#i decided to let her go to school for the human enough challenge

[lonvely]

there is no bigger sim enthusiast in sixam than venus! she grew up studying social bunny trends & watching judith ward's movies. for her 17th birthday, she decided to move out to san sequoia, where judith ward filmed her series "woohoo and the city."

venus is super eager to start school! let's hope she doesn't accidentally show her alien form.

#i decided to let her go to school for the human enough challenge #i need her to talk to ppl for her and (mostly) my sanity lol #ts4 legacy #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #human enough challenge

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

#könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig x fmc #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #female oc

[atinylittlepain]

Ptolemaea - the Prologue

rust cohle x f!oc

series masterlist

the case was closed and they parted ways. but time has a way of eating itself, and turning back to where they began.

series warnings | 18+ smut, dark themes surrounding crime investigations including murder, child abuse, religious trauma and corruption // marital infidelity, boy-man go to therapy challenge, familial trauma

wordcount | 2.5K

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“We’re not doing this if you’re on something right now.”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

“My point stands.” There’s a heat, a heaviness that passes from skin to skin when he steps closer. Familiarity, and a surprising openness when he widens his eyes and lets her look for the swim and spread of his pupils. She doesn’t find it, only an unwavering stillness, his eyes that won’t leave hers even as she holds the hilt of his jaw in her hand and turns his face this way, that. The slightest curl of her fingers into bone stitching to feel the way he’s grinding his teeth, waiting for her with a thin patience. 

“Am I sober enough for her righteousness?” 

“What have you been taking?” She rubs her thumb over the knot of tension that furls high in his cheek, jaw stilled, and she knows she’s flirting with the thin line of too much, of him flinching and flickering away. But he stays for now, still held in her palm, mutters a low answer to her question, usual stuff, nothing new. 

“Are you sleeping?”

“When I’m not sober, sure.” Half a smile pulls muscle taut, his words cracking and shimmering in that slow, low melt he tends to. It has taken work, practice, for him to be so quiet, so slow, she knows. She’s heard him get loud, get quick, and she thinks that is his more natural state, distilled. He’s a man who’s meant to be a hair, a tooth, a nail out of control, and he muscles all of his effort into avoiding that, when he can.

“Marty said you showed up drunk to his house, again.” And he doesn’t like that, finally too much, shaking his head out of her grip, curled honey hair slipping sweat damp into his face. Livewire man, all shock and simmer.

“He keeps inviting me to dinner. You’d think he’d learn not to do that by now.”

“He’s trying to be nice, Rust.” And he is, she knows that. Marty trying to extend an olive branch, an anything that might get Rust to soften. She had told Marty to forget it after he told her about the last dinner attempt, a worn down and wan Rust showing up with an unfortunate sway in his gait and a thousand-yard stare that turned dinner as silent as a funeral. He seems easy enough around you though, and she had schooled her face at that comment, no chance to respond anyways as Rust sat down at his desk alongside them. 

“Don’t have much use for nice, do we?” That we is everything, she knows. Rust has decided she is like him, and she can’t really argue with that. Something beneath the skin, more animal than human, a shared grief understood, similar but parallel. At the very least, she thinks she understands him. At the very least, she lets him think he understands her. 

“If you want this case to move you’re gonna have to throw him a bone. He doesn’t trust you, thinks you’re weird.”

“Weird.” A little flicker of amusement as he steps back into her orbit. She doesn’t flinch, gives nothing away when his fingers press into the nape of her neck, sticky heat blooming beneath the skin. 

“You smell.”

“I mowed your lawn.” 

“And you smell like it, come on.” 

He would never admit it, but she’s near certain he continues to show up on Sundays because he knows he’ll get this. Care, simple and plain and without expectations of what that care means. They get into the shower, wordless, body knowing body, making space for body. She places index, middle, and ring over the three raised snarls of skin along his ribs, presses in just a little until he grunts, makes it hurt just a little, catch and release, a sigh when she smooths her palm over tan, wet skin. 

She makes him smell like her, soap and shampoo and enough pressure behind her hands to make muscle move, to make his eyes heavy, watching her work with his chin tilted down. It is some of the best silence she gets from him, the gentlest she gets from him when he returns the favor, a particularity in his hands. Something aches inside of her when he curls over himself to soap her ankles, fingers working over bone and ligament, a meticulous accounting of her body that works up and up and up until his fingers are playing the highest vertebra of her spine again. 

…

“What about Cohle and Reed?”

“What about them?”

“They were close, were they not?”

“Well, they worked pretty damn good together. Sometimes I felt like they were in on a joke I didn’t know about, if you get what I mean.” 

“Were they romantically involved?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I don’t think she would’ve gone for that, but I always thought he had a little crush on her, in his own way, I suppose.”

“In his own way?”

“Rust wasn’t exactly a romantic, but he liked her, seemed different around her, more at ease.”

…

“Maggie says she wants to set me up with someone.” 

“Oh yeah?” It’s stifling in the bathroom, the warm afternoon haze mingling and crushing with the remnant steam from the shower, tacky skin and cloistered lungs, a faint breath of relief stepping out into her bedroom, box fan whining and kicking up more hot air. He sits down on the edge of her bed, towel loose around his waist, watching her make nothing out of the movement of opening and closing dresser drawers, turning the fan up another notch. A pretense of disinterest, though there’s a held breath in her chest.

“I told her no.”

“Why? You should go, do a double date with mister and missus normal.” Eventually, when there’s nothing left for her to fret with, she steps between his legs, water drying cool on bare skin. His hand curls at the hilt of her hip, a little bit of hurt behind the pressure that she tries not to give away, though she knows he sees the quick catch of an inhale that holds high in her sternum, his eyes dragging over muscle and matter. 

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, you are pretty shit company.” 

“And here I thought you liked my company.”

“You make up for your faults with your dazzling sense of humor.” Something always softens, his brow settling, mouth drawn in the slightest smile, more muscle twitch than anything else. She runs her hand back through his hair, still damp, and he lets her, leans into the touch, the heavy drop of his lashes over hollow cheeks. He murmurs into the lines of her palm, come here, come here, and she does, hitches one knee up onto the bed, the other, thighs draped over his hips and him leaning back, muscles jumping and folding to make room. She’s already wet, already wanting, but theirs is a game of patience, this she knows, so she settles around him, arms hanging loosely over his shoulders, little tilt of her head. 

“Has Maggie tried that with you?”

“What, playing matchmaker? Mmm, she gave up a while ago after I kept saying no.” They touch each other with an unwavering certainty, her palm at his chest, curling over his shoulder blade, and his finding the line of her thigh, over her ass to the base of her spine, splayed, fingerprints kneading at the skin. 

“Not interested in a double date with mister and missus normal?” Always give and take, faking and feinting in and out, her chin tilted down and the line of her nose brushing his, the graze of her top lip against his before she pulls away, just a little, just enough to make him show his own hand of want with the way he ducks forward, lips parted and eyes wide. She gives him what he wants the next time, no teasing, open mouths, open sighs, licking at each other’s teeth. 

…

“Rust was comfortable around me, yes.”

“Why do you think that was?”

“Well, we had both lost someone. Someone young, you know. I think we understood each other because of it.”

“It was your little sister, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago. And anyways, Rust’s was worse than mine.”

“His daughter.”

“Do you know about it?”

“He told us the details.”

“So you’re talking to him too?”

“We are, yes.”

“How is he?”

“It would be imprudent for us to discuss that with you.”

“No, right, right, that was a stupid question.”

…

“Marty told me something else.” Salt on her tongue, open mouth against warm skin, she has him how she likes him, splayed in rumpled sheets, and here, and here, heat pressed across his chest, teeth to clavicle and his sigh hitches, halts high in his throat, making her mouth curl into a grin.

“Marty sure tells you a lot.” She unfurls her spine, sitting back on his thighs, taking in the amused tilt of his head.

“Must be my womanly nature.”

“Right, that’s what it is.” He follows after her, curling up, mouth meeting the dip between her breasts before letting his chin drag up to look at her. Hands wander, ribs expand and contract in an easy choreography, easy synchronicity.

“He said you got a little fresh in the locker room.” She punctuates her point by taking one of his hands in hers, fingers working between his fingers, bending them in a way that she wants to hurt a little, and she thinks it does when she sees him wince, quick to school his face even though he’s been caught. 

“He had it coming.”

“Everyone knows he’s fucking that girl, it’s better to leave it alone.”

“Maggie doesn’t know.” 

“No.”

“She should.” She sighs at that, finally smoothing out the hurt she caused, her palm fitting against his.

“No, I don’t think she should.”

“Why?”

“Because if she did, then they wouldn’t be mister and missus normal any more. And they need that, they both do.”

“How do you know what they need?”

“They aren’t like us, they need simpler things.” Easy like this, ease like this, both of them deciding that they’ve toyed with one another enough, waited enough, she takes him inside her with a sigh, with stillness, both of them settling into each other’s warmth. Curled into and around each other, still seated so deep, shared respiration, where she breathes in, his forehead against the inhale rising in her sternum, and his exhale pulling her closer into him.

“And what do we need?” Breathed out on a sigh, his words starting to syrup and stick together thick, close heat against her skin.

“I don’t think either of us know the answer to that, do you?” He gives her no response, hands coaxing movement, coaxing hips. They pull pleasure taut and strung from between each other’s ribs and hold it between their teeth, aching jaws, soft jaws, each other’s names resounding in their throats. 

…

“What happened between you two?”

“When Marty and I parted ways, we did too, it’s not really a difficult equation to sum up.”

“But you two were close, that’s what Marty said.”

“We were partners, sure. I liked her better than Marty, I’ll tell you that much.”

“So you and her never?”

“No, no, we weren’t the type. Passing ships, wandering souls, whatever it is that people call souls anyways.”

“Was she satisfied with the way that case ended?”

“Think you oughta ask her that question, seeing as you’re talking with her and all.”

…

On Sunday nights he sleeps in her bed. There are no pills, no drugs, no drinks, and yet he sleeps. Bare, on his stomach, face softened like a child’s in sleep, scrunched to one side by how his cheek rests on her pillow. Nothing seems to wake him when he’s like this, even when she slips out from under the heavy weight of his arm draped across her stomach. 

She makes it through half a cigarette before he stirs, surprising her with a questioning sigh of her name. She leaves the window cracked, a still warm breeze and the drone of crickets filtering in, gets back into bed. And in the darkness, in the faint wash of night sounds, they have no need for pretense, for faking anything, being too cool, too cold for anything. Their want, and maybe even their need, is young and unashamed. 

The weight of him settling over her, his face tucked into the stitching of her throat, is a relief, the soft give and press of her ribs against his body with each breath slowing everything down, simple, and just this, and only this. Her palm settles between his shoulder blades, running a circuit over muscle and bone, feeling his own inhales and exhales. 

“You really think I should take Maggie up on it?” At first she isn’t sure what he’s referring to, a beat, a blink of silence within which she remembers. No, feels good threatening in her throat, but she swallows it, her hand curling at the nape of his neck, taking something for herself in some other small way.

“I think it could be a good bone to throw. You only have to do it once. It’d get them off your back, at least.” His fingers are running up and down her side, razing something deep and warm in the nonsense patterns he’s drawing. She wonders how many people have seen him like this. She doesn’t think very many.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Suit yourself then.” Nothing left to say, sleep returns easily to the both of them, pale darkness washing over the tangle of their bodies. They will wake up in the morning and forget this closeness, this care for another week, a sort of cyclical amnesia, and an eventual returning and remembering every Sunday.

…

“I’m not really sure why you’ve called me in when I haven’t touched this case in nearly twenty years.”

“We’re just trying to be thorough, get as much information as we can.”

“I had a feeling, you know, back when we thought we closed it. It felt too easy, too simple. Marty didn’t believe me, but Rust, well, yeah, you’ve talked with him.”

“You both had doubts then?”

“Are you gonna show me the new file?”

“We’d like to hear your accounting of events first.”

“Right, well, there’s not much to tell that you don’t already know. Case was closed in 1995, I worked in Vermilion Parish for seven more years with those two, and I left in 2002.”

“Can you tell us what happened in 2002?”

“There was– a disagreement between myself and my partners, and it became clear we could no longer work together, so we parted ways.”

“What exactly happened between you three?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to this current investigation.”

“So you haven’t had any communication with Rust since you parted ways, as you said?”

“No, I haven’t spoken to Rust since 2002, and I imagine I won’t be speaking to him any time soon.”

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[buckybarnesb-tch]

Mikaelson’s Party Pt.1

Warning: This is a Human A/B/O fic you are about to read, it contains Omegaverse Dynamics as well as mentions of Non-Con and abuse.

