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juniormint1125 · 2 years

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(As of Yet) Untitled BTS Fanfic

Chapter 1

Reader's POV

I have a vivid imagination. I’ve dreamed up some pretty crazy scenarios in my mind. What I never dreamed though, was that I would actually get a chance to deliver my love letter. Well, I thought of it as a love letter anyway. And I never honestly believed it would ever leave my possession. In fact, I was still not sure if I even wanted to deliver it.

To be honest, it was slightly embarrassing. Embarrassing that a grown woman was writing a love letter to begin with. Embarrassing that I had been so candid and honest. Embarrassing that I had spent so much time on it. Embarrassing how I felt about these men I had never met.

I had spent the last year of my life constantly scribbling in that little green notebook. I had written and rewritten passages. Ripped out pages. Added artwork. Inserted quotes. I had spent hours finding the right way to express the feelings I thought I would never get to share with the ones who had turned my life around. It had been cathartic to let my feelings out, imagining that someone was listening, and someone cared.

And now, by some amazingly, unbelievable stroke of luck, I found myself face to face with the seven men to whom I had written. I had put so much of myself into that green notebook. Now that I was this close, I had to find some way to deliver my letter.

I got my chance when someone ahead of me in line tripped, causing chaos to ensue. No one seemed to be seriously hurt, but the regular routine was severely disrupted. My mind quickly sized up the situation and I eased a few inches forward taking my place in front of one of the men I had dreamed of meeting.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said. My voice came out softer than I had intended. He turned from the commotion to face me and smiled a huge, dimpled grin. My face flushed crimson and I could feel the heat rising to my ears. Why did I always get so embarrassed by little things? I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself.

“Hello,” he said. “You don’t have to call me sir. It looks like that girl has given us the chance to chat. What’s your name?” His English was perfect, and I was beginning to feel intimidated.

“Y/N,” I replied.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he said.

I managed to squeak out a thank you. Deep breaths were not having much of a calming effect on my nerves. I knew that this was the only chance I would ever have to do this and I had to get the right words out. I mustered every bit of courage in my body and cleared my throat.

“Um…” I started. “I have a letter that I would like to give you. If that’s okay.” I reached in my black messenger bag and pulled out the small green notebook that I had diligently recorded my thoughts in for so long.

“Absolutely,” he said as he inched closer to me. His smile was breathtakingly distracting. I was determined not to let it throw me off balance. I spoke again.

“Well, actually, it’s a lot of letters,” I said. “I’ve been writing to you, well to all of you, for the last year. You’ve changed my life, and I need you to know that. Please.” My voice trailed off as tears welled in my eyes and choked my throat. I thrust the notebook into his hands. When I spoke again, my voice wavered. “Please read it and share it with the rest of the members. It’s my whole heart.”

The commotion had begun to die down and the line of fans was forming again. I whispered thank you and turned to go. I felt him grab my wrist gently. I turned back and he smiled, leaned his head close to my ear, and whispered back.

“Thank you. I will read every word.”

The crimson hue returned to my face. I managed to smile and kept my tears from falling by looking away. I saw the broad-shouldered man that had been positioned next to him was returning to the line. He stopped short, noticing our interaction. As the smiling man pulled back from me and took his assigned place beside his friend, I noticed a look pass between them.

Looking more like a beet than myself, I turned to face the man who had noticed us. I had practiced what I would say when I met them, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of superstars. I regained my composure and managed to remember the line I had practiced.

“Annyeonghaseyo. I am so happy to meet you. Thank you,” I said. I bowed and turned to move to the next place in line. I was so nervous from being in the same room with these men that I wasn’t completely sure of what I had said. I quickly glanced at the man I had first spoke to. He was holding the green notebook tightly in his left hand. My green notebook.

Meeting them in person was completely overwhelming. When you imagine something so many times in your head, you get stuck on the idea that you have built. So, it is a bit surreal to experience it when you have finally managed to convince yourself it will only ever be a dream. Frankly, it’s terrifying. I tried my best to push all these thoughts down. I was not going to be my usual, awkward self. Not happening, I told myself.

Next, I found myself in front of a thin, pale man with a bored expression on his face. He looked up, made eye contact, and smiled a huge gummy smile. I could not help but smile back, it was contagious. He seemed to be putting me under the microscope, analyzing every bit of me. It was unnerving, as if he was looking into my soul. I looked down in embarrassment and his hand reached out to touch mine. He squeezed it gently and I felt myself blush once again. His smile grew impossibly bigger.

I felt an unexpected sense of calm as his hand held mine. He looked at me as if he knew me, and I felt as though we were long lost friends, reunited. I blinked and chided myself for imagining crazy scenarios. Self-consciously, I pulled my hand away. A brief look of despondency flashed in his eyes, and I instantly regretted withdrawing from his touch. But, the moment had passed, so I quickly said goodbye. I had to tear my eyes away from his before I found myself the cause of another commotion. As I walked away, he was still smiling and so was I.

The next face that greeted me wore a smile that lit up his whole face. This was the smile that I had been waiting for. My sunshine. My hope. Before I could use my line, he said hello in beautifully accented English. My heart melted. I almost forgot the line I had practiced; his attention causing me to become even more flustered. I managed a response, though I wasn’t at all sure what I had said. He was all smiles when he asked my name.

“Y/N,” I replied.

“Beautiful,” he said. “It is wonderful to meet you.”

My brain was scrambled but I somehow remembered how to smile. He reached out his hand, cupped my cheek and I thought I would faint.

“Beautiful,” he repeated.

He stared deeply into my eyes as if searching for something inside. I found eye contact incredibly uncomfortable, but I could not look away. His expressive eyes glistened like melted chocolate, and I was bewitched.

Our unspoken connection was broken off by someone shoving me out of the way. Another fan had decided it was time for me to move on. I forced myself to break from his gaze and smiled at the woman insincerely. I was embarrassed that I had been so caught up in the moment and at the same time irritated that it had been interrupted. Eyeing him longingly, I walked away.

At the next stop, I was again greeted by a beautiful smile. The man leaned in, grabbing my hand, and whispered something in Korean. I was far from fluent, but I thought I recognized the word ‘admire.’

“I’m not sure I understand,” I told him.

He saw my furrowed eyebrows and said, “He likes you.” He flicked his eyes to my left, and I followed his gaze. The two men with whom I had just spoken were both staring at me smiling. The one with the gummy smile quickly looked away and I saw him blush. The other man did not look away, but met my gaze, his smile beaming like sunshine. I turned away, blushing.

I looked back at the man who had whispered in my ear. He handed me a small slip of paper, still smiling, his eyes disappearing behind his grin.

“Wait,” he said, and nodded to the paper.

Again, I didn’t understand his meaning. But I nodded back and stepped down the line. What had he meant? Wait for what?

There must have been a telepathic connection between the seven men because when I stood in front of the next one, he was looking at me mischievously with a boxy smile.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said.

I stared back at him, a bewildered look on my face. How did he know my name? This whole situation was unbelievable. Desperately grasping for some semblance of normalcy, I repeated my planned line. The words dropped off my tongue, choppy, as if I were out of breath. I was using all my faculties to simply hold myself together.

As I bowed and turned to leave, he quietly said, “See you soon.”

I was sure that I had to have imagined it. I felt like I was losing my mind. I needed to get out in the fresh air and clear my head.

I cast a sideways glance at the man I had just left. A man who I hadn’t noticed behind him stepped forward, and he leaned in, whispering. He pointed in the direction of the exit, and the man who had been listening nodded and walked away.

The last man in line had noticed too and looked as confused as I was. We both watched the man with the boxy smile for a few seconds longer. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and turned to face me. He said hello, and I replied the way I had practiced. He smiled innocently and I turned to walk away. I felt guilty for not at least returning his smile. The way I was feeling was not his fault. I should have been more polite, but I felt like I had to get out of that room before I lost my mind.

I stepped away from the line and took a deep breath. Before leaving, I glanced back at the line of men. The man with the dimpled grin was engrossed in a conversation with a young fan. I could see that he was still holding my notebook tightly in his hand. The man next to him was listening intently and smiling as another young fan spoke to him.

The man with the gummy smile was facing a fan, but I noticed that his eyes were discreetly darting back and forth, as if he were searching for something. As his eyes searched, they met mine. He blushed again, his gummy smile widening, and turned back to the fan in front of him, seemingly pleased that he had found what he was looking for.

The man next to him was also talking, but suddenly looked in my direction. I thought it was odd that he seemed to know exactly where I was standing. He looked down towards his hand hanging by his side. My eyes instinctively followed his and I saw that his fingers were poised in a heart. I looked up, his sunshine smile widened, and he winked. I wondered if his display of affection was in fact directed at me.

The man who had slipped the note to me met my eye and nodded to the piece of paper I was still holding in my hand. I had almost forgotten about it. My grip tightened, and I felt anxious to see its contents. As soon as I got out of here, I would read it.

Finally, I looked at the two men at the end of the line. The one with the boxy smile winked at me, and I turned to go. As I slipped out the door, I wondered if I was really dreaming. This had been the most bizarre night of my life. Suddenly desperate to feel fresh air on my face, I quickened my pace towards the door.

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hotmesshapa · 3 years

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VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin @jungkooksbroski

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.”

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately both of you have been wanting to do this.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

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the language of your soul

An enemies to lovers ballet AU in five acts.

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Warnings: This story (and chapter) will contain language, mentions of emotional abuse from a parent and eating disorders. Please read at your own discretion.

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Author’s Note: After a very extended intermission (sorry guys), I have finally had an opportunity to finish the last chapter of loys. If you stuck around until this point, I really appreciate it and I hope that this conclusion meets your expectations! Enjoy :)

4 Weeks to Opening Night

As Giselle sits on the hard plastic chair in the support group circle, A part of her wishes Harry was next to her. It's a irrational thought, she knows. Harry isn't her boyfriend, or even her friend, but some part of her imagines what it might be like to have those green eyes looking at her in reassurance as she faces her demons.

Giselle tries to push his face out of her mind. It has been a week since she last saw him, looking at her from next to her hospital bed. Since her discharge she's been focused on herself, going to the intensive outpatient therapy for five days straight just as she was instructed. Putting in the work to combat her disorder head on. There'd been something freeing about leaving the dance world, even if only temporarily.

Giselle knows she should relish this while she can, because on Monday she'll find herself back in that studio, rehearsing. That's the real test. Can she overcome all the overwhelming pressure and still perform? Despite all that is going on in her life personally, is she strong enough to make it to opening night- now only three and a half weeks away?

The company has been lenient- although Giselle is not sure to what extent her mother's influence has played in their accommodations. They mandated Giselle follow her doctor's orders of one week of intensive outpatient therapy followed by regular support group attendance. Her return to rehearsal would be gradual. She would only do as much rehearsal as her body could handle. Whether or not Giselle would dance in Swan Lake was still up for debate, although her mother had reminded her incessantly that Gregory had assured her that as long as Giselle did the work- the role would still be hers. That didn't stop the company, however, from treating Teagan as the lead in Giselle's absence. At least that is what Caleb had relayed to her. But Giselle would be damned if she let Teagan dance the role after all she'd been through.

When the session is over, Giselle reaches into her purse to retrieve her phone. Two new text messages gleam from her screen. Her heart rate picks up, and she thinks that maybe this time it will be Harry checking in. But it's just Caleb- asking her to call him when she's done.

Caleb picks up on the first ring.

"Gi! How are you doing?" His voice is cheerful, maybe too cheerful for nine pm, but the sound of her best friend's voice still makes her smile.

"Better," Giselle says, because she isn't confident she could define herself as all good quite yet. "Just finished my last day of intensive outpatient."

"I'm proud of you Gi," Caleb pauses. "But god am I happy you are going to be back here on Monday. It's not the same without you."

"It's been weird not being there. But like not necessarily in a bad way?"

"Giselle Mason, are you for once in your life admitting that there are more places in the world than the dance studio?" Caleb feigns shock, which makes Giselle laugh out loud.

"Maybe." She taps her foot as she waits for the light at the crosswalk to turn. "How's Teagan?"

"Ummm..."

"Caleb, just tell me." The light changes, Giselle power walks across the street, bracing herself for Caleb's answer.

"I mean she's been doing surprisingly well. Harry and her seem to pair together well. Not as well as you but you know... not the chaos that I was hoping would ensue."

Giselle groans.

"Giselle, she's not going to take your role. You earned that."

Giselle stays quiet. Because she knows how easy it would be to for Teagan to swoop in and take her role.

"Speaking of the Brit, have you heard from him?"

"Harry?" Giselle asks, even though there is no other Brit Caleb could be talking about. "No, I haven't talked to him since the hospital. But I mean why would I? He's just my partner."

"Right," Caleb replies, but he sounds unconvinced.

Giselle stops walking. In front of her is the salsa studio that Harry took her to. She pauses, her mind flashing back to that first night when she and Harry really connected.

"Gi, are you still there?"

"Ya, ya. Sorry, just crossing the street."

"It's gonna be fine Gi. Don't stress Okay?"

"Okay," Giselle responds softly, but her mind is already racing with the stress of her return to the studio in less than 72 hours.

******************* Giselle spots him before he spots her, standing in the corner of the studio with his legs beating in and out in first position as he faces the wall.

The sight of him makes Giselle stop and pause, her heartbeat accelerating ever so slightly. She'd been thinking about this moment for awhile. Her mind flipping through the scenarios of how he might react after what happened- or almost happened- in the hospital.

As if he senses her staring, he looks over his shoulder, noticing Giselle standing there. His eyes flashing with an emotion she can't quite place.

"Giselle, welcome back." His tone is cool and even, like his greeting is a formality rather than a welcome to a friend. He turns his attention back to the wall before Giselle even has a chance to acknowledge he spoke.

Giselle doesn't know what she was expecting- for Harry to swoop her up in his arms? For him to tell her he'd missed her? Of course he wouldn't do any of that. But Giselle can't help but feel disappointed in his greeting.

She tries to push Harry out of her mind, finding her normal spot at the barre and sitting on the floor to put on her pointe shoes. The boxy end of the shoes feeling foreign against her toes, a reminder of just how quickly time had passed since she'd been gone from the studio. She would need to put all her energy back into the performance if she wanted any chance at dancing in Swan Lake. And if she was going to do that, she was going to have to forget all about Harry Styles.

******

Harry hadn't known how he would feel about Giselle returning until he'd seen her this morning, standing in front of him in her navy blue leotard and staring at him with those big blue-gray eyes.

If he was being honest, he'd done everything he could to keep her out of his mind since their conversation in the hospital. He didn't like the way thinking about her felt. He didn't like the way she seemed to make him pour out his secrets to her.

But when he had seen her, all those thoughts came flooding back. He had wanted to wrap his arms around her and ask how she was feeling. He had wanted to tell her that rehearsals hadn't been the same without her and that Teagan hadn't quite nailed down the final scene like Giselle had. But he couldn't say any of those things, because those things were dangerous. And with opening night less than four weeks away, there is no time for danger.

Harry's warming up his jumps when Giselle enters the studio. He avoids eye contact with her, but watches from the corner of his eye as she relevés softly at the bar. Neither one of them speaks.

He is grateful when Gregory enters to begin rehearsal, and even more grateful that their one-on-one practices are no longer necessary.

There's a tension between them as they dance, Harry's not sure Gregory notices but he knows Giselle does. Her body reacting differently to his touch then before- cautious, like she's not quite committing fully to the partnership.

Harry's not surprised when Gregory calls for the end of rehearsal much sooner than normal. He knows that Giselle is supposed to be easing into things, but he can see the concern cross her face when Gregory tells them to stop. This girl wouldn't stop rehearsing for anything.

Harry grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder, ready to head to his second rehearsal with Teagan when Giselle finally speaks- clearly tired of his silence.

"Why do you do this?" Giselle demanded, her hands placed firmly on her bony hips. Her face still looks thin, but the fire that had been missing from her body the last time Harry had seen her had been reignited.

"Do what?" Harry asks, even though he can read her body language like a book.

"This hot and cold. One day your my friend, the next day I'm the devil."

Harry tried to hide his smile. Because she's right. She is the devil to him.

Harry simply lets out a chuckle. "You're overthinking again," he taps Giselle on the head with one finger before walking towards the exit. He doesn't have to turn back to know that the scowl that will be on her face.

Harry wants to feel bad- he DOES feel bad, but he can't let Giselle know that. He can't let her see the crack she's made in his armor. The crack that made him think about her, worry about her, nearly every second since he last saw her. He doesn't need the distraction. She doesn't need the distraction. And Harry will do what he always does when he's scared of getting too attached- he'll avoid.

*****************

Three days later, Giselle is wandering through the building in search of an empty studio. She's still under strict limitations for her scheduled rehearsals, but that hasn't prevented her from sneaking in extra time to practice alone.

