#my lil doe eyed prince...

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒! ❝

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ married life with jjk men ☆ yuuji megumi gojo geto nanami n ino!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fem!reader, reader is a sorcerer, black coded but anyone can read, mentions of sex/pregnancy/kids, mentions of breakups

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: sorry they're kinda short!! i abandoned my ap chem work to do this so pls like it up!😞😞inspired by my personal fantasies lately. sighhh i love my man :3 stay hot!!! 🎀

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yuuji itadori 🌸

BRUHH I LOVE HIM SM HE'S SO HUSBAND MATERIAL

the first out of the bunch to tie the knot

a high school sweetheart kinda vibe like y'all def got married straight out of graduating jujutsu tech

small and intimate wedding, just friends and family in attendance

never shuts up about you when you guys are apart.

"y'know [name]- my wife, me and my wife-, isn't my wife just the coolest?"

megumi and nobara are SICK OF HIM

absolutely REFUSES to go on missions without you cause bby just wants to protect you

when you guys finish missions he always takes you out to eat in tokyo, it's like a lil tradition you guys do 🥲💕

as for dates it's always super spontaneous and he makes sure you never do the same thing twice

but he likes to stay home too!! movie dates at home are his favorite, but he won't tell you since he knows you like going out

HE ALSO PAYS FOR UR STUFF AT THE BEAUTY SUPPLY UGHHH

just follows you around as you fill up the basket and is ready to pay at the register

he's just so happy he's yours.

megumi fushiguro 🌸

not THE last! but one of the last to get married

BUT HE LOVES U SO FREAKING MUCH

it took him a couple years to pop the question, not because he wasn't sure about your relationship, but because he wanted to make sure he was ready before making such a big commitment

no wedding, y'all eloped and went to the courthouse but you had a little ceremony after :3

isn't super vocal about his affections like yuuji, but he does small things

you're his homescreen and his lockscreen is a picture of you two at the courthouse when you guys got married 🩷

he trust your abilities but does secretly fret when you go on missions alone

as for dates he's def a homebody...

he considers any one on one time with you a date...not in a lame way tho!

he just finds the two of you in your home alone to be intimate and comfortable

speaking of home alone...you guys have one kiddo since you guys were a little older when you tied the knot!!

a cute little girl who is y'alls pride and joy. when you told megumi you were pregnant tho he was terrified.

he just didn't want to turn out like his father

but he loves you and your little girl dearly 🩷.

satoru gojo 🌸

THE BLUE EYED PRINCE IS UR HUSBAND??? girl whats ur secret??

anyways, small wedding (he didn't want the elders all up in ur buisness) happy home, and wayyy too many kids

nobody expected you both to have so many kids but you have such a beautiful body!! how could he keep his hands off you?

and besides look at him and tell me he doesn't have a breeding kink...

due to you both being the strongest sorcerers and the kids, your schedules got a bit hectic but he always makes sure you're taken care of

multiple calls day and night, he loves to hear your voice...or moans. (he's hi-key a freak)

RESTURAUNT DATES

we know he loves sweets but you guys always go to nice restaurants, cause he believes you deserves the finest things in life

and he loves his kid so dearly

he's giving me 2 girls, 1 boy energy

from the tea parties, makeovers and late video game nights, he endures it all because of how much he adores them.

he adores you even more tho <3.

suguru geto 🌸

the. perfect. husband.

anything you want? you got it.

hair? done. nails? how much is your set?

definitely had the biggest wedding out of everyone (and the biggest ring)

AND A HUGE HONEYMOON like y'all were gone at least 2 weeks

everyone's fav couple, like nobody ever gets sick of y'all

he absolutely lovesss pda can can't keep his hands to him self. always has a hand on your lower back, arm around your shoulders, and he's just super in tune to you as a whole

wants kids bad, LIKE BAD

and y'all got busy on that honeymoon so you def had one pretty soon after the wedding

when you were pregnant, he spoiled you rotten and he made it his #1 priority to make sure you hadn't a worry in the world

you have 2 beautiful girls and suguru loves them more than life

he tries his best to keep them away from sorcerer life for as long as possible because he knows what it's like to be ostracized because of that life

has no favorites, but if he did it would be you.

kento nanami 🌸

sighhh my old man :)))

last to marry, but the ceremony was beautiful!

intimate but like i said, vv nice

lovesss to spoil you!! and plus we all know he makes hella bank bc he needs someone to spend it on

shopping dates!! mostly consist of him following you around and you just picking out what you like

if you even look at smth he's already at the register

prefers staying at home dates though, like reading together, cooking together, and movie dates!!

minimizes pda in public- perhaps holds your hand maybe

but in private he is so clingyyyy like you have to tear him off you lip to lip, chest to chest, hip to hip, you name it

you practically hung the stars, you could do no wrong in his eyes

is 50/50 on kids???

he's not going to actively ask you to start a family but he also is totally on board if you want to

we all know this man is under a lot of stress so his favorite way to spend time with you is coming home after a long day and cuddling with you 🩷

he's utterly obsessed with you (he's just good at hiding it)

takuma ino 🌸

THIS IS LITERALLY MY HUSBAND GUYS- HEAR ME OUT

high school sweethearts but y'all broke up right before graduation

you guys adored eachother but he was scared of losing you once you guys became sorcerers ಥ_ಥ

but fear not! you guys got back together a year- 2 years later bc he's in love with u

he wanted to propose as soon as you got back together but he has more common sense than that

when he does though it's so cutieee

def private and small, just like the wedding. only your closest friends and family, because he wants everything to be perfect

loves fun dates like laser-tag, go-carts, ect. bc he is just a big little kid

if you do missions together, he is literally that scene from hotel transylvania: "that's my girlfriend!" "your wife, ino..." "my wife? even better!"

i'm not even gonna sugarcoat it y'all get pregnant immediately after

ino is def terrified. you guys are both young and you've barely been married for 3 months

but he pulls it together obv and y'all have a cutie little son <3

just like yuuji, he gushes about his little family to nanami constantly (kento acts like he hates it but he finds it endearing)

he reads to your son for bedtime every night WITHOUT FAIL

he always thinks about how he wouldn't have things any other way.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ i wrote this in like 2 hours and i have a chem quiz tommorow i hope u guys like it 😿😿(pls love me) BUT I GET TO SEE MY MAN TOMMORROW AHHHH. sorry i'm not gonna shut up about himmm. ok bye stay hot ily guys sm!!!!

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

#Words of the Love Hashira 💗 #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuji x reader #megumi x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #ino x reader #x black fem reader #black writers on tumblr

[bucknastysbabe]

✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾

Therefore I present to you:

♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕

For u bb @fairysluna

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk

A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!

“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.

Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.

Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”

Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”

Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.

Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.

He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”

She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”

Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.

“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”

Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”

Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.

Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”

Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”

Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.

“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.

The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”

She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.

“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”

The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.

Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.

“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.

He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.

“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.

“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.

Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.

Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.

“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.

Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.

“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.

Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”

The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.

“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”

“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.

Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”

Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”

Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.

Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”

Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.

The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”

Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.

Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”

He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.

He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.

Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.

“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”

She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”

She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.

Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”

Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”

“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.

Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.

Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #READ TAGS PLS #velaryon reader #jacaerys x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #Daeron targaryen x reader

[jessaerys]

five hyperspecific near headcanons?

(THIS IS SO LONG SORRY. YOU KNOW WHAT I AM!!!!)

gonna take headcanons here to mean “stuff that is entirely not canon” so these are (varying levels of unfounded) personal canonverse facts i’ve come up with as i write him: 

i.

has special interest in space / cosmology / astrophysics / astrobiology / space exploration etc etc etc. (extremely self indulgent of me but i love to have fun) it used to be very all-consuming when he was little and not afraid to want things. 

it was eventually demoted to the backseat as his focus shifted towards his studies so by the time we meet him in canon it has been fully repressed into something he considers childish (though i’d like to think he found an excuse [perhaps through a case] to keep correspondence going with the brightest minds at the SETI institute and they have ocassional videocalls where he pokes holes in their theories on the origins of life he insists it is simply mantaining connections that may one day prove relevant. it is a productive use of my time agent gevanni do not question my methodology) 

when i think of near i think of saint-exupéry’s the little prince and his watercolor illustrations of a little boy on a little round planet -- actually, a lil exerpt:

near is very little-prince coded in his curiosity and love for humanity and golden heartedness and deep mysterious melancholy – he is sad and he doesn’t know he is sad!! to be a cosmonaut is to be an observer, unmoored from the world, not quite of this earth. which actually leads me to,

ii.

he is from nowhere/belongs to no-one/ has no past and no land to return to.

he was in a couple different orphanages since he was a newborn and any paperwork he could’ve had got lost in the shuffle: it was roger who named him nate river just to have something on the records; his oldest memories are from wammy’s, the first person he ever loved was L, there’s never been anything else for him.

i know “has no racial identity” seems like a cop-out but i actually find it interesting to set him up so that he is unlinked from such a basic experience of community in modern society. because of his albinism there isn’t even a melanin scale to point him in the right direction; his looks are very racially ambiguous (ie. 3a/3b curls, very slight/partial double eyelids, etc), his parents untraceable. if he ever took a dna test it would confirm a thoroughly mixed background of many different ethnicities due to european immigration – but he has never taken a dna test because it would mean he cares which means he would have to think about what other people have and he doesn’t which would mean mourning a loss. and there is no use having feelings about that which he cannot change; no use looking back. mello looks back, and look where that's landed him--

(tangent: in contrast mello’s troubled background in the wartorn balkans until he was relatively older (5-6) and his reconnection with his birthplace in croatia after he left wammy’s is a crucial and defining pillar of his identity (personal canonverse courtesy of local mello phd haver @firebuggg) so this is yet another contrast between them. but we do not have time to get into that)

(tangent number 2:

L to mello in private: why does it matter? the war is behind you. looking back slows you down

L to near also in private: how can a detective know anything if he doesn’t first know himself?

near and mello ages 5 and 7, in their minds: i am the only one who understands L)

actually near's john silver slay is thee most important characterization touchstone for me tbh whenever people give him a backstory it just weirds me the fuck out

what do you mean he remembers his mother that would mean being An Individual and Not A Child Soldier !!!! he is wammy's perfect little grooming blank slate thank you very much

iii.

as a baby he was SO cute SO round SO feral. beautiful glowing cherubic marmalade-eyed biting screaming wildchild. wary as a cat with a talent for finding hiding spots inside the walls and so very autistic. an enfant terrible!! this is possibly why he moved through so many foster homes before wammys. 

for a couple of years until age, like, 5, the only people he felt comfortable enough around to speak to in coherent words were L and later mello* 

his method of communication with the rest of the teachers / caregivers / other children was opening his mouth and unleashing the most terrible banshee shriek a 3-4-5 year old could unleash upon god's green earth

through the rest of their childhood known annoyingest older brother on earth mihael "mello" kheel was ocassionally able to figure out how to unlock a Near Nuclear Meltdown, though it was a very rare occurrence as soon enough near graduated to going stiff and heavy on the floor wherever they tried to make him do something he did not want to do. and good luck getting him to move without lifting him corpse deadweight style. garden. hallway. classroom floor. middle of the stairs. he is and has always been a willful little thing !!!!!!!!!

i'm protected under the awning of this readmore so this is My City Now here are some exerpts courtesy of @firebuggg and yours truly

(sequential)

(not sequential)

*(unfortunately, this meant he was accidentally straight up accidentally twilightzoning mello for at least two years after being introduced to each other because what mello kept hearing was [functionally mute kid who usurped your number one spot, exclusively when nobody is around to hear it]: No One Will Ever Believe You) 

iv.

this one’s kind of stupid but i think it’d be funny if wammy’s DOES adopt kids out occasionally possibly from the bottom half of the L successor ranking in order to keep the facade of being an orphanage and not an unethical human child experiment (perhaps to wealthy people who want to skip the bureaucracy of going through the proper channels. you know how it is) (it also makes such a good boogeyman: if you don't get in the bath roger will give you out for adoption !!!!!!)

anyway once feral baby near escaped containment when there were prospective parents over browsing the (available) children and a couple was completely charmed with him and they, as is the fashion of wealthy people to do whatever the fuck they want, took him out for a lovely walk/car ride/park visit/ice-cream sundae, all sunny and warm and sitting on the young woman’s lap, getting loved on, hearing, “would you like to come live with us little one?” 

when they bring near back they are informed that unfortunately near is very much NOT up for adoption (someone definitely gets fired over that one) (dfsddfsdjfdfj)

this gets LEGENDARILY joked about by mello and matt and their popular kids entourage until they leave wammys. this definitely did not give near any complexes whatsoever

anyway once when the three of them are adults it comes up when they’re in the middle of joking around and it triggers yet another round of relentless Unadoptable Near teasing until matt and mello drive the joke right into the ground where it wheezes a last breath into an increasingly awkward silence as they Realize,

v.

ok lighting round:

had L survived as near grew into his teens they WOULD have had an EXTREMELY contentious mother-daughter relationship

much like mello he too has a deep well of unaddressed (repressed) rage within him (like sam winchester. sorry for bringing supernatural into this)

people often write that near only eats bland/white(?) foods but i think being vegan suits him also it's funny as hell. not out of any ideological motivation he was just an extremely picky eater and also do you think that frail body could handle meat. if he could get away with it all he would it is raw fruits and vegetables (chopped into small cubes)(note: this is not bland, just insane)(it’s the scampering rabbit in him) 

extremely at risk of developing a smoking habit. that boy can fit so much tension in his little body do you think his developing teenage brain would not immediately latch onto the treacherous instant clarity and peace of nicotine

5. did i mention repression. did i mention the absolute terror that seizes him at the thought of experiencing desire/hunger/longing/want. if you made it this far have a reward:

#i cant even put humorous tags on this sorry i imprinted on a secondary character from famous 2003-2006 manga death note #you cannot possibly comprehend how embarrassing this is to me and yet with my clown shoes i tread onwards #nate river #near dn #death note #meronia #mihael keehl #mello death note #brothercrush.txt

[chloedrewitt]

Hello, can you do a daemon targeryan x reader. Where the reader is a common girl who he met at his favourite whore house or behind an alley of it. He doesn't know who she is and she is confident. She's not scared of him or anyone. She knows how to defend herself and escape, sticking to the shadows. For all he knows she could be an assassin, a whore or an information broker. She's mysterious and doesn't let him get to know her easily while she knows quite a lot about him which intrigues Daemon into following her. There is sexual desire and tension between them but she likes teasing him more.

I said x reader but I don't mind 3rd person or 1st person point of views either. Also NSFW stuff are up to you if you think the story can get there.

Thank you, either way. I like reading your fics all the same! You're very good!

