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alice-dont-break · 3 years

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hello this is shameless smut pls enjoy!! kinda fluffy and oops sorry idk how to write smut for them without giving ant a little bit of top energy

cw: post-pregnancy body insecurity at first and then just filth

Every Inch | Janthony Smut

When Anthony got home from work, he first found his 6-week old baby sound asleep in the bassinet in the living room. He smiled, but tiptoed upstairs immediately because despite wanting to stare at her cute little face, waking her would be disturbing the rare peace and quiet his wife was surely savoring. When he got upstairs and entered the bedroom, he found a pile of Jasmine’s clothes on the floor and a light on in the bathroom. Intrigued, he peeked his head past the door and laid eyes on the most stunning silhouette he’d ever seen.

Jasmine was standing in front of the mirror, fully undressed, looking over her shoulder at her reflection.

“Wow,” he breathed, getting her attention.

“Oh, hey sorry,” she said. She hugged herself and reached past him for the robe hanging off the door, but he gently caught her wrist. He stepped her away from the door, and took in the delicious sight in front of him.

“Damn, baby, why would you ever say sorry for giving me a look at this work of art. You admiring yourself... can I join?”

“You can stay but I’m not admiring,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. She tried to twist away, but Anthony grasped her other hand.

“Hm?” He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t ignore the sadness in her eyes.

“I’m just... I don’t feel sexy anymore. Ever. This is so stupid but I literally made my mom watch bubba for an hour today so I could go to Victoria’s Secret and even with brand new sexy lingerie I felt disgusting. Do I even turn you on anymore? We haven’t done anything since...” Her voice was weak and shaky, and her lips were tightly pursed.

“Baby... baby girl you turn me on like crazy. God, look at you... you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he crooned. “I just didn’t wanna rush or hurt you, but I hate that you aren’t seeing what I see. Can I show you babe?”

Jasmine furrowed her brow, but reluctantly nodded. Anthony then led her by the hand back to the mirror, where he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He nuzzled up to her shoulder as they both looked at her reflection. As Anthony looked her up and down, his eyes smouldered with lust.

“God, where do I even begin,” he groaned. “I mean, the easiest is your face. Your eyes just stun me, whether they’re soft and you’re laughin’ or looking at our baby, or piercing like your mad or tryna rile me up.”

Jasmine’s cheeks had flushed red and she tried to look away, only to be brought back to center by Anthony’s thumb on her chin.

“Your skin,” he continued while caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, “just flawless.”

She leaned into his touch and let a weak smile escape.

“Mmm and your lips, baby,” he smiled. He cupped her chin with his fingers and brushed over her supple lips with his thumb. He was dying to kiss her, but knew once he started he’d never stop, and there was too much more he wanted to say.

“Your hair, your curls... gorgeous through every state of being.” He smiled into the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, then nipped at her ear and trailed kisses down her jaw and neck.

“And your neck,” he whispered, sending chills down her spine, “because it lets me get the sexiest moans from you.” Proving his point, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh, hard enough to melt her without really hurting, and she threw her head back against his shoulder as a soft gasp escaped her parted lips.

He chuckled into her collarbone, and continued exploring her skin with his mouth and hands, covering every inch of her upper back, shoulders, and chest with attention. Jasmine was fully flushed with a little bit of self consciousness, but also awareness of the heat growing between her legs. His hand wandered back down from her shoulders to her waist to pull her back flush against his chest, before roaming back up to cup her breasts.

“God, and these... Jas you know I’ve always been an ass guy, and trust me we’ll get to that, but I’ve never seen anything sexier than these tits ever since you were pregnant. They’re so big... huge... and I love how just a little attention like this,” he mumbled as he circled his fingers around her nipples with a slight pinch, “gets such a reaction... god Jasmine I could spend all day just working your tits.”

As he talked, he was kneading the tender flesh with the palms of his hands and kissing her shoulders, and Jasmine could have sworn she was going to start dripping down her inner thigh. Her buds were pebbled and she writhed under his touch as he brushed over them.

“And baby, I know you’ve been self conscious about this area,” he said more softly, letting his hands slide down her waist and hips to land just where her baby bump had been only a month ago. He peppered kisses to the seam of her neck and shoulder as he rubbed his thumbs over her hip bones. “These curves are a work of art. Your shape is stunning, Jas, it’s so sexy whether you’re a million months pregnant, one week post-baby, or whatever else. I like having something to grab, too, but don’t think I haven’t noticed your abs comin’ back.” he winked with another soft bite to her earlobe and a squeeze around her hips.

Jasmine was leaning against him now with her head thrown back on his shoulder, as his mouth, his raspy voice, his touch all left her trembling. He took his chance to turn her sideways to face him and reached down to grab her ass with both hands.