Read at your own risk

Their parents had gone on vacation for their 25th wedding anniversary and that weekend as Mikael had wanted to take his wife on a couples retreat for older Beta couples, It was the perfect time for Elijah to decide to throw a party. He’s a Sophomore in college and the campus was only 15 minutes from his house giving him the perfect place to have people over, nearly his whole class as well as Freshmen coming, his Beta Katherine having talked him into it as Elijah wasn’t a rule breaker but he would do anything for his mate. The house was packed, drunk college students everywhere and despite his attempts, he couldn’t get his siblings to stay upstairs. Rebekah was making friends with popular Beta girls, Kol was completely stoned with some burn outs in the backyard and Klaus was enjoying his night, watching drunken idiots do stupid shit. Thanks to Klaus’ Alpha status, something he was alone with in his family full of Betas (Betas taking up something like 80% of the population, Alphas at 19 and Omegas at less than 1), most of the kids left him alone or just gave him the odd stare. Alphas weren’t as common as they used to be but there were still plenty of them, though most of them tended to flock together, Klaus however was just happier alone. As an 18 year old Alpha that hadn’t yet found his mate he was always the odd one out, at school and at home, being alone was just more comfortable…even if he secretly hoped he would have a mate that wanted to be around him all the time. Often he even indulged himself in dreaming of finding an Omega mate to spend his life with, though he had been teased about that at a young age, his own family having a good laugh about the impossible idea.

Elijah had joined some of his friends in an intense game of beer pong without a care in the world, having already hired a cleaning crew to come the next morning and make sure everything was back in place. If nothing else, Elijah always thought ahead.

Klaus’ night took a turn somewhere around midnight as he refilled his drink at the make-shift bar, seeing some football players in the corner, laughing at something. It wasn’t until he heard a girl screaming at them that he moved closer, seeing a beautiful girl trying to shove their hands off of her body as they pulled at her shirt, clearly all drunk beyond belief. His body froze before he could step in, her sweet scent washing over him though it was mixed with something bland that he couldn’t place, the scent rushed through every nerve ending in his body sending a buzzing vibration through his extremities, up to his brain and almost violently into his cock. It was as he felt the growl build in his chest and explode out quite loudly that his body listened and moved again, the entire room freezing and looking at him now.

‘That’s enough!’ He snarled, moving between two of them and grabbing the girls hand, pulling her towards him. The largest one grabbed her arm tightly, holding her back from moving away.

‘Who the fuck are you? Get lost kid-‘

‘What the Fuck did you just say to me?!’ He growled, his chest now releasing a constant threatening noise as he glared at this moron Beta who would Dare challenge an Alpha, younger than him or not. ‘I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you’re just drunk as fuck here, first of all I’m not a kid! I’m 18, I’m Elijah’s brother, this is my house, and despite being drunk myself I still know better that to be molesting a girl at a party while she screams “no” at me. Shove it up your ass and let her go. Now! Or you’ll be wishing you weren’t so God damn stupid when you wake up in the ER next week!’ No one moved for a moment and Klaus could see the girl wincing as his grip got tighter before he rolled his eyes and let go.

‘Whatever man, the ugly bitch is a fucking prude anyway. She’s all yours.’ With that, they were gone and Klaus held the girls hand, pulling her after him gently and getting a cold pack from the freezer before guiding her down the stairs to his room, unlocking the door that he had ensured no one could get into.

‘Come on in, no one will bother you down here. It’s also relatively sound proof, so at least that God awful music stops.’ He joked as he tried to calm her as he could smell her fear, sitting beside her on the couch and wrapping the ice pack around her arm.

‘Thank God, I thought there was no escaping it.’ She giggled, still stiff and uncomfortable but the sound made him smile. ‘Thank you for helping me, they’re these frat jerks who have been fucking with me since the start of term…never thought they would do something like that though.’ Klaus could tell she had been drinking but she also wasn’t so drunk she wasn’t thinking straight which was a comfort for him at the moment, seeing how she held his hand so tightly that she felt something between them too.

‘Why are they bothering you?’ He wondered and she sighed, leaning back into the couch.

‘I have classes with them and I’m quiet, honestly I think it started as a dare to go out with the shy girl who never talked to anyone. When I ignored all of them, they got more…pushy…they started following me around and teasing me. I guess they thought since it wasn’t on campus they could do what they wanted, and assholes mixed with alcohol is a terrible combo. Eventually they’ll get bored and find some other poor Beta to bother but until then, I ignore them.’ Klaus couldn’t explain why this upset him so much. He felt a rage bubbling up in him that was wild and angry, he hated men that tried to force themselves on women of course, he found it disgusting but his anger was white hot and he wanted to go kill those assholes who thought they could harm this girl…his girl…his Omega.

The thought rushed through his head at 100 miles an hour but as he took in her scent again he knew. He had never smelled an Omega before, never being close enough to one not on suppressants, but he knew. ‘I’ll kill them. I will slaughter them for touching you Omega.’ He pressed his lips to the back of her hand, not moving any closer as he wanted to give her space, not knowing how she was feeling right now as she was clearly tipsy and from the bland smell trying to cover her scent, she was on suppressants too. Klaus only smelled through them because she was his mate, and an Omega cannot hide their full scent from their true Alpha.

‘Please don’t hurt me?’ She whispered, clearly nervous but unable to hide her interest in his scent as she leaned almost subconsciously closer to his neck.

‘Hurt you? Never…you’re my Omega. I…I want to be a good Alpha for you, I’ve been looking for…I’ve been hoping for…fuck!’ He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to, not knowing what would upset her and what wouldn’t.

A moment later, after wracking his brain for something to say to relax her he felt the couch move as she pushed herself closer to him and held onto his arm with both of her hands. ‘What have you been hoping for?’ She looked at him so sweetly and while he could still feel her discomfort, she wasn’t as scared as she had been and he relaxed himself a bit.

‘I’ve been hoping to find my mate…Beta, Alpha, Omega, it didn’t matter to me, I just wanted someone to…love? I-I feel like I’ve always been alone, my family doesn’t understand me, they think I’m just some stupid Alpha who’s never going to amount to anything, and I always wanted you…someone with that perfect scent who would be the best person for me. I was really starting to think-‘

‘-you didn’t exist…me too.’ She admitted, shyly looking up at him and Klaus tucked her hair behind her ear with his free arm that she wasn’t holding. ‘My family always made me feel useless. My two brothers are Alphas and my dad was so proud…then he gets an Omega daughter that he has to hide, has to pay money for medication to make sure I’m safe and…honestly I don’t think he really cares what happens to me, none of them do.’ Klaus could feel her pain and he wondered for a brief second if she could feel his, answering his own question as he knew she could, holding her hands in his own and staring straight into her eyes. ‘I hoped I would find an Alpha who wanted me as badly as I wanted them…’

‘I do…I really do. I-‘ he cut himself off, taking a breath before leaning in and giving her several seconds to pull away if she wanted to, pressing his lips to her soft ones and feeling as if fireworks were exploding in his body. Not just his stomach but his brain, his arms and legs, everything felt on fire in the most wonderful way possible and he loved it. Suddenly she moved, pushing him back against the couch and climbing into his lap, allowing him to hold her to him tightly, their lips molding together passionately. Her fingers pulled at his blond locks and his hands squeezed her waist before she suddenly ground her body down against his, his cock already painfully hard and needy. ‘Wait!’ He gasped and she pulled back, fear in her eyes but he just smiled. ‘I’m Klaus by the way.’ He introduced, finding hilarity in the fact that names hadn’t been important when they already felt they knew everything about each other.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Alpha.’ She giggled and he groaned.

‘You’re killing me Omega.’ He tugged her back into their harsh kiss before hoisting her up and moving them to his bed and crawling over her, lips traveling down to her neck while she pulled his shirt over his head and just as she moved to grab hers he caught her hands.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, worriedly.

‘You’ve been drinking…we both have, I…I can’t do this while you’re drunk.’ She looked at him, stunned and in clear disbelief. ‘Stay…I’ll lend you some clothes and if you still want to tomorrow then I’ll mark you for everyone to see…I don’t want to hurt you Y/n.’

She paused for a second before nodding her head. ‘I understand…I would rather we both remember it too.’ She joked, kissing him again and moving to sit up. Klaus grabbed her a clean shirt and some boxers for her to wear, turning around as she changed before feeling her arms around his naked torso. ‘You’re really sweet, you know that, right?’ He shrugged, brushing it off but she stopped him as he sat on the bed, her standing between his legs and making him tilt his head to look up at her. ‘I mean it Klaus. Anyone else would have happily fucked me without a second thought…I always worried that’s what would happen to me anyway-‘

‘I will never let anyone else touch you! You’re safe Omega-‘

‘I know. I feel safe with you…you’re a good person Alpha. Fuck whatever your family has to say to you, you’re perfect and they need to get over themselves.’ She straddled his lap and kissed him again, hugging him tightly and snuggling into him as he pulled the blankets over the both of them and flicked off the lights, nuzzling his nose into his Omegas neck and happily allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

Waking up the next morning was comforting for the both of them, Y/n had buried her face into Klaus’ neck and he had his arms wrapped around her body firmly. As he woke he brushed her hair from her face and she blushed, yawning deeply before squeaking and jumping up. ‘Gotta pee!’ She exclaimed and he chuckled, checking the time and seeing that it was only 7am. Y/n fell back into the bed and snuggled back into his body, pulling the blankets around her snuggly and Klaus could instantly see her urge to nest as she was finally so close to her Alpha and not overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol.

‘Hold on.’ He told her, hopping up and opening his closet door to reveal several large blankets and a few pillows that he tossed onto the bed for her as well as a huge comforter. She instantly began fixing his bed just the way she wanted it and he was fascinated, never having seen a real nest before. Some Betas do it and they’re taught about it in school but every nest builder is different and seeing another couples nest is considered very rude. It’s personal. The idea of that was nice to Klaus, knowing no one else would ever see their nest was a wonderful thought. ‘This is wonderful Omega, it looks incredibly comfortable.’ She grinned, nodding her head.

‘Snuggle Alpha.’ She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the intricately molded nest and it truly was incredibly comfortable. Klaus held her body to his chest tightly, his instincts to keep her close to him-especially until she is marked-feeling overwhelming. ‘Can we just stay here forever?’ She asked suddenly and he smiled.

‘I think I would much prefer having our own place where my brothers and sister can’t walk down here and pound on my door whenever they want…would-I mean, would you want to live with me?’ Y/n raised her eyebrows and he could feel her asking him if he was stupid. ‘Right, well my father left me everything when he died a few years ago. There’s a house about 20 miles away that…I mean if you wanted to-‘ She took his face into her hands and kissed him hard, excitement swirling through their as of yet incomplete bond and if this is how strong it is already he can’t imagine what he will feel from and for her once it is and Klaus has never been more happy. ‘I’m going to take care of you Omega, everything you’ve ever wanted, you’re gonna have it!’ He grinned, leaning close and kissing her neck right over her scent gland which cause a sound to trill from her throat that Klaus had only ever heard of…his mate was purring. ‘That’s the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard Princess.’

‘Really? My family always thought it was annoying.’ She tried to play it off but he could see that it really bothered her.

‘I love it Omega, I want to hear it forever. You’re mine now, not theirs, whatever you want is yours.’ Klaus held his mate close and snuggled into the nest with her, drifting back to sleep fairly quickly, the both of them completely content for the first time in their lives.

There will be a part 2 of them moving in together and a smutty HEA🥰🥰

Part 2

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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Thank you...

[DP x DC fic]

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Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

ImBaby= Danielle/Dani/Ellie

MiddleChild= Danny

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Danny rubs his eyes and stares at the laptop in front of him as he’s trying to focus. He’s currently at a table he claimed in his school’s library, and he’s been staring at his screen for a solid 25 minutes by now.

He currently has a free period, just before his last class of the day, so he decided to try and get some homework done now since he has less time after school today.

Because of his date.

He’s going on a date!

Due to the excitement, Danny can’t quite stop himself from grinning like a loon. To be perfectly honest, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning and blushing even since Red Hood had sent that last message.

It’s a date.

Red Hood had confirmed it’s a date!

The buzzing of his phone as he receives a message draws his attention away from his schoolwork even though it wasn’t on that anyway but on a certain kind and handsome vigilante.

Danny picks the device up and takes a look. Seeing Ellie had messaged him, he raises an eyebrow. Assuming it to be another one picture of her standing on some monument in human form in spaces humans without powers shouldn’t be able to get to, like a horse on a roof, he opens the chat.

Though…

That’s not a selfie on top of El Ángel de la Independencia in Mexico, he muses as he reads the text with a slightly confused frown.

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Private chat

~ ImBaby changed their name to SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms ~

~ SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms changed the name of MiddleChild to HisMajesty ~

SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms: once nightfall has cometh upon us, and the world has been plunged into darkness, though blood may be shed, be assured brother o mine, thine honor shall be guarded. i have formulated various challenges most onerous to confirmeth whether the helmed knight in red is righteous enough to court thee. for now, i will have to wish thee adieu, brother mine, as I will need to maketh some preparations for these mentioned challenges before I can enact them. as for the outcome of the trials i have set, i shall visit thee within the following fortnight bearing the news. until such time, i giveth thou farewell. ancients be with ye.  o7

HisMajesty: ???

HisMajesty: have you swallowed an encyclopedia again? 🤨

HisMajesty: didn’t know it would actually work with teaching you new words 🤔

HisMajesty: would’ve been good to know when I still had Lancer’s English classes 😔😔

HisMajesty: what does even this mean? 🤔🤔

HisMajesty: what are you planning??

HisMajesty: Ellie?