The Night's Veil - Daemon Targaryen x Mysterious!Reader [Part 1]

summary: When you meet the Rogue Prince at his favorite pleasure house, he first mistakes you for a whore. Soon, he finds out that things might not be as they seem and your excessive knowledge about him, while he does not even know your name, makes him want to find out more about you.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Mysterious!Reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: drunk!Daemon

a/n: I'm very sorry that this took so long. I had so much on my plate lately! But here you go <3 this will probably have a NSFW part 2!

Request status: closed [x] Commission status: open [x]

Part 2 (TBA)

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Masterlist - Ko-fi

You kept your back pressed against the stone wall, feeling the coldness of it even through your clothing. There was laughter in the background, dimmed by the walls and closed doors behind you. Your long black coat was simple, and hid the cold metal bound to your thigh, which had long absorbed the heat of your skin.

A puddle pooled at your feet, remnants of the rainfall that had wet your hair, hidden and slowly drying underneath your hood. Your figure was barely visible behind the corner of the building, yet you noticed how a few men sometimes threw glances at you. Confused, and occasionally curious. 

You turned, leaning your side against the wall which exposed you to the men entering and leaving the house even more, though you gave them little attention. A few women, all dressed in provocative dresses, nodded at you. Crossing your arms, you returned the gesture. 

A gentle breeze let a few strands of your hair appear from underneath the hood, caressing your skin as you eyed a group of men leaving the establishment with wide grins on their faces, stumbling away on weak knees. The stench of liquor was in the air, and you scrunched your nose when it reached you.

Before the door could fall shut, you saw a hand reaching out to stop it, each of the fingers graced with dark rings that glistened when the door was pushed open again. 

The corners of your mouth twitched when you locked eyes with the man, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, presumably from liquor and the heat inside. His long, white hair was disheveled, and though he looked so different from what was most likely expected of him, he still stood out like a gold coin in a chest filled with silver.

"Your Grace," you greeted, almost taunted, which made him lift his eyebrow. He had not expected anyone to call him that here, you could tell by the way his eyes darkened and his lips curled into a grin as the door closed behind him. The torches of the city were reflected in his eyes, making them seem almost black. 

“What do we have here,” he said as he took a step closer, most likely expecting you to flinch away, because when you remained standing with your arms crossed in front of your chest, he tilted his head as if he didn’t understand. 

“I have never seen you before. Are you new?” He asked, a suggestive tone in his voice while his eyes trailed up and down your body. His disappointment about your attire was evident. 

You scoffed as if the question itself insulted you, and though it didn’t, the look he gave you in response to it was worth the deception. Behind him, one of the working women threw a glance at you, eyes flickering between you and the man, as if to silently ask whether you were alright, but you simply looked at her. A silent answer that you could handle the situation. 

“Do you ask all women you meet whether they are whores?” There was a challenging tone in your voice, one that did not go unnoticed by him. 

“Only the pretty ones.” His smug grin was almost painfully annoying to look at, and yet you managed. He tried to take a better look at your face, still partially hidden beneath the hood, but you turned away from him. “Besides, standing in front of a pleasure house does imply one thing or the other, wouldn’t you agree?” 

“Certainly, my prince. Especially about the men who visit these establishments. A regular patron such as you should know all about the poison it is for one’s reputation, I assume.” You lowered your head a little, not even giving him time to reply before you vanished behind the corner, merging with the shadows of the unlit alley. 

“I care little for reputation,” he replied as he followed you, a somewhat insulted tone in his voice. He watched when you grabbed your hood with both hands, finally letting it fall onto your shoulders, though you were too deep in the dark for him to differentiate between shadow and hood. It was almost as if you were becoming one with the darkness, and it seemed to only intrigue him further. 

“I know,” you said, your voice sounding like the gentle breeze before a storm. When he frowned, you explained, “A man who does the things you do would die from self-hatred earlier than battle, if he cared for reputation.” 

He scoffed, though it sounded more like a chuckle when he took another step forward, the smell of liquor appearing in your nose again. Your eyes were used to the dark, having spent many nights outside and many days asleep, so it was easy to see him even when he squeezed his eyes together to see better. 

Prince Daemon raised his chin when he made out your figure, looking down on you as he spoke. “And how come a common woman knows this much of a man, yet does not even allow him to see her face?”

“A woman who wants to live learns to be careful.” Your eyes flickered between his, and someone must have lit a lantern somewhere behind him, since there was suddenly enough light to make out his face. By the way his features relaxed, you could tell he was able to finally see you, too. 

You had not noticed how close you were, even with your good eyesight, until the light showed you, and you had to fight against the urge to back away. As you had learned early, a sign of weakness could become your cause of death quicker than you’d like. 

“Not careful enough, it seems,” he responded as his eyes jumped to your lips for a second. He seemed to find satisfaction in seeing your face, as if that was a victory in itself. But you did not feed his self-satisfaction, not even when he said, “And here I thought you might be hiding Valyrian hair under that hood.”

“Secrecy allows the mind to spin its web, my prince. And sometimes it gets caught in it itself.” You brushed past him, your fingers deliberately touching his arm in the process, but before you could fully retreat, he took hold of your wrist, making you inhale sharply. 

“Do you always speak in metaphors?” 

You raised your wrist, though his grip only tightened, and let out a sarcastic laugh. He studied you with curiosity in his eyes, which you partially blamed on the liquor he had undoubtedly swallowed before. 

"Why? Not used to having to think before replying?" 

His jaw clenched and you had to bite your tongue when he pulled you towards him. It was so close, you could smell his breath when he spoke, and the force he used momentarily made you freeze.

"There is only so much someone like you can get away with," he whispered, the threat evident in his eyes and voice. But you kept your head high, even tilted it to the side a little while you watched his lips move.

"You don't know what I have gotten away with already, Your Grace." Now it was your turn to grin, despite still being prisoner to his grasp. 

The corners of his mouth twitched and before you could react, you felt the stone wall to your right in your back. The sudden impact made you grunt and it took you a few seconds to register that he was now so close, you could feel his chest on yours.

Recklessness was something people gave him credit for, and you guessed that the intoxication was not helping. Though all you did was chuckle lowly and enjoy the way he reacted to your words.

"Oh, I would like to know all about that," he whispered in your ear, warm breath caressing your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall when he locked eyes with you. "Are you the person who's been following me around lately?" 

You didn't reply, which made him narrow his eyes, suspicious of your silence. He lowered his head slightly, to which you turned yours to the side. There was a question in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but he had no chance to ask it, since you quickly ducked underneath his arm to escape his grasp. 

He was startled by the sudden movement, and not sure how to react at first as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, smiling. Prince Daemon’s gaze darkened as he took a step towards you, and you responded by taking one backwards. He chuckled, but even his laugh carried a threat in it, which seemed to only increase your interest in him. 

“Perhaps I have been following you around… though you certainly do not seem to mind my company. Or am I mistaken?” You asked with feigned innocence, angling your head just a little to expose your neck, making it look like a subconscious gesture. His eyes jumped to your shoulder, but when he wanted to step forward again, you moved away before he had the chance to. 

“Who are you really? Let us start with a name.”

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me. For now, of course.” You finally broke the distance between you two, satisfied about the control you had and the clear dislike of the situation on his face.  “I am not worried,” he replied quietly, and a little too quickly, when you were close enough to smell him again, eyes flickering between his. 

“Perhaps you should be, my prince,” you breathed, gaze dropping to his lips for a second, to which he placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair slightly to force you to look at him, even though you had no intention of turning away.

You leaned in so that the tips of your noses touched, avoiding his lips each time he aimed to capture them. “Until next time,” you whispered, and then you were gone, blending with the darkness once more. You saw him turn around in confusion, searching for your figure, but when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to find you, he left the alley, muttering something to himself that you were too far to understand.

You pulled your hood over your hood again, thinking about how you intended the promised meeting to happen sooner rather than later, as a faint cry appeared in the distance somewhere behind you, cutting through the silence of the alley.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #matt smith #house of the dragon #hbo #got #game of thrones #tension #daemon targaryen x you

[totally-original-artist]

Please marry me!

Diavolo x gn!mc (no pronouns): Just a funny lil thing I whipped up in like an hour. It started off pretty formal and descended into crack so I'm sorry (no not really)

"What...do you mean?"

Although you avert your gaze in embarrassment, it's clear that the man in front of you is equally embarrassed. Knowing this you gain a bit of courage and push through. And who knows? Worse comes to worse you could always pretend it was a prank...maybe. Taking a deep breath you look back at Diavolo, this time, determined to maintain eye contact at all costs.

"Y-you, uhh." You clear your throat and try again, cursing yourself for stuttering at such a crucial moment. "You, are a beautiful man...Diavolo. You're gentle, you're kind, you're everything I could've asked for...in a partner." You feel yourself start to shake, unsure whether it's the excitement or the anxiety. The prince himself is looking at you wide eyed, and oh he does look very gorgeous. You clear your throat again before continuing.

"I have to admit, when I first came to the devildom, I wanted nothing more than to leave, but now?" Reaching out, you clasp both his hands in yours. His hands were shaking as well. Somehow, knowing you were the only nervous one made you feel a little more brave. "That thought has completely changed."

"Everyday I wake up with you being the first thing on my mind. Every night I find myself thinking of you while I doze off to sleep. Some days I find that I see you in my dreams as well, just as amazing as ever." You find yourself subconsciously smiling. None of this was a lie, you were spilling your heart out to the man you loved and you were glad you weren't being dismissed. You find yourself captivated by him for a little too long, leaving a long pause after your previous sentence.

"Is that all...?" Diavolo asks sheepishly. You snap out of your day dream and he chuckles. Too busy admiring your love you'd forgotten where you left off.

"Uhhh...wait. I was..hm." At this he bursts out laughing. "Noooo, you aren't supposed to laugh! Dia!" You do your best to look angry, but to no avail, Diavolo doesn't quiet down one bit.

"You...pfft. You-" Annnd, he's still laughing. Laughter can be contagious and it doesn't take long for you to join him. Soon you two are just giggling mindlessly while holding onto each other. If someone were to be unfortunate enough to pass by they'd have a lot of questions.

"OK...OK Dia, listen." You somehow manage to break out of the laughing curse and try to steady Diavolo. "Listen, Diavolo." Upon hearing his full name he calms down a little.

"Yes?" He stifles a small chuckle right before it escapes. Wiping away a tear he looks at you expectantly. You quickly gather up all your courage and-

"Please marry me, wait no- I mean! Will you marry me...? A question! It's..." Great. You stop talking in the hopes of not making any more a fool of yourself. Diavolo on the other hand is...laughing again, how rude >:(

"Yes! Yes, of course I will! Although...I was hoping to be the one to confess."

"Haha, yea... Yours's would've been so much more romantic..."

"Yours's was pretty romantic too, in my opinion. It was very...you." You can't stop yourself from giving him a deadpanned look. Diavolo just laughs and pulls you towards him, you almost topple but he hold you tight. Looking into his eyes you could see just how much he cared for you.

"I can't wait for the wedding!"

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me diavolo #diavolo x gn!reader #fluff #obey me fluff #obey me fanfic #omswd diavolo #shall we date diavolo #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #gn!reader #gn!mc

[bp-zb1fics]

omg ur zb1 as disney prince’s was so good i love me a good royalty type of thing!! now it has me wondering what disney princess they would be🤭 -🐰

Okay 🐰 anon asking me the logical next question, tysm 💜💜💜 we love and we are excited because some members could be the same princess as their prince ver and others are going to be totally different. So without further ado, here are my Zb1 disney princess headcanons: tired and sleep deprived ver. Same conditions from disney prince headcanons apply 🤣

Also just because I cast two different members for prince/ princess ver. in the same Disney movie does not mean it’s a ship. In most cases, they will be 2 diff movies.

Jiwoong: Cinderella

This man literally struggled through two failed groups and a lawsuit

Worked as an actor before finally achieving his dream

Like if that’s not a rags to riches story idk y’all

That aside, is definitely the type to forget something important once he reaches the peak of his life ( I’m sorry, what’s the name of our group again?)

Hao: Belle

there must be more then this provincial life - probably Hao at some point

Hao during the little prince skit giving peak Belle

Always learning, always reading

definitely no Stockholm syndrome in Hao’s fairytale

Hanbin: Elsa

Has always had powers but not confident enough to stand in the spotlight

But when he does?

It’s a slay y’all like this is the Queen

Into the Unknown? More like into Boys planet lol?

Took him awhile to reach final form like from pre debut to now but that the talents always been there

Matthew: Anna/Rapunzel

It’s just the vibe???

I can’t decide omg

Like he’s bubbly, bright and optimistic

So like wide eyed and excited to see the (outside) world

But also struggling to find his place in it?? Idk if that makes sense~

Taerae: Ariel

I’d want to keep his voice in a lil shell and just have it w me all the time lol

Collection? Oh you mean his rainbow colored closet of fashion terrorist pieces

Yes the guitar is the collection centerpiece

Y’all try to argue w me but like regardless of who Taerae’s prince is, they gon fall in love with that voice like yo

Ricky: Jasmine

A pet tiger? Like why am I not surprised~

Yes he is in fact the “sexiest” princess

Young and rich and sassy

Idk anymore the energy just fits

Gyuvin: Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)

I’m sorry this man and the way he launches himself onto his bed like a flying tuna

It’s iconic

Yes he’s very pretty we get it

The reactions he’d make when some prince jumpscare a him in the woods

Hanbin, Hoetaek and Hao as the 3 fairy godmothers

Gunwook: Tiana

Almost there as a song literally being Gunwook’s BP journey

But he gets there!!!

Gets the recognition he deserves in that finale, literally transforming from “scary” who’s gonna pull the trigger man to jelly pop maknae~

Literally embodying the hustle like man works hard and it paid off

Yujin: Snow White

Bc he’s A BABY, Taerae as his prince just isn’t it, like this hyung just wants to adopt him

Snow White is literally the youngest princess so yes Yujin maknae on top rise

Probably gets jumpscared like he’s just singing about water and a monami pencil, who’s this man with a guitar

In this case, we got the seven Yuehua hyungs to look after Yujinie

No they will not sign over the adoption papers to you Taerae but you can have visitation rights

OK this was a lot harder then I thought and I am open to feedback, diff opinions tbh idk abt some of this I’m much tired yall best believe

#boys planet #boys planet headcanons #zb1 #zb1 headcanons #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #disney princess #disney headcanons #bp zb1fics answers

[hilarychuff]

hi!! :) i love all you fics i was re reading your princess diaries au and i was wondering if you had any plans on continuing? if you did i’d love to see the aftermath of jon missing his date with sansa and how upset arya is too! and the ball scene!! ily <3 :)

hi!!!!!!! this is really good timing asking this because i've actually been working on it a lot lately!!!! (@cellsshapedlikestars even helped me noodle my way through a part where i was stuck xoxoxoox)

i'm not sure if the next chapter will be the last or if i'll need to break it into two more (maybe a sansa pov??? not sure) but i've got at least one more jon bit coming that should cover at least some of that!!!

aaaaaand because i am so delighted to get a lil anon message about it, here is a sneak peek!!!!!

