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coffehbeans · 3 months

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Sinking Chips Chapter 1

Okay I'm done editing, new story aaaaaahh

This is the story written after the result of this poll! Thanks sm for voting and for your patience! It took a looong while aaaaah

These two characters are very dear to me. They're one of my oldest g/t ocs alongside Juhren and Sunflower, and I've even made art for them years ago. (funny how I said back then that I'd write about them soon and it took me SIX FREAKING YEARS)

Anyway, I'm very happy to finally share a snippet of their story! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Caytlin Brooke, a sophomore marine biologist student gets stranded in the middle of the sea, with no hopes of rescue. But a chance encounter challenges all she knew about marine life, and a bond is formed in the proccess.

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The whales’ singing blasted like trumpets in the cave, a sign that a new Heir was about to be announced. With King Freyr’s last breath on the day before, it was a matter of time until the Ocean declared a new protector for the North Atlantic.

Merfolk swam and gathered at the center of the plaza; a large outdoors space made of polished stone. Bioluminescent creatures illuminated their path in a spiral shape, and a large crowd formed as they cheered with clicks and whistles. In front of them laid a magnificent castle, bigger than the length of two blue whales, and with towering, pointy towers. It was made of the same dark blue stone material as the vast cave, and if it wasn’t for the glowing plankton and the blue gemstones decorating the walls in spiral patterns, the intricate carvings of the castle would merge with the walls of the cavern.

Inside the palace, Queen Haliae watched her tears float upwards, the pain of losing her King like a fresh wound in her heart. On each arm, she held a baby, non-identical twins that would never meet their father. One had pale blue skin, as light as the sand on the seabed at night, and dark turquoise hair that flowed like the ocean waves. His tail was a greyish shade of blue, mimicking the pattern of a blue whale, just like his mother’s. The baby cried as the light of the Ocean’s Oracle shone like a chandelier on the ceiling, a ball-shaped crystal filled with flowing, glowing water. It was too bright for the little mer’s small, fragile eyes. The other twin on Haliae’s arm had shorter, unrulier hair as light as the sand with a distinct turquoise undertone, and his skin was a darker shade of blue. His tail was a deep blue like his father’s, mimicking a humpback whale. Unlike his brother, this baby was transfixed by the glowing orb over his head, giggling every time light pulsated from it.

The mother swam up to that crystal with unwavering determination in her eyes, eliciting a prayer to the Ocean, which flowed as easy as a whale’s call. She finished it with a personal supplication, one she whispered so only Mother Ocean would hear.

“May whoever you choose be a beacon of guidance in this kingdom, much like their father were... And may the other find his footing as the New Heir’s shadow.”

As if answering her, the Ocean’s Oracle shone a light as bright as the sun, blinding the mother, her children, and all merfolk gathered inside the palace. The crowd waiting outside whistled and twirled, knowing that the time for a new Heir was soon to come.

When the light dimmed and the Queen opened her eyes, one of her kids was glowing.

It was not the giggling child, no, for Mother Ocean chose the crying, screaming child, who now sobbed louder while glowing a vivid blue. The teardrop-shaped necklace he wore filled with cerulean, fluorescent water, a sign that he was now the New Chosen Heir.

The mother smiled, melancholy shining in her features. So, this was the one that would carry her husband’s legacy. She kissed the unchosen child on the forehead, giving him to one of the servants so she could present the chosen child to the people.

The glow dimmed from her son as Queen Haliae swam towards the outskirts of the castle, and the crowd praised their Majesty with louder cheering. She raised her kid up high, swimming further above her kingdom, and the whistling of merfolk and sea creatures alike shook the foundations of their cave. She cradled her small son in her arms, who was looking at her with pure, round eyes, unaware of the reason for the commotion around him. It was customary for the royal merfolk of the North Atlantic to name their children after the Heir was chosen, and so she thought of a name much fitting for him:

“Your name will be Aegir Sonhavet.” She whispered to his tiny ears.

…

Warm temperature of 77 degrees Fahrenheit. A soft breeze by the sea, no sign of storm in sight. No prediction of wild waves today either.

Today, Caytlin would go cruising.

She shot up from her seat at yet another cell development class, huffing as she shoved things inside her bag before waving bye to her friends and hurrying outside. Pushing her strands of light brown, shoulder-length wavy hair aside and fixing the collar of her white and blue stripped shirt, Caytlin searched for her house’s keys in her jean shorts pockets. Her hand curled around a cute dolphin keychan and she sighed in relief. Putting her keys away safely in her pocket, Caytlin walked out of the university with wide steps.

She walked, no, dashed away from the building, saying hello here and there to the people she knew in her hurried way, until arriving at the bus stop. She recovered her breath as she waited anxiously, pacing left and right, and celebrated when her bus finally arrived.

A few minutes later and Caytlin was close to her home by the harbor. She walked on the sidewalk, glancing to the calming sea to her right, the view of its gentle waves and its deep blue color filling her excitable heart with absolute joy. There it was, in the distance, anchored by the harbor: her, oops- their, well-kept cabin cruiser.

‘Dad is definitely not home today. Soo, I will definitely come back before he arrives!’ She thought, a mischievous smile on her face.

Caytlin checked the inside of her house, which was on the way to the port, to confirm her suspicions. Yep, he wasn’t home. The winds were sure favorable today.

Passing by her house to pick some lost supplies, which she piled on her arms with hurry, Caytlin strode towards the awaiting ship she and her father had for over ten years already. He had taught her everything about the ocean, from how to maneuver the cruiser to curious facts about sea animals, all of which cultivated her deep passion for marine life to begin with.

Loading the ship with supplies, Caytlin boarded it and steered out of the port, giggling with excitement.

And off she went, towards the open sea.

…

It’s jammed.

The engine is jammed.

Caytlin pushed the lever again. Nothing. She tried kicking the engine. No results. She tried opening it with a screwdriver and seeing the inside, and her body ran cold.

The wires were burnt. Completely burnt.

And she had forgotten to bring the reserve components.

“W-well, it was an old boat, after all…”

Caytlin’s heart hammered full swing. She’s in the middle of nowhere, for she cruised too far away from shore, way ahead of the safety margin she and her father had stablished. There’s no land in sight, no signal on her phone and no way of returning back safely.

“I-it’s fine! I-I’ll find a way. Dad will notice I went to the sea. Yeah.”— She said in-between panting breaths.

She’d be rescued safely, that’s it. She’ll just have to wait out in her pretty little ship until help arrives.

That is, if the ship doesn’t topple over or break down when that huge, dark cloud in the sky reaches her.

Caytlin gasped and dashed outside of the cabin to look at the storm that was nearing her location. She gripped the railing tightly.

“No way! The weather forecast said there was no rain today!”

‘But the weather isn’t always predictable’, her father had said once.

Caytlin groaned and clutched at her hair, sucking in a breath. She had to find a way out. She had to.

‘The radio! Maybe the radio would work!’ She ran back inside the cabin and pressed a number she memorized all too well – her father’s.

“No signal. Why there’s no signal?!” – Caytlin flailed her free hand while bouncing on her feet and begging under her breath, as the phone ringed in her ear. – “Please work please work please work plea – “

A heavy slamming of something against the bottom of the ship sent Caytlin flying to the ground with a scream.

“AAH! What was that?! —”

The perturbation made the ship swing side to side, as the ocean waves rolled under it. Caytlin got up, clutching her head, and left the cabin, looking for the source of the sound.

What she saw underneath sent shivers down her spine.

There was a huge shadow under the water. Bigger than two to three times her cabin cruiser, and it was moving.

Despite being knowledgeable of marine life, Caytlin’s heart still hammered against her chest.

“Must be a curious whale. Yeah! Just a whale… But…”

Realization set deep within her, heartbeat rocking inside her ribcage.

“But whale season hasn’t arrived yet –”

The shadow hit the ship in the bottom and Caytlin fell with a shriek. Supporting herself on her hands and knees, she turned around, out of breath as she feared the ship toppling over and making her fall into the cold depths below.

Just as she was reaching for the railing, a shadow covered her frame.

Caytlin hugged the metal bar and closed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the splash of a humpback whale but, nothing came.

Instead, all she heard was breathing, like the creature was right by the crook of her neck.

With wheezing breaths, Caytlin clutched the railing with clammy hands. A huge droplet of water fell to her right, hot, humid air blew on her back, making the hairs on her skin turn up to their end.

She turned around.

The visage confused her. Something light blue covered her field of vision everywhere, but it moved, no, it contracted like muscle tissue. Adorning it were dots of bright blue and teal-colored spots, trailing up the fleshy surface and towards a –

A face. There was a billboard-sized face right over her. White, round eyes covered her field of vision, the cerulean blue irises staring down at her. Its unnaturally grey pupils alone must be bigger than a basketball, massive eyelids covered them. A blink.

Caytlin screamed from the top of her lungs and tried to get up, only to slip and fall hard against the floor. A clicking sound reverberated above her and the ship swung under the creature’s blunt force. She scrambled back with wide eyes until she hit something soft and wet and – Oh gosh, it was the creature’s hand, a gigantic hand brushed against her back, claws longer than her head hovering above her.

Caytlin screamed until her throat went hoarse and the creature backed away, rocking her ship with it. She skidded over the slippery surface until she managed to stabilize long enough to sit still and stare at whatever was staring back at her, a few feet away.

The creature was more distant than before, but very much there and not going anywhere. Only when her screams subsided did Caytlin manage to try and process what the hell was going on with panting breaths.

The ocean got eerily silent, the only sound being the ripples on the sea, the huge creature’s breathing, and Caytlin gasping for air. She attempted to calm her racing heartbeat with deep breaths, one after the other, to process whatever was it that was floating right in front of her, glancing at her small frame with widened eyes.

Directly in front of her field of vision, there was a human-looking chest wider than her boat’s length. Three slits laid on top of its torso on each side, which looked like gills, as they opened and closed under the water. She looked up, and up, at something that resembled very much a male chest, blue in color, with those same splotches of bright blue adorning its – his, vast shoulders and —

That face again. Human-looking, too human and not human at the same time, with almond eyes, no visible crease on its eyelids, blue irises and translucent pupils. There were two thin lines over the eyes in the shape of eyebrows. A flat nose that resembled nothing that could be found in a human, as its nostrils opened and closed like the blowhole of a whale. The spots on his face were like freckles, a darker shade of blue than the blotches on his shoulder.

Despite the foreign appearance, he looked… Beautiful, Caytlin exhaled, lost in wonder. Wavy hair flowed from his head like waterfalls, a dark teal color with light blue tips, which curled at its ends just like waves that crashed on the beach. On one of his pointy ears, which tapered on their ends like a fin, adorned three purple jewels, made of a crystal she couldn't recognize. Around his neck there was a glowing, teardrop-shaped necklace with purple beads, while one arm had a silver-colored arm ring. His arms had dark blue spots and stripes scattered in a random fashion, and Caytlin wondered if they were natural markings or painted on.

He looked like a mermaid out of a fairytale. Except the 80-something-feet in height.

“I-I… Am I dreaming?” – Caytlin whispered.

The creature chirped in return in what sounded like a very loud whale call over the water, way louder than any whale she has heard. Caytlin yelped and covered her ears.

The creature sank itself lower in the water, sending ripples through the ocean, but not taking its huge eyes off her.

Such a creature shouldn’t exist. She must be hallucinating. Yup. That must be it. And yet, why did it look so real? Caytlin looked up at him with widened eyes.

“Y-you’re not gonna eat me, are you?”

She only received a confused noise in return. The creature didn’t open its mouth, yet the sound coming from its throat was just as loud as if it was from a speaker. It must be its way of communication, similar to that of whales and dolphins. That was…

Fascinating.

With buckling knees, Caytlin got up, maintaining eye contact with the creature while clutching the nearby railing with all her might. The merman stayed on its place, observing Caytlin with what she guessed was mighty curiosity. The expressions looked so human… It was like she could see what it – he – was thinking. He widened his eyes as he watched Caytlin get up, sucking in a breath and closing the gills on the side of his neck.

“H-huh, looks like you aren’t going to eat me. Phew.” She sighed and gave the creature a crooked smile.

The creature, however, looked down at her with a confused, but curious expression.

And then it got closer.

“Oh gosh, no no no –! “

He raised himself more above water, waves crashing as he loomed over her with a long shadow and – yep, definitely bigger than 80 feet – Caytlin made a note inside her head. She had swum next to blue whales before and what was before her was certainly bigger than a blue whale, so pretty much over 100 feet tall. When the creature noticed she was shaking and backing away, it raised its eyebrows and sank a little to the ocean, with only its face at view.

It came closer to her, anyway.

Caytlin gasped and sealed her eyes shut when the merperson got so close she could feel his breath – and oh, he was carnivorous alright – her heart racing as she gritted her teeth, pressing herself so hard against the wall outside the cabin she thought she would merge with it. It seemed to be observing her, looking her up and down with a curious expression, moving closer and leaning his large hand over the boat, which was on the verge of capsizing as the metal groaned under the heavy weight.

His eyes observed her just like she has seen whales do before. Was this creature intelligent? Was it a fish? A mammal? Caytlin had so many questions…

She slowly got up again, not taking her eyes off the creature, and sighed shakily, calming her accelerated heart.

If she wasn’t hallucinating right now, this was the greatest discovery human kind had ever seen. And she was its first witness!

Caytlin took one step closer towards the merperson – ‘Yeah, I’m really going crazy’ –she thought, raising her hand with a nervous expression. She knew she had to be calm but, it was so difficult! His face rose far above her and she had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath and closing her own eyes to disperse her fear, Caytlin reached out with a trembling hand, little by little until –

A gasp echoed from above her and she opened her eyes.

She had touched the creature’s nose and he looked at her tiny hand with widened eyes. Caytlin raised her eyebrows. For that moment, time had stopped, her green eyes lost in his. It felt so…So out of this world. She smiled, noticing how both were so curious about each other.

And soon the creature acted the same way.

Caytlin yelped when a wet appendage – the mer’s finger, she realized – caressed her arm up and down as it peered at her with those glossy, cerulean eyes. A sigh ruffled Caytlin’s hair, and she gulped down her nervousness as the creature touched her arm, claws grazing her, heartbeat rocking loudly in her chest.

Satisfied, the creature backed away from her and started lowering his head back to the ocean, with a frown on his gigantic face. ‘Was he sad…?’

When the creature sunk his face completely, Caytlin realized with sinking dread that it was leaving her alone.

“Wait!” she shouted, reaching out towards the ocean.

The merperson raised his torso up again, surprising Caytlin as she fell on her back towards the floor with a yelp. ‘Ow, I really have to stop falling down.’ – she thought. He sunk his body again, whistling and clicking with an apologetic expression, and left only his eyes visible. Caytlin got up and sighed in relief when the merman returned. An impulsive idea lightened up in her head: She could ask for the merman’s help!

But… How would she do this?

“I’m, um, you see, I need help!” – she said, waving her hands around. The merman only tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh, u-um, how am I going to do this…” – Caytlin looked down pensively until an idea popped up, and pointed to the vast horizon behind her with her hand.

“Um, shore, land! I need to get back there! See?”

She made a motion of sea waves with one arm, while cupping her other hand over it, mimicking the vague shape of a boat.

“Boat, um, crashed!”

She ran to her cabin, which made the merman raise his head above water, and tried to turn the engine back on, which failed with loud noises.

“S-see? It’s not working! And, and –” Caytlin ran back to the railing, where the creature looked down at her with a puzzled expression.

“So I need help! Got it?” she gave him a tentative smile. The merman’s frown got deeper.

Yeah, he didn’t seem to have understood a thing. Caytlin groaned and sat on the floor, holding her face with both hands.

“This won’t work…”

And just as she lowered her head, loud splashes sounded all around her. The merman was probably going back to the ocean. It was better this way. Help would arrive soon, anyway.

But when Caytlin kept hearing the sounds, she opened her eyes and looked around. What resembled a blue whale’s tail appeared in her field of vision, splashing gently around her. The creature was swimming around her boat, looking it over. As if analyzing it. Her eyes widened in wonder. Yeah, there was no way he didn’t have similar human levels of intelligence. His behavioral patterns were unlike any other animal she has seen. The merman swam back to be in front of Caytlin, with his eyes lit up, as if he had understood something. He covered her once again with his shadow, looked down at her and nodded.

That was the only warning Caytlin got.

The creature’s heavy hand collided against the bottom of her boat with a loud thump, sending her sliding backwards with a yell until she hit the wall of her cabin again. The boat moved towards the direction Caytlin had pointed before in her previous attempts to communicate. She got up on shaky knees, supporting herself until she entered the cabin, and looked straight ahead, widening her eyes in realization.

The creature was moving the boat back to shore. It was helping her. It had understood what she meant!

Caytlin giggled, leaning over the front window with a gleeful expression on her face. The boat glided quickly on the ocean with the help of the merman’s hand, and from the distance, loud splashes resounded from the powerful flaps of the creature’s tail. Caytlin walked out of the cabin and looked up to the merman, who blinked down at her.

“It’s working!” she raised her hands in triumph.

And then, just when Caytlin thought she could not be more surprised, the creature glanced back at her, and the corners of his lips tilted up.

He smiled.

