#then i was like in what au would he call her princess hmm

[wanderingpages]

peach!! can you write a car sex jurdan smut? it can be short but the concept is so sexy 😭 on my knees rn

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“You’re trouble,” Cardan had told me minutes prior, but he repeats it now, more wary than he had been when he said it by the bar. Maybe I had used him then, because it sounded like flirting to me and I so badly needed his help. It’s how I’d always gotten what I needed before. Maybe I thought he was no different, so I took him down to a hall no one ever used and pressed him up against the wall. I smiled at him, feeling shy from his attention but not wanting to admit it. My hands had wound around his neck, and his fingertips traced up my shoulder, guiding my hair to one side. He placed a kiss on my throat and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Then further up he trailed his soft lips and I gasped. I gripped at his hair to guide his lips to mine. He tasted heady and like the scotch I had given him. Cardan had cradled the back of my head, tilting me as he pressed his tongue into my mouth to open and deepen the kiss. He felt like mine, I felt a little guilty answering his question.

“Jude,” he had murmured against my skin, kissing a patch from my mouth to my throat, then his lips were by my ears and he asked, “What do you want from me, princess?” When I told him, he immediately fell back, only half in a daze but vehemently shaking his no – but I won in the end, because here we are, where I asked to be. I feel only a little remorseful and he’s telling me I’m trouble again.

I tilt my body, trying to get a closer look at the scene, but no matter how much I shift and turn, I can’t quite make out who my father is with, nor what he’s saying. My finger absently finds the buttons on the side of the car, but before I can lower the window, Cardan takes hold of my wrist. I’m already practically on top of him, my knees bracing against the console from the passenger’s side, and a hand planted firmly onto his lap. So it shouldn’t bother me when he pulls me closer, tightening his hold on me. Cardan’s warm fingers encircle my wrists, his thumb right where my veins sing.

I’m alive, he should note. I give him a look, eyes unable to stray too far from his still pink and swollen lips. I did that, I think to myself. I wonder how many other can say the same. And then I realize I don’t actually want to consider that at all. Cardan narrows his dark eyes at me, “Don’t even think about it, Jude.” My name on his tongue always felt like sin, but it’s when he teases me with my pseudo-reign that I feel like penance should only a breath away.

“But -” my mouth feels dry, searching for excuses but he shakes his head, halting my explanation.

“We’re not even supposed to be here,” he seethes, “and if you think we’re not being watched right now, you’re sorely mistaking.” I find myself pouting when he firmly guides me back into my seat, forcing me to gather the rest of my surroundings. We’re in a secluded area, backroads lined with trash bags and oily pathways between buildings. My father is currently having a “business meeting,” as he explained before abruptly leaving. I’ve only ever seen business meetings that take place between alleyways in movies that involve the mob.

When I tell Cardan this, pointedly looking at my father’s silhouette, he gives me a dry kind of look I choose to ignore. So long as he’s looking at me, I suppose. He was left in charge of watching over the club in Dad’s absence, but we both knew it just meant watching over me.  I was working the bar tonight, a job my father now is incredibly annoyed with, despite the fact it had been his suggested punishment for my overspending a bit.

“Just because there’s no limit does not mean you get to test that theory, Jude.” I roll my eyes now, because jokes on him; I'm a hit at parties now that I know to mix drinks and do little flairs that I’m quite proud of. I like to impress Cardan with them when he leaves Dad’s office and orders something boring on the rocks. I’m nearly positive that’s the charm that had him following me to that hall and led to him driving me right where we are currently parked.

“Haven’t you heard the saying? Curiosity killed the girl.”

“It does not go like that,” I tell Cardan, unamused.

I’m no idiot, I know Madoc’s club is only half of where our family income comes from, and the guests he entertains in the VIP section are never just guests. Business partners maybe, buyers or sellers, I could never tell. It was the same as usual until Dad had gotten a phone call in the middle of his hosting. It had seemed as if he had been waiting for the call all evening. However, him leaving abruptly made me too antsy to stand idle and make vodka cranberries all night. It always felt like the entire staff was in on a big secret I wasn’t apart of. It didn’t help that lately, Dad had been a little worn down, coming home tired or frustrated, answering calls curtly, stuck in his own head looking haggard. I’m allowed to worry.

“You didn’t,” Cardan says, pausing the sudden gnawing I’d been doing on my bottom lip, “by the way. Your bar tricks are not what got you into my car.” I guess he’s a mind reader now too.

“You’re telling me you weren’t impressed with my juggling?” I didn’t even break a bottle this time.

He sighs, “you probably could have just asked and I’d taken you.” I raise an eyebrow, not believing him since even with all my womanly whiles and eccentric charm, I still had to plead with him to get out here. The side of his lip tilts up in a smirk. “I just like watching you beg.” He shrugs, “So, you would have begged.” His warm voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Maybe I would have gotten you on your knees.” He could still get me on my knees if he asked nicely, but I don’t tell him that.  Cardan glances out the window, making a face at the two men. “There’s no point in being here if you can’t even hear what’s being said.”

I nod at this, finding my composure. “Exactly, Mr. Greenbriar.” I grin, “We should move closer.”

“No,” he tells me. He fumbles for the lock but my door is swung open before he manages to press the button. His eyes widen, “Jude,” he scowls quietly when I give him a triumphant grin. Without waiting, I duck for cover, sneaking up closer to the building. “Fuck me,” I hear Cardan moan. “Jude, you idiot,” he mutters, silently getting out of the car and following me. When he’s caught up, he pushes me behind him as we near the corner of the building. “You’re gonna get us both killed.”

“Are you not carrying?” I ask a bit startled. “Wait so that wasn’t a gun in your pocket? You really were excited to see me?” His hand comes over my mouth, and my eyes widen in shock, absolutely enthralled with the way he’s decided to manhandle me tonight. I’m always the one testing boundaries, so maybe my heart pounds a little faster at our proximity more than the shooters probably ready to gun us down – if Cardan is right about us being watched.

“Have you always been this bratty?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him instead of giving him an actual answer. He looks heavenwards before moving to stand behind me. One hand is now across my chest, the other still firmly over my mouth. I lick him but he doesn’t let off. “Of course, I’m armed, but I’m not Superman, princess. I don’t even think I have 15 rounds,” he says the last part more to himself, but that’s news to me anyways.

We lean closer to the alleyway, bracing our shoulders on to the bricks of the building. Whatever Dad and his friend are talking about is only slightly less muffled than before. Its longer than I expect to finally make out pretty keywords like “shipment” and “missing equipment,” and then something that has me ridged.

“You have three daughters don’t you, Madoc?”

“Don’t bring them into this,” Dad responds clearly. My heart beats even faster, I'm all too aware of Cardan’s palm searing hot against the unsteady thumping. He pulls me even tighter against him. Dad says, “I came in good faith to hear you out. You’re the one who lost my supplies.”

“You’re the one who lost two of my guys,” the other man counters, not really angry and seemingly uncaring for the men in question. He makes my skin crawl on sight alone.

“That’s not my -”

The other man holds up a finger, cutting my father off, offending me in the process. His phone had been ringing and Cardan stiffens, as the man answers, eyes still boring holes into my father. “Yes…really? Okay...” He hangs up and tilts his head, “Good faith? Someone’s tailing us.”

“I didn’t -” whatever my dad says, I don’t get to hear. Cardan is cursing, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me towards the car. It’s a struggle because my entire body wants to run to Dad, but the hold Cardan has on me is iron tight. A shot goes off and my body seizes. My eyes go so wide they hurt. I only wanted to know what Dad was hiding, wanted in on the big secret everyone knew but me – wanted some type of undeniable proof so he couldn’t brush this away, brush me away. More shots are fired and I’m too far to know who’s shooting at who.

Cardan pulls open the car door and shoves me in before rushing to the other side. I don’t even have my seatbelt on when he pulls out of the spot. I hear more bangs ricocheting and panic begins to set in, “Cardan! Dad -”

“He’s fine – Balekin wasn’t lying.”

“Balekin?”

Cardan doesn’t exactly answer me, but continues, “Madoc definitely brought back up. No good faith and all that.” He waves his hand and it freaks me out that both hands are not on the steering wheel. It also unnerves me that Cardan knows my Dad’s tells more than me. “We, on the other hand…” he trails off, shifting gears and stepping on the gas. My heart flies into my throat. I hurriedly manage to snap on the seatbelt, but even then, I don’t think that’ll protect me at all if Cardan decides to bend us into a tree or light pole or worse – another vehicle. “God,” he mutters, “you’re so reckless, Jude” he mumbles, “absolute fucking brat,” he continues. My cheeks flare pink but I hold my tongue, scared I might vomit if I talk. I grip at the leather seats so tight I feel my knuckles start to cramp. “And me – I follow you like a fucking dog.” Outside is a blur of lights and the night sky. I'm too scared to look at the speedometer but I know it’s beyond what the legal limit is. The one reprieve is that the road is clear for now.

“I think where in a fifty zone,” I finally manage in a squeak. Cardan side eyes me and I let out a yelp, “Oh my god, pay attention to the road!”

My hysterical tone eases him somehow, because he begins to relax. He eyes the rear view mirror and shrugs, taking a hand off the steering wheel again. My heart is beating so fast that my eyes seem to shake at every little pump. “We’re good,” he lets me know. He smirks at me and when I look sick at his lack of attention to the road, he tells me, “Crack the widow, let your hair down and all.” He does it for me with his free hand reaching to the top of my head, pulling at the clip securing my bun. It unravels just as the window slides down. Air gusts through my hair and stings my face.

My ears are filled with the rush of wind. “I…” My words are lost in the noise.

“It’s okay, princess, I’m a good driver,” he promises.

“What are you,” I manage, hoarse, “Dad’s getaway driver?” he shifts gears and I'm seeing double. Soon we’ll be doing donuts in the parking lot.

He shrugs, “When he needs me to be.” I remember what he said about curiosity killing the girl and that must explain the stroke I’m having. I feel like an idiot – a little girl trying to be much bigger than she is. What the hell would Dad even say if I go to him about tonight? He’d probably gaslight me. I shakily look back, wondering if we’re being followed. I calm when I see that its just us. “Do you trust me?”  

I nod my head and settle back into the seat. I try to get my mind off of this, thinking about our kiss from earlier instead. Had only an hour passed since then? I should apologize for leading him on only to get him here. Except I hadn’t really led him on. I’ve wanted Cardan since the moment Dad introduced us. I think him working directly under my father only fueled my desire more. It felt very taboo. However, those thoughts only race my pulse for a completely different reason. Slowly, I release my death grip on the seat and hold my hand out to Cardan. He raises a brow, but takes it anyway, letting me squeeze it tightly. “Yeah,” I whisper. I clear my throat, “I trust you.”

There’s a lot to take in, but I'm trying to stabilize my pulse instead. It’s like an onslaught of adrenaline wafting through me repeatedly and I can’t find a release. The car rolls to a stop just off the highway and into the cover of trees and shrubbery, This feels like an illegal spot to park, but what do I know? I watch in a stupor as the slim needle on the dashboard falls from somewhere in the hundreds down, down, down to 0. I find myself absolutely petrified but yet a giggle escapes me. Suddenly, I have this uncontrollable urge to laugh because if I don’t, I think I might cry.

“Are you okay?” Cardan reaches over and unclips my belt. He then brushes my hair back, forcing my gaze to his. He thumbs at my eyes, tearing up from the wind, and not at all because of the emotional turmoil I’m going through.

The rush that had been whipping past my ear had been halted so suddenly that my head begins to sway. I turn to look at him, uncaring for once how unput together I must look. “Dad…”

“He’s fine,” Cardan says again, sure of himself. “Are you?”

“Not dead,” I confirm, and he gives my hand a little squeeze. I give him a dazed look, and then, I smile softly at him. It must have been what he was waiting for. In one swift motion, Cardan tugs me over the console, guiding me to straddle is lap. My skirt hikes up and Cardan only pushes it up higher. There’s a pulse between my legs and when he pulls me down, his breath tickles my skin, filling me with heat all the way to the pit of my stomach.

“You’re okay,” he tells me quietly. “It’s okay, Jude.” I nod, placing my hands in his shoulder, fingers teasing at his dark curls. I stare at his neck, at the tendon there that I want to place my lip against. I bend down to do just that, letting his steady pulse beat against my skin. “Jude,” he murmurs, tilting his head to give me more access. When I press my lips on his skin, he sucks in a breath.

“I'm sorry,” I whisper, leaning up.

His hands run up my thighs, and if I had survived a shootout and a lone speed race, I don’t think I can survive Cardan and the way he looks at me right now. “For what?”

“Using you?”

Cardan chuckles, and reaches one hand up, working at the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, he pushes it off my shoulders, letting the material fall to the floor, all the while he’s admiring the swell of my breasts, contained only by sheer white lace. He looks up at me, gauging my come down from the adrenaline. I’m still utterly tweaked, and every touch of his is no help at all. My skin is on fire everywhere his fingertips touch. He teases a digit over my breast, up my neck and to my chin, pinching it between his fingers and pulling me forward. “I don’t think it counts,” he tells me. “I would have done this anyway,” he reminds me.

“Oh,” is all I can say.

His lips graze against mine and there’s a heat pooling between my legs. I shift, only to find him already hard and straining in his jeans. “Tell me to stop,” he mouths against me. I don’t. My eyes flutter and I hold on to him tighter. I pick at the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them until my cool hands can press firmly to his hard chest. His muscle seem to tighten when I graze them. Cardan holds my wrist gently this time, guiding it further down to his navel. “Come on princess, tell me this is a bad idea.” I stay silent. Even if it was a bad idea, I won’t let it stop. “Then open your mouth for me.”

My lips part for him and when our tongues meet, Cardan moans softly. He pulls me in closer, nipping at my bottom lip, sucking on it until my toes curl. His hand on my thigh slides over my ass and between my legs from behind. His fingers deftly rubbing at the already wet cotton and I gasp out, arching my neck, letting him trace his tongue down my skin. He pulls down a strap of my bra with his free hand, meeting my eyes and keeping my gaze as he lowers his head to kiss the tip of my breast. I inhale when his tongue laves my nipple, drawing it into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, finger rubbing over me just as soft. Then, he tugs my underwear to the side, now parting my pussy just as he begins to suck on me harder.

He makes a noise that vibrates against my skin. I hold his head against me, nearly close to weeping. His teeth graze my skin and I jump, hitting my head against the ceiling of the car. He pulls away from me, his lips obscenely wet and his eyes lidded. He reaches up, rubbing my head before feeling the side of his seat and pulling a lever to slowly recline the seat. “Sorry,” he says and I laugh, despite the ache in my breast and the throb in my pussy. I bite at my lip and undo his belt. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells me and my skin heats up. He pulls the other side of my bra down while I stroke his stiff cock. “Beautiful,” he repeats, I'm dripping between my thighs and his finger rubs me faster.

I go in for another kiss. Not short and sweet like I had been intending. This time Cardan kisses me rough and hard. There’s passion and ache between us. He reaches down to align the head of his cock where it needs to be. He rubs the tip between my slit with one hand, the other moves to come between us, rubbing soft circles into my clit. My knees strain on either side of him, and I let out a whimper when he teases the head shallowly. My hand finds his shoulders, and I cry out when he thrusts upwards, impaling me in one swift movement.

“Cardan!” My head falls forward, into his neck, and I try to muffle the cry into his skin. He gives me little time to adjust before he pulls out and slams back in. My muscles pulse when he pauses again, gripping him in spasms. He groans wrapping his arms around my back, moving me to his pace now, and I try to keep up with his steady pounding, but all I can find the energy to do is lay on top of him and take it as the length of him rubs every tender spot within me. I’m groaning and panting and he’s whispering my name.

“Jude…” my nipples feel so tender, brushing against his chest at every thrust, “God – you take me so good, don’t you?” I feel like I’m being spilt in two and its absolutely delicious. “Does that feel good, princess?”

“Yes,” I say, breathing hard. He thrusts into me harder, and harder and swear he’s rocking the car, but I want more of him, so much more. “Yes – Cardan…” my eyes get glassy, and I shut them tight, pressing my head onto his shoulder.  He slows down and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head back. The slower he moves the deeper he seems to go; the tip of his dick kissing at my womb. I whimper, fingers flexing against his skin

“Look at me,” he whispers, sweat sheening his body now, slick and warm. His eyes are wild and full of lust and I'm so gone for him, so absolutely gone for this man. “Tell me,” Cardan requests in a slur. “Say it again.”

“It feels… so good,” I manage, “ah… more,” I beg and he’s ramming into me now, so hard and rough and then I say, “faster… please…” and it’s so frantic that I grab on to the headrest, bracing myself so I could take everything he gives me. There’s a tight knot at the pit of my stomach, and my cunt is dripping onto him. My heart hasn’t calmed down since the first gunshot but I find that I don’t mind the intense thumping anymore; it makes me feel so alive instead of being on the verge of death.

“Come for me, baby,” Cardan orders. He fucks me so recklessly, and his shaft rubs against my throbbing clit at every deep stroke. I feel delirious, holding my breath and clenching my stomach.

“Ah,” I cry out, back arching. His hand in my hair loosens to roam down my body. “I…Oh,” I bite at my lips, feeling the start of an orgasm that wouldn’t quite come. “I don’t know if I…” my confession trails off as I fall back with his guidance, careful not to honk the horn. He slows down again, torturing me. His finger finds my hardened clit and I scream when he presses down on it.

“You can,” Cardan lets me know. “You will,” he promises, in a breath. “For me, just for me.” My hands are frantic, unsure of what to hold onto. He pulls them around his neck, bringing me over him again. “I can go as long as it takes, princess,” he says into my ear before he kisses me there, then lower until his teeth latches on to the curve of my neck, all while fucking me hard and deep and so dirty, driving into me with little mercy. I’ve forgotten my name, it must be Princess with how much he says it. But it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, just him being inside of me does.

He fucks me endlessly and I bite down on his neck, mirroring him, screaming when I come. It feels so intense, I see stars as I shudder uncontrollably.  Cardan cries out too, slamming into me one last time, his climax mixing with mine and it seems unending when I shudder again, tightening my thighs against his. I gasp again when my stomach clenches, “Cardan,” I whimper, slowly coming down.

Cardans hand brushes down my back, soothing me as we both try to catch our breaths. He gently lifts me up, letting his cock slip from me. Come drips out of me, pouring onto him but he doesn’t care and I don’t think I care either. He smooths my hair back and pulls me in for a kiss, soft and slow this time. He reaches between us, and my body jolts when he pets my pussy, rubbing at the soreness sure to come soon. When we pull away, I ask, “Where did that come from?”

“Long time in the making,” he grins wryly, “you already knew that though.” I roll my eyes but jump at the vibration in his pants. His phone was buzzing. He pauses his hand on me and reaches into his pocket awkwardly. It’s my dad’s name on the screen and my cheek runs from a soft blush to full on crimson. Cardan unlocks it and reads the message. He looks up at me warily. “He’s asking why you left early from the bar.”

“Tell him I went for a ride.” I grin.

Cardan fights a smile, muttering, “trouble,” like a praise as he begins to type.

[thelovelyruin]

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’re choso’s girl, and he makes sure to give you anything you want.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, love, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from primandonna by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

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Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world…

“Chosooooo…” 

“Yes, princess?” 

“I want it real bad!” 

“That one?” 

“Yeah, that one!” 

“No problem, baby.” 