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“What happened to my romantic little boy?” she tuts, and Jon drops his head back to groan at the ceiling. 

“Mom, I’m not a little boy anymore.”

“I know, I know,” she says, and when he glances over, she’s haphazardly folding all of his tees into a messy little pile. “You’re all grown up now and ready to lead some foreign country, but when I look at you, I still see that same little boy who swore up and down that he was going to have a foot-poppin’ first kiss.”

“Mom!” He can feel the way his face flames hot, flushed, even though there’s no one there to witness his embarrassment other than the woman dead set on causing it. He wonders if he could get away with pretending he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but he’s pretty sure that wouldn’t stop her. 

“What?” she asks, mock innocent. “I’m not allowed to talk about what a sweet boy you were?”

“Can you just… not?” he begs again. “Please?”

The thing is, he does remember. They’d been watching some old movie, one of those black and white ones where everyone spoke in an inexplicable accent, and when the hero had grabbed his girl and kissed her, one of her feet had lifted off the ground as if it had a mind of its own. He’d been determined to have a first kiss equally as powerful, equally as passionate — and his mom had laughed. And then, when she’d seen how serious he was, how struck he was by her laughter when he was not joking, Mom, it’s not funny, she’d assured him that of course he would have a foot-popping first kiss one day. He guesses now that she already knew then not all princes were made out of fairytale stuff, but he’d been young and starry-eyed and determined to be different than his parents. And then he’d gotten older and reality had set in for him, too. 

“Besides,” he grumbles, “I already had my first kiss years ago, and Ygritte wasn’t exactly a ‘foot pop’ kind of girl.”

#my writing #asoiaf princess diaries au #jonsa #jonsa au #asoiaf #asoiaf au

[gogolstoelicker]

A lil bit spoiler for chap 7

From chap 7 on twst we know that the valley of Thorns has once go at war withthe kingdom of roses bcs of a mad king named Stefan (hearts? Roscent??).

So uhh i decided to make the entire history after the war. Idk man...

So king Stefan surely have a heir or heiress right? And i imagine that bcs of the tyranny of king Stefan still present at the royal court there will be somekind of rebellion, a coup if you will. And kill the entire royal family french revolution style.

Cardan, desiring the throne he make the plot with the group to overthrow the current royal family.

But there is one surviving member of the royal family, the crown prince. Let's name him Cardan. So there is surely some people that still supports the royal family and run away with Cardan to escape.

So they are kinda strays i guess? They stays in the isolated part of twisted wonderland and make a rebel group.

Oh yeah after the hostile government take over, the royal family of hearts (i am 90% sure that the royal family of the kingdom of roses descended from the queen of hearts herself) is replaced with the family of white (ahaha AIW references).

So this is where a certain blond haired blue eyes boy come in. He is from the same world as Yuu aka the earth just from different time (medieval) so this maybe will explain how or prove that this yuu is not the only one that have fallen to this twisted wonderland.

Lets call the boy Arthur.

Cardan found Arthur in the woods lost and confused. Cardan slowly explain that this place is called Twisted wonderland.

"How can i trust you," the boy asked narrowing his eyes at cardan

"I have revealed my identity to you isn't it? It's actually a rare case that i revealed my identity to anybody so tell me yours lost Alice" Cardan explained and smiled a warm smile

"My...my name is not Alice my name is Arthur, Arthur Wondré," Arthur bit his lip a habit he does if he nervous.

"Nice to meet you Arthur," Cardan offered his hand.

And that's the start of their friendship. They are allies, brothers even. Slowly but surely Cardan opens up about his trauma seeing his mother's head cut, or his burden as the leader of this rebel group.

"Truthfully, i don't really care about the throne," Cardan sighed and Arthur looks at him confused.

"Then why are you fighting for it then?" Arthur asked.

"To keep everyone here save, you see Alice after the coup everyone on the kingdom of roses reached out to other kingdom to hunt us down if i successfully take the throne back maybe they'll be safe."

"You do all of this for them?"

"Yes, for Wicher for general Spade for Gillian for Thomas for...you," Cardan looke at Arthur warmly but Arthur can sense the tiredness behind him.

Cardan reached out to a certain second prince of the afterglow savanna (no I'm not talking about leona) and make an alliance with him, he even speak to the high priest of the city of flowers asking for advice.

The day for the rebellion came day by day, the air around the base begining to tighten up.

The weapons are ready, the tactics are ready.

Little did they know there are a traitor among them.

Cardan run through the muddy cave below the kingdom of roses. He have told General spade to evacuates the citizen of the kingdom.

Nefala already know his motives but he know he will not say that to anybody. He liked him, seen himself inside Cardan. The throne is taken from him just like Cardan.

He reached the small room. The room crafted from the rocky walls of the cave painted with words upon words of the old anthem.

He eyed the room.

He has been here before, he has been here two times, he didn't have the courage to do that.

But he will now.

'Not everyone is made for the throne, but if the crown fits wear it.'

He remembers Nefala's words. About leadership. About the thing they both had yet everyone closed their eyes on them.

This is, this is the day.

"Withering Roses," Cardan whisper as sparks of fire danced on his fingers.

He reached out to the button that has formed in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

An unfamiliar voice sings, Cardan turns around to see none other than his cousin.

White hair contrasting his own black, blue eyes contrasting his own red they are opposites the noble say.

"I'm doing this for them."

"No," Elijah shook his head "you're doing this for you, no one wants this," Elijah harden his Expression.

"There is once a saying, from a traitor," he eyed one of the lyrics at the wall.

Cheshire cat.

"The history is repeated unless we destroy the cycle," Cardan finishes, bringing his hand atop of his head.

A salute.

An explosion.

A salute upon this destroyed kingdom.

Her unfinished wish.

HIS undinished wish

Lmaooo this took so long anyway just a silly thoughts.

LFMAOJAOSKSOS YOURE AMAZING FOR THINKING AND WRITING ABOUT THIS

ik you're the one who created twst. its ok u dont have to hide /j

#twst #spoiler #? #maybe? #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland

[aemvnd]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ sweet love.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hmm… been writin' a lot of icky!rafe lately… here's somethin' a lil' sweet for y'all . <3

"y'know... you're like, really, really pretty," rafe slurs lazily, a small grin curling at the corners of his soft lips, still wet from the last few sips of beer he had.

you couldn't help but giggle bashfully, a sweet and feminine sound, making rafe's large hands roughly grab you, pulling you to settle in his lap on the edge of his bed, making your doe-like eyes flutter and sparkle shyly.

"thank you, rafe, that's really sweet of you," you cooed gently, giving him a sweet smile as you settle yourself in his lap, playing with a loose string at the hem of your miniskirt, feeling rafe staring down at you with that intense, blue eyed gaze that always makes your heart flutter like a schoolgirl.

"y'think that i'm... 'm sweet, baby?" rafe drawls teasingly, snapping you outta your little dreamy haze, looking up and locking eyes with your boyfriend—and oh, his eyes were so intense, so piercing, like a storm cloud hovering above the ocean.

you can't help but giggle softly again, nodding your head gently, a pretty smile making its way on your glossy, pouty lips, already kiss-swollen slightly from earlier at topper's party, where rafe had dragged you to some random room and made out with you for nearly ten minutes, before falling to his knees to eat you out.

you nod, humming softly as you reach up with a small, dainty, freshly manicured hand and gently scratched the top of rafe's buzzed head, his new hairstyle growing on you more and more every time you see him.

softly, barely even noticeable unless you were paying special attention, you could hear a low, deep rumble coming from rafe's broad chest—rafe was purring, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his jaw went a bit slack, before blinking three times erraticly to look back up at you, sleepy and filled with warmth.

"god, you're so f-fucking beautiful, kid," he continues to softly ramble, words slurred and a little dazed, like he was in some dreamy, fantasy land that was far, far away, but he was here, with you, sitting prettily in his lap just like the little princess he always says that you are.

"raaafe," you whine poutily, not being able to stop yourself from feeling so incredibly flustered, not with the way rafe was watching you, so intense yet dreamily—like, like he was in love.

at hearing your soft whine, rafe would smirk smugly to himself, a light, breathless little chuckle escaping the kook prince, his arms slithering around your waist and holding you tightly against himself—possessively.

"neva' gon' let you go, baby, you're mine, yea?" rafe lets out a little sigh, nudging his face into the crook of your delicate, ticklish neck, inhaling a large whiff of your vanilla perfumè, one that you knew rafe loved on you—and then, you recall that when you went out on one of the many dates you had with rafe, he'd kept complimenting on how good and yummy you smelled, making you fall practically head over heels for him every time.

you can only nod, a dreamy smile on your face, your pupils nearly forming into the shape of big, babydoll pink hearts.

"yeah, yeah," you answer breathily, continuing your light scratches at the top of his head, while you kept on listening to rafe compliment you and whisper sweet nothings into your neck, of how he always imagines you both already married with a little one on the way, how he wants nothing more than to make you his wife.

his words leave you nearly breathless, and you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, it's better if you stay silent for just a little longer, lest you frighten rafe from continuing his little love confessions.

"and... a-and you know, like, y'know i'd provide for you and the baby, right? cause − c-cause i care about you more than anything in this fucked up world, and i can't imagine my life without you in it, i'd like… g-go insane, or like—i don't know, some shit, y'know?" rafe continues, slightly drunk and sluggish, but you don't mind, you love listening to rafe when he was like this.

you loved rafe, loved him when he was soft and sweet on you, always doting on you, never letting you lift a finger—he can be nasty sometimes, downright cruel, but never to you, and you love how firm he can be, because no matter what he's like with others, he was always your sweet, loving rafe whenever he was with you.

you don't interrupt him, allowing him the opportunity and gentle space he needs to get his words out, without having a hard time expressing himself like he usually does, but then he pulls back only slightly and looks directly into your pretty, misty eyes, slightly panting and his cheeks are a light shade of pink.

and then, he blurts out the three little words you've been desperately waiting to hear, practically bouncing in his lap in anticipation, your heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings—and then, then, you hear it.

"i love you."

#⠀࣪⠀ׅ ♡ ⠀࣪𓂃 #‧ ₊˚ bambi's works 𓂃ෆ #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey oneshot #drew starkey concept #drew starkey prompt #drew starkey drabble #drew starkey smut #drew starkey fluff #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obx fic

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Ok I think the reason Decue see Yuu as a leader of there band of merry band.Hes still has a delinquent impulsive wal trying to be a good boy.Yuu is a safe bet,there the most morally good out of all of them.Along with they seem to care deeply for everyone no matter what.Damn I wanted to hold Ruggie for what Leona was doing to him.

Do you think Deuce ever last out at Yuu.No one can change overnight.He has said he used his magic over others.Maybe there both having a bad day and it escalated from there.

Also to the trey post,he could be a little bit on the Mad hatter,that damn fordora gives him away.All of the cast share personality with other characters not just the villain's hell.Riddle and Ace share character traits with Alice.

The angst potential for Deuce to lash out on Yuu—

Lemme close my eyes and pretend I didn't read.

NO BC TREY

I coulda lived my entire life NOT knowing that shit from his birthday story bruh, now I'm gonna be side eying everything he does for the rest of my life because I cannot handle people playing with my food okay?

I watched too many horror movies where that shit could go left, 1000 Ways To Die had my lil ass screaming as a child—

I just— it kicks up child hood fears of bugs in food (there's a book about a boy eating a worm with a ketchup on—🤮🤮🤮)

I swear I don't hate Trey but I do hate how his actions could lead to people getting hurt especially when he plays like he doesn't have ulterior motives just like everyone else—

Don't make your Yumesona's dependent on him bc he'll get irritated and uncomfortable and might find humor in making them eat dirt.

Which also plays into a fear that the people that love me would hate me?????

I honestly think that Ruggie's reaction after Leona tries his life needs to be explored more—not in the "poor ruggie" but rather how Ruggie and Leona's relationship functions—

They aren't friends; Ruggie uses Leona for his money, Leona uses Ruggie's willingness to to work for that money.

Ruggie could always drop Leona for another rich sucker in the school, Kalim is right there!!!!

But he stays because they're relationship is symbiotic—they understand each other and understand how each other tick, Ruggie wouldn't have taken Azul's magic boost potion if he wasn't down for it.

Money is the motive, basically.

I do think that with Ruggie's situation by depending on the closest proximity for change he kinda needed Leona to snap at him to realize that relying on Leona would end up not benefitting him if he starts acting the way that he was in Savanaclaw.

But poverty traps him in relationships he knows it isn't good for him because he has to support his family, Leona doesn't offer to change either of their situations because he's backed himself into a corner of self wallowing and hatred thinking that he's inadequate bc he's the second prince and his people kinda hate him since he's developed an unsavory personality—

Leona caused some of his problems but that doesn't mean he isn't changing—Ruggie needs Leona to step up if he wants to see change in the slums is my take away.

A lot of ppl think that Ruggie's whole personality is being a smug mother hen, and to an extent he is, but he's on a consistent grind and that is not a healthy mindset.

Back to Deuce snapping on Yuu though, I do see the potential there—yeah, he's working on being a model student and he's down to work with someone he previously viewed as weak, however—

We have to take into account that people slip up, the road to becoming a better person is never an easy journey and while one may feel like they're on top of the world one moment life has a mean ass right hook—

One argument can escalate, a misunderstanding, even just the simple act of Grim making a pass at him could end with him popping off—no i don't think Deuce is volatile due to his delinquent past, I think he's volatile because he's a teenage boy surrounded by teenage boys who think magic makes them better—

Lets not even talk about the money or social status some of these boys have (Leona, Idia, Kalim, Vil).

Just a whole lotta testosterone.

The most likely of him snapping off on Yuu would be if he perceives Yuu as weak— i firmly believe that twst!humans are strong as shit to keep up with Fae, Merfolk, and Beastmen— Yuu not being able to do something Deuce, or even Epel, sees as average can have him questioning Yuu's position.

Delinquent circles often move like a pack of animals, the leader will be challenged the same way the dormleaders have challenged their previous, the same way he and Ace challenged Riddle.

I def think Leona or Jack would step in on Yuu's behalf because Ace just seems like the type who doesn't fight physically, Grim can use magic but one cauldron and he's out, Jack stepping in could parallel how Deuce stepped in for Yuu.

Let's not even take into account Yuu's thoughts during this—your friend turning on you because they think your weak—

Just an overall angst train.

It's very ooc but angst isn't really my forte lmaooo, I also believe Deuce respects Yuu even if they're magicless, he favors the idea of strong leadership rather than strength—it's how they survived the OBs.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #@naughtbodypillow #long post #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #my burning hatred for trey #jack howl #scream into the void and i'll answer

[blutopaz15]

Flufftober: Oct.3

Lazy Sunday

What a shock, it's blu writing rayllum-in-katolis fluff with a side of comforty vibes! Enjoy friends!