Harry has still been, for all intents and purposes, pretending that she doesn't exist. Giselle supposes she should be thankful, it makes it easy for her to focus on her dancing. But somehow, it seems to have the opposite effect, it takes everything in her power to focus on the dancing instead of the partner sharing the stage with her.

Giselle doesn't know what's gotten into her. She's never been this distracted before a performance before, and for what reason? A silly boy with emerald eyes that made her feel seen for all of five minutes? It was ridiculous.

As Giselle walks down the main hallway, she hears Harry's bellowing voice. His accent ringing in her ears like a sweet melody. But then she hears a different sound. A giggling, and it's not coming from Harry.

She rounds the corner, the studio door at the end of the hallway is wide open. Through the glass she spots Harry, and then a dark brown head of hair. Teagan. Every part of her brain is telling her to turn around and yet she lingers watching them.

Teagan's arm is draped around Harry's neck, her mouth wide open in obnoxious laughter. Harry's smiling too, the cheeky grin he does when he's trying to really attract attention. Their body language tells Giselle everything she needs to know about the two of them, she's seen the look in company class a few times since Harry arrived at the Royal. Harry wants to sleep with her.

Giselle turns away with a huff. How had she been so stupid? Of course Harry hadn't changed. Of course, there was nothing special between him and her. Of course, he would find Teagan beautiful. Of course, he was the same arrogant player that had crashed into her life ten weeks ago.

And for the first time she started to rehearse for this role, Giselle thinks she might truly understand how Odette feels when she finds her prince dancing the night away with Odile.

*************** 2 Weeks to Opening Night

Harry can tell something is up with Giselle.

He's been trying his best not to pay much attention to her. To focus on perfecting the choreography for the show and making sure that, regardless of who ends up being his partner, he can put on the performance of his life. But it's hard to ignore the body language she gives him during rehearsal. The avoidance of eye contact, the short replies, the glares he catches out of the corner of his eye when she thinks he's not looking. He knows that this is exactly what he wanted, this space between them, but somehow it doesn't make him feel any better. And the distance between them emotionally is beginning to impact their performance.

There's only a few more in studio rehearsals before they go to the theatre, and while Gregory hasn't said when he is going to announce whether or not Giselle or Teagan will be dancing the role of Odette, Harry suspects the announcement will come sooner or later.

Today, the three of them are rehearsing in front of the entire board. Harry's agent has reminded him to be on his best behavior. Harry knows he will be, he's more concerned on whether or not he and Giselle will be able to put aside their feud and dance like he knows their capable of.

Teagan is in the studio when Harry arrives. She flashes him a flirtatious smile as he enters. Harry smiles back. He knows deep down, that Teagan is just his distraction from Giselle. But distraction or not, he enjoys the attention.

"Are you ready for today?" Harry asks, sliding off his sweatpants and making his way to the center of the floor.

"Of course, we are going to nail it," Teagan giggles, she comes up next to Harry and throws her arms around his neck. "Maybe we should celebrate tonight? If it goes well?" her mouth curves into a suggestive smirk.

Harry just smiles. He is never opposed to a little celebration. He watches as Teagan eyes his lips, then before he realizes what's happening, she leans in and brushes her lips against his. It's not unpleasant, but it doesn't ignite his body like it did with Giselle.

"For good luck," Teagan smiles as she pulls away.

Harry looks over his shoulder and notices that Giselle is standing in the doorway. He hopes she hasn't seen what just happened, but he's almost certain she did because the glare she's giving Teagan right now is cold enough to freeze a desert.

Before there's any chance for dramatics, Gregory enters the room with Giselle's mother and the rest of the board in toe, dressed to the nines in their business attire. Gregory announces them as if his dancers don't have any idea who they are and then they begin rehearsal.

Harry dances with Teagan first. It doesn't go poorly, but Harry knows that Teagan is nowhere near the technical perfectionist that Giselle is and it shows. The chemistry between the two of them today feels even more forced than usual.

After a brief break for Harry to rest and some of the other cast to run through pieces, Harry and Giselle begin their piece. The tension between them becomes obvious after the very first set of turns and Harry knows that, whether intentional or not, Giselle is holding back. It's not until Giselle nearly falls from a promenade that has come so easily for them time and time before, that Harry realizes just how much damage his little stunt with Teagan earlier has done.

When they finish, Giselle won't even look him in the eyes. He can guess what thoughts are running through her head now, and none of them are good.

He glances over at Giselle's mother, her black blazer-clad arms crossed over her chest, a look of distaste on her lips. He wishes in that moment he could shield Giselle for what he is sure is coming later, like he tried to in that hospital room weeks ago.

"Thank you for your work today," Gregory announces with a clap. "We hope to make our final casting decision in the next few days."

Harry lingers as the cast and board members begin to exit the studio and as he takes off his shoes and slips back into his sweatpants he can't help but watch as Natalia Korsakova approaches her daughter in the corner of the room.

"What was that Giselle?" she only half-whispers. "I have never seen you dance like that in your life! I know the hospitalization set you back, but honestly Giselle were you not even rehearsing?” Natalia taps her foot against the Marley floor in an irregular rhythm, as if she’s try to dispel some of her own anger into it. “Do you know how difficult it was to even get Gregory to consider you continuing in the role after what happened?"

Harry watches as Giselle's shoulders crouch forward in defeat, her eyes cast downward.

"When will you learn to earn the opportunities you are given for yourself? Honestly Giselle, sometimes I think you just expect me to fix everything for you!"

"Mom," Giselle begs, her voice cracking.

"No excuses Giselle. Now let me go talk to Gregory, and fix this mess once again," Natalia clicks away before Giselle even gets a word in.

Harry stands. Although every part of his body wants to go over and comfort Giselle, he knows he can't do that. Instead, he grabs his bag and throws it over his shoulder, willing himself not to look back as he exits the studio.

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Giselle doesn't go to rehearsal the next day. She can't face it. The failure from yesterday's rehearsal. Her mother's disapproval once again. The way her brain has become so obsessed with a boy she's only kissed once that she couldn't even execute a routine she's spent months learning.

Giselle thinks that maybe, she isn't meant to dance anymore. Maybe it’s all too much. She'll never be a world-renowned ballerina like her mother or Harry. She'll never win her mother's approval or pride. And so maybe it's better to let Teagan and her new beau perform next week instead of embarrassing herself and her mother.

Giselle doesn't know how much time passes as she lays on her couch in her tattered gray sweatpants staring at the ceiling. It feels like minutes and hours all at the same time. She tries briefly, to run through affirmations like she learned about in therapy, but the words sound stupid in her head, and so she stops all together.

There's a knock at Giselle's door. Giselle doesn't register it at first, her mind somewhere else. Then she hears it again, louder this time and with more urgency. She tries to ignore it, closing her eyes and willing whoever is out there- her mother probably- to go away. But they don't stop. They keep on knocking.

Giselle groans, then begrudgingly stands from her spot on the couch, moving towards the door and opening it with a click.

She doesn't know who she was expecting to be there. Caleb maybe? Her mother? Certainly not Harry, who is standing atop her black doormat in a dark gray t-shirt and joggers.

Seeing him in front of her brings back all the emotions of the past few days. The anger of finding him with Teagan. The humiliation of thinking that there could ever be something more between the two of them.

"What are you..." she begins, trying to shut the door in his face.

Harry's reflexes are quicker as he slides his foot into the door frame, blocking it from shutting.

"Can we talk? Please."

Giselle can't see his face now, but she can hear the begging in his voice. It's not a tone she's used to hearing leave his mouth.

"Why? So you can play me again?" Giselle snaps. "I saw you and Teagan, Harry."

"I know," Harry says softly.

There's silence for a moment, and Giselle can hear her own heartbeat inside her ear. Thump. Thump.

"Can I come in?"

Giselle sighs. She doesn't want to let him, to face him and fall into some stupid trance again. But she also wants to know why he came all this way. So she opens the door slowly and keeps her eyes fixed on the floor as Harry steps into her apartment and makes his way onto a chair in the corner of her living room.

"You weren't at rehearsal today," Harry states, as if Giselle wasn't aware of her own absence. "I have a feeling I'm to blame for that."

"Partly," Giselle says softly, taking a seat on the couch across from Harry and crossing her legs beneath her.

"It made me worried about you. I know you've been going through a lot."

Giselle can't help but let out a snort at this comment. "Going through a lot? Really Harry? I'm questioning my entire career right now, my mother basically told me I will never accomplish anything without her help, and my asshole of a partner, who for about five minutes made me think he was someone who finally understood me, ended up just being an asshole. So yes, Harry, I've got a lot going on right now!" The frustration that leaves Giselle's body has a somewhat comforting affect on her, as if the pent-up emotions from today have finally been released.

"You're right, I'm an asshole," Harry begins, twisting the silver ring that adorns his right index finger. "I guess this is the part where I say I had a sad excuse of a childhood and never learned to trust anybody. I walled myself off and told myself that if I didn't get close to someone I couldn't get hurt. They couldn't hurt me if I didn't care. And with you Giselle, well I started caring. So I did what I always do— I go and fuck it up."

Giselle looks at him, silent.

"What you saw with Teagan, that's my defense mechanism. It's nothing serious, because I can't ever do serious. I'm not cut out for that kind of real emotional relationship. Trust me Giselle, you don't want me. You don't want any part of this. I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch with a broken soul and commitment issues. I just needed you to see that. I'm no good for you, Giselle. I'm no good for anyone."

Giselle stays quiet. She doesn't recognize the man in front of her. Sure, she's seen glimpses of him: salsa dancing, in her hospital room. But never like this: raw and vulnerable and...honest?

It didn't justify his actions, not even close. And it didn't solve the fact that there was almost certainly no way that Gregory would choose her over Teagan after the rehearsal today. But deep in her soul, Giselle knows Harry is telling the truth.

"I'm sorry Giselle. Truly, I am. You should come back to rehearsals, if you want. Don't let my mistakes keep you from the role you've worked so hard for."

"I think I've done my part in ruining any chance of that role for myself," Giselle groans. "And honestly, I'm not even sure I want to do it anymore."

"Well for what it's worth," Harry says, standing from the couch. "I don't think there's anyone that would make a better Odette than you. And when we are on, Giselle, it's magic up on that stage. But don't do this for me. Don't do this for your mother. Don't do this for the company. This performance is for you. It is all for you."

He makes his way towards the door, opening it with a creak.

"Harry?" she says as he takes a step into the hallway. He turns, his eyes meeting hers. "Even broken souls are still beautiful."

One Week Until Opening Night

Giselle has one night to make a life changing decision.

Well, technically she's known she needed to make this decision for the past two days- ever since Gregory had called her and told her that if she showed up to dress rehearsal on Friday night the role of Odette was hers.

Her mother has been silent on the whole matter, and for this Giselle is thankful. Giselle is certain her mother just assumes that her daughter will want the role, and maybe she's right. Or maybe Giselle is ready to hang up her pointe shoes and start a new life. Two choices. Two life-defining choices.

Giselle talked to Caleb on the phone for hours yesterday about this. Her best friend was nothing but supportive of course, but also unable to shed any true clarity on the situation.

Giselle decides that maybe what she needs is a nice long stroll down the streets of New York. Maybe the fresh air will clear her mind.

Her walk takes her past the company, where she's spent more hours than she can count. Her home since before she could even walk. Some of her proudest moments have happened in that building. Standing on pointe for the first time, dancing her first solo, nailing her first pirouette. But that building has also been home to some of the lowest points in her life- times where she wished she could be anywhere but there.

As she continues through the neighborhood, she finds herself near a familiar building. There's loud, upbeat music coming from inside, and for reasons unknown to Giselle, she finds herself opening the door and climbing the stairs.

Salsa class is in full swing, and just like the time she came here with Harry, she is quickly motioned to join the group. Giselle sets down her bag and makes her way to the center of the floor, where she is whisked into a dance with a elderly man whose eyes crinkle as he smiles. He doesn’t say anything to her, just grabs her hand and places the other on her back and begins to dance.

Instantly, the music draws her in and her body finds its rhythm. And as Giselle twirls around the room with a stranger, adrenaline courses through her veins. The music gives her life and she thinks to herself, how awful a world would be if she wasn't able to dance, for this feeling is something you can’t experience any other way.

In that moment, Harry's words echo through her mind. This is for you. She dances because it makes her feel on top of the world. She dances because their is no feeling quite like letting music totally consume your body and dictate its movements. She dances because it makes her feel alive.

And then her decision is made.

***************

"You're here," Harry exclaims when he sees her, the next morning.

"I am," Giselle says. "I went to salsa class last night.”

Harry raises an eyebrow in a look that says ‘You did?’

“I understand now. I want to dance for me. I want to dance for the little girl that watched Swan Lake for the first time and imagined myself as the girl in the white tutu. And maybe I won’t make my mother proud or the company proud. But dancing Odette has been my dream for as long as I can remember, and I’m not going to let the pressure of someone else keep me from living my dream.”

"You're going to make that little girl proud," Harry says.

Giselle's heart warms at his comment, but she tries not to take it to heart. This could be the beginning of another seemingly endless cycle of hot and cold between the two of them, and they couldn't afford any cold during the performance.

She knows she has to say the unsaid, before it brings them back to square one all over again.

"Harry, you should know that it scares me too, this thing between us. No one has ever understood me quite like you do. Sometimes I feel like your looking right into my soul."

Harry doesn't say anything for a moment, but he looks at Giselle and the look says more than words can. He offers her his hand. "Let's go show Gregory the best Odette he's ever seen."

Opening Night

Giselle has never felt adrenaline quite like this. Under the bright lights, she feels as if she’s completely transformed into Odette. As the last scene reaches its climax, Giselle dances up the ramp to the platform where her character will leap to her death. As she lands on the soft blue mat backstage, she exhales. She’s done it. She’s given the performance of her life.

Harry leaps off the platform next, landing on the blue mat and scurrying to where she stands backstage.

He flashes her a cheeky grin, dimples forming on his cheeks.

"We did it," she exclaims, feeling a mixture of both relief and exhalation.

"No, Giselle, you did it. That performance was all you."

Their eyes meet for a moment as Harry takes a step forward, bringing his hand to cup Giselle's chin as he tilts her head up towards his. Then, ever so slowly he brings his lips down to meet hers.

He doesn't have to say a word, neither does Giselle, because even after he pulls away and they make their way to the downstage wing for their reverence hand in hand, they know what this means. Their souls have been speaking to each other all night, through every movement, in a language only the two of them can fully understand.

As Giselle takes her final bow, she looks towards the front row of the audience, spotting her mother in the audience, her hands beating in a soft clap. Her lips are still formed in a straight line, but Giselle's eyes meet hers and her mother gave her a small nod. And Giselle knows, even though she’ll never say it, that for the first time in her life she’s done something right in her mother’s eyes.

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hournites · 3 years

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I just thought of a weird, but funny Hournite/Stargirl fic idea/prompt: Yolanda misses out on a JSA mission thanks to her parents & when she see everyone the following day all of the JSA’s personalities have been inverted. Rick is really bubbly & dorky, Beth is bitter, angry, & goth-like, Courtney is sarcastic, mean, & very Queen B. Pat tells Yolanda that the Shade was trying to steal the Wizard’s wand & the ensuing chaos caused the sides of their personalities that the three of them usually never show to turn into their dominant traits. While Pat’s searching for a cure to this problem, Yolanda’s forced to watch dorky Rick swoon over an oblivious & bleak-minded Beth, all while Courtney makes fun of all of them while flipping through fashion magazines & complaining about her broken nails. So... yeah... Yolanda has her hands full lol. Love to hear your thoughts on this!

This got out of hand...

Invert

~.~

While most days as a member of the Justice Society of America consisted of many fun surprises, there were some days Yolanda had no word to describe. Yolanda dropped her school bag at the table downstairs at the Pit Stop, then climbed upstairs. Taking in the scene unfolding in front of her, she realized today was one of those no word days.

Beth was curled up in the corner of the couch, legs drawn up to her chest with a book, wearing a scowl so jarring, Yolanda had to think back to the time she’s ever seen such an expression on Beth's face. Yeah, probably never. What’s weirder was the way Rick’s hanging over her shoulder, leaning against the couch and rambling about his car. He was in a regular t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to look like a muscle tank, biceps on full display. It was almost like he was showing off, trying to impress her. And it would impress Beth, Yolanda was pretty sure. But she wasn’t even looking at him.

“….Hi?”

Only then did Rick notice Yolanda. He brightened up with a wave. “Hi! You missed a lot.”

“I see that,” she answered slowly. “What exactly...did I miss?” And where’s Courtney? “Did something happen yesterday?”

Beth snorted. “You could say that.”

Yolanda frowned when Beth didn’t elaborate.

