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hxnmas · 2 years

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Brother Knows Best

Ran. H x f!reader

W/C: 2.4K

Tw: dubcon, brief mention of noncon, stepcest, possessive, manipulation, gaslighting, mention of murder, decryphilia, 3-4 years age gap but both are 18+ when anything sexual happened, Bonten!Ran

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for this thirst and I got carried away 💀

@jozhenji — Stepbrother!Ran who intimidates and threatens anyone who comes to take you out cuz he loves the adorably angry little pout you give him when yet another boy doesn’t make it past the first date after meeting your big brother 😌 he’d prefer if you were whining and screaming his name for a different reason, but he’ll take what he can get for now

Till this day— Ran wonders if you’re a blessing or a curse the moment he set his eyes on you, those soft features and fragile figure makes him want to protect you. Or so that’s what Ran has told himself, it’s just his brotherly instincts and he blames Rindou for it. Perhaps it is a blessing that neither of you look alike or share the same beauty, otherwise those boys might just find themselves in more trouble than they anticipated.

It wasn’t as if you were against the marriage, of course, you wanted your parent to find love again— to be happy. But you weren’t so sure anymore after hearing those who’d become a part of your family and specifically your brothers.

Everyone in school knew not to mess with the Hitani brothers, they’re ruthless, dangerous and stuck out like a sore thumb. You used to see them strolling up and down hallways, maybe bumped into them a few times but that was about it, the last thing you expected is to become something more than just acquaintances.

Ever since that day, it was a little hard to avoid those whispers and stares when your name suddenly changed to ‘Hitani’. The awkwardness was still there even after a couple of months was there but Ran made sure to at least make you feel comfortable enough to approach them knowing Rindou isn’t always the easiest to get along with, through some bribing with food, quality time and protective brotherly instincts— the three of you became closer only for people to pull away, especially those who are interested in your or your guy friends.

By now, you’re used to it.

“Awe c’mon, Ran! I’m in my 20s! ‘m not a child anymore, you can’t keep doing this!”

“What do you mean? Can’t I worry over my baby sister anymore?” You’d do anything to wipe that not so harmless smile off his face if it didn’t make you feel a certain way as he towers over your still fragile figure like always, tugging those loose strands of stray hair behind your ear with a chuckle. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, you’re even worse than Rin!” Ouch, now that hurts.

It’s no coincidence that he’s here in the same restaurant, around the same time as when you’re supposed to be meeting your new date. “I’m just trying to pro—“

“Protect me, I know but I swear— he’s a good one, this time for sure. So just leave… please? I’ll text you later when we’re done and you or Rin can come to pick me up or something…”

Ran couldn’t help but let out a dramatic sigh as he slowly pull away, god knows how many times he had heard that same sentence leaving your lips only for those boys to turn out worse than expected. He has a good eye for people considering the nature of his work which is no secret at this point, all the fighting from high school led to something bigger and more dangerous. But seeing the way your little black dress hugs all of those familiar curves and dips or how beautiful you look all dolled up for another man makes his blood boil strangely enough.

“Prin—“

“Yes! I know I know! I remember but… but he’s nothing like him…”

It was foolish for Ran or anyone for that matter to assume you’ve simply forgotten what happened between you and that boy, a fellow member of the gang your brothers were once a part of. How he had stolen your innocence in resulting one of Ran’s many attempted murderers. If it wasn’t for your teary face and trembling hand that held onto his sleeve at the time, perhaps Ran would’ve slit his throat right there and then but instead — he lived to see another day.

“Oh— I’m so sorry for being late… I uh can we help you?” As if there isn’t anything better timing than this, for your date to arrive before Ran could bring up that same conversation of the past again. There are reasons why you’ve been trying to keep your new lover boy’s identity tugged away and hidden but nothing goes unnoticed in the Hitani household, especially not under their noses. The chuckle that left Ran’s lips is one of those many reasons why the way he gracefully turns to greet that poor clueless man with the grim reaper’s smile. “Ah… not at all, just decided to keep a seemingly lonely lady company until her date arrives. That’s all.” Ran muse as he sees the way your date’s features quickly twists into confusion and jealousy, staring at the way his hand is placed atop of your shoulder in this possessive way. Earning a nudge to the side from you as Ran pretends to be hurt with a playful laugh. “Ignore him, he’s just about to leave and he likes to give people a hard time. It’s his thing.” Even if you say so, the nervous chuckle from your date says otherwise, eyes darting between you and the tall well-dressed intimidating man next to you as he hesitantly takes his seat.

After all, it’s hard to ignore Ran’s strong presence even if you want to. Lurking over your shoulders whilst his eyes bores right into the poor man’s skull, for a moment you notice his grip tightening but only briefly.

“Oi, Ran. Stop being a womaniser, you coming or not?” A familiar voice call out just before your brother was about to speak, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen your brothers’ colleagues and old friends despite their best effort in keeping you out of it ever since high school but still, seeing people like Koko or Mikey out and about as though they haven’t most likely just broken a law or two feels alienated. “Comin’, just giving my little sister some pocket money.” The burgundy haired man teases, giving your exposed shoulder a squeeze and a playful wink as he leans down to whisper something after a cold glance towards the stranger before straightening himself again. “Anyway, don’t be late. I’ll get Rin to pick you up.”

Those words might have sounded ordinary to any other but you’ve learnt to read between lines better now than before, “Oh and uhhh what was your name again? Doesn’t matter, it was nice to see you.” Ran couldn’t help but grin after bidding goodbye, heels turning and headed towards where Koko and the others waited with smiles or grins plastered over their lips. Knowing it wouldn’t be long until your new date would be out of the picture again, knowing Ran and Rin it wouldn’t take them longer than three days to have him removed from your life as if he never existed in the first place.

Ran would never scoop through your phone when you were in the shower after a long day or purposefully made a plan at the same time and place with Bonten where you’re supposed to be meeting your date. He warned you, dropped hints even. Much like how this whole forbidden relationship started between the two of you, it started with sweet poison like whispers, delicate touches, butterfly kisses to getting bent over when Rindou wasn’t around in celebration of your brothers moving into their apartment. But then again, most of the time you were too fucked out to remember anything Ran said during those nights. “Is that… your brother?” Before your mind could wander any further, his unfamiliar voice was enough to snap you back into reality.

Shifting slightly in your seat as you nod, “Y-Yea is my brother… sorry about that he’s just a little protective.”

Let’s just say the date didn’t last as long nor as well as you hoped for, let alone getting to the deserts and learning about each other’s favourite animal. Just as Ran disappeared somewhere on the upper level of the restaurant with Mikey and the others, it didn’t take long before Rindou began to spam your phone with messages and missed calls. Saying he’s already here in the parking lot to pick you up and how he has other important business to deal with after dropping you off or how he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Ran’s call.

‘So can you hurry the fuck up ♥︎’

And of course, what Rindou immediately did when he spotted you storming your way angrily towards him in those heels is to look at your date up to and down with a hand shoved into his pocket whilst a cigarette sits between the other when he escorted you to your ride, “Oh?… so Ran was right.” He spoke matter of factly, not once did his brown eyes leave your new boy toy. Only making him even more uncomfortable than before whilst your date nods with that same nervous smile as before. “I don’t want to hear it, you knew he would come didn’t you?” It doesn’t take a genius to notice the difference in your presence, brows pulling together as you frown and shifts your weight onto the opposite side.

Despite all the mean and terrible things Rindou says, he cares about you… more or less. “Maybe.” There was a brief pause,” We're just looking out for you and doing our job as your brothers, are we not?” He added in an indifferent tone, stomping out the lit cigarette with a shrug before ushering you towards the expensive sports car. One that your date could never get, Rindou made sure of it. “C’mon let’s go, I have places to be.” At least Rindou is still a gentleman and went ahead to open the car door for you despite being that annoying brother with a foul mouth who bullies you, leaving the ever confused young man as he stepped aside whilst you ducked under and climbed into that expensive-looking car without much of a goodbye nor did you spare him a look. “Don’t bully him too much, we ain’t in high school anymore.” You mumble as Rindou slips into the driver seat next to you, gaze settling on anywhere but your date with regret and sympathy. “You know how it is, no promises.”

It’s for the best if you disappear just as quickly as you appeared into his life.

When Ran mentioned earlier about ‘not to be late’, he meant not to come back any later than he does and let’s have a chat. There were no doubts in your mind that you’d be early this time, knowing he was still at the restaurant with his friends. Maybe this would give you some time to prepare or so you thought, “Welcome back, did you have a good time?” You should’ve known better than to only see the surface of things, being greeted by no one other than Ran himself as you stood frozen in front of him after trying to close the door as quietly as you could — they taught you better than this.

Ran has taken the rear exit just before you left with Rindou and drove home to take his sweet time in undoing those top buttons as well as loosening the tie decorated around his neck. ”N-Not really…” You murmured weakly, feeling even smaller than usual as Ran forces you sandwiched between him and the closed-door itself. Head crank back to meet his puzzling and unreadable eyes, “And why is that?” Ran coos ever so softly, maybe a little too soft as it sends chills down your spine. He seems too calm for what happened, twirling those same few strands of hair between his fingers as he waits for your answer patiently. Ran knew it better than anyone, even yourself as to why you’re upset and angry with him or why you’re clenching your fists as you stare up at him with those round teary eyes. “C’mon, use your words princess or do I have to fuck it out of you?” It would be a lie if you say seeing the way Ran is right at this moment doesn’t turn you on, thighs rubbing and clenching together only for it to be forced open by his knee.

When it comes to promises, Ran never forgets nor does he break them on purpose. So after a while of silent treatment and mere hums or avoiding eye contact from you, he decides to take matters into his own hands. “W-Wait! Ran I-I’ll talk–!” In a blink of an eye, you’re already seated in his lap with your legs draping over his dark purple slacks and the pretty black dress nestles above your hip. It didn’t take long before Ran's slender fingers found their way under that flimsy fabric he brought you and slid right into your dripping heat, teeth nibbling and sucking at your neck; enough to leave bruises as a soft mewl is caught at your throat. “I-It’s cause—!” You whimper a cry, eyes rolling back at this forbidden pleasure and earning a mere hum from Ran behind you as he bit down even harder at your skin, fingers reaching knuckles deep to tickle your cervix.

“You’re mean, Ran! You’re so mean! Y-You said you wouldn’t do anything!” You choke, biting back those sobs. It would be a lie if the older Haitani brother said he wasn’t taken aback by your soft cry, kissing away those stay tears as he pulls away with a small yet gentle sigh. “And I didn’t but you know I can’t help but get jealous when I see you’re all dolled up for another man beside me, it’s your fault too y’know.” The way Ran’s voice softens is almost addictive, whispering sweet poison into your ear and paralysing your limbs or ability to think. “You should take responsibility for what you’ve been doing to me, for making me jealous and dirtying my hands for you with those scumbags’ blood.” His words should scare you or at least enough to keep you away but it doesn’t, rather it makes your heartthrobs and pussy clenches harder. Butterflies grew but that’s what love feels like right?

“I’ll clean every part of you that he touched hm…until you’re all rid of him. I’ll get rid of him.”

Perhaps it was your fault for not heeding the warnings when it comes to the Haitani brothers, they are dangerous in more ways than one and Ran loves you in the sweetest way.

He always sees things better than you ever since the beginning when you first battered your flashes at him for a favour, Ran knows you’d always come crawling back to him no matter what when he first laid a finger on you like a spider setting its trap and that’s why he lets you have all the toys you desire until your boredom grew and out with the old.

“I want to hear you scream my name, princess. Let me hear it, is the least you could do for me.”

Thank you to those who beta read this for me! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

#tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #tw’dubcon #tw’manipulation #tw’possessive #tw’gaslighting #tw’stepcest #tw’decryphila #planeto🪐

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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I didn't know that you still wrote adsom.. if you're willing to take prompts - and it's totally okay if you aren't - I think I saw an old ask about Holland trying on kell's coat?

Hey, Anon! Sorry, I went to sleep last night just as this ask came in, I think. I took some time to think it over today and here, I have a little something for you. I hope you see it! Sorry again about missing it when it came in.

Holland Vosijk was not a man driven by flights of fancy. He had been, just a little, before Talya and the violent loss of his vision of a world he could simply live in. Now, though, everything but unwilling, unwanted survival had been burned away.

He would have called himself forged by fire, but most things forged become stronger afterward, and Holland rarely felt that way.

He was not a man of whims - he was instead the hand and arm that acted out the whims of his monarchs, his masters, that obeyed the pulse of the curse carved into his chest.

So when he stepped into the inn and finds a very recognizable coat draped over a chair, the urge to pick it up surprised him.

He wasn't aware he could still have sudden thoughts like that.

The coat's owner was up at the bar itself, seemingly three ales deep and working on the fourth, his pretty brother at his side. Holland tried not to look at either of them, hoping he could go unnoticed.

If there was a bevy of whispers, well, perhaps the little princes would assume they were about them, not him.

He stepped slowly up to the table the two must have been sitting at, littered with the empty finished ale cups, half-eaten meals, and the damned coat.

It looked normal enough - luxe soft wool heavily treated, impossibly expensive, in the deep saturated red that all these Arnesian people seemed to take as 'their' color. It was hideously unflattering to the prince, with his pale skin turned too reddened by it, his red hair made to look dull when Holland knew damn well Kell's hair was shining and coppery and gleamed like coins in the sun when Holland very much wasn't looking at him in the slightest-

Stop it.

He had come here to drink himself to senselessness in a world where his monarchs could not trace him, could not pay some citizen to speak of his whereabouts, could not torture some innocent youth who merely saw him pass on the street.

And yet...

He allowed his fingertips to run, just for a moment, along the line of the chair's back through the coat. He felt over a hint of golden thread sewn in along the lapel. Red and gold, pointless sickening luxury in a world grown fat on the magic it stole from a dying one.

In a sudden fit of violence, he jerked the jacket off the chair into his hands. The chair, knocked off-balance, toppled backwards onto the floor with a loud CRACK.

The inn went briefly quiet, and Holland felt two dozen pairs of Arnesian eyes quite suddenly land entirely and only on him.

Including those of the princes.

"Holland?" It was Rhy who spoke first, and drunk or not, the Arnesian prince slipped into an immediate smiling brilliance. Difficult to resist.

Holland, though, had an inborn defense against idiot princes. He, after all, spent his days and nights tortured by an idiot king.

"Have you come by to grace us with your company?" Rhy smiled, tilting his head. His amber-yellow eyes sparkled with the drink coursing through his veins.

If Astrid drank his blood, Holland thought idly, she might get drunk on it.

"No," he said, shortly, and turned, walking outside as quickly as he could, before the faintest blush in his cheeks might become visible, before they could read embarrassment even in his faded skin, his washed-out color.

He made it out into the street before he realized he still had Kell Maresh's coat in his hand.

He couldn't very well go back in and give it back, now could he? Admitting to that embarrassment would be a crime far worse than simple theft.

Instead, he walked quickly, turning left into an alleyway just as he heard the door open behind him and Kell's voice ring out, "Hey! He's got my coat!" with a note of nervous trepidation that had Holland rolling his eyes.

Like Holland didn't already know Kell smuggled between worlds. He'd been tracking him at it for months. Years, even.

That nasty little habit would get the redheaded Arnesian prince in trouble one day.

He came to a stop in a spot of near-total darkness down by the docks, the gentle sound of the river lapping at the shore a soothing balm. The Isle glowed a brilliant red, the usual nighttime sky in London, stars only vaguely visible through its haze.

They had so much magic. How little of it they could have shared and saved Makt.

Holland very nearly threw the coat in the damn Isle to drown the way he sometimes wished he could drown the entire Arnesian royal family before... before that damn whim struck again.

He turned the coat inside out.

The red became white, a white that nearly blinded him, with black thread. He frowned.

"No," He said out loud in the Royal language of Arnes.

He turned the coat inside-out again.

This time it was a pale robins-egg blue, with embroidered birds along the lapel. He wrinkled his nose.

"Absolutely not."

He tried one more time.

The third time, indeed, was the charm - the coat this time was a deep black, so solid it seemed to soak up light entirely. The embroidered cuffs and lapel were white, a series of spirals that made him think of a time long, long ago, when the doors were open to all.

It reminded him of how they once dressed in a London now dead and gone, entirely overrun by magic it grew addicted to rather than tightly controlled.

He sighed and undid the silver clasp for his half-cloak, pulling it off and carefully laying it over a short wrought-iron stair railing for a building next to him. The silver winked slightly in the red light of the Isle.

He slipped his arm into one sleeve and then the other, fully expecting them to be far too long - Kell was tall and lanky, after all, while Holland was far more compactly built, and short like the rest of Makt after a life spent working and fighting for every bite of food left.

The coat fit perfectly, as if tailored only for him.

He looked down at himself, and then up, finding a windowpane where he could see his own reflection.

He looked... Arnesian, almost.

Not quite - his hair was too faded, the deep black of his childhood gone charcoal-gray with the way the world had of leeching magic and life out of everyone. His skin was too pale, his Antari eye stood out like it did everywhere else.

And yet...

"Not bad," Kell Maresh said, and Holland's heart skipped a beat in surprise. It took all his willpower not to visibly flinch.

He instead turned smoothly, slowly, as if he had known the redhead was there all along. "I am glad you think so," He said in a dry voice devoid of sincerity. "It is unkind to follow a man at night, lile prins."

"Well, you ran off before I could talk to you," Kell pointed out, walking towards him. There was a high red spot in each cheek and a gleam to his blue eye that said he was still drunk.

"You could have as many coats as you wished, what is a few gold coins to a prince to replace it?"

"True. But that is my coat. It cannot be replaced."

"It could be my coat, if I wished it to be."

"It's not, though. Plus..." Kell's expression went into a kind of teasing look that made Holland uncomfortable and also oddly... interested in if this was what it looked like to see the Maresh prince flirt. It was awkward. It was endearing. "It is also unkind to steal a drunk man's clothing."

Holland hummed. "I am not a man known for kindness," He said, sliding the coat back off and folding it over his arm.

When Kell came closer - and he smelled of the flowery odd sort of beer they made and drank here, damn near wine. "And yet I think you have kindness in you that you will never express."

Holland stared at him, shocked. Kell Maresh often seemed to have little more sense than the gods gave a goat, and yet...

Perhaps the beer had loosened some kind of wisdom in him. There were stranger, less believable things in the worlds.

He held his hand out for the coat, and Holland, still too surprised to really think, simply handed it back. "Thank you," Kell said. He flipped the coat inside-out twice, until it was back to the color and style he liked, and slipped it on. "Why did you take it?"

"I don't know." It was, for once, a truly honest answer.

Kell considered, and then nodded, slowly. "I'll see you around," He said, stood there awkwardly waiting for Holland to reciprocate the farewell and receiving only silence in return, and then he turned and walked away, back towards the inn and his brother.

Holland watched him go, not quite sure what held him to the spot, but he found himself unwilling to move until the last sight of the other Antari's red hair shimmering with the light of the Isle was gone.

Holland inhaled, and the air smelled of roses, with a kind of steel underneath.

"For some reason," he murmured, "I genuinely don't want them to make me kill you."

Perhaps he could find some other way.

#adsom #adsom fanfiction #adsom fanfic #a darker shade of magic #kell maresh #holland vosijk #agos #acol #ve schwab #some light hinted at kelland here but mostly canon compliant #reluctantly so

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.9

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+, MANGA SPOILERS

Ep. Warnings: angst, cursing, minor injuries and blood, smut

Summary: It’s time for the journey back. The tension between Bakugou and Y/N is incredibly thick and while they want to speak to each other, they can’t find it in themselves to do so. The drama in between the two is ruining their chemistry and is faltering their abilities to work together and make it out of the woods alive.