When you and Choso originally came to the mall, it was to get a dress you saw in one of the catalogs that gets mailed to your place. You’d been excited all week, having to wait til the weekend to get it ‘cause that’s when it released. You were one of the first ones there, trying it on and walking out on the runway in the store. Choso was enamored with you, especially when you did poses at the end, obviously playing around, but nonetheless, he had it bagged for you and paid for by the time you got dressed again. Even though you knew he would get it for you, you were still really grateful, kissing him as he took the bag from the counter. 

You’d decided to wear a pink tracksuit combo that day, a cropped jacket and shirt, and lowrise pants to show off your belly button ring. You wore your hair up in a ponytail, a couple of strands let out, and a cute pair of earrings. Then there were your bangles, clinking against your wrist as you walked in your pink Amiri’s. You called it “athleisure but way cuter!” (not like you were actually going to the gym), but despite what you wore, Choso thought you looked damn good.

I can't help that I need it all!

You and Choso have been together for about three years; it was pretty much love at first sight, at least for him. When he’d first seen you, it was in a magazine feature their team had gotten, getting a couple of models to take pics on the cars; you’d worn this cute top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Yuuji had given the magazine to him at a meet since he hadn’t gone to the photoshoot himself. When he landed on the page with you on it, Yuuji said:

“Dude, she’s a babe. She’s done a couple of shoots, but this was the first for our team. Just had to pick her; I mean, just look at those-”

“Look at my what Yuuji?”

You were standing in front of them now, manicured finger bringing the page down to look them in the eyes. Yuuji choked on his spit as Choso got flustered seeing you in person for the first time. You’d look past them and at the car they were sitting on, a G80 M3 with a candy purple wrap.

“Ooooo! This is so cute! Who’s is it?”

Yuuji pointed at Choso, who awkwardly smiled and gave you a little wave. You walked over to him, arms crossed as you looked into his eyes. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, eyes landing back on your face as you smirked.

“And who are you?”

“Choso, nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is! Nice car, too bad I couldn’t shoot on it.”

You were a spicy one, but fuck, you were sexy.

“You can if you want to.”

You’d walked up to him, face inches from his as you looked up at him. Yuuji took that as his cue to leave, patting Choso’s hand as he walked off.

“Depends, do you want me to?”

“What I want is to take you out.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Let me pick you up on Friday.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it!”

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault!

You’d walked away from him, leaving him licking his lips as you left. He’d seen you around for the rest of the night, talking to a couple of the other girls, then taking turns with them to flag for the races. Before Choso left for the night, he’d looked for you, but you had already left. He sighed in defeat and walked back to his car, but before he got in, he caught something under his windshield wiper—a napkin with your lipstick print, and your phone number right above it.

Choso did take you out that Friday, picking you up and taking you out for dinner, a little bowling after. He’d fucked your brains out that night, and you two were pretty much inseparable since then. Before you came along, Choso won a few races a month, then bought a dealership; pretty well off but didn’t have a lot of things to spend it on. But you had plenty. After about three months, he’d moved you out of your place and into his apartment downtown, bringing your cat with you. He’d gotten you a C6 convertible, of course, gloss pink wrap with custom cheetah print seats, which you’d drive to and from Pilates and Starbucks, always coming home to kiss him as he spoke to the employees at the dealership. You’d cook him a nice dinner and snuggle up to him at night, a true love story.

Choso fucking loved you and, as a result, had a thing for praising you. Friends would say he kisses the ground you walk on, but he tells them no. He makes out with it. You were his and loved it, wearing a little silver chain with his name on it, him having a tattoo of your initials behind his ear. He’d send you on trips while he went out of state to race, often to fashion weeks, always coming back with quite the list. Like that time you’d come home from Milan, and you just had to have that sparkly Versace dress you saw.

Choso got you everything you wanted, no matter the cost or size. That is until now.

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe; you can count on me to misbehave!

“Baby, you already have that one.”

“Yeah, but not in pink! I got it last year in white before the new drop, so now I just have to have it!”

You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, which usually worked, but this time, he genuinely didn’t see a purpose in getting the same bag twice.

“It’s a no, princess. Sorry.”

Unfortunately for him, you were a fucking brat. Not that you couldn’t take no for an answer, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it. You’d walked off from him now, him tailing you to make sure you were okay. You’d walked into another store, real sweet to the attendant that walked up to help, but rolling your eyes at Choso as you looked through the racks.

“Princess…”

“Yes?”

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“Whatever do you mean? I’d like to try these on, please.”

Would you do anything for me?

With that, you walked away, the attendant opening the dressing room for you two as Choso sat the bags down. You’d put the dresses on the hangers as Choso took a seat on the bench in the room. Swiftly, you took off your jacket, hanging it on the door hook and taking off your pants, your shirt following. And what did you have on? One of those pretty lace sets he’d gotten you a month or so ago, a gift for your anniversary. You were wearing probably the only set he hasn’t fucked you in. You weren’t oblivious, taking extra time to get up from the floor while undressing. Choso felt pretty courageous, pulling you back into his lap as you gasped at the sudden motion. He spread your legs over his thighs, keeping your legs open as his hand walked itself down to your panties, which Choso rubbed through the fabric, making you squirm a bit. He brought his mouth to the side of your face, whispering in your ear as his other hand pinched your nipple through your bra.

“You’re pretty damn wet, princess. Want me to help you with that?”

“Mhm!”

“Gonna stop acting like a brat so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, please!”

“My pleasure.”

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Choso set you up on the bench as he sat on the floor, pulling your panties off and gently sitting them down next to you. You met his gaze as he spread your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs as you bit your lip in anticipation. He chuckled a bit as he kissed the outside of your lips, excited to taste that familiar sweetness he’d indulge in every day if he could. Teasing you, he licked lightly into your slit, tongue barely grazing your pussy as you sat there whimpering. He’d brought his face back up, signaling you to quiet down as he tasted you. You shut your mouth, groaning into your hand as he began eating your pussy. He’d make it quick today, on a time crunch, before the attendant returned to check on you. He’d brought his face deeper into you, fucking his tongue into you as you gripped his hair. He’d heard you moaning his name into your hand, smiling into your pussy as you closed your eyes to center yourself from all the pleasure. With that, he decided to mess with you a bit. He took his tongue off you, replacing it with his fingers, you groaning from the lack and returning pleasure. 

I know I've got a big ego; I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!

“Move your hand.”

Hesitantly, you moved it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as his thumb rubbed your clit, the others pumping inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. How ya feelin’ baby?”

“So good, Choso…”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you here?”

“Yessss…”

His fingers had found that sweet spot inside you, throwing your head back as your body arched forward.

“God, you’re so fuckin beautiful, you know that?”

“So sexy, even when you’re pissed at me.”

“Look at you, lookin’ pretty as you fuck my fingers.”

All the praise was driving you mad. You brought your hand to your mouth, bracing yourself for the impending orgasm. Instead, choso brought his hand up to your mouth, pulling his body upward to kiss the side of your face as he pumped relentlessly inside of you, feeling you almost screaming his name into his hand.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that? Let me see that pretty face. Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you lost it, body jerking onto his fingers as you moaned his name over and over into his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feeling you groan into his mouth as you came down. He kissed his way back down, putting your panties back on as you sat there panting, recovering from your high. Smiling, he brought his lips to your again, pulling away to get a good look at you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess.”

Choso wiped your juices off his face, watching you fix your lipgloss. Damn, you were-

“Ma’am, you okay in there?”

When you give, I want more, more, more! 

You opened the door, body adorned with one of the dresses you picked out, as you stepped out and did a spin.

“Do I look good in this dress?”

“Beautiful, ma’am!”

“Great, I’ll take it!”

After you got dressed and the attendant checked you out, she gave a wave and smile to both of you as you left the store. You held tight onto Choso’s arm, smiling up at him as he guided you towards the mall parking lot. He’d opened the car door for you, sitting you inside as he put the bags in the backseat. Starting the car, he looked over at you.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

“Actually, can we get ice cream first?”

I wanna be adored!

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it, not because I'm really that deserving of it!

Choso always went all out for your birthday, going above and beyond to make your day special. He’d started the morning by getting a private chef to come up to the apartment to make you breakfast. Before that could happen, though, he was having trouble getting you out the bed, especially with how you’d woke him up.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna fuck you, can we?”

Usually, he’d be more than happy to feel your pussy first thing in the morning, but you two had overslept (or, as you called it, beauty sleep), and the chef was gonna be there in the next 45 minutes, which you’d take the whole time to get ready.

“Want to, baby, promise, but your first surprise is about to get here soon; go start getting ready.”

When you’d heard surprise, you’d pretty much forgotten about morning sex, instantly hopping out the bed to start getting ready. You were so excited for your birthday that you got your hair curled the day before, lashes too; they were the finishing touch after you’d done your makeup. You decided on a cute pink tennis dress to match your pink Dolce sneakers, holding off on dressing up until later this evening. With a couple of sprays of perfume and a little gloss, you were ready just in time for the chef.

When you were done eating, you looked up to Choso, waiting to see what came next. He gave you a kiss and a smile, walking you to the living room, a bunch of boxes wrapped in pink paper on the middle of the floor. You squealed as you ran and sat down, waiting for him to come over.

“Oh, baby, you’re too sweet!”

“No problem, princess.”

You went through your gifts: a couple of pairs of heels he’d seen you looking at on Pinterest, one of those new hairdryers you saw on TikTok, jewelry, lingerie, the usual stuff. You’d give him a kiss between every present; lips probably had more gloss than yours did at this point. Some of the stuff you’d try on and walk around in like you were modeling, like the Chanel sunnies he’d gotten you. It always made him so happy; he could tell you loved every single one. You’d always take care of anything he’d gotten you, everything down to the first thing he’d gotten you, a sterling anklet you’d found online. After two years time, the chain snapped, and you had quite the fit. You’d been sad for days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix it, but he’d been there for you to reassure you that even though it broke, his love for you wouldn’t.

As you closed the final box, you wrapped him in your arms and kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle as he almost fell over.

“Got one more thing for you, baby.”

Choso walked to the room, returning with a box with a big bow on the top. You looked at him skeptically, intrigued that this gift had been separated from the others. Still, you took it as he handed it to you, setting it on the couch next to him as you opened it. There was a layer of paper on it, followed by a simple dust bag, presumably to hide what was underneath it. Before you opened it, you looked up at him; he nodded to you to finish unboxing it. You slowly opened the dust bag, pulling-

“BABY, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

Choso had gotten you the pink version of the Vivienne Westwood bag you’d seen at the mall! You pounced at him as he smiled and braced himself for impact.

“You like it, baby?”

“I like it? I like it? I LOVE IT!”

Going up, going down, down, down!

You’d put your lips on his now as he brought a hand around you to sit the bag down gently. You completely straddled him, body pressing to his as you made out with him. He’d brought his hands to your ass, bringing your hips closer to him as you kissed him deeper. You’d pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting your lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Wanna show you how grateful I am.”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?”

“You're gonna take me back to the room so I can-”

Choso cut you off, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully slapped his back, him slapping your ass next to his head. When he got you to the room, he laid you down quickly, taking off your sneakers and outfit; hate to mess up such a cute dress with cum stains, ya know? He’d removed his clothes, lifting your body to sit on the bed so you rested your head on the pillows.

Anything for the crown, crown, crown!

Choso brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly and then rushing down to your tits, making you laugh. He’d wrapped his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, tickling you slightly. 

“You like that, baby?

“Hmm, maybe…I think your lips would feel wayyy better somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah? Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”

He brought his body down in between your thighs, in one motion, bringing your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open for him. You whimpered when his tongue found your pussy, holding your legs firm as he fucked his tongue into you. Choso was having a lot of fun, seeing you squirm in the position you were in as he all but devoured your pussy. He let all of your juices spread his face, anything to taste more and more of you. When he started sucking your clit? You went nuts. You moaned his name over and over, gripping the shits as you were able to be as loud as you wanted. You felt that fire growing inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit, tongue sinking further and further, exploring you as you fell out above him.

“Baby…”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Baby, fuck, I-”

You came for him, closing your thighs out of reflex, nearly suffocating him. He brought his face up, letting your legs down, smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. Choso was pretty damn cocky. He knew that his tongue sent you flying, having to center yourself as you came down. He brought his body over yours, kissing the side of your face as you came to.

“You okay, princess?”

When the lights dim down, down, down, I spin around!

In one fall swoop, you flipped Choso over, straddling his waist as you brought yourself down on his dick. He was gone, shocked at how fast you’d maneuvered but also from how fucking good you felt. He brought his hands to your hips, fixing his legs so he could fuck into you. You were on top of the world, literally. He was thrusting into you rapidly, one hand on your tit, the other holding your ass as he slammed you down on his dick. Fuck, you two were in love. Bodies sweating against each other, both getting turned on by the other's face, flustered and fucked out as you brought your bodies against each other. You’d shifted your hips slightly so he could fuck into you at that angle that made you scream his name.

“Princess, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Choso, fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe…

He was hellbent on making you cum on top of him; he could make you cum in missionary or doggy style later, but right now? He couldn’t get enough of your face, lips quivering and eyes forced shut as you tried to hold on to any sort of balance you had.

“Princess..”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked in his eyes, knowing at that point you were about to cum. You were completely self-indulgent, and Choso loved it; you’d brought your body forward, resting on your hands on either side of his head as he fucked into you. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either with your face as close to his, getting a front-row view of your reactions to how good he was fucking you. He’d gripped your ass as leverage to slam you down harder, slapping the skin there every time you said his name. When your arms started to shake, he knew you were about to cum, so, like a good boyfriend, he talked you through it.

“Look how pretty you are, fuck I love you.”

“Gonna give you the world, baby.”

“You’re mine, yeah? Cum for me, then baby, give it to me.”

You lost it right then and there, arms collapsing and body laying down on his as you came hard all over him. God, you were an angel. Whimpering for him as you milked his dick, pussy spasming around his shaft. Choso came at that point, holding your hips against his as he filled you up, groaning as he sat his face into your shoulder. Panting, he brought you into a hug as he fucked you through your orgasm, smiling as you moaned his name softly.

You can count on me to misbehave!

Choso felt a little bad for fucking you so hard, your curls had fallen a bit, and your mascara had smudged a bit when you came. You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know to pull you off and lay you down. You turned your body towards him, running your hands through his hair. He swore at this moment he could marry you; watch you walk around with his ring on your finger, but right now? He was a little too fucked out to think about it clearly.

“How was it princess?”

“So good!”

He smiled and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom to get washed up. Looking at his watch, it was 10:45. Depending on how long you took to ready again, you guys could make the lunch reservations.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“So, there was this LC500 i was looking at…”

“It’s yours.”

Primadonna girl!

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A Whole New World II

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of death of parents. Probably loads of grammatical errors, I'm sorry.

Notes: Once again, Abu is Max Fewtrell because I can. Don't laugh at where Lando is from and I hope you enjoy the 2nd (and last part) of the Lando Aladdin AU.

Summary: Magic, deception and a surprising coveted lamp. What else is next for the pair of budding lovers?

Word Count: 6.6K

Part 1

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The next time Lando sees the light of day is when the bag covering his face is finally pulled off. Despite his inner worry, he doesn't show any panic as it wouldn't change his predicament whatsoever. As he looks around he sees that he is further than he has ever been before. Further than the outskirts of the city. For the first time ever, he can't think of what to do. "Where am I?" The man sitting to his left doesn't even look at Lando as he responds. "In a world of trouble boy." The man, dressed head to toe in rich silks and robes all black and red, continues to stare at the horizon.

"Is this about the bracelet? Because I can assure you that I wasn't the one that stole it. The handmaiden-" "What would a handmaiden be doing with the queen's bracelet? Hmm?" Lando's brows furrow in confusion. "The queen's bracelet? But she said it was her-" Lando trails off in uncertainty towards the end. "Mother's? Hm, at least she told the truth there." Lando looks away and tried to make sure the conclusion he had just jumped to was correct. "Hold on. Are you saying that the handmaiden was really the princess?"

The man dressed in black continues to stare out into the distance. "Wait... I was talking to the frea-" "She was playing with you. It brings her much joy to toy with commoners." The emphasis on the last word makes Lando even more embarrassed. He pulls out your hairclip from his pocket as a means to stabilise his mind. "Did you really think she liked you?" Lando places the hairclip in his pocket once more. "What do they call you" He has nothing to lose so Lando tells the regal man his name. "Well, Lando. People like us are required to be realistic-" Lando huffs out a laugh. "People like us? Mat-" "I was once like you, a common thief." The younger one to his left holds your hairclip on his finger.

His eyes widen. How did he manage that? Even Lando hadn't seen that happen. Lando took the hairclip from the man's hand as he continued. "Yet I thought bigger. What good is stealing bread on the street when you can steal a whole kingdom? Only the weak halt there. You're either the most powerful man in the room, or you're nothing. You stumbled across an opportunity." This causes Lando to raise an eyebrow. "I can make you rich. Rich enough to impress... let's say a princess." Lando's expression softens at the thought. "But everything comes with a price." Lando looks down at your hairclip in longing.

"What's the price?" Jafar begins to explain about a cave not too far away with an old, abandoned oil lamp. All Lando has to do was retrieve it and he would be paid. Handsomely.

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You stare up at the light peeking through the branches as a voice approaches you from behind. "Are you still waiting?" "No, I-" You look down as if you've been caught. "I just wanted some fresh air. That's all." Dalia casts you a look of sympathy and wishes goodnight to you and says "You know where to find me if you need anything." You bid her a good evening and stare up into the night sky. Only the breeze bears witness to you as it carries your words of "He promised..."

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The splendour of the glowing mouth of the cave was the least of Lando's concerns. His mind rung with Jafar's warnings. "Do not touch anything aside from the lamp." He didn't even notice when the stairs ceased to exist and just became a fall. Well he did notice as he falls to the ground.

Lando has no idea what to do. Yes he was well versed in thieving but that didn't mean he had any idea how to even begin to navigate this dimly lit cave. Lando stands up and dusts himself off to the  best of his ability but it's pretty futile. The walls are caked in dust clearly from many years of build up. Max squeaks as he jumps from Landos shoulder and he turns to the monkey and points "Don't you dare touch anything. You hear me?" Max turns away and begins to try and find the lamp when Lando calls out his name. "Max. This is serious. You can not touch anything. OK?" The monkey huffs in repsonce but that's all that Lando needs before he starts to follow his oldest friend.

As Jafar had explained, he really would be tempted. There are jewels draped on every corner, coins on every ledge of the cave. Everywhere he looks there is a collection of riches. He looks down to the green necklace that had caught a small amount of light only to feel drawn to it. He goes out to touch it and his fingertips don't even get the chance to graze it before he feels the small slap of a monkey. He turns, shocked to look at Max when his almost trance is broken and he shakes his head at his own foolishness.

He walks futher when he finally caches sight of it. The glowing lamp lit by the bright moonlight. It was elevated slightly on a tall, protruding rock. Ut truly looked magical. He continues to stare at it whilst walking forward when before realising it, he feels himself sway slightly before he falls over his own feet and plummets towards the ground headfirst. But instead of meeting the hard, cold tone floor, the blow is cushioned by a carpet?

He quickly sits up and looks at the rug. The... moving rug. This can't be real. Lando can't believe it. The carpet appears to sit up trailhead and uses one if it's tufted corners to almost point to its behind. The carpet does it again but a lot more vigorously this time when La do finally realises what is happening. A large rock lies on top of the carpet, compressing it and refusing to let the carpet escape. Lando let's out an amused huff of air air the situation. A magic carpet... they really exist. He sticks his hand out at the only humanoid piece of decoration and introduces himself. "Hello carpet. Let's have a look at what we can do for you then."