Her jaw went slack. She could not believe this. This mermaid-like creature, despite his gigantic and intimidating size, not only was intelligent enough that they managed to communicate somehow, but was also helping her get to shore. Not to mention his many human-like mannerisms. She was so… So mesmerized. She gazed at his focused face.

‘I need to know more about him.’

But the rocking of the boat followed by a complete stop made her leave her blissful moment. The merman had stopped swimming, so Caytlin turned around, realizing why. She could see the shore in the distance, close enough so she could be seen and rescued, but far enough so that the creature could slip back into the ocean unnoticed. She looked back up at him, who answered with a sympathetic frown, as if to say “That’s as far as I’ll go.” Caytlin looked down.

“Right, guess this is it, huh?”

She approached his face once again, capturing every single detail in it, hoping to write it all down on her journal later that day. Caytlin reached out a hand for him, who complied, leaning his face against it, as she felt the wet and smooth texture of his skin.

“Thank you… I just hope I can see you again.”

Caytlin looked up, and backed away, leaving space for the creature to dive deep into the ocean again. It lingered by her company for a few moments, as if to also capture her every detail, and with a nod, he dived back into the ocean.

…

The rescue team didn’t take long to find her, even in the pouring rain of the heavy storm. When she stepped safely onto the beach, soaked from head to toe, her dad Charles hugged her tightly, scolding her right after. He was mad, but that was understandable. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, but she sure acted recklessly like one. Caytlin took her dad’s sermon with a saddened but understanding expression, nodding at everything he said, even if her mind drifted somewhere else, back to that encounter by the sea.

Later at night she wrote everything down, from the moment the engine got jammed to the time the merman swam away, as well as observations regarding the creature’s fascinating behavior and appearance, all in precise detail.

Caytlin plopped into her bed, looking at the ceiling with longing and determination.

‘I’ll definitely find you again.’

…

Looking up at the vast stone ceiling of his room. Aegir’s mind drifted back to that excitable, fearful yet curious human face. He remembered the way her tiny hand touched the tip of his nose, how her dry skin brushed against his fingertip.

Humans were, fascinating. She was fascinating.

‘I want to see her again.’

Aegir raised his body up, and secretly swam out of his room towards the dark of the night ocean. He left the cavern, where his kingdom resided in, with a silent whoosh of his tail, swimming up to the surface. Taking in the moonlight, Aegir closed his eyes, opening his nostrils to breathe in the fresh air, and leaning on his back over the ocean’s surface, letting the relaxing currents drift him away.

Dread sank heavy in his mind.

He had just made a grave, grave mistake.

And he did not want to go back on it.

Aegir looked at the moonlight, lost in the recollection of that human’s face, yearning to find her again.

‘Mother Ocean, what am I going to do now?’

#coffeh writes #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #merfolk #merpeople #merman #oc: caytlin #oc: aegir #she gets thrown around a lot thats the story lmao #if you've read until the end thank you sm! I'm very happy to simply write this and share <3

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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I’m also 100% down for modern dad!Aemond when his daughter starts dating. I’d imagine he goes a lil insane

You ask and I shall deliver (a million years later, but I'll deliver lmao). I'm really happy Aemond's in-universe children & courting headcanons got so much love and I'm thrilled you'd want to see that with Amaelia in my modern au as well! Ngl this was tough as hell because I see her as a little kid every time, but here goes!

Dad!Aemond dealing with his daughter dating (modern au featuring my oc: Amaelia)

Ok as I said I still see Amaelia as a little girl interested in dragons, pirates, and drawing, so thinking about her growing into her teens was so hard because what would she be like?

For one, I think she wouldn't develop crushes young because she's too into her own little fantasy world, just enjoying drawing and reading, playing with her dogs, getting up to mischievousness with uncle Aegon or gardening with aunt Helaena. And obviously, spending quality time with Aemond and reader. Liking someone from school just never really crosses her mind.

Which honestly thrills Aemond because he gets to enjoy having his little girl all to himself. He thought he wouldn't be like those overprotective jealous fathers, but when he thinks about someone dating Amaelia he does get a little bit insane. If someone were to ever hurt his baby he'd murder them. Seriously.

And I'm thinking that she's very extroverted at home and with her family because she's very loved. She's energetic and just, a very happy child, and I feel like in her school setting she'd be very kind to her peers but despite it all, she'd have a hard time because of her being a Targaryen.

When she starts getting older and children at school are at that age where they get very cruel, they start to project onto her what they hear from their parents. So they start to form this prejudice that she's conceited, snobby, and bitchy because of her family.

It stings and she starts getting more and more introverted and private as she grows, very much mirroring Aemond.

By the time she's in her teens, I can see this scenario happening: the popular kids want her in their cliques because she is a Targaryen - but they're put off by her being so quiet.

I think she'd keep all of her interests from when she was little; she'd be into the arts, and reading, like her dad. Her love for pirates and dragons would maybe lead to her being into like d&d and fantasy novels and movies.

So the outcast kids would want to befriend her, but they'd be intimidated because of her being a Targaryen. (Amaelia I'm so sorry I'm doing this to you ;sldflskjg)

So maybe she'd kind of have two good friends and that's it, not really fitting in in any group.

I can see her having her first crush on one of the popular kids at school, someone from the sports team maybe. A boy from the basketball team.

And he's handsome, charming and quite kind actually. His kindness is the first thing that draws her to him. And when she discovers they have that (1) nerdy interest in common, that's when it starts. Maybe he's also into d&d like she is, unlike the rest of the popular kids. Or he likes this obscure band that Amaelia thought only she knew of, and that's what does it for her. It establishes some common ground for them to talk, and Amaelia is absolutely smitten.

Her crush lasts all through middle school and high school. She talks about him constantly and the first time she brings him up, Aemond is surprisingly more relaxed than he thought he'd be.

He's just really happy that Amaelia feels comfortable and safe enough to talk about those kinds of things with him, and not only with reader. And overall he loves to know more about his daughter's world, and loves getting to know new parts of her every day, as she grows. But he's still a little weary.

He knows first crushes rarely ever transform into something else. And it hurts him, but he knows that his daughter is an outcast. So he's just preparing himself mentally to be there for her when the whole thing crashes, even when he hopes every night that it won't because he can see Amaelia's eyes glint every time she nudges Aemond's arm in the car when he picks her up from school and goes, 'look! there he is!'

You calm Aemond down and tell him that you can't stop Amaelia from getting hurt. You can't just magically prevent it from happening, ever. But what they can do is be there for her when and if it happens.

Doesn't stop Aemond from thinking about ways to get away with murdering a teenage boy as he goes to sleep lmao.

Eventually, it happens.

I'm thinking that, either they were going to meet up and she got stood up, or they went out to the obscure band's concert and he was a total dick to her the entire time. Amaelia is devastated but she kinda saw it coming anyway. More than sad, she's angry.

The next time Aemond drops Amaelia off to school, he sees the boy and he stomps on the pedal of the car to make it seem like he's gonna run him over sdljfglkjslkgj but he stops before actually hitting him. He just wanted to spook him off, and he's so freaking pleased with the frightened look on the boy's face.

Any other time he sees him, when he picks up Amaelia, or during parent-teacher nights or any other school presentation, he's just glaring at the boy so hard. You'd tell Aemond to stop scaring the boy but honestly, you're just wickedly pleased every time. No one hurts your baby.

For prom, you make sure to splurge on the most beautiful dress for Amaelia and treat her to a pampering session so she'll feel super confident on the night of, and so that the boy will see what he's missing.

Amaelia goes to prom with her long-time best friend.

He's also an outcast like her, and people liked to gossip that he always had a crush on Amaelia. And once, while doing a group project, Aemond caught a glimpse of disappointment flashing over the boy's face when he heard Amaelia talking about her basketball crush.

Aemond and you were lowkey watching them during prom, wondering if either Amaelia or her friend were gonna make a move. You were secretly rooting for them, because you'd seen them together so many times, and you knew that there was mutual love there, only they couldn't tell just yet.

Amaelia and her friend end up going to the same college, but in different faculties, and it's through the separation that she realizes that, holy shit, she loves him!

But it's too late. Her friend has changed. He suddenly started getting a lot of attention from girls, and it got to his head.

Aemond really wanted him to be the one, because out of all the douchbags at Amaelia's school, he was always very polite, and treated Amaelia with a lot of care and affection.

So he was very disappointed, but once again, was there to comfort Amaelia. She kinda went into a hiatus of not going on dates at all.

So Aemond ended up going, 'you don't have to worry, baby. I'll be your date. Whatever you want to do, wherever you wanna go, I'll go with you."

And she was like, "I really appreciate it, dad. But it's kinda embarrassing..."

And Aemond is like, "idc I'm taking you out tomorrow, get your nice coat."

Aemond pulls out all of the stops to make this father-daughter day as special as he can. They get some really delicious brunch at a fancy restaurant of Amaelia's choice and then go take a walk in the park before it's time for a movie. After a movie they stop by the bookstore or record store, anything Amaelia chooses. And they end up finishing the day with a very indulgent dinner at yet another fancy restaurant.

At some point during the dinner, Aemond is like, 'Listen, sweetheart. It's okay if you don't feel comfortable dating anymore. It's okay if it takes you a long time to find someone, and it's also okay to try and put yourself out there if it's what you want to do. It's also okay if you don't want to try at all. I want you to know that it's perfectly fine and normal to be alone, and you don't need anyone to complete you. But it's also fine to want a relationship. As long as you never forget that this is how you should be treated. Never ever, go out with someone who will not put in the effort to give you what you deserve. Please, do me this one favor. Never forget this day. If the next person you're interested in doesn't treat you like the princess that you are, they're not worth your time."

Amaelia just rolls her eyes playfully, thinking that Aemond is being a little melodramatic but smiles nevertheless.

"I promise, dad. And don't worry. You'll always be #1 in my heart."

Aemond is dead serious when he replies, "Of course I am." And they both laugh and enjoy their little father-daughter date.

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!aemond targaryen #modern au #modern!aemond's family #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen hcs #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #my writing #headcanons

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @another-lost-one!

How many works do you have on ao3?

106, all in. (105 under ripeteeth, 1 orphaned)

What's your total ao3 word count?

966,792. God, I'd love to hit 1 million before the end of the year, but that's extremely unlikely.

What fandoms do you write for?

Way too many. The main are: The Terror, MDZS, Disco Elysium, Harry Potter, Good Omens.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) [Good Omens]: 3094 how a resurrection really feels [Disco Elysium]: 1479 Vigil Strange [The Magnus Archives]: 1266 the art of asking your boss for a raise [Succession]: 1154 no son of mine [Beyond Evil]: 993

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I get easily overwhelmed and sometimes don't. I feel awful about it, I'm so sorry. I am so grateful for every comment, truly.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess it depends what you consider angstier? I have some centered around grief and loss and some focused on fucked-up relationships and characters continuing to make choices that hurt them. It's kind of cheating to say Asterius is my choice, considering that I haven't published the end of it yet, but anyone familiar with the story of Theseus and the Minotaur should hear the beat of the story I'm telling there.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

For some reason, I think it's either The Passion or How A Resurrection Really Feels. A believable happiness feels the most relatable to me, and two middle-aged, damaged-but-still-here-godammit men finding a bit of comfort in the midst of all of it just feels right. Like a comfortable boiled wool jacket just a little big in the shoulders. The one that smells like your father's cologne. That kind of warmth.

Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah. It was really bad for awhile, and was the main reason I left Good Omens and turned off comments and orphaned Salinity. I'm pretty desensitized to it now.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write pretty much only smut. I don't know what I'd categorize it as other than that tbh.

Do you write crossovers?

No, never felt the interest.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! It was a really cool experience and I felt really honored.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I've tried to but I'm terrible at it. It doesn't help that I've had terrible writer's block for the past several years though.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have no idea how to answer this. All of them I've ever shipped?

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Revachol Calling. God, I want to finish it so badly. There was a very specific something in me while I was writing it, and then a lot of everything happened. Anyway, I've lost it, that je ne sais quoi. I started replaying Disco Elysium again recently, so maybe it will come back. Here's hoping.

What are your writing strengths?

Imitation. Hearing the music in a sentence. Being fascinated by everything and bogging the reader down in necklaces of useless fact.

What are your writing weaknesses?

See above, turn it up to eleven.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?:

Not unless I'm reasonably fluent and confident in the language.

First fandom you wrote for:

Ghost Story, for Harry Potter, first posted in December 2018. It's surreal to think that it's been five years. What a strange five years.

Favorite Fic You've Written?

Either Revachol Calling (for Disco Elysium) or Blood, Bones, and Butter (for MDZS). I think there's something deeply personal about Revachol Calling that both makes me struggle with it but also resonate the most with it.

For Blood, Bones, and Butter, it was one of the more fun fics I've ever written and I really enjoyed being able to add layers to what the reader knew by simply adding an additional viewpoint, kinda triangulating their messy beginning through three men who are each extremely certain that they're correct. (Yeah, I'd watched Rashomon recently, why do you ask). That's the fascinating thing about songxuexiao for me, each of them is so certain they've got the others all figured out, but they're also all holding back aspects of their own interiority.

Either way, they're both important to me.

Tagging: @pearwaldorf, @et-in-arkadia, @danpuff-ao3, and anyone else who likes!

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"Strange World" (2022) overhaul rewrite

I never expected to do a rewrite of this, despite my issues with it. But then I decided I should just do an overhaul of it. Be forewarned: I'm taking this in a VERY different direction--like, almost unrecognizeable; how do you feel about an Arthurian epic with aliens? As always, be kind--but if you have critiques/questions, I'd be happy to hear them!

Plot:

On a planet far away, there was once the mystical alien planet of Siyned. Twenty-five years ago, King Ursam of Lonava, a prosperous and mystical country on Siyned, disappeared without a trace, leaving his young son Taurus in charge of running a kingdom. For a time, all was prosperous, but now, a powerful sorceress named Niobe has come to battle for the throne, and threatens to engulf the kingdom in darkness and horrors unlike the world has ever seen. Together with his wife Iopeia, son Boralis and their band of allies, Taurus must navigate being a king as well as sorting out the secrets that come out with Niobe's arrival.

Important story/world details

As you may see, the storyline is inspired by the tale of King Arthur, inspired by the fact that Searcher Clade is from a land known as Avalonia, and my first thought was: "Man, a King Arthur-inspired story would've been so much better than what we got." This comes with certain important story/world details:

The cast is made up of aliens. Given the pulp magazine inspiration the original SW film takes from, I'd enjoy seeing a comicbook inspiration for the alien races here, as well as video game inspiration from the fantasy side of things. In the best case scenario, this would be a spiritual successor to "Atlantis." I'd enjoy seeing different races of aliens, though I personally do like the idea that Taurus looks human (though since his wife and son are POC in the OG story, making them appear inhuman might be a bad call if he still appears white). And excuse the use of AI art here; I just liked the video for it's use of 80s dark fantasy inspirations, which I'd also want to be the inspiration for the fantasy aspects of "Strange World."

2. The culture is more medieval/ancient--except for the technology (and maybe fashion). I like the idea that it takes inspiration from various world cultures similar to how "Atlantis" does.

3. The cast is obviously different.

King Taurus--A kind and intelligent king, albeit sensitive and sometimes overcome with his emotions due to unresolved feelings with his father (I thought that'd be a good thing to keep). He's a gifted mage, and I'm definitely getting Gale of Waterdeep vibes from him--albeit less problematic. He's also in his 30s, so slightly younger than Searcher Clade. Still, he's older than most Disney protagonists, which I think makes the film more accessible for an older crowd, and an established Disney romance between a husband and wife rather than two people about to get married or just getting to know each other carries nuances that you can't get with many "kid films."

Queen Iopeia--A scholar and trained warrior who managed to capture the king's heart, and they fell in love. While she doesn't have any magic per se, her physical abilities make her a threat to all who wish to harm her loved ones. She often serves as the emotional anchor when Taurus is frazzled, and on rare occasions, their roles are reversed.

Prince Boralis--The young man who dreams of adventure, a Hercules-type protagonist who has self-esteem issues given his family's legacy. Of course, his crush on Castelon, Niobe's lead soldier, weighs on his heart heavily, since they grew up together before he disappeared and decided to side with her, seemingly with no explanation a year ago. His conflicting feelings make it difficult for him to use his powers (either alien or magical) to full potential. Definitely think his style is more akin to Ekko's from "League of Legends."

Niobe--Vicious but sad, she is the powerful sorceress from the Lands Beyond, a realm of darkness that engulfed the lands west of Lonava. She is much more powerful than Taurus, but wants to destroy him emotionally before killing him, hoping to break him and make him give her the crown that is rightfully hers. She sees him as living the life she always wanted, and despises Taurus for "taking" it from him. She has an affinity for petrifying her enemies--and keeping their consciousness intact. It's later revealed that when Ursam discovered a prophecy that Niobe would bring about the kingdom's destruction, he left her in the Lands Beyond as a toddler. It's somewhat akin to how Cora abandoned Zelena in Once Upon a Time ("I have to leave you to give me MY best at life"). That said, given that many Disney fans want an unapologetic villain, I'd make her too bitter and angry to be swayed by Taurus' pleas, but at her defeat, it's brought to light that despite being a good king, Ursam was NOT a good person.