A/N: weird place to put a smut in to but hey, we’re all a bunch of weirdos here ;) also it’s kinda short, Sorry! >w<

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Bakugou was the first to wake up. He had risen from the pile of leaves still in his now dirty hero costume. His mask, that sat above his head, pushed his bangs back and exposed his puffy eyes and face. His throat was dry due to his previous sobbing and he sighed as he placed his head in his hands .

A soft breathing next to him caught his attention. You caught his attention. He watched as your chest slowly rose and fell due to your deep breaths and slumber. He took notice of your eyes that were also puffy and saw tear streaks that had dried. His lip quivered at the sight of you and on instinct, his hand went in to caress your cheek. After a moment, he remembered that it wasn’t his place to do so anymore and retracted his hand. Suddenly, the memory of your words rang through his head.

“There is no more ‘us’ anymore, Bakugou.”

It stung and he had to hold his breath for a second to fight his sobs that prayed to break through. New tears pricked at his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He shouldn’t feel this way. You were a liar. A traitor. You played him for a fool and broke his heart. He gave you his all and allowed you to hold his entire being in the palm of your hand and you completely crushed him. So why does he still love you so damn much?

He hated you. He wanted to hate you so bad. Wanted to completely forget about your existence and pretend you never mattered to him.....but he couldn’t. Not when he put his all in you. Not after you became his first time, kiss, and love. But for the sake of him and the heroes, he had to try and harden his heart from you. It was the right thing to do....right?

He let go of his breath as he turned to shake you to wake you up. “Prin- Y/N. *sigh* Y/N. Wake up.”

You began to mumble and turn in your sleep as your eyes slowly opened up to the sight of a slightly disheveled Bakugou. “C’mon Y/N, we have to go. We gotta find our way back.”

You released the adorable yawn that Bakugou always loved and sat up as you became aware of your surroundings once more. You looked towards Bakugou remembering last night and saw how he just sat up and stared ahead. “I’m surprised you didn’t just leave me behind.”

“.....Yeah well...as much as I hate your dumbass now...I still love you,” he stood and walked towards the exit, “Trust me, if I could leave you behind, I would’ve. But I can’t bring myself to do it. So hurry up and let’s get back to UA.”

You nodded your head and used your water bending to put out the fire that remained lit the whole night. You followed Bakugou out of the cave and began your journey back to UA. What a journey this’ll be.

—

You both had been walking for an hour already and you haven’t really exchanged any words. You didn’t speak on the elephant in the room and just remained silent. It was a shame that Rumor was still with Aizawa. If he was here, you both could’ve easily gotten back. You had tried Rumor’s whistle numerous times but he never showed. I guess you were too far away for it work.

What you didn’t know was that back at UA, every time you blew the whistle, Rumor fought against restraints to go out and find you. All Might and Mr. Aizawa had heard of the attack and left Rumor to Midnight who kept him under strict hold. The poor changeling fought and fought and even tried to change into multiple creatures but nothing worked.

When The two pros arrived on the battle field, they took notice of the villains and All Might was quick to disperse of them. Aizawa tended to the students as he noticed that majority of his class was knocked out and a few were seriously injured and covered in blood. Once All Might forced Kurogiri’s hand to open a portal for the villain’s leave, he tended to the other class. The retired pro bowed his head to honor the bodies of the few students who had lost their lives, and took care of the situation. Help came and the students were in the infirmary while next door, Rumor still struggled.

It wasn’t until the changeling grew feral and changed into a dinosaur, breaking the chains and roof. He was quick to transform into his giant hawk form as he flew to the skies in search of you, hoping you would blow the whistle once more so he could locate you.

—

Bakugou had been looking forward the whole time. He walked ahead of you and never once looked back to take a glance at you. He knew if he did, he would break. He had to keep going. He also had to think ahead. What was he gonna do once he got back to UA? Expose you and tell everyone the truth? Get rid of you? Let you get away with everything?.......Forgive you and let everything go back to how it was before? He didn’t know.

Behind him, a timid version of you trailed along. You kept your head down as a shadow casted over your eyes to hide your sadness. You wanted to tell him more. You wanted to tell him you didn’t want it to be this way. That you still loved him. You didn’t want to be a villain. You wanted to tell him all the shit the league put you through and why you made certain decisions. And then it clicked. Why were you so stupid? Why were you gonna let this play out like some stupid chick flick? This was real life and you were gonna be straight with him. But that wouldn’t settle your nerves.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked to the blonde in front of you. “...Katsuki? Can we talk.”

Bakugou didn’t look back. He kept his sight infront of him as he kept walking. “Unless it’s about us finding our way out of here, then no. We shouldn’t.”

“..I still have so much more to tell you.” You softly said as you played with your hands in nervousness.

“And you couldn’t tell me this back in the cave last night?” He said as he swatted away at vines and branches.

“....there was too much tension and too much going on then.” You tried to explain.

“Oh like that tension still isn’t around. And as if there isn’t already enough going on.” He countered.

“Katsuki please!” You pleaded but he was quick to shut you down again.

“Enough Y/N! There’s too much shit happening for our relationship drama! If you could even call it that anymore! I don’t even know what we are anymore!” His voice grew shaky as he continued. “I know last night you said there was no ‘us’ anymore..but I can’t help but still feel something between us. I wanna talk, but I just can’t right now! I just want us to get back safely and still alive!”

Silence once again grew at his words and you shook a bit. You couldn’t let the conversation go this way. After some time, you gathered your courage to speak but as you took a step, you realized you were too close to a ledge and fell off of it.

“Katsuki!” You screamed as you fell and Bakugou was quick to turn around. He saw you fall off the cliff and ran to you to try and grab your wrist but was too slow and missed you.

“Y/N!” He screamed as he watched you fall. It was a long drop and Bakugou tried to give you an idea. “Use your fire to make yourself fly!”

“I can’t! The trees are too close, I’ll start a forest fire!” You tried to use your air bending to slow down the fall but to no avail. The wind pressure going against you was too strong. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to dive in to save you. He jumped off the cliff and used his quirk away from the trees to fall faster to reach you. Once he did, he grabbed a hold of your body and used his quick to blast himself to the trees. The branches you both hit slowed down the impact and you both finally landed with a thud to the ground. Bakugou layed atop of you as you both held heavy breaths, adrenaline still rushing through you both.

You both remained pressed against one another as you took deep breaths. His arms wrapped around you with a hand holding your head off the ground. His head was tucked into the crook of your neck as your arms stayed curled against your chest. A minute had passed and you both caught your breaths but made no moved to get out of the position you were both in. The warmth of each other was so familiar and comforting in a tough time like this and Bakugou couldn’t even see himself pulling away any time soon. You hesitated but eventually found it in you to wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closer. You allowed silent tears to fall as Bakugou stilled at your returning touch.

“....I love you Katsuki. I still have so much more to explain and tell. I need you to understand why I did what I did. I need you to listen. .....Please.”

Bakugou thought for a moment. His head remained in its place as he took in all of you. Your touch, you warmth, you scent. He finally pulled away but not before placing a soft kiss to your cheek as he pulled away and sat on the ground infront of you. You rose up from your position and sat up, mirroring him as you stared at him, waiting for further instruction.

“....Talk.”

You chewed your bottom lip in hesitation before speaking again.

“I told you I didn’t want to come to UA. I told you I only came to prove myself to the league. And that’s because....they..hurt me.” You finally admitted. Bakugou’s eyes went wide as he looked at you. He watched you raise your arm to show a few hidden scars they’ve left behind. He’s seen them before but you’ve always passed them off as battle wounds but now he was gonna get the true stories. You explained each scar and ended it with raising your shirt and showing him the huge scar that went from your waist to your belly button. You fixed your clothing before continuing.

“I became their personal punching bag. They took me for a joke but yet they always used me on important jobs. They never took me seriously and I thought that if I infiltrated UA and actually did something, I would prove myself to them. Show them that I was more than just a doll to play around with. I guess I did meet my goal...but it wasn’t worth everything I lost. I didn’t meant to hurt you Katsuki...or anybody. I was raised to hate heroes. I was raised to think that heroes were in the wrong. I know me telling you this probably doesn’t change anything but I just had to let you know the whole thing. I just had to be sure that you know that I still love you. So much. And that everything I felt for you was true.”

Silence returned once more as you both just looked towards the ground. Bakugou had listened to every word you said.

‘She didn’t mean any of it. She loves UA. She loves us. She loves me. And she regrets her wrongs. Her mindset was so...altered but she’s changed! We could still be.....together.’ He thought to himself. A smile began to grow on him but it fell once he realized something else.

He stood on his feet as he walked towards you. You looked up at him and saw how he extended his hand to you. You took it and yelped a little when he yanked you up to your feet. To your shock, he pulled you into his chest, wrapped an arm around your waist, and delivered a passionate kiss to your lips. It had you shocked at first but you quickly melted into the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in as his hold around your waist tightened and his free hand went to the back of your neck to press you into him. The kiss grew hungry as Bakugou nipped at your bottom lip and you gasped, allowing his tongue to taste you. You would say your tongues fought for dominance but you succumbed to his heat. He walked forward and pressed you up against a tree. Against the tree, his hands traveled around your body until they squeezed at your chest. You moaned into the kiss as his hands left to fall onto the curve of your ass. He separated from you for a second to speak.

“Jump.” Was all that he said before pressing his lips to yours once more. His tongue slid his way in as you jumped and he caught you, allowing his hands to palm at your bottom. Your hands tugged at his hair causing him to groan into your mouth as his other hand wrapped itself around your throat. He slightly squeezed at it, and the feeling had you grinding your center to his. You both moaned at the friction and Bakugou began to grind his hips up into you. Your tongues openly rolled onto each other as you shamelessly dry humped one another.

Bakugou placed you down on your feet and allowed his hands to slip into the pants of your hero costume. His hand went pass your underwear as a single digit swiped at your clit. You gasped as you spoke with hesitation.

“Katsuki..?” You said softly as Bakugou’s face was still close to your own. He pecked kisses all around your face as you said his name but he quickly replied.

“Let me...please,” you nodded in approval and Bakugou began to kiss at your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access as his finger still caressed your center. He used two pads to rub at your clit causing you to openly moan and grind your hips onto his hand. His other hand squeezed at your ass to hold you still as he entered those two fingers into you. He pumped his fingers into you as you moaned in pleasure.

“Y-yesss! Ahhh....” you cried out. Bakugou took it upon himself to add a third finger to completely stretch you and fastened his movements. He began curling his fingers, causing you to scream. “F-Fuck!”

You arched your back as Katsuki pressed his body into you. You began to feel a coil tighten in your stomach as your legs slightly shook. Bakugou could feel you tighten around his fingers and pullled out at the last second before you could cum.

“Katsu-“ Bakugou interrupted your whine with a kiss. He tongued you down as he dropped your hero pants and panties to the ground you were going to step out of them when Bakugou wrapped his arms under your legs and carried you above him. He placed your legs on his shoulders as you leaned against the tree. He licked his lips before using his tongue to lick a stripe at your glistening cunt. He growled at the sweet taste and couldn’t hold himself back as he viciously attacked your center. You moaned from atop of him as your hands found place in his blonde hair. You grabbed at his hair and pulled him in closer. He never faltered as his tongue expertly pleasured you. He sucked at your cunt as the wet sounds from it and the melodious moans you released forced his hard on to grow.

The tent in his pants became achingly painful as he grew desperate for release. Bakugou clenched his thighs in horny frustration as your own shook around his head.

“S-Suki!...M’ cumming!” You released the white honey all over Katsuki’s face as he continued to devour you. He swallowed every drop of you and used his hand to swipe at his face and swallow the rest. He kissed up your belly as he lowered you to the ground again. Once your feet hit the ground his lips met yours as he allowed you to taste yourself. Your eyes grew dazed but your hands were wide awake as they went to his pants. He never separated from your lips as he assisted you in removing his own bottoms. He member was released and you separated from Katsuki in time to watch how his length slapped against his torso. Your faces were still very close as you both looked down. Heavy and hot breaths leaving your mouths as a heat grew on both of your faces.

Bakugou began giving your face soft kisses all over as you grabbed his member in your own hands. Bakugou clearly jumped the slightest bit at your hand as it began to slowly pump his cock. He began thrusting his hips as he slightly moaned while continuing to pepper your face in kisses. He groaned when you squeezed at his shaft and he had to stop his mini pecks for a second.

“Please....” he quietly said, asking for permission. His kisses picked back up and when you nodded your head, Bakugou pressed you harder against the tree. He held one of your legs as his other hand guided his cock to your entrance. He glided it up and down your slit before slowly sinking in. The more he pressed in, the louder you both got until he completely bottomed out into you. At the feeling of being so full and deep you both released sobs of ecstasy. Both of your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you from your ass. He allowed you to adjust to his length and waited for the okay.

“Please Katsuki..please move,” you whined with a needy tone. Bakugou bit his lip and began thrusting into you at a pretty fast pace. You moaned at the way his cock glided along your walls and Bakugou mimicked the sounds you made. He gripped his hands into your ass, for sure leaving bruises.

“S-Shit baby...god, you’re so fucking tight..” he moaned into your neck. His heavy breaths grew against your neck as you scratched at his covered back.

“More..! Faster Suki!” You begged. Bakugou was happy to listen as he quickened his pace. The sound of skin slapping filled the forest and the sloppy sounds invaded your ears, causing you to clench around his shaft. Due to your tight hold, Bakugou groaned and couldn’t stop himself from going faster. He threw his head back as he moaned. He went harder, faster, and deeper as your cried out.

Bakugou looked to you and saw your fucked out face. The sight turned him on even more and he was quick to press his lips to yours. You were both moaning into the kiss as Bakugou never stopped his insatiable thrusts. Oxygen became necessary and so you both separated as Bakugou pressed his forehead to yours.

“I fucking love you..oh f-uck, understand p-princess?” His thrusts grew sloppy as a indication to show he was close to his end. “I’m not gonna s-stop loving you no matter what you f-fucking do.”

You nodded with tears in your eyes as Bakugou began to hit a sensitive spot. “R-right there Katsuki! Y-yes! Fuck me like that!”

Bakugou angled his thrusts into your sopping cunt and hit your special area. You began to moan uncontrollably as his dick was focused all on pleasing you.

Due to your head being fuzzied because of his thrusts, you didn’t even notice how his hand was active with his quirk. A heated spank reached your ass and you yelped at the sensation.

“This ass is mine,” spank, “this pussy is mine,” spank, “these lips,” spank, “those eyes,” spank, “this body,” spank, “all mine.” Spank. “You. Are. Mine.” He accentuated the last sentence with a sharp thrust to each word.

Soon enough, you felt the coil in your stomach return. Your pussy clenched around Bakugou as his thrust grew erratic.

“Fuck- you gonna cum Princess? Gonna cum for me?” You moaned a breathy, high pitched ‘yes,’ in return. His hand went right to your clit and ferociously rubbed at it. You screamed and threw your head. “Yeah..yeah just like that princess. Cum on this cock, show me who you belong to..”

At his words, you reached your climax. His hand continued to play with your center as you squirted all over his hero suit.

“Oh my god Katsuki! Fuckkk!” You cried out. Bakugou laughed at your release and the amount. He adored the way it covered his upper body and enjoyed how some reached his chin. He happily used his tongue to clean his face and smirked as he stared into your E/C eyes.

“Such a good girl...Mm fuck!” Bakugou gave his final few thrusts before he released his cum deep inside of you. The warmth filled your body and Bakugou slowly grinded into you to ride out his orgasm. He kissed you once more as you both enjoyed the feeling of him being so deep as he filled you up. The kiss was all tongue and teeth as you pressed your lips together. You both eventually pulled away with a string of saliva still connecting the both of you. You both huffed as Bakugou came in closer to you. You rested your head against his shoulder as he just remained inside of you. He held you close and kissed the crown of your head before pulling out.

He fixed his clothing and put everything back on the both of you. Once you were both fully dressed, he was quick to pull you in for a hug and you quickly returned it as he held you tight and pressed you against the tree. You both remained there in silence just embracing each other.

“.....Katsuki...Umm...what was-“

“We can’t be together...not right now at least.” He said while still holding you. When he said that, his hold just grew tighter but you pushed his chest back the slightest bit to get a look at him.

“What?” You say aloud in a breathy voice.

“There’s too much going on right now. If things were different, I’d be going through the tough time with you by my side....but we can’t be together right now. I know my feelings and you know yours..but your life still has a lot of unraveling to do dumbass. You gotta figure out what side you’re on before we can happen again. I love you Y/N. I know I do. But if you choose to be Titania...then I don’t know if we can still be together...no matter how much I love you. Do you understand?” He asked while holding the side of your cheek. You opened your mouth to say something but shut it, opting to just nod your head in understanding. However, you still had a question.

“So..what was all of this then?” You asked, referring to the heated moment you both had just shared.

“..Let’s just say we’re on a break right now. At least until you figure out who you are. Since we’re on a break, I’m marking my territory. I’m still yours. You’re still mine. Please believe I won’t be talking to anyone else or having eyes for anyone other than you...because you’re mine and I’m yours. Got that princess?” He said with a smirk.

“Got it,” you said with a small smile. Bakugou pulled you in for another hug after he kissed your forehead. You both held each other for a long time. You completely forgot you were supposed to be finding your way home. Luckily, a hawk cry was heard from afar. You both pulled away from each other while still holding onto one another as you guys looked towards the sky. There, you saw Rumor flying down to the both of you.

“It-it’s Rumor!” You said excitedly. “He found us!”

You both watched as Rumor dove to the ground and transformed into his wolf-dog form once he got close enough to the ground. You broke away from Bakugou and jogged to your animal companion. Rumor ran to you and stood on his hind legs as he jumped at you.

“You found us buddy!” You said while petting his thick coat surround his neck and chest area. Rumor whined in happiness at your reunion and Bakugou was quick to join.

“Hey,” he greeted the creature. Rumor separated from you and ran to jump on Bakugou. The blonde held his arms open but didn’t expect to be tackled to the ground. Rumor licked Katsuki’s face as Katsuki groaned in “disgust.” He pushed Rumor’s face away as you kneeled beside the two, petting Rumor. Bakugou sat up from under Rumor as he continued to pet his neck area as well.

You were rubbing at his head when you placed your forehead to your best friend’s. “That’s my good boy.”

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You and Bakugou were now flying atop of Rumor in his flying bison form. You both sat near his horns and held onto his fur for safety. The wind was blowing through your hair and you looked around to notice the setting. The sky was blue and the sun was up. It was still midday, meaning things at UA were still pretty active. The second you and Katsuki would show up, you’d be swarmed with questions on the scene. It would give Katsuki the perfect opportunity to tell the truth.

You were so lost in thought, you didn’t even realize the said blonde was looking right at you. Admiring you for as long as he could. He knew this wasn’t the end for you both, unless you chose the dark path, but he couldn’t help but soak up all of you. You’d be around, but you’d no longer have the title of his girlfriend. He turned his head as he faced forward once more, deciding to break the silence.

“Umm...nice weather?”

You laughed a little at his awkward state. “Katsuki. Just because we’re not together anymore doesn’t mean things have to be weird. We can still talk to each other like normal.” Katsuki clearly began to relax as he placed his hands behind him and leaned back with the wind blowing in his face. A slight smile adorned his lips as he looked at you and nodded. “Besides..we’re getting close to the school, so I have to ask...are you....are you going to tell them..about...me?”

His breath got caught in his throat as his eyes bulged a bit. He stopped looking at you as he faced his hands that now sat in his legs. He visually tensed up once more and it took more than a moment before he replied.

“I....I don’t know.” You looked at him with a sad and worried look but he never returned your gaze. He took a deep breath before going on. “...I’m supposed to be a future hero Y/N..I’m supposed to do what’s right..and that would be turning you in. I don’t know if I’d be able to do that though. I love you so much...but..you’re not exactly..on the heroes side at the moment.” He said with a huff.