“The Shade got hold of the Wizard’s wand,” Rick explained, grimacing a little. “We think we got, uh, spelled? I can’t put my finger on what exactly. We’re just different. I feel different, I mean. Like, I think this might be the longest sentence I’ve said to you? And I’m not even done. It’s not bad, it’s just weird. I’ve been trying to convince Beth to go outside with me for the last half hour.” He shook her shoulder. “C’mon, Beth. Please?”

“I’m reading,” she groused.

“You can read in my car and we can go for a drive? I’ll take you out!”

“Yeah…” Beth considered his words. She looked up at him, and Yolanda took a step back. She was wearing thick black eyeliner and her book had covered her matching dark lipstick. “Maybe later?”

“Yes!” Rick cheered, pumping his fist. “It’s a date! Great, I’m excited!”

“Wow...Beth...That’s quite the makeover…”

Beth shrugged. “Yeah. It’s new. I like it.”

“She looks great, doesn’t she?” Rick gushed. He sat at the other end of the couch. “So do you want to go to dinner on our date?”

Yolanda turned around so Rick won’t see her reaction to his desperate crush. The second-hand embarrassment was getting to her, if Rick was his regular self he wouldn’t be nearly this obvious. She’d always known Rick sort of liked Beth, but she’d never seen him so vocal about it. Rick was the type to bury his feelings, even romantic ones, until they explode. Not actively pursue them.

She climbed back downstairs and ran into Courtney. “...What did I just watch?”

Courtney’s hair was straightened and styled up in a high ponytail.

Great, Yolanda thought. More random makeovers.

In all honesty, Courtney looked absolutely beautiful, but any appreciation Yolanda could find in herself to compliment her vanished when she got a good look at the meanness on her face.

Courtney snapped pink gum obnoxiously with a hand on the waist of her sweats. “Are you talking about Rick and Beth?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s pathetic. I’ve been avoiding them.”

Yolanda narrowed her eyes. It was not like Courtney to insult their friends. “I was going to say weird...Rick isn’t pathetic.”

“If you say so. Well, you know what is pathetic? The fact you let your parents make you stay at home. We needed you last night and now everything’s messed up because you had to be a goody two-shoes.”

“Don’t talk to me that way, Court.” Yolanda pushed her aside. “You know it’s not easy. If I disobey them they’ll only hate me more. I love my mom, Court. I don’t want her to alienate me.”

Courtney shook her head. “I don’t really care. Hearing you complain about your mom and dad gets annoying. They suck. We get it. Get over it?”

Yolanda blinked back tears. “You don’t understand what it’s like!”

“Oh my god, are you actually crying?”

The hurt in her chest squeezed. Yolanda almost couldn’t breathe. Courtney had always been understanding to her, she’d let her vent and express her emotions, she was a compassionate person, it’s what she’d loved about her best friend so much. But her personality and behaviour resembled nothing like the Courtney Yolanda cared for. “Screw you, Court!”

She sped out of there, wiping at her eyes with the back of her palm.

“Yolanda!” Someone called after her, but she didn’t want to be here anymore. She understood her friends were under the influence of some magic, but she couldn’t stomach the way everything had flipped upside down. “Yolanda! Wait!”

She slowed her pace and turned around when she saw Pat jogging down the sidewalk with her forgotten bag. “You forgot this.”

“They all changed, Pat! Especially Courtney.”

Pat sighed. “I know. I was going to find you but Zeek called and got me all wrapped up in some nonsense, I wasn’t able to warn you on time.”

“So it’s true? They’re spelled?”

“Evidently. The good news is, Mike and Jakeem apprehended the wand back early this morning. We just don’t know how to use it.” He leaned in and gave her a half hug. “Why don’t you head on over to our house? Barb’s also been taking this whole mess pretty badly. We can figure out next steps this afternoon.”

Yolanda nodded, she couldn’t imagine what Courtney’s mom must’ve felt to see her daughter lack any empathy. She took her bag and started to make her trek to the Whitmore-Dugans.

They had to get to the bottom of this, she knew that. But witnessing the inversion of her friends accumulated a dark cloud over her head the longer she thought about it.

What if she was there during the mission last night? Yolanda couldn’t help but wonder what life would feel like unburdened.

What if I didn't care about what others thought about me? What if I didn't feel so cautious and careful about what I do or what I say? Or trusted everyone I met with ease again?

What if I had the chance to feel free?

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that-sw-writer · 4 years

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Empress for the Evening III

PART ONE, TWO

MASTERLIST

Note: Long time coming but here it is, I can’t tell if I love it or hate it... But this is the final part.

Summary: A whirlwind cycle passes, and now as the wife of Kylo Ren you have to make your most nerve-wracking gala appearance yet.

You’re a threat to many others who envy your position, and the rumours flying around about your relationship don’t help your stress as you prepare for the gala.

Chaos is bound to ensue.

Word count: 5517

"Please, be seated." You addressed your court as you made your way to your throne at the head of the table.

Your advisors sit as instructed to do so. Only two rotations ago you had been aboard the Finalizer, and the Supreme Leader had offered you his hand in marriage. Until now only you and Kylo knew about the engagement, he had been very considerate of your political situation and insisted that he would not mention anything to the First Order until you had told your own advisors.

Not even your closest confidants knew - and keeping such big news secret from them had been painfully difficult.

"Your Majesty, since your appearance at the gala we've received a number of messages from allied planets."

"I dread to think..." You waved your hand, motioning for them to proceed and inform you about what you were going to assume was nothing short of hate mail.

"I hate to approach the situation again, but some of them have withdrawn their proposals of marriage and suggested new suitors who they believe will be, um- more to your standard." Your chief advisor spoke, and the whole court looked rather nervous. They were used to you harshly shutting down any talks of marriage.

You knew they were simply delivering the messages, and it didn't surprise you that your associates from the gala were now suggesting different suitors - you would have been foolish to think that they would let it go just because you insulted them. Your planet's economy was booming, and the opportunity of a young, unmarried queen was priceless.

"You can decline all proposals." You began, taking a deep breath before finally letting out the secret that had been eating away at you, "I have already accepted one."

Mutters rose up from your court, and you allowed them to make their comments of surprise before raising your hand to silence them. They all rightfully had plenty of questions, so you answered them all before they could ask them.

"At the Gala Supreme Leader Ren asked for my hand in marriage, and I accepted." You tried to ignore the smile that threatened to break out on your face as you recalled the heated moment he had asked you to marry him.

"The Supreme Leader?" Jafan, the chief advisor, questioned in sheer disbelief. He was a trustworthy, honest man. He had spent years serving under your father and he had been nothing but a close ally to you since you had taken the throne.

"Yes. I know it seems unbelievable, and truly I'm still trying to wrap my own head around it, but I accepted nevertheless - it's what I want." You wanted to make it abundantly clear that you had chosen this, it wasn't for political gain, that was just an added bonus.

Your entire court seemed content with this response, and they all waited for Jafan to speak again on their behalf.

"Congratulations your Majesty, we can begin preparations for your wedding as soon as you wish." He smiled at you, and you returned it.

"I'll contact Supreme Leader Ren shortly and we can choose a date." You confirmed.

From there the meeting largely consisted of minor issues, as they always did. Morale amongst the workers in the steel factories was higher than ever, and production rates were still soaring - that was something you were determined to not let slip once you became Empress as well as Queen.

When you dismissed everyone after the meeting Jafan rushed after you, "my Queen!" He called, and you stopped to allow him to catch up to you.

"What can I do for you Jafan?" You politely asked him as he came to walk by your side.

"About the marriage, your Majesty. I wanted to extend my personal congratulations again, but I just-" He cut himself off, clearly unsure of how to word what he wanted to say without coming across as insubordinate.

"You have concerns, I understand." You softly told him. It was clearly going to be a big adjustment, and Jafan was simply doing his job by bringing the issues to your attention, you appreciated that.

"A marriage to the Supreme Leader will come hand in hand with plenty of benefits for us, but equally my concern lies with you needing to take on so many new responsibilities if you are to rule the First Order alongside him." Jafan was right to have these concerns, they were ones that had already crossed your mind.

"I thought about this. I won't abandon my planet or its people by any means, but I will be spending more time off-world, and in my stead I was going to ask you to chair meetings and be the acting head of state. I can easily stay in contact with you and I still intend to be here regularly." You confirmed. It was something you had given a lot of thought to. Jafan was someone you trusted, and he had more than proved himself through his years of experience and sound guidance he had offered you in your time as Queen.

"Queen Y/N, you honour me. Thank you." He stopped to bow before you, and you nodded in appreciation.

"I know you won't let me down Jafan." You smiled at him, and at this bid him farewell. You were itching to tell you handmaidens about the news, they hadn't stopped pestering you about what had happened at the Gala, and they knew you were keeping something from them - now you could finally tell them.

When you entered your chambers the three ladies were all sat on your bed awaiting your arrival, and they burst out into smiles when they saw you, rising to greet you properly.

"How was the meeting your Majesty?" Flora asked.

"Don't get up ladies, honestly." You waved your hand in dismissal, and they all sat back down the the bed with you joining them. "The meeting was eventful. I actually have something I've been dying to tell you all!"

They all looked at you, curious, but equally excited. They knew some good news had been coming, and finally you were able to share it.

"Supreme Leader Ren asked for my hand in marriage, and I accepted!" You excitedly told them all, finally allowing yourself to finally relax revel in the joy of the news rather than worry about the details.

The three women did nothing short of squealing like school-girls, but you were thrilled that they were happy for you.

"You two will be perfect together!" Kira exclaimed, having allowed the other women to offer their congratulations, they had known how fond you had been of him.

Kira wasn't wrong either, weeks passed and Kylo had made regular visits to your planet. He was invested in the wedding plans but left a lot of it up you, he had no finesse for organising these sorts of events, and you seemed to be in your element.

The big day flew by. The ceremony and following reception had been held planet-side, and you had been sure to keep it a rather quiet affair; despite the whole galaxy probably knowing of your marriage you were still inclined to keep nosy the representatives from other planets away from you.

From there you fell into a routine where you would spend four rotations aboard the Finalizer with your husband and the remaining three back home. It was a lot to juggle sometimes, but you wouldn't have changed it for the world.

The cycle passed in a flash, and in that time you and Kylo had grown ever closer. You knew of his past life as Ben Solo, you knew all of his fears and aspirations, and it all just made you love him more.

Meanwhile watching you rule so successfully not only as a Queen, but also as an Empress made Kylo fall for you more than he ever imagined possible. You had a mutual respect for one another, and you had easily cemented your place in the First Order.

However you seemed to never be far from scrutiny. For every day stolen away with your husband where he would whisk you off for a night spent away on a different planet, there seemed to be a new rumour circulating about your relationship.

It didn't bother you, you actually never involved yourself in such trivial matters. But it did unnerve you slightly to think about how many people working alongside you had heard these rumours, and namely how many people actually believed them.

Not only that but you didn't always feel safe around these people, you threatened their pride as Empress. You didn't doubt that Kylo would fiercely protect you through anything, but all it would take is for him to turn his back at the wrong second. It seemed to be an irrational fear, but you had turned down everyone in exchange for the most powerful man in the galaxy, and to outsiders it looked like a shady political move when really it was much more simple than that. Perhaps you were overthinking it, but you didn't trust any of the people you had previously associated yourself with to try something to remove you from the picture.

These thoughts were at the back of your mind as you prepared for the annual First Order Gala. Your handmaidens aboard the Finalzer could never compare to your closest confidants back on your home planet - they weren't nearly as chatty, but you couldn't deny that they still did an impeccable job of making you look like an Empress.

Your dress this year was one to fit your new title - there was no blending into the crowd anymore. The dress itself was black and strapless, leaving your shoulders bare. It was tailored to your waist and hit the floor, and it was embellished with luxurious stones boasting the smallest hints of red on the bodice and around your chest, the embellishments becoming more sparse further down the garment. However, the clear standout piece of this outfit was the flowing cape attached to the top of the dress just below your shoulders. It flowed to the ground and had a short train - the cape was equally embellished with stones which boasted eye catching red colours when they hit the light.

Your hair was set in loose curls, and styled to be pushed away from your face - it was held back by a lavish crown which was embedded into your hair, it was subtle but effectively asserted your position. The dark colours matched your dress, and your makeup was also darker than you would usually wear. But that was to be expected, you were the Empress of the First Order now, and they had a certain dark aesthetic you had to adopt at these functions.

"Thank you ladies." You stood before the mirror, giving your handmaidens a cordial nod. They muttered their pleasantries before you dismissed them - perhaps you would never have a good relationship with them, they were afraid to speak freely in case they put a foot out of line, a fear your ladies back home were free of.

Now alone in the large quarters you shared with Kylo you smoothed down your skirt and inhaled a deep breath - this cycle you truly had nothing to look forward to. Previously you had been excited at the prospect of seeing the Supreme Leader again, but now you were married to him, you could see him whenever you wanted.

As you thought of your husband, you were led to wonder where he was. Sure you could turn up to your own gala fashionably late, but you were pushing it for time now and you hadn't seen Kylo since your handmaidens had first arrived to begin getting you ready.

He sauntered through the doors right on cue, and you turned to face him with a grin on your face as you took in his appearance. He was wearing the same tunic he wore every year, and most days you now knew, but tonight is was accessorised by a black cape. It was not dissimilar to the one you wore, but rather than being covered in lavish stones and crystals his was adorned by a red lining - you looked subtly coordinated.

"You look incredible." He quietly exhaled as he approached you, his arms wrapping around your waist, "I can't wait to take it off you later." He then said as a raspy whisper in your ear, causing heat to briefly flood your body at the thought.

"At least I have something to look forward to." You smirked, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

"Mhm, I agree." Kylo reluctantly pulled away from you and traded his arms around your waist for linking his arm with yours.

He lead you out of your quarters. Both of you still hated these events, and now that you were married to the Supreme Leader you didn't have the exhilaration of wondering if Kylo Ren would talk to you, or kiss you - you didn't need a gala for any of that anymore.

Many of the rumours flying around concerned your personal lives, and they were just designed to make you feel uneasy in your position - but it wasn't that easy. People made many assumptions about your relationship with Kylo, but they didn't know who he really was. All they saw was his hard exterior and aptitude for violence, not the caring man he was behind closed doors who you had come to love.

When you approached the entrance you had entered the gala from every other year you wished you could have done the same that evening. It was so much easier to just slip in the back and have nobody notice you, you weren't ready to have all eyes and judgement on you.

"You'll be fine." Kylo quietly reassured you as you arrived at the blast doors he walked through every year. He had naturally taken to reading your emotions in situations - he didn't even do it on purpose most of the time.

"The last two cycles I've insulted your guests, this year they're our guests which doesn't bode well for me if I'm rude to them again." You nervously laughed. You couldn't stand being belittled by sleazy politicians, which is why you had lashed out so easily at them, but you feared you needed to be on your best behaviour now.

"They're our guests, but you're my Empress. If anyone disrespects you I could have them killed." Kylo spoke almost as if he were challenging someone to test his words, and you didn't doubt that he meant what he had said.

"Please all be upstanding for Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, and Empress Y/N Y/L/N." You heard the voice echo from inside, and just as you inhaled a deep breath the blast doors flew open, applause ringing out through the room.

Kylo led you down the staircase. Both of your expressions made you look as though you were above the whole event, and in truth you were - you'd rather have been in bed with your husband.

"Later." He quietly whispered to you with a smirk, and your cheeks flushed. You tended to accidentally project your thoughts to him - you had no idea how to stop doing it honestly.

You reached the bottom of the staircase, and didn't know where to begin. Usually you would have been busy pretending to interested in whatever gossip other guests were indulging in

Following Kylo's lead, you spent a long time going round from group to group to exchange pleasantries with your guests and thank them for their loyalty to the First Order. You constantly had a polite smile on your face as you gave your thanks for their compliments regarding your appearance and congratulations on your marriage. All in all things weren't going as badly as you had anticipated.

Eventually you spotted Jafan in the crowd, socialising amongst other representatives. You were impressed at how natural he looked in his role, but he was so experienced in politics and leadership that you weren't surprised, he had done you proud as acting head of state.

"I'm just going to see Jafan." You told Kylo who nodded at you and released your arm from his. He didn't generally show much affection in public, and you couldn't blame him, he had a tough and unbreakable exterior he needed to portray and he didn't want to seem as though you were a weakness to him.

"I'll come and find you." He replied, and you politely excused yourself from the group you and your husband had been addressing and quickly turned tail to walk towards Jafan.

"Your Majesty!" He exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as he bowed to you, and you smiled back at him. Whilst the First Order insisted everybody address you as Empress, your chief advisor was the exception to this rule - he had known you since you were a young Princess.

"It's good to see you Jafan, you look well." You nodded and he expressed his gratitude for your compliment.