Serioph--A wise mage (our Merlin figure) who serves as a parental figure to Taurus and a mystical guide. He has the ability to change his form at will, and ocassionally takes on a female form following Taurus' mother's passing and seeing that he needed a mother figure as well as a father figure. However, despite his power, he is tied to the laws of neutrality: if he was to battle someone of great good or great evil, his magic would cease to exist--which includes his power of longevity, and he would cease to exist. He knows this, but uses his powers to harm Niobe and prevent her from killing Taurus, killing himself in the process.

Ienvy--Serioph's daughter, inheriting his magic by lineage, and thus not tied to the Laws of Neutrality like he is. Niobe is drawn to her and attempts to persuade her to join her side, but when Serioph is killed, Serioph curses Niobe to become undone, giving her a sense of insanity that makes it possible for Taurus and the group to defeat her. Despite her help, Ienvy feels guilt for what she's done after learning about Niobe's past, and imposes a self-exile upon herself after the battle is over.

Castelon--Boralis' crush and childhood best friend. He eventually left and joined Niobe due to being tricked into joining her service by failing to prove his selflessness (similar to the tale of Gawain and the Green Knight). As such, he has become warped, becoming a smug Namaari-type villain, so there's a lot of tension between him and Boralis. (Note: This goes without saying, but he'd get a major design overhaul. Some people say he looks like Frankie Grande, but he gives me Jay Manuel vibes from "America's Next Top Model" and I CAN'T STAND IT. I'd rather he looked akin to Lucio from "The Arcana.")

Different Design style FOR SURE

Part of me finds the looks to be too normal; the characters don't grab my attention because they look either too realistic or too cartoony. Even if they weren't aliens, I'd want new looks for their clothes, at the very least. And the non-human-looking aliens felt way too cartoony here, not really ethereal or interesting in the slightest. Honestly, THIS deserved to be a hybrid film, tbh; it'd help to sell the alien vibes, as well as the fantasy aspect. And in particular, if we're going for a more mature look.

Lemme know what you think! I may come back and tinker this a bit.

#disney #disney animation #strange world #league of legends #arcane #atla #avatar the last airbender #iroh #black panther #okoye

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 years

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Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: we maybe cringe but we are free and yours, Steven! - Reader

A/N: totally love the headcanon of Steven naming a cat "Cleo". I had a cat named "Cleopatra" so very soft on tht

Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Eighteen

"My boyfriend Steven Grant, a man with a mind of several degrees. You would make a hot professor."

"You aren't gettin' out of this."

"A classic brown suit and tie. Oh, I'll wear a short plaid skirt," You make a swoosh sound effect, "Oh, Prof. Grant, I need extra credit." Winking.

"Not listening nope it is your turn!"

"But professor!" Laughing as you try to contain yourself while on his lap. "I need a refresher on Osiris, uwu."

"God, did you just 'uwu'!?"

"UwU, nyah, nyah."

"Go do that as you give Cleopatra a bath!"

This is hundred percent how you imagine parenting would be like with Steven. Fun: you bribing him to change a diaper, you cooking because Steven's seasoning tastes are something to be desired; very domestic.

You pout playful as you drag (yes literally dragged) yourself off your cute boyfriend to fetch the cat currently resting on the floor outside your father's room.

"Good luck!" Calling out before hearing you coaxing your cat.

Steven helped named her, Marc calls her 'cat', and Jake plays with her or she sleeps on him. Bastet says he is a keeper (meaning all of them but she does no't know about the DID). They all provide so much for you though you know Marc wishes he could do more, likely from talking with Jake, yet keeps his distance respecting boundaries.

You wish he would come out, you aren't sure how to ask or if you are allowed to do that.

After bathing the cat, a grumpy girl rightfully, and feeding her treats and brushes; you start cooking while Steven is going over your history paper for Western Civilization class. "This one needs rewording."

"Thank you, professor!" You made the basic and messy finger food: tacos. You totally forgot to do food shopping. "Anyway, ignore that! I got you a gift!"

"For me?"

"Yup," You pull out a small box, "Listen, if you don't like it you can return it for a store credit."

Steven gives you a look making you shut up and hand over the box.

"A blue sarcophagus… A pencil case! Thanks." Of course he would be happy with that! "Oh, aw you got my name written in hieroglyphs. Look at you putting my books to you, clever girl." He is happy then he opens it. "OH!"

"Heh."

"A watch, wait this.." Checking out the wristband next to his phone, "This is…"

"It took some saving up and calling around but, you seem like the type to enjoy a wristwatch."

This is not a Christmas gift. You went Christmas shopping to shut your aunt up and to jump on sales, personally you do not celebrate it and being respectful of Marc's Jewish background; this is a gift celebrating how long you both have been together. To think your spring semester abroad was gonna land you an amazing boyfriend with two other men you hold dear, you enjoy the good parts.

"Listen, New Years is coming and…"

"Bullocks, I forgot about the party! Listen the museum is having an event and I'm stuck—"

"That's great!" You shout then facepalm yourself, "I mean we both are busy. My friend asked me to go out with them that evening." Groaning, "Art stuff and networking.

"There, there, the day after we can celebrate on our own, yeah? Marc has a pretty good liquor collection."

Steven feels guilty about lying.

"Ooo, get lit like a couple of teenagers, ay?" Winking at him, "Or we could…" Sitting on his lap wiggling your eyebrows, "Get started on that early semester extra credit, uwu."

"You had me until you said that last part."

You love being silly with him.

The holiday week is packed with Steven and Marc being in your company without fail. Marc, is one who takes you to places to see pretty much anything. Maybe he likes your actions to new things or how you try to steal warmth from his hands when you forget your gloves. With him, it is like dating all over, only he has experience and physical needs. Where Steven and yourself relationship started from mental needs, stimulating each other by debating and showing each other interests. Marc, you guess, has been around the block a few times he already knows what he wants and likes. You do not mind! He assured he can take it slow as you need, but you are eager. Jakes likes that about you too, how eager to learn and please you can get.

Marc twice has felt your hands and kisses on his skin, heard those positive affirmations you like slip in when you touch him. You are like a mini ball of sunshine. He is frightened that you will escape him one day… Or one day Steven decides he does not want to share you anymore.

Steven has it easy for he is the first one you met. Lots of shared interests, things you do not not have in common but willing to share with each other, this newest to relationships. So comfortable with each other, neither of you have to constantly go out like Marc does. While he is learning, Steven is exploring.

Steven enjoys being home with you talking away day, watching movies, occasionally making out, or being silly. The domestic life is easy for Steven but a struggle for Marc who has walls on top of walls.

He should not be jealous. It makes no sense to be jealous when you want to know him, he just hates how you look at him differently than his alter.

Trying to be equally as exciting as he seems to be, to be confident and smooth as him. Maybe it is the age difference or the way you both were raised differently or different events in your lives versus him… Marc wishes honestly he knew how to be relaxed like Steven.

Steven.

He really should not be jealous of him but that is the thing about emotions: they often do not make sense and causes us to do stupid things.

Like kissing someone under the moonlight after rescuing them.

Marc might have fucked up there.

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loverofthewindgod · 2 years

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🥞Brunch Bunch 🥞

There are so many ways one can enjoy a lovely Sunday afternoon. Strolling through the park, going to the mall, having a family cookout, sleeping in the whole day, you name it. For these 5 ladies, it's quality sister time that they rarely get to have, and what better way to enjoy that than having brunch at the greatest Café in existence!

'Scuse me, Imma just insert this wholesome imagery of the sisters vibin while makin their way downtown ^_^

Sienna: "When I say 'sister', y'all say 'time'! "Sister!"

Avani, Safara, Xuna: "Time!"

Sienna: "Sister!"

Avani, Safara, Xuna: "Time!"

Xuna: "When I say 'yummy', y'all say 'food'! "Yummy!"

Sienna, Safara, Avani: "Food!"

Xuna: "Yummy!"

Sienna, Safara, Avani: "Food!"

Tootega: "When I say 'shut', please shut up."

The Squad: 😗😗😗😗......

Avani: "Shut!"

Sienna, Xuna, Safara: "Up!"

Avani: "Shut!"

Sienna, Xuna, Safara: "Up!"

Tootega: "I'm surrounded by idiots." 😑😑😑

"Alrighty now, who's ready to have their mind and taste buds blown away?" Sienna asked, playfully walking backwards.

"Pshhhh, as an expert foodie I'll be glad to test that statement." Avani proudly shot back.

"Yea, Gordon Ramsay has NOTHING on you sis." Tootega rolled her eyes at her sister's bravado.

"I'm so happy that we get to spend time together and it's not for training or at some boring meeting!" Safara exclaimed, happily raising her hands to the sky.

"Fujin mentioned his visits to your family business and sounds like he enjoyed himself. Is it true that's where you first learned the art of cooking?" Xuna asked.

"True it be, Madam Sunshine!" Sienna finger gunned, earning a giggle from Xuna.

"Amazing! I can't wait until we arrive!"

"Well wait no longer, coz we've arrived! Ladies and Queens, it is with great honor that I welcome you to my family's pride and joy, ba da da daaaa! The Serene Garden!"

~insert Sienna doing the Will Smith Oscar pose~

Upon entering the establishment, Xuna, Avani, and Safara dropped their jaws in awe as they glanced around, even Tootega gave an impressed nod. The Café had such a warm, inviting rustic ambiance to it. The aroma of freshly made coffee and pastries filled the room, there was lively chatter among the patrons in the dining area, the bar, even the kitchen staff sounded merry. Not to mention there's a secluded library section for book lovers. You know where Tootega's gonna venture off to, heh.

Some of the patrons stopped what they were doing and noticed the ladies walking around, understandably taken aback by height differences and beautiful appearances. If they weren't 5 powerful Goddesses, one would've thought they were simply a group of insanely hot supermodels going out to eat.

As Sienna continued showing the gals around, she noticed her pawpaw Kojoe at a table serving some coffee with a side of smiles.

"Cuckoo Koko!" Almost dropping the kettle after hearing the very familiar voice, Kojoe took a deep breath, politely excused himself from the table, and just dashed his way on over to his daughter.

"MAHH BEBEH GORLLL!!!!" YOU CAME BAAAAAACK!!" What better way to welcome your child back than to hug em tight and spin them around like a mad man while speaking an entirely different language in front of your customers hahaha.

"Oh gods, more weird people." Tootega winced at the unusual, yet wholesome family encounter.

"Lemme tell you sumthin, buttercup. The second I heard Cuckoo, that's when I thought, 'hmm only one gal knows how cuckoo koko be, and that when I knew it was my little rose bud." Kojoe whimsically booped his daughter on the nose, as if he forgot or just refused to believe that his girl is all grown up. Sienna then took the time to introduce the Goddesses to her father.

"Girls, I want you to meet my father, Kojoe. Paw paw, these lovely ladies are Fujin's sisters: This is Avani, Tootega, Safara, and Xuna."

"Well I'll be cornfunded! Y'all are related to Fujin Apple?"

"Woah woah...related to who did what now?" Tootega was straight up dumbfounded by the nickname, while Xuna, Safara and Avani were trying so hard not to laugh.

"Oh, Fujin Apple is his nickname the family gave him. It's a long story." Sienna giggled.

"Ooohhh you don't know what you've done, I'm gonna have a blast with this." Avani maliciously rubbed her hands together, plotting future embarrassment for her younger brother.

"So anyway paw paw, today is a very special day I get to spend with these very special ladies. Think you can help me out with something very special?" Sienna asked.

"Sure thing baby girl. Whatchu need?"

"We need to initiate Operation Brunch Bunch"

Right on cue, the staff stopped in the middle of their duties, looking like a bunch of deer in headlights. It's not very often they get an order like this, and they were pretty excited! Knowing that the order came from Sienna meant that it had to be more wonderful than usual.

"Ohh yea we gotchu, we gotchu wildflower! You and your sisters sit back and we'll handle everything for y'all!" Kojoe kissed his daughter on the forehead before he superman'ed himself through the kitchen window alongside his head chef hubby and the rest of the crew, getting right to work.

In the meantime, the Goddesses got cozy at the outdoor patio and served Raspberry Mimosas, enjoying the peaceful, scenic view of the large fields and mountains.

"I know I have my own temple and land, but man oh man! This is the life!" Avani raised her glass, feeling on top of the world.

"Sienna, this place is absolutely beautiful! I'll have to bring Raiden here sometime, even if i have to drag him from his chambers."

"I can guarantee you he won't be mad for long once you do. Sienna suggested.

Safara happily spun around dreaming as if she was back at Strawberry Fields."I'm certain Grey would love this outdoor space, almost as much as Kiva and Hana would."

~cuts to scene of Tootega sipping her beverage in the library, reading~

"Oh look! The food's ready!" Sienna gestured over to the group of servers emerging from indoors with trays of food.

Pancakes, chicken and waffles, a french toast bake, a garden frittata, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, roasted potatoes, danish cream puff pastries, croissants, muffins, biscuits with butter, honey & homeade jams, and a fresh fruit platter. The spread layed out across the table looked like a grand buffet, truly a sight to behold.

"Bon Appétit, Mademoiselles." The servers bowed before returning inside, ending with Kojoe and Sienna exchanging two thumbs up.

The ladies gathered together at the table, taken back by the tasty offerings brought before them. After a short and sweet prayer, it was time to chow down!

"Where to start, where to start..." Avani, now in expert foodie mode, contemplated from the vast amount of food to choose from. She went for the French toast, took her first bite and she went silent, shutting her eyes.

"Soooo...what's the verdict?" Sienna teased.

"Shhhhh...I can't even look at you right now." Avani waved her fork around like she's in a dreamy haze. She was on cloud nine, a delicious fluffy toast cloud in French heaven.

"I think I'll be coming back for the chicken and waffles here."

"Oooh, the cream danishes are soooo tasty!!"

"Don't sleep on biscuits with honey, it's insane."

"Hmm, the frittata tastes pretty good."

A delectable feast such as this fit for royalty, let alone 5 Goddesses, the verdict was unanimous. Overall score gets 10 thumbs up. A Flawless (and delicious) victory!

Buuuut....it doesn't end there. Even after demolishing all that food, there was still plenty of room for early dessert! To the bakery!

"So we get our own box of whatever pastries we desire?" Xuna asked, admiring the many selections. Donuts, cupcakes, tarts, you name it. Tootega was busy keeping Avani and Safara from drooling all over the display glass.

"You sure can! Go on and help yourselves!" Sienna gave them the green light to satisfy their sweet tooths. Avani and Safara ended up getting 4 boxes each. One for the way back, one for their students, and two for a midnight snack. Safara just had to get more of those danishes that stole her heart. Tootega, Sienna and Xuna just settled for 2 boxes each. Business was real good for the bakery that day.

Now cut to the scene where the gals are heading home, sampling a few treats while just reflecting on the wonderous day they had.

"Three cheers for Sienna, who graced us with this wonderful get-together!"

"Hip hip hoorah!" Safara and Avani cheered with their mouths full.

"Today was nice." Tootega shrugged, acting like she didn't enjoy herself. She ain't foolin anybody.

"Aww, I'm touched. But I think we all deserve a cheer. Strong, beautiful, amazing, intelligent Queens who get to call each other sisters. To sisterhood!"

"To Sisterhood!!"

"Yea, I guess. Just no more sing-."

🎶Makin our way downtown, with some treats, havin fun with my sisters🎶

"Why? Why me?..." Tootega pleaded to the heavens.

Today has been nothing short of phenomenal. Each and every second was cherished. Filled with amazing food, laughter, (except Tootega lmao) and just pure vibes. Operation Brunch Bunch was a success.

Lady Xuna - @bisexualjohnnycage

The God Sisters - @ninibear3000

#mk oc #sienna #lady xuna #earth goddess avani #water goddess tootega #fire goddess safara #mutual's oc #lord raiden #lord fujin #really needed this well deserved fluffiness #quality sister time 💕#lowkey made myself hungry writing this lmao 🤣#avani is gonna embarass the living hell out of fujin #tootega was pretty much a mood the entire time #the way to safara's heart is nightwolf and danishes lol 🤣🤣#i will DEFINITELY write more moments for Xuna and Sienna #storm wives bonding time 💕

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theoutcastedartist · 2 years

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im sorry you're stressed so much but i just wanted to tell you i think you're amazing! your art is beautiful <3 and i love all your ocs and fancomics! and on that note i'd love to hear lore about lea maniac and marley solano

ANON IM GJSJAJDHSU TYY SMM 💕 I'm glad you enjoy my content sm 💕💕💕 It makes me really happy :D

I'm feeling better now thankfully, it was just a bad episode of ... something??? Tbh I don't even really know what the heck set me off yesterday and looking back on it, I'm a bit embarrassed with myself for making it known to Tumblr that I was stressed or whatever to begin with (that and I become overly chatty whenever I get like that), but oh well at least I didn't say something overly damning so no use in fretting lmao

ANYWHO OCS LORE LETSSS GOOOO BECAUSE HOLY CRAP THERES A LOT TO THESE TWO SPECIFICALLY

Aight so Lea Maniac, the queen, the girl boss herself. We stan a lovely bartender who can kick ass.

Had this character since 2018-2019 I believe(?) She started off as an Animaniacs ocs, a babysitter to the Warners and basically acted as their "Cool Mom Who Choses Violence on Anyone Who So Much as Glances at Her Kids Wrong". In Animaniacs-verse, her backstory was that she was created in 1929-ish from a studio named Syntax Maniac for a series of cartoons titled "Toon Mania" (which was the beta title for "Topsy-Turvy Toons" at the time). Lea was and still is someone who could keep up with the Warners' zany antics, alongside her fiance at the time, Loreto Wolfe. Her and Bugs had a very sibling-like dynamic in their friendship.