Silence grew and neither you or Bakugou chose to break it. You flew through the skies in a quiet pause. Nothing was going on except for Rumor bringing you back home. Your voice, your mind...they all just stopped. It wasn’t until the sight of UA came into view and a voice began to speak in your head.

‘I guess we’re about to see how this story unfolds..’

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coccinelle-et-chaton · 3 years

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Adrinette April Day 2: Rebellion

@adrinetteapril

Read on AO3 scene adapted from Chapter 9 of The Wall Between Us

Marinette let go of a long sigh as she reclined her back against the cool wood of the bench. She was at the park next to her house. It had been a long, long day at school and she was happy that it was finally behind her. Sketching for a few minutes, sitting under the cool shade of a tree always helped her shed the frustrations of the day; particularly one as taxing as this one. She made herself comfortable on the bench, took a deep breath, and gathered her creativity, focusing it at the tip of her pencil as she prepared to spill it into a design. As she did this, she lifted her sight to find the muse of the day, something that might be worth putting into paper.

Something like... Adrien sneaking out of fencing practice?

The girl observed him from a baffled distance, witnessing the way he sported an uncharacteristic devious smirk on his face as he hurriedly descended down the steps of the school, two at a time. He looked to each side of the street, as if looking for spies, and darted in Marinette’s direction; to the park.

The comical then happened: Stepping into the park, he shed his usual white overshirt and shoved it into his sports bag, produced an unassuming grey hoodie along with an insulting neon green cap, and quickly put them on. Merrily, he walked with a light spring towards the park kiosk to buy himself a soda and then proceeded to find a bench to sit on.

Witnessing Adrien being so evidently pleased at breaking the rules was like watching a cat walk on its hindlegs: bizarre, to say the least.

Marinette giggled at his confidence; at how sure he seemed that no one would be able to tell his identity under this poorly-thought disguise. She gathered the courage to go talk to him, just for a quick hello. Making the most of the fact he had not spotted her yet, she approached from behind him.

“FYI, you stick out like a sore thumb with that cap on,” she said, startling Adrien and prying a tiny gasp from him.

“Marinette!” he cried, tugging at his cap as if doing so might conceal his face better. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um... Designs,” she said lamely, lifting her sketchbook for Adrien to see. “But what are you doing here? Don’t you have fencing today?”

Adrien quirked an eyebrow. “How do you--”

Marinette’s face became red with embarrassment, quickly interrupting him hoping she hadn’t exposed the things she knew about him. “Just a lucky guess, heh, heh.”

“I’m sneaking out,” he said, scanning the surroundings.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because you never know. Natalie always catches me. Sometimes I feel like she tapped my phone or something.”

Marinette pressed her lips into a sympathetic smile, with her courage quickly returning to her to poke fun at him a little more, “Well, one thing is for sure. You’re making it easy for her with that neon green thing on you.”

“It’s the only cap I could find in the morning! Is it really that bad?”

“Take it off. You call less attention without it,” Marinette said with a giggle. “You wouldn’t be able to hide your identity for the life of you.”

Adrien laughed. “I’ll have you know I have excellent camouflaging skills.”

“Right, right. And I’m Ladybug.”

Adrien grinned at her. His delighted heart missed a beat or two as he relished in the possibility.

“Anyway,” Marinette said, nervousness building up inside of her at the prospect of being alone with Adrien. “I should probably get going, good luck with the sneaking out.”

“Wait!” Adrien said, more disappointed than he wanted to sound. “I, um... Would you like to spend some time with me? We could find something to do. If you’re not busy, that is.”

Marinette ignored the warm blush that crept on her cheeks. “What-- yes. Co fourse! I mean of course! I mean--heh. Yeah, what--what did you have in mind?”

Adrien beamed at her, stood up, and then gave her a little devilish smirk. Marinette couldn’t help but be both a little worried and infinitely curious to know what sorts of trouble Adrien wanted to get into.

They headed back to the kiosk again, this time with the mission of filling Adrien’s backpack with as many snacks as they could fit. To the clerk’s satisfaction, that involved practically emptying the little hut out of the day’s stock.

Loot packed up and horrible neon green caps out of the way, Adrien led Marinette to stage two of his plan. They headed a few blocks away from the park, to a residential area where Adrien started testing for unlocked front doors in the apartment buildings.

“What are you doing?” Marinette asked, a bit bewildered.

“Looking for an open door,” Adrien explained, simultaneously finding what he was searching for. “Ah! Success!” he exclaimed, pushing the door open. “After you prin--After you.”

Marinette gave him a suspicious look but did his bidding, following him inside and then onto the building’s stairs.

“Adrien what are you doing?” Marinette asked again, more evidently worried. “We’re going to get in trouble!”

“No, we’re not,” he assured her as he consistently climbed up the staircase. “Trust me.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before,” she said as she reached the very last floor, finding Adrien negotiating with the lock of the only door there.

He pulled what looked like a fancy, metal credit card from his wallet, and used to click the lock open. Marinette snorted at the sight.

“Why use a platinum credit card in the Champs Elysees when you can use it to perform a misdemeanor,” Marinette said.

“My thoughts exactly,” Adrien said with a wink, pushing the door to the roof open and seizing an indistinct brick that lay there to prevent the door from shutting close.

“You are an actual teenage vandal aren’t you,” Marinette said, absolutely bewildered at Adrien’s criminal tendencies. “So is this how you spend your free time? Breaking into people’s roofs?”

Adrien giggled as he found a spot to sit near the edge of the building. “In a way, I guess you could say that.”

Marinette shook her head, still in shock as she joined Adrien.

Worried at her silence, and that she might think less of him for this little escapade, Adrien hurried to look for her validation. “Are you mad? I swear I’ve only done it a couple of times and if it makes you really uncomfortable we can go down. I’m sorry.”

Marinette turned to see Adrien’s worried, expectant face. “What? No, no. I’m not mad! It’s okay. It’s just... I never thought you had it in you to be this...”

“Bad?” he asked, sadness staining his tone.

“Rebellious,” she offered instead. “It’s a bit odd. At school, you’re always so, so... perfect.”

Adrien scrunched up his nose. “I know, I hate it,” he confessed, pulling his legs to his chest responding to a subconscious need to hide.

Trying not to delve too much into the thought, he reached for the bag where the snacks were and emptied their little treasure between them. He gestured for Marinette to have the first pick, which she indulged by grabbing a bag of chips and a bottle of sparkling pink lemonade.

Adrien grabbed a pack of fruit gummies and plain sparkling water as he spoke again. “Most of the stuff I do, I do it for my father.” He sighed and then continued quietly. “But it doesn’t matter how hard I work, it always feels like it’s not good enough for him and I’m tired of pretending to be someone I am not.”

Marinette’s heart wrung at Adrien’s confession. A small part of her did wonder what brought him to trust her like this so out of the blue, but this and any of her other reservations flew out the window at the sight of him being so evidently upset. It pained Marinette to see him like that.

“I’m so sorry, Adrien,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Why? It’s not your fault.”

“I mean, I’m sorry that... that your father makes you feel that way.”

Adrien looked down, hugging his legs a little tighter.

“But you can always be yourself around me,” she offered, with her voice trembling.

Adrien’s saddened pout slowly melted into a warm smile. “I know,” he said. “That’s why I like spending time with you, Marinette. You’re the greatest friend I could possibly have asked for.”

She tried not to pay too much attention to the utter disappointment that washed over her at the idea of Adrien seeing her as just a friend. Instead, she focused on the part that mattered: That he could have someone with whom he didn’t feel the need to pretend or put up an act. As Ladybug, she knew the burden all too well and didn’t wish it on anyone, certainly not on Adrien.

“Yep,” she said. “That’s what friends are for! Heh, heh.”

“And um, you, too.”

“Me, too?”

“I mean, you don’t have to pretend around me...” he said, taken aback by the fact he was inexplicably blushing. “I notice that you always get, er... a little tongue-tied.”

“Oh!” Marinette piped, perking up with the dread that suddenly seized her. “That. Ha, ha. That’s nothing! I just... have... uh... you know me. I don’t-- I, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Adrien said, shrugging. “It’s just, this is the first real conversation you and I have ever had. It’s... nice. I wish we could do it more often.”

Marinette laughed nervously, beyond herself with mortification and wondering whether Adrien actually knew the kind of influence he had on her. Maybe he did and he just enjoyed messing with her.

“I just... get a little nervous, that’s all,” she said sheepishly.

“Why? Is it because I’m famous?” Adrien said, adopting a smug flair. One that helped Marinette overcome her embarrassment faster than she could say ‘Lucky Charm’. She didn’t know exactly why, but Adrien’s smug, rebellious side--the side she had been witness to for the good part of the last few hours, helped her feel more at ease, more willing to use her own sass on him.

She rolled her eyes and playfully jabbed him with her arm. “You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you? And here I was, thinking you were a perfectly polite, quiet, well-behaved boy. How wrong I was.”

“I’m all of those things!” Adrien protested as he shoved an indiscriminate handful of gummies into his mouth and leaned back. “But, you know,” he added with a small wink. “What other people don’t know, won’t kill them.”

“Show-off,” Marinette teased.

“Only with the right audience,” Adrien said, defending himself.

Adrien was about to remark how Marinette was one to talk. How she convinced him of being the class sweetheart when in reality she was as sassy as they come. Unfortunately, he’d have to save that joke for later, because as they bantered, an Akuma rose in the distance.

Duty called.

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giant-sketches · 4 years

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Oh my gosh! This part is so long that I drew a total of four sketches for it instead of the usual three. I’ve been changing up my writing a bit so I do hope you enjoy it still.

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Disclaimer: past trauma, crying, mention of eating people, people being treated like toys, swearing/cursing, pain, innuendos

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In the valley:

Roman: “VIRGIL! VIRGIL PLEASE WAKE UP!!! VIRGIL!”

Remus: “Hush now, your prince has fallen into a deep slumber thanks to my sleeping spell.”

Roman: “REMUS! What sleeping spell, you stomped on him until he passed out!?”

Remus: “It’s an original, I call it Stompus Knockoutus!”

Roman: “Ugh, whatever! Just let me down this instant you dirty marauder!”

Remus: “Woooo! Marauder, I like that. Thanks for the darling nickname Princey!”

Roman: “Aaaahhhh! What are you even going to do with me?”

Remus: “I’m taking you back to my little hole in the wall so we can play together like old times.”

Roman: “Li-like old times?”

- Roman shuddered at the memories of when his brother and he would play ‘games’ before the destabilization occurred. Once Roman and Remus had split from the same trait they stuck together still as brothers who had no idea how to be separate people. Those days started out pleasant with their creative minds expanding everyday. Roman imagined far off lands, magnificent castles, heroic adventures, and more. Remus, on the other hand, imagined tentacle arms, vomiting spiders, eyeball spaghetti, and more disturbing imagery.

- It quickly became obvious to the others that Remus was beginning to unravel once Roman started distancing himself from him. It’s all he could do as Remus’s thoughts were too extreme for Roman to take in as their imaginations interfered with one another. In response, Remus became a recluse and locked himself away to drown in his own madness. Roman tried desperately to talk with Remus, to find some kind of solution so they could stay together, but to no avail. Then one night a large crashing sound shook the fort awake. Roman dashed to his brother’s room in a panic and swung open the door, only to find a now 150 foot tall giant grinning menacingly at him.

Remus: “I’ve found a solution to our problem brother! If I simply take you away from here then we’ll never be separated again.”

Roman was petrified with fear and had no strength left to flee as Remus’s giant hand snatched him higher and higher into the air. There was no tenderness in his touch as Roman’s bones cracked and he yelped in pain.

Remus: “Singing cheers of our reunion all ready? Glad to hear them, keep it going!”

Remus squeezed even tighter as he violently pumped his fist in the air, with Roman in hand. Roman screamed loudly in pain and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Remus: “Tears of joy as well?! Oh brother, you really do know what I like!”

- Now fully enjoying his new stature Remus cheerily skipped away from the fort, into the forest and up the mountain to a cave that could fit him. For the next month Roman endured a variety of Remus’s ‘games’ and was treated like a plaything. He would be punished if he misbehaved and he was kept in a drawer with only a small hole where the knob should be for air. Eventually, Patton and Logan were able to find him when Remus was away and promptly rescued him. However, the experience left him traumatized.

- That’s why it had been so hard for him to adjust to Virgil being one of them. Luckily, with time, he realized that wasn’t true and that Virgil was special. He was special to him. Roman could feel his consciousness fading as he was still exhausted and slowly passed out as Remus carried him off into the mountains. He was simply too tired to fight back or stay awake. Roman could only hope his friends would be able to find him soon. --------------------------- Back at the fort:

Patton: “ROMAN’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!?”

Virgil: “I’m so sorry Pat. Remus snuck up on me while Roman was sleeping and I-I couldn’t do anything. I was too scared.”

Patton: “Oh Virgil, there’s no need to beat yourself up over it. We’re together now, so let's go get our boy back!”

Logan: “My thoughts exactly Patton, but we need a plan. Virgil, do you have any idea where Remus might have taken Roman? Last time he hid out in a cave up in the mountains, but that ridge is vast so it will take too much time to scan all of it.”

Virgil: “I think he’d still be hiding the same way honestly. I remember him bringing me to this one cave he had all decked out with all sorts of weird clothes and tiny buildings.”

Logan: “Promising, do you recall where that cave was?”

Virgil: “Yeah I do since it was just a couple of months ago.”

Patton: “Why did he take you there anyway?”

Virgil bit down on his lower lip as he decided whether or not to answer Patton.

Virgil: “Ugh, he wanted me to play with him...but he said we had to go out and find some toys first.”

Patton: “Toys!? Yo-you don’t mean...people?”

Patton was mortified at just the idea of people being played around like dolls. Virgil freaked out and responded quickly,

Virgil: “Woah hey! I never agreed to it. I never liked playing with that guy so I just shrugged him off and found a corner to read in instead. You don’t think I’d actually go out people-snatching with that loon do you Pat?”

Patton’s eyes softened.

Patton: “Oh course not kiddo, but the idea was really scary to think about is all. I know you don’t see us like that.”

Virgil sighed in relief and smiled. Logan coughed a bit to suggest they get a move on quickly in order to rescue Roman.

Gently, Virgil laid his hand on the ground and motioned for Patton to climb on up. Patton hopped right on enthusiastically as he was lifted up to Virgil’s shoulder. Logan reached out his arms to help Patton climb on and they held hands to keep each other steady as Virgil stood back up.

Logan: “One more thing before we disembark on our mission, Virgil, I suggest you increase in size substantially in order to better traverse the mountain terrain.”

Patton: “I agree with Logan. If you get bigger it will help finding Roman easier.”

Virgil: “Okay, you both hold onto my shirt collar then. I don’t want either of you falling off.”

Logan and Patton: “Got it!”

- With that Virgil shifted dramatically to a whopping 500 feet tall instantly. As they were being flung up rapidly, Patton and Logan hugged onto Virgil’s shirt for dear life until the shaking stopped. Both of them peeled their eyes open again to find their new view spectacular! They could see everything from the town, lake, valley, forest, and mountains. Neither of them had ever been so high up before. The entire experience was completely indescribable as they both stared in awe.

Virgil: “You both okay?” he whispered.

Virgil’s sudden question snapped Patton and Logan out of their starry eyed daze and back to reality. They both hastily answered,

Logan and Patton: “Yes, we’re fine!”

Virgil: “Alright, I’m going to start moving then. Prepare yourselves.”

- Instinctively, Logan and Patton both gripped onto Virgil’s shirt collar tightly and braised themselves. This was going to be a long trip as each step Virgil took, no matter how delicately, jostled the two of them around like wet noodles. ----------------------------- Now in the caves:

Remus: “Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty. Your tower awaits.”

- Roman was in a daze when he awoke to find himself lying on what appeared to be a play mat with the design of cobblestone printed on. Immediately, he remembered where he was and with whom. It took even less time for him to realize he was no longer wearing the clothes he previously had on as well. He was now donning a poofy pink dress, white silk gloves, and a puffed up blonde wig with a tiara attached. His face had been painted on with a fake beauty mark near his eye and plump red lips. Overall, he looked ghastly!

Roman: “Oh my gosh, did you undress me in my sleep?!”

Remus: “What’s a little nudity between brothers? Honestly you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You make a darling little damsel!”

Roman: “Damsel? Is that what this tacky dress is all about? You want to play damsel in distress with me?”

Remus touched his nose in delight.

Remus: “Bing bong! You got it!!!”

Roman: “Then are you supposed to be the prince or something?”

Remus: “Come now brother, do I look like a prin-”

Roman: “No.”

Remus: “Ouch, you didn’t even let me finish. Now I’m left all limp.”

Roman winced in disgust at that remark.

Remus: “No your prince is the brat I left out cold in the valley. I’m taking up the role of the big scary monster who's taking you hostage in my tower.”

Roman: “I’d hardly call this cave a tower.”

- Remus smirked as he flicked his pointer finger in the direction right behind Roman. A shiver ran down his spine as he cautiously turned around to face the looming figure of a tower, a real tower. It wasn’t something Remus had made, but stole from somewhere. Roman didn’t even want to think about what else Remus might have destroyed in the process of acquiring it, then an even more frightening thought flashed through his mind. Frantically, Roman looked around the room to see if Remus had snatched any people up as well.

Remus: “Now, now brother there’s no need to worry. You’re the only toy here and that’s because you’re so special to me. This game is just for the two of us, that is until your tiny friends find you.”

Thank goodness Roman thought as he sighed in relief. No one else had to suffer the way he had all those years ago. He had finally started to relax a little when Remus suddenly began poking at his backside.

Remus: “No time to waste princess! Time for you to get into the tower and start the game.”

Each poke was more forceful than the last, until Roman found it hard to keep his footing. He toppled over in pain to Remus’s dismay.

Remus: “Hey! Don’t ruin the dress, it’s my favorite.”

That was the last straw for Roman. He wasn’t going to be Remus’s plaything, not again.

Roman: “ENOUGH! I’m not playing your games anymore Remus! Not now, not ever! Screw you, this ugly dress, this stupid play mat, and the idea that I’m still afraid of you after all this time!”

- In a fit of rage Roman chucked the dress and wig off his person and hurled the gloves towards his brother in a challenging manner. Luckily, it seemed Remus had only removed his shirt as he was still wearing his pants and boots. Using his arm he wiped off the paint on his face and scowled at Remus. Remus was not pleased.

Remus: “It would appear you’re in need of some punishment in order to correct that boorish attitude of yours.”

Without warning, Roman was forcefully grabbed and lifted high up towards Remus’s face. While startled, Roman wasn’t going to keep quiet like when he was a kid.

Roman: “Just try me! There’s nothing you could do that would affect me anymore.”

Remus: “That’s what you’d think, but I’ve had a long time to come up with better punishments. I actually had an epiphany the other day that I think will work quite nicely in turning you docile.”

Roman gulped loudly. What could Remus be thinking of doing to him that he hadn’t already done?

Remus licked his lips.

Remus: “You know brother, at my size it wouldn’t be too hard to swallow someone whole. I’ve been playing around with the idea for a while now. I used to lick you all when I was a kid, but now I think it might be fun to try for something bigger than just a taste.”

Roman’s eyes went wide with fear. Remus wouldn’t actually eat him, would he? He must be bluffing, right?

Roman: “Woah, hey Remus, yo-you couldn’t actually be entertaining the idea of e-eating me would you?”

Roman was now visibly shaking and his throat had gone dry. The thought of being eaten alive was just too horrifying to imagine.

Remus: “I am actually, after all you look like such a taste morsel.”