Lando stands up as the carpet brushes one of its hand like tufts over Max's face in greeting. Lando grabs the rock and tries to lift it. He squats and lifts from the knees. Despite his straining, the carpet shoots out and Lando quickly drops the heavy stone. The carpet darts around the cave and he's never seen an inanimate object look that overjoyed. It draws back to Lando and puts its two top corners on Lando's shoulders almost as a thanks. This causes Lando to laugh. "Hey, don't mention it mate."

With the newfound ego boost (from his surprising strength from saving the poor carpet) and another reminder to the guilty looking monkey to not touch anything, Lando begins his trek to the Lamp once again. This time he is a lot more cautious with his footwork. This should be easy, just like moving around the market centre he tells himself and by the time he has somehow managed to stand before the lamp unscathed, he stressed at it with a look of concern.

Lando contemplates how to approach this theft. Does he pull an Indiana Jones and try and replace it. No it's too late for that and he can't afford to touch anything else. As Lando eventually decides to just grab it and get it over and done with, he fails to notice the monkey a small bit away being enchanted by a giant sapphire. Max goes out to reach the gem and as Lando grabs the lamp, Max clutches the precious stone to his chest. Nothing happened. The curly haired man breathes a sigh of relief when he realised that his job was nearly done now.

Suddenly, a booming roar comes from the cave. Lando whips his head around and sees Max, enthralled with the gem in his hands. "Max! No!!! What have you done?!"

The lion begins to boom out the words "You have stolen the forbidden treasure. Now you will never see the light of day again!" The cave walls appear to crumble around Lando and he scrambles down the makeshift stairs that he climbed to get to the lamp. The debris begins to block of whole sections of the floor, ruining and hope Lando has of escaping. He perseveres though, maybe he can figure something out. He runs and jumps onto another ledge. The feels the ledge cracking and so he looks around. Nothing else. He has to try something. He leaps from the ledge rhe moment before it too falls down as he shouts for help. "Carpet." By the time he finishes shouting, he is already in the warm embrace if the magical rug like thing.

The carpet flies with both Max and Lando, clearly being more then familiar with each nook and cranny of the cave. The carpet drops the two by just below the mouth if the cave (figuratively and literally) and when Lando looks up, he sees the dark eyes of Jafar. "Please give me your hand." Jafar snips back at him "First the lamp." Lando can't find room in him to argue before he clutches his side and passes the lamp to the man above him. The parrot on Jafar's shoulder squawks about something to do with no longer being second when Jafar turns to him and smirks. "How about my foot instead. Jafar then stops his foot onto Landos gripping fingers before Max leaps from Lando's back onto the richly dressed man. However it's no use as Lando is already falling once more. Fortunately, the carpet is there to ctach him once mire (after escaping drom under yet another rock) and this time manages to safely deliver Lando to the now stable ground.

"Thanks carpet." Lando says between university breaths. His attention is then drawn to Max as the monkey conjures ...the lamp? "What? Max... how on Earthdid you?" Lando then smiles a toothy grin "You clever little monkey." He stands up and looks at the now closed exit. "Now all we need is a way out... Hey carpet?" He turns to said object. "Do you know a way out if here?" The carpet points to the lamp and Lando looks down at his hands in confusion. "Huh?" He blows on the lamp to get a better look at it before rubbing away more of the dust.

That's when Lando sees a puff of smoke come out of the spout of the lamp. "What the-" He doenst even have time to finish his sentence when the cloud expands and rises, glowing and sparking in all directions. "Ten thousand years!" A bellowing voice fills Lando's ears. "Will give you such a crick in the neck."  From the clouds walks a humanoid thing but with blue skin and no legs. It continues. "And boy does it feel good to be out of there." The genie (that is what Lando had come to assume it is with all of its magic) turns to Lando and is suddenly dressed like a 1970s game show host. "It's great to be back ladies and gentleman. Hi what's your name." Lando stutters slightly before awnsering the mythical being. "Lando." "Great to have you on the show Lando. Can we call you Lan or maybe just Do?" "I must have hit my head harder then I thought" Lando chuckles to himself. The genie then turns to greet the carpet and as the two interact like two old friends, Lando tries to comprehend what just happened. As the genie begins to speak to the carpet about how Lando is smaller than his last master, his brain catches up to him. "Wait mate? Master?" The still animated stuff looking being once more faces him as he says. "Yes siree. You have some wishes. Three wishes to be exact." As the genie begins to list all the rules and regulations, Lando only feels himself grow more and more confused.

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You hear the commotion outside. How could you not? But you don't bother to look outside, still nursing your disappointment from yesterday. However when Dalia comes into your room saying that yoir father is getting ready to welcome another prince, you are both confused and intrigued. You freshen up slightly and as you lower the main staircase and listen to your father's greetings you finally look at the visitor. Due to his distance, you can't make out any of his features but when he awkwardly introduces himself, you can't help but feel a pang of familiarity.

Before you can think on it much longer, Jafr cuts in. "I am afraid I am unfamiliar with your kingdom. Quadranta did you say it was?" The prince glances what looks from afar like nervously towards the man to his side (you assume his second in command). The two then try and explain their situation but as the Prince says "It's North." The right hand man says "It's South." If not confused, you would have laughed at their obsurdity. "We have a North and a South." The prince's words make you raise an eyebrow but you know better than to question his words.

"Right! Umm... we have things. Gifts!" Once more he turns to the man at his side and you get progressively more confused at this surreal interaction. The purple dresses man next to the prince claps, making you jump whilst also making the doors open. Hm that's odd... he lists off all of the gifts he has brought and and look at him once more with confusion. What is his game? He continued his spluttering and you continue to be amused at the scene. "And we have that!" He points to a hidden object under a cloth. "Hidden for suspence." One of his maids pulls the cover away and you cant help but wonder aloud. "That's... a wheel?" What's so special about it?

He smiles almost uncertainly. "It's uh. Very expensive." You turn to look at him once more. "And what do you hope to but with this expensive..." "You" He happing exclaims. This causes everyone around you to gaps and whitely murmer. Clearly realising how that came across, his eyes widen. "No! No, no, no, no. I didn't mean- A moment with you"." You find yourself biting your tongue in frustration. "Are yous uggesing that I am for sale?" He stares at you (almost tenderly?) "Of course.......not!" The pause once again causes gasps to erupt.

"No! Of course not." You look down "wow. Please excuse me, I need to go and... find some bread." Dalia then turns to look at him. "For the jams you spoke much of. You did great." The water in her voice however tells a different story. "That's not- what I meant." Your father tries tries dissolve the tension still palleable in the room. "You will get a glance to speak again... at dinner. We hope you can join us tonight for our harvest celebration your highness" Lando bows awkwardly as your father turns away, shaking his head. "Of course your serene self. We will join you."

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As evening approaches, you find a nice dress for the celebration tonight. You spend the first part if the evening stood out of the way with Dalia, surveying your surroundings when Prince Anders approaches you. "Oh princess Y/N!" He happily exclaims. "Oh prince Anders... you're still here?" You keep the awkward convearyion going until he gets swept up in aconbeartion with another foreign ruler. Your eyes continue to sweep around the room. "Oh look, another prince only interested in my father." Dalia continues to look when she spots a group of men in the opposite corner. "What about that one. He might be different.... and he has a really attractive friend, please make it work." You smile at her antics. "And what about the prince from earlier?" "Aw. Look at him, he's trying so hard." You hum in agreement. "Exactly the problem."

Dalia looks to your side. "Oh. He's here. Act natural." The prince looks at you. "I am so sorry about the jams and the jewels" Your eyes scan his face. And no... he can't be! "And... and the buying you? Uhm that wasn't me. It was me! I don't have like an evil twin or anything But I uhm-" At the distant sound of applause, he scrambles to continue the conversation  but you ebat him to it. "Dance? I'd love nothing more."

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After what started as a very nice dance but what turned into a showy display, you find yourself fleeing the crowded ballroom.

When you and Dalia have been left alone in your room for a short while, you dudenely hear a loud knock. You see Falia conversing with... the Prince's right hand man from earlier? Strange... She then shuts the door and does a very happy celebration routine and you can help but revel in her much deserved joy. She opens the door and steps back a monet later with a bouquet of flowers in her hand, how sweet. You overhear the man asking asking on a date and when she closes the floor once again and throws the flowers to you to keep safe, you loudly mouth "go!" to her...

Then for the second time this evening, you hear a knock. "Come in." You call to the visor. "I'm actually already in. " You then to the man on your balcony. "Don't move." You hold your hand out as a warning when you hear the distant growls of Raja. The tiger quickly rises. "I just came back to-" "How did you manage to get there? Hm?" He casts you a confused look as if you'd aid him on what to say. "Magic carpet?" You scoff at his obviously unrealistic words. "I'm actualy glad you're here." "You are?" You turn away from the man and back to the table. "Mhm. I've been trying to find Quadranta. Yet I can't seme to find it on any map. Care to show me?" The prince looks almost terrified so he awnsers. "I'd love to!" You berate you tiger as he goes to approach the Prince (who is making your head run wild with so many theories and questions).

He walks up to you and gives you almost an uneasy smile. He gently takes the map from your hands and you see his eyes begin to scan the map. He continues to look at it a bit too long for your tastes and so you interject "Anything wrong your highness?" "Uhm..no. and Quadrantia is here!" He points to a random point in the map and you fully expect to see nothing at all luke the many times you've checked. Yet to your surprise, there is a place called Quadrantia lying under his finger.

You look at him in confusion and slight awe "How did you... I've looked at these maps hundreds of times and never seen that." He grins at you "You mustn't have looked hard enough." "That's impossible, I've spent hours pouring over these maps." You look down in slight embarrassment. The prince, clearly sensing your sorrow approaches you.

"How would you like to go on a walk." You smile slightly but turn to him and give him a sympathetic glance. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the Palace." "No one has to know..." You smile at his insistand but stand up straight "It's impossible, there are guards overseeing every door. We wouldn't wouldn't able to leave." He smirks at your words "Who said anything about using the door?" You cast him a questioning glance and gesture for him to elaborate. He runs to the balcony as you ask "Oh and how are we meant to leave from there?"

He jumps onto the railing, "Magic carpet of course." He steps back, free falling into the open air and you feel your heart drop. That is until you see him float back up, baing held by.... Oh wow. A 'magic' carpet. He holds out his hand, "Will you accompany me your highness?" You smile at his words and hesitantly grab his hand. "And you're sure rhis is safe?" He nods and begins to look more serious. "His words make something in your stomach flutter and with that, the two of you fly away from the palace.

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After what could only be described as a truly magnificent evening, the prince flew the both of you back to your home. However, rather than flying back to your balcony, he flew above the palace and landed on the roof. "Come on, I want to show you something." He jumps down and once more holds his hand out for you to take. You step down and sit on the roof next to him, eagerly awaiting what he wanted you to see. Before you can spend much longer looking at his gorgeous (and only familiar side profile?) The sky lights up in gorgeous hues of purple and blue.

You stare at the sky in awe. You sit like that for a few minutes and continue to stare at the giant display. "I've never seen it like this." Lando let's out a hum and at his lack of awnser you tuen to look at him, only go find his eyes already fixed on you. You send him a soft smile and continue to scan his features. He can't help feel a hint of nervousness of you possibly discovering his identity depiste the genies hexes but when you look back at the fireworks, he calms down."Sometime all it takes is a different perspective. To see the beauty if things." He stands up. "And other times, the beauty is always painstakingly obvious." You blush at his extremely subtle innuendo, not wanting to jump to selfish conclusions (despite them being right).

"I should get back..." "Then let me escort you your highness" You giggle at his overexadurated bow. "Oh yes kind sir we must!" The carpet takes off as the two of you let your laughter float way in the breeze. When he reaches your balcony once more, he helps you down safely and you turn to look at him. As you stare into each others eyes, neither of you notice the carpet tripping Lando up and so he stubles forward to be mere inches in front of your face. You can't help but feel a pull towards him and so it feels ever so natural when your lips brush his soft ones.

The kiss is only fleeting but it has your head spinning and your body aching for more. "Goodnight princess" He whispers to your lips and with one more fleeting glance, he's gone.

You walk into your room, fall onto your bed and just smile at the ceiling.

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On the other side of the palace, Lando easily slides of the magic carpet and lies next to the genie. "So wonder boy, how was it?" Lando sighs dreamily "It was wonderful

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"I've never felt anything like it. He was just so wonderful." You gush to Dalia "It was was like a whole new world that I've never experienced."

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"But I- uh thought she wouldn't be able to recognise me?" Genie turns to look at him and shakes his head. "Kid I told ya' that I could try and spell everyone to forget but that doesn't mean it stops your personality shining through." Lando grins at the blue man at his side. "But uh- how long before you tell her the truth?" "Practicly I already told her a truth. I told her that I qas the prince and pretended to be a "street rat" to get a good luck at the kingdom." Genie's draw dropped almost comicly "And she believed you?"

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"And you believed him?" You glanced at Dalia. "Well yeah." She sighs. "And that has nothing to do with the fact that you wanted to believe him" "I don't know wha-" You tilts her head disapprovingly at you. "You and I both know that you have to marry a prince not a stretch thief. If he is a prince than you'll finally be able to marry him no questions asked." You sigh and look up at the ceiling, defeated.

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The last thing you expected to hear when you woke up was that the prince had left the palace. You couldn't look your father in the eyes after he broke the news and quickly retreated to your room after he broke the news.

When you later return to the throne room however, you see Jafar sat on the steps, commanding attention. You stand next to the left of your father with Dalia to your side. "Jafar" your father adresses the man in front of you. "You should have left this kingdom when you had the chance." Iago, the parrot on Jafar's shoulder squacks at your father's words and Jafar stares at your father "Why would I leave when this kindogom belongs to me now?" Your group (consisting of your father, some guards, you, Dalia and Rajah) then traverses forward. "It's over Jafar." Jafar now begins to stand up and walk down the stairs "I am growing tired of your incompetence." He then rubs the lamp and before your eyes, a giant blue cloud appears from the spout of the lamp.

Suddenly a giant floating blue man (can you even call him that) Appears. Before you have any time to think about the thing before you Jafar shouts "Genie! For my first wish, I wish to be Sultan of this kingdom." You send your father a shocked and confused look and he even mumbles a quiet "What?" Before the blue man (Genie you suppose) responds. "As you wish master." You look up and mumble your protests "No..." The genie begins to swirl his hands. Yet another blue cloud surrounds his hands and suddenly Jafar begins to glow a similar shad of blue. He then emerges from the cloud of smoke adorned in a new outfit of blacks and reds but this time with many gold riches. Behind him the throne has also changed. Gone is the humble, quaint seat of your father and in its place is a giant, regal seat lines with purples and reds even with a golden 'J' at the top.

Jafar tries to command power from the guards, leaving everyone very confused as to where loyalties lie- especially when the guards make no move to support Jafar. He then begins to walk up to your father's (or maybe his now) star guard. "Hakim, I had such good plans for you. But now, you are of no use to me. Maybe your men would like to follow you to the dungeon?" Said guard sneers at Jafar goes to pull out his sword when suddenly, he along with all the other guards are transported to the cells below the palace. Rajah goes to jump out at the new ruler when Jafar slams his staff and does the same thing to your tiger as he did to the guards.

You don't don't notice Lando jumping to garb the exposed lamp sitting on the throne but you certainly hear Iago's squawk of "The prince" Everyone in the room turns to look at Lando as Jafar adresses him. "If it isn't our prince of Quadrantia" You step forward and go to say his the prince's name before Jafar speaks over you "Or should I say..." Jafar once again stomps his staff on the ground as Lando falls and his royal robes turn into the aged clothes you saw him in when you first met. You gasp at the man, truth finally being revealed. "Lando" Jafar finishes his sentence and you cant take your eyes off of Lando and his almost sorrowful expression.

"Lando" You breathe out. "He's been pretending this whole time. An imposter. There is no Prince of Quadrantia." Lando glances up at you sadly and you can't help but be at a loss for words as you try and take in the information that you had only theorised. "There never was. He's nothing but a lying thief." You uncinsiously shake your head at his words. Lando can't can't meet your eyes as he apologises. "You're insignificant. An irritation that I no longer need to tolerate once your agonising death is assured. By banishing you to the ends of the Earth" The monkey at Lando's side whimpers at the new sultan's words. Jafar's staff hardly meets the ground before Lando is being engulfed in a load of smoke and was that snow? Lando begins to groan in pain slightly from being restrained by Jafar's power as you feel your throat become raw as you reach out to him "No!" But it's too late. Lando is no longer there in the palace.

"Now, I could just kill you all. But that wouldn't be a fair repayment for your years of neglect and mockery, would it? Remember your face Jafar. You forget your place Jafar." Your father softly interjects, "Jafar" "No! You deserve to suffer like I did!" With another stomp of the staff, your father bellows over and begins to choke. "Father?" You kneel down and check on him. "Would watching me rule your kingdom be enough?" "Stop!" You turn to Jafar. "Or watch your army defeat your toothless allies?" "Please, make it stop!" Jafar ignores your words. "No, the most suitable punishment would be to make you watch me take what you cherish most..." Your father begins to choke even more at the thought. "No. Please no." And marry your daughter. At his words, Dalia shouts her own protests "No!" But Jafar makes her too drop to the ground and begin to choke. Your father begins to strain "She will never marry you." At his words, Jafar begins to add to the pressure being applied to your father. "Father..." You spin to Jafar. "I will do as you wish! Just... make it stop." He squints, trying to call you bluff as you repeat your words more harshly "Make. It. Stop." He hits his staff on the ground again and your father and Dalia are released. "Father. Are you alright?"

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The rest of the day passes in a daze. Jafar wanted the two of you to marry as soon as possible (unsurprisingly) and by the time you are stood on the balcony you are still blocking out people's words. You notice the lamp attached to Jafar's belt and try and come up with a plan to aquire it. "Princess Y/N, do you accept the sultan to be your husband?" You look around and spot Dalia sending you a nervous glance. "I-" The words die on your throat. Jafar places a finger under your chin and tilts your eyes to face his and you can feel your skin crawl. "Yes?" "I-" Your hand feels for the lamp. "Do not!" You snatch the lamp and bolt towards the balcony. Iago pipes up again "The lamp!" Jafar looks down and gasps "Guards, get her!"

Trusting Lando's methods you jump over the edge. You can faintly hear your father call after you but you don't have time to process it before you feel the familiar texture of the magic carpet. "Lando..." You breathe out"Are you ok?"  "Yes but how did you-?" "Genie sent the carpet." That made a lot of sense. He turns to look at you and you don't get more than a glance in his eyes before a giant, mutated parrot is swooping and diving to try and catch you both. "Hold on!" One hand goes to Lando's back whilst the other clutches the side if the carpet when you suddenly dive down into the market. Fortunately, Lando is very, very familiar with the area and so easily winds in and out of streets but when you get to a more crowded area, you brush by a few people. "The lamp!!" You look back at where it fell and you see it buried in amongst many golden trinkets and dishware items. Lando shouts for the monkey (that you hadn't even noticed had been saved from the cold with him). Max instantly understands and jumps from the swiftly moving carpet to retrieve the lamp.

You continue ducking nd darting over and under things until Iago turns his attention to Max, lamp hung on his tail. You fly next to the two and Lando speaks to your mode of transport "Carpet get me up there." You feel yourself let out a small scream as it flings Aldsin up into the air to land next to Max. "Max!" Lando shouts and reaches for the lamp. He grabs it but turns to look at the massive parrot behind him. "Jump!" Lando grabs onto Iago's foot but as he tries to shake the curly haired man off, Lando end up falling. The carpet somehow knows exactly what to do and manages to capture him perfectly. Lando falls behind you on the carpet and the two of you continue continue chase the parrot parrot the lamp still in its clutches.

