omega nesting in his bed.

He’s a rod next to her. Stiff and trying to take up as little room as possible. He has work tomorrow and a new responsibility he has to navigate- he can’t just stay up all night and be useless in both ways.

“Namjoon.” Despite how tired she was, she whispers to him with a lucid voice.

“Yeah?”

“I’m just- I don’t know- tense? Could I…sleep with your hand?”

This is more intimate than he thought it’d be. To have her in his bed, wanting his wrist to scent freely and maybe even scent herself. He’s not one to take scenting lightly. To him, it’s special, and should be sacred to the one he is to be with for the rest of his life. He was fine with the clothes, he maybe even thought about it a few times since their shopping trip- but is this too much too fast?

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, I know we didn’t talk about that yet.” She whispers again.

“Y/N.” It’s silent for a few long seconds.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not sure if I want to scent right now, but could I- could we just try this once and I can let you know how I feel?”

“Are you sure? I know I just came to you so abruptly, I don’t want my presence to change your previous boundaries. I’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He really thinks about it, about how he’s felt before with others he’s been interested in. Even with Seokjin and Jimin, he’s never thought about scenting them or even needing to push out his own scent in situations that needed his ‘dominance’ for assistance. It was never something he prioritized, or had a reason for. So, the fact that it’s now wanted and needed, it feels intimate. But, maybe wanting to give this to her is what’s right. If not, and he’s reading this wrong, he’ll let her know. His own rule was to be open and to voice their concerns.

“It’s okay, here.” He sticks out his arm before he can overthink it more. She takes his hand as if it were a precious jewel, her skin is just as soft as he imagined. Maybe it was even better- but he can’t explain it. All he knows is that his own skin seems to call out for her, yearning for a touch he has just met. A touch that he only knew of a second ago. He grasps onto her hand, rubbing his thumb into the back of it as she directs him to her nose. The brush of her nose is like static, a shock to his system that he’s never felt before. His sensitive scent gland there is immediately releasing his scent in wafts that she only snuggles closer to.

“It’s so good. Is this okay?” She mumbles, clearly trying to keep a clear head as well.

“Yeah, yeah.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, but really he’s just trying to keep cool. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes, it’s safe and warm. Thank you, Namjoon.”

With her nose and upper lip pressed to his wrist- with a mumble of his name whispered into his own skin- he lets out a ragged breath, and he himself tries his best to drift to sleep. It isn’t long before he’s actually tiring down, her sweet, warm scenting pushing out to meet him. She could probably scent the nerves. He doesn’t mind how it happens, nor how they’ll wake up at this point. Now, he can rest, knowing a sweet omega is safe in his home.

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #namjoon x reader #bts abo #bts omegaverse au #alpha namjoon

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acetone4veins · 6 months

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Mean Girls + Quotes Part 2

Find part 1 here

More quotes that remind me of mean girls characters and their various relationships :)

Regina

"i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn."

unknown

"i have survived everything but i fear that i cannot survive myself."

Cynthia Chapman

"was i raised without love? or was i born unlovable?"

unknown

"am i lonely because no one cares, or am i lonely because i'm not strong enough to let anyone get close enough to care?"

Rob Hill Sr.

"of course i look angry all the time. my entire life i've been fighting a war. i am soaked in pain and sadness. the irony however, is that i'm not actually angry, i'm trying to learn how to be happy. and that in itself is a war."

unknown

Cady

"i thought - i want to go home. i want to be in a place that feels like home. where that was, i did not know."

Katie Kitamura

"i understood myself only after i destroyed myself. and only in the process of fixing myself did i know who i really was."

Sade Andria Zabala

“do you ever wonder where you took a wrong turn? where your life became the exact opposite of what you wanted it to be?”

unknown

"i have always tried to make a home for myself, but i have not felt at home in myself."

Jeanette Winterson

Janis

"of course i'm angry. do you have any idea how many times someone should have helped me?"

unknown

"hurt an artist and you'll see masterpieces of what you've done."

unknown

"i don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though i may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful."

Susan Sontag

Gretchen

"what a sick little head, your love always turns into obsession."

unknown

"i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

unknown

“i only know how to exist when i’m wanted.”

Mary Lambert

"i don't want to beg. i know you can feel it, my longing, the aching, my need for love. i don't want to beg. but oh god - oh god, please. please. love me. love me."

unknown

"for once i need to choose myself, or else i'm going to lose myself."

Veronika Jensen

Karen

“i believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. i believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. i believe while i tremble; i trust while i weep.”

Charlotte Brontë

Regina and Janis

"longing, how soft a word for such a ravenous feeling. how we hunger in silence."

Pavana

"dig your teeth into me. come on, i dare you. take a bite. open me up; raw and candy floss pink on the inside. make it hurt. i figure, you're going to hurt me one way or another. might as well be with your mouth."

Ashe Vernon

"i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands."

unknown

"you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love."

Franz Kafka

"i love you and i always will and i am sorry. what a useless word."

Ernest Hemingway

Regina and Cady

"i love you. i love you unconditionally. i loved you even in my ignorance. i loved you when i didn't even know. i just love you."

unknown

"and on some days, i wish our paths had never crossed because you don't know how heartbreaking it is to know that someone like you exists in this world and i cannot have you."

unknown

“i must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively.”

Henry Miller

"i still haven't figured out how to sit across from you, and not be madly in love with everything you do."

William C. Hannan

“fuck my pride. fuck everything. i’m so desperately hungry for you.”

Henry Miller

Gretchen and Karen

"the way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes."

John Mark Green

"when i think of life, i think of you. when i think of love, i think of you. safe to say that i really like thinking about life with you."

unknown

"come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can't just stand on it."

Dino Ahmetovic

Regina and Gretchen

"i suffer in my loving, and you know it."

Willa Cather

"i loved you to the point of ruin. i loved you until my lungs were filled with ash."

Tina Tran

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theholypeanut · 1 year

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Being Ego Jinpachi’s smart daughter with zero athletic skills

Disclaimer: This is a headcanon for my bestie who is a huge Ego Stan and we joked once how “damn if Ego get a kid who is awful in sports it will be a disaster” and here I am, making it reality - this is part 1

Warning: Ego is not the best dad, Kunigami and Isagi have one braincell, for now no romo, just funny vibes, platonic

Afab!reader

○ Since the day you were born, the bar was set HIGH

○ Unfortunately the older u get the more obvious it is that your eye-legs coordination is just not existing

○ Ego is very disappointed and makes you train either way, thinking that with hard work you can still represent the level he wishes

○ Noel Noa is your godfather, but he just told Ego that maybe u will find different hobby

○ Excuse me like what?

○ However, thankfully you are very smart and developed amazing computer skills at young age

○ To bond with your dad more, you helped him with the programming of Blue Lockmans and worked hard to make the Blue Lock project work from technical point of view

○ It actually took a lot of pressure off your shoulders that your dad is so happy with progress this teenage boys are making

○ U guys have great time and you actually spend lots of time in the Blue Lock cockpit…

○ Because Damn, watching the boys is better than any telenovela on tv

○ Angst, betrayal, friendships - it has it all and you got invested af, eating popcorn while watching another episode of Team Z dramatic encounters

○ As you are similar age you also divided them into smash or pass categories in your free time

○ Until one day, because of your dad’s awful diet Anri encouraged you to go pick up some food from the Blue Lock cantine to get some actual proteins “but don’t let anyone see you”

○ Excitement went through the roof, as you cannot really leave the cockpit area

○ U wore your Blue Lock sweatshirt and sweatpants and went on your secret James Bond adventure to pick up some steak

○ Everything was doing great, because it was close to the bath/bed time, but then you accidentally met Isagi and Kunigami in the cantine and u panicked

○ However what saved u was lack of brain cells of your favourite telenovela characters

○ “Damn there are so many pretty boys in here, I didn’t think there would be another person looking like Chigiri”

○ U feel like an isekaied character just put inside your favourite novel, and decided to play your cards right

○ “ughmmm thanks bro” you lowered your voice to not get busted on the spot

○ You are absolutely clueless how anyone would take you for an athletic boy when you barely have any muscles but ok

○ U decided to eat some steak with them and try to avoid any personal questions, just asking them about their experiences so far (even when you know everything since u pretty much watch them on security cameras all the time)

○ To fish for some compliments u say stuff like “don’t u guys think the system here is amazing?? Oh my god this place is so great” but unfortunately they are just football freaks and don’t appreciate true art

○ To be fair you preferred to meet Bachira bc u liked him the most, you are a total fangirl over this bee boy, but u take what you can

○ It was getting late and you were scared that Anri would notice you on the cameras, so you decided you’d go back

○ “Oh you haven’t say from which team you are??” Isagi apparently was looking for more boys into his harem

○ “Em… Team B” you lied. “Say hi to Bachira from me” and u just waved to them and walked away.

○ After sprinting back to cockpit, apparently no one noticed how long you’ve been gone, so you deleted all of the camera footage from the encounter

○ Now just wait till they notice in second selection that there is actually, no Team B.

By slowlyholypeanut - please don’t steal, respect, don’t change

Pretty sparkles by @benkeibear thank u so much for your amazing work ✨

#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk #ego jinpachi #isagi yoichi #kunigami rensuke #blue lock platonic

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dyns33 · 2 years

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The God of Nightmares

A little Dark Morpheus x Reader. Not proud of this one, but still posting it.