"If I might be so bold I have never seen you look more beautiful, my Queen." He returned the compliment and you thanked him.

"How are you finding the experience? You seem to be better at it than I ever was." You joked, and he responded with a short chuckle.

"It's just good business your Majesty, I could think of many places I would rather be." He shook his head, and you appreciated that more than he could know. These events were the highlight of some people's cycles, but they weren't for everyone.

Before you could respond a shadow was cast over you both by the approaching Chancellor of Vardos, whose name you now knew was Darro Bernand - after your previous debacle with him and his entourage you had made a conscious effort to do some research on the man.

"Jafan, how refreshing to see you here!" Darro exclaimed, eagerly shaking his hand before eventually turning to you, "And Queen Y/N, always a pleasure."

Not only had he addressed you second and made a backhanded comment suggesting that he would rather have seen Jafan representing your planet than its own Queen, but he purposely used your wrong title. With other people you would have brushed it off as a simple mistake, but not Darro, he was an exceptionally bitter individual.

"That's Empress, Chancellor Bernand." You put on your cordial smile, speaking in as soft a tone as you could muster, "And on behalf of myself and my husband I'd like to thank you for your attendance and continued loyalty to the First Order." You went through the motions, you were determined to not allow yourself to become aggressive towards belligerence, you were better than that now.

"My apologies, of course Empress." He gave a clearly fake smile, "Congratulations on the marriage, you certainly have come a long way." There was a nasty undertone to his words, and you weren't surprised.

"If you'll excuse me Chancellor." You nodded, wanting to reunite with Kylo before you kick Darro between the legs. "I'll see you later Jafan, if you need anything let me know." You genuinely smiled at him before turning to walk away.

"Actually Empress," Darro called, rushing to walk alongside you, "I had actually hoped to apologise to you."

You stopped at this and turned to face him, confusion plastered across your face as you waited for him to speak.

"My behaviour towards you last gala was inappropriate , and I want you to accept my humble apology for being so abrasive." He seemed strangely genuine, but you didn't believe it for a second. Nevertheless you responded accordingly.

"I appreciate and accept your apology Chancellor, please enjoy yourself this evening." You attempted to continue walking away, but he placed his hand on your arm to keep your attention on him.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, I wish you a happy life with Supreme Leader Ren. I'm sure it hasn't been an easy adjustment for you." There was a sub-message in those words, and you wanted to ignore it and move on, but you had to know.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You questioned him.

"I just imagine having to split yourself between your home and this ship isn't where you pictured yourself back when you were a princess. I suppose you did what was best for your planet's political position, but I hope you didn't compromise on your happiness."

You were seething, and it was taking everything in your power not to have his tongue ripped from his mouth, "Not that it's any of your business but if I was going to marry for political gain I would have chosen a suitor from another planet long ago, I married my husband because he makes me happy and for no other reason." You had no duty to tell him any of this, but you were fed up of these rumours circulating.

"You don't have to lie Empress, everybody knows that the Supreme Leader is an aggressive man - and with no pregnancy? We could only assume that you were delaying the inevitable." His voice was no longer masking the venom behind his words, he was just a spiteful man.

"Speak to me like that again and I'll-" As you spoke you were raising your hand to strike it across the Chancellor's insufferable face but before you reached it there was a deafening explosion towards the far end of the room, causing you to instinctively stumble back a few steps.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice calling you in the distance, "Y/N where are you?" It was Kylo, he was shoving his way through the crowds to find you.

You turned around to get his attention, but stopped in your tracks when you felt the barrel of a blaster being jabbed into your back and the voice of the Chancellor whispering in your ear, "Don't say a word or I'll pull the trigger right now. We're leaving." His voice made your skin crawl, but you moved with him since it was that or die on the spot.

Somehow you assumed you were going to die either way, but if you delayed the inevitable you had a better chance of survival, that was at least what you told yourself in that moment when panic was flooding your veins.

Whilst everyone else in the room was still revelling in the shock of the explosion Darro pushed you towards the exit in a hurry. The explosion hadn't been huge, and it conveniently didn't seemed to have injured anyone - it was clearly a setup, perhaps you had been right to not feel safe around all these people who clearly loathed you.

"Why are you doing this?" You hissed, "I'm the Empress of the First Order, we'll have you killed for this."

"No, what you are is a just a girl meddling in matters she doesn't understand. You think we don't see through your naive princess routine? You married the most dangerous man in the galaxy to prove a point, and to make sure your pathetic little planet stays protected. Nobody in their right mind would marry a man like Kylo Ren for any other reason." He spat these words to you in a hushed tone and you were shoved out into the corridor.

To your dismay the Stormtroopers who should have been patrolling the corridors were missing. "So now what, you kill me? What good will that do any of you?" You scoffed, assuming that the Chancellor was not working alone - presumably he had allied himself with his associates from the previous cycle's gala.

"With you gone your planet's economy will be in open season, giving the rest of us a chance to win favour with the First Order for once and we won't have to jump into bed with Kylo Ren to do so." He snapped, and you were convinced he was ushering you to the hanger to make an escape. It was clever really, killing you aboard the Finalizer was a surefire way to get caught.

"That's just as well, because you're not really his type." You scoffed. If you were going to die then you certainly won't going to give the Chancellor or any of his associates the satisfaction of seeing you crumble - you just had to find a way to escape before he got you to the hanger.

You knew that Kylo would be searching for you, the biggest downfall of this scheme was that they overlooked your relationship with Kylo. They thought you were pushed into it, that he didn't care for you - their plan relied on the basis that Kylo wouldn't be concerning himself with your disappearance.

As that crossed your mind you remembered that you constantly subconsciously projected your thoughts to your husband, if you could somehow communicate to him that you were on your way to the hanger then he could beat the Chancellor there.

The hanger. You thought as you imagined it in your mind, painting as real of a picture as you could. Perhaps this was hopeless but it was the best idea you had.

When you rounded the corner you were met with another blaster being jabbed in your face, and you scowled at the woman holding it - the irony is you didn't even recognise her. There were people involved in this plot whom you had never interacted with. You knew becoming Empress would paint a target on your back but this was truly extraordinary.

"Your chariot awaits, Empress." The woman snidely remarked, before flanking you alongside Darro as you finished the last leg of your journey to the hanger.

"Now as far as anyone will ever know, you unfortunately died in an explosion at the gala - a tragic plot by the Resistance." The Chancellor let out a cunning laugh in your ear.

"So you used the gala as cover... This must have taken more planning than I'm worth." You scoffed.

"Oh you have no idea just how much you're worth dear Empress." He leaned forward and whispered directly into your ear, making your toes curl.

"You're disgusting." You spat back at him, but were just met with a harsh jab from the blaster by your spine, causing you to stumble forward a few steps as you entered the hanger.

Please my love, find me. You willed it a final time, praying to the Maker that Kylo could hear you wherever he was.

The blast doors flew open and you were pushed inside, immediately spotting a ship waiting to depart with two pilots visible through the cockpit viewpoint - you wondered how many people were involved in this scheme.

"So you kill me, claim my planet's economy and win the First Order's favour? You think it'll be that easy?" You thought the longer you could keep him talking, the more time you would buy yourself.

"You have no idea how long we have spent planning this. Nobody will be suspicious of your death, and with no heir? We will have no trouble-" Darro's snide words were interrupted by a sight which made your face light up.

"Step away from my wife." Kylo spoke in a slow growl as he approached from the side entrance to the hanger with a handful of Stormtroopers, facing you and your two would-be-murderers head on. His face was contoured by rage, and it was a look you recognised well, usually you would watch him slash at walls with his Lightsaber. But something told you he was about to take his anger out at the people pointing blasters at you, and you weren't complaining.

The only immediate problem was that his Lightsaber was sitting back in your quarters, but he had compromised by swiping a blaster on his way into the room. Relief was washing over your body despite the fact that you were still in immediate danger, you trusted him unconditionally.

"Stay back!" Darro exclaimed, suddenly behaving like a trapped animal. One of his hands wrapped around your neck whilst the other thrust the blaster into your temple.

Kylo took this vicious movement as an opportunity to fire a blaster bolt at the women who had been accompanying you, it struck her shoulder and as she moved to grasp the wound she was tackled to the ground by a Stormtrooper and quickly restrained.

"I won't tell you again." Kylo warned, taking cautious steps towards you with his blaster raised. He was struggling to get a good aim as Darrio was using your body to shield his own entirely.

"I'll shoot her, don't think I won't!" Darro's grip on your neck was tightening, and it was becoming uncomfortable. It was obvious that he never anticipated this plan to go wrong, and this was one eventually he hadn't prepared for.

Kylo's eyes met your own, "do you trust me?" He asked, as if ignoring everyone else in the room in that moment.

"Always." You quietly exhaled, knowing what he was planning on doing.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the impact that was to come. Kylo threw a hand forward and sent a blast through the Force which sent you and Darro flying off your feet.

The impact was largely cushioned by your captor's body, but Kylo's move had successfully released Darro's grip on you and before he could recover you were scrambling to your feet whilst the Stormtroopers rushed over to restrain him and confiscate his weapon.

With wisps of your hair now falling into your face you pulled yourself to your feet and turned to your husband, out of breath from the entire ordeal. Kylo's eyes met yours and he wasted no time in rushing towards you to pull you into his arms, squeezing your body so tightly he could have crushed you.

"I'm sorry, I should never have left you." He buried his face in your hair, and your arms snaked under his arms to link behind his back.

"Don't do that." You softly told him, "you have nothing to apologise for, this wasn't your fault." Your words were slightly muffled by your face being pressed so tightly to his chest.

Eventually he released you and held you at arms length, "I'm never going to let you get hurt again." He determined, and you knew there was no point in fighting him over it.

"Supreme Leader, what shall we do with them?" A Stromtrooper asked, having rounded up those who were also aboard the ship which had been destined for your escape.

"Take them all to the bridge, I'll handle them personally." His voice deepened, darkness having flooded his eyes at the thought of how he would punish those who dared to kill his wife.

Darro in particular had lost all sense of decency and innocence. As he was dragged away he yelled, "this isn't over! You think he can protect you forever? One day he'll grow bored of you and that will be your downfall!" His digs were contradictory to the evidence he had seen that night. If his analysis of yours and Kylo's relationship had been correct then no doubt he would have succeeded in kidnapping and subsequently killing you - but you had proven him wrong.

Just by looking at Kylo's face you could tell he was on the verge of killing them all right there and then, so you reached up and gently placed a hand on his face to have him face you again.

"We will have our revenge." You assured him, "But for now I'd just like my bed." You admitted, the events of the evening having caught up with you.

"Do you not need the Med Bay? I could get a medical droid of come to our quarters and food-" Kylo was gushing, but you placed a finger to his lips.

"Kylo, my love, I'm fine. I wouldn't be here without you - they underestimated our relationship and if they hadn't perhaps things would not have gone so fortunately. But you saved me, and now they will suffer the consequences." You reassured him that you were okay, and he went silent for a moment.

"I love you." He finally said. He didn't know what else to say, he was so blown away by how you had handled such a traumatic experience with such grace that somehow he found himself loving you even more - which he hadn't thought would be possible.

"I love you too." You told him, leaning in to softly kiss his lips for a few moments. When you pulled away you opened you mouth to speak, but shut it, prompting Kylo to speak instead.

"What? You were going to say something." He raised an eyebrow, arms securing themselves around your waist. At this stage he didn't care who saw the two of you showing such affection in public.

"It's just-" You tried to think of the polite way to say it, but you soon realised that in some scenarios being direct was the best option, "We're never having one of these fucking galas again." You concluded, earning a short laugh from your adorning husband.

"You won't hear me complaining." He mumbled, already capturing your lips in another kiss.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo x y/n

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halothenthehorns · 3 years

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All in the Family

Chapter 111: In the Hog's Head

The high pitched yowl of pain shook everyone out of their coughing and definitely drowned out the other general crashes as they all looked desperately around for the danger.

It was the Hog's Head, they all instantly recognized, even Regulus had popped in here on his second Hogsmeade trip thanks to a dare from a dormmate. The challenge had been to order and drink a firewhiskey, but the bartender had shooed him away. He wondered if it was the exact same bottle he'd been eyeing at the time that had crashed down on Alice Smith's head upon her landing behind the register and now had her bleeding profusely from the crown of her short, dark hair.

The others had landed throughout the establishment in other, arguably safer spots on tables and chairs, Lupin right into a barstool, Regulus directly onto the bar, spilling more drinks right on top of him, though at least the glass tumblers didn't add to the mess, instead it just made the floor slippery as Longbottom and Evans did a fast headcount and tried darting around behind to the scene.

Lupin had been closer though, so he'd gotten there first and was already crouching in front of her drawing his wand with a kind smile she likely couldn't see due to the mixture of blood and alcohol already dribbling into her eyes, and her whimpers of pain and surprise keeping his voice a likely mystery. She reached up automatically to rub at her eyes, and then higher to where the pain was coming from, and he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them towards him, out of the way to perform the spell.

Regulus cringed in regret he had no way to help her, he couldn't even name a healing charm yet, but then Regulus startled right off the bar on top of them all when Longbottom barreled into Lupin and shoved him so hard away, he sent several more bottles crashing around them.

The following shouting and shoving that ensued was utter chaos until finally two clear shouts of "Protego!" sent the eight of them slammed back away from each other as if they were landing all over again.

Lily dropped hers at once and immediately turned to Alice, her advanced Charms work may not have as much practical practice as the Marauders' but she still knew enough of what she was doing she at least sealed the deep gashes along Alice's head. Reaching blindly, she only spotted a dusty old rag and cringed at using it to wipe the rest of her up, before the rest of her brain kicked in and she used Tergeo to great affect, and a quick Aguamenti to dampen it, heart thundering and hands shaking regardless. She hated blood.

James waited patiently, chest still heaving like he'd run the Quidditch pitch four times, until Alice's bright yellow eyes were finally blinking and she looked around in recognition. She was still exceptionally pale, and they were all now covered in blood and alcohol from it. He'd seen Remus lose more blood before and not lose consciousness though, so he was semi sure she was okay enough he dropped his own barrier, but still vibrated in place with adrenaline.

Peter got to his feet slowly, more than enough experience telling him to be cautious before someone else pounced, but when no one stopped him he hopped up onto the bar and swung himself to the other side, but stopped short of dropping down to offer his hand to Regulus to do the same, who was more than happy to swim out of this mosh pit if that was what it took.

Sirius took the precious seconds it was worth to see Remus hadn't fallen into the exact same predicament, but there was no visible blood streaming from him anywhere, so he lunged towards Longbottom fist raised.

James caught him at the last second and had to physically haul him back to the other side of the bar, taking five times as long to fix the space in the struggle that Sirius had covered in a second flat. Finally though he wrestled him back to the floor by Moony's side and met him with a hard glare, the silence that passed between them spoke volumes.

Frank hadn't so much as flinched away as he stayed in between Lily and Alice, but when Potter turned back to glare at him it was damn near as terrifying as Black's murderous intent of bashing his face in. The cold, calculated expression was the exact same he'd held when speaking of how best to dispose of Umbridge.

Remus decided he should stay where he was and keep trying to pick glass out of the back of his shoulder until it was safer to move.

Finally Lily got her feet as well, turning her back on the lot and offering Alice a hand. She took it firmly, but her feet stumbled terribly, and Frank finally moved as well to place a hand on her back as they got her out from behind the bar. No one stopped him, but he felt the three glares daggering into his back with the first hints of shame, he didn't have to look back to know who wasn't.

The floor was already growing stickier with every step they took, which probably helped her just a bit when the crackling silence followed the three of them to the farthest back corner to the stairs.

Alice took the bottom one wearily, rubbing her fingers against her eyes for a few more moments and still not getting any color back, but she was the first to properly speak. "What the hell happened?"

Her heart, already trying to pump in double time to supply the blood she'd lost, nearly went into overdrive at the deranged noise she heard echoing from behind the bar she now sadly recognized as Sirius Black.

It was Frank who answered though, crouching down to see her gentle eyes and saying honestly, "I panicked."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself!" Pettigrew gasped. "You could have killed Remus and her with your stupid stunt!"

Frank flinched, he was very aware that any of that raining glass could have nicked someone in the neck, eye, or any other arteries on the way down, he was pretty confident he had something lodged in his thigh, but all he kept seeing flashing back in his head was a werewolf bent over his girlfriend, bleeding a fountain of blood to boot.

It was not lost on him though, that it was still Lupin who had not done a thing in retaliation.

Frank got slowly back to his feet, taking the time to see the destruction he'd caused before turning back to face the others properly. He wasn't afraid of Black and Potter, but for the first time he felt like drawing his own wand in defense for himself at the looks they gave him. He swallowed that impulse and ignored it until he could see just slightly over the bar again, Lupin's green eyes were still painfully startled like he hadn't quite caught up to what had happened yet any more than Alice. He was reaching blindly over his shoulder, and his wince at finally pulling out a jagged bit of glass drew his friends' attention back to him.