HisMajesty: no seriously, like

HisMajesty: have you been hanging out with CW lately?? 👀👀

HisMajesty: cause this is exactly the sort of cryptic shit I’d expect coming from him 😕😒

HisMajesty: not you

HisMajesty: …usually 😔

HisMajesty: unless he told you to tell me this??? 🤨 🤨

HisMajesty: but then again, he prefers to use his sticky notes to leave me cryptic messages..

HisMajesty: Ellie? 😟

HisMajesty: what are you doing????

HisMajesty: where even are you right now?? 🤔

HisMajesty: last I heard you were in Mexico 🇲🇽

HisMajesty: are you still there?

HisMajesty: Ellie

HisMajesty: please answer me 🙏🙏

HisMajesty: Ellieeeeee ☹️

HisMajesty: Elle

HisMajesty: Els

HisMajesty: Ella

HisMajesty: Elski

HisMajesty: Elleroonie

HisMajesty: Ellexandro

HisMajesty: Eljamin

HisMajesty: Ellodore

HisMajesty: 🥺

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Danny stops messaging her when he realizes she’s not going to read any of his texts any time soon. He lets out a weary sigh.

What has she gotten herself into this time?

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Red Hood came to pick Danny up at his apartment at 12.50. He rang the doorbell this time. Before Danny can do so much as greet him, Red Hood hands him a box. Danny looks at it confused before moving his gaze onto Red Hood with the same expression.

“Here, for you” He grunts.

Danny looks back down at the box and under the stare of the helmed vigilante, that Danny can’t quite see due to the helmet. Danny takes it and opens it gingerly. Inside are what seem to be some kind of chocolate squares.

“It’s chocolate fudge. Homemade. Wasn’t quite sure what you would like…” Red Hood explains.

Danny looks back up and beams at him, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Oh no, this is great! Thanks!”

He tries one out, under the watchful eye of Red Hood and Oh Ancients, they are delicious. Which Danny then also proceeds to verbalize.

“Oh my Ancients, these are amazing. Thank you so much!”

Danny gives him a quick hug, even lifting him slightly off the ground which does things to Red Hood (not that Danny noticed), as Red Hood lets out a soft “No problem” before letting go as he remembers something

“Oh wait! Before we go, I also have something for you as well!” Danny blurts out, quickly darting back into his apartment to get something, putting the box of chocolate fudge down on his counter.

He guesses Red Hood hadn’t quite expected that, as he was still frozen into place when Danny came back with his own gift for his date.

Danny hands over a small inconspicuous white box. Red Hood takes it and opens it before carefully taking out the sleek silver watch and turning it over.

As he’s looking it over, Danny starts talking again.

“Okay, okay, so I’ll explain what it does in a minute. First off though, put it on!” He says, jittery from nerves and excitement

He really hopes Red Hood will like it.

Red Hood silently does as he says and puts on the watch.

“Now turn to the wall and press that button right there!” Danny continues, pointing out a small button on the side of the watch.

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What Jason had expected to happen when he pressed the button on the watch, was for it to light up or turn on or something, maybe play a little tune or a nice message.

What Jason hadn’t expected to happen, was for a toxic green laser to shoot out of the watch and blast the wall in front of him, leaving behind a black scorch mark.

Stunned, Jason drops his gaze back onto the, now slightly smoking, ‘watch’ before turning his wide-eyed gaze back onto Danny. Danny, who seems to be practically vibrating in excitement and is eagerly awaiting his reaction.

“Do you like it? It’s the Fenton Watch Ray! I modeled it after the Fenton Wrist Ray, but I decided to make the design more sleek and inconspicuous. When pressing the button, it’ll release a highly pressurized ectoplasmic energy blast.

“You see, it takes in ambient ectoplasm from the surrounding area as fuel! So it won’t run out of energy and you don’t need to charge it! The ectoplasm it’s infused with also makes it more resistant, so it’s harder to break and you’ll be able to take it out on patrol with you if you need it!

“Don’t worry though! While it may look a little dangerous, it’s actually quite harmless to living humans! The most it’ll do is knock them down, or even out on some occasions. And there’s no lasting after-effects!

“Oh! And this button,” Danny pauses as he points out a button on the other side of the watch, “shows you the time!”

Danny pushes the button and, sure enough, the screen of the ‘watch’ lights up, showing it is currently 12.56 pm.

During the entire rant, Jason just stares at Danny through his helmet in stunned silence. He didn’t quite understand everything that was just word-vomited at him, but he got the general gist of it.

‘Marry me,’ is what he wants to say.

“Thank you” is what he says instead, in the softest tone known to man with blushing cheeks and a lovesick smile on his face.

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@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason: oh i'll be romantic and make him some homemade chocolate! #danny: hmmm do you think he likes lasers? #danny is of the opinion that lasers are a good 'first' date gift #he's not wrong #it definitely works #especially for jason #danny just quickly made that watch within like 30 mins with some random stuff he had lying around #as you do #btw if anyone needs a translation of ellie's confusing text message please let me know #i thought it was understandable enough #but just in case i can translate it if needed I don't mind :)

[3cremepie3]

Hi, there! :D

Since orders are open, I would like to place an order:

Reader: Female

Type: Headcanons

Scenary:

I imagined a scenario where the prefect is gaining recognition and popularity in other schools for being the human without magic who has faced many magical challenges. And some boys from RSA and Noble Bell College want to try to woo the prefect and convince her to change schools.

What would the NCR guys do in this situation?

Linger

Sypnopsis- How Leona, Vil, and Cater would react to Y/n who’s getting to much attention from NRC students.

Warnings - jealousy, bribing, slight violence, corruption

A/n - This is literally so late I’m so sorry love thanks for formatting it like this it was so easy to write.

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Leona

Is the king of nochlantness. Someone flirted with you? He doesn’t care he trusts you. The both of you have been together for months now and you would barely dream of looking at another man. You were already caught up on each other. Or so you thought.

“I love you Y/n.” Your blushing friend had explained after gym class. You had only known him for the semester but he seemed to growing a bit too attached. “Oh,” you cringed. “I have a boyfriend you know,” you explained. “I don’t care about him I wouldn’t mind being a side chick.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him off he was already on his knees begging for your answer. But a supposed-to-be sleeping lion awakened and stood at your side. “Get up you bastard,” he chuckled. Your friend not being aware of Leona’s presence before ( probably because he was sleeping underneath the benches) hand began to tremble.

“I didn’t know you needed hearing aids,” Leona seethed. He picked your friend up by his collar which slowly began to disintegrate. You hadn’t noticed it before but he began to use magic. “I-I,” he stuttered. Leona’s magic amped up and your ex-friends shirt was completely gone by now.

His powers were dangerously close to reaching his skin. But despite his low growling Leona gained composure letting him go in the nick of time. Your friend scrambled away screaming at the top of his lungs about the danger. “That’s why you don’t wake a sleeping lion,” Leona sighed.

Vil

Vil doesn't get jealous or he’s not supposed to at least. He has enough beauty to win all the pageants in the world why would he be worried about that ugly pedestrian? That's because he kept making you blush.

Vil was aware of the fact that he was critical but he complimented you at times. Like when he brought you that fur coat and those posh heels. You looked lovely and he told you so by saying “You look alright tonight.” Maybe it’s because he wasn’t affectionate like this homewrecking hoe. Either way, he had to do something.

“You heard me right I’ll refuse to work here any longer.” He must go,” Vil smirked. You had no idea why Vil was so happy after coming out of the meeting with the director. But Vil sure knew why, he promised the director he would quit if that guy wasn’t automatically kicked off of the set.

And him being a high profile actor had his wish come true! Now there was no pesky fly in your ear and Vil would be the only one whispering sweet nothings!

Cater

“Y/n he’s like so canceled right now you can’t hang out with him,” Cater declared. “Huh what did he do,” you asked. “He’s a misogynist,” Cater frowned. Your heart immediately dropped how could someone who treated you so kindly be like that?

“Yeah apparently in 2020 the cursed year he was an incel.” Cater made a gagging sound afterwards awaiting your reaction to the news. Although your friend had apologized he still had problematic behavior.

Well, at least Cater saw it that way he was a pick-me. He could never go through the school day without feeling exhausted and not leaning on your shoulder. The final straw for Cater was when he laid in your lap. That’s when Cater decided that he “needed dirt on him.”

And he didn’t expect to find that much but the payoff worked amazingly. You had successfully cut him off now Cater would be the only guy your mind would be stuck to linger on.

#anime smut #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fandom #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland fan fic #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #twst x mc

[robinismywife]

[ 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 ]

PAIRING: Austin butler x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You and Austin make your public couple debut at the Met Gala, and it's making you question whether or not you'll be able to handle the industry.

WARNINGS: kissing? mention of vomit, the met gala being chaotic lol- Idk?! If i missed any please inform me <33

A/N: This was so much fun to write omg- Let me know if you'd like a part 2 perhaps? Also can we talk about the fact that this man is the most beautiful human to ever exist like hello?!?! Anyways have fun reading this babes!!

(the gif is not mine!)

'Elvis' has definetly been one of the most challenging projects you've ever been a part of. Now, to elaborate, that wasn't just because of the responsibility that weighed on you (and the whole cast and crew) not to disapoint the Presley family, but also because of a certain someone that roamed around the set and never failed to charm you. Austin bloody Butler, a.k.a. Elvis Presley.

When you first auditioned for the role of Priscilla Presley, you weren't sure you were going to get it. I mean, the film was a huge thing. Baz Luhrmann was finally directing after years of absence and it wasn't any movie, no, it was a film about the King of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley. So, you were quite pessimistic considering the fact that you were auditioning amongst some of the most charismatic actresses in hollywood.

However, when you at last walked in the room all your worries seemed to evaporate in thin air. Standing there before the legendary Baz Luhrmann and looking into his eyes, you knew immidiately that he was intrigued by you. That boosted your confidence so much that you managed to make an impression and land the role of Priscilla, changing your life forever.

Back to the Austin situation. Obviously, in order to make sure that you were the perfect one for the role, a chemistry read with Austin was needed. That's where you met him for the first time, his hair jet black and fingers laced with rings. Baz had informed you about Austin's method acting and incredible dedication to the role, which made you all the more excited to work with him. You and Austin clicked immidiately. Even the first moments of the chemistry read when you just got to know each other went very smoothly. It felt like catching up with a friend from school, like you had somehow known him forever, and that showed.

As the two years of filming elapsed, your platonic relationship turned romantic very quickly. It was something that Baz had instructed you to keep secret outside of the set, not wanting it to look like some publicity stunt in order to promote the oncoming film. The two of you happily obliged, knowing that your lives would be so much better without the cameras following you around every time you tried to get some privacy.

About a month before the premiere of your project, took place the Met Gala. You and Austin, along with the help of your managers, decided that it was the perfect opportunity to debut as a couple, since you were both invited. You were still a little nervous about it as your stylists did their magic in your hotel room.

"Y/n, baby, I got you your coffee" Austin's voice filled the hotel room as he walked in. He was kind enough to walk all dressed up to the coffee shop down the street to get you something to drink. Austin had always been such a gentleman.

"We're in the bathroom, babe" You spoke, trying not to move too much and annoy your stylists. You have been working with them for a couple of years now, but these days they've been running around you every day for fittings and such.

"Oh hi," Austin's head peeked into the bathroom, blonde strands of hair falling onto his forehead. He walked in, placing the cold coffee in your stretched out hand and grinning. Your hair had already been finished, your makeup was almost done as well and he couldn't help but stare at you adoringly. You looked divine to him, how did he get so lucky?

"May, you wouldn't mind me kissing her real quick, would you?" Austin raised his eyebrows at your makeup artist.

"She's all yours, I'm done anyway" May chuckled light-heartedly, placing the lipgloss she just used on you on the counter, since you would definetly need to reapply it several times.

"Thank you, May, you did a wonderful job yet again" You smiled up at her gratefully as she left the bathroom. You got up and twirled around, showing off your look to Austin "What do you think, my love?"

"I think that you look incredible, baby" He grabbed you waist, then allowed his hands to roam around you body as you two kissed. Austin's hands then landed on the back zipper of your dress, playing with it as he pulled away to look at you "Irresistable, really"

"Hey, hey, hey Mr.Butler, this dress costs more than me- Stop playing around" You giggled, your hands resting on his chest as he laughed heartily, hugging your body closer to his.

"I wouldn't say so, Y/n"

"You wouldnt?" You teased, raising your eyebrows skeptically

"Nah, babe, you look like a million bucks right now"

"Yeah, I think this dress does cost a million bucks, Austin- It's costum-made Versace" you said and you both chuckled quietly, enjoying the peace before the chaos that is social events like the Met Gala.

Of course, the peace had to be interupted by a knock on your room's door. Austin pecked your lips one last time and groaned as he walked out of the bathroom and towards the door, you following behind him. When he opened the door, you were faced with your two managers staring back at you.

"Are you ready to leave?"

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When your ride finally reached the venue, your heartbeat suddenly quickened. You felt yourself getting anxious again but before you could say anything, you felt austin's hand grab yours.