Her parents had never been very clear about why Y/N couldn't go out.

Yes, they had told her about the "monster", the God of dreams, with whom they had had a "problem", and who wanted to kill them all and take her, but it wasn't really very clear at the end.

When she was a child, she hadn't asked questions.

Y/N had seen the tall, dark figure through the windows, she had heard the whispers in the dark, she had had strange dreams, and it had all scared her.

There had been the time when she had been sleepwalking, approaching the front door, and it was her father who had grabbed her before she opened it. Since that incident, they locked her in her bedroom when she was going to sleep.

It wasn't easy for her, being locked in the house all day, and in her bedroom at night.

But it was for her own good, the good of the family, the good of the whole world.

When she was ten years old, her mother had taken her hands and tried to be a little clearer about their situation. Especially because Y/N kept having a lot of questions, not understanding why she was the only one who wasn't allowed to go outside.

"A long time ago, your grandfather's grandfather made a mistake. He met the master of nightmares who ordered him to give him the first daughter born in the family, otherwise the whole universe would fall in a eternal sleep. Frightened, the man accepted, but only had boys, who in turn only had boys, and that until you were born. But it had been centuries, and we didn't want to lose you, so we asked a powerful witch for help. The house is protected, and he can't come in without permission. As you can imagine, it didn't please the King of Dreams, who swore to kill us all as soon as he gets you. Then you mustn't go out, ever."

"... But he could hurt you too when you go outside."

"No, he's not allowed to. He needs to have you first."

"I don't understand anything. And I thought I had no right to imagine things."

"Indeed, why do you say… Oh, yes, I told you to imagine. Forgive me dear, you're right."

"He and I are not allowed to do many things. But why did he ask my grandfather's grandfather for his daughter ?"

"It's late, you should go to sleep. Dreamless sleep, promise me."

Y/N didn't answer, just going to her room, followed by her parents who locked the door as soon as she was inside.

It was all really unclear, and the few dreams she had weren't helping. Because even if the figure in the street was frightening, surrounded by ravens and his shining eyes staring at the house, there was nothing terrifying in hers dreams.

This rarely happened, no doubt because of the protection of the witch, and the prohibition of her parents to develop her imagination, but it happened that Y/N heard stories, stole a book, hid behind the sofa to listen the television, and then she couldn't help dreaming of another life, outside, where she would be free and happy.

This was what she continued to dream of during the night, finding herself near a lake, or in a garden, near a huge palace, where several creatures greeted her with a friendly smile, saying that they were glad to meet her.

Y/N did not see the King of Dreams for several years however, not until she became an adult. He had left her with calm and peaceful nights, only showing up at the door of her house. But he seemed to be losing patience after all this time.

"My love, why do you let them treat you like this ?" he asked her one night, meeting her in a wonderful forest.

"You. Don't come any closer !"

"You can run but it would be useless, we are in my kingdom and I will find you everywhere. I am not trying to scare you though. I just want to talk to you."

"You want to take me and kill my parents."

"Oh, I certainly don't have any affection for your family after what they did to me, but if you ask me, I won't kill them."

"... Really ?"

"Really, my love. They have a debt to pay, and the rules are the rules. I can't leave until this story is over, and it won't be over until you let me in."

"Why are you calling me that ?"

The Master of nightmares didn't answer her, just smiling at her, a sweet and sincere smile.

The next day, Y/N dared to ask her parents if there was a way to convince the terrible God to spare them. Maybe he would listen and be lenient. He could probably understand that people who hadn't asked for anything didn't want to abandon their daughter.

The question enraged them, her mother asking her if she had lost her mind, while her father grabbed her to shake her, yelling at her not to think such things, before ordering her to go to her room, where she was locked up all day.

Her only companion was a little raven who stayed at the window as she cried, but unable to get in, since she couldn't open it either.

There was another dream, during which the king asked her again why she let her family treat her so cruelly.

"They cut you off from the dream world, my love, but they also cut you off from the waking world. It's not healthy, it's not normal. I see how unhappy you are. I regret having you put in such a situation. My brother had sworn to me that if I asked a companion to the man who offered me a pact, I would be happy, but he seems to have been wrong, for the first time."

"The man who offered you a pact ?"

"Don't you know, my love ? Of course not. They lied about that too, so you would distrust me. I can imagine what they told you. One of your ancestors found me when I was in a delicate situation, and he offered to help me. In exchange for his help, I offered him good luck. But he asked for more, he wanted the certainty that he and his descendants would lack for nothing, so in exchange for my favours and my protection, I asked for the hand of the first daughter of his family. When I had my betrothed, my benefits would no longer be assured, although they would continue to be lucky. He agreed on the terms, but the day you were born, your parents thought they didn't want to lose everything, so they locked you away from me. I now want to take you, make you my queen, but also to punish them, for not having respected our pact, but especially for all that they did to you."

Not knowing if she could believe him, Y/N asked him to leave her alone, which he did, bowing to her.

For several nights, she had no dreams, until she called him. Then the king of dreams ran to her, smiling enchantingly, and answering all her questions without the slightest embarrassment.

No, the world had nothing to fear from him. No, they wouldn't kill her parents if that was her wish. No, he wouldn't force her to stay with him if she preferred to leave, he just wanted her to be free, and to be able to see her sing, dance and smile in the middle of a meadow, lit by the sun.

And he was not a God. He was an Endless, Dream of the Endless. Morpheus.

Again, there remained the possibility that he was a liar. Her parents had always told her that he was a liar, that he was dangerous, and that he would do anything to get her out or let him in.

But from the beginning he had been the only one to treat her with respect and kindness. To worry about her happiness, to ask her what she wanted, to say that this situation was not normal.

The only one who apologized.

Y/N therefore found the courage to talk to her family again, in order to find a suitable solution.

"I think it would be really possible to talk to him, and in exchange he won't hurt anyone."

"You still say stupid things." growled her father.

"No. Morpheus may not be as monstrous as you think, he'll let you go, he'll even let me go, this can all have a good ending, we can all..."

"How... How did you call him ?" her mother asked in a shaky voice. "You talked to him. You listened to him. You let him hex you, and now you want to kill us all ! Do you think he'll leave us ?! Either you're crazy or you're stupid !"

"We won't let you ruin everything ! You won't come out, you hear ?! You won't come out, even if we have to force you to."

Frightened by her parents' fury, Y/N took refuge in the cellar, in a dark corner where no one could find her. There, she had some time to think.

There had been something in her father's and mother's eyes, something dangerous, dark, and she had understood that they weren't necessarily talking about locking her in her room again to prevent her from going out.

If she died, they wouldn't have a problem.

A part of her refused to believe that they could commit such a crime, and yet they had lied to her since birth, only to keep the blessings Morpheus had granted them. Even though he had agreed to give them a little luck, which would be enough to have a good life.

She had to get out of this house, quickly.

Making as little noise as possible, she went back into the kitchen, hearing her parents who were still looking for her upstairs, and she slipped to the front door. The key had been left on a piece of furniture, no one imagining that she would think to open it, and no one fearing that the Master of dreams could enter, thanks to the magical protection.

As soon as the door was opened, Y/N found herself face to face with Morpheus, who seemed to know perfectly well what had happened.

"Will you let me in to punish them ? Or do you still wish to spare them, just to come with me ?"

"I... I don't know."

"Matthew saw everything. He heard them, plotting against you, talking about hiding your body. Let me in, my love. Even if I don't kill them, I have to punish them for what they did."

"Who is Matthew ?"

"My raven. He always stayed close, to tell me if you were safe."

"I don't care what you do, but I would love a hug."

Morpheus only had to take a step and open his cloak that contained the universe to take her in his arms. It was the first time someone had hugged her, and Y/N closed her eyes, hugging him back, as her parents arrived, screaming in terror at the sight of the scene.

They screamed again, as Morpheus waved a hand in their direction, but Y/N paid no attention, feeling at last where she belonged, surrounded by love and warmth. A kiss placed on her forehead, she then found herself in front of a castle, where several creatures greeted her as their queen.

"I'm dreaming ?" she asked shyly.

"Yes and no, my love. You are in my kingdom. Our kingdom. Come."

"I thought I could go and be free if I asked to ?"

"Come." he repeated simply taking her hand, leading her to the throne.

And then Y/N wondered if she was dreaming, or if she was having a nightmare.

#sandman #the sandman #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine

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donnas-dollface · 2 years

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Since requests are open, would it be alright if I request something with Alcina with a girlfriend who was basically raised to embody the 1950's ideal woman? Always insisting she do all the housework, always trying to appear elegant and poised and dainty, always supporting their lover no matter what, and always going all out with their appearance: makeup, hairstyle, dresses, high heels, just to please Alcina? Only they actually enjoy doing all this?

If this is too uncomfortable for you I won't be upset if you don't do it, I was just curious.

characters; Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader

a/n; mm, to be a vampire's wife and dress pretty yes. my apologies for the wait, im a bit picky about how i write things and wanted this to be just right 😭🙏

warnings; natta

Okay, Alcina is indeed a woman of class. So while you do fit in with her appearance and everything, she feels guilty thinking you're just doing this for her sake of keeping a good image.