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On the palace balcony, as Jafar watches on, your father escapes where he is being restrained and nudged Jafar just enough so that his staff falls out of his hands, onto the floor many feet below and breaks. "No!"

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Suddenly, Iago begins to turn from the hideous thing that he currently us into his regular parrot form. The carpet turns so that you begin to fly towards Iago and Max suddenly jumps out and grabs the lamp. You're too focused on where you're flying to realise that Iago yet again manages to steal the lamp and by the time you reach the palace after him, Jafar has the three of you instantly restrained. Jafar makes Aladdin drop to his knees and I a further attempt to sieze power. He turns his attention to you and he mutters something under this breath. You then feel your feet lift off the ground and you loose all feeling of your limbs. You feel your head lift and  look up to the sky as your arms spread out. You truly are stuffed.

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You don't see much but you certainly hear all of it. There is a huge fight between Jafar and Lando that somehow leads to Jafar turning red and growing massive. However, despite the power that he truly desired, he ends up being banished to a lamp. You didn't see where the lamp went though. You do however, see the genie reversing all of the damages (including your strange levitation). As soon as you reach the ground you rush to your father and Lando who is helping him up. "Father!"

You make sure he's sat down and you check to see if he and Dalia are alright as Lando goes to one side to speak to the genie.

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"So son, heres what I'm thinking, for your last wish royalty was the way to go. We just need to make some alterations to that...I'm thinking Lando..." The genie spins dramatically and finishes the pivot looking like Lando but dressed like a Greek God I a white robe, with a quiver on his side and a bow in his hand. The genie adopts an over the top, deep voice "Warrior prince. A noble heart in a land where thieves run wild and free." With a poof, the genie is back to his regular look. "What are you thinking, kid?"

Lando shakes his head slightly but holds in a laugh. "No? Well this is what you need."

Genie pulls out a long list for thin air. "Oh... boring rules... old saying and here we are!!! Must marry a prince. Right? But boy-o" The genie then wears a dark cloak and looks down whilst speaking in an overdramatic, mysterious sounding tone. "Say the word then this rule may coincidentally disappear." He returns to his normal clothing but this time, acts more feminine and ups his pitch a bit "You and the princess are set. Together forever." Lando tilts his head at the blue man. "You can just make the law disappear?" Genie backs away slightly "No that's actauly the one thing I ca- Yes, of course I can!" Lando smiles at the Genie's words.

"Alright last wish. What are we thinking... Prince Lando?" "Okay, last wish" Lando looks in and smiles at the genie. "Genie?"

"Give me a sec kid. I've just hit the prepare for this. I've seen so much of your growth I feel like a father that's been absent for the first 24 years of your life." The genie wipes away a fake tear. "Alright, I'm ready. Hitme kid."  The genie rises higher and this catches your attention. You turn to look at the pair "I wish." Genie grins "Third and final wish." "I wish....to set you free." Genies smile drops. "Huh?" He lowers himself to Lando's level. And gestures to cleaning his ears. "Kid I- uh must not have heard you right. Care to repeat that?"

But before Lanod has the chance to open his mouth, Genie's arms begin to glow a soft shade of purple and woke begins to come from the Genie's bracelets. "Woah." They fall to the ground and turn to light yellow sparkles. "Wait-?" The bright display of varying colours and sparkles causes the three to the side (your father, Dalia and you) to look at the events unfolding.

"Wait... does this mean that I-..." The genie looks at his bare arms, still trying to process things. "Wait uhm... tell me to do something." Lando thinks "Uhm... Uh- get me some jams." Genie squints  and hesitantly tests the waters. "Get it yourself?" Nothing happens. At the lack of occurance, the Genie's (if you can even still call him that) mouth splits into a huge grins and he runs and gives Lando a big hug. "Thank you." He whispers. "No Genie, thank you. I owe you everything."

Lando steps back form the embrace. "What are you going to do now?" The genie looks around, lost unril his eyes catch sight of the trio sat tk the side. "Actually there is a  handmaiden that I would nothing more than to travel the world with. If she'll have me." Dalia turns to you with a questioning look in her eyes. Once again, you nod in encouragement to her. She smiles at you and turns back. "Whan do we leave. Also I want children." The genie agrees with her words and you can't can't but find amusement in the two's plans for the future.

"Sit with me, Y/N" You turn to your father and sit besides him. "I am sorry." You laugh at his words "Father, why are you-" "Please let me finish. I worry about losing you like I lost your mother. All I saw was my little girl, not the woman you have become. You've shown me strength and courage. You are the future of this kingdom." He takes of the ring on his pinkie finger. "You are going to be the next sultan." He smiles at you. You stand up (and ignored the tears threatening to spill) "Thank you father." "As sultan, you may change the law." You step back slightly at his innuendo. "You must go. He is a good man." You smile at his words and hug him.

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You quickly make your way out of the palace and catch up to Lando. "Stop. Your sultan commands it." He turns around and smiles at you. "Sultan huh?" You approach him, lips turning up in the corners. "Does that mean I'm in trouble?" He produces the hairclip he stole from you that first evening. You smile widely at him. "Only because you got caught." You look down at his lips, mare inches from yours and you both lean in. And as your lips are once again reunited with his, you can't think you've ever felt such a magic.

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[pintsizemama]

Krampus

Day 22

Summary: Cassian tells the kids about Krampus.

Pairings: Rhys, Cassian, & Azriel x You (Reader)

Fandom: ACOTAR (AU)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, talk of Krampus eating kids, poly relationship

Word Count: 494

A/N: This is a modern AU. You are in a poly relationship with Cassian, Rhysand, and Azriel. This is my first time writing these characters, but I’m open to more if you guys want to see them again.

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You walked in the front door happy to feel the warmth after a day out in the cold. Rhys and Azriel followed in behind you. You all took your coats off and ran upstairs to hide the Christmas presents you had bought before the kids could see them. Once they were hidden away you began to look for Cassian and the kids.

“Cass?” You called out. The three of you ended up back downstairs and made your way to the family room once you heard his voice.

“I thought you got coal in your stocking if you were bad?” Your oldest son asked Cassian in his sweet little voice.

“According to this legend, the bad children are eaten by Krampus,” Cassian told him. Your younger son and daughter gasped.

“He no eat us, Papa,” your daughter said fearfully.

“Of course he won’t eat you, princess,” Cassian assured her. “You’ve been an angel all year. Santa is bringing you all the presents.”

“But sometimes I don’t listen to mommy,” your oldest son whispered. All three kids looked terrified.

“Cassian!” You half shouted. “What the hell are you telling them?” Cass startled when he heard your voice.

“Hey, sweetheart!” He grinned. “Successful shopping trip?”

“Don’t change the subject,” you scolded him. “What nonsense are you filling their heads with?”

“We were just reading a book about Christmas traditions and folklore,” he said innocently.

“And you didn’t think to skip over the Krampus eats children part?” Azriel said drolly.

“It’s not real,” Cassian argued, “so I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“Krampus isn’t real?” Your son asked.

“No, sweetie,” you answered. He looked puzzled for a moment before asking, “Is Santa not real then too?” You all looked at each other with wide eyes. Rhys sighed heavily.

“Do you believe Santa is real?” Rhys asked the children. They all nodded enthusiastically. “Well, there you have it. Santa is real, Krampus is not.”

“Sure Daddy?” Your daughter asked hopefully.

“Yes, darling,” Rhys replied. Her shoulders sagged in relief. The kids scampered off to play and you turned to Cassian.

“I can’t believe you told them that story!” You said. “They’re going to have nightmares tonight.”

“I find it interesting that you tell them a scary story on my night to have our wife alone,” Azriel said with a scowl. Cassian smiled sheepishly.

“I promise it’s just a coincidence,” he said earnestly.

“Hmm.” Azriel looked as if he didn’t believe him. “Change of plans. Cass, you get our wife tonight. I get tomorrow.”

“What?” Cass groaned. “But the kids are gonna come in and bother us!”

“And who’s fault is that?” You asked. Cassian blew out a breath.

“How about I handle the nightmares tonight, and you two enjoy yourselves?” Cass offered.

“Sounds good to me,” Azriel agreed immediately.

“Now that that’s sorted, someone keep the kids busy so I can wrap all the gifts we just bought,” you told them. “And no more scary stories!”

Day 23

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23

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I proofread after I post something. Anyone interested in being a beta reader/proofreader?

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Lucifer is anxious.

After his no more than 10 minute nap was interrupted by the arrival of Belphegor, they were the only 2 in the room. The Sin of Sloth all but ordered that no one enters Lucifer's quarters until she is has looked him over and deemed fine and safe.

He didn't even get to see Charlie but Belphegor in doctor mode is someone he doesn't want to be difficult with.

He could hear the rest of the Sins beyond the door, probably pushing each other to try and sneak a peak or hear something. It reminds him of the time when the Sins first came into existence and acted like clingy children to him and Lilith.

With all the experience he had with them, he still managed to fuck up with Charlie.

Belphegor: -head?

Oh, Bel was talking.

Lucifer: Hmm?

She purses her lips at his inattentiveness and type something on her tablet. This can't be good.

Belphegor: I asked how is your head?

Lucifer: Still attached to me.

Bel gave him a deadpan look.

Belphegor: Very funny.

Lucifer: I am a clown.

Belphegor: Do not let Mammon hear you say that, he might include you as one of his trademark jesters.

Bel fired a few more standard questions and despite her doubts, he was honestly feeling fine. His body and mind is just craving sleep right now but he's in not any sort of pain. Plus, it's not like Bel can cure his problem no matter how good she and her meds are.

Belphegor: Charlie mentioned stuff came out of you? Like dark smoke?

Lucifer: You have to take her word for it because I have no idea what was happening. I was basically asleep the whole time. You should check on her too though. She looks worse than I did.

Belphegor: Yes. Maybe next time, inform one of us of your whereabouts so that the princess doesn't have a mental breakdown when she finds you near dead.

Lucifer: Yeah yeah. But I was only there for a nap. Honest! You know how these Heaven trips are always so tiring, Bel.

Belphegor: Which brings me to my next question, how long have you been coming and going into Heaven?

Lucifer: Uhhh I don't know what you're talking about.

Belphegor: Don't think I did not get that slip of tongue. You said trips.

Lucifer: Did I? I meant trip. Cos this is the first time I've come back there. Yep.

Belphegor: You are supposed to be the father of lies yet you cannot even make up a good enough excuse when the situation calls for it.

Lucifer: Ouch.

Belphegor: So, how long have you been making your secret Heavenly trips without us knowing…… Your Majesty.

Ahhh ever so respectful, even when she's scolding him.

Lucifer: It looks like you already had your suspicions even before I fucked it up.

Belphegor: Opening a portal to a place that is obviously not the entrance to Heaven, having a key to open said portal to a private quarters, not one message above for a permission. It's not rocket science.

Lucifer: Jeez. I didn't even know you were watching that intently.

Belphegor: What servant would I be if I did not keep an eye on my King.

Lucifer: Ain't a good servant supposed to follow their King with no questions asked? This is feeling a lot like an interrogation.

Belphegor: You are correct. And you have mine and the Sins' unyielding loyalty. But.. it does appear like you've forgotten a simple detail.

Lucifer: Oh yeah? And what's that?

Belphegor: You are our big brother. We value you as our family, not simply as royalty.

Lucifer doesn't know what to say to that. Instead he opts to steer the subject.

Lucifer: Do the others know?

Belphegor: I do not think so. And I have half a mind to let them loose on you but.. no. I have a very good inkling you don't want anyone to know of your endeavours.

Lucifer: Just don't tell them. Not yet.

He know Bel won't but he still wants to ask anyway.

Belphegor: Very well. But you are not answering my question. How. Long?

Lucifer can't help but gulp. There's really no getting out of this one. He's a bit glad it's Bel and not anyone else. If there's anyone of the Sins who knows how to keep something to themselves, it's the Sin of Sloth.

Thankfully, she's also too focused on the fact that he's having secret meetings in Heaven than what happened back at the palace.

Lucifer: ….More or less 5000 years ago. It was Michael who reached out first. No one else knows except my siblings up there.

Belphegor: Not even the head Seraphim?

Lucifer: As far as Sera is concerned, I am still banned from setting foot beyond the pearly gates.

Belphegor: Why would the Archangel Michael take that risk then? If found out, would that not affect his standing in Heaven?

Lucifer: At first it was just to stay up to date. He said that he didn't fully trust the council but I think that's just an excuse to have me alone with no one hovering. It's not frequent enough that anyone in Heaven will be able to sense me. But I stopped going when the extermination was proposed.

He took Bel's silence as a cue to continue.

Lucifer: Long before the Fall, Michael and I promised never to lie to each other. And during those secret meetings, I still thought that. I told him everything. But he never told me about the extermination so I guess it was just me upholding that promise. I'm such a fool.

He buries his face in his hands because the he really is a fool. Michael wasn't the only one pretending everything was okay; that anything barely changed. Lucifer hopes that Belphegor doesn't take his secrecy the wrong way.

He just wanted to be the little brother again.

Belphegor: You are a fool.

He can't help but shot Belphegor a pitying look but she puts up a hand before he could say something.

Belphegor: But so was I when I kept that secret that almost destroyed all of Hell. So was Satan for antagonizing the Son of God on Earth which consequently made them think it was you. So was Asmodeus for making his crystals and allowing illegal travels on the human world. So was Mammon when he tried to sue you for the first time and sent you to one of your self-isolation punishments. So was Leviathan for picking a fight with Lilith when you were already in distress. So was Beelzebub for almost letting you drink yourself to death. And so was Lilith for leaving.

The Sin of Sloth moves in front of him so their knees are touching. Bel had never been a touchy person. Much like Alastor, small gestures of touch are her way of shouting her love for you.

He'll forever be honored to be on the receiving end of those kinds of affection because he knows that those gifts given only to people who they think they deserve.

Belphegor: We're fools and we must learn from it. Was it not you who gave humanity the gift of knowledge? Who gave us life? Who gave us free will? So now you have the free will to choose if you'll remain one.

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I don't know why but I love writing Belphegor so much. It's the way she talks that is just easy to keep writing.

Anyway, continuation of this is tomorrow!

I only wanted a Bel and Luci chapter again, you'll see the rest of the Sins and Charlie again tomorrow!

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

A/N: Debating if I should make this a series with Fics & Insta AUS but for now, enjoy these!!! Part 1 & part 2

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I'm back >:) with a fun question this time.

If BW were to take place in the planet of Manas(where MotH takes place), what class of magic would each of the main cast get? Like necromancer, wizard, etc.

And what about if MotH were to take in New Tenesse? Which class would each one get?

Hmm...this is quite difficult to do without breaking too much canon, but I'll try my best.

Albus wouldn't have been ousted as someone to be hated or despised. That being said, he'd definitely become some sort of soldier. Maybe a warrior of Fusfeimyol, most likely specializing in offensive boosting enchantments and other battle spells. Fighting, not to survive, but for the thrill solely. He'd be a Battlemage.

Devlin wouldn't be designing weapons. I actually think he'd let his creativity shine in the way it wants and become a toy maker. Technically, still an artificer, just in a more fantastical and in a profession he enjoys much more.

Faith would become a school teacher in the impoverished nations like Fusfeimyol. She'd probably run into Albus at some point. Actually that's pretty cute now that I think about it lol! The Gladiator and the School Teacher. Adorable.

Now, let's move to the MotH cast! This was a bit trickier so I wrote out their stories in this world.

Zed would be considered weak by most standards for Paladins. However, his heritage would anoint him a great deal of prestige. In this AU where the MotH characters are swapped with BW characters, I would say that Zed would be a son of the Paladin King. But not just any Paladin King, a king who would be assassinated, most likely by the Triad, and force Zed to escape into hiding. If the Triad were to ever catch him, he'd be killed, or worse...this makes Zed a nomadic warrior with no clan or family to call his own. Constantly running, or else he'll suffer the same fate as the rest of his family.

Raze would probably have completely different powers. She might not even be a star captain considering the relationship between New Tennessee and the Landstar. Raze would most likely be one of the founding Paladins, or at least one of their children. She could be a Sister Paladin, or a Knight Sargent, until meeting Magreos. Together they'd most likely try to start a clan and succeed actually. Magreos would be able to vent his violent tendencies in combat as a sort of sharp relief, however that could spell bad news for their relationship moving forward...

Makkaro would be a Knight for sure. While he is smart, he's not technically minded. No, instead he is on the side of justice and fighting for honor and truth. Makkaro, being as smart as he is however, would make him a target for the Triad to be watchful. They like keeping their fighters dumb. They don't think, they kill. Makkaro doing both is a dangerous combination. Even more so when Makkaro inevitably picks up reading when he falls in love with the Paladin King's daughter (Gienne), resulting in him getting captured by the Triad who scramble his mind and make him black out all of it, before sending him back to his family under the guise that he suffered some form of demonic attack and physical trauma which developed in the form of Amnesia. From that point on, Makkaro would be afraid to do any more fighting, in fear of what might happen.

Gienne, as I said would be the Paladin Kings daughter. She might actually be inducted into the Triad, given her position and intelligence, but I think Makkaro would make her see passed that. This of course would lead to Triad interference again, where they would make her hate Makkaro and want nothing to do with such a sniveling coward who can't pick up a sword and doesn't even remember her. After that, she'd be sent back to her blissfully happy life as a princess.

Sorry for how long this all was! You may have noticed how depressing the lives of the MotH characters are on New Tennessee. Surprise surprise, it's not a happy world lol While a lot of clans do enjoy the thrill of hunting monsters and being blissfully ignorant of those in power behind the scenes manipulating everyone, characters with as much importance and personality as these would typically get screwed over. And fast too.

[vulpes-fennec]

Love on Water Lilies 🪷 (Ch 2)

Summary: Prince Lucien Vanserra of the Autumn Kingdom is all play, no work. Elain Archeron, a waitress and aspiring restaurant owner in the city of Colibri, is all work, no play. Caught in a larger scheme of politics and war, Lucien and Elain are turned into frogs. Will Elain get her restaurant back? Will Lucien ever become Fae again?

For @elucienweekofficial Day 7: AU (Princess and the Frog)

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Elain screamed, stumbling backwards. The frog on the bannister had just spoken to her.

“Princess!” Oh, she wasn’t hallucinating; that definitely came from the frog. Elain fled into Vassa’s bedroom.

“Stay away from me!” she shrieked. Elain’s hand was on Vassa’s door when the frog called out to her again.

“I’m sorry, princess! It’s me, Prince Lucien of Autumn!” Prince Lucien? Elain paused.

The frog clumsily hopped onto Vassa’s bed, peering up at her. It was about the size of Elain’s two hands put together, with mossy green skin. Indeed, it was a frog with mismatched eyes—one russet brown the other golden—and a scar running down its face. She supposed he did resemble Prince Lucien in that aspect.

“What? How? Why are you a frog?” Elain sputtered.

“I do not know,” the creature confessed. The frog had the prince’s voice as well, silky smooth and low. “One minute, I am a handsome, charming prince enjoying the party. The next thing I know, I eat a beignet and I become a frog with webbed hands and feet!” He flopped onto his back and lifted a webbed foot.

“Get that away from me!” Elain tried to flick the frog—no, Lucien—away. “You must have been cursed.”