Now though, she's a toon whose got her own universe and her own friends, family, and origins without being tied to other pre-existing media (though there are many references to staples in animation history)

Lea Maniac is the eldest of 3 sisters, the two younger ones, LeeMay and Maylee, being twins. Daughter of Mr. Maniac (William "Bill" Maniac) and Mrs. Maniac (Claire Doug-Maniac) who were some of the first "living cartoons" featured in early shorts by Syntax Maniac Studios back in the late 1920's, but by no means famous. No one had even heard of this studio and was often losing animators to work on their shorts.

It wasn't until September 15th, 1941 that Lea Maniac made her first debut in the short "Devil Dog Darlin' " that the studio began to gain recognition and Lea became the unofficial face of Syntax Maniac Studios. She co-starred with her now Husband(tm), Loreto Wolfe, but at the time the two weren't even friends, just mere coworkers who happened to share the same set of creators. Originally, the animators had designed Loreto to be a woman and Lea's rival until Loreto approached one of them (lead animator, Lowell Mantei - who was also responsible for Lea's creation) in hopes of a redesign. From then, the script for on-screen was changed from the two being rivals, to lovers.

Off-screen Lea struggled at home, William (someone she refuses, even to this day, to ever call "Dad") was an abusive, alcoholic, asshole to both his own wife and children (not gonna specific what exactly the abuse entailed because it's genuinely distressing). She also struggled "fitting-in" to society because of how "unlady-like" and "wacky" she was compared to some of the other toons (and ya' girl was very much breaking gender roles and stereotypes of all kinds whenever she could, especially in the 40s, both on and off set).

It wasn't until one day after filming that Loreto happened to stumble upon a very distraught Lea Maniac, who was just so tired and scared of going back to living under the same roof as her father... but despite all of it,, she cares about her family, her sisters... even if they hate her even all these years later..

The two Co-Stars slowly became friends and in the late 1950s, they begin dating (and were on and off for a few years, experimenting with their orientations, etc...) It wasn't until 1964 that they officially got married. They still are happily in love with each other to this day.

Though over the years, even before the two ever started dating, Lea always had a serious alcohol and smoking problem. It had only gotten worse since she was let-off by the studio after an accident left parts of her body scarred (Syntax Maniac Studios would seen shut down in the 70s). Despite it all, she genuinely tries to improve upon these habits of hers, and Loreto is nothing short of supportive of his wife (and vice-versa). Lea is always willing to lend a shoulder to cry on for her husband. The two of them want to someday adopt kids of their own, it's a goal that motivates Lea to work on her issues.

Loreto owns a bakery that is popular to the local townsfolk. Lea works as a bartender at The Vintage Delirium, she loves all her coworkers dearly (even if they completely ban her from taking a sip lol) and her buddy, Edward Ponds, is always a blast to hang out with on any day of the week.

Lea and Loreto live in Wackyville and across from their street live two foster kids, Lilly Goats and Barbara "Barbie" Bunny. They love Lea's stories from her's and Loreto's early acting days (and of course all the sweets Loreto gives them).

(Lea Maniac is Bi-Romantic and Loreto Wolfe is Trans and Pansexual)

ALRIGHT ITS MARLEY TIME BABYYYYY ITS THE GIRL'S TIME TO SHINE WOOO

So my girl, Marley Solano, is a 17 yr old, Cuban-American, lesbian, whose been in the foster care system since she was 5 years old, and sees the best in everyone. She's also something called a "Heaven's Blessing".

At this point in her life, she doubts she'll ever find her "forever home" given how shit the system is (plus, it's not like she remembers what her parents were even like anyways). Despite her circumstances, she is a Straight A student and is nothing short of determined to make it to college. She refuses to be another statistic in the shit system (look as a former foster kid, I've got BEEF with how awful it is so forgive me for projecting a bit)

Marley loves baseball, she never goes anywhere without her prized baseball bat. It's the one possession she has that is actually HERS and she'll be damned if she let's anyone take it from her.

Her latest home is with a family of five: A Husband, A Wife, and their 3 middle school kids.

They're not the worst family she's been with, at worst they just seem to treat her like an unwanted pet or just ignore her existence entirely. That's fine. She's totally fine. It's not like she wishes they were more involved with her life or anything. Totally not wishing for that at all whatsoever. Nope.

Marley is always trying out for baseball teams when it's season, she always makes the team, but can never stick with them given how often she transfers school. Any bond she's had with teammates is usually shattered within a month or two.

This time though, seems longer, granted her team this time is not as welcoming to her, but its a nice change. Outside of baseball and academics, Marley takes cares of stray cats in the street. One night, she finds this little black stray cat, trapped and with an injured eye. She treats him and the little cat leads her to a secluded patch of trees behind an abandoned building.

She visits the little cat often, it's the closest thing she has to a pet. She names him "Knight" for how fearless and protective he is of Marley whenever other strays wonder too close to her. Like a little knight in shining armor.

One day, on her visit to Knight, she hear crying from inside the small secluded building. Of course, Marley goes to check it out.

In it, she meets Andria Skyes, another student from the same school she recently transferred to.

Andria had been chased by a group of bullies from their school for "being a witch" in their sick, usual game of "Witchhunting". She has no shame is calling herself a witch, her tearful frustration comes from being tired of having to "deal with it", having to do so since middle school. This was essentially the straw that broke the camel's back.

Marley reaches out to her... and Andria holds on.

The two become friends very shortly after. Andria even begins developing a crush on the other a month and a half later, with Marley's crush on Andria starting at the 2 months point lol

They take care of Knight together, Andria being the one to take him into her home. Marley visits often.

Two and a half months into their friendship, they admit their feelings to each other and share their first kiss. The two are fiercely protective of the other. And... there's something that Andria has noticed about Marley (besides the literally Rosy-Pink eyes)... it's how she physically responds to places that have spiritual attachments to them. Like say a church...

Every time the two have crossed the town church on the way to Andria's house, Marley feels revulsion to the point of nausea and sickness.

Another thing she noticed was Marley's lack of showing bare skin below the neck, including the palms of her hands. Andria figured she just didn't like showing skin and wouldn't ever budge, but she got an answer from Marley, who had decided one day to be vulnerable and show Andria her heavy scarring.

Marley has never willingly let anyone see all the scars that mark every inch of her body... until Andria. The weird thing about her scars, especially the oldest ones were that they were shaped like crucifixion crosses. Marley herself doesn't even know where they come from and frankly, she doesn't ever want to find out.

Marley is a character of mine who is heavily associated with religious imagery, the cross being the main one she is often seen with. With Marley, it represents that someone is watching over her. Despite all her struggles and feelings of worthlessness in times of weakness, someone has been seeing and hearing her. Even if she herself doesn't believe in the idea of "guardian angels" or faith in supposedly all-powerful supernatural beings in general.

Months after her and Andria are well into their relationship, Marley one day is on her way to her foster home from Andria's house, only to fall through a fucking portal (conveniently) leading to another dimension outside the "natural realm".

Marley suddenly find herself stuck in one of the dimensions between Hell, Heaven, and Earth, which she will come to find out is called the "Realm of Cryptids and Creatures" where every supernatural legend originates from (and occasionally leaks into the Natural Realm) they are all of Heaven and Hell's rejects that escaped going to the VoidFall Dimension, where if you stay long enough, your entire existence will erode away, all traces will be lost forever. If you have a soul however, this process is infinitely more painful as the soul resists being extinguished.

It is in the Realm of Crypids and Creatures that Marley Solano will meet The Lost Messenger, Evangelos.

He had hid from the eyes of Heaven over thousands of years ago, when Creator began having thoughts of making something called "Heaven's Blessings"... humans whose souls are one portion of a fallen angel. Incredibly rare to come across.Their sole life's mission is to grant a specific miracle to one fully human soul, should they die before they complete this miracle they will be doomed to reincarnation until they complete it. Should they succeed however. They are granted access to Paradise, but even this is even more rare. Their human lives are full of sorrow and suffering, the two parts of their souls constantly wailing in agony and react very strongly to spiritual corruption. Marley's case is no different.

Evangelos, however, had been watching over Marley from the Realm of Cryptids and Creatures since the minute she took her first breath on Earth.

He'll admit he's grown attached to the kid.

(Also Marley's nickname is Mars, cuz I think it's cute)

Thank you for letting me ramble incoherently about OC lore, Anon! 💕💕💕

#anon asks #anonymous asks #answered asks #asks #ask #oc lore #original characters #text post #long text post #like really long post #lea maniac #marley solano #anon ask #in which i ramble #about my ocs for 3 hours straight #at least that how long it took to write this anyways lol #thank you for asking!#it is past midnight rn but idc cause i love talking about my ocs whenever peoole ask 💕💕💕

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just-plenty-of-prompts · 2 years

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Hi, sorry, I really love your writing! You're very descriptive. Could you maybe do a character creation? I'd love to see what a character from you looks like.

say hello to character yellow, this is one I made a while back, I plan on making a character themed by each color, though my PC is busted and I'm waiting to fix it before I'd go on.

I hope you like her~

She enjoys watching leaves fall from a tree, she smiles when she hears kids laugh, she closes her eyes and hums softly when the music reaches her ears. With an eye for art and a love for nature Xania Sared is a happy soul

“Do you know what the word apricity means? It's a word that represents the warmth of the sun during winter, it’s my favorite word because it reminds me that even during the coldest winters, the sun is still there. It might be hard to feel but it’s not gone, just wait and the blessed heat will be back on your skin,”

Name: Xania Sared

Nickname: Nia.

Nia was a character in a popular children's show when Xania was young, it featured a teen who explored the world, and saved countless people through her travels, the teen was confident and cheerful. Xania’s friends always teased her about being similar to the character and started calling her by the last half of her name, due to it being the same as the character's first name.

Character Alignment: Lawful good, Xania is a good person by heart and was raised to hold the law in high regard, she’s not the type to break them for any reason and has a lot of faith in authority figures.

Eye color: A striking rich brown that shines hazel when it reflects light.

Body/build: Due to Xiania’s active lifestyle, she has a rather slim build with simple muscle mass, nothing over the top, and no abs but she looks fit and in good health.

Height: 163 cm Skin: Pale peach, she’s no snow-white but she burns pretty badly.

Face Features: She has an oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a small scattering of freckles.

Hair color: Brown Hair description: Her hair is rather long, this is due to the fact that all the woman in her family always grow their hair out until it hits their bum, it’s tradition. She keeps it tied in twin buns, you will scarcely see her with it loose. She loves her hair, but it’s a pain to wash and take good care of. It’s also really soft.

Resemblance: Xania is often mistaken for her father's sister, her parents had her rather early and she looks like a female version of him! Most tend to be shocked when they find out that she’s his daughter and not his sister.

Health: Xania is in great health! She does have a bee allergy and a cat one, which sucks because she loves cats. She hates bee’s though; those things are devils!

Clothes: She has a very colorful and artsy style, often seeming slightly vintage

Bedroom: Her room is a mess! A very organized mess, no seriously she knows there’s a paper clip on the floor by the corner of her desk that has been lying there for a week. She knows. There are some art things in there, plenty of posters, a bed, and eh things? Ohhh she has plants too! Can't forget those.

Mannerism: Xania swings her arms and pushes herself onto her tippy toes before sinking back down to stand normally, a habit she picked up as a kid whenever she felt awkward, if you catch her eye when she does this, she’ll smile rather stiffly and look away. She hops when excited or bored, it’s a more fast passed hop with a bright expression when excited and a slower hopping from place to place while repeating ‘hop, hop, hoppy’ to herself when bored, she does it to amuse herself. She'll fluster and stop with an awkward laugh if she catches you staring while she does it. She blinks repeatedly when she can’t understand what someone is saying.

Education: She was/is really terrible at school, she just can’t concentrate, there are so many more interesting things to see! She'll often forget she has homework and just does some art instead. She doodles in her books a lot.

Personality traits: Chipper, Hyper, Kind, Lazy, stubborn, stingy.

Fears: Desk jobs, no seriously how boring must it be? Xania doesn’t really have much or any fears.

Coping Mechanism: Crying, she cries when she’s angry, she cries when she’s sad, she cries when she’s happy. She cries a lot. It helps her release her pent-up emotions. She draws or paints to force out her emotions.

Family: Her parents are rather young, with her having been an accident when her mom was sixteen, they stuck together though. She has a great relationship with both, her father paints with her and he teases her about getting a grandkid often. Her mom loves to bake, and she has Xania taste test the food. She has plenty of extended family that she sees often, her entire family is very close with family dinners and weekends being spent together. They play boards games after dinner or watch movies together every night. Dinner is eaten around a table together and the chatter is always positive and relaxed. She has a little brother Jureth, he’s a studious little thing and she’s pretty sure he can kick her ass in school work even though he was like six years younger. She teased him a lot and often re-decorated his room, they pranked each other a lot, he gift-wrapped everything in her bedroom once, Xania was pretty sure her dad helped with that one, but she had no proof.

Optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic, she could be falling to her death from the Eiffel tower and still be ‘I could totally land this and survive’ this girl does not know when to give up.

What would she change about herself? Her voice, she sounds like a wailing banshee when she sings.

Self-esteem: Xania has been called beautiful by well most people her entire life, she wasn’t striking but she was pretty, her self-esteem is rather high, she has a lot of confidence in herself due to her family’s constant support.

Hobbies: Listening to music, painting, bike riding, hiking, rollerblading, poster collecting, pranking, sleeping

Who are their important people: Her family, Xania’s most important people will always be her family.

What is their relationship with food? She savors every bite, Xania loves food and treats herself to new exotic things frequently. The way to her heart really is through her stomach.

How are they with Money? Saving? I'm sorry what’s that? She can’t keep money, the second she sees something artsy or yummy her money is gone.

Emotional or logical? Emotional, overly so, she won’t think through her responses until it's far too late, she gets riled up easily and her anger can distract her a lot. She holds a mean grudge.

What is their voice like? Her voice is chipper but a bit on the deeper side of the range, it’s not train whistle high but well it’s nice.

How do they talk? In fast-paced long sentences when excited or happy, her voice is bright and filled with emotion, she laughs a lot and makes excited or shocked exclamations rather often.

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morbidmeatbun · 1 year

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Lukewarm

Fandom: Project Sekai - Colorful Stage!

Character(s): Miku Hatsune (Empty Sekai)

Additional Tags: Miku N25 being cute, happy comfort hours, Mafuyu bonding with her Miku, empty sekai being empty as always, everything snow

Warnings: None

Language: English

Story - Oneshot

Miku wonders how snow feels in real life. The cherry blossoms last spring were beautiful; it wouldn't be too much if she wanted to see snow too, right?

A series of sparkling sound echoes through the ever so vast SEKAI—a sign of someone's arrival.

Miku stops from playing Cat's Cradle and looks away to see the newcomer. A purple-haired girl with an unreadable expression.

Her face lits up.

“Welcome back, Mafuyu,” Miku greets as she walks to her. Strings still intertwined in her hands.

“Hello, Miku.” Mafuyu's eyes scans her SEKAI virtual singer from top to bottom, keeping her in check. “How are you? I'm sorry I didn't get to visit you often, there was a mock test last week and my mother told me to study.”

Shaking her head gently, Miku draws a soft smile. “I'm doing well. Besides there are others here to accompany me, so please take your time.”

Mafuyu's face relaxes. “That's good. I'm glad you're okay.”

That simple statement gives Miku a warm feeling in her chest. Not because she's happy to be asked about her condition; instead, it's because Mafuyu's becoming better at being able to communicate her feelings. Clearly Mafuyu worries her.

Usually it's just exchanged silence and brief nods, but ever since Mafuyu joined Nightcord at 25, she has changed for the better—albeit slowly, but certain to improve her mental health.

“Is that a tree?”

The sudden question pulls out Miku from her trance, she sees Mafuyu gazing at her hands, curious.

Miku stretches her fingers, revealing a more distinct shape of her makeshift strings. “Ah, yes. This is a tree. But I was trying to make it more like the cherry blossoms. It's harder than I thought.”

“I see. It seems you like them very much.”

“I do, the stems you and others brought here were beautiful. I never knew the outside world had a lot of wonders,” Miku says, her eyes shining with fondness. Showing her string work further to Mafuyu so she can take a better look.

The lyricist tilts her head as if thinking of something. Her eyes jump between the tree and Miku for a moment.

“Then, have you seen snow?”

“Huh?”

Mafuyu continues, “Snow, it's white and cold. Though a lot of people think it's similar to shaved ice.”

Hearing her explanation makes Miku wonder. And then it clicks.

“Is it beautiful?”

A quaint gleam can be seen in Miku's heterochromic eyes. Interested in what this 'snow' is.

Mafuyu thinks for a moment, but she immediately shakes her head. “You should take a look for yourself.”

“Thank you for showing me this, Mafuyu,” Miku says while examining a blob of white in front of her. Reaching out her hand and tries stroking it. Unfortunately, Miku can't feel anything besides her fingers slipping through.

Too bad being a hologram has its own cons.