NOTES: rated t for teenagers making out and being generally a lil horny, ~1k words

ao3 link

Callum awoke to the sound of the bathroom door sliding shut and saw through sleepy eyes that Rayla was slipping back into their room, already fully dressed and ready for the day.

She looked so tired still though, Callum thought, finding himself troublingly unsurprised by it. She’d been looking that way more and more as their first week back in Katolis had gone by and the barely-there light of the summer morning—which meant it was entirely too early to be awake, especially on a Sunday—only drew his attention to how exhausted she always seemed.

He watched fondly—heartachingly—as she ran her hand back through her hair. Though she looked at him before depositing last night’s pajamas on her nightstand, Rayla seemed not to notice his eyes barely cracked open. She picked up her blades and her boots, then fixed on the brave and aloof face he’d seen her trying to maintain around the castle when he wasn’t right there with her...like she was actually going somewhere at six in the morning.

A yawn decided that it took precedence over calling her over, but it had the same effect. Rayla, realizing he was awake, crossed to his bedside, looking a little brighter

“You’re up early,” he managed around the last of the yawn, reaching for her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Rayla sighed, slotting her fingers between his as she plopped down facing him at the edge of his bed. “Thought maybe I’d go see the training course Soren pointed out last weekend. It’ll probably be too early for anyone else to be there, so…”

He understood without her needing to finish the sentence: tagging along with Soren a few days ago wasn’t the same as just showing up to spar with people—humans—who didn’t know her. Plus, Callum knew Rayla saw it as more than just the not-knowing, and that—though no one had been anything but nice to her—that perception had made her avoid some of the ways they’d all thought she might like to spend her time.

“It’ll probably be deserted all day. Guards don’t train on weekends,” he explained, fidgeting with her hand like it was his own. “I’ll take you later.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Pfft, I’m sure you’ll love that.”

“No, but you will.” He caught the little frown that told him she wasn’t just teasing—that she actually felt bad about him spending the day how she wanted. He squeezed her hand tighter: all he wanted from his princely-duty-free day was to spend it with her anyway. “Seriously. I don’t care what I do today as long as I get to be with you, and you actually have something you want to do. So, we’ll both go. You can show off, and I’ll fall on my face and you can kiss it better. It’ll be fun.”

Rayla nodded and agreed, softening especially at the excuse he now given her to kiss him all day long. She left her fingers intertwined with his when she lifted the back of her hand to her mouth as she yawned.

It was still awfully early.

He pulled the knuckles on the same hand she’d tried to stifle her yawn with to his lips.

“But...come be lazy with me first.”

The way he’d been pulling on her hand meant that it was probably a little bit his fault—though not his intention—when she didn’t snuggle up to his side like he’d anticipated.

Instead, Rayla immediately crawled closer, fixing her lips to his. Her knees plopped down on either side of his waist and he really hadn’t been ready for her hips settling over his lower belly.

“Uh,” he started when she caught a quick breath. She let him speak, her lips on his cheeks—then his nose, then his forehead—feeling much more innocent even if her body still kept moving against him. “Lazy does mean ‘stay in bed all morning’ in Xadia, right?”

She laughed and then sat up straight, which...really didn’t help matters.

“Mmm...we are in bed aren’t we?” she asked, voice all low and flirtatious and…

Why had he questioned Rayla wanting to make out with him?

She shrugged and shifted like she was going to move away to lay down like he’d thought she was going to in the first place, and—

“Just getting a headstart on the kissing your face bit.”

—he hadn’t really meant to when his hands flew to her hips…

But, Callum found himself holding her in place.

“No, stay.” Rayla went wide-eyed for a moment, but before he could overthink, she was smirking at him again, her lips curving all sweet and sassy and a little swollen pink…

She leaned down over him—her mouth so close he could feel her breath—in a way that seemed so...seductive, he could hardly think at all, let alone overthink.

“Like this?”

All he could do was catch the pieces of soft white hair that’d fallen from behind her shoulder, down onto his chest, tuck them back out of the way, and whisper: “Please.”

She obliged, lunging forward eagerly and kissing him thoroughly, without hardly any of the teasing that he’d been known to mistake for hesitance. He matched a few adventurous kisses with wandering hands, but her zealousness soon faded to steady, sweet kisses as her hips—that’d been hovering above him, as if she’d realized what she’d done before—lowered back down so she was straddling him again.

And...it felt good, but the only reason she’d settled like that—her weight fully on top of him—was because the increasingly lazy kisses had stopped and she’d just...laid down.

She yawned again into his chest.

So...sweet.

It...made him a little sad too, though, knowing how much she needed this rest.

He wrapped his arms tight around Rayla’s waist, happy to have her stay just like that, cuddled up against him, for just as long as she wanted.

“Happy?” She mumbled against his chest, pulling her knees up so he didn’t bear her whole weight. He tucked away the piece of her hair that his breath kept catching,

He was more than content to spend a lazy morning watching her doze.

“Happy,” he confirmed, hoping she would be too.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #flufftober2021 #rayla #callum #the dragon prince #fluff with a side of comfort #post s3 #pre ttm #slightly spicy fluff

[eli-elien]

Ya know I'm done with all these silly lil ideas being stuck in my head! >:[

To preface this, all of these ideas are going to be fantasy focusing on funny (sometimes serious) romantic/platonic relationships!

Tagging yall since you seem to like this fantasyXsoft relationships of any kind cuz I sure do!

@shieldherostuffs @localwitchash 

First one!

Two kingdoms are on pretty good terms and their respective leaders think their heirs should get with someone sometime soon before they die.

We have one of kingdoms' prince who is secretly a monster...with social anxiety and a thirst for blood, he usually feeds on animals but sometimes that doesn't satisfy him...

He's forced to go to the kingdom where his future spouse is, he hates but just looks like one of those sad wet-eyed cat images. He's accompanied by his bodyguard and surprisingly bestie...

A son of a monster hunter who swore to secrecy due to their deal being "as long as you don't actually kill a human then you're fine, but if ya break I'll break your face with a cross >:(" 

Then there's his future spouse whom is training on their archery in the big courtyard and keeps getting interrupted by her servants telling them to get ready for her like 6th time meeting a guy. She says they are but is "corrected" that their outfit for practicing with the rapier and bow isnt fit for a meeting such as this.

This is just straight up concepts that I'm just leaving out in the open but also might play around with lol.

But the prince and his bodyguard are in the carriage and bodyguard states he's known the princess ever since they were kids and should be careful esp since they have an arranged marriage and has tried and succeeded at scaring away any man that actually was interested in them.

He's absolutely terrified which is funny since he's literally a weird blood-thirsty shapeshifting beast but ok.

 Btw idk what happened maybe he was swapped with a human baby or cursed or something but ye hes a monster.

When they arrive the he gets out the carriage along with the bodyguard and-an arrow shoots through the window where the prince was sat.

She notices bodyguard and actually does "oh" face and runs up to him who's kinda mad at her for trying to do that even if it was only to scare the prince off.

But its revealed that it just had a non-metal end and would just leave a lil bump, they both forget abt the prince to bond over how much eachother was away and how much more mechevious the princess has become.

The prince says hi and she looks annoyed but concedes says their bestie is here so that's something.

[And that's it lol]

Second one!

This was inspired by watching to much RLcraft vids and dnd videos 

A young person awakens in the woods and quickly finds that they've forgotten their name and how to do certain things but one thing they remember is how to survive and make tools. However their thought process is interrupted by the night sky and the fact that that it has turned into a scarily crimson color.

Monsters start chasing them and they see lights up ahead! 

"A village! People!" Their mind screams but notices that their all huddled in their homes waiting for their demise just outside of their houses. 

As they dash through the village, they note that it's quite big with soldiers killing the monsters that were once chasing him.

They find a tower in the far end of the town and sneaks in.

They inhale sharply trying to catch their breath. Nothing seems to be remembered yet, and the person still hasn't grasped at what their name once was. Still they needs food, and not only that, but tools and armor. 

They pick of stack of wheat and-

[Swhoomm]

It turns into a stack of cards, they pick up more stuff from the chest and finds leather.

They looks into the mirror and finds that they're wearing a dress of kind but think that it's quite befitting and calming in this event.

After they fill what they now remember is an "inventory" they explore the rest of tower, which is very much abandoned for some reason.

They explore to find a staircase leading farther down below ground, they breathe in, there might be things better than this iron sword and leather anyways; they tell themselves.

It's a long staircase tinted with blue by the flames of the torches and after the walk down there they step on something and lights flicker.

Before them stands a statue of a gigantic reptilian creature with wings. Something in them begs them to not go near it but they do and slightly touch the statue's snout.

They spring back like a cat as the statue crumbles screaming, "I didn't do anything!"

Surprisingly what appears before them after the smoke settles...is a tall man.

"What ya did was free me, and who are you?" He gestures his hand out to shake it but quickly takes it away with a not so friendly face.

"A human? Was I, [insert big bad dragon name here lol], really saved by a mere human?" He grumbles and puts his clawed hand over his face, "Who are you anyway?"

They quickly notice his attention on them and find his presence intimidating, "uh...UM..NOBODY!"

After abruptly shouting that they clamor up the stairs as fast as they can.

"Eep!" They find themselves lifted up the ground one they reach the top.

"I asked what your name is? Answer!" He asks impatiently.

"I...um..."

He sighs, "you're mumbling..."

"I CANT REMEMBER!"

he grumbles to himself once again, "Great i meet another sentient being after being sealed and basically dead for centuries and they have amnesia..."

"Ok fine whatever uh...do ya remember anything at all?"

"Ha ah, if i uh say no will you kill me? They say with a nervous smile.

He rolls his eyes and growls in their face putting his hands up in a clawing motion, which of course scares the hell out of them.

"I'm a monster? A dragon? What do you think?"

"Oh come uh ah ha you seem like the reasonable type of dragon right?"

"Ha fine I'm not killing ya right now, is there anything you'd be helpful towards, I need to find something..."

They smile, just cuz they don't remember their name, identity or anything else doesn't mean they're naive, "And that is?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"I might have some info it."

"Might, might being the key word. Tch ya know what? Just talking to you is wasting my time! I'm just going to be off!" He opens his mouth and they expect fire but only smoke comes out. "Shut it."

He opens the window and they go to another area of the place and here a "Ah!"

They rush to see what was that, and sees him hanging on the balcony.

"Do you need any help?"

"No!"

"Are you really a dragon?"

"Whatever pretty boy, you probably don't even remember what a dragon is!"

"Aren't they supposed to fly?"

"Tch, fine, fine. Help me...please." he says begrudgingly.

"Not til you promise me you won't kill me and if you are as 'strong' as you say you are how about I'll help you and you'll be protecting me. How about that?"

"I'm hanging above a group of monsters! They'd gladly tear me apart!"

They smile.

"Ugh fine, deal."

They take his hand and get to safety.

[That's it]

I was planning on this that maybe the dragon boy is trying to find his memories specifically of the warrior that sealed him away but got this person with him bc of this interaction. And everytime he came across a memory more of dragon powers came back and its revealed that the pretty boy he's been traveling with is that warrior or something. Although idk if their relationship will turn romantic or not.

Also can you tell I have soft spot for monster x human relationships be it platonic or romantic lol

(Did I also get inspired by the vampire dies in no time? Yes lol.)

#writing ideas #original idea #OC

[hannie-dul-set]

virtue of humility [choi seungcheol]

“humility /(h)yo͞oˈmilədē/ —  a modest or low view of one's own importance; humbleness.”

LUCKY 7′S MASTERLIST

PAIRING | prince! choi seungcheol x musician! reader (f) GENRE | royal! au, romance, fluff WARNINGS | none <3 WORD COUNT | 4.8k

a/n: hello!! :> my pieces for the collab are a little different from lila and gina’s because i went for a more thematic approach. nevertheless, i hope you’ll still enjoy <33 also the language is a lil oldsey-timesey HJSHF just a heads up HAHA

Prince Seungcheol had never thought of the glimmer of the crown perched on his head as something more significant than an accessory. Though bearing an extra weight with the dazzles of its heavy ruby and sapphire embellishments, it felt as if it wasn’t even there. But for most of his waking hours, the prince would resign from wearing it— head barren from the symbol  of his nobility.

“But you’re the prince,” his Royal Advisor, Jeonghan, had once said. “What service will your people owe to you when they know not who to serve?”

“Is it not the prince's duty to serve? To meet the needs of his people?” a smile plastered on his lips, Seungcheol answered, pushing the golden wreath back into his advisors hands. “I am a servant just as I am a prince. There is no need for grandeurs such as these.”

Jeonghan had never roused the same question again.

The same could be said today; strolling over the family of large rocks beside the crystal stream, Seungcheol gleamed as the wind brushed like whispered breaths through his hair, uncovered by the weight of his crown. He eyed a school of silver fishes swimming against the light current of water, crouching down on the rough stone to look at them closely. A content sigh breezed past his lips, and he dipped two fingers on the water’s clean surface, the sudden cold kissing his fingertips sending a slight shiver down his spine. There was no one else around the stream— Seungcheol would know since he spends almost every other day in solitude here.

He liked being in the palace. He liked being around the people he loved, and those who loved him just as much. But Seungcheol also liked being alone from time to time.

Although it seemed that he wasn’t alone. The faint, but definite sound of singing was telling him so.

It was far. But despite the distance, Seungcheol noticed someone— the silhouette of what appeared to be a lady sitting atop the identical looking clump of rocks in front of the same stream he was in front of, only opposite from where Seungcheol was. It was either his curiosity or the sweetness of the voice’s notes beckoning him to move closer, but when he was halfway there, he concluded that it was a mixture of both.

Seungcheol found it unusual for anyone other than himself to be here. It was unspoken, but all the residents of the Northern Empire’s village knew that the prince frequented this spot, and therefore they all stayed away out of respect for his peace. It was a shame, really. Prince Seungcheol would have welcomed any other presence outside of his into his supposed private hideout. Therefore the appearance of the mysterious girl was a sort of shooting star for him— a brief flash of bubbling hope that you’d have to quickly grasp before it disappears once more.

And so he moved at a quicker pace to catch you.

You, on the other hand, were sitting peacefully on top of the hard, grey, rock, the hem of your skirt barely fluttering over the stream’s mouth as your legs were stretched over the tough surface. The echoes of your singing were fairly silent— though apparently that wasn’t the case seeing that you were loud enough for someone to approach you, and you immediately closed your mouth shut.

“Why did you stop? Are you not comfortable with eyes watching you as you sing?”