"I'm sorry," and Frank sincerely meant that. He didn't know if the impulse would ever leave him entirely, but he wouldn't let anyone say he couldn't be the bigger person here.

Now the werewolf actually blushed, stammering on anything to say like, like a regular teenager. Frank almost wanted to laugh, but didn't think that would be of much help as he went back to Alice's side. She scooted over and took his hand at once.

Lily got up abruptly then and exited through a door, to everyone's surprise. Nobody moved until she came back with a platter of food.

The last time they'd had food was Umbridge's poisonous house nobody but Regulus had dared take so much as a snack from, and long before that the school kitchens. He was pretty sure the Marauders had scraped some food together back in the Potters' manor, but they hadn't exactly shared that abundance. Regardless, the rations had run out by the time they'd started this book. Even this drafty bar's old cheese and slightly stale bread felt like a feast. She'd given Alice the largest portion and set the rest on the bar without comment for the boys to help themselves.

Frank had immediately given the share she'd offered him to Alice as well, but she only nibbled down a few bites before surprising them all by drawing her own wand, and summoning the book to her.

"You should eat more-" he instantly tried to protest, she was still as pale as ever, but she shook her head so softly and even that made her look a bit green.

"My stomach's feeling," she stopped, and didn't need to elaborate. "I just, let's move on."

He did not agree, likely when they were wrenched from this place she'd just throw up what little she had at the next location, but she squeezed his fingers back and gave him a brave smile as she read the next chapter title as the location of this place.

What she really wanted was a chance to talk to him again, somewhere that wouldn't be overheard in this quiet room. The Marauders were not going to be a lively distraction, and while there was no guarantees the next place would be any better, she certainly didn't want to linger in here as the strong smells of copper and alcohol lingered in the air.

The whole thing touched her deeply as she tried to imagine it from his point of view, but even his bodily defense wasn't as warming as his immediately apologizing for it. Still, she wanted to talk to him about the initial reaction, she'd been delicately avoiding the subject but it clearly wasn't going away.

Peter didn't know what to think of the whole thing as Alice read about Hermione broaching the subject of Harry being DADA teacher again, and a chance to see how many people would take up that offer in the coming Hogsmeade visit. He found himself desperately wanting to turn to Regulus and reminisce about all the secrets of the village the Marauders had learned from all their times creeping about here, both during a full moon and regular nights. He didn't think stories like that would go down well in here right now though, and instead the heavy silence lasted as Hermione started spreading word around the school of 'Harry's' intentions about starting this group and they headed out to this place.

It was an, interesting meeting to be sure, but still nobody cried nay for these actions. To his amazement, nobody in here would still claim not to join Harry's group in a heartbeat against Umbridge's tyranny. He and Regulus exchanged a look as they just had to figure out a way to get them all to realize same as them, they all wanted to be on the same side here.

James smiled to himself as the meeting adjourned, and things were officially set in motion with twenty-five people all believing in his son. Harry went to go around Hogsmeade for a bit though, and he found his mind wandering more. What he would give to start boisterously laughing about Harry being a teacher of all things again, which he'd barely had a chance to do when it had been brought up. He'd made a few theatrical jokes just for his friends' amusement about how insulting to his bloodline that would be for Harry to do any such thing, he'd swear Evans had even laughed for a moment before they'd been zapped in here.

Now he was shifting in unease and entirely unsure of himself as Sirius kept his glowering glare alternating between Longbottom, and him.

He still didn't regret stopping Sirius though, all that had flashed through his mind upon seeing Sirius about to do that was when he'd hit Peter, and even before that when he'd egged Snape on and he'd found out about Moony. He'd really thought Sirius was going to start trying to control his temper, James certainly wanted to take a swing at the racist arse! He just hadn't because the past two consequences still had their marks all around them.

Peter was still standing closer to Regulus on that side of the bar. Remus was now watching the steady drip of the amber liquid onto the floor rather than looking at Sirius for yet another impulsive action of his.

Then his heart skipped a beat and his mind managed to scatter in half as he saw Evans watching him. Openly, curiously, for the first time in his school life like she wanted to come talk to him other than the other way around. His entire insides shut down rather than leap at the opportunity like the idiot he was, and then it was too late as they were torn from here.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #reading the books #OotP #Wolfstar #Jilly #Marauders #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Peter Pettigrew #Lily Evans #Alice Smith #Frank Longbottom

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do you have any more nalu fic recs?

Sorry, not sorry - you’ve unleashed more than you could’ve guessed. ^^ Always happy to Recommend a List of Fics ~ And thank you for asking! Admittedly there’s a few Recs that aren’t Nalu - I got excited to share my favs. ;)

A Girl Worth Fighting For: Natsu navigates unspeakable horrors to win Lucy’s love or Natsu goes shopping, looking for the perfect white day gift.

A Lesson: Natsu and Lucy can’t keep themselves from expressing their passions - and the results are bed breaking. Short but smutty - smexy in fact. ;P

A Solidly Constructed Kiss: Erza strong-arms Lucy and Natsu into working the Kissing Booth to raise funds for a school trip. Lucy’s never been kissed and Natsu acts like he’s never entertained even the idea of kissing another person. Things naturally come to a head when Lucy and Natsu are given the task to build the actual booth; will they fight over construction or build themselves some kind of relationship?

Fairy Tail Week: A collection of drabbles from tumblr prompts to celebrate Fairy Tail. Fairy, Ladies, Lads, Magic, Guild, Ultimate Team, Stronger, Mashima, Tail. Only rated teen to err on the side of caution, family friendly content featuring most of the Fairy Tail Guild!

Feathers and Scales: Angel/Demon AU. Devils are more than they seem and Angels no less. Pitted against each other in a never-ending battle for souls, a single Angel and Devil trade mercies and fall in love. Warning: major character death(s).

Full Moon Secret: Natsu had wanted to tell Lucy his secrets, to share his family history with the fey…it had just never been the right time. Tonight the truth was going to be revealed, one way or another.

Okay, I could just keep hyping all of my own fics individually - but I won’t - other than to just put in a link to ALL OF THEM. ;) Fair warning, I have a few other fandoms works in all the Fairy Tail stories - from Brooklyn 99 to The Flash, Snow White with the Red Hair, RWBY, Blue Exorcist, Teen Titans and some Hakuouki. Yes, I’m a shameless self-promoter. Speaking of that - one more I need to rec! Natsu’s Stars in Lucy’s Sky. I swear Imma finish this.

I also have more than a few favourite authors who write for Fairy Tail (and other fandoms) ~ some have not contributed lately to Fairy Tail or chosen to concentrate on other fandoms - but I like them and their excellent writing.

ObsessedwithNalu: One of my first fandom friends and pretty much any of her FT stories is gold. @obsessedwithnalu

Christmas Treats: Admittedly a gift to me and very cherished for that fact - and - it’s frigging awesome. Lucy does a little holiday baking at home before Fairy Tail’s Christmas party. Natsu, as always, is there. One thing leads to another…

Thanks, Krov: When Krov decided to relax at his favorite bar after work, he never imagined that he’d be seeing some of his old guild members, especially since he thought they had died long ago. Nalu fluff.

Edo-Nalu love fest: Submissions for the Nalu love fest week of 2014. But instead of regular Nalu, these ones feature Edo-Nalu. Smut-tastic and delightfully mature.

ImpracticalDemon: Another early fandom friend who’s still writing this, that and the other thing - and she’s just GREAT. Again, a link to all her works and a few that are special to me follow. XOXOX @impracticaldemon

May the Best Man Survive: “Gray would never have in a million years thought he’d host Natsu’s bachelor party (Nalu pairing). Why is it his job to herd the bunch of rowdy mages from bar to bar, ending up at the guild where the real surprise party is? Oh yeah, the idiot had asked him to be the best man at his wedding. Hijinks, chaos and hilarity ensue.” ^^ A prompt supplied by me and I’m smirking so wide because the fic Imp came up with delivered more awesomeness than I could have hoped for!

A Star At His Side: “Accidentally Fall Asleep Together” for Endragoneel on tumblr. Natsu and Lucy spend the day together at a festival in Magnolia. Natsu ends up watching more than just the stars when the festival is over…

Christmas Gifts: When Erza walks Wendy home from the Guild’s Christmas Party, Wendy realizes how alone her friend and mentor is feeling. She sets out to recruit Lucy, Natsu and the rest to break Jellal out of prison for just one night, as a Christmas gift for Erza. Meanwhile, Natsu has accidentally burned some of Lucy’s writing. Will she forgive him?

Dark Shining Light: One of the best and most welcoming writers I have ever interacted with! I’m still gobsmacked she’s a friend! She’s a legend and I don’t know what else I could add to any discourse about her writing - but the classics are classic for a reason, yeah? Here’s a few of my personal favourites of her works and just know there’s too many to list them all! AKA @ff-darkshininglight

Mischievous Cat: Let’s just say there have been a few incidents where Happy has come in at a bad time.

What Belongs to a Demon: Everyone knew she belonged to the great demon lord and she would prove that she deserved to stand by his side.

The Truth Revealing Cards: Lucy should have known if there was a card that would reveal her secrets, Natsu would want it.

Eliz1369: Got introduced to her for her Hakuoki fics but she’d dipped her toes into FT as well ~ and this is a great fic. ^^ @eliz1369

The Light of Fairy Tail: The members of Fairy Tail may be their own brand of crazy, but their hearts are always in the right place.

rougescribe: Shame on me for not reading more of this author’s works! @rougescribe

Fire Sprite No 5: For him, Heaven wasn’t a place or a single moment in time. It was a feeling built on memories upon memories, past and present and a hope for future ones all tied down together. All sharing one common denominator: Her. Nalu. Tumblr Valentine’s Event.

Fallen Ark Angel: Admittedly I only have interacted from afar with this writer. I mainly read Nalu fics but I love her take on Mira and Laxus and her next gen offspring characters. She’s got a lot to offer and it’s all superb. @fallen029

Loving Satan: Loving Satan is never easy. But when she loves you back, its twice as bad.

Madartiste: Another one-sided love affair with someone else’s writing. And her stories are all wonderful and prolly appear on hundreds of Fic Rec Lists - but here’s one of my Favs! @madartiste

Hoarding: Getting interrupted gets old fast.

UranoMetria: I added her to my stable of fav authors 05-03-2014. Wow. Eons ago and even if I’m not sure she’s still active in the fandom, I salute her. Kudos.

The Goddess Gate: With six years of partnership, Natsu and Lucy are torn apart by a mysterious visit from a secret magic council. Lucy is kidnapped and her memories suppressed. She fights her way back home to regain her life - with a startling secret revealed as she begins to remember. The lives of all Earthland hang in the balance. **Okay, this is a wicked old fic - but amazingly written and fuelled my own desires for writing. Last updated in 2018 but who knows? Some current attention may slay any demons on her back in regards to writing - and even if not - the hours of enjoyment reading this is worth giving a comment just to say, ‘thank you for writing.‘

Wild Rhov: Do I even need to say anything about this author? Famous, famous, famous. Excellent. Writes a lot of pairings and fleshes every relationship into something REAL. I Can’t Even. @wildrhov

Beastly Possession: Something is murdering people in Magnolia. When Lucy is attacked, Natsu goes on a rampage to find the culprit, and everyone in Fairy Tail wants revenge. But could this bloodthirsty attacker be someone they know? Warning: High octane nightmare fuel! Do not read while eating, and beware of red eyes in the dark!

Shell1331: Introduced via Imp. This writer is in a few fandoms and is worth reading. @shell-senji

Juicy: Impulsivity and poorly chosen words get Natsu into more trouble than he’d expected, which is saying something for him.

AbsentAngel: Everyone should know this writer. Been stalking her since 2014 so that says something. Tho, it’s prolly just that I’m creepy. ;) My suggested fic here is being re-written/has been? into something original and worth being purchased when it becomes available and re-read over and over. No, I am not being paid to shill but I am open to having senpai notice me. @absent-angel

To the Flame: She stares, transfixed, as the blood runs down his fingers and begins to pool in his palm. He holds his hand up to her lips in offering, and she tears her eyes away from the blood to study his face. He is smiling softly. “Go on Luce, I didn’t cut them for nothing.” [Vamp AU]

HawkofNavarre: Loved for awesome and delightful Gruvia content. Looks like there’s a tumblr but I can’t manage to link it. :(

You Stole the Rain: He just wanted to be friends; fine, she just needed to change his mind. Gray x Juvia

Ricardian Scholar Clark-Weasley: Not sure I spelled that right even after checking three times! I usually short hand that to RS-CW in my head. And she’s prolific - has a tonne of fandoms and is a tower of talent. Is anyone reading all my fangirl gushing? 'Cause she follows one of my fics and comments (sorry I haven’t updated that fic in a while) and it’s a source of happiness that someone who writes so well happens to enjoy some of my content. Okay, bragging over - back to the Recs!

Tales of Fairies: A collection of oneshots exploring different friendships, ideas, sad themes, comical scenarios, and lots and lots of pairings…but mainly Nalu.

snogfairy: Another giant in the FT fandom. Impressive talent. @lineffability

naughty nalus: smutty nalu oneshots B) ***Mature content!***

Rivendell101: Another giant in FT and other fandoms. This author would be considered required reading if I ran a fandom course in a University setting. Just sayin’ @rivendell101

Crave: /krāv/ Verb. To feel a powerful desire for (something). They crave each other. And satiation doesn’t come easily. He growls against her again. “Beg for it,” he demands, lips ghosting against her.

Lakerae aka @hidetheremote : Did you think I’d forgotten you? Ha! Gotcha good! You’re an inspiration to me because you’re working so hard to publish your children’s books. Kudos to you li'l sis! You’re busy but still make it a point to talk to me and I love you for that and everything.

The Gift of the Magi: A Gajevy Twist: A retelling of the classic Christmas story “The Gift of the Magi,” with your favorite Fairy Tail couple Gajeel and Levy! It’s Christmas time and Gajeel and Levy exchange gifts. They both are surprised what they receive and learn a lesson of the true meaning of Christmas.

I could add more and more as I search my saved favs on FF.net ~ and I’m sorry to not include all of them - but this is crazy long as it is. If you read and like any of the recommended fics, please be sure to let the author know. To the authors of these and all fanfics, Thanks for everything.

#fic list #rec fic list #fan fics galore #mainly Nalu rec'd fics #sorry not sorry #asks #answered #more than poor anon bargained for

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nemossubmarine · 3 years

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Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #34

The party is planning on leaving to Llosie to meet up with Chazaqiel, but before they can do so, there’s a few things they have to do. First Larry asks if Iris is willing to accompany Ada to the paradise world. She is quite happy to, and Jaycie(?) picks them both up. Ferrus asks if Izarak should contact Roberto about Ada being alive, which Izarak agrees to do (not explaining entirely what’s going on, but letting him know that the efforts to get Ada back continue).

Before the party can head for Llose, they also need to decide what to do with the T’au ship, as they can’t take it into Warp. Larry brings this up with La’awali and Tirak, who eventually agree that it best that it is destroyed, as the chance of it ending up into human hands is too great. They begin grabbi ng personal stuff from the ship, and while they do, Larry and Alice sneak the Inquisition symbol on board (Ferrus distracts Izarak and Coco and the rest of the crew by making sure everyone is ready for Warp travel), and weld it into their gun flap, so it can be displayed if need be.

Then it’s warp travel time, Ferrus lets Larry and Coco, who will be acting as co-pilot, know that the conditions are good and the travel should be easy. It would take some 30-ish hours. For the most part the Warp travel goes fine. There is some spooky ghost ships that they don’t manage to entirely avoid, and Alice gets quite a frightening experience when a ghost grabs onto her. But other than that, all goes well.

Upon reaching Llosie, they are contacted by someone checking out incoming ships. Larry lies and says that they’re from the Mechanicus-Space Wolves joint operation, which the person seems to buy wholesale. She lets him know that she’ll let the Wolves know they’ve arrived.

They land the ship into a quaint little town. It appears that the planet is quite old-fashioned, mostly focused on food and lumber production. There’s not much technology about, but the party can spy a castle rising above a nearby forest. There’s also a Space Wolves’ ship on the landing area. Pretty soon they are approached by a familiar-looking man, the Martian sergeant Vivek, although he is sporting considerably more furs and other Wolves-adjacent decorations than the last time they met.