Mafuyu nods. Her palm held out the cold powder, seemingly undisturbed by its temperature.

(Art by murousaisei123 on Twitter)

“It's pretty,” Miku mumbles. “White ... I feel calm looking at it. Do you think so too, Mafuyu?”

“Hm ... maybe.” Staring at her hands, Mafuyu still holds the same placidity on her face. “It's cold and troublesome, especially when there are blizzards going on for days. The road would be full of snow, and my father would shovel it all day.”

Now that it is dark, a few lit lamp streets scatter throughout the neighborhood's main road, illuminating the gray pavement. Dots of snowflakes falling slowly with such delicacy.

The freezing breeze flew throughout Mafuyu's balcony, caressing her cheek. She shivers a bit.

“But despite all that ... winter is still one of the seasons I enjoy. It reminds me of you too,” Mafuyu adds. A faint smile evident across her lips.

“Hm? Snow is like me? How can that be?”

Mafuyu hums in response without looking at her holographic friend. She seems lost in thought.

“Your hair is just like them and—”

A part of me.

“Nevermind.”

Miku raises her eyebrows, curious about the last part. But she didn't pry further. Her hands trail her ash-grey pigtails, finding a resemblance to what Mafuyu says.

“I see. I'm happy you're looking out for me,” Miku says, her voice soft and gentle.

Eyes widening, Mafuyu glances at her little friend. Caught off guard by her statement. She then realizes that Miku somehow occupies a certain spot in the back of her head. Whenever she found something interesting, her immediate thought was “Will she like this?”

When Miku smiles, it sends unexplicable warmth to her heart. She's like a little sister Mafuyu didn't know she had.

Empty SEKAI is a safe haven for her, and she can't imagine life being the same as now without it.

Mafuyu's grateful for her virtual companion.

“It's time we head back,” she reminds. Putting the snow back in its place swiftly. “And if I had time, maybe I could show you the winter illuminations at the park.”

#MocaFanfiction #❴❀❵ - Project Sekai #❴✿❵ - Nightcord at 25 #❴❁❵ - Miku Hatsune

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kiribaku-queen · 2 years

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His Hidden Desire [1]

Romance, adventure, drama, angst

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER SERIES! It's been a long time coming but we made it. In the beginning, it's gonna be slow updates because I'm still writing of some WIP that needs to be uploaded ASAP but once those are over with, we will go back to having weekly updates. I also need to get into the groove of writing...

So I'm not particularly proud of this title piece but I paid lots of money for it so I have to use it at least once! Please don't bash the artist in the comments.

Like always I AM SO EXCITED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST! Happy reading my loves!

Summary: Being engaged to a Prince that doesn’t want you was such a classic move, but it was your duty to do so. But that didn’t mean you could be your own personality. You wanted something outside of the palace walls, something that would excite your world, something more. The only solution to that was to… travel with pirates?!

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“I refuse.” Todoroki’s words pierced your heart like an open wound. Although you didn’t show it, your jaw hung open in disbelief. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to hide how disappointed you were in his answer.

“Son, I��m afraid you don’t have a choice,” his father’s booming voice was loud and clear. You looked down at the floor in utter embarrassment as Todoroki continues to vent his frustration over his father’s decision.

“Whatever happened to my feelings, what I want?” Todoroki argued.

“It’s for the better of the kingdom. Besides, (y/n) is a pretty girl. You’ve known each other since you were babies, so why can’t she be your wife?” your ears grew hot with more embarrassment, and it was safe to say Todoroki was feeling the same. Totally off guard, Todoroki didn’t know how to respond.

“That’s not the point dad,” he muttered under his breath. His hands were crossed against his chest and he tucked his head inwards to try to hid his face and the blush that was evident on his face.

“Then what is the point?” his father challenged, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I… don’t love her,” he softly spoke. You were standing right next to him and even you were having a hard time hearing him.

“Speak up boy,” his father commanded. Then, with closed eyes and all his might, he yelled.

“I don’t love her and I will never love her!”

Ah, young love. That was 10 years ago. His words hurt like a bitch to say the least. Does he love you now? No. But at least that gave you a wake up call to get over your childish crush on him. Despite his hurtful words on how he never wants to marry you, you still remain the best of friends. Still did everything together, just no romantic feelings. Even though later down the road, this special event was still going to happen, you decided to address it when the time comes.

His parents kept you around the palace to try to force a relationship between you two. You thought it would work and that he would eventually fall for you, but Todoroki was so adamant in falling in love with his own person that heartache wasn’t worth it. Don’t get it wrong, you two were still close as friends, but now that you weren’t trying to win his heart every second of the day, you were able to enjoy your own hobbies.

You fell in love with the art of dance. How they move to the rhythm and watching the pure joy on their face as the danced captivated you. You started to practice with a dance teacher, them teaching you the very basic of basic steps.

“Posture, Lady (y/n),” the teacher lightly wacked you on the back with a stick, causing you to jolt up with your back straight.

“Sorry,” you apologized for your forgetfulness. Did you mention that dance has very strict rules to follow? A little too strict.

While you were busy learning how to dance, Todoroki was busy digging his nose into books upon books. That was evident when he passed the ballroom, unable to look up from the book he was reading.

“Prince Todoroki! Just in time!” your teacher called over to him. You looked up to see his confused face, rolling your eyes when you see that he still hadn’t put his book down.

“You’d be the perfect partner for the Lady,” the teacher insisted, pulling on his arm to come join you. Still not putting his book down, your dance teacher took his book and threw it who knows where.

“Partner for what?” Todoroki asked, eyes never leaving the flying book, mentally taking note of where it flew so that he could pick it up later.

“Dance. Of course,” the instructor gave a knowing smile to you. If you could face palm yourself, you would. You knew exactly what that smile entails. Thankfully, Todoroki hadn’t quite caught on yet. You’d think Mr. Smarts would catch on, but his head was too filled with those too hard to understand words.

Todoroki didn’t look too fond of having his studies be interrupted to dance silly-willy all over the room.

“I don’t see why this is necessary,” he complained, but nevertheless took your hand in his and assumed the correct position.

“It’s practice for when you do the real thing at your wedding,” your dance teacher said.

“Again with this stupid wedding…” he angrily said under his breath. You couldn’t help but look down at the ground again in shame. It’s not like you asked to marry him either. But it couldn’t hurt him to not be so upset about it. Were you that unappealing that he didn’t even want to consider you as a potential wife?

“Can’t you just help me practice, as a friend,” you emphasized, making it known that marriage was not on your mind. Todoroki gave you one look and finally obliged.

Practice was set in motion. You had been dancing by yourself for quite some time, but you had never danced with a partner before. And this session was a complete mess. The look on the dance teachers face showed all. She was mortified, looking like she was about to give up completely. You and Todoroki didn’t have chemistry at all. Both of you were looking straight at the ground due to both of you stepping on each other’s toes, making none of you look gracious and lovely.

“Ow, that’s my toe!” you shrieked in pain.

“You’re supposed to follow my lead!” Todoroki argued back.

“You’re not even following the right steps!” you pushed him a little to get him back on track, but that caused both of you to mess up even more.

“It’s not my fault you can’t follow instructions,” Todoroki teased.

“Oh yeah? Well at least I’m not a naturally bad dancer,” you teased back. Your friendly banter turned into something a little more flirtatious. More stepping on toes just to bug each other and insults were being thrown every which way to get on your nerves. Little did you know, your dance teacher had already given up for the day and was long gone. But you still were dancing your way around the ballroom.

Dancing wasn’t the only thing you found joy in. You found even more joy escaping the palace walls and blending in with the people around you. But it was only at night when you decided to be a little adventurous.

Being kept within the walls was so restrictive. You felt like you couldn’t find your true self because you were always pretending to be the perfect bride for the prince. Even if you showed any of your true colors, you were disciplined into hiding those away to show the most perfect princess-to-be. It wasn’t until one night when you were roaming the sides of the castle did you find a secret passage way that led you right to the busy streets of the town. Luckily for you, there were no guards posted in that area so you were able to sneak in and out as much as you pleased without getting caught.

You spent many night exploring the cheerful and lively neighborhood. It was so different compared to the dull and uptight upbringing you had in the palace. Everyone was friendly towards you, they welcomed you into their traditions. You were able to discover hot snacks and foods that you thought you’d never try, you bought clothes that were colorful and fun, not neutral or boring. You even bough small antics back from. For memories sake.

“What’s that?” Todoroki asked, stopping in his tracks when he was passing your room and saw you with unusual looking toy that he’s never seen before. You were too mesmerized with the toy in front of you that you didn’t have enough time to hide it away.

“Oh…” you stopped to pause and think of a quick excuse. Only, you were bad at lying.

“Nothing?” you even questioned yourself. You didn’t know how to lie but you didn’t anyway. Way to look suspicious.

“That doesn’t look like something we’d get from the toymaker,” the prince pointed out.

“It’s not,” you say, now hurrying to put it away.

“So, where did you get it?” he came closer to you, getting close to your face as if to intimidate you into telling him your secret information. But you were quick to lock it away safe and away from nosy people like the boy in front of you.

“Looks like that’s my little secret,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him and strutting away like a boss princess-to-be you are.

Now it’s been a handful of years since you started your living a double life in and outside the palace. The average day consisted of you playing the perfect princess while your night life is where you brought out your true desires and dreams. But your days of sneaking out at night were about to come to an end. You and Prince Todoroki are now adults. Which means… marriage was right around the corner. And the Prince still had no intention of marrying you. At least, from what you could tell.

Aside from studying his days away and physically and mentally dodging the topic of marriage, Todoroki also took up the hobby of mastering sword fighting in order to become a sufficient King. And you could vouch for him, after spying on his practices, that he was becoming a fine swordsman.

Todoroki was taking up fencing, another style of combat fighting to have a more diverse fighting style. Who knows? Maybe it would come in handy someday. The swords were clashing and Todoroki’s head was already filled with frustration. His mind was in the gutter that entire morning that he just can’t seem to fully focus on what he was doing.

“Again!” Todoroki demanded, quickly taking form to strike his opponent back. But his partner was quick on their feet today, never giving the Prince a chance to breath.

“What’s wrong Princey? Can’t keep up with me?” his opponent teased. And usually, Todoroki wouldn’t mind the trash talking. Hell, it only brought more fire to the flame. But this time, it was irking him real bad. But the more annoyed and in his head he was, the more he was messing up. He was about to call it a day until he saw a glimpse of you. Now normally, he would look at you and look away, thinking nothing of it. But in that moment, he didn’t know. Something about how you looked that day was… something different.

You were sitting on a thick tree branch that just so happened to be aligned with their practice window. A pencil and paper were in your hands, a twisted and frustrated expression contorted on your face as you were practicing on how to draw. And your drawing looked horrid. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong, but it certainly wasn’t right and you didn’t know how to fix it. But the look of concentration, how the orange rays of sunlight were perfectly hitting your face and how the loose strands of hair fell down the sides of your face stunned the Prince. And the first thought that came to his mind was wow. Have you always looked like that? Why did you look so pretty? It was such a perfect picture that his breath got taken away.

That moment of distraction made Todoroki lose his practice match. His opponent saw the distracted look on his face and took no time in poking him in the chest, earning him yet another winning point.

“Gotcha,” the opponent taunted the Prince but you know what? Todoroki didn’t care about his match anymore. All previous defeats and annoyances went to the back of his mind, probably never to come up again.

“Good game,” Todoroki dismissed himself.

“That’s it? Come on, one more game!” his partner tried to keep him there but Todoroki was already trotting away towards you.

“(y/n)!” he greeted you at the window. Now looking at you up close, his mind wasn’t playing tricks. You looked so different from how he remembered you as a kid. You looked older, your features had matured. He saw you everyday but how come he never noticed how much of a woman you’ve become. Was he seeing you as a woman now?

“Oh, Shouto,” you were surprised to hear his voice coming from the window.

“What are you doing?” he asks. You showed him your failed drawing of a bird with a defeated look on your face.

“Doodling,” you simply respond.

“In a tree?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Inspiration,” you shrugged.

“Looks like your place of inspiration isn’t translating on the page,” he laughed, taking a closer look at your drawing. Your proportions are all over the place. The head was too big for it’s body, it didn’t have wings yet and there wasn’t a single good line. Abstract art if you will.

“No? But it’s so pretty up here. And you can see the village from here,” you pointed out, looking out into the distance were lights were starting to shine as the sky became darker and darker.

“But it’s safer inside,” Todoroki said, sticking his hand out to help you down. You stared at his hand, tucked your paper and pencil under your arm, and carefully stepped down onto the window ledge while using the other branches to hold your balance. When your balance became stable, you jumped down onto the palace floors and brushed off any debris off you. Todoroki was still there, holding his hand out and in no time, you were already next to him without his help.

“Thanks!” you turned to him, cheerfully and went on your way, disregarding the look of pure amazement and intrigue on his face.

It was in that moment where Prince Todoroki started looking in your direction a little more than usual. He caught himself stealing glances at you during meals, would always look for you to see where you were, caught himself daydreaming about you as you were always in his mind. All because he saw you out that damn window. There’s no way…

He thought it was a one day infatuation. He thought his thoughts of you would disappear as fast as they came, but he didn’t know how to get you out of his head.

It was a rather late night. Todoroki didn’t know what he was doing up so late. By this time, he would have already been fast asleep but a certain someone kept him from dream land. So he roamed the castle until his eyes became heavy enough for him to go back to bed. But an unusual sight became of him. You were still awake. And it didn’t look like you were going to bed anytime soon, judging by what you were wearing.

He saw you creeping down the long hallways with a black cloak on, its hood covering most of your face. Sensing how secretive you were being, he hid behind the wall and only glanced out when he saw you were far enough so you couldn’t sense him. He kept following you down each and every hallway until you got to a dead end. The only think left was… an open window. No way. He rushed to the window and leaned out. Sure enough, you were still making your way to whatever you were doing. But if he didn’t catch up now, he was sure going to lose you. Not taking any chances, he jumped out the window, just as you had done and chased after you, still putting some distance between you two. He saw you glancing from each side of you and you suddenly disappeared through a secret passageway. Were there no guards around? Where were you going? And does he follow you? Curiosity got the best of him and he warily passed through the tunnel only to find himself in the midst of shining lights, loud music, chatter everywhere. He made it outside the palace walls and into the village.

Todoroki’s jaw was dropped and the stunning image in front of him. The sight he sucked in was new and overwhelming. Thank god he was still in his pajamas so he sort of blended in with everybody else. The new environment almost made him forget why he was even here in the first place: he had to go find you. Shit. Because he got distracted, you had completely vanished from his sight.

“Sorry I’m late!” you huffed and puffed, entering the backstage of the performance area where all the other performers were already dressed and ready to go. The leader of the dance was making their way to you in haste.

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked, not happy with how you showed up. “We were about to perform without you!”

“I know, I know! I had problems with my skirt,” you said with an apologetic look. “But I’m here and I’m ready to go!” you said determined.

“Well you better be because we are up next! Let’s go ladies!” your dance leader shouted and all the girls who were performing next were in line. You were the last in line, making sure your skirt, your mask and everything was in place. You didn’t want to get scolded later for not having the proper uniform on. And cue the music, it was show time.

Todoroki stopped to look around this huge crowd that was formed. In front were tables that surrounded the invisible, circle-like stage and everyone else who couldn’t find a seat was standing behind those tables. After a quick glance, Todoroki could tell that those people seated were probably important. Who cares about them though? He was here to find you and there was a good possibility that you were here within the crowd. All he had to do was find you.

Music suddenly started to play from the band next to the circle and from out behind the curtain, several dancers came out to perform. Had he not noticed your unique way of movement, he would have never imagined you dancing in front of a large crowd and especially with these provocative moves. It was hard to pinpoint who you were from all the other girls because of their similar outfits: red, silky skirts with bells handing around the waist with a matching top and a red, silky mask that covered your face except your eyes. You had a way of moving that made you so recognizable to him. And when he watched your further, your unique eyes that made you stand out from everybody else captured his attention and he was left mesmerized.

You were seductive and confident in your movements, swaying your kips and moving like he’s never seen you move before. Sure, you’ve mastered how to dance with a partner and dance on your own, but that was formal dancing. This? Now this was on a whole new level of dance. He could watch you move elegantly across the stage all day if he wanted to.

This. This was the life you wanted. You wanted to be able to move freely to the music playing. You wanted to not worry about anything or have to live up to anyone’s standards. You were able to be yourself here. You weren’t meant to be stuck inside a palace. Here, you were able to escape all your worries, all your fears and just live.

You followed the routing to a T, swaying and moving your body the way it was meant to be moved. You knew you were a crowd favorite. You knew many eyes were on you and that’s why they always put you in the front. This was part of the routine where you separated from the group to do your own thing and pose for the end of the song. You always loved this part because you got creative freedom to do whatever you pleased without a say from anyone.

You spun and spun, letting your red skirt flare out to create a captivating imagine of a flower. By the end of the routine, you had purposely sat on one of the tables, seducing whoever the customer was at the table. But you came face to face with a gorgeous stranger, his crimson eyes drawing you in, actually making you freeze and forget where you were. Your eyes went from trying to seduce and captive the crowd to being seduced and captivated by this stranger instead. It could be the same for this stranger because his eyes seemed to tell all too. He was laid back in his chair, feeling nonchalant about the performance. But when he made eye contact with you, he sat up in his seat, leaning forward on the table to get closer to you.