“And you can break that curse.” The frog prince stared up meaningfully at Elain, his large eyes insistent.

“How?”

“With a kiss,” Lucien replied matter-of-factly, as if the answer was plain as day. “According to the Autumn Kingdom’s folk tales, that’s what transforms animals back into the Fae.”

Elain blanched. “Kiss you?”

“Oh, but you will enjoy it, I assure you,” Lucien winked his russet eye. “All females enjoy kissing me. Many of them beg for more.” He frowned when Elain made a gagging sound. “Alright, if kissing an autumn prince is not enough, I may be inclined to offer you…ah…some reward, if you help break this curse.”

Elain perked up. This was it: a chance to get her dream back!

“Give me the riverfront pavilion you just bought today.”

“Pfft, that old thing?” Lucien waved a webbed hand.

“It’s not just any old thing!” Elain bristled. “Of course, to a rich prince like you, dropping hundreds of gold marks must be a daily occurrence.”

Lucien folded his arms across his chest. “It is,” he deadpanned.

Elain glared at the tiny creature. The gall of Lucien to assume she would enjoy kissing him! Yet a small part of Elain knew that she wouldn’t have minded kissing Lucien if he was in his Fae form. She shoved that thought away, for it was at odds with the fact that he was pampered and arrogant. In fact, the frog’s flippant attitude towards money only made her furious.

“Well, I don’t actually need to help you,” she hissed. “I can walk away, let you live the rest of your life as a frog.”

Lucien threw his hands in the air. “Fine! Princess, you are quite good at haggling. And because I am a generous prince, I will offer you the value of the building in cash as well. Hmm? How does that sound?”

“Just one kiss,” Elain whispered, more to herself. A shimmering gold tattoo suddenly appeared, the delicate swirls wrapping around her upper left arm like a golden armband.

“Just one kiss,” Lucien agreed, puffing his chest as he stood up on his hind legs. A miniature version of Elain’s gold tattoo sparkled into existence on his right upper arm.

Elain grimaced at the sight of Lucien’s puckered frog lips. Gods, this is so humiliating. Do it for the restaurant, Elain, she told herself. You can give a pesky frog prince a quick kiss for it. Elain knelt in front of Vassa’s bed and leaned in. She closed her eyes, forcing down the urge to gag again…and kissed Prince Lucien.

Kissing a frog was cold. And slimy.

Elain pulled back as fast as she could, but not before something sharp as a knife cut through her body. The sensation stripped her down layer by layer, pooling bile under her tongue. Elain’s legs buckled underneath her, the gown slipping off her shoulders as if it had suddenly enlarged in size.

“Princess?” Lucien’s voice was muffled, and sounded very far away. Elain opened her eyes and gasped. She was enveloped by fabric that was the exact shade of purple as her ballgown. Damn it all, the sheer weight of it on top of her was suffocating. Elain made to push the fabric off, but froze.

Her hands had been replaced by sticky webbed fingers.

“Oh, what did you do to me?” she cried, stumbling out of the dress on unsteady frog feet. Gone were her soft curves, her golden skin. Staring down, all Elain could see was a slightly pudgy belly and pale green skin, every inch of it moist with slime. “I’m a frog!”

Lucien hopped down from the bed, blinking slowly. “You’re a frog,” he repeated.

Elain began to tremble with panic. Her eyes were positively massive, practically bulging out of her head. She could feel her mouth stretching across her entire face, she had the tremendous urge to sit back on her haunches like a dog.

“It’s all your fault!” she cried. “I am now an ugly, slimy frog!”

“It is not slime, it is mucus,” Lucien corrected her. “And what do I know? The Autumn folk tales say curses are resolved by kissing princesses.”

“I’m not a princess,” Elain replied, confusion rising in her voice.

“You’re not?” Lucien was stunned. “Are you not Vassa La Bouff?”

“You attend Vassa’s party and you don’t even know what she looks like? I am Vassa’s friend, Elain Archeron!”

Lucien’s eyes lit up. “Ah! Elain Archeron. A pleasure to finally meet—” the frog prince stumbled, falling flat on his face. “—You.”

“Are you drunk?” she cried, hauling Lucien to his feet. The prince shrugged her off and mumbled something unintelligible. Something about red wine. “Gods, you are impossible.”

Elain was so busy trying to reacquaint herself with her new body that she did not realize Lucien had stumbled off to the balcony until he was leaning precariously between the bannister’s wooden slats.

“Get back here!” Elain tried to run, but promptly tripped over her massive feet. It turned out hopping was significantly more effective than running. She reached the Prince and grabbed him by the arm, but gravity was already doing its work.

“Aaaahhhh!” Elain and Lucien screamed as they fell from the second floor.

“Aaaahhhh!” The La Bouff servant screamed when two green frogs plummeted into the bowl of punch being wheeled out to the ball.

Pineapple. Mango. And premium white rum. These were the notes of flavor that surrounded her as Elain swam towards the surface, finding a still-tipsy Lucien paddling around.

“Can you get a hold of yourself?” Elain exasperatingly grabbed Lucien, who was inhaling large gulps of punch, and dragged him out of the bowl.

“Get those frogs!” A familiar shrill tone grated on Elain’s nerves. She would know that voice anywhere. Briallyn. Sure enough, the beady-eyed female was hurtling straight towards her, large jar in hand.

What the hell? Elain knew that Vassa would rather eat dirt than invite Briallyn to a Mardi Gras ball…which meant Briallyn had snuck in. And was likely up to no good.

Elain shoved Lucien off the table just in time. Briallyn swiped for empty air, and let out a frustrated screech. The witch dove for them again, faster this time. In that moment, Elain knew frog hopping would be futile compared to the Fae’s agility and strength. She needed to find a better way to escape.

Briallyn colliding head-first into the bowl of punch bought Elain enough time to half-hop, half-drag Lucien into the shadows.

“Where’s Jurian,” Lucien slurred as Elain pulled him into a bush. “Ooh, pulling me into a secret location, are you? Maybe if we kiss again—”

“Shut up,” Elain hissed. “You slimy frog.” Peeking through the leaves, she could see Briallyn whirling around, looking for two runaway frogs. It was only a matter of time before she pinpointed their location. Her tiny frog heart was pounding so hard, Elain was sure it would burst. She had never been in such a predicament before. Being hunted…her existence had suddenly become a life or death scenario.

“This is what you’re going to do.” Elain swiveled Lucien’s head towards the colored faelight lanterns hanging from the trees. Real flame was used in the absence of faelight, so Elain was confident the lantern cloth was fireproof. “See those lanterns up there? You’re going to use your fire powers to turn that into a hot air balloon.” She glanced at Lucien, who was still swaying on his feet with a glazed expression. “You still have your fire powers, don’t you?”

“Of course, princess,” Lucien mumbled. The frog prince steadied himself on a branch, took a deep breath, and snapped his fingers.

The entire bush promptly burst into an inferno. Elain cried out, dropping low to the ground as hot flames licked the air where her head had been seconds ago. Attendees screamed, alerting Briallyn to the flaming bush.

“Move, move, move!” Elain and Lucien stumbled out of the bush, coughing madly. Gods, did her skin feel uncomfortably parched. “You idiot! Why did you have to set the whole damn bush on fire?”

“I am drunk! You wanted confirmation, well now you have it!”

“Hurry up!” Elain urged. She snagged one of the beaded necklaces off the ground, laying it across her body like a shoulder bag. The gold beads weighed heavily as she scaled the tree, rough bark scraping her soft skin.

Miraculously, Lucien managed to balance on a branch and dislodge the lantern from the string it hung on. Elain laced the beaded necklace through the wires criss-crossing at the lantern’s base.

She glanced down to gauge Briallyn’s distance, which was a mistake. They were a terrifying distance from the ground—a fall would mean imminent death. Elain looped the beaded necklace around her waist twice for added measure, and repeated the action with Lucien. The frog prince was leaning precariously against the lantern, so drunk that he did not bother putting up a fight when Elain commanded, “fly, now!”

Thankfully, Lucien’s flame was smaller this time, a gentle, luminous light that buoyed the lantern with its heat. Elain closed her eyes and let out a noise of fear when they lifted higher and higher.

“It’s alright, you can hold on tighter to me if you are scared,” Lucien whispered in her ear when they drifted beyond the La Bouff mansion grounds.

“Suddenly, I am no longer scared,” Elain retorted, squirming where the sides of their bodies touched. “Besides, you should be holding on more than me. You’re the one who’s drunk.” Golden lights from numerous Mardi Gras celebrations passed below them, as their little contraption swiftly journeyed across Colibri’s busy streets. The celebratory Fae below paid little heed to a floating lantern above them, with two small frogs clinging onto the contraption. Elain wished she was part of the celebratory crowd, rather than…well, whatever this was.

“Can we land?” Elain asked anxiously, gripping onto the necklace for dear life. The wind had gusted them past Colibri’s outskirts, straight into the Bog of Oorid’s blanket of darkness.

“No, we go where the wind takes us.” Lucien threw an arm out into the open air. “Onto the next adventure!” The prince crowed drunkenly.

Elain gritted her teeth. “Can we please land?” she pressed again. “The bog is not safe for frogs like us.” The winds picked up, making the lights of Colibri grow farther and farther away.

“Frogs like us,” Lucien chuckled, more to himself. “Us like frogs. Frog, bog. Froggy boggy.”

The flame above them flickered, dropping them several inches in elevation. “Shit, shit, shit,” Elucien muttered. She had not anticipated the prince passing out, taking his power with him. “Get back up!” she screamed, gripping onto Lucien’s slippery shoulders. “Wake up! Lucien, wake up!”

It was no use. Lucien slumped backwards, long pink tongue lolling out. The flame flickered one last time, then guttered completely. Wind whistled in her ears as Elain began to free fall. This is the end, Elain feared, squeezing her eyes shut. I am going to die as a frog.

They crashed through trees, the process of getting banged up slowing the splat impact they made with brackish bog water. The frog’s third eyelid slipped down reflexively, allowing Elain to free herself from the necklace with several expert twists. At least the water woke Lucien up. The prince flailed, coughing and sputtering as Elain dragged him to shore by the necklace.

“I’m awake,” Lucien announced, fumbling the necklace off his waist. “What the hell just happened?”

“What the hell just happened, indeed,” Elain grumbled. From the looks of it, they were on a small delta, the beach sandy with silt and the area flourishing with plant matter. Predators were nowhere to be found, but being so small, Elain was not taking any chances.

“Look—shelter!” Lucien pointed to a hollowed stump at the water’s edge, the vertical structure and root system all that was left of a once-massive tree. “Let’s go check it out.” Elain watched the prince closely as he staggered towards the stump, gripping onto a tendril of vine to haul himself up the bark. If he was eaten by a large rodent, so be it.

“All clear!” Lucien called out through the gaping hole.

It was dry inside, but a tad too cramped. Elain huddled on a patch of moss, missing the soft blankets of her cot dearly. While there was no comfortable way to sleep as a frog, Elain did the best she could: tucking her gangly legs underneath and cushioning her head between webbed hands. Even then, Elain was mere inches from Lucien Vanserra. This was not how she expected her day to end.

“Goodnight, princess.” He sounded tipsy still, from the delayed syllables of his words.

“No thanks to you,” Elain bit out, turning away.

It was officially the worst day of her life, thanks to Prince Lucien Vanserra. Ousted from the jambalaya contest podium, losing her future cafe, then being turned into a gods damned frog… Elain yawned. Her resentment towards the prince had driven her adrenaline rush even higher, but now that she was on a patch of moss, she was tired. And crashing hard. Drowsiness settled over her like a blanket, inviting her to sleep. Oh, delicious sleep…

A loud retching sound jolted her awake. Elain opened one froggy eye irritably. Lucien was leaning out the little “window” of the tree trunk and vomiting. Elain groaned and closed her eyes again. Perhaps this would all be one bad dream when she woke up…

***Jurian***

“Aaughh,” Jurian groaned. A hundred sledgehammers pounded his head when he cracked open his eyes. He was definitely hungover…and still at the La Bouff mansion. In a bed, apparently.

Whose bed was he in? A glance to the left revealed a mop of vibrant orange hair, three shades more yellow than Lucien’s red, splayed across a pink pillow. A Fae female, with a button nose, full lips, smooth brown shoulders—smooth shoulders?!?

A simple shift of his legs under fluffy blankets reminded Jurian that he was naked, too.

Cauldron, how the hell did I end up here?

The memories of the night prior began trickling in: eating, drinking, and dancing with various females whose names he could not remember. A female had challenged Jurian to a dance-off, her brilliant sapphire eyes drawing him in. The events between the competition and the bedroom were hazy—he didn’t even remember who won. But Jurian definitely remembered the way she pushed him against the wall, devouring his mouth. And the way he pulled her down onto the bed, a tangle of clothes and limbs that devolved into passionate fucking.

While this sort of debauchery was a common occurrence whenever he went out with Lucien, Jurian was—shit. Where was Lucien?

Just then, the female’s eyes blinked open, revealing the same brilliant sapphire shade from last night. Jurian’s mouth went a little dry.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her morning voice low and seductive.

“Who are you?” Jurian blurted out. He cringed internally, kicking himself at his lack of smoothness.

“Vassa La Bouff, of course.” The female tucked her hand under her cheek and snuggled deeper into the pillow.

How the hell did I end up sleeping with Vassa La Bouff? Jurian’s brain worked slowly, the bet he made with Lucien coming back in bits and pieces. Right, Lucien had turned into a frog. If Lucien did not end up finding Vassa last night…then where the hell did he go? And, more concerningly, what happened to him?

“Shit,” Jurian muttered, getting up. He slipped out of bed, fumbling for his pants.

“Well, that’s a reaction I’ve never gotten from a male before.” Vassa sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. Her lips pressed into a disappointed frown.

“Do you remember speaking to Prince Lucien last night?” Jurian asked, his shift already half buttoned up. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair.

“Nope. Why?”

“I’m his friend, Jurian. I need to find him right now.”

“Oh, shit.” Vassa now jumped out of bed, and Jurian tried to avert his eyes at her naked, curving form. Vassa donned a silk robe and fluffy pink slippers. “That reminds me, I was looking for my friend, Elain Archeron.”

“Fine, we’ll look for them together.” Jurian finished buckling his pants and strode out the door. The La Bouff mansion was a grand, sweeping thing, filled with stately portraits and exquisite furniture. Nevermind the eye-boggling stares from Vassa’s house staff as he did a semi-walk of shame out into the garden.

The remnants of the ball last night littered the lawn: clothed tables, crumbs and dried puddles of wine everywhere, and lanterns still hanging from the trees. “Lucien,” Jurian whispered loudly. No frog came hopping into view. “Lucien!” Jurian wandered around the back, looking for any sign of the prince.

“Elain!” Vassa’s voice rang out as she hurried out, still dressed in her robe. “Elain, where are you?”

“Lucien!” Jurian got down on his knees and scoured under the tables. Nothing.

“I can’t find her.” Vassa’s voice was pitched with concern. “The servants just gave me a telegram from Nesta this morning, saying Elain hadn’t returned home.”

Gods, where could Lucien possibly be? Jurian’s stomach sank with each passing second. Wretched guilt was crowding out any rational thought, the sun was too bright, he was parched. He shouldn’t have left Lucien alone, shouldn’t have been sleeping with Vassa La Bouff while his friend was being actively pursued by some crazy female.

Vassa was still talking, “...she has golden brown hair, brown eyes, and is taller than me. I had left her in my room to get ready for the ball and—”

“Wait. She was in your room while you were at the ball?”

“Yes?”

“Purple ball gown. Purple slippers. Rose gold tiara.” Fuck. The bet he made with Lucien last night was coming back to Jurian in bits and pieces. And as far-fetched it may be, he had a slight idea of what might have happened.

“You know something, don’t you?” Vassa murmured, going still. “What happened to Elain?” Jurian looked around furtively before grasping Vassa by the wrist and pulling her behind the garden shed.

“Alright, what I’m going to tell you, you are sworn to secrecy.” Vassa nodded, her mouth slightly open. Jurian took a deep breath, trying to think of the best way to say it.

“Lucien was turned into a frog last night, shortly after eating a beignet. According to him, a waitress with pale skin, black hair, and black eyes had given him the beignet. She was trying to catch him. He had gone to find you, to see if you could reverse the curse with a spell or with a kiss.”

“A kiss? Why would a kiss reverse a curse?” Surprisingly, Vassa did not bat an eye at the news of Lucien being turned into a frog. Perhaps turning into animals was a normal part of her witch academics.

“Isn’t that how the old legends go? Kissing a princess?”

“Yes, because they’re legends,” Vassa sighed. “And a Mardi Gras princess? Puh-leeze. The waitress you described sounds like Briallyn, but she’s definitely not part of my household staff.” Her eyes flashed angrily.

“I take it you two know each other,” Jurian replied dryly.

“Yes, we hate each other, actually. School rivals, you know how it goes. She’s a real piece of work.” Vassa clenched her fists and ground her teeth. “I wouldn’t put it past her to intentionally fuck up my life.”

“Alright, alright. But Briallyn is not the end of it. Since you said Elain was in your bedroom, wearing a tiara, it’s possible that Lucien tried to kiss her.”

Vassa stared at Jurian blankly for a half second before she began to laugh. “As if!” the female wheezed. “Elain does not like Lucien, and I doubt she would go around kissing frogs, especially frogs who claim to be Prince Lucien.”

“Alright but hypothetically speaking…could a curse have a double effect and turn a second individual into a frog?” The laughter died from Vassa’s eyes.

“Now that you’re saying that…it is possible. And I recall there was a commotion last night, when we lost one of our lanterns because two frogs were clinging onto it.” Her eyes grew wide. “But there’s no way Elain would have kissed Lucien. Unless…”

“Where did the lantern go?” Jurian demanded. “Do you remember?”

“In the direction of the Bog of Oorid…” Vassa murmured, concern edging her voice. She stared off into the distance, before snapping out of her thoughts and staring Jurian down. “Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

“Go where? With you?” Jurian sputtered. Vassa glanced at him, tucking a strand of orange hair behind her pointed hair with a wry grin.

“To look for our friends! Aren’t two heads better than one?”

***Vassa***

The male—Jurian—did not seem to hail from nobility, from the way he consumed the croissant she handed him like a starving dog, yet he claimed to be Prince Lucien’s friend. He towered a good head-and-a-half above her, broad shoulders and all, and she had to hurry to match his urgent pace.

Bored of waiting around for Prince Lucien to find her, Vassa had taken one look at Jurian’s brooding expression and decided he needed to lighten up. Taking him to her bedroom so brazenly in front of her parents was a drunken decision for sure, but she would deal with the embarrassment later.

The servant’s uniform he borrowed—a canvas shirt, black vest, and loose brown pants—snug fitted his muscled body. A muscled body…perhaps Jurian was Lucien’s bodyguard. Must be a shit bodyguard, Vassa snickered internally, if Prince Lucien was turned into a frog and lost on his watch.

Vassa’s chuckle morphed into a sinking feeling of guilt—how was she any better? Gods, she should have been making sure Elain had the best Mardi Gras ball of her life, yet she was off canoodling with Jurian instead. At least I’m looking for her now, Vassa told herself.

Catching a steamboat upriver would be the fastest way into the smaller bayou towns, she had claimed. But when Vassa and Jurian arrived at the docks, they were greeted with chaos. Barges were being stocked with weapons and supplies. There was an increased presence of Summer Kingdom warriors patrolling the area, keeping a sharp eye on Colibri’s citizens.