He greets them warmly, and the party goes with him to a tavern for a talk. Vivek is here with Dark Angels and Space Wolves looking for the buyer of the datadisk. The party tells to him that they suspect of a drukhari wanting to get her hands on it. This worries Vivek, as they had found no signs of xenos influence about this. He sort of explains what’s in the data disk, mentioning an ancient Martian civil war, where some bad Mechanicus created something called a scrap code that could be used to control Mechanicus, a chaos-adjacent thing (not that anyone but Izarak really knows what Chaos even is). Vivek also complains about the Dark Angels in his party acting kind of suspicious. Larry says he thinks he knows the reason, that being the visage of Lion’el Johnson inside the datadisk, which apparently Vivek is familiar with. The party tells Vivek they’re going to meet a person that may be able to help them with the Countess, but they don’t really mention who it is.

Larry and Vivek go outside for a smoke. Vivek mentions that he hadn’t put together who’s kid Larry was before. He mentions having met his mother once, at a party (Larry was being babysat by Sable Swords at the time). Apparently Vivek thought she was a rather sad person and mentions hoping she was feeling better now. Larry agrees, though mentions not having seen his mother in a while. Vivek explains to Larry that Uffe has located his sister, and that she is stationed not far from here. To arrange a meeting, Larry should talk with Uffe first. Larry says he’ll do just that when he has the time. He wonders how exactly is Vivek connected with the Space Wolves, since he thought he worked with Mars, but the whole get-up is a bit (and not even a bit) wolf-y. Vivek says that while he indeed is here working for Mars, he is first and foremost a Mechanicus assistant to the Wolves. He’s hoping that once he’s done here he can go back to Fenris. Larry asks how he likes Fenris. Vivek says he doesn’t really have any other place to go. Nevertheless, he likes Fenris a lot and considers it his home. Larry mentions it being super cold when he visited, making it hard for him to imagine anyone liking Fenris, and Vivek says he should visit during summer next time.

Coco and Larry decide to go take a nap, having not slept much during warp travel. Meanwhile, Izarak and Alice go visit the local leader, Countess Elodia, who turns out to be a young, aristocratic woman, which makes Alice get a bit flustered. They introduce themselves as being part of the Space Wolves retinue. They express interest in the castle, which Countess Elodia explains is haunted. No one has lived there for years. She would be quite thankful if Izarak, as a priest, would check it out. Alice, putting on a brave face, says she isn’t afraid of no ghosts. Countess Elodia also tells that there are strange beasts in the forest, and some lumberjacks have gone missing, so any assistance on that front is appreciated. Alice flexes and says the Countess need not worry, she’ll have it under control. Countess Elodia seems pleased by this. She also lends them an ox-cart dragged by an ox named Ned.

With napping done, the party grabs Michael and Ferrus and heads off into the forest. There are strange sounds all around, and Coco hears some wolves howling (she’s quite certain it is their old pal Rodorn doing the howling). As they approach the castle, they come across some ruins, where they find what they presume to be the missing lumberjacks, impaled on sticks and quite heavily ripped apart.

Izarak goes to investigate and gets a facefull of a creature that seems to be made out of teeth and claws and flesh. A brief battle ensues where Izarak and Larry take some damage, Ferrus takes a lot of damage. Alice punches one of the creatures down very cool and fancy.

After the battle, they decide to send Ferrus back with Michael as its clear that Ferrus is not doing great. As soon as Michael gets Ferrus into caring hands, he should come back to pick them up. With that done, the party approaches the castle. They knock on the door, and soon they hear approaching footsteps, and come face to face with Chazaqiel, in black power armor and white robes, his countenance made quite spooky by some blue glow and bells hanging from his belt. He invites them inside. The party comments on his nice castle, to which Chazaqiel says that it is not his, he just finds it easy to visit. There is some movement in the castle, which Chazaqiel explains to be ghosts, sort of, apparently something bad happened in the castle some time ago, hence the haunting.

Well, now that they get to see Chazaqiel, they don’t exactly find him a comforting presence, especially since he refuses to give much information about himself. Alice calls him out, saying that he looks an awful lot like a Dark Angel. Chazaqiel counters that the Dark Angels the party knows would not call him a brother. He warns about telling the Dark Angels about himself, as it would cause deep trouble. He also says his presence should not be talked about to the Wolves, as they are deeply mistrustful of “sourcerers”. Chazaqiel eventually cops out to being from a planet (where Dark Angels were originally from, which has also been destroyed for thousands of years). Chazaqiel is clearly getting frustrated that this isn’t enough. The party asks to see his face, so he takes off his helmet. Beneath is a quite regular (for an Astartes at least) looking face, though scarred and blind in one eye. The party eventually asks if they hand over the data disk to Chazaqiel, would he kill the Countess and free Ada and Coco’s family. He says yes, and by all accounts he seems to be telling the truth. The party agrees to meet him on Jonah’s World so they can hand over the datadisk.

With that they leave. They walk some time before the ox cart comes by to pick them up. Riding on top of it is Fafnik the Space Wolf.

#nemo roleplays #long post #wag rp s2 #wag rp writeup #more tags later cos #i want to go to bed :p

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pulchrasilva · 3 years

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Remus Fights the Dragon Witch

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Creativitwins, background platonic DRLAMP

Characters: Roman and Remus (Logan, Patton, Janus and Virgil are more background)

Summary: The title says it all. Remus fights the Dragon Witch and chaos ensues.

Word Count: 3683

Warnings: mild violence towards a mythical animal, swords, mild injury, magically induced sleep

Note: This was written before Janus’ name reveal so he’s referred to as Deceit, this is also a repost because I somehow managed to delete my first post

Read on AO3 // My Masterpost

Logan, Patton, Virgil and Deceit were simply eating breakfast like any other day when Remus ran through the kitchen waving a sword in the air. Roman could be heard not far behind, shrieking “Remus, I swear to Disney! Give me back my sword!”

This did nothing to stop Remus, not that anyone expected it to. He just giggled manically, “I’m gonna fight the Dragon Witch!”

Patton watched in amusement at the twin’s antics and Logan glanced up disinterestedly. Deceit didn’t bother to pay them any attention and Virgil probably didn’t even hear them through the music blasting out of his headphones.

Roman chased his brother around the living room, completely shattering the peaceful morning. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with this, but they all knew from experience not to get between the two of them. Remus leapt over the couch but Roman ran right into it and tumbled over the edge, sprawling on the floor. Remus began to sprint towards the door leading to the Imagination, laughter echoing down the corridor. Winded and defeated, Roman was left behind. “My sword,” he muttered in despair.

“Aw, kiddo,” Patton chirped sympathetically, “I’m sure he’ll return it when he’s done!”

“Why would Remus even need your sword?” asked Logan, finally pulling his head out of his novel. “He has his mace, does he not?”

“It has a sleeping draught on it, so I don’t actually kill the Dragon Witch when I take her down,” Roman explained as Patton slipped out of his chair to help him up. “If he were to hurt one of my creations, I would make him regret it, sorely. Even Remus knows not to risk that and nothing he did could make me forgive him.” He waved his arms and collapsed onto the couch that had been his downfall.

“You don’t mean that, Ro,” Patton murmured, looking worried at the mention of killing. Just what did ‘fighting the Dragon Witch’ actually involve? If this something Roman did on a regular basis, it couldn’t be too bad, could it?

“I do,” Roman muttered darkly at the same time as Deceit said, “He’s telling the truth,” still not looking up from his breakfast. Roman cared a great deal about the things he made, and the Dragon Witch was by far his favourite. Besides, the twins were practically looking for excuses to argue with each other. Patton fell silent.

Remus didn’t come out for a while. At first, everyone watched the door expectantly, waiting for him to burst out excitedly, chattering about how epic he had been as he swung the sword around ‘like a ninja’, or something along those lines. Even Virgil pulled off his headphones after he had heard what was happening.

Almost an hour later, they had mostly lost interest in the door. Logan had turned back to his book and Virgil was playing with a fidget cube in his lap. Everyone had finished eating and boredom was beginning to set in. Still, none of them left the room – it wasn’t like any of them had anything better to do, today being one of Thomas’ rare breaks from work. And when they did something, they did it as a family, so even with something as unimportant as this nobody would be leaving.

“Why don’t we watch something while we wait for Remus?” Patton suggested brightly.

“Sure,” Virgil shrugged.

Hearing no objections, they began to set up the TV.

Soon enough, the first episode of Steven Universe was playing. The sides all watched as the Crystal Gems were attacked by a giant, acid-spitting Centipeetle. Patton and Roman sang along to the song and Virgil joined in, only semi-reluctantly. Logan couldn’t refrain from making comments about the flawed logic of the show, but even he and Deceit seemed to be enjoying it.

But half way through the first series, Virgil couldn’t help the way he kept glancing towards the corridor Remus had disappeared down. It had now been over an hour, but there was still no sign of the him. He knew there was probably nothing wrong; Remus had probably just gotten distracted by something. This happened surprisingly often, his short attention span just couldn’t stay on one thing for very long.

Still, Virgil was worried. What if something had happened? There was no way to tell, the Imagination was sound-proof. Remus could be injured. He could be bleeding out somewhere and they wouldn’t even know! Oh God, what if he was dying?

Deceit heard rapid breathing coming from beside him and turned his head to see Virgil spiralling. “Virge?” He said in concerned, drawing the attention of the others.

“You alright, kiddo?” Patton asked quietly as his counterpart began to rub small circles on his kiddo’s back. “What is it?”

Roman knew what was wrong – the same thought had been playing on his mind for a while now. “It’s Remus, isn’t it?” Virgil just nodded shakily.

“He has been gone for quite a long time,” Logan noted, adjusting his glasses. “I sure he’s fine, but perhaps if we were to check on him it would ease your apprehension.”

“I agree!” Roman declared, already making his way toward the entrance into the Imagination.

As soon as the door was flung open, a cacophony of noise exploded from the Imagination. The sound of objects hitting the floor was overshadowed by deep, guttural roars and Remus’s terrified screams. Or maybe that was just the sound of him having fun.

Unsure, Roman peered inside to find his brother dashing around the Dragon Witch’s enormous cave, desperately trying to escape the monster hot on his heels. Remus had clearly given up fighting her, instead running up and down piles of coins and jewels that shifted with every step, nearly making him tumble down the slopes. It was a miracle he had kept his balance so long, but Roman knew he wouldn’t be able to stay out of her claws for much longer.

“Remus!” he yelled, drawing his attention to the open doorway.

Remus changed direction, heading towards escape as quickly as he could. The Dragon Witch scrambled to follow him, sending coins flying far into the darkness, where they hit rock with faint chinks.

Roman watched in horror as she began to gain on his brother, who was beginning to tire. During the hunt, several of the torches that illuminated the cave were flung from their hooks, extinguishing them as they were buried in treasure. The shadows left behind made the scaled beast look even more terrifying than usual, saliva dripping from the lips pulled back in a snarl and clawed hands glinting in the half-light. Clawed hands that were going to tear Remus to shreds. For the first time ever, Roman wished he hadn’t been so meticulous over his creation.

Remus was only a few metres away from the door when he slipped. Horrified, Roman darted out to grip his shoulder and practically drag him out of the Imagination. The exhausted side was still clutching the sword and there was something purple in his other fist. But Roman didn’t pay it any attention, he had to focus on getting out of there. The coins across the floor made it so much harder to move but they finally stumbled through the doorway and back into the Mindscape.

As they crossed the threshold, Remus let out a crow of triumph and, finding the solid ground suddenly so much easier to run on, began a victory lap around the living room, suddenly having an obnoxious amount of energy again.

Roman, however, stayed behind and watched as the Dragon Witch continued to canter towards the doorway. Normally, once her prey passed into the main Mindscape, she would lose interest in the chase. But this time she kept going, faster and faster. And dear Zeus, she was massive, even on all fours she was well over six foot. The figure seemed to grow as she neared, eyes glowing crimson with slits for pupils down the middles. Roman was frozen, staring at the approaching beast with both terror and admiration for his work. The Dragon Witch was vaguely humanoid, what looked to be a beautiful lady covered in a hide of shining red scales. A tail sprouted from the base of her spine that swept from side to side as she moved, sending gold tumbling across the floor. Her arms reached forwards with each stride, showing off the fingers that extended into razor sharp talons.

Finally, Roman realised that the Dragon Witch was not going to stop – she intended to force her way into the Mindscape! Suddenly, the purple object in Remus’ hand didn’t seem quite so unimportant any longer. Roman shook himself out of his stupor. He sprinted away from the doorway, trying to put as much distance between himself and the Dragon Witch. “Look out!” He cried, moments before the wall behind him exploded, chunks of plaster flying in all directions.

The reptilian woman burst into the living room. She was so huge that she had to keep her body close to the ground to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling, elbows and knees pointed upwards like some kind of obscene spider. Her head swivelled around before her eyes landed on the thief who had her amethyst held above his head boastfully. He went pale. There was a moment when nothing moved, save for the Dragon Witch’s nostrils flaring. Then she snarled, face feral, and threw herself towards her treasure.

Remus darted out of the way of her greedy claws, causing her to slam face first into the wall. Logan could feel the vibrations in the floor when she collided. But the impact didn’t seem to bother her, she simply drew herself back and scrambled after Remus, following him into the kitchen. Her talons left deep gouges in the walls. The kitchen was so small that even the smallest move caused her to knock something over – the fridge had fallen forwards and her tail thrashed, sweeping the empty bowls off the draining board.

Remus cackled as he swung himself over the counter and back into the living room. He was having way too much fun with this. Logan hurried to take shelter behind the kitchen door as the Dragon Witch struggled to squeeze herself through the narrow gap to follow her target. Seeing this, Deceit wisely followed his lead, concealing himself under the relative protection under the dining room table. Logan was already thinking of more protective spots they could hide. Perhaps the counter, if the Dragon Witch leaves the kitchen, it’s a much more solid object…

Remus scampered down the hallway leading to their rooms as the Dragon Witch clumsily spilled over the counter top. Virgil was crouched, trembling, behind the couch, out of the way of danger, but Roman and Patton were still standing, dumb-founded, out in the open. It was all happening so fast and neither knew what to do. As the Dragon Witch turned, her tail thrashed wildly, swinging towards them. Roman just barely managed to leap over it – the thing was at least as thick as his waist! – but the appendage struck Patton right across the chest, throwing him onto his back.

Roman dropped to his knees beside him. He was wheezing painfully. As the clamour of the chase retreated further into the mindscape, Logan rushed towards them, already assessing the injuries.

Remus dashed through the other sides’ rooms, ignoring the sound of the destruction caused by the creature behind him. Photos and memories fluttered through the air as the ordered chaos of Morality’s room was scattered, and there was a huge crash as Logic’s bookshelves toppled over. The Dragon Witch’s claws tore through the cobwebs in Anxiety’s room. Well, at least we’re getting a bit of much needed spring cleaning done! Remus thought to himself. Virgey will be so happy! It's worth a few torn posters. Well, maybe more than a few…

He hadn’t expected much when he went to battle her, but this was fun! Honestly, he was impressed that his brother had managed to create something so monstrous. She wasn’t even trying to break anything, she was just so clumsy! It was kinda funny. But imagine what she could do if she really wanted to hurt someone! Images of wounds oozing blood filled his head.

Adrenaline was pumping through Remus’ veins as he swung himself around corners. Still, he was beginning to slow. Being chased around three times today was really beginning to wear him down. All his excitement morphed into genuine fear. Suddenly, thoughts of being torn open were not so entertaining. The Sides may not be able to die, but it would be so painful.

Roman rose up in the corridor right in front of him, almost causing Remus to run right into him.

“Quick, Remus,” the princely side gestured frantically, “Give me the amethyst.”

Remus looked down, surprised to see the glowing violet crystal still clutched in his fist. He didn’t hesitate before passing the gem to his twin. Roman turned from him and sprinted away, leaving Remus to push himself into the wall out of the way of the Dragon Witch. She thundered after her most prized possession, now being carried by a much less exhausted Creative Side, no longer paying any attention to her prior target.

Remus followed at a much slower pace now, trying to catch his breath but not wanting to leave the others to fend for themselves. Because Remus had the sword which was the only weapon that Princey would allow to get anywhere near the Dragon Witch. Even without that rule, the only other means of defence, the mace and the shurikens, could only be summoned by Remus. And Roman seemed to be leading the creature back in the direction of the kitchen, where Deceit, Logan, Virgil, and Patton were unprotected. So Remus jogged at a steady pace behind them, hoping desperately that nobody was going to get hurt.

Roman ran for his life. He was going so fast that he had left his mind behind him, reacting on only pure instinct. There was no time to think, having to make a decision the instant a choice is presented: should he go left or right, go into the rooms or not? Thankfully, thinking was Logan’s area of expertise and not his, so he simply let his legs take him to where they thought best.

Which was apparently in a full circle back to the kitchen. When he got to the entranceway into the kitchen, he gave himself a second to look around the room, heart pounding violently. The others weren’t in sight, but Roman spotted what looked like the top of Deceit’s hat peeking out from behind the counter. He could only assume that they had all taken cover there when they heard the Dragon Witch down the corridor.