"Oh Y/N darling, you don't need to do all of this to please me."

"What? Oh no, Alcina, I enjoy doing this."

Oh my. You like doing this? She's absolutely thrilled. And very much relieved. Oh my god, she thought that maybe you thought she had certain expectations and SHE FELT SO BAD.

Alcina absolutely loves you but y'know she kinda insists you don't do much house work. "We've got our lovely little maids for that Draga." You just look at her and shrug. "Keeps my hands busy while you're working hon." Oh well. Happy wife, happy life.

She does like it when you give the cooks a day off and make dinner yourself. It's something about you making it, it tastes different. Even the girls do. Sometimes they bug their mother while she's working asking if you're the one cooking.

"Mother? Motherrr??"

"Yes Dani."

"Is Y/N cooking dinner tonight?"

"Let's see… they agreed to give the chef Fridays and weekends off… Mm, I'm afraid not my dear."

"Let's just fire them."

"Your darling mother wouldn't agree with that."

she likes watching you though, it's odd. Hardly was there domestic moments in Castle Dimitrescu before you showed up.

Another thing. Alcina and the girls absolutely do NOT trust anybody, even the maidens with cleaning their rooms and spaces. But you? Alcina doesn't mind, and she adores it. You've clearly paid enough attention to her to know where every little thing goes. Her lipstick? Neatly placed on top of a washcloth in her bathroom drawer. Messy documents? Neatly stacked at her now cleaned desk. You even refilled her ink jar.

She's swooning oh my. She's literally holding herself back from buying a wedding ring and proposing on the spot. Visualize that TikTok with the guy pounding his credit card against the desk. That's her.

On the other hand, the girls don't really mind it, but when they know their rooms are due for a cleaning they quickly throw their messy teacups at the dishwasher and are hiding whatever needs to be hidden.

And your little outfits? She finds them so adorable and honestly it's comforting. she was born a little after the 1950s, so seeing a familiar thing is comforting.

REALLY REALLY ENJOYS HELPING YOU WITH YOUR MAKE-UP AND EYESHADOW. She'll hold your face and be carefully applying it and you're there watching her eyes and her little tongue sticking out as she's just totally concentrated.

Sometimes you're just totally in awe by her and get startled by her releasing her gentle hold on you and going "Finished!" Please this woman melts the minute you look in the mirror and smile so big. she was hesitant about doing it when you asked first, but her confidence blooms when you point at hers and go "Can you do it like yours please?"

She enjoys you telling her about different eyeshadow palettes you got and different lipstick shades. Definitely agrees with allowing you to practice different techniques on her, and will proudly flaunt them. Sometimes she's in a meeting and Heisenberg is looking at her like 🤨

"Something's different."

"Mind your business child."

Donna notices her adoptive sister's wearing a different shade of eyeshadow and this causes Angie to ask.

"Hey Beanstalk, what's up with your look?"

"It's Alcina, and my lovely little Y/N did my makeup today."

Angie deadpans.

Okay clothes wise, Alcina probably has alot of vintage dresses and wardrobe stored away. Not exactly 1950s but hey. After her implant with the Cadou, she did grow remarkably taller, and she couldn't fit them anymore. It made her quite upset, so she stored them away. But now you're here!

She pulls them out and has you do a whole fucking fashion show. She's so happy you're marveling at them, and honestly so thrilled they have a new purpose. And she lovessss it when you wear them while accompanying her occasionally to a meeting.

Hair wise, Alcina just adores whatever style you go with. She tries helping you with the curling but she burned herself one time and started cursing like a sailor. You wanna cut your hair? She's a bit sad to see your long hair go but will happily snip it. or accompany you to a professional your choice.

Babes will one hundred percent hold your high heels when your feet get sore from them. She'll carry you too, cause she'll be damned if you hurt yourself.

Enjoys the smell of your perfumes. sometimes when you're away for awhile, sayyy helping in the village because somebody broke something and can't run their shop, she'll spray a bit on herself and is just like >:( "They better be home soon".

The sight of you two together? has her smiling so much. She hired a painter to do a portrait of you two and the girls. Has it smack in the middle of the living area.

hehe i hope you enjoyed thank you for requesting :)

~kaylee

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 x reader #re village x reader #re viii #re 8 x reader #re 8 #re 8 village #alcina x female reader #countess alcina #re8 alcina #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu

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whoreforfictionaloldermen · 8 months

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Lord milori x reader

This is the first chapter if you like it I’ll post the others but giving it a go first hope you like it!

Fandom: tinkerbell

Description: You are a fairy that was born of 3 seasons summer spring and autumn. One day you go to the winter woods and meet the Lord of winter but will you get a happy ending or will it turn out the way everyone would expect?

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I was doing my classes with Queen clarion. You see I have a mixture of 3 seasons. Autumn, summer and spring very unusual yes but all the while it happened anyway. And because of this Queen clarion thought it would be good for me to one day take over pixi hollow. As Queen.

I wasn't sure how to feel about this to be honest. I mean. I was honored. But you may think that I still have to do what the other fairies do. While that is true I also have to take classes on how to rule each season. And do work around pixi hollow I didn't really have time to myself.

You see my time table is:

Classes with the minister of autumn then work

The next day

Classes with the minister of spring then work

Next day

Classes with the minister of summer then work

Next day

Classes with Queen clarion then work

And then it goes back to the beginning. But there's one day after my classes that I don't have anything planned. A day for me. Tomorrow is that day.

*next day*

The minute I woke up I jumped out of bed put clothes on and flew as fast as possible away from the tree. I didn't want to be asked to hang out or to help with work because I needed time to myself and besides fawn is taking the animals across the border today and I wanna go help.

You see queen clarion said that fawn and one other person can go across just to take the animals its always me because I love helping her. I got to the border and saw fawn waiting for me.

"hey fawn" I said as I walked up behind her. She jumped and turned around.

"gosh Y/N don't do that!" she said loudly as I laughed. She's too easy.

" can we take them nowww!!" I said getting excited. She giggled and smiled at me.

"sure Y/N. Let's go"

As we crossed the border I remembered how cold it was. As we were walking to where the winter fairies usually are we dropped off the animals and while fawn was talking to one of the winter fairies I decided to walk around.

I always did this so fawn just waited for me to return when she was done talking.

As I was walking through the winter woods I bumped into someone and fell backwards.

"oh gosh in so sorry I wasnt looking where I was going" I said looking down.

"oh it's alright no harm done" a deep and quite cute voice said. I looked up and was met with the most beautiful brown eyes. He put his hand out to help me up and I took it getting up. I then realised. He was the Lord of winter. 'oh god' I thought to myself.

"I-I'm extremely s-sorry my lord" I said as I bowed slightly. I was always taught to be polite. He put a hand on my shoulder and I lifted my head reluctantly feeling my cheeks burn as they went red.

"no need to be sorry my dear. It happens to everyone" he said smiling sweetly. 'oh my his smile is gorgeous' I thought as I felt my cheeks redden even more.

I smiled at him and nodded slightly. He then began to speak again.

"what's a warm fairy like you doing in the winter woods may I ask?" he said in a gentle tone.

"I was bringing the animals over with a friend and I wanted to walk around for a bit. The cold doesn't affect my wings you see so I'm aloud." I said finally not stuttering. He continued to smile.

"how about I take you back to your friend?" he said offering his hand once he got onto his owl. I blushed even more and took his hand.

"thank you my lord" I said still trying to be polite.

"please call me milori" he said as we took off.

"oh no I couldn't. I've always been taught to be polite to new Lords I meet." I said being a little less polite then usual but still very polite all the same. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me.

"taught?" he said in a confused tone.

"yes lord milori. I was chosen by Queen clarion to take over once she retires and because of this I have to take classes with the ministers." I said using his name but still being polite. He nodded but turned back to me.

"I still insist you call me milori. Please you do not need to use Lord around me" he said smiling again. I smiled at him as I put my hands on his shoulders.

"as you wish milori" once I said that his smile grew and it made my heart flutter. 'snap out of it Y/N you cannot fall for him already you just met and he's a lord!' I thought to myself.

As we got back to fawn she looked at me and smiled.

"ready to go Y/N?" she said still smiling. I nodded and I said by to milori and walked towards the border.

"when did you get all friendly with the Lord of winter?" she teased as she nudged me and winked. I rolled my eyes at her.

"don't get me started" I said laughing and she laughed as well. I knew my life was going to be pretty interesting from this point forward.

#tinkerbell #fanfic #winter #fantasy #queen clarion #lord milori

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What The Water Gave Me

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn part 12, final)

18+ grief release, mentions of death, domestic bliss, threesome (in a sense), improper use of simulacra, rough sex, restraint, dom/brat, fingering (f!), oral (f!), p-in-v, unbearable levels of tenderness and joy, set just before the epilogue

Freshly returned to Waterdeep, Aurum starts the tender act of opening herself to the world. Luckily, she knows an excellent teacher...

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Endless ribboned sky of lavender above her, Aurum laid on her back on her iridescent sailboat. Arms flung above her, she let out a contented sigh.

"Oh, same feelings then?" She smiled at the spinning sunburst as it vibrated a little happy thrum, runes playfully swimming.

She let her eyes close again, drifting blissfully on the astral sea. A sailor of the heavens and soon, of the Sea of Swords.