“I am not comfortable with a stranger’s eyes watching me. It does not matter whether I sing or not,” the man smiled at you— an apologetic smile, and he respected your wishes as he did not dare to close the distance of the stream that separated you both.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable,” he said, propping himself down on the rocky surface. “But it is rare to have someone other than myself to be here. I would like to make your acquaintance, if you may.”

You eyed him suspiciously, and you could tell that he noticed your distrust because he shot you the most charming display of a smile that anyone has ever sent you. “Do you own this area? I’m not trespassing, am I?” you pressed, and it took him a few moments of silence before he responded.

“Well yes, I suppose,” he answered, and there was a flash of panic running through you upon realizing that you had just wandered into this man’s property without his prior knowledge. You were lucky that he seemed to be forgiving. “Though, I’m always willing to share. That is if you share something of yours, as well.”

To share? You had nothing to share even if you wanted to.

“What could I possibly share with you?” your brows furrowed. “You noticed me from as far as dozens of spaces away, yet upclose you cannot seem to see that I am empty handed.”

If he wanted you to leave, he could have just said so. But he also said that he wanted to make your acquaintance, so what were you to take out of it? He wanted you to stay but for you to stay you had to give. But he knew and could see that you had nothing to give, so what could he want?

“Your name.”

He said. The stray kisses of the sun's rays served as a transparent crown of gold above his head as he uttered his sentiments with a blinding smile.  “You can share with me your name.”

That was none of what I expected, you thought, pressing your lips together in a tight line to mask even a sliver of your amusement, but it would only take one quick glance for anyone to notice the smile trying to fight its way into your face. To be frank, you weren't aware of what you were expecting— but you had assumed that you would be staying here for much longer. It appeared that it wasn't the case anymore. He knew how to impress you, but you had cards of your own. “But that would mean that you’d have to share your name, too. And I’d have nothing else to give after that.”

There was silence that occupied, but with the unrelenting nature of his smile, you could only assume that he was unbothered by your challenge. You continued to look at him from across the stream, the rippling of its waters flooding into your ears before he finally decided to speak,

“I will be giving you my name for free,” his tone mimicked that of the running water— calm, gentle. Without a trace of impurity in its crystal clear vulnerability. “So there is no need for you to remain at an unease.”

The nameless man stood from the slippery edge, blocking the sun away and it looked as if he, himself, was the blazing sun. The dimples on his cheeks— details that you have overlooked before and had only been captured by your eyes now— made a shy appearance in accordance with the upturn of his mouth’s corners.

“Seungcheol.”

“Y/N.”

He took this as an invitation to finally be allowed to cross the stream, and so he did, the water sloshing around his ankles as he pushed forward. It wasn’t too deep, thankfully, and only the bottom part of his dark trousers were drenched. Seungcheol positioned himself beside you, far enough not to invade your comfort, but close enough for you to feel his serene presence. “Is it alright for me to ask a question?” You nodded, urging him. “Are you from the Southern Empire, perhaps?”

Your brows raised. Huh, he was quick to notice that you were a foreigner. There were no physical distinctions that differentiated those from the Northern Empire, where you were right now, and the Southern Empire, where you actually lived. Maybe Seungcheol was familiar with those living around, and he thought that you looked unfamiliar. “Yes. How did you know?”

“You don’t seem like you’re from here.”

To Seungcheol, there were a few telltales indicating that you lived from the opposite land. One, you didn’t know that people tend to steer away from this place. And two— it didn’t look like you were aware that he was the prince. (This was why he hesitated in answering your question earlier. Technically, this was public property, but technically it was his, as well).

There wasn’t a need for him to tell you now, though. It wasn’t of importance, anyway.

“What brings you here, Y/N? Are you on a visit?”

“Half visit, I suppose,” you answered, and Seungcheol quirks a brow at this. “Half for an event.”

“An event? Is it the ball to be held at the palace this weekend?”

“Yes, that exactly,” you adjusted your sitting position, folding your legs as you looked at nowhere in particular in the midst of your thought. “I was lucky enough to be one few chosen by the music academy I’m in to play with the Northern ensemble. But of course I wouldn’t want to miss the chance to take a peek of the foreign empires sceneries.”

A grin was plastered on your face when you turned to look at the boy beside you, and it appeared that he was mirroring your expression. “I’ll be there, as well. Would that mean I’d be graced by the chance to hear you sing again?”

You lapsed, visibly flushed at his inquiry and you sat yourself straight as you were suddenly flooded by the realization that the reason he had found you was because of your singing. 

“A-absolutely not," you stammered. "I play the violin.”

“Ah, I see,” he didn’t put an effort to mask his disappointment, and it wasn’t of any help to your already racing heart. You weren’t one to let just anyone to hear you sing— it was embarrassing. Yet this boy who you had just met today had already driven himself past your sphere of comfort, but you still found yourself just brushing it away, locking it away to someplace you’ll never find, just so the shame won’t be able to meet the light of day once again. 

Seungcheol took note of your silence and he felt as if he were the cause of it. Fearing that he might end up chasing away a possible friend, he resorted to making conversation on a different topic, instead. “I heard that there were an abundance of herbs and spices in the North.”

You lightened up at this, relieved that he took a different route, and Seungcheol felt mirth tugging at his cheeks at your reaction. “Mhm. Is it not the case here?”

He shook his head. “Mining is the biggest industry here. We acquire all our herbs from yours.”

The sun was slowly rising higher into the sky, in sync with the prickling temperature. Though beside the stream, the breeze was crisp, cool kisses against your skin as you and Seungcheol talked the day away until it was already around lunch time and the morning's heat had finally made aware of its presence. And it also made you aware of the schedule you had for the remaining afternoon.

“Oh! How stupid of me to forget— ah!” in your rush to stand, you clumsily lost your footing on the slippery rock, the body of water inviting your immediate fall. But it never came, as Seungcheol was quick enough  to catch you by the waist, pulling you into him in one swift motion.

It was the second time that you had buried your shame. 

“Careful now,” he retracted his hold from you when you had finally caught your balance, the ghost of his touch sizzling amidst the sun’s heat. You stared at him, flustered, and he gave you a kind stretch of his lips. “You may be in a hurry, but it would be fruitless if you only end up soaking wet.”

“At least I’d be cool underneath this angry sun,” you reasoned, though still a bit dazed from the earlier rush. “Thank you.”

Seungcheol nodded a smile at you, steadily guiding your posture as you carefully puddled into the brook, feeling the cold water on your ankles when you did. He did not remove his gentle touch on your shoulders, nor did he keep his eyes off you even when you have finally crossed the waters, and you found yourself stirring— tides crashing harder than that of the stream. He only let go when the presence of the rocks were nowhere to be found anymore.

“May I ask what brings you in such a rush?”

The village was now in your short view, though you were still shielded by the barrier of birch trees lining the outside of the rural area. You were supposed to be at your temporary housing at around thirty.

“Practice,” you answered. "The ball is a mere seven days away.”

Seungcheol nodded at your sparing response. “I’ll be seeing you by then. Or perhaps tomorrow? That is If willing to keep me company again. It does get rather lonely with nothing but the fishes accompanying me. They aren't chatty fellows.”

The soft sound of your laughter was all he heard. You smiled at him, a smile that weighed heavier than his crown and he found his chest squeezing at the pressure.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Seungcheol.”

A week melted into days and days melted into minutes into seconds until you found yourself within the vicinity of your fellow musicians inside the blue haze of the Diamond Palace’s ballroom. The large hall mimicked that of a watery stream with the crystal linings of its walls, and the flooding bodies of the numerous visitors beamed like swimming sea creatures. You had not yet seen Seungcheol as of late, even though he promised that you’d meet once more today, for tomorrow was your day of departure.

Racing eyes accompanied by your racing heart moved in beats of impatience as you scanned the façade of water, only to leave you unsatisfied from the lack of his presence. You’ve only spent days with him— yet those days were enough to concur a sweetened taste of mutual longing.

On your second day, Seungcheol showed you a field of flowers a few strolls past the familiar stream. The third day ended with a rapid flurry of conversations about everything and nothing at the same time, and it resulted with you running late for your practice. It was all worth it, though, because it was also on that day that you had found out that Seungcheol hosted the most modest of souls out of all the empires. You accompanied him at the marketplace after you spent hours by the stream, and you witnessed him silently helping the vendors in small, simple ways without even whispering a word. On day four you’d gotten even closer. A stranger no longer was he. And on day five you felt the first of many butterflies swarming inside your stomach, and since then you had lost it.

You shared your first kiss on the sixth day, and the seventh ended with another.

It was quick, you had to admit. And it will end too quickly for your liking. Perhaps that was why the days felt like pages flipping through the thinnest book on the shelf, or a winter solstice in the middle of summer that has prolonged its visit for six days more. Though, you were determined to see him once again this evening, even if it took until the last warning of the ballroom’s final lit torch.

“Y/N, is your mind elsewhere? The ball is starting and we are to get in position at once. Hurry up,” the ushering voice of your companion, Jihye, was like the chirping of an annoying swallow that you wished to die down. Indeed, this opportunity to play for the Royal Family was an honor. But as you moved along with your travels across the empires, so had your priorities as they have shifted from the south to the north.

However, you didn’t want to cause any trouble— especially if it was only because of the selfishness of your desires. So with a disheartened sigh, you picked up your stringed instrument and melted into the orchestra as you waited for the Noble’s entrance.

It was difficult to fiddle with the violin when your heart was elsewhere, but you had to will yourself to focus so as to not bring shame to your academy’s name. You straightened your posture and positioned the instrument, and you maneuvered the bow in the same manner as you had tirelessly practiced for weeks. For a while, you had managed to rid yourself from the ghosting thoughts of Seungcheol.

That is until the Emperor, Empress, and Prince finally descended down the grand staircase, and the familiar swarm of butterflies fizzled into your chest— untamed and unforgiving as they drowned what semblance of peace you had managed to belatedly hold on to.

You had been aching to see Seungcheol’s face tonight, but this was none of what you had expected.

“Gracing before us, the heart of the Northern Empire— the Imperial Family!”

It was as if you were stricken by Cupid’s merciless arrows ten times over because only one was clearly not enough. Everyone around you had fallen their heads in a respectful bow, yet you still stood staring at the Prince in such a spell-bound daze until Jihye pulled you down with her like a ragdoll.

You couldn’t believe it.

Seungcheol and the Prince of the North were one and the same.

Were you mistaken? Did he not care for you enough to tell you that he was the actual heir to the Empire's throne? You raised your head upon sensing the movements of the people around you, but you were a beat behind since you still hadn’t recovered from the befuddlement inflicted on your senses. You were lucky enough to only be playing along one piece for tonight’s ball, else your performance would have been a disaster. Having managed to finish the piece with minor mistakes was a miracle in itself, but that’s where your miracles would end.

Because the moment the last note came to an end, the moment you were about to step down from the elevated stage along with your companions, you had noticed Seungcheol staring right at you.

He was smiling.

And the butterflies were almost impossible to contain.

You felt someone tugging at your arm, insisting you to leave, and so you reluctantly did— but not without sparing one last glance at Seungcheol, sitting high and mighty on his golden throne. He looked different, completely different from the boy the stream who you fleetingly fell for. But it was him all the same. His gorgeous smile telling you. You hoped that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you when you noticed his smile melting into a sad puddle of a frown when you finally left.

“Is that the prince circling amongst the crowd?”.

“What?”

Jihye whispered from beside you as you rushed to the buffet, and you quickly snapped your head back to confirm, and your eyes were met with the familiar gaze of the ones you’d get lost into for hours on end. He shot you a grin upon eye contact, and you felt yourself starting to get dizzy.

It was him. Despite the barrage of bodies between you, you could immediately tell which pretty eyes were his.

Did he forget that he was the prince?! You saw him trying to chase after you, but you firmly shook your head as Jihye dragged you away, the distance between you stretching farther and farther. He looked confused, baffled in a frozen stance when you motioned to push him away. But he was the prince. No matter how you felt, no matter how desperately you wanted to be held in his arms and be swept by his lips on yours, he can’t be seen with you. You were beneath him, after all.

“Y/N, would you please hurry? Heavens, girl, what has gotten into you tonight?”

You couldn’t be seen with him.

“My apologies, Jihye, but I haven’t been feeling well since earlier,” you said. “I’ll resign to bed early tonight.”

Not with the lingering eyes of everyone in the ballroom.

“Oh dear, you better get some rest, Y/N. I’ll tell everyone else that you left early.”

You could only hope that Seungcheol understood the same.

The stream sparkled under the moonlight, as if the waters were littered with iridescent beads of glitter, swimming alongside the silver fishes that inhabited it. You carefully maneuvered over the rocky ground, hands gripping the fabric of your dress skirts upwards so you won’t trip over them and fall into the cold water. Seungcheol wasn’t here to catch you like last time.

You were still lost because of the information that you had belatedly found out, and you weren’t even given the chance to let it all simmer. Seungcheol was the prince of the Northern Empire¾ that you knew. Why he didn’t even give you the slightest hint about the significance of his identity­ that you didn’t know. And you were determined to find out before you took you leave tomorrow.

That is if he showed up tonight.

Words weren’t exchanged between the both of you, but maybe he understood the message that you tried to relay just by the look of your eyes The ball wasn’t to end until an hour or two, so you had a long time to lie in wait, sitting atop the clump of stones as you gazed down at your reflection on the water, the moon peeking behind your presence.

Though, you underestimated the prince. Because it hadn’t even been ten when he showed himself before you across the stream.

“Why did you depart so early without even allowing me to spend a second near your presence?” his voice held the sound of hurt, and it made you feel guilty almost. Seungcheol hurriedly dip his ankles into the stream, racing across it to get to you as if you would slip away if he were a second too late. You helped him up the harsh surface, and the first thing he did was caress your cold cheek with the warmth of his hand, fingers blazing like the sun’s rays as you felt them brushing against your skin. There was a pout on his lips when he spoke. “Had I done something wrong?”

You held his wrist with your hands, bringing them down but you didn’t let go of him, and then with a soft voice, you asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the prince?”

“I—” he was taken aback at your question, brows raised in surprise with the subtle pursing of his lips ever so evident. “I didn't think it was necessary.”

“You didn’t think it was necessary? Seung— Your Highness, that's the same as keeping your entire self from me,” you tried to let go of his hand, but he immediately snatched them back, intertwining your fingers into his once more without ever the intention of letting you go. Seungcheol was upset. He was upset because you didn’t call him by his given name. He was upset that you’re trying to make things change.

He was upset because he didn’t understand why the idea of him being the prince seemed so important to you.

“But I never kept myself from you, Y/N,” he reasoned, brows furrowed in frustration. “I may be the prince but that is only a title. More than anything else, I am Seungcheol.” 

You stared at him, his eyes containing all the stars in the night sky, pleading for the night to stay longer as tomorrow meant seeing you no longer. His lips, so pretty and red against his glowing skin, tugged down in a tight frown that you oh so desperately wanted to kiss away.