- Remus stuck out his tongue tauntingly as Roman squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel himself being lifted up slowly towards Remus’s mouth as his putrid breath wafted over him. He really was going to be eaten, he thought. Miraculously, a familiar loud cry echoed from outside the cave,

Virgil: “ROMAN!”

Roman gasped as he flung his eyes open towards the cave entrance with excitement. He was saved!

Remus: “Looks like the party crashers have arrived! Ahead of schedule, but after this disappointing first act I’m looking forward to the clim-”

- Before Remus could even finish a massive hand launched itself into the cave and pulled him out into the night sky. Startled Remus was not at all prepared for what he would see next. He was now, somehow, locked in place by a giant fist and staring up at a now massive sized Virgil. Never in his life had he seen something or someone bigger than himself. In this moment Remus for once felt completely helpless and small in Virgil’s stern grip.

Remus: “Wh-what is this? How are you this big all of a sudden? I-I...this isn’t right.”

- Previously, outside Virgil had asked Patton and Logan to wait behind him as he went up ahead at max size. He needed them to stay a safe distance away as he confronted Remus head on. They both agreed and waited in the forest for his and Roman’s return. Virgil then walked a considerable distance away before shifting to double his current size, his limit of 1000 feet. This is where he stands now with Remus in his clutches and pissed off!

Virgil: “Let him go.”

Surprise, by such a suppressing voice coming from the once tiny Virgil, Remus completely missed what he just said. He was now overcome with fear he had never experienced before. He was now the weakling.

Remus: “Wh-what?”

Virgil: “I said let him go, now.”

Virgil repeated himself as calmly as he could. He was fuming with rage right now as he spotted Roman still being held tightly in Remus’s hand. Although, he did take pleasure in seeing Remus afraid of him for once. Still, Virgil couldn’t help thinking about what he had become if even the monsters feared him.

Remus: “O-okay….”

- Cautiously, Virgil raised his free hand up towards Remus in order to have a safe place for Roman to land on when released. As Roman fell out onto Virgil’s palm he gasped for air as Remus’s grip knocked the wind out of him when they were both pulled out of the cave. Concerned, Virgil gingerly lifted his hand up to his face to get a better look at Roman’s condition. He appeared physically okay, except that he was missing his shirt. Virgil wanted so badly to comfort him, but knew at his current size it would be too dangerous to try. He didn’t want another kissing incident after all.

- He decided it would be best to set Roman down for now while he dealt with Remus, however, before he started to move again the image of Roman running towards his face stopped him. Suddenly, Roman was clinging to the arch of Virgil’s nose and sobbing. All the stress and fear he had bottled up in order to put on a brave face melted away the moment he was safe on top of Virgil's hand. Virgil had previously been worried about Roman’s reaction to his now gigantic size after hearing about what happened to him as a child from Patton and Logan on the way here. It appeared his concerns were unwarranted as Roman felt safest when near Virgil.

Roman: “Virgil, oh my gosh Virgil, I was so scared!”

Virgil: “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe with me”

Roman: “I-I know, but he….he tried to eat me. I thought I wa-was going to die. I’m so glad you showed up when you did!”

Trying his best to keep himself from yelling,

Virgil: “He tried to do what?!”

Remus groaned as the fingers surrounding him suddenly tightened.

Virgil: “Oh I’m sorry did that hurt? Good! How would you feel if I tried to eat you right now?”

Remus chuckled, Remus: “That’d be one hell of a french kiss monsieur monstre.”

Virgil scoffed in disgust while Roman frowned at Remus calling Virgil of all people a monster.

Roman: “The pot calling the kettle black, I see.”

Remus: “You think I’m a monster? Have you been completely ignoring the behemoth you’re standing on? He was so small back in the valley and now he’s somehow ballooned himself to such a size that even my butthole clenches in fear.”

Roman: “Geez, did you have to use the word butthole?”

Remus: “It’s my word of the day in that I use it every day, all day.”

Virgil and Roman both groaned at this weasel's meaningless antics.

Virgil: “What should I do with him? Any ideas Roman?”

Roman: “Usually we use Logan’s dimensional splitter to just send him and Deceit back into the dark realm. I assume you left him and Patton somewhere safe so I guess that’s not an option right now.”

Virgil: “Actually, even though I’ve become a resident of the light realm I should still have the ability to form rifts still.”

Roman: “Really?! Then hurry up and do it before this guy does anymore damage. We still have to locate which town he stole that tower from.”

Virgil: “He stole a tower?!”

Roman sighed,

Roman: “Yeah...somewhere in the realm, there’s a big mess for us to clean up later.”

Virgil: “Okay then, no more waiting. It’s time to send Remus back where he belongs.”

With that Virgil created a rift big enough for him to toss Remus into with ease.

Remus hummed as he flew into the rift,

Remus: “I look forward to the third act another time!”

Roman: “Good riddens!”

Virgil had now bent down to place Roman on the ground as he started shrinking down to a more manageable size.

Virgil: “You can say that again.”

- He rested on 200 feet in order to comfortably hold all three of them once Patton and Logan were retrieved. Roman told them about what happened as Virgil concentrated on getting everyone back to the fort. Once there, it was definitely time for bed. Before Virgil headed back to his room for the night he was stopped by Roman.

Roman: “Hey Virgil...I know you’re really tired and probably rather sleep in your own bed after such an eventful night, but do you think you could sleep with me instead?”

Virgil: “You want me to sleep with you for tonight?”

Roman: “If that’s not too much to ask. I’m...still really shook up from what happened. Even though in my mind I know Remus is gone I can’t help feeling I’m not completely safe yet.”

Virgil: “I don’t mind at all Roman.”

Roman: “Really?! Thank you so much! Come one, I’ll lead you there.”

Roman cheerful took Virgil by the hand and led him to his room. Inside the walls were covered in Disney posters and theater playbills. There was pink glitter on the ceiling and the bed covering was of a unicorn jumping over a rainbow. Overall, it was super colorful compared to his.

Roman: “Come on in!”

Roman had already tucked himself into bed and was waiting patiently for Virgil to join him. Sheepishly, Virgil climbed into bed and laid his head down on the plush pillow facing Roman. Roman did the same and smiled softly towards him.

Roman: “Thank you for saving me Virgil.”

Virgil looked away.

Virgil: “Even though I was completely useless at the valley?”

Roman reached out his hand to stroke Virgil’s face.

Roman: “Now you listen here. That wasn’t your fault and anyone else in your position also would have been knocked out cold if a giant stomped on them suddenly.”

Virgil chuckled as he lifted his hand up to touch Roman’s and leaned into it.

Virgil: “You’re right, sorry. I accept your thanks.”

Roman: “Good. Now for your reward.”

Virgil: “My wa-”

- Without warning, Virgil found himself locking lips with Roman in a passionate kiss! Stunned, Virgil simply let himself enjoy the moment until Roman pulled away slowly. Both of them were fully satisfied with the exchange and blushing deeply with embarrassment.

Roman: “We-well goodnight Virgil!” he stuttered as he hid himself under the covers.

Virgil: “Ye-yeah goodnight Roman!” he also stuttered as he turned to face the wall.

Neither of them could manage to face the other for the remainder of the night. Even though they had kissed in the valley when at the same height it was somehow more intimate.

To be continued.

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redthreadoffate · 4 years

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mashed potatoes [matt simmons]

ship: matt simmons x reid!reader

warnings: daddy!kink, no smut; edited twice so mistakes here and there

notes: just a heads up, this is an au wherein matt is not married and the reid family is one big happy family.

summary: ”daddy, can you pass the mashed potatoes please?” i saw a prompt like this somewhere a long long time ago

Matt Simmons was a nervous wreck.

It would be his first time meeting your parents and he wanted to make a good first impression. Although, it wasn’t that he was planning on leaving any bad impressions. He needed to win their heart just as much as he won yours.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said.

You giggled as you fixed the dress you were wearing. “Don’t be silly. You’re great. You’ll be a hot shot to my parents.”

Matt sighed. He turned to you and cradled your face. “I just don’t want to mess things up.”

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Dad and Mom will love you.”

“I’m more worried about Spencer, honestly.”

You laughed and placed your hands above his. “He loves you.”

“As a friend and fellow agent!” Matt let go of you and began pacing. “I know he doesn’t like it that I’m dating you. What brother wants their friend to be their little sister’s significant other.”

“There are some. And at least we’re not living together.” You shrugged.

Matt looked at you, a wary smile on his face. “Yet?”

You blinked a few times, taking in that one word that had come out of his mouth. “You want…you want us to…” you trailed off.

“Only if you want to, Y/N. I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to leave this apartment then that’s fine. I mean, you did buy it. But I can always leave my apartment to be here with you in yours if you’ll allow that.” He stopped talking and raised his hands to calm himself down. “But tonight is not the night to think about that. Tonight, I’m going to impress your parents.”

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms encircling his neck. “You’ll do fine. I’m right behind you, okay?”

“Can’t you be right beside me?” he chuckled.

You smirked. “I can do that.”

Matt pulled you closer to him and kissed you. “God, I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I hope I don’t lose you today.”

You kissed him. “You won’t.” When you let go, you strutted towards the mirror once more. “Come on, we can’t be late.”

He groaned. “What? No ‘I love you’ back?”

You stuck out your tongue and ran into your room to find your shoes. “I love you, too!” you yelled. “Don’t forget to roll up your sleeves! Mom loves some muscle!”

And now, here you were, standing in front of the Reid residence.

Matt was still fidgeting, squeezing your hand tighter and tighter that you had to let go of his in fear of your own getting numb. He mumbled an apology as he fixed the pink paper and tugged on the silver ribbon that were holding the bouquet of flowers he had bought for Mrs. Reid.

As you would reach for the doorbell, your boyfriend would stop you, stating that he wasn’t ready. You would call him out, saying that you were standing outside the house for five minutes and would be late if you stayed a few minutes more.

Finally, Matt gave a firm nod before ringing the doorbell, surprising both himself and you. “I hope Spencer doesn’t open the door.”

Unfortunately, it was your older brother who answered the door in less than a minute. “Y/N. Simmons. Good to see you. Come in.”

You entered the home, but not before Matt could mouth ‘Simmons’ to you. You rolled your eyes and dismissed him, but knowing all too well that Spencer only called Matt using his last name when you were with him.

“It’s Matt tonight, Spencer,” you asserted. “It’s a family dinner, not a crime scene.”

Matt couldn’t help but smile as you instructed your brother what to call him.

Spencer turned back to eye the boyfriend before nodding. “Yes, of course. Please forgive me, Matt.”

“It’s not a problem,” Matt replied, his smile never leaving his face. ‘So she got him to call me Matt even while with her, not that big of a deal but it’s definitely something…for now,’ he thought to himself. You reached the dining room and saw Spencer and your parents, William and Diana. He could feel his heart race but he made sure to keep the cool and confident facade up. ‘You got this, Matt. You got this.’

“Hey, Mom, Dad,” you greeted. You skipped over to your mother and gave a cheek a kiss, then pivoted to give your father a hug. “Daddy.”

“Hiya, darling,” he said as you hugged him tighter, “how are you?”

“I’m good,” you chirped. “I’d like you to meet Matt.” You walked back to Matt and held onto his hand. “Mom, Dad, this is Matt Simmons.”

Matt bowed a little. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You tugged on his hand a little. He took this as a cue to give your mother the flowers he got her. “For you, Mrs. Reid.”

Diana smiled. “Oh thank you, Matt. But please, call me Diana.”

“Diana,” Matt repeated. He then walked over to William, who was now standing and holding out his hand. “Mr. Reid.”

“It’s William, Matthew. And my,” he took Matt in, “you are not what I expected.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” Matt was confused.

“Spencer talked about you earlier, and he said you were–”

Spencer suddenly coughed loudly and everyone turned to him. “Shall we eat? I’m starving.”

William laughed and shook his head. “It’s William, my boy,” he repeated for him, “just call me William. None of that, ‘sir sir’. Psh, I’m not that old.” He chuckled. Matt did the same before William instructed Matt to sit beside him.

The rectangular table was set like this: William at the head of the table, Diana on his left and Spencer beside her, while Matt on his right and you beside him. It seemed like a safe and harmless order until…

“Daddy, can you pass the mashed potatoes please?” you requested.

Both William and Matt reached for the bowl in front of them. William looked at the younger man while Matt began to blush profusely. Diana shifted her eyes from her husband to your boyfriend. Your eyes widened while Spencer watched his sister and Matt intently.

“Thank you, boy,” was all William said as he let go of the bowl. “Y/N, it was much closer to Matthew.”

“Yes, yes of course,” you agreed quickly. “Yes, sorry, Dad–Dad. Sorry.”

Diana chuckled. “You have some sort of reflex, don’t you, Matt?”

Matt laughed nervously, his hand still on the bowl of mashed potatoes. “Yeah, anything for Y/N.” He came to his senses and handed you the bowl. “Here you go, prin–Y/N. Here you go.” He sighed.

You slowly reached for the bowl and placed two scoops before handing it back to him. As he positioned the bowl on the table, you murmured a thank you.

Spencer went back to eating but he hadn’t said a word.

After hours of getting to know each other in the living room with some wine in hand, you decided it was time to go. Matt whined and declared that he was having a good time with your parents. Spencer suggested that he speak to you for awhile as Matt and your parents spend a few more minutes together.

You went with your brother to the foyer. “What’s up?” you asked, standing on your toes and then placing your feet back firmly on the ground.

“Do you and Matt have some sort of roleplaying thing going on?”

You blushed. “I…I well….um…what’s it’s to you?”

Spencer shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

You began to stammer. “It’s–it’s none of your…bus-business b-but y-ye-yeah, we roleplay from time to…time.”

“Time to time?”

“It’s sort of like our term of endearment,” you finally said in a straight tone. “Why are you so curious?”

“I’ve studied that Daddy/sub phenomenon. I haven’t got much on it yet but maybe I can ask you some questions one day.”

Your face became ever more red. “Spencer!”

“What?” He looked at her innocently.

You rolled your eyes. “Matt and I should get going.”

He nodded in understanding.

You two entered the living room once again with you interrupting their heart-to-heart by calling Matt. Matt reluctantly said goodbye to your parents and thanked them for having him over. William told him that he was welcome anytime. You also noticed that as Diana bid Matt goodbye, she not-so-subtly touched his arms.

When you were done bidding farewell to your parents, you and Matt got in their car and drove off to your apartment.

“What did you and Spencer talk about?” he asked.

“Nothing much,” you answered.

“Your face was flushed when you came back.”

You hummed. “Sorry about earlier.”

“Huh?” Matt paused. “Oh. Who were you pertaining to anyway?”

You smirked. “You will never know.”

Matt laughed. “You slipped, didn’t you?”

“I did not!”

He laughed harder. “And Spencer knew that we have this kink going on. That’s what he talked to you about earlier, right?”

You pouted and crossed your arms in front of you. “Looks like you’re not getting your prize tonight for being such a good boy.”

He scoffed. “You can’t resist me.”

“Can you prove that?” you challenged.

“Oh hell yes, I can.”

You reached the parking lot of the condominium and Matt switched off the engine. He turned to face you and you did the same for him. He cupped your face with his hands and placed a soft, gentle kiss on your lips.

“I can resist that.”

Matt smirked. “That’s not all I have, princess.”

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silvananathali · 4 years

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Coronavirus: I got stuck in Sydney..

Sydney, an amazing city where I was going to live, work and travel for a year on a working holiday visa that I applied for a couple of months ago.

Three weeks ago it was finally time to move, my parents said goodbye to me at Amsterdam Schiphol Airport and in a couple of hours I was off to Sydney via Singapore.

A long trip to the other side of the world, I was excited and happy to escape the starting craziness about the coronavirus in Holland and all of Europe.

A day and a half later I landed at Sydney’s Kingsford Smith International Airport and, of course, had to pass through security, I was attended by a friendly and helpful immigration officer with a strong Australian accent, “Yup, I’m definitely in Australia!”, I thought immediately..

The day after I arrived to Sydney the government came up with some more restrictions which included everybody getting into Australia having to go into isolation for 14 days, “Ok, so I was just in time”, I thought..

The next days everything seemed quite normal, apart from all the measures taken, people were doing their thing and the restrictions were quite mild compared to Europe’s. So I also did my thing and had to arrange everything that you need to arrange when moving to another country, I needed an Australian phone number, had to open an Australian bank account, requested a tax number and started to look for a job and a place to live for the coming time.

After a couple of days in the city the government started to introduce more restrictions and now no foreigners could get into Australia for the next 6 months, “Oh wow, so I was quite lucky”, were my thoughts.. A little shocked I sent a message to my friend who was also coming to Australia for a year on a working holiday visa and had already quit her job in Holland, that was not going to happen anymore, not in the next 6 months at least..

Besides that, everybody was still able to go out and about, of course with the “social distance” regulation. So I took advantage of my time outdoors and went to explore a bit of the city, I took pictures by the Opera House, walked across the Harbour Bridge and even went to the beach one sunny day! But no, that was not the day that half Sydney went to Bondi Beach and became world news with it. Because of that, the government introduced more restrictions which meant that beaches, gyms and other places where many people come together got closed.

The days after, I was busy looking for jobs and a place to live, I had inspected a couple of apartments in the city and took a decision of where I wanted to live the coming time. Finding a job was a little harder since stores, bars and restaurants got closed, there were little to barely any tourists left so working in a hotel, what I had intended to do, was not an option anymore.

In the meantime I had contacted some friends who were also living in Australia and asked them about their situation, which revealed that most of them had plans to go back to their countries. “Hm, that’s too bad..”, were my thoughts.

The next day I was moving to the apartment I had chosen so I grabbed my things, packed my suitcase, checked out of the hostel and took an Uber.

Upon arrival to the apartment there were suddenly several problems which meant it was not possible for me to live there so I packed my things again.. I left and booked another Uber back to the hostel I had stayed the past week. “Is this a sign?”, I thought on the way back..

My friends and people in the hostel that I had spoken to recommended me to go back to my country as well, “because it’s quite a difficult situation” and “because it’s better to be with family at the moment, what if something happens”.

All this had made me doubt and realistically it was not the best time to be here, it was not possible for me to find the job that I wanted to do and more and more restrictions were put up by the government which meant I could not fully enjoy my time in Australia.

After a while Skyping with my mom I had made the hard decision to go back to Holland again and started looking for flight from Sydney to Amsterdam.. Not the easiest task because the majority of flights were cancelled, people were being advised not to travel and multiple countries had closed their borders causing there to be just a few possibilities to transfer flights to Europe.

After a couple of hours I had found and booked a flight from Sydney to Amsterdam. I extended my stay at the hostel and hoped everyday with my fingers crossed that my flight would not be cancelled because restrictions changed every single day.

But then, what I hoped wouldn’t happen, just happened.. I woke up in the morning and had received an email from the airline I had booked my flight with, informing me that they regretfully had to cancel my flight the next day, “Seriously.. One day before, sigh..”, was the first thing I thought.

It was, of course, something I knew would be possible and after a short while of many thoughts crossing my mind, I opened my laptop and started looking for another flight back to Holland.

There weren’t many airlines that still operated and this meant there were barely any possibilities left getting back to Europe, so I impulsively booked the first available flight that was still kind of affordable and hoped with my fingers crossed that that flight would not get cancelled..

Written by Silvana Prins

Originally published in Dutch on WeAreTravellers.nl

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roseamongroses · 5 years

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Antithesis: (1) “cracks knuckles its time to get educated fools”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He's hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn't like he's complaining. Dmitri's cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.--Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content, implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(1) (2)

R: hey this is Roman[star] [crown] [star]

R: what do you have in mind for the project??

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As simple as that text was, according to his very reliable memory, it took him exactly an entire decade to work up the nerve to send that. And he was not a coward mind you- reasonably afraid of sudden movements, sure, but no damn coward. He made sure to inherit the fight gene when he was in the womb with Virgil, around the same time he graciously decided not to absorb the little shit.