You knew he was getting closer but for some reason, you didn’t want to back away. You stayed in your ending pose, breathing heavily from the performance while completely spellbound. You couldn’t look away from his eyes no matter how hard you tried.

Whistle. Whistle. Whistle.

The blow of several whistles rang throughout the crowd, finally snapping you out of the trance. You looked back to see a look of panic on everyone’s faces. Soon, a man pushed everyone out the way and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Pirates!” he shouted. An uproar began and everyone started running in all sorts of directions. Pushing and shoving, everyone was trying to fend for themselves. You, being one of them. You immediately cursed under your breath and leapt off the table to run and grab your things. You were about to run away but you decided to look back at that stranger one last time and he was sitting in the same place, gazing in your direction as if no one was panicking around him. His friends looked panicked though, trying to get his attention and forcing him to get up so they could leave too.

Todoroki didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was that he had to find you fast. He yelled your name and tried making his way to you, but the sea of people made it too hard for him to reach you and eventually, he had lost any sight of you.

You got lost in the crowd, running wherever your feet decided to take you. You managed to grab your belongings despite how rough everyone was being and how little time you had to actually grab it. You grabbed your change of clothes, it being commoner’s clothing, and you changed as you went. You turned a corner, you took your top off and quickly replaced it with your shirt. Same goes with the mask, randomly discarding it somewhere within the village, as well as your pants. It was a shame to throw your outfit away hastily like that, but you couldn’t afford to get caught. Plus, you could always make a new one. Entertainment, like the performance you just put on, was illegal. Whether the cops were looking for pirates or not, if you got caught, there was no going back to the palace without revealing your true identity. And you’d rather keep that for as long as you can.

You heard the cops getting closer, the sound of the whistle was making your heart start to race. There’s no way you were going to get caught now. Panic in full rise, you looked at your surroundings to find some sort of hiding place. You were by the coast and the only decent hiding place was this abandoned ship docked right in front of you. Taking no chances, you climbed aboard the ship, going as deep and as low as you could in hopes you don’t get caught. Once you settled for a good hiding spot in a room in the lower deck, you finally relaxed and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Once as the guards pass, you’d get off as soon as possible and head home. This was too much for one night. You glanced out the small window and saw the guards split ways, making you relieve a sigh of relief. About time. Time to go home.

You stood up and all of a sudden, you felt movement. You held your hands out as if to try to balance yourself. Had you just imagined that or were you going crazy? Another big movement and you fell to the floor this time.

What is happening? Your eyes made it to the window and the deck was suddenly getting further and further away. Panic ensuing in your again, you ran to the window and sure enough, the ship that you had snuck onto was indeed moving.

Shit, you were on the pirate’s ship.

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charliedawn · 2 years

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What would the Hannibal family think of a reader who is getting back into the ballet/dance world after they stopped for a few years?

Morgan used to dance.

He stopped when his parents died because he had to find a job and ended up as a waiter at some local bar where his talents at dancing were viewed as...quite feminine (which is absolutely not true) and brought him trouble with his employer.

However, he always loved to dance and it allowed him to escape the hell he was living in before he met Hannibal Sr.

He would be supportive of your decision and make sure you're ready, but would also be worried.

He knows that dance can be extremely challenging, mentally and physically.

Morgan *smiles and leads you into a waltz* : "Remember to breathe, okay my little swan ?"

He would be there to help you practice and assist to all of your representations. He would also help you get back into it.

Morgan is a very good dancer and you would learn a lot from him.

You would both help each other and become used to to dancing around the Hannibal mansion with no care in the world.

The other Hannibals would be entertained and enjoy the show.

Kevin was actually snooping on your computer when he accidentally saw one of your old recordings.

"Wait..That's—!"

He was so excited to tell everyone and was the one to actually push you to get back into it.

He would be the best support and bring the whole family to cheer you up during your representations.

You don't have a cheerleader ? No worries. You got a Kevin.

"WOUHOU ! YOU GOT THIS !"

He would love to see you dance, but wouldn't be able to help out much. 😅

He doesn't know how to dance and would probably just spin you around a couple of times.

However, he would never pass on the occasion to get a free show and would be your number one fan.

He would never miss a representation and have only words of encouragement for you.

He would also make it a ritual for the both of you to go buy ice-cream at the end of all of them.

Kevin may not feel much, but whenever he would see you dance ?

He would feel something thump in his chest and wouldn't be able to stop smiling..

Kevin *smiles with his ice-cream in hand* : "You're amazing.."

You *smile back* : "Thanks.."

Hannibal Jr. spent a lot of time learning how to dance, as it kept him fit and would approve your decision to get back.

He had numerous classes on dance as a child, courtesy of his father who always saw it as a noble art and sport.

Hannibal Jr. would train you and would help you find your passion again and show you how much dancing is freeing and satisfying.

He would buy you brand new dancing outfits and shoes to show his support.

Hannibal Jr. *smiles when he hears you want to dance again* : "I'm happy to hear it. You're a natural talent. Do not hide it."

He would assist to your representations as well and even buy you flowers to give you at the end.

"I thought about throwing it on the scene with the rest of the crowd ? But, it would be a shame to let them go to waste ?"

He would then bring you somewhere after your first representation to celebrate and even invite you to dance with him.

Hannibal Jr. *smiles and extends his hand towards you* : "May I ?"

Where do you think his son got the moves ?

The man is passionate about dancing and would love to make your head spin or waltz with you any time.

He wouldn't be able to be there for all your representations, unfortunately, as he is supposed to be locked up most for the time..

But, everytime he would have a jail break or a moment outside ?

He would go see you and smile during the whole representation, his eyes fixed on you and observing every single one of your moves.

He would marvel at your grace and would never tire of praising you.

"I'm glad you decided to continue..You were always talented."

You *chuckle* : "How would you know ? You've never seen me dance before.."

Hannibal Sr. *smiles enigmatically* : "Let's just say..I'm a long time fan."

He would then kiss the back of your hand before asking you.

"If you are not too tired..How about you entertain the wish of an old fan and allow him to dance with you ?"

You would then smile and nod.

"It would be my pleasure..old friend."

Peter would be excited to see you dance for the first time and would insist you show him.

He would sit down and put on some music before watching you..until he would be tired of watching and join you.

He's no professional. He barely knows the basics.

He would most likely spin you a few times before bursting out laughing or falling.

"Well. You sure do have more chances than me to become a dance star."

He would try to help the best he can and bring you everything you need during practice.

He would also ask to assist to your daily classes and stay stunned by the effort and your majesty..

He would soon become a fan of your dance and would try to get some classes from Hannibal Sr. or Hannibal Jr.

Peter *extending his arm forward and raising his leg behind him with difficulty* : "L..Like this ?"

Hannibal Sr. *sighs before nudging his shoulder gently, making him fall* : "Balance, my boy..Balance."

Hannibal Jr. *smiles and gets him up* : "Come on, Peter. We know you can do it."

They would train him so he may one day have the nerve to ask you to dance and not make a fool of himself.

He would never get to your level..but, he would try so he may one day ask you to dance..Just one dance.

He would then take his wish as aspiration to do his best and understand you better.

Peter : "You'll see Y/N..I'll do it ! Just you wait !"

You *looking at his training session discreetly from the door with a smile on your face* : "I'm sure you will.."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #morgan hannibal #kevin hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal family

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boldlyanxious · 2 years

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Love is in the Error

Part 2

Part 1

Masterlist

Roy loved how much Lian liked her new preschool. They had an even bigger art emphasis and also music and dance which was exactly what she enjoyed. The other students seemed friendly and the staff was wonderful but he was finding a bit of an issue with a few of the parents. They were a little overly familiar. A couple of the mothers were single and one was very clear to tell him how impressed she was with him as a single father. He smiled politely and then tried to rush Lian away. But today he was running slightly late and he saw the woman there talking to Lian while she had sent the teacher to get her something. Lian was friends with the woman’s daughter but he could hear her as he walked up, guiding the questions to himself rather than her own child. But Lian’s answer made the woman unhappy.

“My dad is going to marry Marinette. She fixed my dress and I’m going to make one to wear at the wedding.” Lian spotted him then, “Daddy! Look what I made.”

In order to give appropriate attention to her creativity he just ignored the other woman eyeing him and pretended to have not heard. He would just have to talk to Lian about it later. He couldn’t let her spread the idea. He waved at the teacher and signed Lian out before the other parent could rush through leaving and ask more questions. Given the choice he would much prefer Marinette to the other woman, but for now he was focusing on Lian.

—

Marinette smiled when she saw Lian in the booth. There was a large round booth that she excitedly climbed into and pulled the couple with her to sit on either side. She didn’t see Roy with them but they must be someone Lian knew quite well because she was talking animatedly to them. Marinette stopped by with menus.

“Marinette. I’m so happy you are here. You weren’t here last time but I told Jason all about you. Now I'm here with my grandparents.”

“I’m so sad to have missed you.” Marinette said, smiling. “I hope they all still treated you extra special.”

“The pancake didn’t have strawberry bows but I still ate it.” Lian said. “But I’m getting a burger today. Grandpa Oliver said we can make a face on it.”

“That sounds like fun. I’ll make sure you have the best squeeze bottles for face making,” Marinette said.

She took the orders for the burgers of the other 2 and smiled as she walked away. Lian was already drawing on her menu.

“She seems really nice. I can see why you like it her so much Lian,” Oliver said.

“She is the best. I’m so happy she is going to be my new mom,” Lian said.

Oliver and Dinah tried not to give each other the concerned looks where Lian could see. They knew that Roy wasn’t interested in having a relationship with them right now but it was rather shocking that he wouldn’t tell them that he was engaged. The food arrived shortly and they could clearly see that Marinette was taking special care of Lian by making the toppings for the burger perfect for making faces. She clearly cared about the girl. They would try not to push for information from Roy. They didn’t want to push too hard and have him stop letting them see Lian.

—

Marinette was in a hurry today. She was almost out the door but her pants caught on the door frame. She had to go back in to change them and then rushed back out without looking. She stopped suddenly, slamming right into someone as she was leaving. She looked back up and was shocked to see Roy. He had steadied her with his hands. She had thought he might live in the building because of the timing of his visits to the cafe. It usually seemed to be when they were leaving for the day or when they came back in the afternoon. Lian usually had her school bag. But she was shocked that he appeared to be directly across the hall from her.

“I’m so sorry. I was in a rush and didn’t look,” Marinette said, pushing herself away from his chest.

“That is the same as I did. I was rushing without looking too,” he replied.

He held her arm until she was steady and then they went to the elevator when it opened. Marinette turned to wave at him when she turned towards the diner. Then she reached out for his shirt and wiped at it where her face had left a bit of makeup on his shirt.

“Oh no. I appear to have messed up your shirt. If you have a moment I can get a cloth inside and try to get it out,” Marinette said.

Roy didn’t actually have the time but it wouldn’t really harm anything if he were late. Jason might say something but it wasn’t serious. He probably just liked the feel of her fingers on his chest almost as much as the feel of her suddenly pressed against him when they collided.

“I could do that. I always love the pastries so maybe I could get one for me and my friend,” Roy said.

“I’m not sure if there will be any today. I was off yesterday and I’m just now going in so anything left may not be very fresh,” Marinette said apologetically.

“You make all the pastries here? That is phenomenal.” Roy exclaimed.

“Yeah. I wanted more than they wanted to pay me so I mentioned that while I wasn’t trained as a baker professionally that my parents ran a patisserie in Paris so I knew how to make a lot of things.”

She couldn’t see the look on his face because she had turned away to get a cloth. She was very focused on the task of trying to get the mark off his shirt. She didn’t even notice when he shivered when she slipped her hand up the inside of his shirt to get a better angle on the mark. She worked silently for a moment, laser focused on her task while Roy took a look around to see those around them watching. She might be giving the wrong impression to her coworkers and he probably wasn’t helping with his sharp intake of breath when she pushed the shirt against him to see her work. She did look up at the noise and seemed to just then realize that she had a hand pressed against his chest under his shirt. She pulled her hand away and pushed away quickly and would have stumbled if he hadn’t grabbed her elbow and held her close to him. Their eyes locked and searched each other’s for a moment.

He opened his mouth to say something but she turned away quickly. She dropped the cloth on the table and filled a paper coffee cup. She pushed it into his hand and almost caused another spot on his shirt as the coffee sloshed out the hole in the lid. He held it away from him to prevent the overflow spilling on him. She rushed away from him before giving him a chance to thank her. He watched the door to the kitchen swing for a moment and then turned to walk away from those who were clearly trying not to be obvious about watching him.

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Marinette tried to tell herself it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, but it felt pretty bad to her right now. She had been so happy that the apartment had a sprayer on the kitchen sink but it was stuck on and sprayed her when she turned the water on. She used her hand to block it and pushed the lever back down to shut the water off but the handle came off in her hand. She forgot that she was blocking the spray and moved her hand away causing it to spray her again. She couldn't get it to shut off. She pulled the sprayer out and aimed it at the sink. Then she covered that with a big bowl to keep the spray from going all over. Then she could focus on how to get it to turn off.

The lever would not reattach. It was broken too far down and the other piece was just sliding around. She tried the water shut off valve but it was jammed. She couldn’t get it to move at all. She didn't get an answer when she called the maintenance line. She left a message but she wasn’t sure how long it would take to get a response. She hadn’t seen Roy since she had run away from him at the diner. Even living across the hall from each other, they did not see each other frequently. But she knew he was friendly and based on the muscles she has seen and felt he was likely strong enough to at least shut the water off. She grabbed a towel and moved quickly to keep herself from second guessing. She was across the hall and knocking before she changed her mind. She turned back to run away but the door opened before she made it to her own door.

“Marinette!!”

Lian had both arms tightly around her legs holding her on the spot before she had seen more than a blur. “You are all wet. Now I’m wet.”

She decided it was easier to explain to Lian than to try to look at Roy and ask for help. “My sink attacked me. It kept spraying and I couldn’t get it to turn off. It is really tight.”

“Would you like me to try it?” Roy asked.

“If it isn’t too much trouble. I couldn’t get ahold of the maintenance person. No one answered.” she said.

“Let me grab my tool box, just in case and see what I can do,” Roy said.

Marinette felt slightly better that Roy was not easily able to turn the valve either. He had used a large wrench to grip it and finally the spray stopped. She forgot about her hastily constructed boundary and rushed to hug him when the water stopped. She would have pushed away quickly, as she had before, but Lian had joined in the hug, holding their legs together. Roy had hugged her back and his hand moved from Marinette 's shoulder down to her lower back while they were trapped together. They both stepped away when Lian ended the group hug but Marinette definitely missed the feel of him. Roy leaned down and lifted Lian into the air. She squealed as she went up high and then pulled herself against him. Then she squealed again as he rubbed his scruffy chin against her face. She reached out for Marinette so Marinette moved to rescue her. Only rescue was not what Lian was looking for. She pulled Marinette tightly into the hug.

“You have to get Marinette too,” Lian said.

Roy looked at Marinette to see if she pulled away but she was looking at Lian laughing and smiling. So Roy decided that he should keep Lian laughing if it would get Marinette to smile like that. He pulled the woman closer and nuzzled his scruff against her cheek and neck. She squealed much as Lian had and pushed away. He turned back to Lian did it to her again until she cried out for him to do it to Marinette. He put Lian down and held Marinette against him again. She was laughing while she tried to turn her head away from him. He released her so she could move away.

Lian grabbed her hand and dragged her away down the hall. He only let them run for a second before he followed. He didn’t know enough about Marinette to know how she felt about Lian randomly exploring the apartment. He followed them into the bedroom. They were both laughing, he rushed in and kneeled on the edge of the bed, grabbing Lian’s legs before they disappeared under the covers with the rest of her. Marinette, though, protected his daughter from being caught. She pulled his arm away from Lian’s leg. Her movement had put her right in front of him and imbalanced him slightly. She could see that he was going to fall but she didn’t move away in time.

Roy caught himself over her. She was turning to get away but he blocked her. He scooped her into his arm and pulled her to him, bracing his knees. He grabbed her hands as she pushed against him. Lian was peeking out to see what had happened to Marinette after she sacrificed herself for the girl. When Marinette followed his eyes to see his daughter watching, he acted. He kept hold of her hands and attacked her with his scruffy beard. She couldn’t get her hands free from his hand and he used his other hand to hold her in place by her hip. Marinette thrashed under him but she was still laughing. Her laughter stopped suddenly when they moved their faces opposite directions and made eye contact.

They were so close together, he could have moved less than an inch and kissed her. He didn’t plan to slide his hand up her side. They were both breathing hard from the game and the laughing. He released her hands and shifted himself so he wasn’t pinning her to the bed. Lian had apparently taken this as him moment of weakness and rallied herself to recover her teammate. Roy had been watching Marinette for a second too long so he didn’t get much warning before Lian jumped on his back. He caught himself on one elbow to keep from landing on Marinette but he could feel all of her against him.

Her hands pressed against his chest at the suddenness of the pressure against her body. Roy reluctantly pulled his face away from her hair and neck and pushed himself off the bed. He stood while Lian clung to his back and he reached out his hand for Marinette’s and pulled her up next to himself. He looked around for a moment. Marinette hoped she didn’t have anything embarrassing out in the room.