“It pained me when you pushed me away earlier,” he muttered, a release of melancholic laughter stringing behind it. “Did you have a change of heart after a single instance?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, offended by his ridiculous assumption. “Do you know how people would react if they see the prince with a mere musician? I pushed you away because it was the right thing to do. Not because I wanted to.”

“Is it right to be dishonest?”

“That is not the point!” you weren’t able to cease the unprecedented elevation of your voice, but then you quickly slammed your fingers over your lips. Seungcheol noticed your gestures, only furrowing the heaviness he was feeling even further. “Please do not humble yourself for me, Your Highness. Do you not hold any importance to your title at all?” 

“No.”

It was an immediate response. A response that carried neither regret nor hesitation— only sheer and sincere honesty. Though you stood before him, he looked at you as if you were so far away, yearning for you. “Prince or not, my heart remains the same. I still would have kissed you on the sixth.”

You weren’t prepared for his bold confession. Not at all because you found yourself slipping away from your presence of mind, an influx of emotions clogging your throat as you refused to meet his eye. Seungcheol lightly chuckled at your abashment, him ghosting his fingers underneath your chin so you would look at him. “Is there something wrong?” despite the worried tone of his question, a belated smile stretched on his face. He was mildly delighted seeing your flustered stance.

“You are the prince, Your Highness. Yet you treat me as though I were a goddess,” your eyes were wilting, apologetic under his presence. You brushed away his gentle hold, the warmth of his grazing touch disappearing as you did. “I don’t believe I deserve this, Your Highness. I don't deserve to be in your presence— much less to share a kiss with you.”

“Nonsense. You are deserving for the fact that it is what you and I both want. Why? Do you not want to kiss me?”

“You are impossible,” you breathed out amidst the brandishing of your nerves. “What would your parents say about this?”

“Nothing,” he simply stated. “They might have dictated my future, but they do not dictate how my heart feels.”

It felt as if the two of you were pushing and pulling back and forth for hours. It was mostly due to your own stubbornness, honestly. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want him. It wasn’t easy to mask something as wild and torrid as a stormy typhoon. You were trying your best because it was what you were supposed to do, but deep down you knew that one word from him would be enough to have you releasing your desperately, weakly, suppressed emotions.

“And my heart feels for you, Y/N.”

This wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair. What chance did you have when it was he who was rendering you defenseless? You stared at Seungcheol, incredulous and so, so lost for him all the same. He was expectant of your response— you could tell from the way he looked at you with hopeful eyes which made you willing to forget that he was the prince because he was right. It didn’t matter. Not at all.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, and you took a single step closer towards him over the rough surface of the rocks.

“Does your offer for a kiss still stand?” you mused. “Or am I a second too late?”

Seungcheol’s eyes fluttered, both from surprise and from the fleeting feeling of delight. “You’re never too late,: he smiled at you, gaze pooling the drops of the moon’s light— endless, as if you could get lost in them. You leaned in. feeling the warmth of his breath tickling the skin on your face like invisible, teasing kisses. There was a lapse of hesitation running through you because was it alright for you to just have him right here and now? He didn’t seem to be protesting.

You were only seconds away from finally getting a taste of him, but he suddenly backed away at the last moment.

“But then you did waste a fair amount of time,” he wore a pondering pout on his lips, and stared at him wide eyed. But then he met your eyes with his dimpled grin blooming on his features. “Maybe you should make up for it by singing to me one last time before your departure.”

You rolled your eyes at him, dismissing the prince’s proposal. Instead you quickly grabbed the expensive fabric of his collar, pulling him towards you in a sudden motion, and snatched a swift kiss from his unguarded lips.

“The night is long, my prince,” you hummed. You weren’t sure why you were hesitant to be truthful to yourself earlier— it wasn't like anything had changed after all. The smile on Seungcheol’s face was still the same as the one you saw that morning. “Blackbirds won’t be singing until a few hours.”

“But you will sing for me now, won’t you?” he asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

You couldn’t help your lips from stretching into a wide grin. “It is only fair for me to do so.”

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[xhanisai]

Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll choke.

(AO3) (FFN)

Summary -  "But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking." To summarise, if you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy. A.K.A. A wonderful crackfic where Lila gets karma shoved up her ass by Adrien every time she tries to hurt Marinette.

A/N: I'm having an affair with dumb bitch juice. Shhh. Don't tell angst. ~(x)~ . . . "Heh, looking good~" The Italian teen winked to herself one last time at the mirror and then striked a pose that radiated pure confidence and clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. Luck was on her side today, lil ol' Rossi could feel it in her bones. 'Today is a wonderful day to knock down Dupain-Cheng a peg or two...' Lila hummed perversely, olive irises twinkling with mischief and sadism. She applied another coating of her favourite orange lip gloss and spritzed her body with some more pumpkin spice flavoured perfume (that was apparently a one of a kind DKNY product that the company themselves have gifted her, that's right Juleka). Digging out one of the hundreds of pictures she has of Adrien Agreste in her drawer, she planted a sloppy kiss on the face (lil hoe thinks she's being seductive smh smh), whispered something absolutely filthy and then made her way out of the house with a green apple in hand. As she walked, numerous plans and ideas were concocted up in her head whilst she happily chewed through the sour, bitter fruit that could compete with her own acidic heart. Certainly, her plans weren't going as smoothly as she'd like, given that not only has Marinette stood strong, Alya and Nino still stuck to the raven haired girl like glue and the model boy actually dared to threaten her to withdraw Mari's expulsion. Of all people, he threatened her! Who the hell did he think he is? He should be nothing but a spineless pretty face, a decoration to her growing fame. Ugh! Shaking her head and refocusing her thoughts, Lila took one last, harsh bite from the fruit and then tossed it away without a second glance, hitting an unsuspecting rat with wings- pigeon, an unsuspecting poor pigeon. Looks like M. Ramier will be akumatised later on if he ever sees the splat of feathers on the pavement. She didn't give a damn. Instead, a sinister, almost feral like smile stretched on the brunette's lips as she spotted her prey up ahead, sitting on the front steps that led to the collège. Quite a few passerbyers and students gave Marinette either a disappointed look or a disgusted grimace. Most pretty much ignored her, leaving the Asian bowing her head down in embarrassment, making herself look as small as possible. 'Like the useless mouse she is.' Lila barely held off the urge to giggle. After making Cheng look like such an evil cretin and even managing to get her expelled, her reputation has almost been tarnished! Marinette went from one of the most popular, prettiest, kindest girl in school to the most conniving, horrible, wench in a matter of a day. She would have been gone forever had it not been for Adrien's stupid- SPLASH!!!!! No way. No. Fucking. Way. Lila gaped like a dead fish, unable to comprehend what had just happened as her once dry, stylish clothes dripped with dirty puddle water and the stench of dirt clung to her hair and skin. The now filthy looking teen snapped out of her stupor and glowered at the offending car that DARED to zoom through the ginormous puddle only to gawk again when she registered the vehicle's familiarity. Lila wasn't able to do more than budge an inch as a certain model stepped out of the car in front of the collège and lifted Marinette to her feet with his hand. He gave the petite girl a warm smile that only sickened the Italian girl to the core even further and when he interlaced his hand with Marinette's, leading her inside the building, Lila couldn't stop the ferocious growl from escaping her throat. This was meant to be HER day today. A fresh splatter on her head from up above proved otherwise. Her hand shot to her head, face twisted in a witch like grimace as slick, gooey slime coated her fingers and hair. Lila mustered up as much venom as she possibly could in her eyes, tilting her head up, only to see the very same pigeon that got hit by the apple, glare back. Neither of the two noticed the wry smile that Adrien let out as he shielded a flustered Marinette inside the building... ~(x)~ Full classroom? Check. Mme. Bustier temporarily out of the room? Check. Dupain-Cheng opening her backpack whilst oblivious? Check. Lila wiggled in her seat like a cat waiting to pounce on the mouse (not like those in cute youtube videos), eyes narrowing at the back of Marinette's head, awaiting for the right moment to act. You see, earlier on, Lila planted one of Chloe's prized earrings (dumb barbie never learnt her lesson when it came to bringing family heirlooms to school) in Marinette's bag, planning on calling her out of stealing it to further crush her reputation into smithereens. Knowing Chloe and her illogical grudge against the girl, the consequences would be so much more worse for Marinette considering she's the mayor's daughter and all- . . . Wait... What? Lila blinked twice, thrice, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. 'What in the world???' "O-ooooh! Who put this pretty flower in my bag?" Marinette twirled the lavender rose between her fingers in awe, admiring the beautiful plant with a cute blush on her cheeks. She gave the rose a sniff, cheeks glowing further as she hummed pleasantly. "It smells so nice!" Her smile was so disgustingly sweet, Lila could have sworn that the girl was radiating diabetes. Maybe she should pretend to faint and blame it on Marinette somehow? "Looks like you have a secret admirer, girl~ Did you know that lavender roses mean love at first sight?" Alya playfully poked Marinette's cheek, waggling her eyebrows whilst the rest of the girls in the class- sans Chloe, Sabrina and of course Lila herself, gathered around their class president's table. Their coos and questions were deaf on the seething Italian's ears as she was hyper focused on Adrien's face. The way his eyes lowered knowingly and his lips upturned into a secret but smug smile. The way his head tilted towards the side ever so slightly as he watched the French-Asian with so much...love. Lila was close to throwing up in her mouth. 'So that little Prince was the one who replaced Chloe's earrings with that stupid flower...huh...has he caught on...?' Just as that thought passed through Lila's head, the sound of Chloe bragging about her new earrings filled up the room with the addition of Sabrina's praises. The brunette cocked an eyebrow, dissatisfied of her plan failing in ruining Marinette's life further and getting Adrien wrapped around her pinky, where he belongs. With a string of Italian curses muttered, Lila opened her bag and- "CHE CAZZO È!?" Lila launched the provocative bag away with another scream and when it landed on Kim's desk, dozens of spiders pooled out like a tidal wave, causing the athletic Vietnamese to jump up ten feet in the air with a high pitched yowl and that in turn created a mass panic in the classroom. "Ah- đéođéođéo- KEEP THEM AWAY FROM ME!" Kim let out another screech, forcing himself into a baffled Alix's arms as the spiders scattered whilst everyone else stood on their desks to avoid the wonderfully adorable critters. "LILA! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THOSE MONSTERS IN YOUR BAG!?" Kim cried out as soon as a shocked Mme. Bustier returned to the classroom. The red headed woman gawked at the floor and then grimaced before sending a stern look towards Lila, hands on her hips. Everyone in the class froze at her stance. "Lila, we know that you've just returned from a campaign to save a species of highly venomous spiders from going extinct but that does not permit you in bringing them to school. You'll be on rubbish duty for the rest of this week and M. Damocles shall discuss with you later on for a more suitable punishment after that. Everyone else, please remain calm and carefully step out of the room." The olive eyed brunette didn't get a chance to defend herself as everyone comically sped outside at a speed that would make even Sonic The Hedgehog jealous. Nino and Ivan were held piggy back style by their respective girlfriends whilst it took Alix, Max, Nathanael and Juleka to tear a petrified Kim off the wall (In turn, Rose held him bridal style as if he didn't weigh more than a feather). When she saw Marinette shyly grasp Adrien's hand to lead him out, Lila saw red and looked away before she did something she would regret. In amidst her internal monologue, she missed Adrien's dangerous smirk as his eyes glinted devilishly. The boy tightened his grip on Marinette's hand, much to the girl's surprise and delight whilst his kwami snickered in his blazer's inner pocket. ~(x)~ "Whoa!" Marinette let out a yelp, numerous files slipping out of her hands as she flailed her arms to regain balance. Unfortunately, she ended up tipping backwards towards the edge of the stairs much to Lila's entertainment. If she couldn't break Marinette's godforsaken will and reputation completely, a few bones or so should satisfy her ruthless heart- "Marinette! Be careful!" With amazing speed, Adrien caught the girl from behind, interlocking his arms around her body in an iron grip without even wincing at the weight of her mass colliding with his chest. A few passerbyers, including Rossi herself observed the scene with incredulous expressions. The latter pissed at the stupid prince charming's bloody timing! She didn't know what annoyed her more. The fact that her plan failed for the umpteenth time or the useless anime like tropes that seemed to play when it came to blonde boy and noir girl. "Ack! Thanks Adrien..."  Marinette expected a simple 'No problem Mari,' from the boy but was taken aback by his malicious glare that was directed at the tanned girl before them. She couldn't help the squeak that escaped her when his grip tightened as he lead them up the stairs, standing a mere feet away from Lila. His hold on Cheng wavered between protective and possessive. Marinette found it kinda hot. "You know, we have bins for a reason Rossi. Be sure to chuck your litter away or else someone could get hurt." His voice was gravelly and alarmingly low, indicating who would really get harmed in the situation. Lila hated the way her blood chilled to ice and the unpleasant shivers that shook her spine before mustering the energy to plaster an innocent smile instead of running away. "Oops. Silly me," She bent down to pick up the can she conveniently dropped earlier on, causing Marinette to trip in the first place. "My arthritis has been acting up all day-" "And I painted the Mona Lisa, yeah, whatever." Marinette and Lila, both only close enough to hear, widened their eyes at Adrien's passive aggressive tone. Without wasting another second, the boy tugged Marinette along, heading away from the scowling Italian. The sickening duo seemed to get closer and closer every second, causing Lila's blood to burn with rage. "He's definitely caught on...that boy is more slippery and sneaky than I thought...as expected of the son of Gabriel Agreste." Lila growled severely, crushing the can in her grip- SPEW! Oh. The can was never empty from the start. Steam figuratively shot out of her ears as the fizzy drink dripped down her hair, face and clothes, smearing her layers upon layers of caked makeup that took her hours to do this morning- after she went back home to shower and changed into fresh clothes when she was soaked by that dirty puddle, courtesy of Adrien's fucking car! 'GAME ON AGRESTE.' ~(x)~ Lila planted that wretched goose- pigeon, that wretched pigeon in Marinette's locker, anticipating a commotion or SOMETHING. However, when the unsuspecting girl, accompanied by her trio of friends, opened said locker, there was no pigeon. Instead, out popped out a ridiculously cute, handmade Chat Noir doll. According to Marinette's and Alya's babbles, it's a doll that the former has made ever since the pathetic heroes of Paris made their debut. "But how did it get here? I don't recall bringing it in with me today," Yes, Lila also wanted to know how the FUCK that cursed plush appeared out of thin air. It certainly wasn't there when she shoved the feathered pterodactyl in. "Maybe you brought it with you by accident?" Nino quipped. "Didn't you have that phase back in école where you'd always bring a teddy that you slept with for company?" "WEDONOTTALKABOUTTHAT." Marinette retorted back with gritted teeth, slamming her locker door for emphasis but the way she hugged the Chat Noir doll protectively afterwards did little to intimidate the bespeckled boy. In fact, much to Lila's disgust, the trio melted at Marinette's obviously fake cuteness. Unbelievable! Where did that pigeon go anyways!? Never peeling her eyes away from the nauseating quad, Lila snatched the door of her locker open, grinding her teeth- "COO!!!" ...only to be attacked by a flurry of feathers and a sharp beak. This time, whilst she, along with a 'helpful' Alya and Nino managed to rip the bedeviled thing off her face, Lila caught a shit-eating grin on Adrien's lips as he watched her suffer without a word. 'That little BASTARD! He did this to me!' Rolling his eyes as if Lila was nothing but a three year old throwing a tantrum, he threw an arm around Marinette's shoulder who looked more confused than anything. "What is Jacques doing here?" Lila almost scoffed at the Asian's question. That failure of a bird has a name? And familiarised with Marinette no less? No wonder he was currently a bitch and half in her ass! No one answered Mari's question regardless. Though surely, that sinister cat of a model held the answer. "I'm more curious of whether you sleep with that little Chat doll or not, Marinette~" He teased, much to Lila's dismay and Marinette's embarrassment. Alya and Nino momentarily forgot about the clearly traumatised Lila, simply to join in with the jesting. "N-N-NO! HAHA- what a silly question Adrien!" Marinette slapped the teen's shoulder with a bit more oomph than the usual friendly slaps, cheeks reddening and eyes flickering to the side. "She can't go to sleep without it~" Alya confessed on her best friend's behalf, glasses twinkling impishly at Mari's cry of "Traitor!". "One time when she was at mine for a sleepover, she forgot to bring Petit Noir along and stayed awake all night without his presence. She's so pure, isn't she?" Marinette was left as a blushy, squealing mess as the rest of her friends chuckled fondly. If it wasn't frowned upon in this country, Rossi would have gladly kicked them all out the window one by one till their sorry necks snapped but even she had some sort of control. "Adorable, absolutely adorable." This time, Lila did throw up in her mouth as Adrien swept Marinette up into a bone crushing hug with the most disgusting look of 'love' tattooed on his face. The hazel eyed brunette stormed out of the locker room with a growl, deaf to Alya's questioning shouts of her name. She was going to TEAR that boy apart from limb to limb! Adrien's grin only grew at her departure, daring the idiotic girl to try and pull another stunt again. ~(x)~ During a photoshoot that Lila was assigned to model at, every time she attempted to inappropriately run her hands down Adrien's torso or shoulders, she ended up getting bitten by god knows what. The more she tried, the harder the bites were and towards the end, the shoot was cancelled as her skin was covered in tiny little bite marks that resembled wasp stings or even a terrible allergic reaction. The horrid girl never noticed the tiny God of Destruction that lingered nearby his chosen who in turn delivered a little fistbump to his precious friend with a smile far too saccharine to be innocent. ~(x)~ Just before their French lesson began, Lila staged a scene by crying out in pain when shoving her hand in her bag and 'finding' multitudes of sewing needles in them. Surely the class would turn their heads towards Dupain-Cheng with animosity as she claimed that Marinette must have sabotaged her bag that day. Instead, much to her surprise, the majority of the class defended her with an alibi. "But M. Dupain and Mme. Cheng hid away all her sewing stuff for the rest of the month so that Marinette could concentrate for the upcoming exams!" Gee thanks Rose. "Marinette was at mine's yesterday night to study and sleepover so there's no way that she did that," Godammit Alya. "I'm pretty sure 'Nette's needles are silver in colour, not bronze." Shut up Lahiffe. "She would panic if she steps on an ant, how could she hurt a person?" Really Alix? Really? "Marinette and I were stuck in the closet all break so there's no way she's managed to sabotage your bag, Lila." Agreste- do you even know what you're implying here? To summarise, the case was neutralised with a theory that one of the textile upperclassmen students must have accidently put a container of needles in her bag, thinking it belonged to the department. But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking. ~(x)~ Lila tried tripping Marinette again but this time, she was caught by the Japanese fencer girl who 'politely' thwacked Lila's knees with her foil and told her to get out of her class. That ice queen never left Marinette's side for the rest of the day. When Marinette arrived to the morning classes with a disturbingly gorgeous, sheer white sundress in hand, babbling about how she was going to alter it after the exams to her friends, of course Lila gave into temptation by altering it herself. By altering, she meant smothering the skirt of the dress with non washable red paint. Marinette returned to the afternoon classes wearing the dress but with the red stains magically transformed into a flawless gradient and decorated with faux red rose petals on the edge of the skirt and the tip of the bust. The poor Italian was rewarded with the grand scene of Adrien claiming out loud how 'beautiful' his 'Princess' looked without shame and twirling her around in the air. Next, Lila somehow snuck a snake out from the zoo (getting bitten a million times and even throttled at one point by said creature) and secretly let it loose at the Dupain-Cheng bakery when she was only 'looking around'. The snake ended up getting its own tank and promoted the bakery, increasing the numbers of customers because surprise surprise, it's the year of the snake according to the Lunar calendar and everyone saw that slimy creature as a symbol of good luck! M. Césaire let the family keep the snake. Marinette named him Aspik much to Adrien's ambiguous delight but then changed it to Viperion when the boy accidentally tore apart her favourite ball of yarn. ("Little bug how could you do this to me!?") Lila even tried to start a rumour going where she apparently witnessed Marinette kissing a strange, delinquent after hours in creepy alleyways and got a little frisky with him. Adrien turned that around on her by asking why she was spying on him and Marinette, both wearing scarves that poorly concealed their ravaged necks. The rest of the day was spent with students gossiping about the new developments of 'Project Adrienette' and suddenly the despicable duo were dating. The rest of the students and teachers decided to switch to Lila as a target to send their scrutinising eyes at. It took Lila twenty-four hours of staring at a blank wall to digest the fact that she unintentionally nudged those two together in her pursuit of destroying them both. Twenty four hours of gaping with dead eyes and not moving a muscle whilst her phone buzzed with the latest gossip on Adrien and Marinette. An immediate news report on Ladybug grabbing Chat Noir into a heated kiss after an akuma battle that almost sent them running for their money, confirming their relationship broke Lila out of her daze and left her screaming inside her house. ~(x)~ The classroom door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled, crude looking Lila Rossi, heaving for air like she's just ran around the world in twelve days. Her hair was dirty, greasy and stuck in ways that defied physics. Her clothes were torn, stained and slick with unnamed substances. Her face was covered in stings, scratches and red marks that ruined her usually flawless make up. Clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. The students paused whatever they were doing, curious and slightly concerned at the state of the Italian's exterior. Lila let out an animalistic growl, pointing a finger at Adrien Agreste who paid no mind to her and carried on reading his book whilst Marinette Dupain-Cheng slumbered away peacefully in his lap. "I don't know how you did it or what dark magic you played on me or what voodoo dolls you have been using, but you'll never get away with humiliating me! Both of you!" Everyone's eyes widened at Lila's desperate and frustrated tone, now facing the boy bearing the brunt of her bite. Much to Rossi's screaming irritation, Adrien only flipped a page of his book with a hum like someone has just asked him whether he'd like some sugar with his tea. "STOP ACTING DUMB AGRESTE! I KNOW IT'S YOU WHO TRIED TO RUIN MY LIFE!" This time, she received eye contact from the boy. Instead of retaliating back, he put a finger on his lips and- ...shushed her. She was going to fucking KILL HIM. "My Marinette has pulled two all nighters in a row for the exam we just had this morning- which you missed by the way. So, she's sleeping right now. If you have some respect, keep it down." His tone was polite, sophisticated and angelic and his face was softened into the most sweetest smile. A front for the devilish cackle and demonic smirk that was threatening to burst out the seams of his fake exterior and Lila was able to sense it with ease. She didn't get a chance to yell back as Chloe suddenly interrupted. "And what has my Adrikins done to you? Other than get brainwashed by that ridiculous rat and start dating her of course," The blonde pursed her pastel lips, ignoring Adrien's comments on 'I'm not your Adrikins,' and 'Stop being mean to my sweet girlfriend,' and whatever nonsense he was spouting. "Oh wow...hahah...where do I start?" The hysteric girl began, blind to everyone else's distressed gaze at her behaviour. "The spiders? The pins? The ghost bites? That damn ugly bird that can't seem to find another place other than my head to SHIT ON!?" The object of her hate only raised a brow in confusion. "YOU'RE BEHIND IT ALL! I KNOW IT'S YOU!" "...Lila, were you bitten by those spiders that you were protecting during your campaign like a week ago? I think you need to see a doctor." Was the reply she got from Adrien before he went back to his book. "Also, this book mentions that being pooped on by a bird is a sign of good luck! Maybe you'll have a good fortune coming your way after you get better, Lila~" The baffled girl stared back grotesquely, jaw dropped and eye twitching, unable to comprehend the Adrien Agreste before her right now. She didn't even protest as Rose and Juleka hauled her flat ass out of the class, to the nurse's room, debating whether or not to call the ambulance for the mad girl. 'What...The...Actual...FUCK!?' ~(x)~ After the classroom door was closed, leaving behind a questioning class, a cat hero fighting the urge to burst out laughing and a bug heroine stirring awake. "Hmm...what happened Chaton?" Marinette hummed out, still half asleep and she nuzzled against the hand that cupped her cheek. Adrien replied with a genuine, soft smile full of love and a bit of his feline mischievousness. "I'll tell you later, Bug. Get some sleep, okay?" He pressed a chaste kiss on her lips, gaining a brilliant smile in return as Marinette settled back to sleep, relishing the way his fingers combed through her bobbleless hair. 'Mission accomplished, Plagg,' Adrien mused to himself, winking at his kwami who peered out of his bag whilst Tikki shook her head at her counterpart; albeit with more love than anger. The boy dived back into his book, tuning out the discussions that the rest of his friends were sharing regarding the impertinent wench that was just gotten rid of. Hopefully, they won't be seeing her for a very long time. Jacques the pigeon would be delighted in making sure of that. After all: If you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy... . . . ~(x)~