As the warm spread through her limbs, she felt her throat raw, tears that she instinctually blinked away rising in her vision. A thought she finally allowed to fully form in her mind.

This was how it was supposed to feel. If this shard in her chest wasn't forced inside. If the hands that guided it did so with love. If this gift hadn't come with an illusion of choice, if it was given purely with the grace of the gods.

Meeting Dame Aylin had been a harrowing lesson in perspective. Seeing a holy figure who's god truly imbued with unconditional power. Who basked in the light. Light that renewed, not ate away, not hollowed.

Letting her body pull along the tide, she released to the tears. Flowing down her temples, sobs hitching in her throat.

She had spent so long smothering, it felt good to grieve. Bloodletting the wound clean, still a deep gouge but no longer seeping infection through.

How unfair it all was. That she was doomed from the start. Born to experience subjugation through divinity. Her father not loving a child, not holding a daughter, but purely designing a false diety. Only fit to be put far above in holy indifference. Grieving how much had been carved away from her. Placed in a gilded bell jar, to be nothing more than a siren calling faithful to his side.

"I'm glad you're dead." She hissed.

Taking a deep breath to finally say it, to make it real.

"I'm glad I killed you."

The astral sea offered no response to her hushed confession other than carrying her onward. Peaceful hands cradling in her journey.

"Ms. Orndeir! Gale has returned!" Tara's pleasant voice picked up in her peripheral.

Raising her arms to encircle over her chest, she twisted them counterclockwise. Closing her eyes as the plane melted away, body floating back down to the floor. Caught by a plush cushion, she blinked her eyes open. Rising slightly too excitedly to feet, wobbling back with a giggle.

"Really, you must be careful, dear." Tara tutted. "I know you're regaining strength, but you are still in recovery."

"Oh, please." She smiled, tying her robe. "I've lived with a sun burning in my chest since I was thirteen, I can handle myself."

"Ah, let me fuss over you. Such a lovely woman to brighten this dusty old tower."

Aurum winked cheekily at her, turning to pad down the stairs. Picking up speed when his form revealed at the doorway.

Gale barely had time to set down his satchel before she was on him. Leaping onto his chest, hand coming up to cushion the back of his head as she tackled him to the ground.

He let out a delighted laugh as she rubbed her face into his beard. His arms coming up to tightly wrap her waist to him.

"Well, hello!" He chuckled, taking the barrage of kisses along his face. A lovely blush rising to his cheeks at her affections.

"Husband...husband..." Aurum remarked playfully, as if giving him a title with each kiss.

"Very nearly." He sighed, thumb rubbing across her engagement ring. Touching it absentmindedly as he did when they would walk together in the garden at night. Abiding her leaving his side to bound over to say hello to Astarion in his temporary home in the sidehouse.

He caught her mouth above him, breathing in deeply through nose as he kissed her. Wide warm hands pressing her back.

"Gods, I don't know why I leave this tower." He sighed, cupping her face in his hands.

"To enlighten young minds?"

"Ah, I'm sure they can get on with it themselves. The enlightening." He waved his hand impassively, staring up at her with love blown eyes.

His fingers trailed her still tender tight eyes. "How are you feeling, my love?"

"Good. Better." She kissed the tips of his fingers. "I had a good cry."

A 'Mmrp?' chirped out above his head. A small figure leaning over his face curiously.

"Hello, Myshka." He smiled up at the little white cat slow blinking love at him.

The cat purred loudly, settling into a curl above his head.

"Oh! A hat!" Aurum marveled.

Gale laughed, letting her pull him up. Aurum scooped up Myshka to settle on her shoulder, his preferred perch.

"Come, I'll start you a bath." She pulled him along by the hand. His hands already smoothing over her swaying hips.

"So sweet to me." He sighed.

Gale waved his hands as he regaled her with the trials and tribulations of the first week of class. Her hands lathering lemongrass and lavender soaps into his long hair. Bath water steaming up around his wide shoulders. Humming her remarks at his retelling, tutting and sighing along.

"And not one of their sources were cited!" He turned his head to connect his eyes to hers.

"Truly a horror, baby." She smiled, gently turning his head back with her fingers. "But I'm going to get soap in your eyes. Here, lean back."

He slipped into the water, leaning his head back into her palms. Eyes closing as her newly shipyard strong hands kneaded into his scalp.

"Oh, Rosa..." He sighed, melting into her touch.

Her fingers splayed under his neck, feeling a knot in the curve of his shoulder.

"Relax your neck." She whispered, knees coming forward to support his head.

He released to her, smiling with eyes closed.

Her hands led up his neck in waves, pulling his muscles gently open. His eyes fluttering in lids as a soft groan left him.

She pushed into the knot, feeling smaller strains that could be unwound along with it. Kneading into the small torment.

"Gods, that's heavenly..." He hushed, quieted in his pleasure.

"You were saying...?" She led, smiling down at his blissed out innocence.

"Oh, yes!" His eyes opened, arcing up to meet hers above him. "Well, I'm griping, but I must forgive my students. Afterall, if the forecast is proven true, it will be Auril's Blesstide any day now. Nothing like festivities to stray young minds."

Ah, yes. The festival of the first frost of winter. She had watched the gathering from on high in a gilded tower year after year. Watching the wild debauchery of the foot race through giggling fingers until one of the priestesses pulled her away from the window with a tutting of tongue.

Her mouth spoke honest words before she could consider them.

"I want to do the Cliff's Run."

He tilted his head back, a mischievous smile slowly spreading his face.

"Yeah?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath out. Another truth rising to her lips.

"And I want to visit Spires of the Morning."

He turned under her hands, water gently sloshing as he raised up level to her.

"You're sure?" He whispered, hand sliding along her cheek.

"Yes. I think I could do it if you were there."

His deep brown eyes took up her vision as he leaned into her, other hand pulling her waist to him. Her damp robe falling away under his unraveling fingers.

"All of the heavens nor the hells could stop me from being at your side."

She shivered at his words, the deep winding warmth his voice weaved them with.

"Fuck, has anyone ever told you how amazing your voice is?" She sighed, head leaning back as his lips ghosted her throat.

"Certainly not." He hummed, pulling her along into the water with him. "Do go on, tell me more."

She lowered into the near scalding water, almost letting out a laugh. He often complained of the cold, praising her constant heat with his pressing body. Letting out a little contented sigh to his personal sun.

"Your voice is so comforting, like a warm blanket. That's the best word for it, warm. I could pull it around me and never get cold."

He paused, leaning back from her neck.

"That's the most beautiful compliment anyone has ever given me."

His eyes got misty as he cupped the back of her head. "Gods, I never had a chance with you, did I?"

"Oh? Have you fallen for me already?" She smiled, sliding forward to straddle his lap.

"Deeply. Irreversibly. With every fiber of the weave of my soul."

The water they shared glowed a soft gold, light encircling them.

He stared down in brow furrowed wonder. Eyes rising to meet hers in a reverent spark of realization.

"Aurum, did you just make holy water?"

She stared down, a gentle shock pulling through her. Dipping her fingers into the dimming water.

"I haven't been able to do that since-" Her hand rising unconsciously to the the base of the tattoo at her clavicle. "I thought that had been lost."

His hands rose to splay along her ribs, his favorite prayer. Staring up at her so full of love, it rose from his fingers in blue magic. A deep bliss caressing from where his Weaving fingers held.

Her eyes fluttered shut, falling into his touch. Arching into him as his warm mouth met her slick skin.

A second pair of hands slid to thread over her. Identical in their wide caress. A twinned broad body pressing into her back.

She smiled, not needing to open her eyes to see his magic. Fingers rising back to feel long hair carding between.

"Well, hello stranger." She hummed, pressing into the body along her back, leg looping around his true form at her front. Two pairs of hands pushing pleasure along her.

"Can you feel me through both?" She rocked her hips into his hard cock under her.

"Yes," He moaned, throbbing against her teasing.

"So, if I...?" She leaned over, rising onto knees on the ledge of the tub. Pressing her backside into the hips behind her.

He shuddered under her, reaching up to grip her hips above him.

"So, which one of you is going to take me first?" She grinned, grinding her hips into his simulacrum's hard length.

His eyes flashed, rising up to circle behind her. His second form taking his place between her legs. Identical in the dark intensity of his eyes. Desire near danger arresting in his gaze.

"Don't tease. I'm too competitive to keep a straight head with you." He breathed into her ear. Hands rising around her front to roll her nipples in his fingers.

She groaned, the ghost of his breath fanning across her cunt. Pulling her hair over her shoulder to lave a salacious tongue up the side of her throat.

Gods, she knew she was already dripping. The deep groan beneath her confirming for her. But still, his mouth did not approach.

"Hmm... I don't know. What if your mirror makes me cum first?"

His hand wound into her hair, twisting it back over his knuckles in a tight ponytail. Bending her neck open with a gasp. Cunt clenching hard.

"You're playing with fire, my love." He rumbled. His mouth below biting into her thigh. Hand above snaking around the front of her throat. Cock pressing hard into her lower back.

"Then burn me." She hissed.

His hand tightened around her throat, a slow dangerous laugh pressed to her hair.