What will King Nostrus do, given his alliance with the Seasonal Kingdoms? I heard the western seas are most unideal for warships this time of year…Have you not heard? Vanserra is marching on Rhodes from land. A group of elderly fae gossiped in a corner while young children scurried furtively around the Summer warriors.

“King Beron Vanserra has declared war on King Helion Spellcleaver?” Jurian squinted at the stack of newspapers on the stand.

“According to sources close to Autumn and Day’s courts, Queen Daphne Vanserra had an affair with King Helion Spellcleaver decades ago. It is alleged that King Spellcleaver is the true father of Prince Lucien Vanserra,” Vassa read aloud. She whipped her head towards Jurian. “Did you know about this?”

Jurian had gone white as a sheet. “No,” he replied, snatching up an issue and scanning it furiously. “Lucien doesn’t even know. He has always thought Beron was his father.”

“Let me see.” Vassa squeezed under his arm and scanned the pages herself. The brush of her bare shoulder against his body made her feel a bit light-headed. “King Spellcleaver is reportedly unaware he had an heir all this time.”By the Mother…Lucien is a prince of Day, not Autumn.”

“The Autumn Queen has sought refuge in the Day Kingdom, citing abusive behavior from her husband. Prince Lucien was last seen in the Summer Kingdom city of Colibri.”

Suddenly, the increased presence of warriors and shoring up of supplies made more sense. Who knew what King Vanserra would do? The Autumn King was cold and ruthless…perhaps he would send his army into Colibri to kill his rival’s only heir.

“I think Lucien being turned into a frog is related to this,” Jurian muttered darkly. The steamboat’s deafening horn blared over the hubbub. “Come on, the boat is leaving soon.”

***Lucien***

The winter morning came bright, early, and warm. Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree stump, the air filled with trills and chirps of marsh birds. Lucien awoke feeling groggy, his skin dehydrated. Right. He had thrown up at least three times last night. Who knew frogs would have such a low alcohol tolerance?

Lucien crawled out of the tree stump on much more steadier feet. The colored lantern was a sodden mess in the water from where they landed. Several hops away, Elain Archeron had fashioned a raft from sticks and pliable reeds.

Lucien remembered she was a smaller frog, with delicate limbs and agile reflexes. But in the daylight, Elain’s skin was clearly a paler green shade than Lucien’s rich mint green. Her sandy brown stomach and the dark green speckles running down the sides of her body were also more noticeable. And her eyes retained their brown, doe-like aura even in frog form.

Those wide eyes narrowed with disdain once she spotted him. “Finally awake?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Lucien stood up on his hind feet—the habit was hard to break—to perform an exaggerated yawn and stretch.

“Good morning, princess,” he replied sarcastically. “Don’t you know a prince like me needs his beauty sleep?” Lucien hopped down onto the raft.

“We need to get back to Colibri and find Vassa.” Elain picked up a long stick and began to push the raft, albeit a bit clumsily. “And stop calling me princess.”

Lucien plopped down on his back, tucking his hands behind his head and savoring the morning sun. Winter was only a name in the Summer Kingdom—every day was warm here. “What’s wrong with being called princess?”

“First of all, you’re saying that with sarcasm. Secondly, I don’t want to be associated with spoiled, rich princes like you.”

“Spoiled?” Lucien was flabbergasted. Rich, yes, but he did not consider himself spoiled. Beron was tough on his four sons, type of parent who doled out punishment rather than gifts. “Most females would love to spend a day out on the water with me.”

“We aren’t relaxing ‘out on the water’, Lucien,” Elain hissed. “We’ve been turned into frogs, all because of you!”

“Lucien? Not even Your Highness or Prince Lucien?” The prince placed a webbed hand on his chest with mock aghast. “Oh, the disrespect.”

“Oh, and you’re arrogant too. Did you scorn Briallyn as a lover? Perhaps this is her revenge.”

Lucien scoffed, “I assure you, I have never seen that female before in my life! I have no idea why she would decide to turn me into a frog.”

“Maybe it’s because you are a spoiled, arrogant, rich, party prince,” he heard Elain mutter under her breath.

Lucien raised a nonexistent brow. “Ah, so do you have a prejudice against all princes? I’ll have to have a word with Prince Tarquin the next time we hang out. He had such kind words to say about you…such a shame it was not reciprocated.”

“Not all princes…just you,” Elain replied coldly. She began rowing with renewed vigor, splashing water into Lucien’s face.

Lucien sighed, choosing to stand up. This female—a frog—had a bit of fire in her spirit. He stopped Elain’s rowing with a firm grip on the stick.

“At this rate, you’ll be attracting all the predators in the bayou.” He offered her a smile that was sure to irritate her. “Allow me.”

Elain handed him the stick and stomped off to the edge of the raft, as far away from him as possible.

“Are you going to tell me why you don’t like me, or are you going to be sulking the rest of the way back to Colibri?” Lucien asked. Elain folded her gangly green arms across her chest.

“I was third place at the jambalaya contest until you showed up last minute.”

“Oh.” Just as he had suspected.

“And then you bought the property that I’ve been eyeing for the last six months,” Elain continued. “It’s where I wanted to open my cafe and you just took it from me. Like the prize money I so desperately needed to purchase the property.”

“I see.” Well, that was new. Tarquin made it sound like Elain Archeron’s first restaurant was bound to open any day, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case anymore. Lucien frowned slightly: what happened, to cause Elain such a setback?

“And then you turned me into a frog. Before I could dance at Vassa’s ball, too! And I’m supposed to participate in more Mardi Gras cooking contests today, to win more money, but I can’t do that now, can I?” Elain sighed.

It all made sense then, why Elain felt so adamant in calling him spoiled and rich. He had taken two things from her—three, if they included the fact that she now existed as a frog.

“I’m sorry about the jambalaya contest,” was all Lucien could say. He meant it, too. “It was not done intentionally. I…I only wanted to participate in the Mardi Gras festivities.” Elain’s expression softened, her big brown eyes blinking with surprise. Lucien bet she didn’t expect “spoiled rich” princes like him to apologize—ever.

“I…accept your apology,” she responded, looking away quickly.

“I’ll give you the prize money,” Lucien added. For a moment, he wondered if she would take offense, since it was the second time he offered to give her money. But Elain sat up straighter, more alert.

“And the riverfront pavilion?” Lucien was silent for a moment. He’d purchased the property in hopes of renovating it for his mother. Beron’s abusive tendencies had ramped up in the last few months to the point where a new bruise or scratch would appear on his mother’s pale white skin every other day.

Eris had initially raged against Beron for those transgressions, and was promptly given ten lashes on the back. The Vanserra princes were powerless against Beron within the Forest House, but…perhaps a secret residence in another kingdom would grant his mother some safety should she ever decide to break her marriage vows. That was what Lucien had hoped, and his mother’s fondness for sunny days and bustling scenes was what drove him to select the riverfront pavilion.

“We’re still frogs, are we not?”

“But I kissed you!” Elain’s brown eyes turned towards him in disbelief.

“My precise words were: if you help break this curse, I will give you the riverfront pavilion. And the cash value of it on top.” Elain glared sullenly at him. Lucien pointed to the golden, swirling band around his upper arm. “The curse is still intact, yes?”

“I take back my acceptance of your apology.”

“Hmm…I don’t think that’s how it works, princess. Hey!” Elain had flicked water onto his ass. She flicked out a long, pink tongue at him in response. “Can’t have you waltzing off on me, Elain, when I don’t know my way back to Colibri.”

“I don’t know my way around the bayou either.”

“Well. I suppose we’re stuck in this together, princess,” Lucien crooned. Another handful of water smacked onto his backside. “And stop splashing me!”

[therealcalicali]

PREVIEW: WHITE LIES AU - BOOK 3

“Eiriana….” Ivar said as he finally cast his gaze in her direction. “What are you trying to get at this evening?

“You forget that I overhear things. And from what I recall, you and your brothers have made an enemy of King Leif Ericsson. Therefore, any news of you being incapable of fighting would give him reason to strike Kattegat.”

Truth be told, he longed to cause great havoc. Not only against the likes of King Alfred and Värro. But also with Prince Hallmund; whom he blamed for introducing you to his cousin in the first place. However, it seemed wiser to leave such battles for another time.  

“I will make my health a priority.” Ivar relented. “But do not make whispering in my ear, a new habit. That is the duty of my Advisors. Understand?”

“Of course, my King. But also remember, until Queen Y/N’s return,  do not behave like a jilted lover. Break things in private if you must. But desist with these outbursts that cause tongues to wag.”

“Go away, Eiriana!.” Ivar hissed with eyes darkened by rage. He then returned focus to his meal. "I do not want you here when my brother arrives.”

“As you wish.”

“Ronan, you boast a great deal in Värro’s absence.” Princess Tiffally countered; sounding far older than her fifteen years. “But you never make such claims otherwise; even Maester Gilead calls you a braggart.”

“Maester who?”

“You know very well who he is. We have all been under his tutelage; at one time or another.”

“Hmm, the name is still unfamiliar. But then again, I do not make habit of gossiping with servants.”

“But you make habit of placing bets with them.” Eleven year old Princess Dorrit interjected to the amusement of everyone.

As the debate continued, King Daegar set a hand upon the Queen’s own. But though she did not shrink away from his touch, Lythia made it clear that she would protect Värro without his blessings.

“My wife….” King Daegar whispered. “We cannot mistreat Queen Y/N based upon emotion. Moreover, I have already given my word as host and cannot withdraw such a promise.”

“Then my position remains unchanged. Or have you forgotten the girl is wedded to Ivar Ragnarsson?”

“Aye, this I know.”

“Yet, you remain apathetic.”

Though frustrated to no end, King Daegar listened to his wife’s concerns. But without realizing it, a smile soon crossed his face.

“Do you find the subject matter amusing?” Queen Lythia snapped.

“Not at all. It is only that you remind me of my late Aunt; Lady Elastane. She too possessed great wit. However, she could be overprotective to a fault.”

“Well, at lease she would be concerned for Värro.”

“That is hardly fair. I also want the best for him, and the rest of our children.”

Regrettably, his words fell on deaf ears. So as the feast continued, the topic was dropped entirely.

“Father, I would like to join Värro in his duties upon his return.” Prince Ronan abruptly announced to the astonishment of his parents and Ser Barrish. “Obviously, find matters of state to be a chore most times. But perhaps it is high time I participated formally. After all, I am heir to the throne.”

Though wary of Ronan’s sudden show of interest, King Daegar nodded. But Queen Lythia was exceedingly pleased. For it had been her prayer for her two eldest to work side-by-side. And if God was kind, they could even behave more like brothers than feuding rivals.

“This is exhilarating!” Prince Ronan declared with a boyish grin. “Now I can hardly wait for Värro and Queen Y/N’s arrival.”

“Is that true?” Asfrid asked Prince Värro. “You will convince mother to allow me riding lessons?”

Certainly, Torsten’s illness was a source of despair for all aboard the vessel. However, no one felt the impact more than your kindhearted daughter. For this reason, your brother Kori, and Huntsman Icarus provided distractions whenever possible. But on this particular afternoon, Värro volunteered his services.

Thus, as the two chatted in the lounging cabin, he filled Asfrid’s mind with happy thoughts.

“I cannot guarantee your mother's blessings. However, we can improve our chances by taking the right approach.”

“How, may I ask?”

“Firstly, we need to host a proper Name-Day celebration; since hers passed without ceremony. And with you knowing her tastes better than anyone…” Värro said as Asfrid’s eyes widened with anticipation. “You shall take charge.”

“Really?”

With a nod, Värro told Asfrid that she could choose everything down to the last detail. A thought that made her clasp her hands gleefully. But after processing the notion a while longer, your daughter's smile gradually became a pout.

“I have no coin to my name.” Asfrid sadly confessed. “And mother says I cannot carry any until I am much older.”

“Your Highness, it would be an honor to bear the costs. Especially since I requested your guidance in the first place. So, are we surprising your mother…or not? ”

“Oh, yes Prince Värro! And I shall do my very best.”

[time-bone-swap-au]

Time Bone Swap AU

A Hero is Born

Part 1

Part 3

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Tang sighed, arriving at the Noodle Shop with a tired look on his face as he facepalmed into the counter.

Pigsy: Bad day?

Tang: No…they loved the story, it’s just that after, some teachers begun saying ‘Oh why does he care it’s not like it’s useful in the future…’

Tang: I swear…people in this society sound like my parents…

Pigsy: Hear ya go.

Tang: Thanks.

Tang: Waaaait…what’s the catch here?

Pigsy: Just take the noodles you damn freeloader!

Tang shrugged and took his noodles, Mei then dropped by and looked around the shop, confused.

Mei: Heyo!

Tang: Hey Mei.

Mei: Where’s Bai He? She’s not here yet?

Pigsy: She left for the construction site hours ago, she won’t be long.

Tang: Isn’t it getting a little late though?

Mei: Aw shucks! I came here to congratulate her!

Pigsy: Congratulate her? For what?

Mei: For instantly trending online! Look!

Mei showed her phone, on screen was a replay of Bai He’s stream, her getting in trouble with the Demon Bull Family.

Tang:…

Tang: Is that the Demon Bull King?

Pigsy: Heh…how ironic, you were just telling her that today! Must’ve payed those actors a huge ton of money!

Pigsy: And the special effects too, whew, how much money is her streams making?

Tang:…

Pigsy: What’s wrong Tang?

Tang: Mei do you have a tracker on Bai He?

Mei: Hey! How’d you find out I put trackers on everyone?

Tang: Bai He told me, remember that one time I got lost in the other side of the city?

Mei: Right…hmm…

She looked at her phone and checked the coordinates.

Tang: That’s far from the construction site…but close…

Pigsy: Tang is something wrong?

Tang: Bai He doesn’t like the Monkey King stories, there’s no way she would film something she didn’t like just for the sake of views! Get herself in danger? Sure, but if she’s not having fun, she’d rather draft the idea and leave it in the trash!

Tang: Something’s wrong and I’m gonna find out what.

Pigsy: You want me to call backup?

Tang: Are you sure? We haven’t seen him since he went to therapy.

Pigsy: Well it’s either we go there blind or we bring the big dude

Tang:…I’m not taking any chances, call him.

Meanwhile Bai He is panicking in the depths of the Demon Bull King’s lair…she is, currently trying to put a streaming set up so that the whole lair can be filmed.

She flinched as the sounds of fire and metal combine along the lair, as Red Son finishes off his father’s armor.

Red Son: And…that should about do it…

Demon Bull King: It’s…heavy…

Red Son: Ehm…th-that’s because it’s not powered up…yet…

Red Son: The suit absorbs energy to create energy, and what better source than the magic staff that kept you underground!

Princess Iron Fan: We should leave that until we have enough power, my love…

Princess Iron Fan: How’s the setup gamer girl?

Bai He flinched as she finished setting up the camera.

Bai He: Uhm…just about it…so what do you want to do? Like some sort of announcement? Tour? Do I have to interview you or…?

Red Son: We’ll take it from here…

Red Son shoved her out of the way in the arms of a Bull Clone, restrained against her will. After that Red Son opened Twixtch, and started recording.

Meanwhile, Pigsy, Tang, Mei were waiting for Sandy while looking for Bai He.

Mei: Look! Bai He’s live again!

Tang and Pigsy rushed beside Mei, seeing the live recording being played.

Red Son: Citizens! Tis I, Red Son, allow me to introduce my family to the rest of the world!

Tang: Yep…that’s definitely real…

Pigsy: How can you tell?

Red Son: As you may know us from legends of old, Well I’m here to tell you, that we are as real as the screen may tell you!

Red Son: For centuries the Monkey King has long trapped my father underneath a mountain, stopping him from dominating this pathetic world! And now, his time has come to rise again!

Red Son looked at his father with grace, with each stomp, the camera shook, his presence mortifying and dominant.

Pigsy:…I see now…

Demon Bull King: This message is for you…Sun Wukong…

Demon Bull King: Refrain from intervening…lest I show you no mercy…

Demon Bull King: Starting with her…

Bai He gulped as the Demon Bull King stared at her, eyes terrified for her life, the Demon Bull King knew it was impossible to kill the Monkey King, might as well threaten a few innocent lives just for him to know his place…

After all he did care about the mortal realm, more than anything…

Princess Iron Fan: Turn it off…we’re done here…

The live ended.

Tang: Oh come on! Where is he?!

Pigsy: Tang calm down, unless the Monkey King doesn’t show up-

Tang: Of course he’s gonna show up Pigsy! The guy’s a hero sure, but he’s reckless than a moth drawn to a light bulb! What if Bai He gets beaten to a pulp before he arrives?!

Sandy: Uhm…am I interrupting something?

Sandy shows up, holding a drill in his hand eyes glowing intimidately. Pigsy looks at him nervously…

Pigsy: Guys…meet, Sandy…

Sandy: The call I got was a lot to take in…

Sandy: You know what I do to guys that disrupt the peace?

Mei, Tang and Pigsy, shook a little

Tang: Uhm…Pigsy…was Sandy always…this scary?

Sandy approached them, slowly mimicking the Demon Bull King’s mannerisms.

Sandy: I help them out of course!

Pigsy: Wh…What?

Sandy: Heya Tangy! You lookin pretty sweaty there, need some tea to calm down?

Tang: Oh! Uhm, don’t mind if I do, Sandy…

Tang: Mei…this is uhm…Sandy…the backup we talked about…

Mei: Backup? He looks like the only thing he could kill is your nerves!

Sandy: It’s my own blend of anti-stress fruits! It really brings the heart-rate down!

Pigsy growled in frustration.

Pigsy: Sandy! What happened to you?!

Pigsy: Where’s the angry, glass-joint, fist-throwing buddy I used to know?!

Sandy: Oh well…my therapist said I really needed to calm down. That’s why I started drinking tea, doing yoga, investing in therapy cats really helps…

Tang: Yeah well…we’ll need you help a little guy…mind drilling down here? My daughter is uhm…trapped in there.

Sandy: Sure! Anything for a friend…but I’m telling you bud, if things get hairy, I’ve changed, I don’t go around pickin’ fights no more…

Pigsy groaned in frustration…but was slightly understanding of Sandy’s predicament

Bai He panicked internally as the Demon Bull King scrolled through ‘rare items’ and soon left to leave the staff for last while Red Son prepare the army for total world domination.

Also to guard the staff.

She uttered her last words in her brain, incredibly terrified.

Red Son: *Sigh* It’s really unfortunate for you Gamer Girl, always liked your streams…

Red Son: Pity I’ll have to kill you if the Monkey King shows up…

Bai He: Maybe don’t? I mean, he hasn’t been active in a while and uhm…it’s not like he’s coming for us now…right…?

Red Son thought about it, and did consider it strange

Red Son: Yes…odd…we sent that message a moment ago…now that Father is wreaking chaos he should be here by now…

Red Son: There were no announcements that he was retired…

Red Son: Did he get full of himself during those 500 years?

Bai He: Wait…you don’t know how he disappeared?

Red Son: Of course I don’t know! What? You think we would go up to the domain of the Monkey King, drop by and say ‘Mind if you let my father out of his mountain for a second?!’

Bai He: But his place is surrounded by the Flaming Mountains, don’t you and Princess Iron Fan live there?

Red Son: We used to, we moved some place else, after all if the Monkey King had the guts to seal my father under a mountain, he’d certainly have the guts to go back for my family just to be sure.

Red Son: Wait a minute, why do you know that?!

Bai He’s face expressed a nervous reaction yet remained having a smile.