"I know, baby, I'm kind of terrified too" That wasn't because you were embarrased of each other or anything like that but people talk. The both of you were afraid of the comments and the assumptions the press was going to make. Announcing a new relationship as a person in the public eye was a horrifying move, but knowing that you had each other was the most comforting thing.

After a few seconds of silence in the back of the car, you came to the silent agreement that it was time to get out there. You both took a deep shaky breath and walked outside, still holding hands tightly.

The two of you walked up the steps, preparing yourselves for the cameras that will capture your every move. That's where you bumped into the rest of the cast and crew that was involved in the making of 'Elvis'.

"Austin, Y/n!" Baz walked towards you excitedly "My favourite people, how are you doing?"

"Never been better, Baz" You smiled at the man but still holding onto Austin

"I'm so glad, dear- Oh!" Baz turned around, searching for someone in the crowd "Ahh! There she is! Priscilla!"

You froze. You had never gotten the chance to meet Priscilla before production began because of the pandemic. Austin had met her, of course, and he was able to talk to you about her and comfort you at times when you felt like you were doing an awful job. Now, you knew she was going to be attending the Met Gala, and not only that, you and Austin were seated at the same table as her. However, everything was happening so quickly and before you knew it there she was, red hair and piercing blue eyes, staring back at you with a smile on her face.

"I- Oh my god, I'm so happy to finally meet you" You spoke, your cheeks hurting from the smile on your face. Priscilla took your hand in hers as she started talking to you and complimenting your outfit and general appearence.

"Ready for the pictures?" Your manager said, guiding you to the red carpet. You followed your manager, preparing for the carpet and the euphoria that came with it.

Talking a deep breath you walked onto the carpet, immidiately posing for the cameras and showing off your stunning outfit, that had all the photographers shouting your name.

"First time together, eh?" Baz spoke in Austin's ear

"Huh?"

"I said, it's your first time at an event together?" Baz grinned, seeing the pure adoration in Austin's eyes

"Yeah, it's freaking us out a bit" Austin swallowed thickly, his mind being invaded with terrifying scenarios.

"Well, the only way to get rid of your fears is to face 'em, eh Austin?" The gray-haired man raised his eyebrows. He had said the exact thing to Austin the day they began filming. Austin had been so horrified that day, reality crashing down on him, but Baz was always willing to help.

"You're a wise one, Baz" Austin smirked at the man next to him, who chuckled patting his shoulder

Austin walked onto the carpet as well, getting his own photos taken before walking over to you proudly. His arm snaked around your waist bringing you closer to him. The photographers became even more estatic, knowing that they were capturing the latest gossip and the next topic of every article on the internet. Even so, the both of you didn't care one bit anymore. The press could try to ruin and dig into your relationship but you were immune to all of that. You loved each other so much that a silly little article or piece of gossip would never come between you. Getting together with Austin was the best desicion you've ever made and you didn't regret it one bit.

Despite the fact that you were having the time of your lives posing for the cameras, you could hear your names being shouted by different interviewers meaning that you had to split up for the time being. That's why Austin kissed you quickly in the middle of the red carpet, leaving you flustered but still able to locate the interviewer and walk over to her.

"Y/n oh my god, you look stunning!" The woman told you, scanning your look "Please tell us who are you wearing?"

"Hi!" You smiled at the camera and then the woman "I'm actually wearing versace tonight"

"It looks absolutely incredible, Y/n- But tell us, your movie 'Elvis' is coming to theaters soon, how does that feel?"

"Yeah, gosh, um- It feels like a fever dream, really" You chuckled, trying to be your friendliest self "We've been working on this for so long and I'm so excited for everyone to see it- I mean we all worked so hard, especially Baz and austin and-"

"Oh, now that you mention him- What should we assume about you and Austin? Are you a certified couple? Because the kissing surely is promising" The interviewer laughed expectantly

"Well- um- Yeah, we prefer not to be too loud about it, but um- I guess it was time for the world to know?" You weren't quite sure what to say, the questions making you a little uncomfortable.

"Wow, that is great news, Y/n- So, you'll surely be having some fun with Mr.Butler this afternoon" She spoke teasingly

"Yes, of course" You smiled finally feeling relief that the interview was over "Thank you very much" you waved at the woman and walked inside hoping to find Austin

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That night you and Austin reached your hotel room so exhausted, both of you very introverted and easily drained by social events. You got undressed in silence and ended up in the bathroom, brushing your teeth.

"How are you feeling?" Austin placed his toothbrush back on the holder, leaning on the sink as he looked at you

"Good, yeah, I'm good" You nodded your head, looking as if you were trying to convince yourself. To be honest, you weren't feeling your best. Just the thought of waking up to tweets and articles about you and Austin made you want to vomit. You knew, when you started in the industry, that it would be hard being in the public eye and you thought that you were prepared for it. Perhaps you were wrong, because the fact that now everyone knew about your private life felt unsettling.

"You're lying to me, baby" Austin slightly frowned, rubbing circles on the small of your back

"I don't know, Austin I-" You sighed also placing your toothbrush on the holder "I thought I was ready for this but apparently I'm not- I mean, the fact that everyone suddenly knows about our private life just makes me really uncomfortable"

"It's alright" He whispered, hugging you "It's all going to be fine, my love"

That night you fell asleep, your legs and arms tangled with each other under the sheets. Maybe you didn't know what the future was going to be like but you were convinced that Austin would be apart of it no matter what.

#elvis 2022 #baz luhrmann #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis film #elvis movie #elvis presley #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler one shot #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler has me in a chokehold #austin butler headcanons

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twenty sterek fics with 30k+ words ~

I don't read as much sterek as I'd like to, but here are 20 longer fics I enjoyed really well! as always, read the tags! some of these are fics I come back to regularly, and some are ones I've only read once or twice but they left an impact. hope you enjoy! feel free to reblog with or comment more fics you love, I'm always looking for a new read :)

1. Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter

(underage, explicit, 61k)

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property.

Humans are supposed to be extinct.

But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

2. Sex Therapy by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) (locked to a03)

(no archive warnings apply, Teen and Up, 81k)

Stiles wanders into a club named Eclipse, looking for a one night stand to help him get over his breakup, only to realize that he has no idea what he's doing. Luckily for him, Derek is happy to be his Yoda.

The only problem comes when neither of them are able to keep it to just one night.

3. Move A Mountain by ZainClaw

(creator chose not to use archive warnings, explicit, 69k)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

4. stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall

(creator chose not to use archive warnings, explicit, 65k)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

5. His Only Defence by LunaCanisLupus_22

(graphic descriptions of violence, rape/noncon, explicit, 78k)

Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha.

Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

6. The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(creator chose not to use archive warnings, explicit, 54k)

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

7. Northern Blues by kaistrex (weishen)

(no archive warnings apply, explicit, 40k)

When Stiles steps into the room that the Hale house has conjured for him to stay in, the first thing he sees is a window already open, letting in a pleasant breeze. The second is a door in the right-hand wall.

Laura clears her throat, scratching at her nose. “That leads to Derek’s room.”

Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up and a laugh bursts out before he can stop it. Now he understands how the pack knew this room probably wouldn’t belong to his dad (which, gross).

He looks over his shoulder at Derek who’s glaring pointedly at everything except for Stiles with pink-tipped ears.

“Presumptuous. I like it,” he says to the house, patting one of the walls and throwing a wink at Derek hovering in the doorway.

8. Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24

(no archive warnings apply, Teen and Up, 53k)

Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”

“Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”

“You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”

“They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”

“Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”

“That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.

“When do we leave?” Stiles asked.

Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.

9. Cloaked in Gold by kaistrex

(no archive warnings apply, explicit, 57k)

Stiles' world tilts, the bed dipping as a weight settles over him, caging him in. Growling. His eyes flutter open in distant confusion as hot air sweeps over his throat and he stares up at twin beams of gold shining inches from his face.

Werewolf.

Stiles does the only thing he can.

“DAD!”

The werewolf jumps at the sudden shout, blanketing him tighter, and it’s only seconds until his dad is in his bedroom doorway with Melissa close behind, flicking on the light. Stiles' mouth drops open as he stares up at the thick eyebrows, sharp nose and perfectly groomed stubble of a golden-eyed and fanged Derek Hale.

-

When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

10. Ruin Me (Take Me Down) by xLostDreamsx

(underage, explicit, 50k)

Driving his teachers and his Dad crazy with his incessant trouble making, Stiles reluctantly accepts young college student Derek Hale as his ‘babysitter’, his Dad misguidedly believing he will be a positive role model to help guide him back to the straight and narrow.

Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he isn’t quite aware that Derek isn’t quite as up-standing as he appears and at the hands of his smart, young, manipulative son with a head full of ideas, his rather weak moral codes soon crumble.

Or put simply, Derek gives in to Stiles and things get hot and heavy pretty fast.

11. I've Got it Bad, Got it Bad, Got it Bad by RedRidingStiles

(underage, mature, 47k)

“Woah are those real?” Stiles found himself saying as he reached out and squeezed the man’s (it was a man and not a brick wall Stiles’ brain supplies) bicep which was bulging under the guy’s shirt. Stiles hasn’t even looked at the man’s face too preoccupied gasping at the tone muscles in front of him.

“Something tells me you’re the infamous Stiles.”

“Stiles, yes that’s my name, well it’s not really my name that’s too hard for anyone to pronounce so it’s just Stiles. Or you know, some colorful names the lower IQs of this place like to make up. But Stiles, you can call me Stiles.” Stiles rambles on, watching the man try to suppress a grin and failing. He has a gorgeous smile that made his bunny teeth present and his eyes crinkle and Stiles thinks he might be a little bit in love.

“Nice to meet you Stiles, why don’t you take a seat.” The man, Stiles doesn’t even know his name and he’s already starting to plan their wedding, says with a nod to the already full classroom. Stiles hasn’t even heard the bell ring. Huh.

“But I didn’t get your name,” Stiles replies.

“Mr. Hale, I’m your new English teacher.”

Fuck.

12. Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass

(underage, explicit, 30k)

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

or

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

13. Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(no archive warnings apply, Teen and Up, 35k)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

---

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

14. Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(no archive warnings apply, Teen and Up, 81k)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

15. To Each Their Own by SylvieW

(creator chose not to use archive warnings, explicit, 32k)

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

16. Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(no archive warnings apply, Teen and Up, 68k)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

17. (Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle

(no archive warnings apply, mature, 96k)

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

18. Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

(graphic descriptions of violence, explicit, 109k)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

19. The Not So Beauty to Your Not So Beast by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Mature, 64k)

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

“Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

“By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

Wait.

What?

(SNYE - January 19th - Royalty AU)

20. Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8

(creator chose not to use archive warnings, explicit, 30k)

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

aaaand that's all for now! again, if you have sterek fics you love don't hesitate to let me know about them! my ask box should be open if you'd rather rec anonymously :) I'm in the process of making "my favorite 15k word or less teen wolf fics" and "my favorite smutty fics" so stay tuned for that. hope you enjoy!!

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfic #sterek fics #sterek fic recs #teen wolf fic

[happyandticklish]

The Key To Silence

Notes: Commission for @thornoisdono ^^ Apologies that this took a bit longer than expected, the first week back to school hit harder than I thought it was going to lol. I know that technically chests simply unlock in genshin, but I figured narratively speaking it makes more sense if the monsters are simply guarding them, instead of magically unlocking them with their death asjgjkki. I hope you enjoy!! 

Summary: Scaramouche decides to accompany Lumine on her daily commissions, but he refuses to take them seriously. 

“Hey, wait up!”

A slash of wind dashed across the field, cutting through a charging Hilichurl. It sunk to the ground with a gurgling cry, another behind it quickly meeting the same fate.

“Scara!”

“Catch up if you’re gonna catch up, there’s no sense in waiting.”

Another felled, the grass tensing and fluttering against the resulting impact. It really wasn’t anything impressive, and certainly nothing that Lumine herself couldn’t achieve. The speed of it though… She almost felt bad for the bumbling creatures, each one shot down before they even had a chance to defend themselves. She knew it was necessary, but there was no sense in the excessive cruelty of it all.

She managed to grab him at last as he blew a whimpering slime back into a stone wall. He barely registered her hold on his shoulder, merely huffing in irritation when she tugged him back from his pursuit. “Yes? Was there something you need?”

Irritation prickled up Lumine’s spine, and she resisted the urge to shoot back something snarky of her own. She had originally invited him along on this mission out of grace; the idea of her ‘silly community tasks’ amused him and he had wanted to witness these errands she was so willing to put up with. Or at least, that’s what he had claimed, anyway. He seemed entirely bored of it now, if his break neck pace was anything to go by.

“Look,” she said, as calmly as she could. “I appreciate your help, but don’t you think I should be responsible for at least some of the kills I was assigned?”

Scaramouche scoffed, blithely shrugging her hand off as he tossed aside yet another slime. “Please. If I were to let you do it, we could be here all day—this is much easier. Is the next task more challenging? I was hoping for a fun afternoon; I didn’t realize you just ran around fighting the wildlife.”

“Hilichurls are hardly wildlife and you know that.” She grabbed his hand as he went to kill another, fixing him with a look. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just go home? I can do this without you anyway.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Are you offering?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, giving a tight smile. “Charming. You know, maybe if you cut the attitude, less people would be after you all the time.”