As if to further emphasis the magnitude of his fetal sacrifice, Virgil gulped down the rest of the milk. Straight from the pint. Just as Roman poured his cereal.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “What’s got you all riled up prin-cy?” he tossed the pint. Even though Mom wasn’t there to rag on him for being an absolute heathen, she could still do so later if he left behind evidence.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He ate his cereal dry, carefully avoiding Virgil’s scrutiny.

“Oh--” Virgil choked, “Oh shit, what did you do.”

“Excuse me,”Roman squawked, “I did nothing, you here? I am a good child.”

“Fuckface,”

“We have the same face,”

“Fuckface,” Virgil flicked his dyed purple, and regularly straightened hair for emphasis, “Last time you didn’t actively shout your problems, we found several stray cats in your room--and then there's the time you lit grandpa’s shed on fire with your self care candles and then there was the homecoming incident of fres-”

“--Ok,” Roman interrupted, “--wow Virgil, drag up my entire hero’s journey while you’re at it,” he pouted, “It’s no big deal, really.”

“When the hero’s journey could make a convincing argument in a court of law that you’re unreasonably fire-prone, then yes it's a big deal Ro, spill.”

“I’m just a little,” understatement, “Overwhelmed, by our junior project--” It's definitely not the project, definately definately, definitely not the project.

“That thing?” Virgil frowned, confused, “Me n’ L, going down to the space-station to do interviews, and a couple of presentations, what's going on in the art department?”

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Roman snorted, stabbing his cereal again, “Pat jus’ had to switch last minute to help the new kid out, so Dee and I got paired together and he--”Roman looked up,suddenly very aware of how Virgil’s normally slouched position became deathly straight, face calm, “Uh...Virge…?”

Roman feels like he forgot something important.

Virgil smiled, “What did that snake-fucker Dmitri do?”

Bingo, that’s what he forgot.

It wasn’t like Virgil’s thing with Dee was something that could be traced back to one particular incident, more like a culmination of the two being forced into being in each others general vicinity when they did not in fact want that company.

Roman avoided that drama, mainly because Virgil and him could hardly stand each other at the time either. So most of what he knows is second hand.

Though Virgil has explained it as, “When he opens his mouth, my flight or fight response is activated.” and as far as Roman knows Dmitri just returned the sentiment.

Roman shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, “Chill, it’s Nothing, really, just, he said something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed, “If he does it again, tell me,” he said, “Logan says I can restart the prank war with probable cause.”

Roman shrugged,“-Kay” he said

He will most certainly not.

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D:Sanders? from 3rd block?

R: ye who else would i be??? where is this other roman???

D:Who knows? How do I know you’re not Virgil w/ Roman’s phone?

R: //gasp// i am no fake.

D: Proof?

R:[Picture: Roman’s knees are pulled to his chest, him pouting at the camera.

His hair dyed aubrun and thrown into a messy bun, paint and freckles littering his brown skin]

[ThatOneGuyThatVirgilHates <3’s a picture]

D: Oh thank god you are the cute one

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[out of the way fives]

Hotleg: so.

Sipsipsippin: dammit roman.

Hotleg: i didnt even say anything how dare

Sipsipsippin:hon, i dated you, i know.

Hotleg: we made out like once

Sipsipsippin: i know.

Hotleg: it was like, eigth grade

Sipsipsipin: i k n o w

Hotleg: ok, ok wise and powerful, remington. Guess who it is, bitch.

Sipsipsippin: ill bite

Sipsipsippin: logan?

Hotleg:....

Hotleg: id say ew, but,,,im not entirely agnst that, ,,, i

Hotleg: nope no, it is not infact logan

Sipsipsippin: FUCK i owe pat a five

Hotleg:????betrayl??????in my sanctum????

Sipsipsippin: shh, i did not type that and you saw nothing

Sipsipsippin: gah give me a hint

Hotleg: hes,,,, good with his hands ;)

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Remy slammed his hands down the table, “Roman you filthy animal tell me who it is.”

A few people nearby looked up, startled, but not entirely surprised. Patton still winced, pointedly looking at his book and pretending like he didn’t know these actual public disturbances but didn’t bother to move. Which is hard to do regardless, when one Roman has made your shoulder his home.

“Sorry can’t speak english,” Roman said, exaggerating his drawl. He picked off of the leftovers on Patton’s plate, avoiding the daggers being driven into him from behind Remy’s tinted frames.

“Patton, do you know?” Remy asked.

Patton frowned, “Know what?” He flipped a page.

“Our wittle Roman’s got a cwush.” Remy slid into a chair, grabbing a fry.

Patton tilted his head, giving Roman a smile, “A crush you say?”

“Shit.” Roman moved to scramble out of his seat, but Patton somehow managed to put down his book, and fit his arm snug around his waist, tugging him lightly back down.

“Pattonnnn,” He whined, “This is an abuse of my need for affection.”

“Poor baby boy,” Patton hummed, “So, about this crush.”

“C’mon Pat, it could just be a squish,”

“Ro, do you find all your squishies that attractive?” Remy said.

“I find all of my friends aesthetically pleasing, I love you all, lots. I would kill for all of you without hesitation.” Patton rested his chin on Roman’s head, “Did he talk about their hands?” he asked pointedly.

“He wrote poetry.”

“Not to romo,” Patton said, “but yeah it’s a Roman Crush™.”

“I just said how much I loved you guys and this is the betrayal I receive? I thought y’all were the Evagiline to my Ray- instead you’re the animation industry to my animators.”

“Bitch, you bugged me all last week about the same shit,” Remy shot back, lovingly, “Karma’s here, so tell me his name or I’m stealing your toenails and feeding them to your first born.” He sipped his drink, face victorious.

Mid gasp, Roman felt Patton’s grip around his waist tighten. He turned around curiously finding Patton’s attention no longer at the table.

Roman followed his line of sight, blinking, “Dmitri?”

“You have a crush on D--fuck,” Remy hissed, rubbing where Roman’s heel dug into his thigh.

“Sorry can’t hear you,” Roman gritted through his teeth, “--call again after the beep bi-Hi Dee!”

Patton leaned back in his chair, picking up his book again but had yet to remove his arm.

Dmitri shifted the tray in his hands, “Uh, hey,” he smiled, “Can I talk to you?” His hair was down today, the short bob barely falling past his shoulders, but his clothes were noticeably covered paint, yet frustratingly enough other than that, nothing seemed ruffled or half assed. All clean lines and angles.

“What about?” Roman’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” Remy chimed, waggling his eyebrows, “What abou-oW.”

Dmitri ignored that, “Can I talk to you,” He glanced at Patton, “Privately,” he emphasised, “I found some old art magazines and projects in the library storage room, Mrs. Ider said we can check it out.”

“Uh, okay,” Roman nodded dumbly. He hopped up, snagging a fry before he followed Dmitri.

Walking down the long stretch of hallway, Roman found himself checking his watch several times- something he hardly ever does. Yet, the uncomfortable silence lingered, with only Dmitri’s avoident gazes and the clicks of Roman’s boots to fill the silence.

Lucky for Roman, his tendency for avoidance was relatively short on supply.

“Did I do something wrong?” Roman forced himself not to wince at how needy he sounded.

Dmitri opened the door for him, blinking, “Of course--” his voice dropped to a a whisper as the entered, “Of course not, why do you say so?”

“You seem different?”

“We’ve hardly talked before, aside from text.” Dmitri reasoned, tone awfully similar to when Logan’s trying to justify consuming an entire jar of Crofters in one sitting.

“Dee,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow, “That’s true, but you’re hardly one to get… nervous,” he said, “I’ve heard enough stories from Virgil alone to know.”

Dee froze, neither smiling or frowning, “What… type of stories.” His cheeks were delightfully pinched pink. “Tell me what I did wrong and--” Roman switched on the light to the libraries storage room, hiding a wicked smile as he glanced back, “And I’ll tell you some of my favorites.”

“Just wonderful,” Dmitri muttered, stepping inside as well, “But truthfully you did nothing wrong, I just don’t quite know how to do apologies.”

“Same,” Roman said, “Where are the ‘zines?” he distractedly asked, dragging the step ladder from behind the door.

“Back, left shelf,” Dmitri replied. He steadied the step ladder as Roman climbed up searching the dusty shelves. “What were you trying to not apologize for?” Roman asked, dropping magazines to the floor beside him.

“The...flirting?”

“Oh just the flirting?” he paused, holding a magazine to his chest, “Oh.” he repeated, now breathless. Dmitri looked way, ”Yeah, it didn’t mean anything, sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I swear I’m usually only a little sleazy.”

“So,” Roman dropped the next magazine, ”It was a joke.” He said a bit quieter, the magazine slapped the ground with more force.

“So is everything cool or…?”

“Uh,” Roman breathed in, blinking rapidly, “Uh, yeah it's all-- Wait, did you say boyfriend?”

“Yes...Is he not?”

“Who, who would--Oh. Oh, No, Patton isn’t--” Roman’s shoulders sagged, “We’re just friends.”

Roman stepped down from the ladder and was met with Dmitri’s look of skepticism.

“Oh, then I meant every word.” Dmitri said, all too casually, “Are you always so touchy with your friends?” he questioned, voice softer.

“Only if they want to.” Roman shrugged, “What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t have… that many,” Dmitri admitted with a shrug of his own, the two of them hefting up their own pile of magazines, “And the ones I do would probably punch me if I tried anything like that.”

“Do you want to be able to do that?” Roman questioned, tugging open the door with ease, holding it open for Dmitri with his back. Dmitri was quiet, the two settling the stacks onto a table.

“Hey you don’t have to answer it’s really no pressu--”

“No it's fine,” Dmitri said, hugging his arms, “I’d… think I would, but I doubt any of my friends would want to…” His nose curled, “They’d tell me to piss off and get a girlfriend,”

“Well,” Roman said, “I’m your friend, and I’m certainly not going to promote the heterosexual agenda, unless that’s your thing, so I guess the awful duty of cuddles befalls on me,” He winked.

Dmitri looked at him again, “...I guess it does.”

Ao3

#Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides Fanfiction #Virgil Sanders #Remy Sanders #Patton Sanders #Deceit's name is Dmitri #Sympathetic Deceit #Roceit #Romantic Roceit #Multichaptered #Antithesis #Crossposted

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acuppellarp · 5 years

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Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, MC! We’re excited to have you and Sugar Motta in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Mr. Worldwide (MC), he/him Age: 26 Timezone: PST Ships: Sugar/Money, Sugar/Love Anti-Ships: Sugar/Humility

IC INFO

Full Name: Sugar Valentine Motta Face Claim: BABY V(anessa Lengies) Age/Birthday: 28, July 31st, 1991 Occupation: Socialite, Heiress, Producer of TUAP, Philanthropist, Entrepreneur Personality: Melodramtic. Idealistic. Uninhibited. Materialistic. Industrious Hometown: Newport, Rhode Island Bio:

Sugar Valentine Motta grew up with not a silver spoon in her mouth, but a gold, diamond encrusted one. Her father, Sullivan Motta, inherited his family’s jukebox business which was more lucrative during the 1950s than 2010. So with the money he already had, Sully started a mattress chain and thus, the Motta fortune continued to grow each day (with a little help from his side businesses that Sugar doesn’t find interesting or ask about). The Mottas were a family of three until her mother, Ginger, suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm when Sugar was five. Despite living most of her life without her mother, she still feels a close bond with the woman she hardly knew. Of course, having only her dad around made Sugar into the definition of a daddy’s girl. But who wouldn’t be with a dad as rich and doting as Sully?

Sugar was born and raised primarily in Newport, Rhode Island, a city of not even 30,000 people known for its rich inhabitants, historical and large mansions, and boat ports filled to the brim with yachts. Being an only child and also the only (or more accurately, most important) women in her dad’s life made the heiress fiercely protective of him. More often than not, she tagged along with Sullivan on his business trips for apprising vintage and valuable jukeboxes or opening mattress stores in new cities or events for the luxury hotels and homes he had partnered a contract with. There were some trips he wouldn’t allow her to join, and while she would initially pout about it, Sugar would often just go take a trip of her own with one of her other wealthy friends instead. That became especially more-so when the Motta’s bought a private jet (what? it’s cheaper to fly that way. Probably).

Seeing how liked and respected Sullivan was due to how well he ran his businesses and how he would spare no expense to impress someone, Sugar herself adopted that trait. It seemed to be the Motta Motto to say: “If you got it, flaunt it" with the “it” usually being literal piles of cash With funds being at her disposal, and Sugar never being one to hide that fact, it was easy for her to make friends. Most of them were the kid’s of people her dad knew, rubbed elbows at parties with, or from a past business transaction. And while she knows that some of them just like her because of the money, she doesn’t particularly care. A friend is a friend after all, right? However, it’s because of that her romantic life sometimes suffers.

Next to money and her father, romance was near the top of the list as one of Sugar’s favorite things. She loved to be swooned, she loved the feeling of having a significant other to hold or be held, and to simply have someone to share life with. She had boyfriends in the past, but she was quick to understand that women caught her eye much more. One could only gush about how beautiful Lily Tomlin is so many times before the dots couldn’t avoid being connected. While liking girls didn’t give Sugar much pause, the intimacy that mutual attraction created with them did. She found she loved the romance, yet hesitated when it came to going “all the way” with someone. Being in the world of the rich, it felt like there was a hidden pressure to be the type to enjoy sex leisurely, especially since Sugar seemed to indulge in all other aspects of hedonism. It wasn’t like she hadn’t *tried* it, but she didn’t see what the big deal was. She liked getting to buy and wear the high end silk lingerie than have someone carelessly take it off. However, instead of admit to romantic partners that sex didn’t appeal to her as much as it did to others, she’d find ways to dance around the subject. Or, if all else failed, end relationships prematurely– even if she still harbored feelings for them. Sure, it would hurt for a little, but love was resilient. Love was kind. *And* love was easy to find if you had money. So at the end of the day, Sugar could rationalize that she was young, hot, and rich and therefore, there wasn’t really any reason to rush into anything with anyone. Finding true love young was so 2005 anyway (not that she wouldn’t celebrate every time one of her friends found it).

After graduating high school, Sugar moved to New York City, taking residence with her best friend and life partner Serena Smythe. She learned firsthand how vastly different it is to actually live in a city with millions of inhabitants instead of just visit one for fun, and in truth, Sugar had trouble finding her footing. She was lucky to be living with a friend when she first moved, but she refused to act as lost as she felt. Thankfully, she found that New York was full of people with ideas, and most of these ideas needed money for funding them. So with that, she started branching out into offering to produce or fund various projects for various people. As it turned out, while she loved impressing people with how much money she had, she found it much more rewarding to help create or better someone’s vision. That was even more true when she herself was involved in them. It was due to this that she went to Sully and told him she wanted to take over his Jukebox business, because she had the idea to start updating them too. It was clear her father was holding onto the past busiess, and Sugar knew she had a vision for its future. She wanted to have each jukebox get its own personal selection of classic hits along with songs from the last decade too– as long as it fit the Jukebox’s location. Sully couldn’t say no to his daughter, so he let her take the reigns mostly and as the numbers are showing, her idea is a hit among its clientele. It may be a small feat in the grand scheme of things, but it was something Sugar did mostly on her own and it has caused her to feel much more self assured in a new way that (surprisingly) money couldn’t buy.

Pets: None :~(

Relationships: N/A

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Prin¢ess $ugs | locamotta | Someone once said to me “more money, more problems” but i don’t remember who since they had no money, and therefore, were not my prob 💁‍♀️💋

Five latest tweets:

@locamotta: #restinparadise coco cupid chanel motta. i miss waking up to ur sweet chirping every day. i know ur resting on the shoulder of the legit Coco up in heaven even if birds don’t normally get in. love u my sweet #CocoMo 😇🦜♥👩 😔😭🤧 06/12/10 - 01/20/19 @locamotta: going ✈ where the haters can’t find us #laterbitchez #sug&renatakemykonos @locamotta: snow in NY is fun until it touches the grimy streets and instantly becomes a health hazard #imynewport @locamotta: @buzzfeed I took ur “Which Iconic ‘90s Teen Girl Are You?” quiz and did NOT get cher horowitz I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #boycottbuzzfeed @locamotta: hey sugartwits, i’m feeling too sad to shop but not too sad to spend money: send in ur fave kickstarters and gofundmes so i can make myself happy pls!! dms are still NOT open #leavemealonebrad

#accepted

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manhwaaddict101 · 3 years

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There's blood on the crown, come and take it

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#who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #suddenly i became a princess #suddenly became a princess #i suddenly became a prin #draft

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sugacoateds · 7 years

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ROYAL PAINS / 1

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Fluff / Slight Angst / Crack / Comedy / Romance / Royalty!AU / Guard!Jungkook / Princess!Reader

Word Count: 5,327

Y/N is the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Sevein, the textbook definition of what a Crown Princess should be. Loved and adored by many by her poise, grace, maturity, humility, leadership, and intelligence. What the people of the kingdom don’t know is that she’s never had much opportunity to interact or form bonds with the opposite sex sans for the staff in the palace she resides in, and the attractive but highly obnoxious princes she meets during her travels. She’s only ever had a genuine connection with her loyal guard of six years, Jungkook. Too bad he’ll only ever look at her as a friend. Oh, and too bad he’s gay.

“God, why did you make the princes in the neighbouring kingdoms so attractive yet so insatiable?” you muttered as you walked away from the ballroom where the annual People’s Ball was being held as yet another prince has disappointed you once again for the nth time.

“Your Highness!” you heard one of the workers calling out to you in a concerned tone as she rushed towards you. “Pardon me for being disrespectful Your Highness, but may I ask-“

“Tell father that I refuse to stay another minute to be patronised by the likes of mediocre and misogynistic men for another second. He can reprimand me for my actions tomorrow. But tonight, I want to be alone. Sorry to drop this on you, Seongim. You know I love you but I really do not want to be here, so if you’ll excuse me,” you interrupted her with irritation laced on your tone. You gave her a tight-lipped smile as you continued making your way away from the lavishly decorated ballroom. You tried to get away from there as fast as you can with your designer heels and you started to wonder how the hell did Cinderella even run in glass slippers when she was escaping Prince Charming when you can barely walk in strappy open-toed heels without getting blisters at the back of your foot. For the price you paid for, you should’ve gotten more bang for your buck. Frustrated and in pain from the heels, you shrugged them off the second you were away from the eyes of the people who attended the ball. You sighed in relief as you slipped them off and your feet touched the cold marble floor. Looking around to see if any guards or other workers were in sight around the hall, another sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the floor massaging the balls of your feet hoping for some relief. You leaned your head against the walls of the hall and closed your eyes hoping to escape the buzz of the ball momentarily until-

“Your Highness, are you okay?” you didn’t open your eyes upon hearing the voice of the uninvited company because you would recognise that voice anywhere.

“You can drop the honourifics, Jungkook. At ease.”

“So tell me,” he said as he walked to you and sat next to you, putting his rifle down on the floor “what’s gotten your panties in a wad, princess?”

If someone were to hear a royal guard speaking to the Crown Princess of Sevein like that, they would be thrown into exile within the blink of an eye, but Jungkook had been your personal guard for as long as you could remember. He was assigned to protect you at the young age of eighteen when you were only fifteen. According to your father’s words, the reason why Jungkook was specifically given the responsibility to protect and look over you was that he was the most skilled palace soldier in his age group, given the rightful nickname of “Golden Boy” among his peers and superiors. He was quick, agile, smart, strong and most importantly brave. And being only three years older than you, it was a no-brainer since you always complained to your father that all your guards were too old and whenever you tried to converse with them they either tried too hard to be relatable to the “tweens” or they had no idea what you were talking about 80% of the time.