Bai He: My…father…he uhm…he’s a history teacher…

She explained, peeking Red Son’s interest.

Tang, Pigsy, Sandy and Mei screamed as a swarm of Bull Clones headed towards them, Sandy broke the floor creating a wall to protect them, apologizing straight after.

Tang: Traps? Bull Clones! Ohhh this is a nightmare! We’re never gonna make it in time!

Pigsy: Would you get a hold of yourself?! They ain’t gonna kill her yet…

Pigsy: Whoever this monkey King is he’s obviously very clever not to intervene when there’s a hostage involved!

Tang: CLEVER?! CLEVER?! Have you even heard the legends?! Half the time the Monkey King had to SAVE HIS MASTER WHO WAS ABOUT TO BE EATEN!

Mei: Alright you two, less talk we gotta navigate this place more!

Meanwhile both Bai He and Red Son are sitting together.

Red Son: And she said I couldn’t do it! That I couldn’t bend the staff to my will, but I did! Ha! Take that mother!

Bai He: Not gonna lie, your mother sounds like a jerk to you…

Red Son: No, she isn’t! She’s just been hurt because father has been trapped for so long…

Bai He: That doesn’t justify being a jerk…

Red Son:…Yeah…I do wish she’d take it easy a bit…y’know…I mean, I can be strong in different ways!

Bai He: Yeah you can! I mean you built a gauntlet that can hold the Monkey King’s staff! That’s not an easy feat!

Red Son: I know right! It’s impressive!

Bai He: And this super base with all the bull clones was your idea!

Red Son: Yeah…yeah! You get it! I mean just look at this place! Everywhere has been touched by the genius of modern technology!

Red Son: I even made that impressive suit he’s wearing!

Bai He: You should really have some credit for yourself…it’s sad to see some of that potential wasted…

A loud bang was heard throughout the room.

Tang: Bai He!

Bai He: Mom!

Red Son: Wait…wait hold on…

Bai He: Hm?

Red Son: Your…mom?

Bai He: Oh yeah, I call my father my mom, cause he kinda acts like a mom than a dad…?

Red Son: Oh…oh okay…

Red Son: Ahem! Listen here you peasants! What do you think you’re doing, trespassing into the lair of the Demon Bull King?!

He looked at them, brows furrowed.

Mei: We’re here to rescue my friend, dingus!

Red Son: You? Ha! A couple of civilians playing hero? Well, let me show you what happens to HEROES!

Red Son summons the gauntlet and grabs Sun Wukong’s staff.

The staff sort of moves on its own creating destruction everywhere.

Pigsy: Ok…we are in a bit of a…disadvantage…

Tang: What are we gonna do?! It’s Monkey King’s staff, that thing’s not gonna budge on its own!

Tang: That thing probably weighs the size of a huge building!

They hide behind some crates before Red Son destroys it.

Bai He: Hey, dude…mind not completely obliterating my family?

Red Son: Oh…uhm…well…

Red Son: Bull Clones! Get them!

The army of Bull Clones all ambush the main crew as they separate running from the clones.

Red Son:…

Red Son: What do I do with this…?

He asks himself, then looks at Mei who’s completely demolishing the Bull Clones with her dragon form.

Red Son: Ok gamer girl, I kinda like you, not in a weird way, but can I at least knock her out?

Bai He:…

Bai He: Hold on I’m thinking…

Bai He:…

Bai He: Yeah why not?

Immediately Red Son uses the staff to try and knock Mei unconscious.

As he does the battle begins to ensue with Mei vs Red Son, causing a huge turn of events that leaves the crew and the Bull Clones baffled.

Tang: Come on Bai He, let’s go!

Bai He: What about Mei?

Pigsy: She’s handling herself just fine!

A huge crash was heard around the room, causing Red Son to drop the staff.

Bai He: I can’t leave her there!

Bai He rushes towards Mei’s aid…

Tang: Bai He!

The Bull Clones notice and begin to scatter on her.

Upon adrenaline she dodges the clones, despite her lack of experience.

Lifting the staff and swatting it at Red Son…

…

…

…

Red Son: No way! How could you possibly lift Monkey King’s staff?!

[coffeecat1983]

Even a Hero has his Secrets (Mario Movie AU One-shot)

A prompt from a friend set me onto writing this out. Enjoy!

  Luigi looked up from his book as the bedroom door opened and Mario shuffled in. His older twin's shoulders were slumped, and he looked worn out. Glancing at the clock, Luigi saw it was only ten-thirty.      "Hey, you're back early." he said. Mario didn't reply, he just began changing for bed. Luigi sat up, feeling worried.      "Mario? Why're you home so early?"      "It's nothin', Lu, we just decided to call it an early night." Mario said softly.    Luigi looked away, giving Mario a moment to change. After he finished, the 18-year-old turned on the TV and grabbed one of the NES controllers, taking a seat on the bed.      "What happened?" Luigi pressed, still concerned. "You were really looking forward to tonight. Did something bad happen? I mean this isn't the first date you've called off early, and it just-" he stopped as Mario grunted in frustration, pausing the game.      "Lu, can we not do this?!" he snapped, "We called it a night, I'm home, it's not a big deal!" He immediately regretted his tone when he saw the look on Luigi's face. He set the controller aside and sighed, running his fingers through his hair.      "Sorry, it's just I already got the third degree from dad tonight."    Luigi came over and sat by him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I didn't want to upset you." he said gently. Mario leaned into him.      "It's okay, I know you're just worried."    They sat there in silence for a while, until Mario spoke, his voice low.      "Hey Lu?"      "Hmm?"    Mario pulled away, sitting upright. He stared at the floor and Luigi could tell he was thinking hard about something.      "What if..." Mario hesitated, "I mean;" he stopped and took a deep breath. "Luigi, what would you think of me if I was 'different'?"      "Different?" Luigi parroted, tilting his head. "Different how?"    Mario looked lost. "I, I mean," he seemed to lose his nerve. "Nothin', nevermind."    Not knowing what else to do, Luigi just hugged him with a soft "Love you, bro."

5 years later, in the Mushroom Kingdom...

   It was late evening as the Bros returned to their little mushroom house. Going in, Mario listened as Luigi chatted excitedly.      "Never been to a garden party before, that was fun!" Luigi said as he pulled off his boots. Mario smirked as he hung up his hat.      "Was it the party you liked, or was it Princess Daisy? You two seemed to hit it off."    Luigi turned bright red, nearly matching his brother's shirt. "I um, well she's nice and didn't mind talkin' to me and I kinda, I was thinking of asking her out." he mumbled as he followed Mario into the living room. Mario raised an eyebrow at him, his smirk growing.      "Well look at you, mister ladies' man," he grinned. Luigi flopped on the couch with a groan.      "Don't tease! I'm nervous enough as it is!" He looked at his older bro. "Hey, what if you ask out Peach and we make it a double date? I'm pretty sure she likes you, 'Mustache'."    Mario froze, looking trapped. He sat on the other end of the couch.      "Yeah, Lu, I don't think that's gonna happen." he said softly.    Luigi felt a pang of guilt when he saw the lost look in his eyes.       "Woah, Mario, I was just kidding around there. I mean yeah she does seem to like you, and there was talk at the party that you two would make a good couple. I mean, maybe give it a chance? You haven't been on a date in forever."    Mario got up and silently went to the bedroom. More than worried now, Luigi followed and stood in the doorway as his brother curled up on the bed, his back to the door. Not wanting to take the hint, Luigi sat beside him.      "Mario? Please, what did I say?" He grew more alarmed at the tearful reply.      "It's not you, Lu, it's me."    Mario sat up; arms folded around himself as tears trickled down his face. He pulled away as Luigi tried to put a hand on his shoulder.      "Please talk to me," Luigi said gently. Mario let out a shuddering breath.      "You ever wonder why my dates almost always ended early? Why I've never gone steady before?"    Luigi paused; what his brother said was true, none of his dates seemed to work out, and he hadn't even gone with anyone to their high school prom.      "I, I kinda just thought you hadn't found anyone you liked," Luigi finally replied, "but then I saw how you are with Peach, and figured, you know."     "I do like her," Mario said, "just not like that."    Something tickled the back of Luigi's mind and it hit him. "Wait, does this have anything to do with what you said when we were teens? About being 'different'?"    His words brought a fresh flood of tears as Mario nodded. It didn't seem possible, but he curled up tighter, drawing his knees to his chest. He whispered something and Luigi felt his heart break.      "You think I'd hate you?" Luigi pulled at him, coaxing Mario into a warm hug as he pressed their foreheads together. "I'd never hate you over this," he whispered, "you're still the best brother in the world and you always will be."    Moving so his face was buried against Luigi's shoulder, Mario clung to his little brother's shirt. After a while his breathing evened out as he calmed down, and he sat up, rubbing at his eyes.      "Thanks, Lu." he sniffled. He then felt worried. "Mamma mia, what are mom and dad gonna say? Dad already thinks I'm a disaster as it is."      Luigi folded his arms. "Dad can keep his opinion to himself. Mom however, that's easy." Mario looked at him, curious.      "She'd ask when are you gonna find a handsome prince to bring home to the family." Luigi smirked.    Mario couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. "Lu, I love you!"      "Love you too, bro."

By "CC"

[sandbees]

I have a idea for an au-

There’s this web-toon called “Who made me a princess?” Or as it’s alternatively titled “Suddenly became a princess one day”, it follows the story of a South Korean girl who was reincarnated into Athanasia de Alger Obelia, a character who originally starred in the novel “The lovely Princess”.

In the novel the original Athanasia was ruthlessly executed by her father, the emperor, after being framed with of poisoning her older step-sister, the so called “golden child”.

Well what if? After what happened to the original Athanasia, she reincarnates into Yuu? With her memories intact and all and gets transported to the twst world?

Oh! I loved reading Who Made Me a Princess! Though I haven’t given much thought with OG Athanasia.

Honestly, I think OG! Athanasia would be going through a heartbroken phase, she’s a little quiet and a little despondent for awhile.

She has to face reality and get a wake up call; after the mirror states she has nowhere to return to. Her father killed her in cold blood, he never returned her love to him once.

Honestly, if Athy had any magic, I’m sure she’d fit in well with Pomfiore (even if she’s a girl).

In terms of her interacting characters, I think she’d dislike troublemakers, such as Ace or Floyd. (Though Floyd might like Athy??? Idk Floyd seems to like anyone interesting and not boring)

Also, HAHAHAAHHA RIDDLE AND ATHY WITH PARENT PROBLEMS- No but seriously both of them felt so pressured with their mom/dad and they definitely didn’t get enough love as children, so I can see them bonding over those feelings.

And also Trey might look at Athy and notice the signs and say, “Yeah, let’s help this poor underclassmen out.”

Oh! And definitely she’d be close with Leona due to the similarities (both second best to their better sibling). I could see them snarking their siblings in private.

Hmm…speaking of Pomfiore…maybe Athy could find solace hanging out there? I’m thinking that Athy used to put on makeup and the such to make her father notice her a lot more. Being around the Pomfiore trio, they could help her realize that she can put on makeup for herself, creating her own identity.

In the end, I think my vision for this AU would focus on Athy gaining her own identity out of being the Black Sheep of her family and being her own self….alongside helping the cast with their own character developments.

[lixhive]

terms & strawberries | trailer one!

pairing: kim taehyung x female!oc | au: fwb! college! genre: fluff, angst & suggestive?! | rating: nc17 | wc: 900+

synopsis: it was supposed to be a simple friends with benefits relationship but, when celeste starts one with taehyung there seems to be some terms and conditions they need to agree on.

warnings: cursing! swears! suggestive! author's note: this is a trailer to a new series i've been writing for a bit. this is a small trailer/teaser and i will post another trailer in the future. the official post date for the series will be around october!

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“Why is your room so empty?” “I’m moving into one of the apartments close by. I’ve been packing.” Leste says as her robe slides off her shoulder. Too busy to notice, she feels a finger poke her back. “What was that for?” Hitting his hand away. “You have a tattoo?!” Shock wasn’t even the word to describe what Taehyung was feeling right now. “That’s why there was makeup on my coat.”

Feeling another poke, she hit his hand away. “You’re going to have to get used to my touch at some point, Princess.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then stop poking me like I’m an experiment.” 

“Do you need anything else? I need to get ready and leave.” “Nope,” he smirks while taking a seat on the bed. Rolling her eyes, Celeste starts going through your dresser and takes out some clothes. Taehyung’s phone goes off and he answers. Based on the conversation, it was Jimin. “Hmm? No, I’m not too busy.” Taking the chance, you changed into a pair of jeans as Tae wasn’t looking. Or at least that’s what she thought. 

Pulling up the jeans, to hear a cough from behind. Looking back at him, Taehyung was definitely watching her. Still, on the phone, he was responding to Jimin but he was certainly distracted. “Mhmm, yup.” I’m already regretting this stupid contract. Taking off the robe, she threw it at him, covering his head. “I’ll call you back.” He hangs up the phone and pulls the robe off his head. 

“Don’t start getting shy now…” he teases. “Kiss. My. Ass.” “Say. Please.” A boxy smile appears on his face. She still has her pajama shirt on. “You’re so infuriating.” “And if I kiss you right now, will that statement stay the same?” Raising an eyebrow towards her, she feels her ears heat up. “Kim Taehyung, it hasn’t even been a day. Keep it in your pants.”

“I’ll try.” Celeste turns back around and looks for a top to put on. Even while she was looking, she could tell his eyes were still on her. She even hears his footsteps get closer. “I’ll get going then…” “Good riddance,” she sighs. “However, I do have a question.” At this point, Leste could feel him standing right behind her. “Is lace just your favorite fabric or…?” “Will it matter if you’re going to be taking it off of me?” Looking him in his eyes, she asks the question and gives him a little smile.

“You need to study. I remember being asked to help study,” she smirk. Celeste couldn’t help it though. Having some power over him made it funny. There’s a groan from him but he doesn’t expect a kiss from her. But when she does, he's more surprised that it happens. Her hands are in his hair, and her arms are wrapped around his neck. He’s just in awe. 

“Better?” Pulling away slightly, to look him in the eyes. Not surprised that it seems she's started something that can't be stopped, but she laughs at the fact that he’s speechless. He nods his head and stays completely quiet. Does he want another kiss? At this point, nothing productive would get done.

“Why are you laughing at me?” “No reason…” She kisses him again and the response is larger than last time. His chest is right against hers. His body is pressed up against hers and can clearly understand that there’s going to be no studying. Soon enough, Tae’s lips leave Leste's and start to make their way from her jaw to her collarbone.

"Taehyung…" "Mhmm," a hum comes from him, and he simply lifts her up. Truthfully Celeste didn’t expect it to happen as quickly as it did. His touch is soft but it’s firm. Softly, Taehyung sets her down on her back. His hands simply explored any exposed skin. “Was this your plan all along?” Leste asks in a hushed tone. His head comes up slowly. Lips slightly bruised from all the making out. Curled messy hair that she could run his hands through. Raising an eyebrow, “what plan?” He was still littering kisses on her tummy.

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Tae pouts while snuggling more. For a moment, she stays quiet and a tiny sigh leaves her lips. Celeste stretches a bit and sits up. Just as she does, Yeontan wakes up and looks around. “You’re just like your owner, huh?” A yawn comes out of her but she quickly pushes it aside. 

“I liked it better when you were moody,” Celeste says quietly. “What was that, Princess?” A devilish smile appears on his face and now she's ready to mess with him. Silent, Celeste gets up from the couch and stretches a little. “Let’s go on a walk.” Hearing the word walk Yeontan goes running to Tae’s room to come back with his leash. 

Only in shorts and a shirt, Celeste doesn’t think anything of it. “It’s a bit chilly out now, here.” Taehyung throws a sweater toward her. As she fixes it, she takes a peek at Taehyung and realizes this was the sweater he was wearing. 

“What, no thank you?” He scoffs. And just to mess with him, she walks up to him. Without any hesitation, Leste cups his face and kisses him. Not giving him time to react, she pulls away and walks away as if she had never done anything. “Ready for the walk?”

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Meister ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Extra 1 "

*Note : Extra are canon rewrites or what really happened in before and after the events.*

"Real World AU 2006 A.D."

"Hang Castle/Mystic Mansion Zone"

Egg Pawn A : Orders from the Hang Castle Security Force executive officer. Over an hour ago, Lord Grim has information that we had remains that are the leftovers from the year of Shadow himself. Shadow has caught the attention of his father and Black Arms leader Black Doom, who has been jailed for a quite sometime since he started the invasion, Adeleine's creation Drawcia, who was presumed to be defeated after her loss to Kirby and co has now resurrected into a human started a science corporation of her own, a mad man known as Eggman Negative who came from Blaze's world isn't a clone, but somehow a descendant that came from 200 years in the future.

Egg Pawn B : More importanlty, 2006 is going to be the worst year for Sonic the Hedgehog, but luckily, Sonic's worst year maybe an ordeal for him, Sonic and a princess named Elise were ordered by Homura Akemi, a girl who time traveled from the 2010s, told them that the flame of Hope, Solaris, would eventually cause indefinite time loop break, Causing Sonic 06's plot to be restarted.

Egg Pawn A : Correct. But apparently, Solaris, the so-called god of the sun, is not the threat to Real World AU, but an entity named Dark Nebula, pseudo ruler of the underworld is looking for a body that will make him and the strongest. The body that would make him powerful is the heart and soul of the King of the Phantonian, the powerful race of Phanto that dominated the galaxy before humanity's birth and descendants to the 14-year old girl Maka Albarn.

[cuts to the Reaper's Throne Room]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : So after a bodacious time loop that Sonic caused to retcon the plot of Sonic 06, here we are in a time loop to find out what really hapened here. So, all evidence sonic's universe have been erased, and the cause of that, I'm beginning there are some evidence of we don't know what's going to happen. Believe it that me and my men are in time reset, this was all a plan from Yoshikage Kira person in the first place.

*door opening*

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Hmm?

Seto : Happy new year, Master!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Huh?

[Special Relaxies - Kenichi Tokoi]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Did this happened in a time reset loop?

Seto : What's it look like to it? Yeah, I know. We are in a time reset, where 2006 just been retconned by the game's events, Sonic 06 was trash anyway.

Solva : Yeah, Kinda feel much that Sonic 06 was just reseted, I mean, if the events were here to be like this, wouldn't it be that the recolor Mephiles was behind all of this nonsense, Solaris blown out in a Retcon. We're all glad that we began to celebrate New Year parties.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You realized that New Year's eve and New Year's was passed before Martin Luther King Jr day, you know that?

[Record scratch]

Seto : You're right, we need to change our clothes, don't know how wearing a tuxedo and japanese clothing to celebrate the new year's, same goes to you, Solva.

Solva : For realsies! Let's get into our normal clothing. Like we always do!

[scene flips]

Solva : Ha, that's better. So now that the game's plot has reset time and we're in this excursion to break a time loop curse, how are we gonna solve the events of Maka not being the hero of Soul World, what could be another way to figure it out this mess?

Silver : You only needed to have something that have it's plot retcon, that's how stories are rewritten in all most natural causes.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You are...?

Silver : Silver the Hedgehog, from 200 years in Sonic's world.

"Silver the Hedgehog : Hedgehog from the Bad Future".

[Dreams of an Absolution by Bentley Jones plays]

Seto : What, we don't remember you coming down here.

Solva : So the hedgehog of the 06 game has decided to comeback for a retcon. Are you here for Iblis or what?