Snapping his fingers, the body below her went astral, all iridescent outline. Mouth finally meeting her cunt in hard lapping pulls, two fingers arcing up into her. Hooking and pulsing thrusts up to the hilt of fingers. Already fast slamming into her.

She lurched forward, the burst of pleasure nearly toppling her. Hands instinctually reaching to steady on the astral head.

His arm wound behind both of her elbows, locking her arms behind her back.

"No sanctuary for you there." He hissed into her ear. Angling his hips back away from her in warning. "No, you stay up here with me."

She nodded, desperate whimpers muffled in her throat.

"Good." He purred, arm locked around hers pulling her back to him. "Very good girl."

Her cunt clenched around his astral fingers, soaked to wrist.

"I felt that." He smiled, aligning himself below her. Poised to push inside. "But it's much better around me."

Before she could consider how, he pushed fully inside her. Stretching her cunt in one strike of pleasure.

"Fuck!" She cried. Looking down in astonishment as the ghost of his hand below still pulsed up into her. Astral in nature, able to exist between spaces. Fingers mirroring the opposite beat with his thrusts.

He pulled up on her hips, finding her g-spot with his cock. A low sigh leaving him at her deep tremor.

"Ah, there it is." He smiled, astral body below pulling out to be fully focused on her clit. Holding her hips up as he latched on with a waving tongue. Sucking wet and merciless.

"Gods! Gale!" She cried, orgasm nearly at her throat. Thighs clenching, eyes rolling up into sockets. Rocking forward with each thrust.

"You don't cum until I say you do." He commanded, his arm pulling her up to him. Mouth crashing into hers.

She whimpered, realizing he was keeping his mouth busy on purpose. Trying to pull away from his kiss.

"No, not yet." He growled, snapping his hand around her throat. Mouth demanding into hers again.

It was reaching near unbearable to hold back, her fingers tapping up onto edge of his wrist to speak to him.

He released his grip far enough for her to slip her hand inside his.

Please. Please. Good. Girl.

He chuckled into her mouth, pulling back only far enough to rumble out against her ear.

"Cum. Now."

Her body crumpled in pleasure, high keening cries leaving her. Water lighting again in brilliant light as she tremored out agonizing bliss. Spreading through her body in near aching strikes.

He rocked into her, slowing into a sensual wave. Astral body disappearing below. Just his reverently pulling hands.

She smiled, knowing he wanted to cum when she was all soft again. Rising to lean back into him, tilting up to press tender kisses to his throat.

"Is that better?" She hushed, hips rocking into his increasingly desperate thrusts.

"Yes- Oh Gods," He shuddered when her tongue pulled his earlobe into her mouth. "Don't stop-"

She cupped the back of his head to her, nibbling down on his ear. Moaning hot up into the shell.

"Ai armiel telere maenen hir."

She nearly giggled as he paused, focusing on the quick translation in his head. Then gasped out against her back, buckling forward into her. Gripping desperately around her front as he flooded her, burying his cries into her shoulder.

Her legs still weak, but his sure to be far weaker, she turned under him. Catching him under arms, looping them around her neck. Urging up on his thighs around her waist.

He followed, allowing her to lift him out of the bath. Carrying him out into their bedroom.

He sighed, pulling her down with him onto the bed. Settling into the bliss of tangled limbs. His arms looped tightly around her back.

"You hold my heart forever... Gods, what am I going to do without you here in this bed with me?" He sighed, resting his cheek on the crown of her head.

"Gale, it's only a short voyage. Two weeks if the weather gets choppy."

"Two weeks?! You're killing me."

She smiled, turning her head to kiss along his chest.

"You've only just learned to swim, too..."

"And I had an excellent teacher, I'm sure you've heard of him. A professor Dekarios?"

She leaned her head up to look into the sweet worry in his eyes.

"I'm going to do great, baby."

He sighed, smiling down at her. Fingers gently twirling her hair behind her ear.

"I know. You are so very exquisite, my love. Let your husband fuss over you, he's earned it."

She bit her lip in a smile at him, the love in his eyes mesmerizing her. The softness of his gaze something that used to terrify her. Now, she cupped it into her hands. Lifting it to her mouth to drink.

"I am so lucky to have you." She whispered, words swollen with honesty.

Climbing up to bury her face into his shoulder. Sliding her arms under him to twine around his back.

"You are the sea and the stars. You are the rising ivy and the wind in chimes. You are every small beautiful thing I see, and I am so terribly in love with you, Gale."

He was quiet, hands stilled on her back. Heart pounding against her chest.

A hitching breath rose his chest, the crown of her head dampening. His hand rose to cover over his mouth, muffling a sob in his throat.

"Let it out, baby." She hushed, turning her face to nuzzle into his neck. Kissing softly into the curve. "I'm right here. It's okay."

He released into his tears, choking out big heaving sobs. Body trembling with the effort. Grasping her to him in great armfuls.

"I know, I know." She hummed to his half formed words, made muddy in the deluge.

When he broke the surface, gasping through near coughs, she rubbed into his chest in warm circles. His wonderful healed chest.

"Those had better not have been your vows." He gasped.

She smiled, raising her head. Propping her hand under her chin to stare down at him. Wiping his tears with the pad of her thumb.

"Oh, you're not getting off that easy."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, you sweet worrier." She smiled, kissing along his jaw. Cupping his precious face as sacred water in her hands. "I'm ready."

He looped their fingers, kissing the curve of her thumb. The quiet chatter of the crowd dimmed in the adoration of his brown eyes.

I love you.

She rushed him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. Kissing his perfect warmth in the sharp chill of approaching night.

"I love you, Gale Dekarios." She sighed, pressing her forehead to his.

His eyes danced over her shoulder at the people gathering, some in the white robes for the race.

"Seems it's almost time."

Smiling back down at her, turning her out to the crowd by her hips. Leaning into her ear to rumble his warm voice.

"Go on, then. Show them my girl."

Aurum took one steadying breath between pursed lips, then dropped her hood. The rest of the cloak falling back into his arms.

Already heads turned, faces lit in intrigue. Hands rising to mouths at the sunburst of light. Reflected back in mesmerized curious eyes.

This is an effect her visage had on others her whole life. She used to believe it was because she was chosen by her god. The doctrine she had been fed, hand to tongue.

"It's cause you're special." Ih'ara used to whisper as the curious and devout came to witness the little golden girl. Squeezing her hand as she led her in her ceremonial blindfold, not needing to see her to hear the smile in her voice.

"You were woven in gold dalharil, give those who come to your splendor some patience."

Aurum smiled, stepping forward. Her white robe trailing behind her feet.

Several people stepped forward as well, the hush fallen over gently broken by sounds of good-natured chatter.

One woman came up, hand naturally rising to hover over her chest. Eyes bright in awe.

Aurum stepped into her hand, a calloused palm meeting her chest.

The woman stared down in wonder, then smiled up at her.

"I remember you." Her eyes creasing up in a warm smile. "Welcome home, high priestess."

"Thank you." Aurum cupped her hand over hers. "I'm so glad to be back."

Others came up to press their palms, smiling down at her light carding between their fingers. Whispering their gratitude in that hushed way the reverent did.

"Good luck on the race." She whispered back.

The first horn rung the air, everyone lining up. An excited giggling on the air, a few people already shedding their robes to mischievous whistling and whoops.

A group had formed around Aurum in fellowship. Those she had met standing shoulder to shoulder with her, a few eyes meeting hers to smile their alliance.

She smiled unabashedly, gathering the hem of her white robes in preparation.

Ih'ara's voice at her back. Watching her sprint through the high grass, calling around a mouthful of fruit to laugh.

"Yes! Yes! Run as the driven rain Rosa'sune!"

The horn sounded, and she took off like a shot. Robes whipping behind her, legs pumping in gliding strides. The world falling away from her as she ran. A wild joy filling her chest.

She let out a shriek of excitement, hearing several other running voices rise to echo her call. The boisterous silly comradery of strangers running in the street. A bliss uncommon to her raising her heart so high she swore she was flying.

Seeing the sea approaching down the long hill, she threw her robe over her head. Running in her underclothes, the cold of the first night of winter goosebumping blissfully over her heat. Feet pumping along cobblestone to rise to sea fragrant wood of the dock.

She took a deep breath and, without slowing, dove into the sea. The chill of the water enveloping her whole.

Pumping her legs up against the cold, she felt other bodies break the surface around her. Streaking invisible into the sea alongside her.

Gods, she was home.

Rising out with a gasp, she was met by a mage hand. Gale standing on the shore, beaming smile and fingers lit in blue light.

She smiled at him with the same brightness, taking his hand. Treading water as she was led back to warmth.

"Hey, professor, how much love makes a whole sea holy?"

genuinely thank you so much ya'll who have stayed with this story and been as invested in these sweeties as I have been. it means the world to me and I'm so glad to share it with you lovely people! mwah!!! ❤️

#the way i completely rewrote this about three times. gods...#anyway sorry this took so long! i needed to get it right cause they mean so much to me #also sailor aurum is so... ough #gale x tav #gale smut #bg3 smut #screenshot by @elminstersapprentice #lyrics from: patricia - florence and the machine

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teehee hello!!

i already yapped about liab and ria about a week ago on here and i finished itf two days ago and holy moly oh my god bro

i am floored

i don't know what to do with myself now help

this whole series has been consuming my thoughts for three weeks now dude i can't stop thinking about all of them

i am so flipping happy about all the reunions you got me all giddy and stuff

katara and sokka?? aang and sokka?? TOPH AND SOKKA MEETING?? iroh and zuko?? jee and zuko?? rasu and zuko?? SWT and sokka again?? SWT and gaang?? SWT and zuko?? zuko and gaang??