You first met Jungkook a day before your fifteenth birthday which also happened to be a day before your coronation as Crown Princess. He was shy and timid at first, only speaking when he was spoken to but as time went by, you started to form a real connection with Jungkook which led to friendship, and you were ecstatic about it! Over time, your relationship with Jungkook grew friendlier, it took you two years to convince him that whenever it was just the two of you together, he could disregard the honorifics, but with Jungkook being the upright, professional guard he is, it was quite a struggle for you to convince him to do so.

“Your Highness, it’s not that I don’t want to respect your wishes, I’m just-“

“Scared? Don’t worry, Kook! How many times do I have to tell you? When it’s just us two, I want you to talk to me as if I’m your friend. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m of a higher level than you! You’re my friend and I’m your friend, right?” you questioned him teasingly.

“O-of course, Your High-“

“______.”

“R-right. P-prin-“

“No “princess”. Just ______.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, he felt as if his heart was about to come out of his mouth. Why was he so nervous? What was so difficult about saying ______ out loud?

“O-okay. ______.” he felt as if he just committed a crime by saying your name out loud without your title being in front. Oddly, you didn’t look mad at all, far from it even. You were grinning from ear to ear.

“See! Now was that so bad?”

It was. Jungkook thought but he shook his head.

Everything moved fluidly from then on. You loved your friendship with Jungkook that you would go as far to call him your closest friend, maybe even your best friend. What you didn’t expect from your friendship with him was that you would fall in love with Jungkook. To put it simply, you were fucked.

It was a month after your eighteenth birthday when you realised you were in love with Jungkook. Although he had already been your guard for three years and it had already been more than a year since the two of you talked informally to one another in privacy, there were still invisible boundaries between the two of you. However, that boundary was unknowingly broken that night.

“I smuggled in booze for you.” Jungkook said to you as he sat down at the foot of your bed, waving a bottle of Dom Perignon and two wine glasses in front of you.

“And why exactly did you smuggle in booze for me? You know if I tell father about this, you’d be dead right? Like literally, you’ll be dead. Your family’s never going to hear about you ever again.”

“Come on, ______! You turned eighteen last month! The big one eight! This is a joyous occasion. And me, being the responsible twenty-one year old that I am along with being your guard slash best friend, I wanted to be the first person you share your first alcoholic drink with!” he said to you excitedly.

“You’re far from responsible.”

Jungkook gasped in mock offence. “I cannot believe you just said that, I’ve been your guard for three years and you’ve never died or been injured once, and this is the thanks I get? Wow… I see how you value our friendship now.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatics but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Jesus, you’re dramatic. Maybe you should’ve been an actor instead. Could’ve brought in bigger bucks.” you teased. Jungkook flashed his trademark bunny teeth as he smiled at you and you could feel your heart rate quicken. What the fuck? Why were you reacting this way?

“Come on, _____. One drink at least? For me?” he pouted and you shook the thought of wanting to kiss him away.

“Okay, just one,” you said as your brought your index finger up for emphasis “if I vomit you’re cleaning it up. Don’t call the maids for help.”

“Geez ______, you’re not going to throw up from one measly glass even if you’re a lightweight, it’s alcohol not ipecac.” you furrowed your eyebrows, “How do you even know what ipecac is?” Jungkook didn’t bother looking at you as he replied.

“Training. I don’t know if you forgot but before I became your guard I was a soldier, ______. It’s basic knowledge to me.” he said as he poured champagne in the glasses.

“Here.” he said as he handed a glass to you and as you grazed your fingers against his knuckles to take the glass from his grasp, you felt a foreign but pleasant sensation shoot through your body and down to your core. Was this the result of being an eighteen year old virgin? God, what was up with you today? Were you ovulating? Is your period coming soon? Thankfully for you, Jungkook didn’t seem to notice you being distracted as he nudged his glass against yours. “Cheers, _____. Happy belated birthday.”

You were brought out of your reverie as you looked at him, seeing him smiling at you made you smile. And you let yourself believe that maybe some day you would be the reason behind that smile.

“Thanks, Jungkook.” you sipped the champagne and you grimaced at the taste. Jungkook noticed your expression and smiled, amused by the change in your expression.

“Don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that it just tastes a bit funny.”

“What does it taste like to you?”

“Like, it’s not bad or anything it just tastes like carbonated water with lemon. I just thought it’d taste better. Frankly I’m a bit disappointed.” Jungkook tried to take the glass away from you thinking that you didn’t want it anymore but your grip on the wine glass tightened. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I thought you didn’t want it anymore?” you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t explicitly say I didn’t want it, I just said I expected it to taste better.” Jungkook chuckled and suddenly you didn’t want to hear any other sound except his laugh for the rest of your life, wait, what? Why were you thinking this way? You shook your head as your felt your blood rush to your cheeks and you quickly downed the champagne to avoid the flush on your cheeks be seen by Jungkook.

“Man, your cheeks are really red,” Jungkook put his glass down and put both his hands on your cheeks. “your face is really hot too,” You could feel your face getting hotter and having Jungkook’s hands on your face was no way any alleviation to the problem at hand. “huh, guess you’re a lightweight. Can’t believe you’re this tipsy from just one drink though. You shouldn’t have downed the champagne in one go.” he said, worried. As soon as those words left his mouth, you silently thanked the heavens for making Jungkook so unbelievably dense sometimes.

“I should put you to bed. Hold on.” he got up from the foot of your king-sized bed accidentally knocking down the champagne bottle, spilling its contents on the floor. “Ah, shit.” Jungkook groaned in frustration. You eyed him wordlessly as he stared at the mess he made on your bedroom floor. He crouched on the floor to gauge the severity of the mess. He stood up and put his hands on his hips which accentuated his taut back muscles and you gulped upon seeing him unconsciously flex. He turned to you, “You don’t happen to have a mop in your room, do you?” you bit your lip and shook your head, refusing to let words leave your mouth fearing that you may say something stupid like how hot he looked at the moment and regret it. Jungkook ruffled his hair in frustration and wait, were his arm veins always that pronounced? You watched Jungkook silently as he looked at the wall clock above your bedroom door.

“Shit, is it really two a.m?” you looked at your wall clock and yes, it was in fact, two in the morning. You finally broke your silence, “I-it’s okay, I’ll wake someone up to clean the mess up. D-don’t worr-“ Jungkook shut you up by putting a hand up at you, if you weren’t so distracted by how good he looked, you would’ve told him off for being unconsciously rude in front of a princess, the Crown Princess in fact but you weren’t in the right state of mind to reprimand him. You just had your eyes wide at him wordlessly as you admired how the light of the moon seemed to be reflecting his beautiful, dark brown eyes. Man, what has gotten in you?

“It’s okay, I’ll clean it up. I know what to do.” He did?

You were about to ask him how he was going to clean up the mess but your words didn’t get the chance to leave your lips when you saw Jungkook undo the gold buttons of his navy blue uniform. Your eyes grew wide at the sight, “Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?!” Jungkook stayed silent and continued unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a white undershirt underneath his uniform. He shrugged the navy blue uniform off of him and you nearly gulped at the sight in front of you. His arms were so… big... and he was so... broad... You had no idea that underneath the bulky guard uniform he donned daily was the body of a Greek god. You couldn’t believe that he was hiding that for all the years you’ve known each other. You were taken out of your reverie when you saw Jungkook grab the ends of his undershirt to take it off and you were tempted to let your mouth drop but you locked your jaw to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of your best friend. His abs were well defined, years of hard training evident by the prominent lines on his abdomen. His nipples were so cute, they were a darker brown than his skin and they were erect due to the coldness of your room, it-

Wait, why were you thinking so highly about his nipples? They’re just nipples.

He rolled his undershirt into a ball and went into your en suite bathroom, he turned on the sink and soaked the white undershirt with water before wringing it out. He stalked over to your bed and crouched down on the floor to wipe the spill away. You tried your best to look away from him and focus your attention on something else besides his back; was Jungkook always that tan? His skin was like caramel.

“You know, I have towels. You could’ve just used those instea-“

“One towel of yours costs more than how much I make in six months,” he replied to you without looking up, still wiping at the spill on the floor “and I make enough to live comfortably minus taxes. No thanks, I’d rather ruin my two dollar shirt than your twenty thousand dollar towel.” you kept your mouth shut as Jungkook continued wiping till there was no residue left.

“There, as if nothing happened.” he said as he stood up and looked at the dry floor.

“I can’t believe you had the audacity to say that you would rather ruin your two dollar shirt instead of my twenty thousand dollar towel when you just wasted a bottle of the palace’s Dom Perignon, talk about hypocrisy.” you mocked.

“The champagne wasn’t from the palace, I bought that with my own money.”

“What?” you were confused, why did Jungkook even own a bottle of Dom Perignon? As far as you knew, he rarely drank champagne. He preferred spirits and liqueurs, not wine and champagne. So why would he even buy one in the first place?

“I bought it for you; as a birthday gift. Thought you might’ve liked it. Felt bad I missed your birthday because I had to go to Europe that week for training, so I bought it when I was there. For you.” upon hearing those words your heart rate quickened again. Although you knew that Jungkook only ever saw you platonically, and that he only thought of you then because you were his best friend, you let yourself believe that maybe he possibly viewed you as something a little more.

Jungkook sat in front of you and your mattress dipped under his weight, “I love you, ______.” you looked at him in disbelief, you were about to question him and asked him what he meant but he didn’t notice and continued on “You’re my best friend and I felt awful I missed your birthday and I think I ruined it even more by spilling all this champagne on the floor.” he chuckled. Oh. He loved you that way. Serves you right for thinking he thought of you as more than that. You sighed in disappointment and Jungkook assumed that you sighed because you were tired of him ranting on and on.

“You didn’t ruin my birthday, Jungkook. Don’t worry, okay? I love you too.” you forced a smile to him, hoping it’d convince him and make him finally leave because the longer he seemed to stay, the harder it was for you to breathe. Jungkook seemed to take the hint and he smiled warmly at you, pushing a strand of hair behind your left ear. He kissed the top of your forehead and you wished he didn’t.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said as he left your room with his soiled undershirt in one hand and his guard uniform messily put on his shoulders along with any hope you had regarding his feelings towards you.

You found out Jungkook was gay last year. It was Christmas, one of your favourite holidays of the year. Your father loved celebrating Christmas and it was always evident in how he behaved whenever December rolled around. He would be less uptight and more lenient with smile lines replacing his frown lines during Christmas. He would give all the workers of the palace early leaves and added bonuses to thank them for their service all year round. Only a handful of workers chose to stay at the palace during the joyous holiday, with Jungkook being one of the few.

It was Christmas Eve when you decided to tell Jungkook how you felt about him, preparing yourself for the best and the worst It had been two years since the champagne incident a month after your 18th birthday when you first realised your feelings for him. You decided to replay those events in a more romantic way; you had a mat laid out for the two of you on the balcony of your bedroom, with several scented candles surrounding the mat. Two glasses of champagne on the mat with another bottle of Dom Perignon in an ice bucket, a large and thick, fluffy blanket to keep the two of you warm, and most importantly, mistletoe hanging above the door of your balcony. Satisfied with your arrangement, you left your bedroom to look for Jungkook with butterflies fluttering in your stomach and hope in your heart. You closed the door of your room as subtly as you could to not alert anyone. Since many workers weren’t around, any noise you would make would tenfold due to the lack of life in the palace. You silently stalked your way towards the mess hall of the living quarters where Jungkook would frequent whenever he wasn’t working. When you arrived, the door to the mess hall was slightly ajar which enabled you to view the inside of the mess hall without being seen. You couldn’t see very clearly but you could definitely make out that the person sitting on the table of the mess hall was Jungkook, you would recognise him anywhere under any circumstance. You were about to go in and ask him to follow you when you saw that Jungkook wasn’t alone. He was with someone you’ve never seen before, was it a friend of his? A relative? Jungkook and the unknown man were both sitting on the table with their backs facing the door, their backs unknowingly turned to you. It seemed that the both of them were in deep conversation but Jungkook kept his head down throughout the entirety of the conversation. He seemed shy and timid for some reason, starkly different to the Jungkook that you’ve grown to know and love. The unnamed man took a hold of Jungkook’s chin, forcing Jungkook to look him in the eyes and before you knew it, the man closed the small distance they had between them and kissed Jungkook on the lips.

Your jaw dropped to the floor. You stumbled back and ran back towards your bedroom as fast as you could, not caring if you woke anyone up in the process. As you got to your room and locked your door, your knees gave in and you ended up on the floor with your head against the door. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as tears travelled down your cheeks. You weren’t disgusted at him for kissing another man, you weren’t mad at him, neither were you disappointed by the fact that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. You were mad at yourself for allowing yourself to fall for someone who you never had a chance with. Jungkook deserved to be happy. And on that day you told yourself, that maybe if you forced yourself to be happy for Jungkook, you’d believe it and be happy too.

And now, here you were-

“I hate princes.” you said to Jungkook without opening your eyes, he said as he turned the safety trigger of his rifle on since there were only the two of you and there was no need to worry about being interrupted or attacked since you were in an isolated part of the palace, far from the hustle and bustle of the ball. He chuckled upon hearing you.

“That why you left the ball?” he asked and you nodded, finally opening your eyes to look at him. Jungkook seemed to get more handsome as the years went by, he was about to turn twenty-four in a few weeks which reminded you that you should get him something soon for his birthday since he’s been consecutively getting you great gifts for your birthdays. “Tell me what happened, then. I’m all ears.” Jungkook sighed as he took your hand in his free one. You sighed in frustration as you reminded yourself of the night’s earlier events.

“Okay so this was what happened,”

You were in conversation with your father and his right-hand man discussing on political affairs when the Crown Prince of Caeria came to you, interrupting your conversation.

“I am so sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty,” he said to your father “but may I please have this dance with Princess ______ right here? She looked absolutely ravishing tonight and it would be foolish of me to not take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” he smiled to you and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Of course, Mingyu! Go ahead, don’t let me stop you.” your father said as he flashed a knowing smile at you, he liked Mingyu and you did too. “Have fun, you two.” Mingyu’s smile grew wider at that and he held his hand out to you and you took it as the both of you moved away from your father and his right-hand man. He whispered in your ear as you got far enough to not be heard within earshot.

“Forgive me for taking you away from them, Your Highness but I didn’t actually ask for you to dance.” you were confused.

“You didn’t?” he shook his head and he had a handsome, boyish grin on his face as he looked at you. ��No, I didn’t. I actually wanted to get you alone for a minute, would you mind following me to the garden?” you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress the growing smile on your face. You liked Mingyu a lot. He was kind, compassionate, humble, tall, and handsome to top it all off. He was perfect for you. And to make things better, he seemed to like you too! As the pair of you were walking towards the garden unseen, you took notice of your hand felt in his. His hold was firm, warm, and it made you feel secure. This must be a sign! Mingyu was definitely the one for you.

“Here we are,” he said as the two of you arrived. He let go of your hand and you frowned at the loss of warmth but he quickly intertwined both of his hands into yours. “I finally have you alone.” he whispered dreamily into the air.

“Why do you need me alone?” you questioned him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk even though you were pretty sure you knew why he brought you here. He was about to confess his feelings for you and propose! It’s been months since you two first met each other and the connection the both of you shared was electric. Maybe the relationship between you and Jungkook never happened to make way for Mingyu, and you mentally patted yourself on the back for being so patient and understanding because at least now you know that love takes its time. Mingyu gently pushed you backwards as your back hit the wall surrounding the garden. He was about to kiss you! It was about time too, you were twenty-one and still had your first kiss, patiently and firmly believing that you’d give your first kiss to your true love. You never thought you’d be having your first kiss at the palace garden in the middle of the night but you thought that if it was with Mingyu, everything else would fall perfectly into place. He looked down at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t really pinpoint in the moment. He moved his head down, this is it! He’s about to kiss you! Your head felt dizzy as it buzzed with excitement, you closed your eyes as you waited for him to press his lips onto yours. You waited, and waited but…?

He’s kissing you, alright. You could tell by the sensation you felt on the side of your neck. Okay, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you there. He left a trail of kisses from underneath your right earlobe to the top of your collarbone, leaving a disgustingly wet one there. Okay… Maybe he just had a different way of kissing…? Maybe Caerian men had a specific technique or something. He inhaled deeply at your neck, “God, I’ve been waiting so long for this. Let me kiss you somewhere else now.”

Finally. You closed your eyes in preparation once again, but after a few seconds of nothing, you opened your eyes to discover that he was gone.

The fuck?

“Mingyu…?” you called out looking around you.

“Down here, sweetheart.” you looked down and saw that Mingyu was on his knees in front of you with his hands behind the fold of your knees.

“Mingyu! What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed in exasperation.

“Uh, I’m about to eat you out? What else does it look like I’m doing?” he answered you incredulously.

What the fuck is up with this guy? When he said he wanted to kiss you somewhere else you weren’t expecting him to kiss you there.

Mingyu’s hands were ruffling the bottom of your dress up to get to your core and before things could go further, you kicked him in the chest. He clutched his chest in pain as he fell backwards.

“What the fuck, _____? I thought you wanted this! The both of us are clearly attracted to each other, what gives?” he asked you angrily. You didn’t want to tell him you were a virgin who’s only gone as far as a peck on the cheek with a guy, so you did what you had to do and bolted from the garden. Hoping that he wouldn’t tell anyone (which you doubted he would because that would put his reputation as the adored prince of his kingdom on the line) as you ran away from the garden as fast as you could which led you to where you were now.

Seated on the floor with Jungkook also seated next to you. You sighed after you finished telling Jungkook your story.

“Jesus, I thought he’d be nice. He was always nice to me but I always knew there was something off with him.” Jungkook stated amused by your story.

“Oh my God, please don’t remind me of him ever again.” Jungkook laughed heartily. And you sighed in disappointment for the nth time that night. “Men are such a disappointment.”

“I’m an exception, right?” Jungkook winked at you when he asked.

You were the first disappointment I had, you thought but instead you rolled your eyes playfully at Jungkook. You never told him how you really felt about him and you weren’t planning on telling him anytime soon either. You pinched his cheek as you smiled warmly at him.

“Yeah, Jungkook. You’re an exception,” you rested your head against his shoulder and for a brief moment you allowed yourself to revel in the thought that Jungkook was yours and you were his when you knew you could never be but you’ll give yourself this just once. You deserved it after the hellish night you had to endure with Mingyu.

“I wish I wasn’t so blinded by the idea of love, I’ve been disappointed by stupid princes who think with their below-average penises for so long,” Jungkook was silent as you continued ranting on, “and I feel like such a hopeless sap for believing in love when I’m just constantly setting myself up for disappointment all the fucking time.” Jungkook tightened his hold on your hand and you tried to suppress your quickening heartbeat. Why did Jungkook’s hand feel so right in yours? “Is there something wrong with me? For wanting a special connection with someone? For wanting… love? I’ve been holding out on my first kiss and my virginity for this special someone I’m not even sure exists and I know the concept is super outdated and that one’s virginity is a social construct but I just... I don’t know, I guess what I wanted was to fall in love with someone before I give them my all, you know? God, I’m just so naïve, aren’t I? Maybe I should’ve just let Mingyu eat me out and-“

“______ stop.” Jungkook let go of your hand to turn his body to face you.

“You are a person that I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to get to know and you deserve love more than anyone I know in this world. You are kind, you are smart, you are considerate, you are humble, you are compassionate, and you are beautiful. Never think otherwise and never let anyone convince you otherwise either, okay?” you smiled sadly and nodded, assuring him.

“You sounded a lot like Viola Davis in The Help then.” you chided and Jungkook chuckled.