Silver : No! I' I'm looking for Eggman Nega and you gotta tell me where he is perhaps that I would guarantee you ladies would give me a proper sighting to find Eggman Nega! So I suggested that--[Seto pulls his ear, disciplining him] Ow! Ow! Ow! Watch where your pulling ear!

Seto : First of all, I'm Seto the Deathless, and second, your are being rude to us and master Grim! Shouldn't your mother taught you some manners!?

Silver : Okay! Okay! I'm sorry that I acted like a jerk in Rivals! Pinky promise! I swear!

Solva : Seto. Release him. (releases him)

Seto : Alright, future boy. How did you come back after Sonic 06 retconned. I mean you say that "It's no use", but you're the one that is useless after Blaze was nowhere to be seen after the reset.

Silver : She went back to another dimension, I meant to say the dimension, her homeworld. So now...I just discovered that everyone has turned into collectible items called Cards and it's only a thing in Rivals.

Seto : Wait, who turned everyone into collectibles?

Silver : Egman Nega.

Seto : Woah, woah, woah! You can't say racial things like that on TV!

Solva : No, Seto. I believe "Nega" is short for "Negative". Just because it's not a racial slur, doesn't mean that Negative is the definitive of someone saying "No" or someone that is an evil doppelganger.

Seto : So that guy from Sonic Rush is actually from 200 years in the future?

Silver : Yes! It happened during the 2006 reset! And I discovered that before Dark Nebula would soon be unleashed to cover the galaxy in darkness. Now I'm going to understand how everything happened in the year of 06 before Sonic retcon the plot and reset everything in order of how did things happened before.

Seto : Well...I do believe so. On the occasion, we decided that only one hero that will save Real World AU in in this reset time loop in order to find out what the cause of this.

Maka Albarn : Seto, Grim. How long have I been awake after I found out the world of Soul Eater isn't real?

Seto : Hey, Kid. So you finally manage wake up after Lord Nightmare put you in a sleeping spell or something, ah yes, Lord Nightmare was the one who put you in a sleepy beauty after finding out that Maka.

"Maka Albarn : Hero of a Forgotten World".

Solva : So yeah, You woke up from a fantasy before, and I didn't expect you to woke for three years after you were on a sleeping Beauty curse. There's one teensy weensy problem. How come you haven't aged a bit?

Maka Albarn : Well that's because I was in a curse and suddenly, time did has lost it's effect on me. Don't where did I get that from? Probably in the year 2017 perhaps. This is why the states of the rocky mountains or the western states. Guess calling myself a western is no bigger problem.

Solva : Yeah, I doubt about that. While you dreaming, you were one of the trio that you never forged with, a story of three that wields weapon-turning humans that absorbs the essence of the souls of bad people called "evil", right? And evil isn't nice. That's why we decided to prefer "evil" people to be called "Heartless", those creatures that are from the heart of a person. Those souls of evil were the souls of a million heartless that the weapons have been feeding on heartless.

Seto : Heartless? Hey, yeah! I remember those guys! They're the ones who attacked this castle and rumor has it, they've been under the influence of Demon Vibe that were getting it's attention on the destroying the Kusakabe Legacy! That bastard Darkside Death had his tricks up his sleeves again. Oh yeah, heartless don't have sleeves.

Maka Albarn : Than...that means, have been in a sleeping curse for three years? All of this was a lie wasn't? If there was never a God that I defeat, then I realize I've been stubborn fool when I hero of the story! Where's Black Star, Death the Kid.

Silver : What? Who's Black Star and Death the Kid. We don't know any of those guys.

Maka Albarn : You don't remember them? Did I even think that we were and two boys and a girl trio? Soul Eater revolves around a story of three! We were two guys and a Girl trio that is us! Why can't I remember anything! How long have been in Soul Eater's story!

Seto : Because, Maka. To tell from the eyes of truth, there is no world of Soul Eater! There is no Kishin, and there is no such thing as Madness! Don't you get Maka, you were living in a fantasy all this time, it's only a dream inside your head. The author that made Soul World only wanted to impress Japan by making money! And you were just a civilian born on an alien sanctuary on the planet Jupiter, for years and you've been into a sudden fruition!

Maka Albarn : A fruition, so have I been living in a fantasy the entire time and nobody would notice the truth? If I existed in the Real World, then where is everyone from Soul World before?

Seto : All of them existed here in the Real World, the name Soul Eater was just a play on words from Sega, like One Piece and Bleach. All manga and anime titles have a play on words. [referring to somebody] Jackasses. And I found two expulsion letters from that were in top-secret files. These are the ones that had a nasty attitude have discovering their whereabouts of the world of Soul Eater and Shinra Kusakabe himself.

Maka Albarn : These are Black Star and Death the Kid's expulsion letters.

Seto : And I also have this note. (reads note with glasses) "I now realize that we being a two guys and a girl trio is like the most overpowered in the Japanese mangaka/Anime industry. What a joke to Maka Albarn thinking that we're Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura of Soul Eater"! My god, I now realize that Soul Eater isn't a story of one, it's a story of three! I recognize that trope, two guys and one girl. And that is you, Maka. You were part of a trope that became incredible usable. But it's also alternative for Two Girls and a Guy trop, like us! Death the Kid and the Thompsons are a Two girls and one guy trio. That's kind of a mix up. (continues reading) "So after finding out we've been expelled from Soul World, we will never trust maka for being a stubborn brat who cares about a punk kid named Crona".

Solva : Do you know what that means?

Seto : I'm beginning one certain answer to explain this to Maka Albarn, she's still a target to Heartless!

*beeping*

Computer Voice : You got...(in Joe's voice) MAAAAAAAAIL!!!

Seto : An email? I didn't remember emails on my computer. Hold on.

*double click*

Seto : What the--? It's from Carson City!

Solva : Carson City, you say? I don't know much about Carson City. That's a city in the U.S. Maka, you do know your states and capitals, when did you learned this at school.

Maka Albarn : [thinking] States and capitals...States and capitals...[determined] I do know about states and capitals. I learned at school in San Francisco when I was only a little girl. I know of a state where Carson City is the capital of...It's Nevada.

Seto : What? Nevada, you say? That's where the remaining half of the Ohkuboverse is! Nevada's being in peril with that so-called manga! Why is Nevada being a major setting for a world of a Japanese manga?

Maka Albarn : I'll tell you why Nevada's in peril...it's because of the Ohkuboverse that we're living in.

Seto : ...What?

Maka Albarn : Yeah, I finally figured it out what's going on. You're not gonna like it.

"Meanwhile in Nevada..."

"Carson City, Nevada..."

Dry Bones : (seeing through binoculars) Now then...What are you up to now, you crazy sons of b*tches. Hmm?

[Tails in Trouble - Takahito Eguchi]

[heartless growling and laughing sinisterly]

Dry Bones : Why are the hearless are coming? Wait, the Heartless coming...The heartless are coming! [outbursts] THE HEARTLESS ARE COMING!!! THE HEARTLESS ARE COMING!

Sheriff Dust : Ain't no way that they had come to this day! Nobody makes a mess on our turf. Alright, boys! Let Ol' Sheriff Dust Bone take care of the people of this here city! And we mean business!

"Sheriff Dust Bones : Carson City Sheriff"

Sheriff Dust : Giddy up, Partners! We got some vermins that are plaguing our state! Let's take them down for Nevada...ALL FOR OUR COUNTRY!

Dry Cowboy : ALL FOR OUR COUNTRY!

~ Extra 1 : War on Nevada ~

[skeksha97]

Meeting SkekNor:

Note: This is for a good friend of mine in the fandom called Limbo for Eternal Love: A Dark Crystal AU. I will be adding their Oc to my story as I thought it would be a nice shoutout and I wanted to see what they thought of meeting SkekSha and the other Skeksis for the first time. This would also be a preview for an upcoming chapter in my story.

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A few days after her encounter with Aughra, SkekSha is sitting on her throne. SkekSo had sent a message to some Vapra Gelfling known as the Merchant and their honored “guest” as really SkekSo wanted to drain them of their essence. However, what the Skeksis weren’t expecting was that this Gelfling was no Gelfling. From the moment the guest walked into the throne room however, SkekSha realized right away that this Gelfling was no Gelfling at all but another Skeksis. A Skeksis that none of the Skeksis at the Castle recognized. SkekLi who had now been announcing SkekSha to visitors to the Castle and who had been acting as her new bodyguard in SkekNa’s place stated "You stand in the presence of SkekSha of the Skeksis. Mate to Emperor SkekSo and Mother to his heirs Princess SkekZi, SkekVrie the First Lieutenant, SkekNi the Healer and SkekVex the Overseer. The Empress of the Skeksis.”

This new Skeksis was clearly nervous from the moment she walked into the room as she bowed respectfully and said “Your Grace! It is wonderful to finally meet you. Forgive me but I believe once laid eyes on you before when I was much younger. You look as beautiful as I remember you. Of course back then I had no idea who you were.” SkekSha then said with a kind smile as some of the other Skeksis looked at the newcomer with much interest “What is your name?” To which the female Skeksis said “My name is SkekNor your Grace.” SkekSha then called “Podlings!” Causing two Podling servants to come bumbling out at once as she said “This poor Skeksis looks famished. Please get her something to eat.” The Podlings nodded and immediately ran off to the kitchento prepare some food for the Merchant as SkekSha stated to SkekSil, SkekVar, SkekZok, SkekLach, SkekOk, SkekEkt and SkekLi “Skeksis this new friend of ours should be given a proper welcome. SkekEkt please make some robes for SkekNor.” Causing SkekEkt to reply as she bowed “Yes your Grace, I will work on new robes for SkekNor at once.” Before she went off to start making SkekNor some better clothing as SkekSha said “Tell me SkekNor have you ever tasted Gelfling essence before?” SkekNor then said with reply “No your Grace I haven't. I’ve been living amongst Gelfling ever since I can remember. Why would I ever consider consuming their essence?” SkekZieZu answered “Because to live here at the Castle with us you’ll need to learn our ways. Recently we’ve been consuming Gelfling essence as our bodies have been decaying and failing. It’s helped us restore our youth. You should really try some.” Then SkekZi walked up and handed SkekNor a bottle of essence as SkekSha stated “That is my eldest daughter SkekZi. She brings you a serving of essence to try. I promise you won’t regret it and you’ll feel really good.” After sniffing it and then cautiously taking a sip SkekNor just like the others couldn't help herself but drink the whole bottle as she said feeling much more youthful “You were right your Grace. It does taste really good and I also feel so much younger.”

Just then SkekSo walked into the throne room and said hearing all the commotion as he walked towards his throne “What’s going on darling?” To which SkekSha replied “Emperor, you know that Vapran Gelfling you asked for?” Causing him to nod as she stated “Well…the Merchant is no Gelfling but is in fact another one of us.” SkekSo then laid his eyes on SkekNor and stated "Hmm…intriguing.” SkekNor immediately bowed with respect as she said growing nervous as she was quite scared of him having heard from the Gelfling of SkekSo’s nature especially his protective nature around SkekSha “Emperor, I’m grateful to be in your presence.” Unlike SkekSha though SkekSo was a lot more direct and to the point as he said with a light growl “What is your name Merchant?” Causing SkekNor to reply nervously as she shifted just a little out of nervousness “SkekNor your highness.” Wanting to know why she hadn't shown herself to the other Skeksis before SkekSo said as he eyed her up clearly trying to establish his authority over her from the start as he said “Why haven't you shown up here before SkekNor?” To which she replied “Honestly I had no idea that there were other Skeksis besides myself your highness. I grew up amongst the Vapra and was accepted into a family of Gelfling. I saw your mate once on what I assume now would of been one of her many trips to meet with the All-Madura and was taken back by how beautiful she was and still is. I also saw SkekUng once when I was younger but he scared me quite a bit unlike your mate. I heard about the rumors circulating throughout the Gelfling about our race being traitors and I came to the conclusion that I had to bring myself before you and your court as I knew Gelfling would start growing suspicious of me as well and I probably wouldn't be safe amongst them for much longer so I left my Gelfling family. They were heartbroken when I left but since they did love me very much they knew it was probably the best option for me. I understand now that our race is my true family. If you don’t accept me though I understand. I know you all have your ranks established and wouldn't want to get in the way if it’s a bother to you.” Feeling touched by SkekNor’s story SkekSha stated “Of course we welcome you to live amongst us SkekNor. The more allied with each other we are the better our future will be. Isn’t that right Sire?” As she looked to SkekSo hoping that her mate would accept their new friend even though she knew he would be suspicious of her as she’d have to earn her place amongst them just as all the other Skeksis did and SkekSo said with a growl “Darling may I remind you that we’ve only just met this Skeksis. We don’t know a whole lot about her and wether or not we could trust her.” Trying to win favor with SkekSo and show that she can be useful SkekNor stated “Emperor let me prove myself to you. Allow me to serve under your mate for a while.” Immediately growing protective over his mate however SkekSo says with a growl again “Absolutely not!” SkekSha though states liking the idea “Oh babe come on you are being ridiculous. I would love to have help from another female Skeksis. Sometimes female Skeksis feel the most comfortable talking to other females about certain things that a male wouldn’t understand.” SkekSo then grumbled slightly before he stated “Fine! SkekNor I will allow you to serve under my beautiful mate as you suggested however if you give me any reason at all to believe you a threat especially to her then I won't be as reasonable and you will be punished severely. Surely you are aware that I am not at all merciful to those that displease me.” To which SkekNor nods as she said in reply “Yes Emperor I understand.”

SkekSo then stated his terms with her as he said “You will take care of the Empress’s needs as she requests of you. You will help her get ready in the morning, help her dress and whatever else she requires assistance with. In return you will have a much better roof over your head and a meal every night with us. Is that understood?” Causing the Merchant to reply "Yes your highness I accept your terms and conditions. I will prove my worth to you and all the other Skeksis here in court that I belong here.” Afterwards, SkekSo answered “Good, your duty starts from this moment on. Be assured that I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” She then bows as she replied “Yes Emperor, with haste.” Before she went over and stood by SkekSha’s throne. SkekSha then said with a whisper “Don’t worry, he’ll warm up to you. Right now with the possibility of a Gelfling Resistance growing he’s under a lot more stress then usual. He also worries about me a lot so don’t take it the wrong way, you’ll be a permanent figure in court in due time.” Making SkekNor state in reply “Thank you your Grace.” Causing SkekSha to reply “Please call me by name. You don’t need to address me formally all the time. I’m not my mate when it comes to formality in court.” Only for SkekNor to reply “It’s no problem your Grace really. But if you are alright with it then I’ll call you however you want me to.” SkekSha then said trying to make SkekNor feel better knowing she was probably a little stressed out and nervous “I think you’ll be a wonderful addition to the court SkekNor.” To which SkekNor said with a light blush having not expected such a compliment from such a high ranking Skeksis “Thank you your Grace.” Causing SkekSha to smile as it seemed as though SkekNor was slowly making herself at home.

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In their defence they may be stupid but marcellus is a) traumatised and b) a child. Idk what marcias excuse is tho 😔 in the esmerelda version she is also so so traumatised and has barely had time to recover from althers death before ending up with a baby for a second time except this time she can't dump it on someone else 😔😔😔 (the bit where she goes to the heaps in that version is So funny,, she shows up like um. Haha hi uhhh help. And she has a teenage boy with her and also a baby (identical to baby #1 silas got handed) and silas is like marcia wtf. Marcia why is there a baby who looks exactly the same as the one u gave me before. Marcia where r these babies coming from)

Honestly I think real au esmerelda probably had it better than canon esmerelda?? Like in canon everyone had caught on that etheldredda was killing her kids and tried to protect her, in this au etheldredda isn't even killing just the princesses she also killed her son who wasn't a threat at all and everyone is so on guard abt it. Esmerelda is never ever left alone w etheldredda not even once and all the palace staff r so careful abt it

YEAH <3333 septimus and marcellus get along So well here,,, septimus is having some kind of panic attack at one point and marcellus is like look i get it- and seps like LITERALLY NO U DON'T. And marcellus goes haha. Lmao. And then there r explanations (once sep is not actively crying on the floor) and septimus latches onto marcellus as his new favourite person (equal to marcia) and also septimus gets twice the amount of hugs and its all very sweet and nice <3 also I'm assigning marcias rooms another bedroom so marcellus can also stay there 😌 they may already have one?? I think it's mentioned in thm somewhere??? But. I'm putting it properly in the story this time <3 marcellus is staying in the tower while all his alchemy stuff is under construction and marcia HATES it bc he can spot when she's not sleeping and literally pick her up and put her into the bed and it's the WORST and sometimes he makes food and then she has to actually stop what she's doing to eat it and it's awful 😔😔 (<-she's doing better physically and mentally than canon marcia tho so). He's also very much a shoulder to cry on abt dn1 related stuff so literally this marcia is like canon marcia but 100% less. Lonely and sad.

Anyway I got off track,, yeah septimus and marcellus bond over being two guys with the same variety of trauma and both marcia and marcellus r able to help him more in this au than in canon bc they have. Experience. Does it help septimus that much?? Short term kind of long term definitely. Marcellus to septimus is like a kind of cool uncle/sort of dad figure,, they hang out when neither of them have smth else to be doing (sometimes when they do) and marcellus teaches him abt alchemy and marcias like wow marcellus :/ I can't believe you'd steal my apprentice :// that's so rude and mean 😔😔 and he's like lmao <3 and keeps teaching septimus stuff. Also marcellus does eventually tell more ppl abt his Actual backstory and jennas like WAIT WE'RE RELATED????? and decides he's cool actually now that she can bully sep abt how that's her great uncle 🥺 how could he steal him from her like this 🥺🥺🥺

This ask is so long abdhdbdjd rip and uhh. Well i have Plans for a fic but I think we all know what happens when I have a plan for a fic (<-it never ever gets written) so PLEASE write smth if u want to i will love it forever and ever and ever <3333

Consider: I would call them stupid even without the trauma, hence they have exactly 0 excuses sorry babies I love you but no

I bet Silas thinks Marcia did something stupid and kidnapped them all which is,,, aha not exactly wrong?? But it's not like she's going to admit that. (side note i feel like marcellus and silas probably get along shockingly well and marcia is Upset about this she's been betrayed how could you marcellus)

hmm.... that's a good point about esmerelda. I think mentally it might be harder for her though, because there might be lots of people who love her but i feel like there wouldn't be many who would try to get super close, because she's still royalty. i think septimus should accidentally trip and fall through one of marcellus's silly experiments and meet esmerelda and maybe be her friend for a bit.

ngl marcia sounds like a cat here i love this. do you think sep and marcellus (help i need to shorten his name i can't keep typing it T^T) scheme to like,, trick her into doing things they want. i bet they do like pspsps marcia look here. (i bet marcia and marcellus fight over how much alchemy and magyk stuff they're allowed to leave lying around. their rooms look pretty much exactly the same because they both hoard so many things except marcia's has like 2% more purple. relatedly i bet their horrible sense of fashion has infected the other.)

marcia and marcellus working together is probably the best possible thing to happen for sep it's like,,, someone understands almost all of what happened to him, there's always someone to talk to, there's someone to be responsible and someone to be irresponsible, he gets all the good things he deserves <3333

i think the jenna sep marcellus dynamic would be so funny idk how much an age difference they have (depending on AU version i would guess 10-15?) but they probably have the same sort of influence from marcia and all love to make fun of each other. they probably wear purple a lot and don't notice until silas points it out lmao and then make a point to see who can wear the most outlandish purple thing until marcia yells at them.

bestie same 😭😭 i can't promise anything (fuck you, school) but i have so many ideas i'm serious when i tell you this au is one of the best things i've learned of in months