“I have the attitude?”

Instead of answering, he took the higher, more ‘noble’ route of ignoring her to instead kneel down by the chest glimmering in the center of the room. As he fiddled with the lock, a task he clearly didn’t know how to do that he really should have left to her, Lumine sighed, watching him patiently in case he decided to make any wrong moves.

Wind tousled his cape, the fabric blowing gently in the breeze to reveal the thin clothing underneath it. He looked so small from this distance, a fragile thing just like her—human. It was strange to think that someone like him could have ever posed a threat to her, let alone Mondstadt.

The wind picked up as Scaramouche cursed in frustration, his shirt billowing up to reveal the small quiver of skin on his back. Goosebumps prickled at the small of his back, most likely due to the chill.

“The lock.”

The words were so sudden that she jumped, quickly diverting her attention back to the scene at hand and hoping that he hadn’t noticed the blatant staring.

“What about it?”

“It’s not opening.”

“That does happen to be the point of them,” Lumine agreed, biting back a smile. “Are you saying that after all that talk, you can’t open a simple lock?”

Scaramouche scoffed, but that was answer enough. She gestured for him to move aside, kneeling down besides him. The lock was bulky and convoluted to an outsider maybe, but fairly simple if you had done any of these sorts of missions before. Scaramouche watched her as she worked, clearly trying to hide his interest as he observed her techniques. It was interesting, the way his face softened in the moment—no longer the smug, narcissist from before, but a curious observor.

Before, when they had been enemies of sorts, Lumine had been able to comfortably settle into that role. It was easy to hate someone when they were trying to kill you all the time. Now they were… well. Something. Friends felt too broad and inaccurate of a term for her feelings towards him.

And now there were all these moments between them, such as now, that made her wonder if friends might be an understatement as opposed to the other way around. He had obstinately remained right beside her, and she could feel his presence over her shoulder, a constant force setting her on edge and making her miss the entrance to the lock with the pick.

“Are you saying that after all that talk, you can’t open a simple lock?” Scaramouche mimicked snidely, a childish grin twitching at his face. Lumine felt her stomach clench with irritation and slight embarrassment. “I thought you were supposed to be the expert on this, after all.”

“I am.” Lumine huffed, trying to focus her attention at the task at hand. But as Scaramouche had shifted back, the folds of his shirt had slid up once more to reveal that same sliver of skin. As her gaze was diverted to the exposed vulnerability, Lumine had an idea both to get him off her back and to preform a slight attitude adjustment.

“Hold on, I think there’s a bug,” she lied, forcing a casual nonchalance as she nodded over to him. “On your back. I can grab it for you if you want.”

“What?” he seemed distracted, hastily throwing a glance over to her before turning back to the lock. “Oh, sure, whatever. Just hurry up; if each of these errands is just as mind-numbingly boring, I would prefer to get through them as soon as possibleHE!”

His voice broke off into a sudden squeak as Lumine’s fingers scrabbled over his back in an attempt to rid him of the supposed ‘bug’. The squeak quickly transformed into a cough and a stuttered exhale as he reached back to slap her fingers away—only to find his hand quickly snatched up by her own.

“You’re ticklish,” Lumine noted, eyes sparkling with triumph. “I honestly didn’t think that was going to work—it seems too innocent a thing for someone as cynical and power hungry as you.”

“I’m not!” Scaramouche snapped back, but the words were less intimidating as usual, nerves getting the best of him. “Someone like me doesn’t possess such silly weaknesses. You only startled me, that’s all. Now if we could return back to the task at ha—Lumine!”

Not willing to give up this opportunity, Lumine quickly knocked him onto his back in a maneuver that possibly could have been gentler, but he deserved it after her treatment today. With one leg tossed securely around his waist, she dragged the trapped hand above his head. It was surprising how easy it was to pin him down—almost like he wanted to be caught.

“Lumine,” he repeated indignantly, body tensed in anticipation of whatever she had in store for him. “I demand that you let me up now. This is hardly conducive to the mission.”

“Ah, contraire, my easily angered fellow, I would argue it is very conducive to the mission.” She placed a hand over his stomach, gently twitching her fingers under the folds of his shirt. He shifted underneath her, a flush evident on his face; it was unclear whether it was due to anger or embarrassment. “I let you come with me because I thought you could be useful, but thus far all you’ve done is complain. So, maybe if I show you what happens to those who complain, the rest of these commissions will go a lot smoother. What do you say?”

Scaramouche simply glared at her, refusing to give an answer. “I will end you if you do this.”

“No, you won’t.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Because you could have easily gotten out of this if you wanted to, and yet, you’ve hardly lifted a finger to stop me despite that free hand of yours.”

His flush, if possible, burned brighter, but before he had a chance to defend himself, Lumine set her fingers into motion, carefully tapping about his sides and stomach in a devastating spider crawl. Scaramouche’s mouth snapped shut and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out these new sensations. She twitched her hand directly over his stomach and he stifled a startled noise, his leg jerking up just slightly.

“Tickle?”

“F-Fuck you,” he managed, gripping the grass with his free hand in a chokehold.

“So crass, Scara.” That same hand dragged lower, casually drawing a finger along his waistline. He inhaled sharply, his lips twisting into something that almost resembled a grin. “If I had known you were ticklish back when we were still fighting, defeating you would have been much easier. I’m hardly even touching you and yet you’re this tense. Calm down, it’s only a bit of tickling.”

She accentuated the sentence with a scribble of her fingers that prompted a stutter of a giggle from the trapped man as his leg slammed up into her back. She clucked her tongue lightly, continuing the ticklish path over to his hips. “Ah, ah, ah, Scara, fighting is not going to make this any easier for you—I recommend just lying back and taking it.”

“You—y-yohouu—gehEHA!” He arched back with a shriek as she grabbed his hip suddenly, both legs kicking up dirt as he flailed. All pretenses of holding in his reactions faltered as he quickly succumbed to a round of breathless giggles. His free hand had torn up quite a bit of grass in his attempts to distract himself, and now he brought it up to his face to try to hide at least some of his embarrassing reactions. “Luhuhuhumine! T-Thihis ihihis huhuhumiliatihiHIHING!”

“Hardly.” Another squeeze, each one climbing higher and higher and forcing him to scrabble anxiously on the ground to try to back away from her. “It’s cute. If anything, this is an improvement to your normal behavior. You don’t look half as irritating when you’re giggling.”

Though she was only teasing, it was true. Pinned and cackling on the ground as he was, he looked… well. Cute. Annoyingly cute, actually, for how much of a nuisance he had been earlier.

She felt a blush of her own rising to the tips of her ears, and she shoved down those thoughts for a later date. Now was not the time to be having those thoughts.

She gently climbed up his ribs and he squeaked as she reached the top, muffled protests slipping out from behind his hand.

Jackpot.

“How about this,” Lumine offered, teasing at the very edge of his ribs while she talked. He twitched and squirmed underneath her, unable to hold still even under such gentle treatment. “I’ll stop if you promise not to make any more comments for the rest of the mission. No snide remarks, no sarcastic monologues, and no insults. Think you can manage that?”

Scaramouche struggled to arrange his face into something obstinate, a difficult task when her fingers never stopped moving. “I-I’m not agreeing to ahanything. N-now lehet me up.”

Lumine shrugged, crawling her fingers under his arm at last. “Oh well. It’s your funeral.”

Scaramouche threw his head back in frantic laughter, his hand finally flying down from his face to try to tug at her own. But no matter how hard he pulled, it did nothing to dissuade Lumine. His energy was quickly being sapped by the tickling, and he couldn’t focus enough to try to blow her off of him. His world had become a constant stream of it tickles it tickles it tickles and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop this.

Yet, despite his rising desperation, five minutes passed by without him stopping her. Five minutes of nails dragging devastatingly under his arms, five minutes of unbearable sensations lighting his nerves on fire, five minutes of shrieky, babbling laughter that he had zero hope of reigning in. Briefly, Lumine considered pointing out the suspicious resistance to him, but she eventually decided against it; he was already embarrassed enough as is, and despite what she had said earlier, she wanted him to stick around.

It wasn’t until Lumine reached behind her mostly out of curiosity to squeeze his knee that Scaramouche finally jerked his hand free, scrambling up to tug at her arm.

“OKAY ohokay, juhust stop ahahalready! He fell back on the ground in defeat, tired giggles shaking his frame. “I’ll shuhut u-uhuhp just stop tihiHIHIHIckling!”

At last, she released him with a satisfied smirk, clambering off of as she allowed him to regain some of his composure. He breathed heavily on the ground, his whole face flushed pink from the endeavor.

“You okay down there?” she asked, unable to help the light amusement in her voice. He directed a glare at her in response that seemed slightly less venomous than it could have been under the circumstances.

“Don’t think I’ll forget about this,” he said, the threat not as intimidating when interspersed with residual giggles. “I’ll get you back. It’ll be when you least expect it, when you think this whole thing has finally blown over—that will be when I strike. I hope for your sake that you prepare for the day, as I promise I won’t be merciful.”

The thought sent a shiver down Lumine’s back, but she ignored it, turning her attention back to the locked box as she talked. “Right, well, none of that matters right now, does it? And if you try anything, I’ll just pin you right back down and we can repeat this afternoon.”

“Sadist.”

“Brat.”

She bit back a small smile as she finally unlocked the box to reveal several pouches of moira.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

#tickle fic #commissions #scaramouche #genshin impact #lumine #tickling #fanfiction #commission #scaramouche x lumine

[doberbutts]

Anyway I know it's not intended to be read like this but having been a dog trainer for tears I can honestly say that Firekeeper demonstrates the exact reason it's important to A: let your dog have some autonomy and B: not try to fight your dog.

Yes, the wolf pack politics are based off the incorrect alpha/beta/omega dynamic IN FAIRNESS it was written in the early 2000s.

But Firekeeper is much like a primitive breed dog here. She values her freedom and her autonomy. She is never not going to act at least sort of wild. She follows [incorrect] wolf rules- unwanted touch is warned and then punished if warning doesn't work. You can't force her to do things without breaking her. And her will is so strong that attempting to break her may end up with HER breaking YOU. If she really doesn't want to do it, she simply won't. Thieves are punished swiftly and immediately. Restricting her freedom just results in more creative ways to escape. She doesn't mince words, she cuts straight to the point. She gets frustrated and gives up easily if she feels overwhelmed or like there's not enough benefit in whatever task is bothering her. She watches the silly humans do silly human things and thinks it's all pretty ridiculous but is willing to play ball occasionally if she feels she'll get at least amusement out of it.

I swear she's my high school friend's pyr in human form.

And then re: don't fight your dog. At times Firekeeper is challenged. Someone has decided they WILL bring her to heel. She lashes out and hurts them enough for them to back off but not enough to kill or maim.

When I describe primitive breeds as being very boundary animals, this is what I'm talking about. Tater, my littlest chihuahua, is a very boundary dog. Now she's also a domesticated little thing intended mostly to sit on the laps of Mexican grandmas. BUT when she draws a hard boundary, hoo boy, come hell or high water she will make sure the line in the sand stays as-is. She has no problem dishing out appropriate punishment and does not suffer fools. And even the significantly larger dogs in the house respect that about her, and go out of their way to avoid a repeat once she's stated her opinion on their behavior.

And she gets that from her ancestry of being a feral little dog running around ruins in the Mexican countryside.

She's not an unpleasant dog to live with. Honestly she mostly just does her own thing and the other dogs enjoy her presence. Most of her time is spent curled up in one of the cave beds or sprawled in my lap. But when she offers an opinion about something, it's certainly a strong one.

Too many people try to fight their dog over something. They feel like they have something to prove. They say something about needing to be dominant, the alpha, the boss, or whatever. They talk about firm hands. Tater is a perfectly pleasant dog who is friendly and nonaggressive and honestly she would bite you if you tried this with her. She is not one to be trifled with when it comes to her autonomy or boundaries.

Anyway I'm reading this and I'm reading Firekeeper's behavior and I'm over here going "ok so the author is trying to translate the world's most annoying siberian mix into a 15 year old human girl"

[cornus27florida]

Floriography of the Flower Bouquet that Frederick gives to Gwen during her dinner party (Gwen's dinner party arc)

Hello everyone!

I decided to make this CPC-related post to be quite 'short' and the focused one - This post is blossoming due the simple question in the discord CPC server which as following :

i was wondering if anyone knew what flowers those were!! really curious if they have a meaning in flower language or something that could apply here (look at the top image)

Before going further let me explain first what's "Floriography" means. Floriography is the language of flowers. All flowers hold different meanings (also all flower arrangements is beautiful in their own way! - Saffron), often based on the type of flower, the colour of the flower, or both. And floriography is the art of communicating through different flower types. Once you learn and understand the meaning of flowers, giving flowers as gifts becomes so much more thoughtful as you can convey just how you feel with a bouquet! [taken from this following link : https://www.bloomandwild.com/floriography-language-of-flowers-meaning]

About Flower Arrangement, there's actually a craft study about it which differentiated to western style (the ones that more familiar to mass as it sold in flower shops at orders) and eastern style (which called as Ikebana). The link if want to know more about Ikebana as following:

Ikebana (“living flowers”) is the Japanese art of flower arrangement. It is also known as Kadō (“way of flowers”). The tradition dates back to the 7th century when floral offerings were made at altars. Later, they were placed in the tokonoma (alcove) of a home. In contrast to the western habits of casually placing flowers in a vase, ikebana aims to bring out the inner qualities of flowers and other live materials within certain rules of construction and ultimately – express emotion.