“I’m looking for Lian,” Roy said. “I could have sworn she came in here.”

“I don’t see her. Do you want to look under the bed and I’ll check the closet?” Marinette played along.

She made a show of looking on both side of the closet and pulled the box off the shelf to look inside before turning to see Roy crouched over looking under the bed. Lian was clinging to his back but his hand was there to steady her. Her little knees pinned his shirt up as he leaned forward giving Marinette a view that she appreciated far too much. He stood up more quickly than Marinette would have guessed and blushed when he noticed the guilty look in her eyes at being caught watching him. Luckily she didn’t have to come up with something to say because there was a knock at the door. She was very happy to be interrupted by the building maintenance. Unfortunately since she had already gotten the water stopped he took a quick look at the sink and told her he would order the part tomorrow but that it would probably take several days to fix.

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years

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Little Blue Hearts Update - Chapter 10

Hello Turtle Doves!

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Raph's Recap

~Raphael~

Earlier that day...

Unbelievable.

Of course, he makes a big entrance. Why wouldn't he? He's Leo after all.

I roll my eyes as he offers the woman his hand along with his best Prince-fucking-Charming smile.

Not that I blame him. Between listening to all of Ashley's stories and then meeting the beauty in person... The attraction is real.

But that's enough of that.

I smirk as I see Master Splinter out of the corner of my eye, coming out of the dojo - fully robed, thank GOD -just as Honor Boy starts flirting and teasing poor Liv.

"Oh? And who is your favorite?" I hear him say to her, as he moves a stray piece of hair from her face.

"Leonardo!" Scolds Sensei.

Leo looks up and knows he's in trouble.

"Stop teasing that poor woman. Where are your manners?! I taught you better."

"Sorry, Sensei," says Leo, who now looks like he wants to crawl in a hole.

"I'm not the one who needs an apology."

Leo looks back down at her with that... Look on his face, and I can feel my stomach turn. Donnie doesn't stand a chance.

"Please forgive my inappropriate behavior. I should have never treated a lady like that." He holds his hand out and waits for the woman to reciprocate a response. Which she does, gently putting her tiny hand in his.

His breath hitches for a fraction of a second when their skin touches, his smile genuine. "I hope you can forgive me and that we can start again," he says to her softly. His whole demeanor changing.

"Of course," she says, blushing up at him. "I'm sorry for not allowing you to introduce yourself in the first place. I didn't mean to be a big creep about it."

I can't help but chuckle at her well-placed sass, clearly taking a dig at herself. I'm not the only one either, resulting in Sensei clearing his voice.

Aaannnd there he goes... Right back to schmoozing her.

"Liv, I'd like you to meet Master Splinter," he says, looking like Prince Charming, again.

She seems quite taken by him, which is interesting. She's either fangirling over the whole comic book character thing- which is hot as fuck, by the way- or, Leo is her favorite from the many series that have been done about us. Friggen Eastman. Leo was always his favorite too.

Watching them interact, is absolutely heart-wrenching- especially the way she's looking at Leo. I feel for poor Donnie having to watch this woman - who he's been gushing about for weeks - being swept off her feet by the knight-in-shining-armor himself.

Fucking guy.

And of course, Master Splinter sided with Leo and Mike about Liv staying in Leo's guestroom. Sure, he's a light sleeper, but I'm sure Don would've been able to set up some kind of an alarm system to warn him if she was trying to sneak out.

But, I digress. It is what it is.

I watch as Liv bows to Sensei.

Yeah...Work it girl.

"Master Splinter, I'm so overwhelmed with happiness, and I'm so happy to be here. I am truly honored to be trusted by all of you."

Oh, no. The poor thing is about to get some of the worst news of her lifetime. I'll take the asshole lead on this, so Sensei doesn't get dubbed the 'bad guy'.

"Nobody said anything about trust, sweetheart," I say, straight-faced and arms crossed, so she knows I'm serious.

She looks up at me, confusion in her eyes.

"This is true," says Master Splinter, agreeing with me.

"Leonardo will fill you in on your stay here until we feel you can be trusted."

Someone may as well have told her she only had 24 hours left to live. Her face goes pale and you can see her whole world crashing down around her.

Amazingly, she recovers quickly, saying she understands and even smiles at Sensei. Damn, girl.

Sensei turns to me looking for assistance. I step toward him and give him my arm to help him back to his room.

Once we get a few steps down the hallway that leads to his and Leo's rooms, he says, "She took that extremely well... I'd like to stand here and listen to what she has to say to her cousin, however."

I chuckle, "You catch those death lasers she shot across the room, too?"

He smirks, "She's only human, you know. But yes. I want to know how she responds."

We stand in the safety of the shadows near the entrance of the hallway, listening as a cool, calm, and collected Liv expresses nothing but love and concern for her very apologetic and anxious cousin.

"Hmm," hums Sensei. "I'm not sure even I've had that kind of patience for you boys."

Go, girl, go. You'll earn Dad's trust real fast if this is how you are.

"I think I've heard enough. Please help me back to my room, Raphael."

I walk him to his door and pause, "Sensei..."

"What's troubling you, my son?" Says the old rat as he looks me in the eye.

"I don't want you to feel like I don't trust your judgment..."

"But..." He encourages me.

"Well, do you really think it's the best idea to put her in Leo's guestroom?"

"Raphael. Leo deserves a chance at happiness, too."

"But what about Donnie?"

"Donnie has had a very unfair advantage. He knows her more intimately than she probably even knows herself. He's very proficient in his research," says Master Splinter.

"He also knows how to hold his own with a woman... Clearly," he says, eyes going wide.

Interesting.

"I see everything, my son. Don't mistake me as my old age. I also know all of you, very well. If you hold interest in Liv, that's one thing, but other than that, let Donnie and Leo work things out."

I nod, in understanding.

"And more importantly, Raphael,"

"Yes, Sensei?"

"The choice will be Evelyn's."

"Evelyn?" I ask, furrowing my brow.

"Yes. Liv."

And with that he shuffles into his bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Frig. Even her name is beautiful.

Then I hear it. Mikey.

"Really?! 'Cause, it looks to me like Leo's got you in his arms with his lips on your ear!" He yells, like the little shit he is.

Oh hell no.

I come stomping down the hall into the common room, as Leo looks up at me with big eyes, then back down to Liv. He's holding her like he’s her lover.

I stand there giving him a disapproving and questioning look.

He lets her go, very reluctantly, looking pained as he separates from her.

What the fuck is goin' on with him. This isn't Leo.

"She tripped," Leo explains, "I just stopped her from falling. I was bringing her to see where she'll be staying."

"Uh-huh," I say, a little unsure of what's going on between them, or how I should proceed -Especially after what Sensei just said. "Maybe instead of stuffing her in your room, you should let her choose which guestroom she wants to stay in."

Leo sighs and shifts uncomfortably.

"Raph, we've been over this. It was agreed that she would stay in my guestroom because I'm a light sleeper, and it's less likely she'd be able to sneak out."

Liv's face drops, a look of pain flashes across her attractive features.

"Your guest room?" She asks.

Oops.

Leo closes his eyes and sighs, swallowing the guilt that's ready to consume him. "Yes. You have to go through my room to get to it. There are no other exits except the one that goes through my room."

Liv stands there. Speechless, motionless.

"If you'd prefer..." Leo starts, trying to console her as he reaches for her.

"I'd prefer to go home,” she says, cutting him off and jerking away from his touch, causing Leo to blanch. “Unfortunately for me, I can't," she glares.

"Because I'm being held hostage."

Yep. I'm out.

I turn and head to the kitchen with Mikey, Don, and Ashley as quickly as I can while Liv damn near has a nervous breakdown.

I practically run into the kitchen, probably looking guilty as hell. Everyone is sitting at the breakfast table.

"Oh hey, Raph!" Says Mike, shoving a piece of pizza into his mouth.

"Uh, Raph, what's wrong?" Asks Donnie, looking at me with concern.

Ashley and Mikey stop eating and look at me.

"Sooo... I may have mentioned... You know, just now... In the common room... That Liv was… Uh...

goingtobestayinginLeo'sguestroom." I let out nervously.

"Oooh-kaaay..." Says Ashley, standing, and looking like she was getting ready to go rescue her cousin.

"How did you say it, Raph..." Donnie says, more like a warning than a question.

"Uh..."

"Raph?" Mikey asks innocently, an encouraging look on his face.

I shuffle a bit before answering. "It may have been something along the lines of him stuffing her in his guestroom, and her not having a choice..." I confess with a guilty grimace.

"Oh, no..." Ashley says with a horrified expression on her face, running to the door, and almost into Master Splinter.

"Easy child," he says, reaching up to touch her shoulder. "Your cousin is fine," he tells her.

We all look back and forth at one another, confused and surprised.

"She even apologized to Leonardo for her behavior. I believe she said... I'm frustrated, but I understand. And I'm also frustrated that I understand."

Ashley let's out a visible sigh of relief. "Yea, that sounds like something she'd say."

"So where are they now?" Asks Donnie, anxiously.

"In Leonardo's guestroom, I imagine," says Master Splinter with a satisfied smile on his face.

Donnie stands up, a look of panic spreading over his face.

"Sit down, Donatello," commands Sensei. "Finish your dinner. You will have time to spend with our guest later."

Donnie sits back down, shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Oh, shoot!" Ashley yells. "I need to get to work! I'm gonna be late!" She exclaims, as she kisses Mikey and runs out the kitchen door. She pokes her head back in for a moment and says, "Thank you Master Splinter," a grateful smile on her face.

He smiles and nods at her, then turns to the rest of us, "A piece of pizza, please."

After dinner, we meet up in the common room, and by chance, Liv and Leo end up meeting us there.

She looks to be in 'la-la' land as Donnie is trying to talk to her and find out if she needs anything.

No response.

"Geez Leo, did you break her?" Donnie says, exasperated, waving a hand in front of her face. "Liv?"

"Hmm?" She seems to realize she's being talked to, snapping out of her daze and looking back and forth between my two brothers.

I don't miss the sneaky wink Leo gives her either.

"Donnie, I'm so sorry. It's been a long day, and I've had a lot to take in. My brain was... Visiting my happy place," she says with a seductive smirk, Leo's eyes going wide as he clears his throat.

"Right..." Says Donnie, his eyes darting between Liv and Leo, looking panicked and agitated. "Well, as I was saying, we are going topside to go on patrol shortly, and we are stopping to get your belongings at Ashley's. Do you need or want anything else?" Donnie asks, finally.

"No, but can you please make sure all my shower stuff gets put into my luggage bag before you bring it back, though? It should all be in the purple toiletry bag on the back of the toilet. Oh, and my toothbrush too, please?" She asks him, with the world's most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

I smile. Girl's over here killin' it. Her smile is to die for.

Donnie smiles back, relaxing a bit, "Of course, Sunshine," he coos, "What color is your toothbrush?"

It's the black, electric Sonicare. It's plugged in on the back of the sink. Thanks, Donnie," she says, giving him an even bigger smile.

I chuckle internally. Donnie's gonna need a cold shower before we leave.

"Of course. Anything," he gushes.

Looking back at Leo, he goes deadly serious, a warning in his eyes, "Let us know when you're ready to head out."

Leo nods, and my two younger brothers head toward the Lab to prepare for patrol. I decide to hang back to see what's going on.

Leo looks down at Liv, affection spilling across his face. He lowers his voice to almost a whisper, his lips dangerously close to her face.

"Will you be alright?" He asks.

"I think so." She says looking all dreamy-eyed, and leaning in toward him. "Am I allowed to watch... a movie... or... something?" She asks as Leo closes in on her mouth with his own.

"Of course!" I say loudly, walking toward them, causing them to jump. "Let me show you how everything works, little lady," I say, smiling down at her with the sexiest smile I can plaster across my face.

Jesus, what am I doing.

I can't stop myself and step between Liv and Leo. I bend in toward the blonde and gently take her small hand in mine, hooking her arm through mine…

"Come with me, Sweetheart," I flirt, causing her eyes to go wide while she turns the color of my bandana.

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The Wrong Lifetime – Eight // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: Y/C/N = your cousin’s name, also this is later than I wanted today but i’ve been super busy so sorry for that! Also, I’ll be responding to comments from the last one as soon as I’m free. Enjoy 😊

"...okay, so now use the water to dilute the colour."

I did as Wanda said, dipping my brush in the glass of water and diluting the watercolour I was using, but I must have used too much because it made the paint run and then the paper started to get too damp to hold together.

Wanda facepalmed, sighing as I smiled sheepishly.

"My bad...?"

She glared playfully before ripping a page from her sketchbook. "Try again, milaya (darling). And use less water this time."

I squinted in the sun as I glanced at her. "Can't you just accept I'm not very good at painting? Or art in general?"

She shook her head, taking the torn page from my grasp and replacing it with a new one. "No way. You're not getting out of it that easily. It's not hard, I promise!"

I groaned lightheartedly. "You said that about drawing. And about using acrylics. And about using chalk."

"And I'm saying it about this, now c'mon, try again," she encouraged with an amused smile before returning to her own painting.

We were sat in my garden, hanging out and making the most of the lovely day we were having. The Spring breeze was getting warmer as we transitioned into Summer and it was a nice change of pace from the usual bad weather we had. So nice that Wanda wanted to do some painting and also teach me how to. But art was never my strong suit and I'm sure she knew that but still proceeded to try anyway.

Sketching out the tree before us for the third time today, I attempted to provide an outline that I could eventually fill in with green watercolours. Unlike Wanda though, it wasn't fun. My eyes veered over to her and I smiled to myself as I admired the look of concentration on her face – her 'art' look, I dubbed it. It was this very specific expression she got whenever she worked on a painting or drawing, and it always reminded me of that first time I saw it, after we met in the stationary store and when she took me back to her room. Absolutely wonderful.

"I don't hear a pencil moving," she said, not looking up but beginning to smile.

"That's because I'm looking for... what did you call it?" I racked my brain, thinking back to the day in the store when she talked about inspiration. "Vdokhoventi?"

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet mine. Attempting not to laugh, she tilted her head adorably. "Vdokhnoveniye."

I quirked a brow. "Is that not what I said?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Definitely not."

I grinned, shrugging. "Well, that's what I meant."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not it, so eyes on your page."

"Oh, how dearly mistaken you are, love," I said quietly, leaning close and giving her a knowing smile.

She looked up, expression softening with a smile. Her eyes were heavenly, pupils dilated as she squinted in the sun, and they flickered to my lips before she settled on nudging me in the shoulder slightly. I snickered, leaning my head on her shoulder since everybody thought we were as close as best friends, so it wouldn't look suspicious. She sighed contently, letting me watch as she moved her paintbrush, painting a flower that was peeking through the grass we were sat on.

I could have stayed there forever, in that moment, sitting with Wanda and watching her paint under the sun. But of course, all good things come to an end when you don't want them to.

"Y/N, dear," I heard my father call, and when I looked up, I saw him approaching Wanda and I from the direction of our house.

Straightening up, I watched as he attempted to sit on the grass, but his legs were too long and he struggled to cross them. With a hearty chuckle, he stretched them out, slightly bent, and leaned on his hands.

"I'm getting too old for this, ladies," he said humorously, making Wanda and I smile.

"What d'you need, dad?" I asked, raising my brows.

"I just wanted to check in and see if you were ready for tonight," he said casually, making me furrow my brows. He seemed to notice my confusion, prompting, "Tonight? Your cousin's birthday party?"

"My cousin's what-now?"

He sighed, massaging the point between his brows. "Y/C/N? They organised this months ago. We're all expected to be there." His glanced to Wanda. "You, too, dear."

Wanda hummed, pulling her gaze from her painting and looking to my dad. "Yes, I'm aware. Got my dress ready and everything."

My eyes snapped to Wanda's with surprise. "You knew about this?!"

"You should be more like her," my dad muttered, as Wanda smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

I looked back to my father. "I was planning on helping Y/B/N with his manuscript tonight."

My dad waved his hand. "I've already talked to him. He's agreed to work on it before the party starts so you're both on time."

I groaned, already tired at the sound of yet another party. Did it ever end?

"Don't be late," he ordered, though his voice was anything but stern. Cue another groan. He smiled before looking to Wanda's painting. "Wow, that's great, dear. Apparently you've got Y/N here attempting to do the same?"

Wanda chuckled as she handed him my several failed attempts. "Key word being 'attempting'."

He accepted the pages and stifled a smile of amusement. "Wow... maybe you should stick to writing, Y/N."

I ripped the pages from his grasp. "Cheers, dad, really."

He laughed before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "It's all in good faith, dear. Now remember. Don't be late tonight, okay?"

I sighed, which he took as my response, before pushing himself off the grass with a grumble. Dusting his trousers, he nodded to Wanda and I before leaving us be.

"You could've told me I had yet another party to attend tonight," I told Wanda with narrowed eyes.

She shrugged, smiling helplessly. "I thought you knew."

I laid back on the grass with a dramatic sigh. "I just don't understand why our life revolves around extravagant parties, balls and dinners."

"That's just how it is, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said with a warm smile.

I looked up at the sky, raising my hand to shield the sun from my eyes, though my heart fluttered at one of the many nicknames she called me in Russian. "I'd rather live in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody expects anything of me and there's no stupid parties to attend."