Roman dashed through the room, dread flooding him as his mind caught up and he realised that he had lead the Dragon Witch back to his friends. He crossed through to the other side of the living room, trying to get as far away from them as possible. Maybe they could sneak out behind her…

The Prince came face to face with a wall. A claw crashed down on his left causing him to turn the other way, only to find himself in the corner. Trembling slightly (not that he would ever admit it), Roman turned to see the maw of the Dragon Witch opening wide to roar her fury into his face. He blanched as he saw the rows of huge teeth that studded her jaws, each one like a vicious dagger. His breath quickened and he vaguely noted the smell of almonds and dead things filling his lungs.

Remus burst through the door to the sight of his brother cowering before the Dragon Witch. The look in her eyes spoke of a predatory fury that would not be quelled. The twins might fight constantly but seeing Roman cornered by the scaled beast made Remus’ heart beat so fast that it nearly exploded out of his chest.

For a long second, none of the Sides even moved, watching as the Dragon Witch drew herself back like a spring, ready to pounce. Then Deceit decided to take matters into his own hands. He leapt from his spot behind the counter, striding towards Remus and snatching the sword from his limp fist.

Deceit was muttering under his breath about the incompetency of the people he shared a mind with as he stalked toward the Dragon Witch. He lifted the blade above his head and brought it down in a sweeping arch, slicing into the skin of her hind leg.

The Dragon Witch slumped forward almost instantly, putting her teeth too close to Roman’s face for comfort, before she collapsed at his feet.

“That was ridiculous,” his saviour hissed, frustrated. “You had a sword!”

“You didn’t hurt her, did you?” Roman asked, panicked.

“No, Roman,” Deceit drawled, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t hurt your monstrous pet that nearly devoured us all!”

Logan appeared from behind the counter as well, peering at the unconscious form on the floor. “I do not believe she is harmed badly,” He stated, “She appears to simply be sleeping.” As if to prove his words, the Dragon Witch let out a rumbling snore that vibrated in the floor boards. Roman visibly slumped in relief.

Remus, however, looked around the room in concern. He counted the Sides present and realised that two were missing. “Where are Virgil and Patton?”

“Do not worry,” Logan said, adjusting his tie which had gotten creased in the fray. “They are behind the counter.”

Remus hurried into the kitchen, not paying any attention to the shattered crockery across the room. He stopped dead when he saw Patton lying on the ground, clutching his ribs. “What happened to him?” Roman demanded from behind him.

“The Dragon Witch hit him with her tail,” Virgil muttered, clutching the injured Side’s hand.

Remus’s eyes widened. “Pat, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault! I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay, kiddo,” the Moral Side reassured him weakly, “I’m alright, just a bit winded.”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked quietly. He might have been obsessed with gore and blood, but he’d never wanted anyone to actually end up hurt–

“He’ll be fine, Remus, I promise,” Logan interrupted his internal monologue. “I looked over the injuries and it is most likely nothing but bad bruising.”

The Duke nodded, relieved but still felt a bit guilty. “Really though, I’m sorry. To all of you.” He looked each person in the eye as he said it, so that they could see the uncharacteristic sincerity there.

“It’s fine, Remus,” Roman told him graciously, “Just maybe think next time before you steal her amethyst.”

“Is that why she went berserk?” Virgil asked incredulously, making Remus nod sheepishly.

“Interesting. I assume you drew inspiration from the mythological stories portraying dragons as hoarders.” Logan mused.

“Yep,” Roman flourished his arms proudly, “She has a ton of other treasures in her cave, but this amethyst is her favourite.” He held up the glowing violet jewel to show off – in some ways he was just like his own creation.

“That is all very well, Roman,” Deceit inspected his nails through his gloves. “But did you have to make her so… hostile?”

The Prince glares at him. “Yes, actually. In case you hadn’t noticed, she is a Dragon and a Witch.”

“I suppose we should be grateful you didn’t give her the ability to breathe fire,” Deceit mused.

“Oh, she can’t,” Roman shoots back, “but thank you for the ideas.”

“Uh,” Logan interjects, “Maybe let’s not add any more destructive ability to the Dragon Witch. And you should definitely make the Imagination more secure, Roman. We can’t afford to have this happen again.”

Virgil helped Patton to his feet, allowing him to survey the damage done to the Mindscape. “Well, I’m glad that was over,” he said, surprisingly cheerfully for the situation. Perhaps he was just putting on a brave face. “It just seemed to drag-on and on!” Logan groaned at poor pun, but the others snickered. “But really,” Patton continued, “This place is a mess!”

“I say Remus has to tidy up!” Roman exclaimed immediately. “Since it’s his fault any of this happened in the first place.”

“Hey!” his brother protested.

“Now, Roman,” Patton admonished, “that’s not fair, he’s already apologised. We’ll tidy up together.”

“Fine,” Roman grumbled while Remus cackled in the background. “But you still have to put the Dragon Witch back in the Imagination!”

With that, they all set to work with few more complaints. The entire Mindscape had been trashed during the Dragon Witch’s rampage and they would have to start clearing the mess now if they wanted to get it done by the end of the day. They picked up all the broken bowls and put the fridge back in its rightful place. Logan was trying to figure out a way to get rid of the plaster on the floor and fix the wall leading to the Imagination. Everyone made sure that Patton didn't do too much in case he hurt his ribs anymore. For the moment nobody had touched the slumbering form on the floor, unsure how to move her back into her cave. They would cross that bridge when they came to it.

“Hey, Dee,” Remus called as he prodded the sleeping Dragon Witch with his foot, prompting the scaled side to look up at him. “She looks like you!”

Deceit looked unimpressed but Virgil snorted into his hand. It was actually very true – scales covered her face and with her on her side like this you could almost imagine that her other half was human skin. Even their eyes were similar.

Then Logan spoke up, “If all she wanted was the amethyst, why did we not just give it back to her?”

It was such an obvious solution that Roman began to chuckle and soon everyone was joining in, laughing as the tension left over from the incident dissipated.

#sanders sides #fanfiction #ts remus #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil #ts janus #dragon witch #creativitwins #platonic drlamp

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aawesomepenguin · 5 years

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[SPOILERS FOR THE SONIC MOVIE]

Ok, with the new trailer approaching, I thought that it would be good if I made a master post containing everything that we know for sure are happening in the Sonic Movie, thanks to an AMA done back in March.

The AMA was then proven to be true when the Sonic Movie trailer debuted in Cinemacon a month later, matching with a lot of what he said. Then Toywiz accidentally leaked that they were going to do some Sonic Movie toys, and one of them matched again with that AMA. It is legit.

So, needless to say, I’m going to literally spoil the entire movie. From beggining to the end. You’ve been warned.

Direct citations are in “”.

-The Movie is basically going to be a “Sonic; Origins”, it’s going to give backstory to Sonic and Robotnik, it’ll talk about how the two of them met, and how they became mortal enemies.

-Only the Robotnik name is used. No mention of the “Eggman” name.

-He gave the movie a 7/10 grade.

-If he had to compare this movie to a previous one, it would be the 2014 TMNT movie: “Id say it is more TMNT with reference to story and action balance. It's a solid mix between engaging action which continues to develop the bromance between sonic and Tom.”

- The movie is indeed, focused for the younger demographic, but there is some bonus for the long time fans: “ Its definitely being targeted towards youth demo. It seems their goal is to intro sonic to the next Gen of fans. More so with access to their parents wallets for spin off merch and happy meal toys. I enjoyed it similar to seeing transformers. Don't expect the green mile storytelling but turn your brain off and just enjoy for what it is. The cast does a great job”

-About Sonic himself in the movie:

*In order to survive, he keeps stealing stuff and living in the shadows of the Green Hills town. He usually steals food from super markets to eat, and also he steals a LOT of sneakers. He ends up being treated as an urban legend, called as the “Blue devil” by the locals, until he is discovered.

*Sonic isn’t from Earth, he comes from another dimension that is inhabited by other animals like him. Sonic’s past will be explored.

*It’s revealed that he was raised by an owl when he was a baby. Everything seems to point that she is a regular owl, not an anthro one. She eventually ends up dying for some unknown reasons, which will be a “tearjerker” scene.

*”Rings are how sonic got to earth. He can throw one and imagine a place and it will take him. He is fast from his first steps.”

*About Sonic’s ‘eletricity’ powers, he does it only when he focuses or is extremely emotional. His charged run is why he gets detected and why the power on the entire Pacific Northwest goes down and that’s how Robotnik comes into the film.

*But Sonic will need to learn how to control his powers though.

-About references to the old games, he said that: “It’s a good balance between giving the old fans something but introducing him to kids. I went in not knowing it was gonna be screened or any expectations. Cheesy but enjoyed it from start to finish. Jim Carrey kills the role.”

-About the movie’s plot:

* Sonic ends up being far away from his home planet and grows up on Earth. Ends up alone after some time and grew up staying hidden. Loneliness gets to him which leads to him making a massive energy disturbance, knocking out the power on the entire Pacific Northwest.

The government, scared by the blackout, decides to bring in Robotnik to find out why the energy disturbance happened. Hijinks ensue and a good story is told. Tom and sonic become best friends.

-About the action:

“ Action scenes were great in story telling and execution wise. Effects weren't complete so a lot of it was still early cgi and the hidden actors playing sonic. At one point he was just a blue doll on the counter lol”

-The movie is aiming for a PG Rating.

-About Robotnik:

“He's just a psycho super smart doc that works for the gov initially. They give him the power and he goes full Eggman lol. He's super obnoxiously smart too. Makes tons of comments in the film about how superior his brain is lol. Really fun role for Jim Carrey.”

“He doesn’t rock the signature look until tail end of movie. Has the typical long coat and all dark evil scientist look. Short mustache as well initially”

Robotnik trying to catch Sonic eventually makes him go more and more insane and obsessed with the hedgehog. With him eventually getting the “Eggman” look.

-”Lots of humor and fun for all ages. Kids ate the comedy up. Sonic dances right after an short battle and kids about died laughing in the theater.”

-The Chaos Emeralds are NOT present in this movie.

-There is a post credit scene:

“Robotnik is defeated and ends up on a foreign planet [possibly Sonic’s World] that Sonic was supposed to escape to in the event of being found on Earth. He is now hefty and rocking the full blown stache”

- “Sonic and Tom end up helping each other solve their personal conflicts. They balanced Sonic and Tom pretty well and they are a good duo.”

- There’s a scene in San Francisco that is a direct homage to City Escape.

-The only characters from the games that show up are Robotnik and Sonic.

- The movie has one car chase scene. Sonic does the floss to celebrate (that dance that is used in Fortnite) and “the kids ate it up”. About product placement, there is two, one with the Olive Garden restaurant and Puma. Tom also gets a gift card as an apology at the end from the gov guy who initially brings Robotnik into the picture.

-Yes, Sonic will floss in the movie.

- Tika Sumpter plays the character Annie Wachowski. She is a vet that is very gentle with Sonic. It’s thanks to her that Sonic felt that he could trust the Wachowskis.

- In order to retrieve Sonic’s lost rings, Sonic and Tom embark on a roadtrip to San Francisco, using Tom’s Tacoma.

The Tacoma’s roof is ripped out due to the automated car that Robotnik sent to attack them. This leads to a conflit between Sonic and Tom.

-About how Sonic and Tom meet:

“Tom has racoon problems in his trash. When he sees Sonic face to face for the first time. He tranqs him and puts him in a cage.”

Robotnik shows up and they escape and Tom begrudgingly agrees to help. His main concern is moving to SF to prove to himself that he can handle real cop crime and not Montana small world problems. You see it early on for character development.

-The movie’s runtime is around 90 minutes.

- “There were stakes and it balanced between a family adventure and action movie.”

-About the final battle:

" Yeah there's a good scene between doc and the good guys" It’ll be about Sonic and Robotnik running across the entire world using the Power Rings, they’ll end up in different places from Earth, such as Egypt and Paris.

-About Robotnik’s lackey:

Agent Stone is Robotnik’s right hand. He is very funny and a big Robotnik fanboy. He’s super happy to be working with him.

- “Tom was really enjoyable. Fun and backwoods kind of smart. He wants to prove to himself that he can make it as a big city cop”

- The film will begin showing Sonic as a baby. He’ll be saved by an owl, that’ll be sort of like his mom owl. His mom owl dies, and then Sonic will realize that he is on his own on Earth, and alone.

-There’s a scene where Sonic and Tom stop by a bar localized in the American highway path between San Francisco and Green Hills. It’s full of buff bikers, with tatoos and everything. Sonic accidentaly creates a fight in the bar.

-Robotnik has as a part of his arsenal drones, tanks, automated cars, and realistic robots.

-Sonic ends up becoming a sensation in Green Hills, and the locals begin to appreciate him, and begin to defend him.

-How the final battle ends:

The fight across the world between Sonic and Robotnik ends up back in Montana via the rings. The locals from Green Hills help by getting Robotnik’s attention. Sonic then super electro charges a spin dash, and knocks Robotnik into a ring which sends him to another planet [possibly Sonic’s World] and they technically win for now.

-The final battle begins, I believe, at this part:

And that’s preety much it. If you want to see the AMA for yourself, click here.

#Sonic Movie #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Movie Spoilers #Sonic #Tom Wachowski #Annie Wachowski #Dr. Eggman #Dr. Ivo Robotnik #Dr. Robotnik #Agent Stone

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musicaltheatrewannabe · 4 years

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snow - a seblos oneshot <3

hope yall had a merry christmas - i am back with another seblos fic bc i cant get enough of them, so here we have them as boyfriends building a snowman and cute shenanigans ensue, enjoy!

Carlos put his feet up on the couch and yawned. It was the morning of December 26th and all of the Christmas excitement in his house from the day before had worn off, leaving his family scattered around doing nothing. For one thing, it wasn’t snowing anymore, and the non-stop snowfall of the day before had made it a magical white Christmas. Carlos got out his phone and scrolled mindlessly through the multitude of Christmas - and the handful of Hanukkah - posts on Instagram, smiling at all of his friends’ pictures. He was so glad that the production of High School Musical that semester had given him not only the opportunity to work as a choreographer, but also his first real group of friends. And then there was Seb, his boyfriend. Carlos smiled at the thought of the blonde musical theatre farmboy. He was still getting used to them being boyfriends, but with every day that they spent together it sunk in a little more. Carlos navigated back to Seb’s account and was looking at his family Christmas post just a little longer when he received a text from him: hey babe! happy boxing day lol:)

Carlos felt his heart flutter at being called “babe” and replied: happy boxing day to you too! you doing anything interesting to celebrate? ahaha.

Seb’s reply came immediately: not really - everyone has kind of disappeared to their own corners of the house…

Carlos stretched his back and sat up a bit on the couch before replying: honestly same, idk how my house went from the chaos it was last night to being completely deserted.

Seb wrote back again: well, if you’re not doing anything, do you wanna come over? the snow is so pretty here on the farm!

Carlos already started getting off the couch as he typed out his reply: yes pls, ok ill be there soon!

Soon enough Carlos had put on a scarf, hat and gloves, and had gotten one of his older cousins to drive him to Seb’s farm. He rang the doorbell eagerly, filled with the nervous energy that he got every time he saw Seb. Carlos heard footsteps thundering down the stairs and smiled at the fact that Seb was running to get the door. A few moments later, it swung open to reveal Seb grinning out at Carlos. “Hi!” he said, and leaned in to give Carlos a peck.

Carlos blushed at the kiss and said, “hey, what’s up?” He walked inside after Seb and started to take off his coat and hat when the other boy turned to grab his arms.

“Well, I’ve honestly just been hanging around so far, but I was thinking we could head out back and, I don’t know, like, make a snowman? Or something?” Seb looked hopefully at Carlos.

Carlos shrugged his coat back on with an eager grin, “yes, that sounds super fun!”

“Ok, great! Let me just put on my coat and boots,” Seb reached into his hall closet to get his winter clothes, including a long knitted rainbow scarf.

“Is that a homemade scarf?” Carlos asked. “Because it’s very cute,” he nodded his approval.

Seb grinned and wrapped it around his neck. “My grandma knitted it and gave it to me for Christmas,” he said, “it’s really cute, she’s been trying so hard to show her acceptance of me being gay ever since I came out to her last year.” Seb closed the closet and walked Carlos through the living room to the house’s back door.

“That’s so sweet, did you manage to fit your entire extended family in here last night?” Carlos asked, trying to imagine dozens of relatives filling the space.

“Don’t ask me how,” Seb laughed, opening the door and stepping out onto the porch. “Between my extended family and the farm animals, there was a lot of chaotic energy here last night.”