Its materials are living branches, leaves, grasses, and blossoms. Its heart is the beauty resulting from colour combinations, natural shapes, graceful lines, and the meaning latent in the total form of the arrangement. It is a disciplined art form in which the arrangement is a living thing where nature and humanity are brought together. It is steeped in the philosophy of developing closeness with nature. Ikebana is a way of arranging flowers according to ancient principles. Branches and flowers are placed at specific angles to represent ten (heaven), chi (earth), and jin (man). The way they’re placed represents the strength, delicacy, and ephemerality of living flowers. Funnily enough, the word ikebana comes from ‘ikuru’ – to live and ‘hana’ – flowers: literally means ‘living flowers’.

IMHO before analyzing the Flowers, I've theorized (or more in sense, as Headcannon) that Frederick has low sense of flower selection (due to being bullied in the military school with the nickname 'Sunflower', he kinda used to think that Flowers are generally negative/mundane things - hence he never bordered to looks deeper in term of Floriography) so it might that he bought (earlier before the trip, as if it happened mid-trip it will pushed his brothers to do the same=which seem that neither Blaine or Lance do it) or brought (Frederick taking some 'random' Flowers in Plaid Palace royal garden, then preparing them himself to make some nice flower bouquet for Gwen ). Frederick's flower bouquet is accentuated simplicity but also some senses of mysteries in there (identifying+recognizing, determining than searching the floriography of the flowers of his bouquet is challenging but not by means something to disliked.. I LOVE IT!! I am not confident with the answers, but deep down I always love flowers and in my College life - I joined study club where one of the task is to determining plant names)

For myself personally I feel the latter (making the flower bouquet himself) is more in-character to him. He's dumb but has big heart + he know some things about making bouquet from all his experiences preparing party. I think it's not hard to imagine that he also the one that preparing the get-off gifts to the guests by preparing bouquets. So, Frederick probably have no thought about the meaning of the Flowers when making the bouquet but he just make sure the flower bouquet for Gwen will be presented nice. Although to answer the question, I have my own intake which as following!

So.. if I could make the conclusion (is more theory, as I am not 100% sure) - The flowers that Frederick tried to give to Gwen during the dinner party and their meanings :

Angel breath or Baby breath: symbolyzes Innocence

Heather flower: Admiration, Good Luck, Protection powers

(1) The White clusters : probably Heather and Angel breath; Innocence, Admiration, Good luck, Protection powers

(2) The Green clusters - as imho those are not leaves, it looks like some cluster of flower petals : Bells of Ireland ; Great way to ease worries (or own wedding day espc), symbolize luck

(3) The Orange clusters - the hardest one as have many option and need to search the meaning - but if I limited to choose only one then I'll pick Pansy; The word “pansy” is derived from the mid-15th century French word “penser,” which means to think or ponder. The pansy flower meaning can differ according to the color variety. The Orange pansy flower isn’t as common as some other colors, but usually, they are going to symbolize joy, happiness, and optimism. Orange pansies are often used in salads as edible decorations. *hence silly comedy that comes to my mind: Frederick also giving those orange pansy as addition (or garnish) to the salad menu for Gwen's dinner party

So those are all there!

As always if wanna see the full conversation rather than the compiled version, just heads up to the discord https://discord.com/channels/825884625087758347/825884835481911337/1087831356811255938

#cursed princess club #cursed princess club frederick #cursed princess club Gwendolyn #floriography #flower bouquet

[sketch-guardian]

aight time for another ask!!! your OCs with a MC who works way too hard and barely gets any sleep at night? (also if you don't mind, platonic headcanons for Camy too because she's lovely and I want to hug her 😭) - Isa

Hello again!☺ It's always a pleasure to answer these questions😌they help me build the character of my OCs. However,I should seriously start putting reference images,so that people can recognize the characters🤔. Anyway I will do my best to reply!✨ (Also don't worry, I don't mind at all🙈in fact I'm flattered that you want me to write about my MC too💜).

RAD CLASSMATES AND CAMY (MY MC) WITH A OVERWORKED AND SLEEPLESS MC

DEMYA

First of all,Demya's a free spirit,who has long promised herself not to take orders from anyone, given her past, which means that she often doesn't respect dates of delivery for tasks. She's also not too familiar with the concept of school commitment,compared to other demons,she even learned to read and write later than normal. That said,we can imagine how Demya wouldn't understand why her mate works so hard, putting their health at risk,but Demya knows one thing for sure:work is stealing MC's attention and Demya doesn't like being ignored, so an intervention on her part is needed. Demya isn't above threatening to eat MC's RAD homework and no, she's not kidding, she's eaten worse, challenging her isn't worth it. Demya's determined and good with in distractions, in fact she has two options: either to eat something together with her mate and then drag them to bed, fluttering her eyelashes while acting cute and whiny to convince MC to stop working and lay with her (she thinks that a full stomach makes you sleepier easily) or tire MC in other ways if they're comfortable with that ... like caressing them or straight up making out until they nod off

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra isn't the best when it comes to work. He often doesn't do his homework ,due to him giving priority to other things, however he's quite lucky, because he has Mobim who takes care of notes when he's too busy. Don't get me wrong, he's smart and would be able to do his work on his own, it's just that he doesn't apply, so he quite admires a hardworking MC in that respect and can understand the issue of crossing the line, since occasionally he happens to do it with training, but he would be hypocritical enough to scold his partner for it (if MC points that out, they'll witness Domnra in all his tsundere glory). Domnra often has nightmares (about his fall and curse)and sometimes he happens to wake up alone in bed,with MC still awake. In those cases Domnra stands by MC until they have finished their work, perhaps giving them a hand to speed up and to distract himself, and if they fell asleep earlier, he would bring them back to bed in his arms. On other occasions, especially if in a calmer mood than usual, he would insist that they go to bed with him (which is rare, so it would be better to accept) and in the meantime he would decide to play some relaxing music and cuddle MC together with Mobim, who could try to reproduce sounds similar to the purring of cats to reassure MC. If all that doesn't work, then Domnra would suggest doing some exercise, to tire the body sooner

AZUL

Azul's a rather relaxed demon who does his work when he's in a good mood,otherwise when he's in a bad mood,he tends to withdraw into himself and let off steam until it passes. Azul thinks that MC should take their duties more lightly,it's nobody's death if they delays with delivering homework from time to time, life goes on and breaks are a must. He's also no expert on humans, but he's pretty sure that if little sleep isn't healthy for demons, then it's even worse for humans. So since he cares about his lovely star, he would try to convince them with sweet words, hugging them from behind and putting his head on their shoulder,maybe even gently rubbing their sore spots, he's good enough at temptation. If it doesn't work and MC desperately needs to sleep, then Azul would be forced to resort to magic (which would have been his first option since he always uses it, but obviously he wanted MC's consent)

ZURI

Zuri's a workaholic herself and always aims for perfection, so she spends a lot of time on her duties, having such high standards and doing everything herself, however she promised herself to keep fit and look after her looks, therefore she cannot afford to go to sleep late,except for some important events. She isn't a hypocrite and she knows that scolding MC for their behavior would be useless on her part,so she would just help them finish their work as soon as possible in an efficient way, so that they can get ready for the night. Zuri would prepare them a warm and flowers scented bath to reduce tension and then welcome them in her bed, with a hot drink on a bedside table ready to be consumed. After that she would gently put skin treatments on MC's face. And if her beloved still can't fall asleep, then Zuri would try to sing something while she holds them in her arms. She's good at singing and her voice is quite hypnotic

ODON

A resolution of Odon has always been to live peacefully and with a smile, although aware that such a lifestyle is not for everyone, after all they too had difficulties when they were younger to see Devildom,Celestial Realm and Earth in a new light, but in the end Odon got where they're now, so they aren't the type to minimize the stress of others. Odon has no difficulty with work,they're very intelligent and adapt to circumstances, challenges simply fascinate them and they always face difficulties with a smile. Odon knows humans are much more fragile than demons, so it saddens them to see MC trying so hard, like they're trying to prove something. In any case, Odon would stroke or pat their dear friend's head, saying that they're proud of their efforts, but that it would be better to take a break with some good biscuits and a cup of tea to reinvigorate their mind, their work won't run away and Odon can leave the eye-like creatures there to supervise if it makes them feel any better. To make MC relax, Odon would make them rest their head on their lap and read them a book, keeping one hand free so they could hold it. (P.S.: Odon has a tendency to call everyone friend. Lucifer? To Odon it's "friend Lucifer". Beelzebub? It would be "friend Beel". For MC, once they become a couple, it would be something like "dear friend MC")

CAMY (MY MC) (PLATONIC)

Honestly? Mood-

All jokes aside, Camy's a person who spends many hours working and usually during the week, she sleeps only about three hours (the seven brothers do not approve-), so she understands MC's drama, having the exact same problem, which have been made worse since she became a council member and Solomon's apprentice... she finds all these commitments very stressful. Camy would be afraid to make MC's situation worse, not having exactly good advice to offer, but as a friend, she would do her best to support them, even staying up with them through the night if necessary, she doesn't mind anyway. What Camy would suggest would be to listen to some relaxing music: she has occasionally fallen asleep with headphones on after all (it was embarrassing explaining that to Lucifer) or to vent to each other by telling about their problems, that should tire them enough

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me rad classmates #obey me demon oc #demon ocs #obey me mc #obey me demya #obey me domnra #obey me mobim #obey me azul #obey me zuri #obey me odon #obey me camy #camy replies #I hope this was fluff enough #as always sorry for my english #I'm not very good at it

[animebookworm16]

Based on a bunch of fics I used to see about the Greek Gods from PJO having to go to a mortal highschool.

As much as I love the concept, they’re all immortal beings that have been adults for most of forever... not a single one aside from maybe Apollo and Hermes would be able to convincingly pass as teenagers.

Instead I think it would be hilarious if they had to be teachers.

Ares - Gym teacher, the sports teams have never done so well, or been so terrified.

Athena - Math, somehow she can make every word problem relate back to fighting, and the students love it.

Hepheastus - History and Shop, it’s not that the school doesn’t have enough teachers for both classes, it’s that someone tried to tell Hepheastus that and got challenged to a duel using a sword he’d made in Shop class.

Dionysus - Lunch, origonally, he was going to be the Human Growth and Development teacher but then everyone remembered that he worked best around children only when extremely intoxicated (and was prone to driving them mad when not) so it was decided that having to deal with kids for only one hour of the day was probably best.

Hades and Hestia - Home Economics, no one was surprised when Hestia wanted the position, but Demeter was furious when Hades also signed up. 

Demeter - Agriculture, half of her students are convinced that she can telepathically commuincate with her plants, the other half are convinced she’s never grown a plant a day in her life.

Aphrodite - School Councillor, after Dionysus, she was going to teach Human Growth and Development, but then they all remembered what happened the last time she was left alone with a group of teenagers and decided it was probably best it didn’t happen again.

Apollo - Choir, Band, Theater, and Art - Now you might be asking yourself, ‘wouldn’t someone have tried to stop him?’ The answer is yes. Yes someone did try and stop him from running four classes, but tried is about as far as it went. In fact all four more or less got combined into one giant four hour class, and none of the other teachers can figure out how. (It’s also a wide spread rumor that occasionally, he’ll sub in for the Creative Writing teacher, and then be the school nurse for the day. But these are all rumors and no one has any proof)

Artemis - Languages, does she cheat and use her godly powers to know every language? Surprisingly no. Because of how often she’s traveling the world, and all of her hunters, she’s naturally picked up several languages.

Hermes - Statistics, while he did have to fight Athena for it, all the students agree that he’s awesome to have as a teacher, mostly because he teaches them some really cool tricks along with the lessons. And while Stats is his main class, it isn’t unusal to see him subbing in for any number of other classes as well.

Hera - Human Growth and Development, the moment Zeus tried to volunteer for the posistion, everyone unanimously voted for Hera to teach it. Both so that they didn’t have any mini Zeus’s running around, but also so that she didn’t fry any new mothers and children. It’s also because she is genuinely good at it.

Poseidon - Swim Coach and Secondary Gym, Ares was pissed that Poseidon took a sports team, and that he managed to weedle his way into a Gym teacher role, but had to let it go, because it’s water and no one is better in the water than Poseidon.

Zeus - Science, everyone else said that if he could come up with a scientific way to explain throwing lightning he could choose a different subject, so the students have been learing a lot about the weather and how to potentially harness it for their own uses like little future movie villains.