SOKKA AND ZUKO.

and shen :(

i have mixed feelings about ara but literally every time she came up in this fic was so well written and as much as i obviously don't like what she did back in liab, i love ara

the interaction between zuko and ara? gut-wrenching, i fear

couldn't stop giggling when katara thought ara and sokka were seeing each other omg

AND TOPH 😭😭 i love that she just knows dude

also i loved the momo joke when zuko thought katara was sokka teehee :3

also

i'm not sure how to feel about chang

like, okay, he killed zhao and he helped zuko (and sokka ig?) not die in prison, but.... idk

anyways i loved the bonding scenes between jee + sokka and bato + zuko omg

which brings me to my next point

JEE AND BATO. i love those two oml

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't kill either of them and let them be happy and maybe hold hands and erm kiss and stuff please 🙏:33

also the whole thing with the sex book was so funny to read

i've said it before and i'll say it again;

you write these characters so incredibly well and i love love love the relationships you've built up between them it's incredible

i am going absolutely insane over your fics

you are such an amazing writer dude holy crap

i hope you have a lovely day!! :3

(i would offer you my first born child for them to just get a happy ending pleasepleasepleaseplease) (jk i don't have any kids and i don't really want any but you get my point)

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! HIIIII

…. Haha I’m sorry but when you were listing off the reunions & added Shen :( I chuckled lol. RIP SHEN we were just starting to like you & then you died. chang & Ara are my most controversial characters for sure but I don’t think Chang has an active haters club like our girl Ara does haha. *hair flip* winnnniiiinnngggg

JEETO JEETO JEETO!! I think by the time the battle starts I will be getting death threats if anything bad happens to them *evil grin* WE SHALL SEE……

I LOVE YOU THIS ASK IS SO MUCH BETTER FOR ME THAN YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD YOU KEEP THAT ALL FOR YOURSELF LOVE <3

#Thank you thank you thank youuuuuu for this ask #I will say it again and again but I love amazing asks like this #It shows me that all the time and effort I put into interactions and character development is not overlooked #I adore you anon #ADORE YOU!!!#I’m glad you like the fic #Ok so next chapter has some jeeto content I’m super excited about #Like heheheh I’ve been thinking about this shit since RIA #& idk FUCKING WHOLESOME #HOPE THEY DONT DIE #haha sorry ill stop #Ok you’re amazing anon #leaving it all behind #LIAB #ITF #ask

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carminewill · 2 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘?

the h̶e̶r̶o̶ villain

so we meet again, don't we? pity, I hoped our reunion would never occur. oh, pardon my discourtesy would you? but I really find tyrants unpleasant to the mouth. "sic semper evello mortem tyrannis." I have seen many before you fall, and I will see many after you descend as well. oh don't give me that hateful sneer, you more than anyone should know the expanse of my kindness, but vain little heroes are but villians in different shoes. you grew up wishing to prove yourself, you were good once, or I thought you were. maybe you were born nasty. you strove to reach the stars, for you felt unworthy, ha, perhaps you were onto something you pushed those you saw as dirty into the dirt, face down in the name of righteousness. but one does not merely hate for hatred itself. all abhorrence stems from fear. you call yourself a savior to merely stomp on the ones beneath you. would you like a bitter truth? no one's beneath you, some just strike more worry into your heart. are they better than you? as much as I'd adore saying yes, there might still be hope for you yet. after you swallow a few slices of humble pie, and wake up to reality. you cannot force anyone to change. you cannot force anyone to do anything. it is as simple as that. reality has very few set rules and somehow even then people find a way to break them. you're not a god, little beast. it's time you stopped acting like one, for one day a real god will smite you where you stand, and they will be disguised as the "lesser" people you mock so bitterly.

the fallen prodigy

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you now, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

the rising under dog

why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outraged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

#X — DASH GAMES #oh this was INTERESTING to see #Saiko's honestly makes sense bc...#mmm she did sneer at the result at first #she is very aggressive & pushing people down #a little beast as you will #doesn't see herself a savior but she DOES see herself a victor / winner #noriko's is fun bc as a kid it was all sunshine #she likes what she does and who she is #but the youth definitely died young bc she got into crime so young #and she'll do what she needs to survive (ie be with militants & kill innocent)#bc unlike takeya she isn't fooled not really #TAKEYA'S IS INTERESTING THO #bc he IS good #at his core but shows what the borderlands does #and in his eyes he WAS battling for his comrades & himself in the 10 of hearts #and killing traitors before was for the good of EVERYONE #its more the rising-derailed under dog

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Prologue, Episode 5: Gypsophila Arc

Mere: Welcome to the Holy Land Gypsophila, Tuner. You've finally arrived.

Sena: This is the Holy Land... Everywhere is white, this is such a beautiful place!

Mere: Yes, Mere thinks so too.

Many angels, including Mere himself, watch over the world at this place. So it can be said that the peace of Chagran can exist was thanks to the presence of the Holy Land.

Sena: But if you need the purification power, that means that this place also has the [Curse of Trance]...

Mere: Unfortunately, that's indeed the case.

We're at a loss since it even reached the temple's surroundings.

Let's not delay any longer, Mere will call over the people who'll receive the purification power. Please wait here for a moment.

???: ...

???: Umm. Master Mere. Why did you summon us here? Could it be you found out that I slack off at work to play yesterday?

Mere: No, Tis. Though Mere does find out now.

Tis: Oh, oops! ... Well, whatever.

???: Excuse me... but who is this?

Mere: Kai, it's rude to refer to them as "this". They are Sena. A special someone called the [Tuner].

Kai: Tuner...! I've heard of them before, from the oracle.

Tis: Heh~! I don't know about it at all, but nice to meet ya.

Kai: Master Mere, since we're brought here to the Tuner. Does this mean... that... umm...

Mere: Good observation, Kai. You're correct, you all will be granted with the purification power to cleanse the curses.

Kai: Sigh... I knew it.

Tis: Heh, sounds interesting.

Mere: It looks like you both are content with the decision. Then may we trouble you, Tuner.

Sena: Um... I don't think Mr. Kai looks like he's happy with it.

Kai: Please don't call me "Mr". I'm not worthy to have an honorific. Just call me "garbage" is fine.

Mere: Kai, what made you dissatisfied?

Kai: Yes, it's strange that I was chosen as the recipient for the Mana. Are you sure there's nothing amiss with the high-ranking Angels' judgement?

How low does Heaven's authority have fallen for them to choose such a useless, weak and lethargic angel like me to bear this important power?

Tis: Ehh, isn't it fine. I think it's cool that we're getting special treatment.

Kai: Do you understand at all, Tis? If we have the purification power, that means all the curses in Heaven will be our job to purge.

Tis: Ah, that's true. Then, I'm against it too!

It's fine if it's only for once, but it gets boring when it adds to my workload. There's still so many things I wanna do!

Mere: My, my... How troubling Mere's sons are.

Sena: Son?

Mere: Yes. By separating the emotions within them from themselves, Angels create new angels into this world.

Both Kai and Tis are precious sons born to Mere. Although their only fault is that they're a tad too emotional.

Sena: Ah... So that's how it is...

Mere: —Kai. Tis.

You two don't have the right to object to it. Because this is your obligation... it's a holy role.

The high-ranking Angels have entrusted the matter regarding the curse purification to Mere. Do you intend to go against Heaven's will?

Kai: ... I understand.

Mere: Tis, do you understand too?

Tis: What'll happen if I still firmly refuse?

Mere: Of course, we'll discuss it over and over until you agree. Even if it took days, weeks, or even years.

Tis: ... Just five minutes is enough to make me tired. Al~right, I agree~ Master Mere~

Mere: Thank God, you both understand.

Now, Tuner. Please at least bestow us with the purification power.

Tis: Mm~ I don't really know what changed.

Kai: Me too.

Mere: Then, first of all you two can see Mere's example. Can I ask for your help, Tuner?

Sena: Alright.

Mere: Thank you. Then, let's purge the curse in front of the temple. Please head this way.

#akuaya #akuma ouji to ayatsuri ningyo #evil prince and the puppet #evil prince and the puppet translation #akuaya translation #main story #mere #mere akuaya #kai #kai akuaya #tis #tis akuaya #prologue episode 5 #the part that gives me the most problem was calling kai with “san” bruh #if you think hard enough #what mere does are practically an emotional malebirth

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[ yes, we’re going back and forth with this- ]

Daemon Targaryen was anything but compliant when it was time for him to leave. Whenever he was unwelcome, of course that was literally anytime he was around these gods forsaken Hightowers. He had to make sure to go undetected through these tunnels into his granddaughter’s nursery.

It was already past midnight and he finally found it. After passing so many tricky directions. He paused when he heard hushed whispers. His son and his two other children. “Come one, can we please hold her for a bit?” A little girl. “We won’t drop her.” A little boy.

“Maybe tomorrow, your sister was just really fussy earlier from the other grownups holding her.” Baelon says lovingly. “You placed her egg into the cradle already, Vis?”