Carlos reached out to hold Seb’s hand as they looked out at the untouched snow beyond the porch. “Well, it’s very peaceful now,” he said, leaning his head onto Seb’s shoulder.

Seb took a deep breath and basked in the silence for all of three seconds before yelling, “not for long!” and running off the porch out into the snow.

Carlos laughed and followed suit, trying for fun to step exclusively in the footprints that Seb had made. “You’re such an idiot!” he called after his boyfriend, who was already gathering up snow into a large pile. When Carlos caught up to Seb, he started helping to build the base of the snowman.

They quickly finished the first layer, though that one was the easiest. Seb tried to make a small snowball and roll it around to accumulate more snow for the second layer, but it kept falling apart when it was only half the size that they wanted. When Seb kept failing, Carlos said, “here, watch and learn,” and tried as well, but his snow wouldn’t stick together either.

“You were saying?” Seb smirked and raised an eyebrow at Carlos, who shot him a glare in return.

“Hey, this has always worked for me before, okay?” Carlos countered, playfully hitting Seb on the arm. Seb feigned shock and knelt back down to the ground, forming a snowball again. “What are you doing, honey, it’s not just gonna work all of a sudden-“ Carlos’ sentence was cut off when Seb looked up at him with a mischievous grin and threw the snowball at him.

“Seems like that one worked,” Seb giggled.

Carlos raised his eyebrows at Seb and calmly said, “oh, I see, we’re doing this?” He dropped down to the ground to start making several snowballs, and a look of worry crossed Seb’s face.

“Uh oh…” Seb trailed off, running away from Carlos and the house. He stopped behind a tree and started making his own set of snowballs there, ready to retaliate when Carlos would attack. Seb took a quick peek back around the tree and was immediately met by a snowball to the chest and Carlos running toward him.

“How are your reflexes so fast, what the hell?” Seb laughed, throwing a few snowballs at the quickly-approaching Carlos.

“Ten years of dance training!” Carlos shouted back with a grin and a pirouette. Before he could reach the blonde boy, he dropped his last snowball and stopped to make a new one.

Seb took this as his opportunity to get away and ran in the opposite direction, frantically looking back to see Carlos hot on his trail. “No!” he shrieked and laughed as Carlos hit him right in the center of his back. Seb dramatically dropped to his knees and fell into the snow, turning around so he was on his back.

Carlos stood over him with a triumphant grin. “Do you accept defeat?” he asked.

Seb nodded and held out his hand. “Help me up?” he asked, looking up at Carlos with puppy dog eyes.

Carlos rolled his eyes and laughed, grabbing Seb’s hand. “You shouldn’t have dropped to the floor,” he tried to pull but Seb wouldn’t get up, and instead pulled Carlos to the ground with him.

Carlos let out a shriek but landed gracefully before laying his head carefully back into the snow. Seb laughed and turned to his boyfriend, his face softening into a smile, before looking back up at the clear blue sky again. He stretched out his arms and started sliding them up and down, along with his legs. “Look, a snow angel!” Seb turned his head to Carlos and beamed at him.

Carlos smiled fondly and softly said, “you’re a snow angel,” before blushing madly. “Oh my God that was so cheesy I’m sorry,” he laughed, and Seb giggled.

Seb stopped making the snow angel and shuffled closer so he could wrap an arm around Carlos. “No, I think it’s cute when you say stuff like that,” he chuckled. “It shows that you’re comfortable around me,” he said softly and nuzzled Carlos’ nose with his own.

Carlos stared back at Seb in awe and wrapped his arm around his neck. “Yeah, I guess I am,” he smiled, their faces still nearly touching. Barely needing to move, he leaned in to kiss Seb, slowly and gently. Seb’s arm tightened around Carlos’ back and then his hand started tracing patterns over the other boy’s coat. Carlos played with the hair at the nape of Seb’s neck in response, eliciting a contented sigh. They pulled apart and locked eyes again, not needing any words to express what they were feeling. Carlos leaned back into the snow again and his eyes drifted shut. Maybe it was just the cold, or maybe it was the way that he could feel Seb there without seeing him, but he felt the need to take in the moment, and Seb did the same.

After they had laid in the snow a few minutes longer, both boys started to really process the cold and got up to wander back to their unfinished snowman.

“Let’s try together,” Seb suggested regarding their previous failed attempts at making the second layer. Instead of just rolling a regular snowball around, they placed one on the first layer and packed snow onto it, and it stuck together.

“Nice!” Carlos high-fived Seb when they got the second layer to stay in place. They quickly managed to make the snowman’s head as well.

“I’ll go get some pebbles - can you find a few twigs for the arms back at my tree?” Seb asked with a chuckle.

Carlos picked out two pretty even sticks to be the arms and returned to find Seb giving their snowman pebble eyes, a nose and a mouth. Carlos nodded approvingly and stared at the snowman contemplating how to stick in the arms, earning a laugh from Seb.

Finally he stuck the twigs into the snowman so that they were sticking up, twig hands in the air. “Now we can call him Bob Fosse, what do you think?” Carlos grinned at Seb.

“Sounds about right,” Seb laughed, taking off his hat to put it on Fosse’s head.

“And for the finishing touch,” Carlos said and dramatically put his scarf around the snowman. He stepped back to look proudly at Fosse and took a picture of him.

“You know what? I’m very impressed with our creation!” Seb beamed at Carlos, their gazes lingering on each other. Seb noticed Carlos shiver and his expression turned to one of concern. “You don’t have a scarf anymore!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine,” Carlos said, his teeth chattering.

“No no, it’s cold! Here, we can share mine,” Seb unwrapped his long rainbow scarf and looped it around Carlos’ neck, pulling him closer and wrapping it around his own neck as well. Both boys laughed at the impracticality of it but Seb just put his arms around Carlos and said, “see?”

Carlos couldn’t help but smile as he glanced up at Seb’s head. “And you don’t have a hat anymore, which means I get to do this,” he grinned as he ran his fingers through Seb’s hair.

The blonde boy thought about protesting in the name of not messing up his hair, but then he realized that he’d already laid in the snow, and besides, it felt really nice. “I won’t complain this time,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“So the truth comes out, huh?” Carlos chuckled and dropped his hands back down, earning a pout from his boyfriend. Seb tightened the scarf around their necks to bring them closer to each other and crashed their lips together. Carlos was momentarily startled by the action but his eyes squeezed shut and he reacted quickly. His hands flew back up to Seb’s head, running through his hair, and Carlos felt Seb smile into the kiss. He pulled away but placed tons of little kisses over Seb’s cheeks and jaw, earning a small giggle, before returning to his lips. Seb finally pulled away for good and nuzzled his face into Carlos’ neck.

They rested there peacefully for a moment before Seb’s little sister ran out onto the porch and yelled, “Sebby! Can you make us hot chocolate?!!” The boys rolled their eyes with a sigh and laughed.

Seb unwrapped the scarf, leaving it around Carlos’ neck, and took his hand to walk back inside. Seb couldn’t help but kiss Carlos on the cheek right before they walked in. “You just look so cute in my scarf,” he said with an unapologetic smile.

After making hot chocolate for all of the kids, the boys were cleaning up in the kitchen. “You know,” Seb said, turning to Carlos, “we should make this our new Boxing Day tradition, since neither of us had one.”

Carlos smiled and raised his eyebrows at Seb. “Oh yeah? That could work… Which part?”

Seb bit his lip and grinned, wrapping an arm around Carlos’ waist and whispering into his ear, “all of it?”

#hsmtmts #seblos #carlos #frankie rodriguez #seb matthew smith #joe serafini #they love each other #so much #snow angels

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mintgator · 5 years

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MDZS fic ideas

Things I’d love to see in Mo Doa Zu Shi fanfiction. These are my notes for things I have told myself I am not allowed to write. I’ve read...so many fics for this fandom, like most of the archive, and I’m sad that I’m pretty much at the point of rereading/waiting for updates. These ideas have been swimming around in my head that I have no time to write, so PLEASE someone take them and gimme some new words to read, I beg you. Of course, end goal should be wangxian in some way, because otherwise WHAT IS THE POINT, but I don’t have time to write these, so...here you go. Please let me know if you use them. I wanna read these, but I don’t have time to write them, so maybe someone else will want to.

*Time Travel AU in which WWX goes back and for some reason tells Madame Yu all the bullshit that’s gonna happen, so they team up and fix all the things. I just...really want Mama Yu to like WWX thanks. And dear god, LET JC BE HAPPY! I need so much more resolution on that front. Even the book did not satisfy me. I WANT MY BOYS TO GET ALONG! And I want Mama Yu to not be awful and abusive to WWX! I mean she had reasons for being salty but uh that is NOT good justification for the shit she pulled with WWX. Also, hell, let Jiang Fengmian get his core melted and have Madame Yu run the sect. WE NEED FEMALE REP.

*Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze live so WWX gets to grow up with his parents. He meets LWJ as a rogue cultivator or something idk. This would make a fun oneshot.

*LWJ’s mother lives! Honestly, I just want happy Lan-fam. Can I get that please? Just how much would it change the dynamic of the story if LWJ’s father led the sect properly and his mother wasn’t locked away in a goddamn building and actually got to spend more time with her kids? I am forever salty that we’ll never know why Mama Lan killed her hubby’s teacher or w/e. Somebody GIVE ME SOME REASONING.

*WWX gets taken in and claimed as heir by Wen Ruohan...and WWX doesn’t learn that their ways are wrong until he’s at least a teen (perhaps when sent to train at the Cloud Recesses?) and realizes how the other Sects really feel about them. Give him some convoluted morals that he has to unlearn. Make Wen Xu and Wen Chao hate him for being chosen over them. Change Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying into Wen Ying/Wen Wuxian and have it be a secret that he’s not actually a Wen. Have WWX actually not want the Wen Sect destroyed because despite how messed up its people are, not all of them are bad--mostly just those in power (it still baffles me that the other clans just DESTROYED an entire sect, like I know the Wens burned Lotus Pier but DAMN that’s cold!) Even some kind of variation where WWX influences Wen Ruohan and his children’s evil mindset would be really interesting. Otherwise, can you imagine WWX with Chenqing on the Wen side? Ouch. Also, this sticks WWX with Wen Ning and Wen Qing early on and I LOVE THEM, so there’s that.

*WWX doesn’t come back after his first death, and LWJ achieves immortality because he’s stubbornly still looking/waiting for WWX. Two centuries pass (we’re going to ignore any technological advancements and replace them with cultivation advancements or something) and LWJ ends up befriending a nice lady cultivator who falls for him, and even though he only considers her a friend, he agrees to marry her. They have 1 very stubborn gay daughter (only from consummation sex which brings up a boatload of other problems) who somehow stumbles across a reborn!WWX with all his memories--daughter is hella bitter that her father clearly does not return her mother’s affections and that he is apparently pining for someone who is so long dead that people don’t actually remember his name (ie - people remember Yiling Laozu but not that his name was Wei Wuxian). But without knowing who he is, the daughter ends up liking WWX until she finds out the truth about who he is and drama ensues. Can you tell I’ve wanted to write this one so badly? I mean I could just about draft an outline, but I HAVE TO FOCUS ON MY ORIGINAL NOVEL I’M SORRY.

*Time Travel AU in which Yanli alone gets a do-over with all the future knowledge and fixes everything just by being her amazing self. I feel like she’d be a really keen manipulator.

*The story from NHS’s pov. I wanna read all his manipulations and him putting them into place. Is there anything like this out there? Because oh my GOD I wanna know what’s going through his head sometimes. I really, really do!

*Jiang Cheng/Wen Ning - AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS WOULD BE AN ENTERTAINING SHIP? Just...I sort of tolerate the JC/LXC and JC/NHS pairings because they’re commonly used, but honestly, I’m not crazy about either one. However, WN is such a sweetheart and JC is such a hothead and there is so much opportunity for drama there. Also, in some cases depending on timeline...WN is, yunno, a corpse--a fixable thing if you weave in WWX’s involvement and make him and JC get along again. GIVE ME THAT. Like I don’t read much other than wangxian focused fic, but I would read the hell out of this (also you could easily balance those two pairings).

*Somewhere in the waiting gap, LWJ is given three tasks by a deity of some sort who promises to bring WWX back if he completes him...but these tasks have to UTTERLY go against LWJ’s character and completely destroy his reputation as Hanguang Jun. Honestly, this could go cracky or painfully dark.

*No idea how, but Mo Xuanyu manages to bring WWX back fully in-tact and they both get to live. WWX of course takes MXY under his wing, and together they avoid the notice of even LWJ for a lot longer than WWX did in canon. I would love to see them figuring out the whole JGY plot in the background and LWJ tailing them around just a little too late to the party each time a major event goes down until finding out in some kind of dramatic finale that WWX has been back for a while. I have yet to see characterization for MXY that I really like. Most people make him either ridiculously whiny or so much like WWX that they may as well be the same character. :/ So, uh, maybe a different approach? I mean MXY is allowed some complaints, he’s had a rough time of things, but come ON.

*Lan Wanji never finds Wen Yuan and poor widdle Shizui manages to survive into adolescence living on his own in the burial mounds...accompanied by the fragmented ghost of his Xian-gege who very slowly is pieced back together by A-Yuan, who has sort of naturally started using demonic cultivation and somehow develops a heroic reputation as a rogue cultivator. Why? Because he’s Shizui, and Shizui is SO PURE OK? Maybe he has a fascination with LWJ, even though his memories of Rich Gege are kind of fuzzy. Shizui matchmakes his two ridiculous dads. Oh and inquiry doesn’t work on WWX cuz his soul is shrouded by the resentful energy in the burial mounds.

*The Wen clan burns the Cloud Recesses to the ground around the same time WWX has lost his parents, but LWJ somehow escapes. Reportedly, everyone in GusuLan is now dead, but he somehow ends up in the same town as WWX. They meet and bond immediately. Maybe LWJ saves WWX from the dogs. Anyway, JFM never finds WWX, so he and LWJ grow up together in poverty, eventually teaching themselves cultivation and night hunting, until their fame grows so much that they catch the attention of the Wen clan (or something). Have them ridiculously dedicated to each other, already in love and thinking of themselves as cultivation partners. I want their bond to straight-up shock people. LET THEM BE SHAMELESS. LWJ would have to have a fake name and wear something other than white.

*LWJ and WWX figure out their relationship stuff a lot sooner and end up building a proper sect in the burial mounds. I want LWJ wearing WWX’s colors. I want demonic cultivation to work hand-in-hand with regular cultivation. I want them to find artifacts or books or something in the burial mounds indicating a civilization used to be there that also studied demonic cultivation, or maybe they actually find some long forgotten god/dess of demonic cultivation who empowers them in exchange for worship.

*LWJ was not whipped for protecting WWX, he was imprisoned for life, not in GusuLan, but in some godforsaken prison that is so intense no one in the clans really likes to talk about it. I want him flung into some hellprison with ghosts and demons, where only his cultivation keeps him alive (and relatively sane) for that decade-ish gap until WWX’s fragmented ghost somehow finds him. Of course, WWX realizes LWJ loves him, which triggers in WWX a want to finally come back to life. He finds a way back to the living world and rains hell upon the people who decided it was a good idea to imprison LWJ until someone finally tells him how to get to the prison. He frees LWJ and helps him recover while all the JGY stuff is going on the background. Wangxian returns to the cultivation world in time to stop that catastrophe. (Before LWJ is imprisoned, he makes LXC promise to take care of A-Yuan of course!)

*WWX gets flung into the burial mounds and embraces demonic cultivation, but realizes he has somehow bound himself to the awful place and can’t leave. Over time, he lures stragglers and refugees to the mounds, where he welcomes them to stay and live safely. Outside, the Sunshot Campaign is a failure and what remains of the sects bow in subservience to the Wen clan. Inflicted with some permanent disabilities from the war and left to run GusuLan now that his brother and uncle are dead (sorry Xichen), Lan Wanji never gets the chance to go looking for WWX. Thirteen years pass and WWX has absorbed so much resentful energy from the burial mounds that he is practically a part of it. Finally, he is able to leave, but the world he finds is much different from the one he remembers, and his health fades fast when he is outside of the mounds. Somehow, WWX figures out that demonic cultivation doesn’t damage the body/soul/temperament if somehow counterbalanced properly with a golden core--and since he doesn’t have one, he and LWJ do a soulbond thing so that their cores (WWX: demonic and LWJ: golden) balance each other. Then he can take on the Wens.

I could literally whip out ideas nonstop, but these are the big ones that have been just...beating on the walls of skull trying to get out. Of course, they don’t always account for everything, so more thought is needed. Anyway, if you write any of these, please let me know so I can read them, and of course a shoutout would be nice. c: My username on ao3 is the same as here. Enjoy~!

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wangxian #fic #fanfic #ideas

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