#PJO AU #Percy Jackson AU #School AU #Crack #the gods working as teachers at school

[britishassistant]

Oh my gosh, the neverafter gang in twst?? The image of Ylfa having a gang of older brothers from savanclaw is too God damned perfect and I need to draw that out immediately?? I'm praying to the writing gods for you that you're able to get the writing to work for it lmao! And just the idea of Pinocchio, existing in the general vicinity of NRC is hilarious to me,, like yes let the unhinged ten year old puppet boy and Pib harass Crowley, they deserve it. Now I'm just imagining Pinocchio forcing everyone around him to try whiskey and bubblegum. Sorry for rambling this crossover idea just really gets my brain going.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

And yeah, it really is a fun idea isn’t it? I’ve been batting around concepts of what could happen for a while with a wonderful mutual of mine, @sleeping-donkey ! So far they include:

Our intrepid heroes washing up on Sage Island after the events of Chapter 4

They crash with Yuu and Grim in Ramshackle while waiting for term time to start

Yuu lets them have free reign of the place and just asks that the group don’t go into their and Grim’s room when the Prefect isn’t home

Pinocchio: Why not?

Ylfa: Is it because you have loads of dead bodies hidden in there, rotting away?

Yuu: What-No! Why would you even—?! Why would anyone have a room full of dead bodies in their house?!

Pib: Sounds like something someone trying to hide their room of dead bodies would say

Yuu: I’M NOT?!?

Crowley returns and decides that everyone of school age (Rosamund, Gerard, Pib and Pinocchio because he rolled a 19 on deception) should be enrolled and sorted posthaste!

Pib gets enrolled as a whole ass student because he has boots on, to Grim’s outrage

Nude animals are rude animals, Grim

Upon discovering NRC is an all-boys school, for Rosamund they must come up with a cunning and daring disguise!…By drawing on a fake mustache.

Everyone except Ace is fooled by “Robert”.

Ace: Are all of you BLIND?! This one is CLEARLY a girl!!

Trey: I’m so sorry Robert, we normally don’t let him interact with strangers.

“Robert”: Oh it’s fine

Gerard gets sorted into Pomefiore

Vil is horrified

Epel is v defensive of his new senpai! It’s not his fault he’s a merman who’s allergic to the human transformation potion!

Gerard, the quasi-frog: I’m a human but ok

Gets stalked by Rook for his “physiologie exceptionnel~~!”

Pray for Gerard

Pinocchio gets sorted into Scarabia

Immediately begins conning Kalim for all he’s worth. He’s the Prince of Shoeburg motherfucker, throw him a party.

Gets into a screaming match with Jamil over somehow providing whiskey and bubblegum to the entire dorm, stealing most of the Asim treasures from the vault, and teaching Kalim swears.

Pib’s magic is weird enough that the Mirror can’t place him initially (trickster spirit, baeby)

Then he sees Riddle yelling at a student for not wearing pink while taking care of the flamingoes.

Pib: Target acquired

Wreaks absolute havoc in Heartslabyul. Something happens every Unbirthday Party

Riddle’s blood pressure is through the roof while he learns the moral “relax and don’t take urself so seriously”. Trey and Cater are also on the verge of dual heart attacks

Pib keeps telling Deuce he’s his best friend. Deuce believes him

Also sneaks back to Ramshackle to wind Grim up

Grim begins trying to collect butter knives so he can challenge Pib’s daggers

Yuu puts an immediate stop to this

Rosamund gets sorted into Diasomnia

Quickly forms a bond with Silver, her fellow narcoleptic

Initially wary of the other three, until she realizes Malleus is just lonely and Sebek is just loud.

Gets more wary of Lilia when she mentions Reverie and he recognizes and remembers it

Lilia: Ah, a wonderful kingdom in its prime! Shame what it’s ill manners wrought

Rosamund, pulling out her bow: w h a t

Can’t wear the spindle on Diasomnia’s uniforms because it keeps pricking her and putting her to sleep

Timothy Goose thinks he’s escaped from the madness by virtue of being too cool (old) for school and getting employed as a part time librarian

Gets kidnapped adopted by Floyd Leech

Surprise! Tim’s a cool gay uncle to the fish mafia now!

Tim: How is this my life

Azul, on his 5th morning coffee: You learn to stop fighting after a while

Floyd is indignant to learn his new uncle supports Jade’s planetariums and mushrooms

Too late to return Mother Timothy Goose to the store, he’s bonded with you now

He’s already begun making embroidered sweaters

Azul’s just glad he’s occupying the twins and not getting in the way of business

Idia and Ortho are watching all this madness on the school’s cameras

They’re glad there are only six of these weirdos and none of them have seen fit to mess with Ignihyde

Someone behind them sneezes

They turn around

Muffet is standing in a corner, looking absolutely terrified.

#twisted wonderland #twst #neverafter #dimension 20 #crossover #this is going to make no sense to most people in either fandom #and be absolutely hysterical for a select few #sleeping-donkey

[kirakiwiwrites]

I Want Candy Kurt/Blaine and The New Directions

This is a drabble (how short does it have to be to be a Drabble? Asking for a friend) using all the words for the 2022 Klainetober challenge! (Side note: got confused, thought we were supposed to use all the words. Oops. Oh well.) This one was fun, inspired by the words and a little incident I experienced in real life ;) enjoy the silliness! No explicit sexual content, but some explicit language (Santana and Puck have filthy mouths) Also posted to our account (Kirakiwi) on A03 and FF.net. Much love - A and K

-3800 words in this… one shot? I dunno.

The car door slammed loudly, too loud and it caused Kurt to wince. He ducked a branch of the tree they had parked under hoping it would hide Blaine’s car from view. They stepped out into the moonlight. The chilly air blew some leaves past them as they clicked on their flashlights. Blaine joined his boyfriend and linked arms, head burrowing further into his old Dalton scarf he still wore occasionally. (When Kurt didn’t steal it, of course.) 

“This isn’t a good idea,” Kurt hissed as they picked their way over the pavement. 

Blaine bumped his hip with Kurt’s and flashed him a bright grin in the dark. “It’s fine! The salon has been empty for months.” His smile dimmed a little, but he recovered quickly. His happy-go-lucky attitude usually did since he was like a human golden retriever.

“It might belong to your family, but it’s still trespassing!” He looked around like he was expecting something to jump out and get him. 

It was Halloween night and it happened to fall on a Saturday this year, so the two had decided to watch scary movies all day and snack on candy. Now that the moon was high in the sky, Kurt was regretting every film they watched. He burrowed deeper into Blaine’s side as they went to the back door of the salon and Blaine unlocked it. He had given Rachel the other key that he had snuck from his father’s office where he kept them in his desk drawer until they could sell the place. 

The brunette diva had approached them at school a few weeks ago with Tina and Artie in tow and asked if they would be interested in a seance/magic ceremony. They had exchanged amused looks and asked her to repeat herself. Then Tina had jumped in and said they were handling everything, they just needed a place to hold it. Blaine had helpfully volunteered his late grandmother’s old hair salon that had been empty since her death. 

Dust lay thick on all the chairs and surfaces of the place causing Blaine to sneeze as they disturbed it. He glanced around fondly but sadly, memories of the place dancing in his eyes. Kurt leaned into him, aware how close he had been to the woman. Blaine kissed his cheek in return, having dated Kurt long enough to communicate without words. Something shuffled behind a broom closet door and the boys froze. They jumped when the door popped open and Brittany stumbled out, a mop clacking down loudly behind her on the tile. 

“Oh! Hey guys! Just had to use the bathroom really quick.” She smoothed some flyaway blonde hairs back into her ponytail.

Blaine frowned. “That’s not a bath—“

“Let’s just find the others,” Kurt interrupted. He knew from experience not to ask Brittany any question you weren’t prepared to hear a long and confusing story about. “Where’s Santana?”

She scrunched her nose in confusion. “I thought Santana was with you? She said she was.”

They shook their heads and she bit a fingernail. 

“Come on,” Kurt took her elbow and led her to the door. “Maybe she’s already with the others.”

They descended the stairs into the basement, Kurt squawking in dismay as he felt a cob web stick to his hair. It was completely dark and creepy and gross. Kurt swore he saw a mouse scurry across his path as they went down the narrow corridor and ended up in what used to the the store room. There was still an old barber chair in the corner along with some boxes and a dented fan. Several more flashlights illuminated the faces of the other New Directions as they idled around the room. 

Finn had been helping Rachel all day so he had just ridden with her. He was sitting on the shredded upholstery of the old chair and munching a bag of chips while talking to a unamused looking Puck. Mike was helping Tina spread out some sort of shimmery fabric in the middle of the floor that Rachel immediately set more candles around. There were candles everywhere, warming the chilly room. Sounds of disgust came from Mercedes who was wiping her hands on her pants as she complained about all the insects and the grime. Artie was wheeling around the room and Kurt overheard him tell Sam he was hoping one of the girls would get scared and cuddle with him. Sam just nodded, peering around the room like he was trying to see through the shadows. Quinn stood next to Mercedes, watching Rachel order everyone to the center of the room with barely disguised annoyance.

“Places everyone!” Rachel called as she clapped her hands. She took a seat on the edge of the fabric and placed a large black candle in front of her. She motioned they should follow her example and they did, some more hesitantly than others. 

Quinn huffed as she kneeled next to Artie. The boy looked thrilled at this development. “I just want everyone to know that this is technically against my religion, but in the interest of being open minded, I'm participating.” 

Rachel smiled mildly at her as she folded her hands into her lap. “Thank you, Quinn. Glad to have you here. Now, before we begin—“

“Hey, can we use this for our ritual?” Brittany asked as she held up something furry. It was a poisoned mouse, long dead and stiff that dangled pitifully from where she pinched its tail in between two fingers. “I found it in that bathroom upstairs.”

“Ewwww!” Rachel screamed along with pretty much everyone else. 

“Drop it!” Mercedes ordered and she did, tossing it away with a shrug. 

“Sorry.

Rachel rolled her shoulders. “Anyway, as I was saying. I would like for everyone to—“

“Wait!” Brittany interrupted again. 

Rachel sucked air in through her gritted teeth. “What is it now?”

“I swear, if you have any more dead rats I’m done,” Kurt warned. 

Brittany shook her head. “No, Santana isn’t here! We can’t start without her!”

“Well, where is she?” Mike asked. 

“She was supposed to come with Kurt and Blaine, but she’s not with them.”

Blaine and Kurt shared confused frowns. 

“We haven’t heard from her at all today,” Blaine said while Kurt nodded in agreement. 

Brittany chewed a fingernail again. “She’s missing!”

“If she wanted to come, she should have been on time,” Rachel said dismissively. “I sent the invitations out a week ago which she used to spit her gum into.” 

Brittany frowned down at her lap as Kurt patted her shoulder.

“Anyone else have something to say?” Rachel glared around the room. “Now, first I think we should thank Blaine for allowing us this space to have our ceremony.” 

Everyone clapped and Blaine held up a hand. “No problem.”

“Let’s begin,” Rachel intoned dramatically. 

Kurt tried not to roll his eyes. When he had asked her why she was doing this, she had told him she was practicing just in case she got a role playing a witch or a teenager at a sleepover in a horror movie. She was trying very hard though and she had done a lot of research, so he did have to give her that.

“Do you all have your photographs?” Rachel asked as she pulled a lighter out of her bag. 

Everyone retrieved their photos and set them in front of their laps, all of deceased family members they wished to contact. Kurt set the picture of his uncle down, the bald man smiling back up at him. He had considered his own mother, of course, but it felt wrong. Plus, she probably would just end up telling him not to contact the dead or something. So he went with his uncle who he suspected was closeted. He had always been kind to him and Kurt wanted to ask him if he was gay. 

Kurt noticed Blaine lay his photograph down lovingly, and swallowing hard at the face of his grandmother smiling up at him. It was the very same one who owned this shop. Kurt remembered the woman with fondness. She loved Blaine and all of her grandchildren deeply. She was always nice to him as well, giving him a little candy anytime he came to visit her with Blaine. She did that with all her grandchildren and it warmed her heart that she treated him the same. He squeezed Blaine’s hand, catching his eyes in the dark and returning the smile Blaine sent his way. 

Rachel cleared her throat to get all the group’s attention before lifting the lighter in the air slowly. “I will now light the candle!” She announced as if they couldn’t see the freaking lighter in her hand. Deliberately and slowly, Rachel lowered the lighter, flicking it on at the wick. She held the tiny flame to it… and nothing happened. 

She tried again… 

And again…

“Why won’t this work?” She grumbled as she shook the lighter and then tried again. 

“This is a bad omen,” Tina said gravely from beside the struggling girl. 

Sam fidgeted. “What? Why? Why won’t it light? That’s a bad omen? What does that mean? What Tina?”

Mercedes laid a calming hand on Sam’s shoulder and he put his head between his knees and started taking deep breaths. 

Tina tucked her dark hair behind her ear. “Well, the legend says that if the candle doesn’t light, the spirits do not wish to be contacted. We might have to wait for another night.”

All grew silent at this, the paranoia working them into unease. Everyone, that is, besides Rachel who was desperately trying to light the candle. 

“That’s nonsense, Tina. Come on you stupid thing!”

Finn scooted closer. “Want some help?”

“No! I can light a stupid candle!”

Kurt felt someone brushing against him and turned to see his boyfriend staring at him in an obvious attempt not to laugh. Kurt sucked in his lips so he didn’t laugh, but that made Blaine snort a little which caused some of the others to look at him. He coughed to cover it up and Kurt thought he looked adorable so he leaned in for a kiss. 