“Yeah, we chose the purple one because of her pretty purple eyes.” Viselon says enthusiastically. “Wait, maybe we can take her on Carnifex sometime-“

“Okay, time to go for your own chambers and go to sleep.” Baelon’s lightly laughed and ushered them out of the nursery before glancing back at the cradle. “Sweet dreams, little dragon.” Then the door finally gently shut.

Once Daemon entered through the secret passageway. He walked towards the cradle and heard soft coos from inside. The nursery was filled with scattered gifts and the fireplace set to keep the infant warm.

“Princess Argella, isn’t it?” He asks softly as those amethyst eyes wondrously stared at his violet ones. “A storm lands name, of course, you look like a Rhaelle. Rhaelle Targaryen would’ve suited you for sure despite the dark hair.” He hummed.

“Come here, little dragonwhisperer.” Daemon carefully leaned down to pick up the newborn up as Argella’s eyes only widened. “The dragons sang all day, didn’t you know? The first dragonwhisperer of House Targaryen ever since the doom of Old Valyria.” Born to bring glory to our name…

“Perhaps I can bring you with me and properly raise you like I should’ve done with your father.” Yes, he can easily pass her as one of his to Rhaenyra and rename her- but his son would rather have all of their heads than let him near any of his children. Especially Argella.

It would be a biggest treason to take a newly born princess from her own cradle-

“What are you doing here?” A angry voice interrupted his thoughts. “You should know that you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Ser Criston Cole stood in the opened doorway with a couple guards behind him.

“Ah, Ser Crispin.” The Rogue Prince only smirked when the other man gritted his teeth. “I’m only here as a grandfather meeting his granddaughter, not your enemy today.” He rocked the newborn baby girl who only gurgles softly.

- 💜 Anon.

[I always get so excited about your asks fhhhdhgghf]

Oh shit. Is cristons first thought as he looked at Daemon targaryen holding the young princess.

Baelons going to go crazy when he returns. Is the second thought.

"Your own son doesn't want you around, why would you think he wants you around his daughter?" He knows the words hurt the prince from his clenched jaw.

"Put my daughter down." An angry voice hisses and the door slams shut. There stands Baelon, daemons son, seething with irritation.

He surges forward and gently snatches his daughter away, holding her close. "You were asked to leave by my wife, why linger? Don't tell me you wish to play happy family after abandoning me for my entire life."

A lone purple eyes stares daggers at its pair as argella babbles in her father's arms.

"Go home to your wife and children, father."

"Rhaenyra is your stepmother and my children are your siblings."

Baelon stares back impassively, still holding his daughter. " My only siblings are Baela and Rhaena. My only mothers are Rhea Royce,, Laena Velaryon, and Alicent Targaryen."

"Goodbye, Father."

#baelon ii targaryen #argella targaryen #baelon really went fuck you

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I would love a fic where the Tsubasa crew ended up in the RG Veda world after all the canon happened, and end up passing a few days with Yasha and Ashura.

If we go by post canon Tsubasa, this means it's only Syaoran, Kurogane and Fai, but that's fine by me too. I prefer them all settled on their skin.

Imagine those three finding again Yasha and Ashura, only this time the two are alive and together as their counterparts in the country of Shura/Shara wished, and still gods, but at the cost of loosing everything else. I imagine it's be a very bittersweet feeling.

Imagine the Tsubasa trio (and oh, syaoran only has the memories but he never really met Ashura in person after all. maybe he takes care of remembering everything to tell his parents when he gets them back. the end of the shara arc was so melancholic and sad),

Imagine the Tsubasa trio swapping stories with the RG Veda duo, and the surprise and sad happiness at the recognition of their past companions names, living other lives, happy lives, in other worlds without them. Just the duo reaction to Kendappa being the ruler of Nihon, with Souma as her loyal retainer and a little sister to take care of and spoil, and Ryu having been a close friend of past Syaoran in Outo and also Souma of that world, and misterious Kujaku who helped Syaoran and the rest in Nirai Kanai, still someone of great power and kind nature.

I would love to read it if written skillfully, it could lead to pain, like Ashura deciding it was due to not being born in those places that everything went well, and Yasha reasuring them that it has nothing to do with anything. Maybe TRC-trio revealing what happened in the Shura-Shara world, that they were kind if misguided and people were happy with their rulers and remembered them for centuries.

They both died at the end of course, but given this is the og RG Veda counterparts, Ashura letting go of life after realising there would be no bringing Yasha back makes perfect rational sense to them. It was what Yasha intended to do in this world if there was no bringing back Ashura alive to themself.

Fai getting chills when TRC gets the resumed story of what went wrong in this world and it starts with Ashura going, my father Ashura-ou heard a profecy that I would... I don't think Fai says anything to them? But getting a conversation with Kurogane about the like good of it being the same Ashura-ou who raised him and fucked him up at the same time, and brought the destruction of Ceres by the end... Some startling parallels there, CLAMP did well in choosing the figure of Ashura-ou for Fai father. Didn't our Ashura also had a twin who was killed at birth or something? Or just the living half brother?

Maybe Fai does end up talking a bit with Ashura about the madness of Ashura-ou. And the fucked up thing about destinies and curses that others impose on you. And being saved by meeting their guys and a new family.... And then it gets melancholic and a but sad ;_;

But I belive that Yasha and Ashura are living incognito between humans, although without mingling much, so this visit from the TRC crew maybe makes them realise that although their lives are short, both of them deserve to care and be cared for their new friends and neighbors. Leave them in a better please than the desolation of, at least we both have each other for ever and ever of RG Veda ending, please. More like, without you by my side I wouldn't be able to enjoy life, but together we can be happy and meet new people and new places and help others.

Syaoran telling Sakura about this world, Kurogane and Fai meeting the true Yasha after his feather fake on Shura and realising how much was missing and not, and the measure of the love that's it's there across dimensions and lives for these disasters, Fai and Ashura awkwardly bonding, Syaoran realising this Ashura has never been a ruler of anyone and how that affects then, Yasha being a bit distant from these weirdos who galled through the sky until they sit talking and then warming up bc he's fond of their devotion and follow through, etc, etc.

Just. All these people meeting and being themselves, and the funny realization that Yasha and Ashura had been very powerful and/or gods the two times they've met, deciding the future of their worlds. That nobody is ever all gone.

Lovely lovely.

Of course I also want more Yasha/Ashura fic in general, but also more tsubasa proper crossovers with other clamp verses, or other canons in general so this scenario is like catnip for me, specially considering the arc of shara/shura which adds the extra knowledge for the TRC trio here.

#my thoughts #CLAMP #rg veda #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #trc #fai d. flourite #kurogane #o!syaoran #syaoran li #ashura #yasha #fanfic prompt #fanfiction

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cuddlytogas · 2 years

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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

tagged by @bookshelfdreams! <3 also not all characters I've created fanworks around, but what can you do

1. John Watson - A Study in Scarlet

I mean, yeah, technically he's my best and favourite boy in any iteration, but there's something particularly compelling and heart-melting about his first appearance. Injured and jaded, falling back on his pension and hotels, and then meeting this extraordinary man who seems to know everything and blushes at praise and whom Watson is desperate to figure out. "I have another set of vices when I'm well, but those are the principal ones at present." I would die for him.

2. Horatio - Hamlet

I'm such a sucker for an observer. Toby Schmitz once said that Horatio is a yes-man and not really important to the play, and now I can't watch Black Sails. Holding onto the prince and digging in his fingernails to try and keep him steady, and failing anyway, left to pick up the pieces and tell the tale, a vessel for grief. Jacob Warner was ROBBED by not being given his final speech.

3. Eowyn - The Lord of the Rings

What is there to say? A woman who grieves and fights and helps save the world, and then gets to heal afterwards.

4. Ed Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Speaking of healing: oh my god, please just this man rest... Born and raised in violence, a man in his forties just now being given the space to be soft and vulnerable and loved and happy... Please, I love him so much. He's been hurt so many times, and he just deserves to heal. <3

5. Greta Gill - A League of Their Own (2022)

still speaking of healing: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6. Jonathan Sims - The Magnus Archives

It was hard to choose for this show, but I am simply too much of a sucker for 'doomed from the start' characters (c.f. number 2 above...). He tried so hard, and he still ultimately failed. But my god, did he try.

7. Inspector Firstname Javert - Les Misérables

I am taking every single adaptation writer by the shoulders and rattling them. What about "mixed-race man raised in poverty and buying into the lie of law=religion=morality at the expense of his own humanity, convinced that he is always-already the Other, who is ultimately so shocked at an act of kindness and mercy that he rethinks his entire life and feels compelled to end it" made you decide to make him a one-track-mind villain? And how is Stars still the perfect song??

8. Sasha Racket - Rusty Quill Gaming

I almost went with Zolf on this one, but y'know what? Sasha........... just Sasha. Again with the "tried so hard" vibe. She went through so much shit and still came out shockingly kind-hearted under all that awkwardness, and she stood by her friends, and she deserved every mote of happiness and contentment that ever came to her. I would kill for her. [Grizzop voice] Please ask me to kill for her.