Dictionary 

'đéo' - Vietnamese for 'fuck no!' 

'che cazzo è' - Italian for 'What the fuck is this?'

#my writing #my fanfiction #my fanfics #ml fanfic #miraculous #miraculous Ladybug #miraculous Ladybug and chat noir #crack fic #ml crack fic #mlb #ml #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #ladrien #marichat #love square #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #lila karma #comedy #crack #plagg #tikki

[joonie-beanie]

Kissing Booth

So, a while ago an anon sent me this ask:

And I honestly thought it was really cute, so I decided to write a lil story out of it. It’s nothing extravagant, but I wrote it anyway!

Words: 2,387

Pairing: Bean x The Demon Brothers

The school festival is meant to be fun. It gives the students a chance to set up booths, and raise money for a good cause--like classroom funds, or charity donations.

Mammon, however, sets a booth up to make money for himself. A kissing booth, to be specific. He assumes that every demon within a two mile radius will be lined up, ready to empty their wallets in order to get a kiss from The Great Mammon, but...that’s not what happens.

No, half way through the festival, less than a dozen people have paid Mammon for a kiss. A few other demons had stopped, asking what the money would be put towards, and when he had answered “my wallet” they’d promptly walked away.

Honestly, what a fool.

Unfortunately, Bean still loves him, despite his idiotic ideas.

Sighing, she places a $5 in front of the demon--catching his attention. He lifts his head from where it’d been buried in his arms--dejected at his lack of customers--and his blue eyes light up when he sees Bean standing there.

When he notes the bill placed on the table, a brilliant smile tugs at his lips. 

“See! I knew ya couldn’t resist kissing The Great Mammon!” 

His comment has Bean rolling her eyes, and she reaches forward to snatch her money back. The movement flusters Mammon, who quickly jumps to his feet. 

“H-Hey, wait!” he slaps his hand down on top of hers, cheeks heating up sheepishly as he looks at her. “C’mon, don’t be like that…”

She smiles a little, breathing a laugh.

“Take your kiss then, before I seriously consider getting a refund.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s supposed’ta be kissing me,” he retorts. A pouty look appears on his face, and Bean is tempted to sigh. However, rather than continue to drag this on, she leans in and presses her lips to his. Solid, soft contact.

After a few seconds, she moves to pull back, but Mammon quickly reaches out and grabs her--one hand curling around her waist, while the other finds the back of her head. She makes a quiet sound of surprise as he tugs her into another kiss--and then another, and another after that.

He only stops when someone nearby whistles, making him aware of the intimacy of his current actions.

When he pulls back, Bean’s face has turned a pleasant shade of pink. Satisfaction beats steadily in his chest.

“I’d say that’s another $15 dollars right there. It’s actually probably more like $50, but I’ll give ya a discount since I’m a nice guy like that.”

He grins cheekily, laughing when Bean reaches out and punches him in the arm.

“You can’t extort customers for money by deciding to kiss them more than what they paid for!”

“Fine, fine~,” he relinquishes, grumbling. “I suppose I’ll give ya the extra kisses for free since it’s obvious ya like me.”

“Wow, how kind of you,” she responds, rolling her eyes a little, but she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips.

“Oh, and speaking of kisses--”

Bean blinks as Mammon grabs her by her shoulders, directing her around the side of the table.

“--I need ya to work the booth for a few minutes for me. I gotta go do somethin’ real quick.”

Without waiting for her answer, Mammon slips out from behind the booth and begins jogging away. Bean blanches.

“Hey! Mammon!”

“I’ll be right back! I doubt anyone’ll be by anyway! It’s been slow as hell tonight!”

And with that, the Avatar of Greed fully turns and hightails it into the distance--disappearing into the festival crown. Bean is left there, shocked at the sudden turn of events.

Sighing, she flops down into his seat and pulls out her DDD. If what Mammon said is true, then she’ll just have to sit here and wait it out by herself until he comes back. However--

“I’d like a kiss please.”

Bean blinks as a demon slips a $5 dollar bill onto the table, grinning down at her. Where the hell had he even come from??? It’d only been a minute since Mammon had abandoned her here!!

“O-Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, pushing the bill back towards him. She forces a smile, drawing on her years of customer service experience to feign politeness. “I’m actually just watching the booth for a friend. It’s not technically open right now.”

“But I’m a paying customer, and I’m giving you my money,” he responds, clearly a little annoyed with her refusal. “So you should give me what I’m paying for.”

“I haven’t taken your money. And we’re not open.”

The demon’s smile drops away--his face scrunching angrily. 

“Now listen here you stupid human--”

“Bean, how wonderful to see you.”

The demon’s words immediately cut off--recognizing the voice of the royal prince. Diavolo smiles down at the two of them, his hand coming to rest on the male’s shoulder, and he gives it a squeeze. The demon winces.