With a triumphant crow, Rachel finally got the candle lit and immediately lowered her voice to the theatrical register she had been using earlier. 

“Everyone, extinguish your flashlights. The spirits don’t like them. Good, now make sure you have joined hands with the people on either side of you.”

The candlelight casted a dull, creepy glow on them all, its cold flame not affording much light to the room. Kurt was wondering where Rachel got the lumpy thing when they all heard it. 

From the dark hallway, a scratching… 

“Maybe it’s a mouse?” Artie guessed hopefully. 

Then growling… 

“Not a mouse,” Mike squeaked. 

No one moved as two glowing eyes appeared in the dark, the growling becoming snarls. In the dim candlelight, a wolf’s head appeared, hovering in midair. It gazed at them all with teeth bared before snapping its jaws at them. 

At that point, everyone began to scream in terror, Puck and Sam jumping into Artie’s lap as he tried to wheel away. Rachel tried to climb up Finn as he scrambled away towards the wall. Tina and Mike clung to each other while Kurt and Blaine did the same. Quinn and Mercedes hid behind the old forgotten chair, both nearly in tears. 

“Who disturbs my rest?” The wolf asked in a deep and gravelly voice. “Who will ease the hunger in my belly?” It turned violently towards Sam, Puck, and Artie who screamed. “You?” Then it twisted to the couples huddled on the other side of the room. “Or you?”

Brittany stood from the circle, the only person not to move, and skipped towards the floating head. The others yelled for her to come back, but she ignored them.

“I will!” She raised her arm to the wolf who opened it’s jaws wide to bite her. 

“You are…” the beast growled. “The biggest bunch of pussies I’ve ever seen,” Santana’s voice finished as she pulled off the mask attached to a long black cloak that obscured the rest of her body. She kissed Brittany hard and then cackled until tears ran down her cheeks. “I wish you could have seen your faces! Oh wait, you can since Britt got it on video.” She kissed her girlfriend again, softer this time. “What a little actress you are. Thanks for keeping my secret, baby.” 

Brittany bowed as everyone began to come back to the circle, fuming at being had. Artie shoved Puck and Sam off his lap. Pretty much everyone else was annoyed except Mercedes who was laughing, her general response to be terrified as Kurt had discovered visiting a haunted house with her. “Oh my god, you got me good!” Still giggling, she got back into place by Kurt who was scowling at Santana. He checked Blaine who looked a bit embarrassed, but otherwise fine. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Santana?” Rachel snapped as she righted a few candles that had been knocked over. 

Santana had stretched on the floor and laid her head in Brittany’s lap, getting comfy. “I wanted to play a prank and you little ninnies didn’t disappoint.”

Rolling her eyes, Rachel corralled everyone back together. “Okay, now who would like to begin the ritual?”

Everyone agreed, feeling a little less scared now. 

Rachel turned to Tina. “Everyone join hands as Tina leads us in the sacred chant.”

The girl grinned widely before meeting every single person’s eyes on the circle. 

“Souls beloved and long buried, memory kept in the cage of our hearts. 

Speak to the ones you once carried, let us no longer be apart.”

 They all chanted the rhyme several times, some more enthusiastic than others. Rachel threw something into the candle that made it flare up. All of the teens yelped or screamed. 

Rachel glanced around at the irritated faces sheepishly. “It’s just salt. I was trying to make this cooler.”

“It would be so much cooler to be somewhere having a party. Not in a disgusting basement.” Santana snarked as she inspected her nails. She hadn’t chanted. 

“Well let’s see how brave you are when we do the ritual and we see a ghost,” Finn said smugly. “Where’s your picture?” 

Santana laughed. “I didn’t bring one because this is all bullshit.” 

They protested, but Tina calmed them. “Ignore her. Let’s just try. Who wants to go first?” 

“I will,” Blaine said nervously, picking up his picture. He blinked rapidly at the smiling face of his grandmother. The two of them had been close and she had only died that spring. 

Kurt saw the way Blaine was trying to hold back tears and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Sweetie, you don’t have to. Someone else can go.”

“No,” he sniffed. “I want to.” He held out the photograph to Rachel and she took in with great ceremony. She laid it next to the candle, then nodded to Tina. Mike smiled at his girlfriend proudly as she led them all in the chant once again. 

Kurt held onto Blaine’s hand as they chanted, both of them squeezing their eyes tightly in concentration. 

Then… 

Nothing happened. 

Santana laughed loudly as they all looked around. “Told you it was all bullshit.”

“Hush, Santana.” Tina glared at her.  

“Yeah, it’s probably your fault,” Rachel said, crossing her arms. “You’re the unbeliever.”

“I don’t believe in this either,” Puck chimed in. “I’m a Jew so I don’t think I’m supposed to be doing this anyway.”

“Oh my god, stop making being a Jew your entire personality,” Mercedes said to him. “It’s getting annoying.”

“I don’t believe in this stuff either,” Quinn said, primly smoothing down her skirt and toying with the little golden cross at her throat. “But I was still chanting. I thought you just had to say the words, not believe them.”

“Did anyone actually mean the words?” Finn asked exasperation as he saw his girlfriend about to lose it.  

“I did!” Brittany said with her hand raised. 

“Me too,” Artie chimed in. 

“And me,” Mike said solemnly. 

“I didn’t,” Sam confessed. He licked his generous lips and rubbed a hand on his forearm. “I didn’t want to see a scary ghost. I watched The Sixth Sense and didn’t sleep for like three weeks. I’m sorry Blaine.” 

Blaine just looked at the photograph on the floor sadly and smiled at his friend. Kurt rubbed his back. “It’s okay. I didn’t actually think it would work. I just hoped…” he trailed off before sniffing the air. He frowned. 

“What?” Kurt asked.

“Obsession,” Blaine mumbled. 

“Pardon?” Kurt asked. 

Blaine turned to the others with wide eyes. “The perfume my grandmother wore! It was called Obsession! I would know it anywhere!”

“Okay, the hobbit has lost his damn min—“ Santana stopped as they all started to smell the scent Blaine was talking about. 

They all glanced around nervously, looking for the source of the smell. 

“Blaine…” A faint female voice whispered. 

“Gran— Grandmother?” Blaine whimpered.

“Santana, if you are screwing with us again, knock it off.” Kurt shot the Cheerio a dirty look. 

“Yeah, that’s not cool at all,” Sam chimed in, still looking around everywhere. 

Except Santana had gone pale, not really something she could fake and her head jerked back and forth as she shook it. “It’s not me. I swear!”

“Is anyone else doing that?” Rachel asked, a little harried. “Seriously, knock it off.”

“Blaine…” came the voice again, but louder.

The former Warbler turned to the others, his face going a little pale too. “It’s— it’s her! I’d know her voice anywhere!”

“Oh my god, oh my god! We did it!” Tina started saying, a little panicked, but overall excited.

Sam gnawed on his lip until it was bleeding, backing away until he tripped over the old fan. “Nope. No, absolutely not!”

A wind started then, swirling around them. 

“Fuck this!” Puck jumped up and ran for the entrance, only for a box to fly in his way. “We’re trapped!”

Everyone panicked then, running and screaming as they tried to escape the basement. They scurried around each other, tripping over candles. Lights flickered on in a dull florescent glow, lighting up all of their dirty, terrified faces. A woman stood in the doorway by the light switch, hands on her hips. 

“It’s the ghost!” Finn shrieked as he pointed at the figure. 

The figure stepped into the light and they all stilled. 

“Mom?” Blaine asked from the corner where he was huddled with Kurt. 

Pam Anderson eyed her son and then the others sternly, her mouth a thin line. “What in the world do you all think you’re doing down here? I thought someone was being murdered! I saw Blaine’s car and came looking for him.”

“We… we were trying to summon a ghost! Blaine’s grandmother!” Rachel volunteered before the others shushed her. 

The sternness faded into something softer as she looked back to her son. “Is this true?”

Blaine hung his head, nodding in shame. “It is. I just miss her.” 

Pam crossed the room and hugged Blaine, Kurt stepping back respectfully. “I know you miss her, but you don’t need to be down here. You could have gotten hurt.” She looked at the others. “Any of you.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“But, but, she did come back!” Sam’s eyes were wild. “We smelled the perfume! I didn’t imagine that!”

“And the wind!” Puck insisted. 

“And the voice!” Tina said. 

They all nodded vigorously. 

Mrs. Anderson pointed at a fan Sam must have accidentally turned on when he tripped. “Is that the wind?”

They all traded looks. 

“And I was calling for Blaine upstairs,” she continued. 

They all shuffled their feet. 

“But the perfume!” Artie said. 

Blaine turned his big eyes to his mother. “She wore Obsession! You know the… same… stuff you do…” He grinned at his friends. “Oops. Sorry, guys.

“Further embarrassed.” Sam threw his hands up.

“Okay, why don’t you put out these candles before the salon burns down and let’s get everyone home.” 

They all worked together, calm and chuckling at their own foolishness as they cleaned up the mess. Now that the lights were on, they could tell it was just an ordinary basement. It was a bit musty and dirty, but not scary. 

Mercedes wrinkled her nose at the floor. “I can’t believe we were all sitting on that.”

“Yes, these jeans are new.” Kurt shot Rachel a glare who took extra time putting her candle away so she didn’t have to meet his eyes. 

Later, after waving goodbye to their friends, Kurt got into the passenger seat of Blaine’s car so his boyfriend could take him home. Blaine sighed as he got in, staring unseeingly out the windshield. 

“That was silly of me, wasn’t it? I just got so excited for a minute, hoping to talk to her again.” He turned to Kurt, his eyes a little shiny. “Sorry you got all dirty and scared.”

Kurt cupped his boyfriend’s cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips. “It’s not silly. You don’t know how many times I wished I could talk to my mom again. It’s hard when you’re close to someone.

Blaine nodded, leaning forward for another kiss from Kurt which he was readily given.

He sighed. “I guess I better get you home. Mom is probably waiting for me and I’m sure there will be a lecture.”

“I just hope she doesn’t call all of our parents,” Kurt muttered. He went to buckle his seat belt and felt something crinkle in his pocket. Curiously, Kurt fished the lump out and gaped at what was in his hand. “Blaine?”

His boyfriend turned to him and raised an eyebrow at the little candy in Kurt’s palm, wrapped in green foil. “What? Did you find that in here? It’s probably old.”

Kurt shook his head. “It was in my pocket.”

Blaine gave him that sweet smile of his when he didn’t understand, but he was trying to be nice. “Okay. Well, enjoy—“

“No, Blaine!” Kurt held the candy out to him, allowing Blaine to inspect it further. “This wasn’t in my pocket earlier!”

“Are you sure?” Blaine’s voice kicked up an octave in excitement. 

“Yeah, like I said, these jeans are brand new! I just bought them yesterday!”

They looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces. Maybe they had been visited after all…

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[forgotten-elves]

"Steps into the Supernatural"

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Enduring Roots: Orchard Gen: Part 5

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Founder: Francesca Phantom

Traits: Erratic, Horse Lover, Animal Affection, Incredibly Friendly Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

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Things have been looking up for the Phantom sisters. Valentina, still progressing in her career, has found another ambition to cultivate. She entered an endurance competition with Shadowmorse and placed second. That little taste of victory was enough to make her obsessed.

With their financial situation being suitably comfortable, Francesca expanded her room and decorated the additional space.

Francesca continued to indulge her interests in the supernatural by trying to actively communicate with ghosts. She just barely began working on the medium skill when other opportunities presented themselves.

Francesca was always, seemingly, open about her paranormal obsessions with her best friends. When they heard about her latest skill, Brittany, Stephon, and Gemma decided it was the right time to let her in on their secret. And so the spellcaster trio took their beloved friend to the Magic Realm.

Francesca was awed. They didn't have time to show her everything, but she did make her way to Caster's Alley. She was drawn to a particular item that she ended up purchasing.

All her friends were ecstatic to be able to finally share this place with her. In their minds, it's obvious she belongs here, and that sooner or later, she'll become a spellcaster herself.

Stephon was the only one to notice, towards the end of their outing, a melancholy change to her demeanor. The conversation that followed left him slightly confused.

"I rarely ever made friends as a child, and when I did, I could never hold onto them. I guess I was too strange, overwhelming, and too young to find kids my age who could connect with me. Maybe that's why they revealed themselves. Maybe they pitied me. Maybe I was just odd enough to understand their games."

"So, that's when you became obsessed with ghosts."

"No, I only tried befriending ghosts after they left, and I was alone again. I even tried contacting aliens when I was twelve. Ghosts are just so hard to get to know. Almost always grumpy. Moaning on and on about their lost lives. Can't see the positive side of anything."

Francesca still misses them. The company of ghosts just never compared to that of her first childhood friends. High school has brought a lot of new changes though, real human friends that like her for who she is, and the hidden world of spellcasters now open to her.

It's hard to know when to let go of the past, but she's not sure she even wants to. She couldn't help buying the Wand of the Sylvan Forest, an item she can't even use, because the energy flowing through it felt so familiar. Nostalgic.

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