She rested a hand on my leg before laying beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I relaxed my head on hers, appreciating how well we fit together.

"Same here," she agreed, making me gasp playfully.

"What? Don't you love the glitz and glamour?"

She laughed quietly. "I do, but I like the peace and quiet more."

I breathed out, fingertips brushing hers. "Maybe I can be a little late tonight... accidentally run over time so I don't have to stay as long."

Her fingers tugged on mine between us as a warning. "No. I'll be left alone and I'll be bored. And when I'm bored, I drink."

It was my turn to laugh. "You won't be alone, Wanda. You'll have Pietro."

She shifted so she was no longer leaning on my shoulder but instead tilting her head to look my way. "I want you."

I turned my head and gave her a small, promising smile. "I'll try to be on time."

She quirked a brow. "Try? You will."

My eyes flittered away, ready to argue otherwise, but she sat up and grabbed her paintbrush. I sat up, too, ready to tell her I would try, but I flinched when she flicked water towards me from the tip of it.

"Are you serious?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyelids with tongue-in-cheek.

She chuckled and I grabbed my paintbrush and did the same, watching her squirm when it flicked on her face.

Suppressed smile on her face, she wiped away the water and glared with dazzling eyes. "You shouldn't start what you can't finish, milaya (darling)."

Smiling from ear to ear, I quirked a brow devilishly. "Oh?"

"You're so lucky we're in front of people," she said lowly, leaning close enough to be platonic, but her hand slipped under my dress and creeped up my leg, making me involuntarily shiver. "Or you would be in serious trouble."

I stopped her hand from going any higher, the rings on her fingers cold enough for me to not melt under her touch. "I highly doubt that, love."

She held my gaze, intoxicating and mesmerising all at once. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she said, "Don't test me then. You heard your father. Don't be late."

I exhaled, licking my lips. "Fine. I won't be."

—

Later that afternoon, I found myself sat in my brother's study as the two of us worked on his latest manuscript together. It was a love story, his (my) specialty, and I was helping him to sort out his sentence structure when he decided to question me.

"Will you entertain me for a moment?" he asked randomly, making me look up from the pages.

"I'll probably regret it, but go on," I said jokingly, before looking back down and adding some notes to the paper.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, eyes watching me thoughtfully. "Are you in a secret relationship?"

I almost choked on my spit as he asked this, heart dropping to my stomach with panic. He couldn't know about Wanda, right? We'd been so careful.

Thankfully, I played it off well as I merely glanced his way before distracting myself with note-taking.

"Why would you think that, Y/B/N?" I asked like he was insane.

He shrugged in my peripheral. "I don't know... I've been wondering for a while. You've just loosened up so much more. And you're not as uptight as you usually are."

"Cheers," I said sarcastically.

He leaned forward, head resting in his palm. "This all happened right about the time I met Wanda..."

I swallowed hard, quirking a brow at him to play down my panic.

"I saw you with Pietro the other week," he continued, and I could finally breathe when I realised what he was insinuating. "I'm happy if you're happy, Y/N, but I'm not a fan of you sleeping with my publisher."

At that thought, I shuddered and proceeded to shove Y/B/N on the arm. "Don't say that. And I would never."

Just your fiancé, I thought guiltily.

"Good," he said with relief, straightening up. "Because you're not supposed to do that until you get married."

I rolled my eyes dismissively in response, but wondered if that still applied in a world where one was not allowed to marry the person they loved.

Y/B/N gave me a reassuring glance. "Look, I'm okay with it, I guess. But I'd appreciate the heads up so I can give him a stern talking to."

Realising there was a hint of mirth in his voice, I looked up and gave him a warning look. "Don't you dare."

He laughed, patting me on the back, to which I shrugged off with annoyance.

"It's the Maximoff charm," he commented knowingly. "The twins have that effect on people, don't they? Wanda sure has it on me."

A short silence fell after he said that and I chewed on my lip curiously, unable to stop myself from speaking until it was too late.

"Is her love reciprocated?"

He looked down to me from his daydream, no doubt of Wanda. "Pardon?"

Knowing there was no backing down from the conversation now, I avoided his eyes. "The engagement between you both was arranged... you're clearly in love with her, but is it returned?"

His lips twitched into a frown. "I'd hope so."

I hummed, diverting my attention away from him and to the pen in my hand.

"Why? Did she say something?" he asked, voice laden with worry.

"Of course not," I reassured him.

"But you'd tell me if she did?" he asked eagerly.

I looked his way and saw him peering down at me, hanging onto my response. I nodded lamely, which seemed to put him at ease as he sank into his chair with relief.

We spent the next few hours working on the manuscript without a hitch, but I noticed the time and realised the party was already in full swing. Wanda's words came to mind and I hoped she wouldn't be too annoyed at my lateness.

"We're wrapping it up now, don't worry," Y/B/N said, noticing me check the clock. "Thanks for the help. I'm gonna get this to my editor tomorrow. Your amendments should help make the process go a lot smoothly."

I hummed in response, feeling a heaviness settle on my shoulders as he mentioned his editor. It was always the same routine – I helped him with his manuscript, he got it edited, got his book published and got all the credit. And I was stuck in the same position, wishing I could do the same.

"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sensing my mood.

Playing with the corner of the manuscript, I met his gaze. "I help you with your writing, but I never get anything from it."

"You get to help me," he pointed out, not seeing the issue. "Isn't that enough?"

Pietro's offer came to mind as I said, "What if I wrote my own book? And got published with my name on the cover?"

He squinted as he studied me, trying to find the humour in my words. Letting out a laugh, he shook his head.

"Y/N, that's absurd."

I raised my eyebrows hopefully. "I mean, is it? Would that be so bad?"

He pressed his lips together and breathed out through his nose. Resting a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a condescending look.

"I'm saying this because I care," he said, making me feel like crap. "But yes."

As if I didn't already know the answer, I asked, "Why?"

He motioned with his hand like it was obvious. "Because. People would look at you differently. You'd be undesirable. You know men don't like smart women. I'm just looking out for you as your brother."

I looked away, the bitterness at his words stinging more than usual. "Well, I like smart women."

Thinking I was joking, he chuckled. "Don't go saying things like that. One might misinterpret."

My teeth pressed into my lower lip hard, trying to contain my frustration.

"You can do this every now and then," he said, referring to the manuscript, "but any more isn't possible. Besides, two authors in one family? That's insane."

I forced a smile, but I wondered if his last comment was the real reason he wouldn't let me at least try to get published.

"Anyway, never mind that," he said indifferently. "We should probably head out. Dad is not going to be pleased. Especially since I promised we wouldn't be late."

I nodded, sliding my chair out and wanting to be anywhere but here right now. "Yeah, come on."

He gave me a sneaky smile. "Can't wait to see Pietro?"

I slapped him on the arm before standing up, ignoring his laughter. Nothing to make an already-depressing night worse than going to a party you didn't care for.

—

Wanda Maximoff was a very difficult drunk to be around, I'd learnt that the hard way.

As soon as Y/B/N and I rolled up to my cousin's house, a third of the guests were drunk and the rest were tipsy. A typical Y/L/N get-together. Y/B/N was instantly dragged away by some family whilst I was quick to make myself scarce, attempting to find Wanda. But the place was bustling with people and there were way too many rooms to check.

I found Pietro before I found his twin, as he was poking around party favours on a table in the corner, attempting to make out what were in the bags.

"If you're expecting a brand new fountain pen, you won't find it in there," I teased, making him jump.

He sighed when he looked my way, realising it was me. "I know that. But there's nothing better here to do, so I may as well know what freebies we'll be getting by the end of it."

I smirked. "Anything good?"

He shrugged, seeming disappointed. "Just some chocolate and perfume samples."

Holding back a smile, I said, "How tragic."

"If you're looking for my sister, she's over there," he said, nodding behind me. "You'll love this one."

"What do you mean?" I asked, brows knitted with confusion, before turning around and following his gaze.

Wanda was indeed stood on the other side of the dining room and I could just about make her out between idle guests. She was chatting to some woman, hands moving erratically and with expression, a grin on her lips.

"What is she doing?" I asked unsurely, tearing my eyes from her and looking to Pietro.

He was withholding laughter as he answered, "Sometimes, dear Y/N, my beloved twin sister gets drunk when she's–"

"Bored," I finished, remembering what she told me this morning. My face dropped as I mumbled, "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh indeed," Pietro said, grinning at his sister's dismay. "Drunk Wanda is a very truthful Wanda. So, any secrets of hers will most definitely be revealed tonight."

Pietro was too caught up in his own amusement to notice my eyes widening.

"One of our servants made me a platter a few years ago," Pietro explained, oblivious to my panic. "It was a delicious cheese platter, the cheese having been imported from France. Then, Wanda proceeded to eat it without telling me. When I asked if she did, she lied. And I only discovered she lied because she got drunk a few weeks later and bragged about how good the cheese was."

Continuing to ramble, though this time in Russian, Pietro complained about said incident, though I wasn't listening as I watched Wanda talk to the woman enthusiastically. I could only imagine what secrets she was sharing.

"Pietro!" I cut him off, earning his attention. "Shouldn't you do something? To stop Wanda?"

The cheese platter story long forgotten, his grin reappeared on his lips. "Nah, it's funny watching her make a fool of herself."

I gave him a look of disbelief before looking back to Wanda, who was laughing at something by herself. The woman she was speaking to seemed partially confused, but smiled to be polite. I gulped, before shaking my head.

"I'm not that mean," I said to Pietro before making a move to stop her.

Pietro booed me playfully, but I ignored him and approached the drunk brunette, managing to catch her conversation.

"–and they're usually such catty bitch–"

"Wanda!" I immediately cut her off, bumping into her side slightly to get her attention. "There you are!"

Green eyes widened with excitement as they met mine. "Y/N! You're here!"

Ignoring her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close before looking to the guest she was talking with.

"My apologies for her behaviour," I said with an awkward smile, hoping Wanda hadn't revealed anything suspicious.

"No need to apologise, dear," the woman said with an amused smile. "Wanda here was telling me all about how lovely of a sister-in-law you are. Or will be."

Wanda grinned, looking to me and leaning in so close that her nose brushed my cheek. "Yeah, she is," she continued to the woman, though her eyes were on mine. "She's sweet, not like other people make out their sister-in-laws to be."

My face was warm as I cleared my throat and smiled once more to the woman. "If you'll excuse Wanda and I."

The woman barely got out a nod before I dragged Wanda away, trying to keep her lips away from my neck (she was also an extremely clingy drunk). Tugging her into the bathroom down the hall, I closed the door behind us and released a breath of relief, grateful for the escape from guests.

"You look very sexy when you're worried," Wanda complimented, stepping forward and smiling dazedly.

"Wanda–"

She placed her hand on my jaw, moving closer so that her lips were grazing mine as she mumbled, "You came late, milaya (darling). But I still love you."

I'd like to say that I had the willpower to push her away and scold her for acting so obvious about us before, but my lips went numb as she captured them between hers. I could taste the alcohol on her lips as she moved them against mine, making me dizzy and forgetting what I was going to say. Her thumb caressed my jaw and I relaxed under her touch, hands resting on her chest. When she tried to part my lips with her tongue, I seemed to come to my senses.

"Wanda, you're drunk," I muttered, pushing her back gently.

She chased down my mouth again, sucking on my lip and tilting my head back so she could have better access. I tried not to let her win as I kissed her briefly before pulling away. Clouded hazel eyes met mine with a matching smirk.

"You're such a tease," she whispered, her accent thicker than usual and making my stomach flip uncontrollably. Her thumb traced my lips as she continued, "You shouldn't do that when I already know how you taste, moya lyubov' (my love)."

The way she was staring at me made me flustered in place, and she seemed to notice her effect on me as she winked my way.

Shaking my head and trying not to let her win, I said, "Look, Wanda. I'm sorry for being late. But did you really have to get drunk?"

She shrugged, leaning her weight on my shoulder with her hand. "If you hadn't kept me waiting, then I wouldn't have."

I sighed, looking to her apologetically. "I didn't realise the time."

A permanent troublesome smile was fixed on her lips as she watched me.

"Your brother told me how you can be when you get drunk," I said with mild concern, hoping she'd register my seriousness. "You need to be careful, Wanda. We can't have people finding out about us."

"It seems to me," she began agonisingly slowly, lacing her arms around my shoulders, "that you'll have to watch me all night to make sure I don't do anything out of line."

Determined not to play into her teasing, I maintained her gaze with a stern stare. "It seems I'll have to."

She bit her lip, eyes flickering between mine, before leaning further into my ear. In a whispered voice, she said, "That means you can't leave my side, printsessa (princess)."

I clenched my jaw, ready to agree, but a gasp escaped my lips as hers sucked on my earlobe, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin. Stupid Wanda and her stupid flirting and stupid attractiveness.

"Wanda!" I scolded, though my cheeks were flushed as I pushed her away gently.

She laughed adorably, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "What?"

"You have to behave," I told her, swallowing hard and trying not to let her teasing smile get to me. "You can't do this out there. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed in a way that wasn't reassuring in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing her hand and leading her back outside the bathroom, returning to the party. I wasn't planning on leaving her side for the rest of the evening, even if Y/B/N wanted to be with her. The last thing I wanted was for her cute drunken self to reveal something she couldn't take back.

To my relief, she kind of behaved after that. There were times when she would get a little too touchy to be platonic, but a quick stare set her straight. Y/B/N wasn't around much, as when he did join us, he was immediately pulled away by some family friends who wanted to discuss his books. For once, I was glad he was an author, afraid of what would happen if Wanda got too comfortable in his presence.

At one point though, he was able to join Wanda, Pietro and I at a standing table, relief flooding his expression when nobody called after him. His arm wrapped around Wanda's waist and he kissed the top of her head, making me look the other way with distaste. She scrunched her nose up at the action before distracting herself with a drink. I gave her a knowing look, having told her earlier to stop with the alcohol. She pretended not to see me.

"Sorry I've not been able to spend time with you tonight," he said to Wanda, oblivious to her tipsy state.

"It's almost like it's your birthday and not your cousin's," Pietro joked, smiling at him.

My brother chuckled. "I guess. They just all wanna talk about my manuscript."

"Ah, yes, the reason you were late, right?" Wanda asked, eyes falling to mine.

"I'm sorry," my brother apologised, assuming it was him she was speaking to.

"You were helping him, too, right?" Pietro asked, looking to me curiously. "Maybe I'll finally get a glance at your work."

I narrowed my eyes at him, having figured he'd put the subject to rest after last time. He merely grinned in response, finding joy in messing with me, just like his sister. Before I could say anything, my brother beat me to it.

"Don't be getting any ideas. It's just a hobby." He smiled forcefully, before glancing at me. "Isn't it, Y/N?"

So he was jealous. Wow.

"You don't need to hide your relationship, y'know," he continued when I didn't respond, looking to Pietro.

The silver-haired publisher choked on his drink as he looked to my brother, clearly very amused.

"I know you're together," Y/B/N said with agitation. "Everybody does. And don't get me wrong, Pietro, I respect you as a publisher."

I groaned quietly, closing my eyes with embarrassment. When I opened them, Pietro was watching my brother with an entertained smile, meanwhile, Wanda was looking between them with a twitching frown.

"But if you're going to date my sister, you should do it the right way," my brother continued stupidly. "It's not appropriate to have whatever this is." He motioned between us with his hands. "It's wrong."

I jumped when Wanda's hand slipped to my arse, squeezing it gently. Thankfully, our backs were to a wall so nobody would have noticed behind us, but I instantly glared at her and removed her hand. She gave me a cunning smile, not bothered by the consequences.

"...and if you're sleeping together like I suspect," Y/B/N was saying, making me flush with humiliation, "know that our friendship is at breaking point. I can't have that blatant disrespect in my life."

Wanda continued to attempt to grab my arse, making me slap her hand away several times, all whilst trying to manage whatever conversation was happening right now.

"I can't believe you just said that," I finally spoke up, managing to keep Wanda at bay long enough. "You're such an idiot, Y/B/N! I told you I wasn't with Pietro!"

Pietro tried not to laugh as he met my brother's intimidating stare. "I value our friendship, too, Y/B/N. Which is why I can promise you I have no... relations... with your sister. I don't like her like that, I can assure you."

Wanda snorted with amusement, before hiding behind a glass of wine when everyone looked her way.

Y/B/N seemed embarrassed as he cleared his throat. "Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, oh!"

"I guess I should apologise," he said awkwardly, looking to Pietro. "I–"

"No apology necessary," Pietro cut him off, raising a hand. "I am thankful for the entertainment however."

"I'm gonna go literally anywhere else," I dismissed myself, unable to take the uncomfortable situation any longer.

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away. To my surprise, Wanda trailed after, falling into step with me.

I glanced at her unhappily, quirking a brow. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, don't be mad at me because your brother's an idiot," she said with a wag of her hand.

I gave her a suggestive look. "I told you to behave."

She pressed her lips together in a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry... Y/B/N was talking about you and Pietro and I– well, I don't like sharing, remember?"

The improper glint in her eye as she stopped before me, watching with amusement, made me feel warm all of a sudden. That day when she first told me that and we proceeded to make love flashed to mind, and she seemed to know as she had a mischievous look on her face.

Clearing my throat, I pointed a finger her way. "Behave."

I should have known by the devilish look in her eyes that she wouldn't.

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