“There’s no issue here, is there?”

“N-No, sir--,” as quickly as he can, the demon twists out of Diavolo’s grasp and hightails it away. Bean sighs, relieved, and The Prince flashes her a knowing look.

“Did Mammon somehow rope you into this?”

“He ran away before I could stop him.”

“Ah,” Diavolo chuckles quietly, his eyes scanning the busy festival grounds. “Would you like me to stay and stand guard until he returns?”

Bean quickly holds up her hands, cheeks heating up. 

“No! There’s no need for that! I’m sure you’re busy.”

Diavolo cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you being forced to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’ll text the guys right now,” she says, holding up her DDD. “I’m sure they’ll help, so please. I don’t want to take up all your time.”

“You’re too considerate of me, really.”

Diavolo’s golden eyes stray to the table, where the lesser demon’s money lays abandoned. He picks it up and hands it to Bean. 

“Consider this a donation to you for your trouble. He is one of my students, after all.”

Bean blinks, cheeks heating up as she takes the money from him. 

“Would you like the kiss instead?” she feels as if her heart might explode while asking him, but somehow she manages to get the words out.

Diavolo’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

“I mean, of course you don’t have to! But....I feel comfortable enough around you, so…”

The demon prince smiles softly at her admission, more than happy to hear that she feels comfortable around him. Enough to offer him a kiss, more so!

“Well, if that’s the case…,” Diavolo leans in, and cocks his head to the side--revealing his cheek. Bean, despite being embarrassed, immediately leans in and presses her lips to his skin.

“A kiss for My Lord,” she says as she sits back, hoping to ease the flurry of emotions now swirling around in her chest. Diavolo laughs heartily.

“Thank you. Now hurry and text Lucifer and the others. And, of course, call me if you need me!”

With that, he strides away from the table, sending her one last smile. Bean smiles back, hoping the blush on her face isn’t as obvious as she thinks it is, and immediately grabs her DDD.

Bean: SOS

Bean: Mammon abandoned me at his kissing booth

Bean: Please help

The message doesn’t take long to be seen by the brothers, and yet, by the time the first of the brothers manage to locate her, she’s already trying to fend off 3 more students--all vying for a kiss from one of the two human exchange students. 

Apparently, humans are a hotter commodity to demons that the Avatar of Greed himself. 

“Please, leave,” Satan speaks, a dangerous smile on his face as he steps up behind the crowd of demons. They look ready to pick a fight until they realize who’s talking. Then, they tuck their tails between their legs and scurry off.

Bean sighs. “Thank god.”

“I’m sure we’d all be more than happy to kill Mammon for you, if you want,” Satan says, crossing his arms. 

Bean actually seems to contemplate the idea, which makes him laugh.

“Mmm, what kind of trash leaves someone else to man their booth,” Levi adds in, stepping up next to Satan. His eyes are focused on the DDD in his hand. “Besides, Mammon might think he’s the main love interest of a high school RP game, but he’s not. Kissing booths never actually work.”

Bean giggles at his words, posing a hand on her hip as she fondly regards them.

“Would you like a kiss for your help?” she asks after a moment, grinning at their reactions. Satan looks shocked more than anything, while Levi looks about ready to combust.

“No?”

Satan huffs.

“I mean, of course I won’t turn it down.”

Smiling, Bean happily leans over the table and meets him halfway--the two sharing a soft kiss. Once having expressed her gratitude to Satan, her attention shifts to Levi.

“Yes? No? Maybe so?”

“I...I guess o-one kiss would be okay,” he mumbles, the tips of his ears turning bright read as Bean gently cups his face and guides him into a kiss. However, just as she’s pulling back--

“Ooh! Me too!”

Before Bean can react, Asmo is running up and grabbing her by her cheeks. He kisses her sweetly, a tiny groan of satisfaction muffled in his chest as their lips meet.

“You know, you didn’t actually save her from anything,” Satan quips, eying him. Stepping back, Asmo pouts at his brother, leaving a red-faced Bean to try and get a hold of herself.

She’s not used to kissing different brothers directly after one another like this. And being in a public space doesn’t help her embarrassment.

“So? Does that mean I don’t deserve a kiss?”

“Guys, c’mon,” Bean tries to say, not wanting them to argue. They’ve already attracted quite a few stares. After all, it’s not everyday you see a bunch of demons all walking up and casually kissing the same woman, and a human at that.

Then again, she is standing behind a kissing booth…

“Hmm? Is Bean giving out free kisses?” Belphie’s voice enters the fray, he and his twin brother joining the others on the opposite side of the table. “If so, then I want one.”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on giving out kisses, but--”

Before she can even finish, Beel has leaned forward--stealing her lips with a simple exclamation of, “I want one too.” 

And the instance he pulls back, Belphie is grabbing her--guiding her into another soft kiss.

“Sharing is caring.”

Bean can feel his grin when their lips connect, and she debates hitting him. Lucky for him, she doesn’t. Right now, she’s too busy dealing with the mini meltdown happening in her brain.

So many kisses.

“Oi!”

At that moment, Mammon appears around the corner--his eyes narrowed on Belphie as he pulls back from his kiss with Bean.

“If you guys are gonna stand around my booth kissin’ Bean, then ya better fork out some money! How many times did ya kiss her? Ya owe me for those kisses!”

The five brothers surrounding Bean fix him with unimpressed stares. Belphie is the first to speak.

“You really think we’re going to pay you money after you abandoned her to work your booth?”

“She was getting hounded by a bunch of random demons when we got here,” Satan pipes in, crossing his arms. Mammon opens his mouth to argue--wanting to get the money he feels that he’s rightfully owed--but at that moment a shiver rolls up his spine.

Freezing where he’s stood, he slowly turns around--visibly gulping as Lucifer finally appears, standing right behind him.

“Mammon,” the eldest brother starts, smiling dangerously. “You do realize that it’s against school policy to use booths at the school fair for personal profit, yes?”

“I...I--”

“Therefore, you will be donating any profit you’ve made to the school. Not only that, but you’re going to pay June back for her trouble.”

His crimson eyes shift to the blushing girl, gaze softening when he sees her.

“June, what do you think is appropriate punishment?”

She takes a moment to think it over.

“Mammon gets no kisses for a week.”

The Avatar of Greed looks SHOCKED.

“WHAT?? But that’s not fair!”

“Just be grateful she’s not making you pay her money, idiot,” Levi responds, sounding less than concerned with Mammon’s current predicament.

“Now,” Lucifer says. “Dismantle this booth, and give me all of your earnings. I will hand them over to Diavolo.”

“Dammit…,” Mammon groans, sulking towards the booth. Bean is nice enough to pat his hair as he steps up beside her, but she’s smart enough to not give into the puppy eyes he turns her way.

In the end, he did abandon her and leave her to fend for herself.

“Bean, c’mon!” Asmo grins, skipping away, and tugging Satan along with him. “Let’s go play more games!” 

“Mmm, Bean, let’s get some more food too,” Beel pipes up, following after his brothers.

Nodding, Bean slips past Mammon and moves to join them. However, before she can get too far, Lucifer’s gloved fingers find their way between hers.

“Wait for me a moment,” he says quietly, giving her hand a squeeze. The two hang back just long enough for Lucifer to collect the money Mammon has earned. Then, Lucifer is leading Bean after his brothers, their fingers comfortably locked together.

Silence stretches between them for a moment.

“I’ll take my kiss later.”

“Oh?” Bean raises an amused eyebrow at him, making him roll his eyes.

“Is the Avatar of Pride jealous over a few kisses?”

“It simply doesn’t feel right that I’m the only one being left out,” he responds, making her grin.

“If that’s so, then I’m okay giving you one now. I can suck it up and handle a few more seconds of PDA.”

“No, I’d prefer mine later,” he gives her hand another squeeze, his eyes glinting. “The kisses I intend to take from you wouldn’t be appropriate to show in a setting like this.”

Bean turns red at his words.

“Oh.”

Lucifer chuckles.

“Oh, indeed” 

#bean #obey me mc #fic #bean fic #this is more dialogue than anything but oh well

[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December day 11- Snowglobe and 12- Soulmate au

@daminette-december2019-2020

Okk sooo like I said I wanted to make a separate lil one shot for this one because I have a nice lil idea in mind and my medieval au does not work with the snow globe and soulmate thing so I decided fuck it.

Also Tim isn’t it the series yet so I decided to do some brotherly shenanigans that included him.

This one shot actually worked out really well like I love it.

I get to be slightly more… hmm what’s the word?... stupid?

It’s the writing on skin, appears on soulmate's skin, soulmate au btw.

Honestly I love this, it did not go as expected lmao.

Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this!

Previous- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 10

Next- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 11

The Permanent Marker

The first time Damian saw a snow globe it had been during a fight with Tim, who'd decided to throw him with it.

It was safe to say that the item that was thrown ended their fight. The side made of ceramic hit his arm. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it landed on the floor, the glass shattered. The tiny fake snowflakes scattered all over the place.

Before then he had only heard of one thing that, in his mind, worked similarly…

“Drake, I will skin you alive!” he said jumping on his brother, Jason pulled him off and held him back, “Todd! Release me at once! The imbecile just attacked me with a glitter bomb!”

The entire manor went silent for a few seconds before they all burst out laughing.

To this day, he was still being teased about it. Even though the incident had happened years ago.

It resulted in him having quite the distaste for snow globes.

So imagine his annoyance when he woke up four days before the anniversary of The Incident with a picture of a snow globe on his hand.

As if that didn’t make the message clear enough, there was a snow globe and a glitter bomb on his bedside table, each labelled mockingly.

He growled and turned his gaze back to his hand.

He had no idea how his brothers had managed to draw it on him without waking him up but he was absolutely livid.

His soulmate must be incredibly confused as to why there was a crudely drawn snow globe on her hand.

He got up and stomped to the bathroom, washing it off. He got ready and walked angrily to the dining room.

He found them all there and when they saw his sour expression they burst out laughing.

He glared at them all through breakfast, his temper far shorter than usual.

He just hoped his soulmate wouldn’t ask about the snow globe or better still, that she hadn’t seen it.

Every morning for the next two days, he woke up with an ugly little snow globe on his hand. And each morning he would wash it off.

He was bordering on the edge of murderous.

Meanwhile in Paris, Marinette was in a similar state.

You see, for three days she had been trying to remember the damn stupid snow globe Alya had forgotten at her house over the weekend.

She’d drawn a nice little snow globe on her hand to remind herself. But apparently her soulmate was hell bent on not letting her return the damned snow globe.

Each time she drew the little picture, he would wash it off it sometime before she got home.

Because of course he would.

She knew he was a tidy person and he’d established that he had no wish to meet her back when they were small, but usually he at least didn’t wash off her drawings.

She huffed in annoyance as she rode the train back home.

It would’ve been easier to return the snow globe to Alya when they were still in Collegé Francious Du Point, where she lived only a street away. But nooooo, their lycee was far enough away that she had to take the train there and back. Just having Alya pick it up wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

She took out a pen and redrew her snow globe. He had already washed off the one she made earlier that day.

When she got home she realized that he had also washed off the one she made on the train. She huffed in annoyance and groaned.

Why was everything against her?

She eyed her drawer.

Maybe…

No, that wasn’t fair, she didn’t know why he erased the snow globe each time. There could be a very good reason.

Her pettier side didn’t care though. She was sick of him. He’d hurt her so much when they were kids, refusing to even try to get to know her. Not replying to any of her writing or doodles.

Eventually she stopped writing but doodles found still their way onto her skin. And they arrived at a silent truce of sorts, he would let her draw, and she wouldn’t expect anything.

Until now apparently.

Why couldn’t he just give her – give them - a chance?

Why couldn’t they just be normal? Why did he have to be such an ass? Why couldn’t they just write to one another?

She was reminded of the only time he'd written more than a few words to her.

The day she’d accidentally used the wrong kind of pen. The kind that had ink that didn’t wash off properly until after three days.

A permanent marker.

She didn’t known it was a permanent marker, and it wasn’t like she’d drawn anything too big with it. Just a medium sized heart on her wrist.

She was eight, she didn’t think it would be a problem.

Well apparently it was, because that day he let her have it. That day he made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

But to hell with that.

If he wanted to break their truce, the weird set of rules they had somehow established…

Then so would she.

She stood and opened the drawer, she took out the permanent marker she hadn’t touched in years and removed the lid.

She smiled as she drew her snow globe again.

This time she would remember the snow globe.

And she did, the next morning she saw her snow globe still on her hand, slightly smudged, but there. She smiled victoriously.

She returned Alya's snow globe and spent the rest of the day on cloud nine. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest of things to do, but it wasn’t like he took her into consideration. She figured this, at most, made them even.

What caught her off guard however, was the neat writing in black ink that appeared on her wrist later that night

The words ‘I’m sorry’ were etched onto her skin in handwriting that she recognized as his.

You see Damian hadn’t noticed the sketch when he got home. Hadn’t noticed it when he’d put on his gloves for patrol or when he’d gone to bed.

He never saw it until morning.

He lost it when he realized his brothers had written on him with a permanent marker.

The one think he’d basically forbade her from doing all those years ago and they did it.

They crossed a line. And Damian made that perfectly clear.

By attacking them and beating them up until they apologized.

He still felt it was necessary to apologize to her.

For the permanent ink. But also for all the years of silence, for all the years of ignoring her.

He settled on a small ‘I’m sorry’ on his wrist and hoped for the best.

That tiny apology, though, opened up a line of communication between the two.

They started talking regularly, growing closer and closer through their words. Eventually they met and started dating.

They helped one another, through trauma and superheroing and liars and villains, they were there.

They became a dynamic duo, he helped her run her label while she did commissions and designed her days away.

They were happy, one of the success stories. And while they hung up the capes and cowls, they were always available for emergencies.

They would tell their children and their grandchildren the story of the snow globe. Dick, Jason and Tim often liked to take credit. Earning a disgusted ‘Tt' from Damian and a laugh from Marinette.

The moral of the story, Marinette always liked to say, was that sometimes even the smallest, insignificant thing could make the biggest, life altering difference.

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#awwww #look at me being sentimental #kinda angsty in the middle for a bit but not really #mari being petty #but rightly so #i mean #she gets to be petty here #this is like shakespeare level misunderstanding #chaos and coincidences that somehow make sense #i love that #it's kinda more sarcastic than my medieval au #soulmate au #snow globe #the imbicile attacked him with a snow globe #lmao i loved writing this #nice little happy ending #maribat #marinette #damian #utp writes #daminette december #daminette #damian x marinette #I'm ngl i lowkey work through my trauma by writing these fics #i mean not this chapter specifically like no one threw me with a snow globe #but like yeah #fuck i love this fandom #lil sentimental lesson thrown in #like the old fairytales that raised us #except