“Viola Davis in The Help is a classic and she won tonnes of awards for that movie, so I’m taking that as a compliment, thank you.” you got on your knees and sat in Jungkook’s lap as you hugged him and hid your face in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply at his scent, he smelled like a combination of aftershave and detergent. It wasn’t particularly special or unique in any way but you liked it because it was Jungkook. You knew that you were crossing a line with Jungkook here and that you’ll just fall even more for him after this but for tonight you’d allow yourself this much just this time, you deserved it, after all. He reciprocated your actions by putting his arms around your waist and his chin on top of your head. You silently hoped that time would stop so you and Jungkook could stay in the arms of one another forever

“I love you, _____. I love you so, so much. Don’t forget that, okay?”

You smiled sadly, “I love you too, Jungkook.” you said back to him but the difference was that your words were laced with more than platonic love while you knew that his weren’t.

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reinswoth-bdo · 4 years

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Kyranaa

Kyranaa was a princess - a kingdom far out in the East. She was arranged to be married at the age of 18 due to political bond. She was a very friendly princess. You can see her in the town and market along with her personal guard, Kieyra Ai (known most of the time as Kieyra).

She was kidnapped on a very peaceful day while on her way to meet her future prince. All her escorts and guards were killed - it was unfortunate event and Kieyra was not around to protect her as she sent her away for a hidden mission.

She woke up as her eyes were blindfolded. She tried to scream but her mouth was gagged with a piece of clothes. She heard few of her kidnappers were talking in foreign language but lucky for her, she is multilingual.

“So what are we going to do with the princess? The Prince didn’t say what was our rewards for this!” She gasped, shocked from the conversation.

‘The prince told them to kidnap me?’ She asked herself. She tried to struggle to loosen the rope on her wrist but were caught as she making a bit too loud noise.

“Oh, the Princess awake! What are we going to do?!” One of the kidnappers said, panic could be heard in his voice.

“Shut up! Help me, make sure she won’t run or struggle more!” This voice sounded harsher than before. She keeps trying to scream through the gag but no avail - they tied the rope tighter as she could feel it started to burn her skin on the wrist.

Not long after, a cold wind passed on her skin - sending shivers on her whole body and a loud thud of boots were heard or that is what she thought.

“Release her!” Another voice was heard - this time, this voice sounded more firm. She turned to the direction despite unable to see anything. She heard few screams and clung of metals as they were fighting.

“This was not what we agree on, Prince-” It went silent. Kyranaa now knew who is the man. Not long after, she felt her hands were released and she quickly yanked away the blindfold and the cloth in her mouth - taking a deep breathe before she pulled out a sword from of the men. She directly pointed the tip of the sword to the man who she thought is the ‘Prince’.

“Why would you tell these men to kidnap me?”

“Calm down, Princess Kyranaa,” the ‘Prince’ spoke. She still has not lowered her sword.

“Explain,” her voice shaky but she tried to keep herself firm and strict.

“You must be mistaken... It was my brother - I mean, twin brother.”

“Prove it,” she demanded. The Prince sighed and called one of his men, letting him prove to her.

As fast as light, a figure in red hood suddenly stood beside Kyranaa - whispering ‘Princess’ before they both went invisible into the thin air. The sword held by Kyranaa were released and dropped onto the ground.

Kyranaa and Kieyra went back to their kingdom - only to find it became a ghost town.

“Wha... What happened?” Kyranaa asked in half whisper.

“I’m sorry, Princess... When you sent me away, your future husband has been killed. I came back to you but the King said he has sent you away so I tried to follow you... And it happened. The King asked me to save you-” Before Kieyra could finish, Kyranaa screamed out loudly as she was possessed. ‘Half-alive’ is what the state they called, Kyranaa walked away lifelessly and suddenly crimson glaives appeared on her hands in a black shadow.

Skillfully, she wielded them and out of nowhere, few enemies appeared. She slaughtered them all with Kieyraassisting her. When it was all over, she felt down to the ground unconscious. The glaives disappeared - opening a dark portal that pulling her in.

“Princess!!!” Kieyra called and held onto her before them both went into the portal.

They both fell unconscious and landed on an unfamiliar land. Kieyra was the first to be awake after the event. Kyranaa still unconscious - Kieyra carried her towards the nearest town called Olvia.

“He-HELP!” Her cries were heard by a villager.

“Miss, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m okay but please... Please, help prin- Help my friend. Help Kyranaa!” Kieyra being in panic and almost fell down from carrying Kyranaa. The villager help Kieyra and took them towards the nearest inn. Rozenelle saw them as she was visiting the village. She noticed them both looking different.

“What happened?” Rozenelle approached them and saw a crying girl with an unconscious girl. Hyperventilating, Kieyra unable to say anything. Kieyra put her hand onto Kyranaa and a subtle green glow appeared.

“Don’t worry. Your friend will be fine. Let her rest few days,” Rozenelle rubbed her back in calming manner.

“What is your name?”

“My name is... Ai.”

“Your friend?”

“Kyranaa...”

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shewhowantsmouseears · 6 years

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The Son Of Scheherazade, Chapter 4

Notes: As always, big thanks to my wonderful editors Drucilla and BlueShifted!

The last scene is my favorite one. Had I the power and ability, I'd turn it into a broadway smash. I repeatedly had Millionaire by Cash Cash & Digital Farm Animals ft. Nelly and Lottery by Train on as I wrote it.

Summary: As Mickey falls head over heels for the magician's assistant, he learns that not every romance has the chapters needed for a happily ever after.

Romantic love was an abstract concept to young Prince Mickey. It was the sort of thing that he found difficult to believe existed because he didn't quite understand it. He knew his parents loved each other very much, but he also found love to be so embarrassing he didn't know why anyone would want to indulge it. Why would you want to make those silly kissy faces and call someone ridiculous pet names and devote so much of your time to a complete stranger?

It wasn't until that day that Mickey understood that love wasn't something you really had any say in, because if he had a choice, he would not be intently staring at this beautiful girl in a fake magic show while his parents were probably in danger. A part of him was mentally trying to drag himself away and get back to work, but the rest of him had his feet planted and his eyes wide, not budging an inch. He'd watch her for the rest of his life if he could. It wasn't his fault she was so pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty...

“What wonderful tricks will you perform for us, master?” the girl asked, hands clasped together, smiling sweetly.

“Do the monkey trick again!” one audience member cried out, and another shouted, “The card tricks, show us the card tricks again!”

Mortimer ignored these requests, taking off his coat and turning it inside out to show there were no secret compartments. “It's a little chilly today...I wish my coat was made out of...” Another pause, his tongue flicking back and forth as he tried to think of something. “...red, blue, and...gold poodle fur!” And in a puff of pink smoke, that was exactly what it became, much to the audience's surprise and delight.

“Isn't he great?” A man standing beside the prince and his companions laughed. “This guy's been to ten different cities, but he never does the same trick twice... Or at least never in the same exact way.”

“A-huh,” said Mickey who wasn't paying attention to anything being said.

Horace gave up on trying to drag either of his crewmates away, so he crossed his arms and settled in for the long haul. “I guess originality's a good thing, but that kind of seems like a stretch. Why wouldn't you do the same trick in a different town? It's not like they'd know about it.”

“A-huh,” said Mickey who would have found this interesting if the pretty girl on stage didn't exist... who, it seemed, was getting tired? After that last trick, she put a hand to her chest and her breath appeared to quicken.

“And for my next trick,” Mortimer announced after putting his new coat back on, “I will now...” He took off one of his white gloves, “Pull a water buffalo out of my glove!”

Suddenly the girl seemed to jump, and she quickly ran to Mortimer's side, tugging on his coat. “M-Master, we – you can't do that trick!”

Mortimer stopped in place, and his cheesy expression began to grow cold, glaring down at his assistant, his showman's voice now hissing. “What have I told you about interrupting the gig?”

“But, master...” the girl pleaded, trying to keep on a worried smile. “You already performed that trick in the last town, remember...?”

“So what?” Goofy chirped, bouncing on his heels. “I wanna see it! C'mon, where's the water buffalo?”

Horace looked at his captain. “Do you even know what a water buffalo is?”

“Nope! So it makes me wanna see him pull one out even more!”

Mortimer pulled his hand back as he tried to recall what trick was performed where. “Shhhoooot. Why didn't you tell me before I got on stage!”

The girl stepped back, still smiling but it was clear, at least to Mickey, that it wasn't an honest one. “I tried to, master, but you said you didn't need my help...”

“I don't need your-” But Mortimer cut himself off, realizing that this argument wasn't going to help sales. He cleared his throat and chuckled, turning back into the charming performer. “That is...an audience like this doesn't deserve a water buffalo! They deserve something better! Like... an ice buffalo! A buffalo made completely out of ice!” But when he tried to reach into the glove again, nothing came out. He shot the girl an annoyed look, and in turn she merely raised one eyebrow, and he grumbled, “I wish I could pull a buffalo made out of ice from my glove!” This time he had no problem, pulling out a miniature statue of a buffalo made out of ice. “Ta-da!”

The audience cheered and clapped, save for Horace, who was fairly sure Clarabelle was going to kill them for being late, and for Mickey, who was frowning at the mistreatment his first love – shut up, he told his head, no she isn't – was going through. It was oddly enough the right thing to snap him out of his lovesick stupor – which he wouldn't admit to having because if he turned into his mortifying parents... he would rather jump off a cliff. More importantly, Mortimer the Magnificent had no right to treat anyone that way when they were just trying to help.

Mortimer was relieved that he won the audience back over, but he needed to make-up for all the time lost during that argument, maybe even make them forget it ever happened. “And I wish for a mountain of eastern silk robes to appear!” Which, in another puff of pink smoke, appeared. “And now I wish for the robes to turn into cobwebs!” Which they did. “And now I wish the cobwebs to turn into kitty-cats!” Which they did. “And now I wish the kitty-cats were solid gold carrots!” Which they did, making the audience shout “WOW!” louder and louder with each transformation.

Because Mickey was the only one watching the girl instead of the show, he was the only one to notice how exhausted she was becoming, even though all she was doing was encouraging the audience to applaud. With every new trick, sweat began to roll down her fur, her knees began to buckle, and soon she was so overwhelmed she had to sit on the stage.

Mortimer didn't notice, didn't care, or perhaps had some combination of both. “And for my greatest trick, I wish-”

“Master!” the girl suddenly cried out, her hand to her chest, panting heavily. “I... I think the audience is... so moved by your amazing tricks, they need... a minute to let it all sink in!”

Once again, Mortimer stopped being Magnificent and became maddened, storming over and sticking his index finger in her face. “What did I just say about interrupting the show?! Your only job here is to flash those pretty eyelashes and keep the audience hyped!” The girl flinched, drawing back, but Mortimer wasn't finished with her. “Keep this up, and I swear I'll-”

“YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!”

Now everyone's attention was to the far back of the audience where Mickey stood, his hands balled up into fists. Anger like this was still new to him, so he let it flow through every vein and take over his whole mind. Beauty or not, there was no way he was going to let anyone get assaulted in front of him. He began to walk forward and the audience parted like the Red Sea, suddenly frightened by the fire in his eyes. “You will step away from her... right now.”

Mortimer straightened his back, swallowing hard. “Hey, hey, let's take it easy!” He laughed nervously, fingers pressed together. “You're taking this too seriously! This is all... just... part of the act! Right, babe?” He stared at her intensely, trying not to glare while getting the point across.

The girl bit her lip, and then she looked at Mickey – by gosh those were some deep beautiful blue ocean eyes that NO, FOCUS - and while she had looked out at the audience before, it had been as one collective group, never focusing solely on one person. Now she was actually looking at him, and Mickey could feel his heart skipping a beat. She was still tired, her whole body sagging, but those eyes of hers were still as bright and alive as a new dawn. There was surprise here, naturally, but a sadness that couldn't be put into words. Had it been there all this time since he first saw her? What did she look like when she was genuinely happy?

Mickey offered his hand to her, his voice quiet and gentle. “Are you okay?”

The girl looked down at his hand, and for the briefest of moments she seemed to consider it, lifting her own hand up an inch. Yet within seconds any hope within her died, and her hand curled up – it was then that Mickey saw she was wearing golden cuffs on her wrist. He'd seen something like that back in his home – when newcomers would come to the kingdom, and his parents made it explicitly clear that in their laws, one crime against humanity would never be tolerated there – and his rage was ignited all over again. “Is she your slave?!” His hand shot out, grabbing the girl's wrist and holding it up for all to see. There, on her left wrist, the cuff said “Minnie.”

Collective groups of the crowd gasped, others shocked into silence, and Mortimer flailed his arms wildly. “Nooo no no no no no! It's a fashion statement! Look, I've got them too!” He yanked down on his sleeves, and true to his word he was wearing an identical set of cuffs on his own wrists. Sighs of relief smoothed out the audience, but Mickey wasn't convinced.

“What is she to you?” Mickey let the girl – Minnie? What a nice name, pretty name DANG IT KNOCK IT OFF - go and began to reach for the hilt of his scimitar nestled on his belt. “I'm not going to let you treat her like garbage!”

Mortimer's patience for interruptions was wearing thin. “Look, what does it matter to you? It's all a show! Who do you think you are, anyway?”

Mickey stood tall and proud, a thumb to his chest. “I am Prin-”

“Preeettyyy sure that's enough of you, mister!” Horace and Goofy were suddenly on both of Mickey's sides, clamping their hands over his mouth and dragging him away.

“Real sorry about that!” “His first magic show, he got a little too excitable!”

“Keep up the good work!” “Don't mind us!”

Mickey kicked and yelled, but he couldn't free himself from their grasp until they were in the way back of the crowd, the audience beginning to mesh again. Mortimer cleared his throat, brushing down his long coat. “Maybe it's about time I wrap things up! Two more tricks, and then Mortimer the Magnificent's gotta move on out!”

Meanwhile, Mickey finally wrestled his way out of hands and fingers. “What are you two doing?!”

“Saving your hide, thank you very much,” Horace whispered, trying to encourage Mickey to do the same. “You can't go around telling people you're a P-R-I-N-C-E!”

“And why not?!”

“First off, not everyone is as nice as we are,” Goofy explained, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. “Some folks may look good enough, but the moment money enters their mind, it's like they become a different person. They might think they could hold you for hostage, or try to follow you and steal all you've got!”

“Secondly,” Horace continued, “You've got no authority outside of your kingdom! Even if we run into places that use slavery, you've got no power to stop it! And we can't liberate every single person we find, or those higher-ups will make sure we can never enter their lands again! I know it's rough, but if we're gunna try to find your parents, we gotta play it smart!”

Mortimer scanned the audience to find the richest looking individual, which happened to be a short lady covered head to toe in expensive jewelry. “You there, ma'am! What's the most prized possession you own?”

The woman tapped her chin with her finger. “Why, that would have to be my Ming vase, it's worth millions!”

Mickey knew his friends were making sense, but his heart was still burdened by the ethics and morals he thought applied to the entire world. “But if she's really his slave, we can't just leave her with him! It's not right! You can't expect me to just abandon her!”

Mortimer drew himself up, wiggling his fingers. “I wish this woman's Ming vase would appear in my hands!” A puff of pink smoke, and there it was, with the woman laughing gleefully at what she thought was an amazing fake knock-off and the audience clapping.

“Mickey, you have to think real carefully,” Goofy spoke as kindly as he could, kneeling down to meet Mickey at eye-level. “Right now, it's a choice... that girl, or your parents. You can't save everybody.”

Mortimer eyed the vase, drooling at the sight of something that would make anyone owning it rich for the rest of their lives. “And for my last trick... I wish this woman's Ming vase would reappear where I think it belongs.” He smirked as the vase vanished, and the audience burst into wild cheers for his last trick, though they were begging for more as they threw coins at his feet. Minnie began to pick them up one by one, eyeing the boy in the back.

Mickey shook with anger, and he snatched Clarabelle's list from Goofy's hand. “Maybe you can't, but I won't be that kind of person! I refuse! If you can't save everyone, then maybe I don't want to sail with you!” He then ran off as fast as his feet would take him, blinded by anger, frustration, and the horrible realization that Goofy was possibly right.

Horace was about to go after Mickey, but Goofy placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head silently. Horace slowly nodded in understanding. Mortimer had also noticed the boy taking off, and he was still burned by embarrassment. “And I wish that boy's most prized possession would reappear where I think it belongs,” he growled under his breath, shoving his hands in his pockets as he began to leave the stage.

Minnie heard this, dropping a few coins in shock. “Master!”

“Don't lose a single one,” Mortimer huffed as the crowd began to disperse. “Then get to the shopping and chores. We're out of here tomorrow.”

Goofy tilted his head, watching Mortimer storm off the stage. “I wonder why, with all his magic, he doesn't just poof himself home.”

Horace put a hand to his face, deciding that it was pointless telling Goofy that Mortimer had no magic.

Which, in a sense, was true.

~*~

Mickey ran and ran until his feet were crying out in pain and he was hopelessly lost. Yet as tired as his body was, he was still surging with anger and hopelessness. People were going back and through the marketplace, no one stopping to bless the Son of Scheherazade for years to come. It was just what he needed, since he didn't want anyone to see how close to tears he was. He really couldn't do anything to help that girl? He had to choose between doing the right thing and helping his parents? Could he live doing that every day? Could his parents understand that choice?

He had taken Goofy's list to prove he could get all the supplies he needed all on his own, but he also needed something to vent himself out on. He ripped the list to shreds, and once it was all gone, he slammed his fists into the wall of a bricked up shop, slammed again, slammed it three times before pressing his forehead to the bricks. What had he been expecting? He was still useless. He'd never be able to do anything. He was nothing but the Son of Scheherazade. A stupid, weak, naive little boy that couldn't do anything on his own.

Mickey sniffled, fighting off tears again, and pushed himself off the wall – just in time to bump into someone carrying so many bags and packages that it covered their face and head. Both shouted in surprise, and all the supplies sprawled out onto the ground. “Oh no! I-I'm so sorry!” Mickey apologized, kneeling down and scrambling to try and pick it all back up.

“No, no, it's my fault, I wasn't watching here I was going.”

“I was the one who...” Mickey trailed off, recognizing that familiar voice. He looked over, and there, now kneeling at his side, was Minnie. He made a most undignified “UH!” sound, feeling his tail snap up straight. What were the odds?! His usual depression and self-loathing were set aside because she was now much much MUCH closer to him than before and she even smelled nice wow...

Minnie blinked twice before her own recognition hit. “Oh! You're the boy from the show!”

Well that nice moment ended quickly. “I'm not a boy,” Mickey insisted, despite mentally calling himself that a minute ago, “I'm a man! I'm an official man, I'm eighteen years old.”

“Official man?” Minnie repeated with a hint of amusement, picking up her things. “So there was paperwork and laws involved?”

Mickey got the sense he was being teased. “Of course not. It just... happens, when you turn eighteen.” He was tempted to ask how old she was, but even he knew that was probably dangerous territory when it came to women, especially women you weren't 100% certain about their names. “I mean, I'm pretty sure that's how it goes... is that not what happens in other kingdoms?”

“Lots of lands have lots of different rules about ages.” Minnie shrugged, her arms full again.

“Sounds like you've been to a lot of places.” He was almost jealous.

“I've been here and there.” but Minnie didn't add anything more, as if reluctant to go into details. “...Thank you for helping me. Is that what official men do?” Another hint of a tease.

“I think this is what anyone with common decency does.” Mickey retorted, his arms also full of all kinds of goodies. “This is a lot of stuff for one little lady!”

“It's not for me, it's for my master.”

Once again, the good mood was snuffed out, and Mickey's face went dark. “You still have to call him that even when you're not performing?”

“It is my duty,” Minnie replied with a tired sigh, not wanting to explain this either. She took a step further to try and take her things from Mickey, but he took a step back.