9. Dave Lister - Red Dwarf

You know what? You know what????? He's a gross little scumbag, and he's the last human being alive, and he's suffered so much at the hands of Sitcom Syndrome, but god, give him any chance to be remarkably kind and he will be. Man has had multiple chances to let Arnold Judas Motherfucking Rimmer die, and he still refuses to, because not even Rimmer deserves that shit. Radical empathy. Ratbag. The embodiment of existential depression. I love him.

10. Victoria Di Loredani - Zofloya; or, The Moor

Shoutout to THE blorbo from my thesis <33333 unhinged and obsessive queen of gaslighting her husband for disrespecting her and then immediately getting sick of him and falling in love with his brother, that brother's fiancee, AND his servant. teaming up with satan to destroy the family, I mean, she is truly everything to me uvu

gonna tag just @verecunda, because I am terribly lazy, but if you're looking for an excuse to indulge, take this as your excuse!!

#tag meme #thesis liveblogging #just for Her <3 #thanks for the tag!!

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Another Producers fic! Roger gets a surprise visit, but things aren’t what they seem.

Carmen Ghia flounced across the living room to answer the door after hearing the doorbell ring. A woman stood waiting. “Hello. I’m Marion DeBris. Roger’s mother. May i come in?” she asked. Carmen smiled. “Why yes, yes please,” he replied. When Roger entered the room wearing his dress, Marion’s eyes widened. She had never seen her son like this. And she didn’t expect it. She wasn’t too happy that he was gay. “Mommy! Oh mommy, i’ve missed you so much!” Roger cried, wrapping his arms around her. Marion didn’t recognise him at all. She had lost contact with her son when she found out about his sexuality, and now she was thinking this visit was a big mistake. Roger kissed her on the face. “How have you been? Are you well?” he asked, his eyes sparkling. “Um, yes. Well, i was until i came in here. Is it really true Roger? Are you really gay?” she asked. Roger sighed. “Yes. I’ve been gay for a long time now, mom. I was scared to tell you. But please understand that i’m still your son. I’ll always be your little boy,” he said, smiling. Marion looked at Carmen. “I’m guessing you both are living together,” she said. Roger moved close to Carmen. “Yes. We’re actually a couple,” he replied. Marion felt very uncomfortable. “A, a couple?” she stammered. “Yes. What’s the problem?” Carmen asked, furiously. Marion looked at Roger. “I heard you changed your middle name. You were born Roger Elliott DeBris. Now you prefer to be called Elizabeth?” she asked. “Yes mom. I had it changed once i came out of the closet. Please don’t think of this as sickening. It’s not. I love you and the family, but i love Carmen too. I love men. And i’m attracted to them. I can’t deny that. Carmen is part of my family now,” Roger said. “I’m sorry Roger, but i just cannot accept this. Not my own son. I can’t handle this. This isn’t how i raised you. I don’t know how it happened,” Marion replied. Roger’s eyes watered. “Please. I miss you. I need my mother. I haven’t seen you in years. I’m still your son no matter what sexuality i am. I love you,” he whimpered. Marion shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just not how things are meant to be. Goodbye, Roger,” she said. “You mean that’s it? You’re disowning me?” Roger asked, starting to cry. Marion said nothing, and walked to the door. Roger went after her, grabbing her arm. “Mommy! Please! Don’t leave me! I promise i’m still your little boy. I’ll do anything for you. Please stay please don’t leave,” he begged. Carmen felt terrible for Roger. “You haven’t even met my production team. Please stay. They really want to meet you,” Roger begged. “Let go of me. Don’t let those men anywhere near me. They’re sick. They’re just like you and that boyfriend of yours. That house is full of them. I’m leaving,” Marion said, and she stopped on the sidewalk preparing to get into a car. Roger collapsed on his knees, weeping. He pointed at her as he cried out. “If you really loved me you would accept me for who i am! You don’t care about me! You don’t love your son! How dare you! How dare you disown your own child! Come back here! Now! Meet my production team! Guys! Come say hello to my dear mother!” he screamed, making a scene in front of the whole street. “For god sake,” Marion said, embarrassed. This wasn’t her son. It wasn’t the same son she had raised. Not anymore. She got into the car, telling the driver to go and quick. By the time production team got downstairs, she had gone. They looked around confused. “Who did you say we had to meet?” asked Scott, flamboyantly. Roger was a bubbling mess on the sidewalk, watching the car drive away. Carmen shook his head, sadly.

During the night, Carmen heard a noise in the kitchen. He got up to investigate. Roger was in there, dressed in a pink apron and baking something. He giggled, manically. Carmen was concerned. Roger seemed to be losing his mind. He began piping icing on a cake rather hard, causing some of it to splatter on the walls. “Roger? What are you doing up so late? Come to bed,” Carmen said. “It’s my mother’s birthday tomorrow, so i’m baking her a very special treat!” Roger replied, in a manic squeal. “Roger, your chefs can do that for you. Come on. Let’s go to bed,” Carmen said, worried. Roger chuckled. “They say a way to a mother’s heart is through her stomach. I’m going to make her love me. This cake is full of love. She won’t stay mad at me for long once she tastes this cake. I’m going to throw her a big party!” he said, giggling. Carmen felt bad for Roger. He was trying to win his mother’s love so badly. He watched as Roger piped more icing on the cake and placed fruit on the top. “Tuity fruity!” Roger sang, laughing. He smiled at Carmen. “Let me finish this cake and i’ll come to bed, darling,” he replied. The next day, Marion made it clear that Roger wasn’t invited on her special day. But Roger had other ideas, of course. During the party, he burst through the door, holding the cake he had baked. “Happy birthday, mommy!” he exclaimed. Everyone was silent. “Wait a minute, this was your idea? You threw this party?” Marion asked. Roger chuckled. “Yes. And there’s another little surprise, too. Everyone at this party is gay. And you’re going to party with them!” he said. Marion was horrified. The production team swarmed like bees around her. She ran to the door, attempting to escape. Roger had dead bolted it. “I’m afraid escape is impossible, mother,” he said, changing his demeanour. “Why are you doing this!?” she cried. “Mother, i need you to realise that us gay guys, we aren’t a threat. We’re sassy, we’re classy, and we love to have fun,” Roger said, smiling. The production team chuckled, flamboyantly. Marion was terrified. There was nowhere to go. Roger clicked his fingers, and the lights went down. A spotlight shone on him. Scott giggled and began playing the piano while the rest of the team sat around Marion, smiling at her creepily. They performed keep it gay song while Roger danced around on the staircase. Towards the end of the song, Scott belted out a very long piano note which was so incredible even Roger’s eyes were widened. “Thank you, Scott. Very well done,” he said. “My pleasure Mr DeBris,” he said, giggling. Roger clapped his hands, happily. Marion was so worn out by now that she was in no mood for a party. “Happy birthday, mommy. Enjoy your cake,” Roger said, sweetly. Suddenly, Leo Bloom and Max Bialystock burst into the house. The production team gasped. “Oh! We’re being invaded!” Scott cried. “We’ve come to rescue Marion from all you psychos! Quick Marion! Run for it!” Max called. Roger burst out laughing. “You really think you can outwit me? Not a chance! As you can see, my mother is much too tired to escape. She prefers to stay here where i can see her. You’re too late,” he said. Marion had fainted from all that was going on. “Oh my god! What have you done to her?” Leo asked. Roger chuckled, then inhaled the air. “Mmmm. I smell that cologne on you again, Leo. No wait, it’s just the air freshener,” he said, sighing with pleasure. Carmen giggled. Max gently began to remove Marion from the house. “And where do you think you’re going?” Roger asked, coolly. Max quickly stopped in his tracks. “Nobody is going anywhere. This party is just getting started,” Roger said. “You’re holding us hostage!” Leo cried. “Yes i am. I’ve had enough. I run this place, i run this house, and soon i’ll run the entire show biz in this town. And if anyone wants to fight me on that, they can kiss my Chrysler building dressed ass!” Roger exclaimed. Carmen chuckled and jumped around with glee.

The hostages in the house sat there, silently. Roger sat on his lavish sofa, eating the cake. “Mmmmm. Chocolate buttercream. My favourite,” he gushed. He lay back on the sofa, exposing everything under his dress. Leo covered his eyes. “Oh Jesus,” Max said, looking away. Carmen sighed with pleasure at the sight of his underwear underneath. Roger smiled in response. “Darling, once i get you in bed this underwear is coming off,” he said. Both Leo and Max were disgusted. “Oooohh oh gosh,” Carmen said, looking as if he was about to collapse from pleasure. “You’re sick. All of you,” Marion said, angrily. Carmen whimpered with pleasure. “I can’t wait for the bed. Please let me get on that sofa with you,” he begged. Roger smiled, and motioned for him to come over to him with his fingers. Leo, Max and Marion looked away the whole time. Carmen snuggled between Roger, caressing him and rubbing his hands up underneath his dress. Roger moaned with pleasure, chuckling. “Ohhhh goodness me. Ohhh yum yum,” he gushed, lifting a blanket over himself and Carmen. All they could hear was giggling and moving around. “Ugh. I’m outta here. Come on. Now’s our chance,” Max said, leading them both out of the house. “Mr DeBris! They’re escaping!” Scott cried. Roger held up his hand as if to tell him to be quiet. “I’m a little busy at the moment. Just let them go. I’m enjoying this,” he said, giggling.

#the producers #fanfic

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