“If Mortimer the Megalomaniac isn't going to help you,” Mickey insisted, “then I will. Just show me the way, and I'll help deliver it!” He finished with a smile, always happy to help.

Yet Minnie was wary, eyeing him up and down suspiciously. “He won't pay you for your trouble.”

“Okay.”

“...And I can't pay you either.”

“Okay.”

Minnie waited, and then pouted. “Well, then what are you expecting to get out of this?”

Mickey looked at her as if she'd just asked why fish in the sea were wet. Wasn't the answer obvious? “I'm not expecting anything, I just wanna help! Besides, if that jerk gave me a single coin, I'd make him eat it.”

Minnie watched him carefully, a puzzle forming in her head until she seemed to solve it with one nod. “Oh, I see... very well, come along.” She began to walk, and Mickey followed, his own questions unanswered. Why did she seem to distrust him even though he had stood up for her? Had Mortimer corrupted her worldview that much? Boy, if there was anyone in the world that deserved a kick to the shin, or somewhere a little more up north...

“My name's Mickey.” he said, trying to steer the conversation towards something more pleasant. “What's yours?”

She hesitated, but it didn't take long for her to relent. “My name is Minnie.” She paused in her walk to let some playing children pass by.

Mickey had been right, her name was Minnie. Minnie, Minnie, he wanted to practice saying it on his tongue but there was no way he could do it in front of her without sounding nuts. “Have you been in this town long, Minnie?” There, he got away with it once, and it felt pleasant. Minnie Minnie Minnie.

“We've only been here for a few days, and we're leaving tomorrow.” One of the children dropped their straw doll, and Minnie tried to return it while juggling her armload of packages. “I think we're headed for Attalaa next, it's very close.”

Mickey pondered if he could get away with putting that location on their map. “I've never been there... guess you could say I've never really been anywhere. I'm a little bit sheltered.” This got a curious and confused look from his companion. “What?”

“Why would you admit that?” Didn't this boy – man, heehee – have any sense of self-preservation? Who stated their faults that easily?

“...Because it's the truth?” Mickey answered with a big shrug. “Maybe I never had too many normal conversations myself. No one really listens to what I have to say... they care more about what I am than who I am.”

Minnie's eyes went down as much she'd allow without tripping over herself. “I know what that's like. After a while, you wonder what's the point of speaking up.”

“Y-Yeah, exactly! Like, why bother learning how to speak at all if no one listens?”

“But if you never said anything, people act like you're the one with the problem.”

“And you don't know what to do, it's like you can't do anything right! You're useless, you feel like... like... like...”

“You shouldn't exist?”

The mice stopped their walking to have their eyes meet. Despite the conversation starting off nicely enough, neither of them had expected to find a similar suffering. They weren't sure what to do with this information, but it wasn't unwelcome. Minnie shifted the packages in her arms a little, eyes shyly looking back and forth between the ground and Mickey's face.

“I didn't think anyone else felt that way,” she murmured after a moment, perhaps lost in a time of ageless memories. “Maybe I thought no one could ever understand... but...” She then shook her head to dismiss herself of the notion. “I shouldn't...”

Mickey leaned in, wondering what the matter was. “Minnie? What is it?” It was if she was almost admitting something but then had punished herself for daring to try.

“It's nothing.”

“If it's important to you, it's not nothing.”

A stretch of silence passed between them, and then Minnie quietly chuckled low in her throat. “It'd be nice if you stayed this way.” Her eyes saw him again. “The way you were at the show... if you're like that everywhere you go, I don't think you're useless at all.” Then she did something so spectacular, so amazing, so heart-stopping wonderful that Mickey could have died happy right then and there.

Minnie smiled. An honest, true, sincere smile that emphasized the pinkness of her cheeks and the beauty of her face, as if it was one she hadn't given to anyone in a long, long time. Nothing in his mother's stories could have ever described what Mickey was seeing. It wasn't just the fact that she was good looking that made it so special – this was a special smile, a rarity, something she didn't get to do too often, a hidden treasure that had been carefully unlocked. This was a smile that only one person could get to see.

Mickey wasn't prepared for it, and it stunned him so deeply that he dropped all the packages in his arms and said, “Wow.”

Minnie jumped. “What are you doing?!”

“Wha-OH! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Mickey wildly tried to salvage what had now met the ground twice, hoping he hadn't broken anything. “I'm sorry, it was just, you're so pretty-” No!” “I didn't mean that! Not that you're not pretty, of course you are, I-” Nooo! “I'm sorry, I don't know how to talk like a normal person, not that I'm weird or strange or anything you should be afraid of-” STOP TALKING! “I don't know how to talk to pretty girls!”

Mickey continued to decompose verbally in front of Minnie, flailing and hyperventilating while trying to pick up what he'd dropped, yet dropping it all over again as he kept saying more embarrassing things. Why hadn't his parents prepared him how to talk to girls?! … Oh, right, because Mickey would have run out of the room. Minnie just blinked slowly at this odd spectacle, having never seen anything quite like this in all her years. Because this was something she'd rarely seen, it caused a rare reaction.

Minnie's lips twitched, then quivered, and then she burst – she began to giggle loudly, almost losing her own packages. Her body shook and trembled, and she had to take a step back to make sure she didn't collapse from giggling fits. Mickey's face reddened to bright tomato red, but on the plus side, he had made her laugh, which was worth losing whatever dignity he had. He flashed a toothy grin, chuckling quietly. People passing by stifled their own snickers, thinking that a couple of silly kids were having a very unusual first date.

Minnie finally managed to catch her breath, though a few giggles still slid in between her words. “I-I'm sorry, it was wrong to laugh...”

“I think we both needed it.” Mickey did feel more relaxed after it had all passed, since things probably couldn't get much worse from here on. Besides, he got her to smile and laugh, he was feeling very accomplished. “Besides, if Mortimer gets mad his stuff is busted, he should have used his fancy schmancy magic to poof it up himself.”

“He doesn't want to waste the magic on little things.” Minnie waited patiently as Mickey lifted everything back up a second time.

“That so.” Once Mickey was up and at 'em again, they walked. “So answer me this... If he's so magnificent, why put on a show? Why not just poof up some money and enjoy the high life?”

“He craves attention.” Minnie walked with him, a little closer this time. “He wants people praising him all the time. He can't stand not being the center of attention... even if life would be easier otherwise...”

Mickey raised an eyebrow, curious as to how much she'd now allow herself to say. “And I guess he doesn't listen to you when you tell him that.”

Minnie nodded, but her eyes were growing distant, seeing a horizon that Mickey couldn't imagine. “I don't know why I bother. In the end, everyone is the same.”

Mickey furrowed his brows, this once pleasant chat now growing uncomfortable. “What's that supposed to mean?”

She didn't bother to look at him this time. “I'm sure there are lots of good, decent people in the world... but...once someone gets a dose of power...they change. They tell themselves they'll use it to help people, but greed always wins. Deep down, everyone only really cares about themselves, and power brings that out. It's just a matter of time.” It almost sounded like a speech, something she'd said to herself time and time again in an effort to learn.

It also sounded similar to what Goofy had said earlier - Some folks may look good enough, but the moment money enters their mind, it's like they become a different person – and this too didn't sit right with Mickey. No matter how lovely Minnie was or how much he wanted to stay on her good side, this was not something Mickey could let slide. “That's not true.”

Minnie made a tiny scoffing sound. “Is that right?”

“It is right,” Mickey insisted, walking a little faster now. “Not everyone in the world has a greedy person ready and waiting to pop out! There are people who are good all the way through! And you can't let a handful of bad people ruin how the world looks! There are people who will do what's right without rewards or money or power... they'll do it because in their hearts, they know it has to be done!”

Minnie stopped walking, standing in front of a very small clay house that leaned to one side, with all the windows boarded up and big DO NOT ENTER signs plastered all over. “And do you think you're one of those people?”

Mickey almost said “yes” immediately. But would a good person be struggling with the decision between a trapped girl and their own parents? Wouldn't they know the right choice instantly? “...I'm not perfect,” he decided, “And I know sometimes it's just easier to walk away and let things be. But...I am who I am. And I'm not the sort of person who can just ignore someone in trouble, even when there's not much I can do about it. Maybe it makes me good, or dumb, or naive, but there are things about us we can't change. And, honestly, I don't think I want to become that kind of guy who walks away when someone is being threatened. Power wouldn't change that. And I'll tell you that as many times as I need to until we get to Mortimer's place!”

“This is his place.”

“...Oh.” Mickey glanced up. Huh, it sure was a crummy looking house for a magnificent magician. Did he spend all his money on shopping so he didn't have any leftover for a decent place to stay? “...Still meant what I said.” He placed the belongings down beside the front door.

Minnie wasn't entirely touched by his heartfelt words, emptying her own hands beside the house. Mickey glared at the house, clearly wanting to have words with whoever was inside. Minnie stepped to Mickey's side, and her fingers brushed by his arm – he felt a spark fly through his arm and again his anger was put aside to embrace a good old mind malfunction.

“Mickey, whoever you are...” Minnie looked up at him, her fingers now laced together. “I hope that you stay this way forever... and I hope I never see you again.” And Mickey would have probably asked why she said that if she hadn't done what she did next.

She kissed his cheek.

Minnie probably then said something like “goodbye” or “have a nice day” but Mickey didn't hear it, or really pay any attention to her picking up her things and entering the house. He had stopped moving the moment her lips touched his face, and for the next minute he didn't move. He didn't move during minute two either, nor three, nor four.

On minute five, he inhaled. On minute six...

“WHOOO-HOOO!”

This gigantic shout of love-induced euphoria echoed all across the town, which helped José and Panchito locate the mouse, as they had been assigned to find him after something happened on the ship. As they followed the subsequent hooting and hollering, they found Mickey dancing up and down the marketplace, climbing up poles and swinging from curtains, grabbing startled shopkeepers and spinning them in circles. “Aw, he's so happy,” Panchito lamented, “I don't want to tell him the bad news now.”

Mickey turned his head upon hearing that voice, and he sprinted towards the birds, hugging them both. “Guys! GUUUYYS! She kissed me, she kissed me, she kissed me!”

“Huh?” Panchito asked, trying not to drop his guitar.

“Who?” José asked, trying to keep his hat on.

“Minnie, kissed me, on the cheek!” Mickey let them go to break into an impromptu dance routine. “She kissed me, she kissed me, she kissed meee!”

José and Panchito looked at each other, shrugged, and then joined in the dancing and singing, with Panchito strumming the guitar and José miming the action with the umbrella. “She kissed him, she kissed him, she kissed hiiim!”

“She likes me, she likes me, she likes meee!”

“She likes him, she likes him, she likes hiiim!”

“She said she never wanted to see me agaiiin!”

“She said she never wanted to see him agaiiin!” But the birds at least had some common sense, stopping the broadway musical after that lyric. It was José who held up a finger. “Uh, Mickey, mind repeating that?”

Mickey was still making up his own samba, the actual words not hitting him just yet. “She said she never wanted to see me agaiiin-” … Oh, wait, now he heard it. “...She said she never wanted to see me again?” he repeated, frozen in mid-tango, too confused to be heart-broken right away. “Huh? But... she...” Why would she kiss him and then say that? Didn't they connect? Didn't they have a good time? How could things get worse?

“Okay, now we can tell him the bad news!” Panchito pushed his guitar over his back.

“We just got back to the ship...”

“... And Clarabelle told us that Pluto's gone missing!”

#disney #fanfic #the son of scheherazade #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #goofy #horace horsecollar #panchito pistoles #jose carioca

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2017, In Review

If I am being honest, the #1 thing I will remember about 2017 is the one thing I want to forget about it: the rage and the hatred — specifically, my rage and my hatred. It had an intensity I’d never previously experienced, and hope never to again. But, of course, it is incorrect to place this emotion in the past. My anger has only slightly dissipated, and continues to burn every damn day. That said, it hasn’t just been a corrosive force, but a teaching tool as well, demonstrating that hatred born, suddenly and intensely, of a particular target and singular focus, can easily spread outwards, and will sooner or later turn back in on its source. Which is where I find myself now, exhausted and no better off.

I write this as a pre-amble to my list of favorite music/art because that is this year’s context - because this time around, the culture I admired, was inspired by and engaged with had to serve a (slightly?) different purpose. Or, maybe, a more intense one. There's always the question of how much a critical ear is guided by personal circumstances, and how much by social influence; it is a partner to the artistic process, always has and always will be. (One reason I continually dismiss the recurrent “end of criticism” jeremiads, because the doomsayers are merely writing obituaries for a particular process of thought or distribution system, rather than the art of the crit itself.)

But once I found some semblance of sea legs to ride through the current epoch — “some semblance,” because I believe not a single living creature shall escape The Now unaffected — I recognized a need for another critical way of looking at how/what we create, and at the purpose behind which we creatively consume. A way of seeing and hearing that not only anticipates the narrative but also lays groundwork for its next chapter. This is, of course, an imperfect measure, because culture doesn’t move in predictable directions, and almost any 20-20 prophet is likely to either be a speculator or a fool. Often, but not always.

Yet, if there was one underlying principle that guided me in 2017, it is to try and understand of what will come after the anger and the hate. Some of the answers were aspirational, some of them were reflexive, and others filled in important parts of the backstory that were missed because I was too busy paying attention to the shiny expensive things in the store window. Maybe it’s just an exercise of trying to steer the anger towards a more useful place.

(Image: Cauleen Smith, “I Have Nothing Left To Give,” flag at the Whitney Biennial 2017)

My 20 Favorite New Albums & EPs (alpha order): Beast, Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 (Pre-Echo) - Koen Holtkamp in Reichian techno mode Bitchin Bajas, Bajas Fresh (Drag City) - more here Brooklyn Raga Massive, Terry Riley: In C (Northern Spy) - back to the source Caterina Barbieri, Patterns of Consciousness (Important) - synth minimalism Celestial Trax, Nothing is Real (Purple Tape Pedigree) - if Dummy was now Delia Gonzalez, Horse Follows Darkness (DFA) - more here Earthgang, Rags (Spillage Village) - new ATLiens Four Tet, New Energy (Text) - more here Hampshire & Foat, Galaxies Like Grains of Sand (Athens of the North) - soft-focus apocalypse with improv Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, Book of Sound (Honest Jon’s) - brass as lense Ibeyi, Ash (XL) - now that’s what I call “pop” Jack Peoples, Laptop Cafe (Clone) - Drexciyan discoveries Jlin, Black Origami (Planet Mu) - more here Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith, The Kid (Western Vinyl) - more here Kendrick Lamar, Damn. (TDE) - legendary status Mr. Mitch, Devout (Planet Mu) - more here Ragnar Grippe, Sand (Dais)** - art-gallery percussion and minimalism UMFANG, Symbolic Use of Light (Ninja Tune) - ambient minimal techno turns Vijay Iyer Sextet, Far From Over (ECM) - when funk veers

(** officially a reissue, but originally a minutely pressed 1977 record, and its impact on me this year was oversized - possibly the single long-playing recording I most listened-to this year - thank you Adam.)

More (New LPs & EPs, Comps, Reissues): Alice Coltrane, The Ecstatic Music of Alice Coltrane Turiyasangitananda (Luaka Bop) // Banana, Live (Leaving) // Bjørn Torske & Prins Thomas, Square One (Smalltown Supersound) // Carlos Nino & Friends, Going Home (Leaving) // Call Super, Arpo (Houndstooth) // Colleen, “a flame my love, a frequency” (Thrill Jockey) // Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile, Lotta Sea Lice (Matador) // Dawit, Loose Joints vol. 1 (Soundcloud) // DJ Python, Dulce Compañia (Incienso) // DJ Sports, Modern Species (Firecracker) // Dominique Lawalree, First Meeting (Ergot) // Hector Zazou, Bony Bikaye & Cy1, Noir Et Blanc (Crammed) // Hello Skinny, Watermelon Sun (Brownswood) // Hieroglyphic Being, Sarathy Korwar & Shabaka Hutchings, “a.r.e. project” (Ninja Tune) // Ifriqiyya Electrique, Rûwâhîne (Glitterbeat) // James Holden, The Animal Spirits (Border Community) // Jay Glass Dubs, Dubs (Ecstatic) // Joshua Abrams & National Information Society, Simultonality (Eremite) // Kelly Lee Owens, “s/t” (Smalltown Supersound) // Laraaji, Bring on the Sun (All Saints) // Les Filles De Illighadad, Eghass Malan (Sahel Sounds) // Moses Boys, Absolute Zero (Exodus) // Nicole Mitchell, Mandorla Awakening II: Emerging Worlds (FPE Records) // Pauline-Anne Strom, Trans-Millenia Music (RVNG) // Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement, Ambient Black Magic (Hospital Productions) // Roscoe Mitchell, Bells For the South Side (ECM) // Sudan Archives, "s/t” (Stones Throw) // Tom Rogerson & Brian Eno, Finding Shore (Dead Oceans) // Vorhees, Black Horse Pike (Styles Upon Styles) // Yasuaki Shimizu, Kakashi (Palto Flats) // Zara MacFarlane, Arise (Brownswood) // VA, Outro Tempo: Electronic And Contemporary Music From Brazil 1978-1992 (Music For Memory) // VA, Ron Trent pres. Prescription: Word, Sound & Power (Rush Hour) // VA, Ultimate Kwaito Hits (Universal South Africa)

Other Musical Year-End Summations I Produced or Contributed To: NPR Music: Our Favorite Dance & Electronic Albums of 2017 The Lot Radio: The Morning After Show - “The Year, After” episode Also: NPR Music: 50 Best Albums of 2017 NPR Music: 100 Best Songs of 2017

Three 2017 Playlists (Spotify): 2017 Raspberry Tunes - verse-chorus-verse, etc. 2017 Raspberry Trax - the dance-floor experience 2017 Raspberry Works - the “Morning After Show”/post-genre headspace

Seven 2017 Stories (I Wrote, Edited and/or Produced): Songs We Love: Ron Trent Shares Some Deep House ‘History’ (NPR Music) Philip Glass on Listening (and Composing) at 80 (Sonos) Give It Up For DJ Blackface (NPR Code Switch) Jazz Master, Humble Badass: Remembering Geri Allen (AFROPUNK) First Listen: Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith, 'The Kid' (NPR Music) How Vangelis’s Cult Blade Runner Score Became a Classic (Vulture) 'There Is No Done': Gavin Rayna Russom On The Dialogue Between Creation And Identity (NPR Music)

Maximum Impact (books, shows, songs, sites, memes): Anna Wise // Arthur Jafa, “Love is the Message, the Message is Death” // B+, “Ghost Notes” // Bandcamp // “Black Radical Women 1965-85″ // Black Thought, “Funk Flex Freestyle” // Bottle Tree, “Open Secret” // Cardi B, “Bodak Yellow” // Carl Craig, “Domina (Versus version)” // Christian Scott Adjuah (feat. Elena Pinderhughes), “Encryption” // Devin Allen, “A Beautiful Ghetto” // Discwoman // Detroit Gospel Reissue project // Four Tet summer residency @ Analog Brooklyn // Geri Allen RIP // Goldie, “Redemption” // Jamie 3:26, “Testify” // James Baldwin // Jessie Reyez // Jim O’Rourke, “Fast Car” // Kara Walker, “Sikkema Jenkins and Co. is Compelled to present The most Astounding and Important Painting show of the fall Art Show viewing season!” // Kamasi Washington & A.G. Rojas, “Harmony of Difference” // Kaytranada // Khalil Joseph // KH, “Question” // John Akomfrah // “The Left-Overs” // London’s “jazz” scene // Neva’s playlist // Prospect 4 New Orleans // Rashaad Newsome (at DLectricity) // Ruth Azawa // Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture // “Sonic Rebellion: Music as Resistance” (MOCAD) // South African house // The Lot Radio

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