“God, this ass, baby... ugh it’s just so fucking sexy. The way it’s so perfectly tight and round, especially when you wear them jeans I like, but then bounces when I’m fuckin’ up into you... or when I’m taking you from behind with my fiery handprints all over...”

Anthony was testing his own patience now, and cut himself off with another bite to her shoulder. He gestured for her to jump up and hoisted her so her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands were gripping her thighs.

“Your legs baby, they’re so strong and toned, and even though you’re short enough to tuck right into my side, they look long and sexy and I just want to mark em all up your inner thighs... show anyone who dares to look at you in a tight lil skirt that you’re mine.”

While he spoke, he carried her slowly out of the bathroom and over to the bed. The whole way, she could feel his hardened bulge pressing against her, and was sure there would be a wet patch where her core met his waist.

When he reached the bed, he dropped her down and hovered overtop so he could whisper in her ear. “Now can I show you the next part of you I think is sexy?” He rasped. Jasmine was breathless, and could only nod eagerly. After a chaste peck to her lips, Anthony sank down to rest between her thighs, which he spread open with his hands splayed across her caramel skin.

“Mmm, this pussy,” he growled against the meeting of her leg and her mound, letting the vibration of his words send shockwaves through her already electrified body. “Always so wet and needy for me. God look at you baby, you’re fucking soaked already, hm? All for me?”

Jasmine nodded and moaned a “yes”, as Anthony chuckled.

Slowly, he prodded his tongue to part her folds, and licked a slow stripe all the way up. The sound she made was slow, husky and pained. She was already aching for more. “Your taste, babe, your juices are the sweetest damn taste in the world.”

He continued to take his time, drawing long strokes and tasting every inch of her core, until his tongue started circling her entrance. As soon as it poked inside, her hips bucked, begging for more, though a whimper was all she could muster. He used one finger to gather her juices, then slowly pressed inside.

“So fucking tight, soft walls squeeze me so tight, even when you’re nearly screamin’ and you’re asking if it’s too much, you take me so, so good baby.”

“Another,” she moaned loudly, “please.” Anthony smirked and happily obeyed, adding a second finger to her wetness.

He thrust slowly in and out, before pausing to scissor his digits and feel the stretch of her velvet insides. Her breath hitched with every movement and he wondered how much longer she could last.

“Baby hold it together, I haven’t even gotten to the best part. The sexiest part of this perfect pussy is this adorable little bud,” he grinned, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her clit.

“Ant,” she breathed desperately.

“So sweet, so sexy the sounds I can get out of you with just the slightest touch,” he said. Anthony pointed his tongue and started flicking the sensitive area, as his fingers continued to probe deep inside. “Seriously the cutest little thing I’ve ever played with.”

“Anthony,” she moaned again, her voice growing more ragged and hungry with his every move.

“Mhmm baby... and the sexiest thing of all, my love, is how you look when you come undone.”

He heard the faintest gasp escape her lips, so with a final smirk he wrapped his lips around her swollen bud and suckled lightly as he curled his fingers deep inside her. With his free hand, he reached up and rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, as her moans became more like screams. Within seconds he felt her soft walls tighten around his fingers, and her thighs lift up off the bed.

“Ant I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”

“I’ve got you,” he purred, “come for me, princess. I’ve got you.”

Jasmine fell apart. Every sliver of tension that had been building for the past two months came undone as a wave of fire ravaged her senses. Her back arched and her head flopped back with a loud and luscious sigh, as her pussy fluttered around Anthony’s fingers. He continued gentle kitten licks to her most sensitive area as his fingers lazily moved to ride her through her high. Suddenly, Jasmine felt a massive release and Anthony felt a flood wash over his fingers and chin. He was entranced by the effect he had on her body, continuing to press with his fingers, and let his tongue roam downward to taste her juices, until Jasmine was fully limp beneath him.

When he was certain there were no more aftershocks to rock her, he pressed a final kiss to her warmth and climbed back up to hover over her face. With both hands cupping her cheeks, he leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly.

“Did I...” she asked timidly between heavy pants. Her cheeks were flushed red, and Anthony added to their warmth with soft, wet kisses.

“Squirt? Yep,” he smirked, obviously proud of the new level of pleasure he’d unlocked for her. “That was new... and maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Ant that... that was... oh my god.... i need to...” As she struggled to form sentences, she seemed to be making a move to repay the favor, but Anthony just put a firm hand on her shoulder.

“You aren’t going anywhere, babe,” he teased. “You look so utterly fucked out that I’m genuinely worried you may have trouble walking all week despite not actually having had a cock inside you.”

Jasmine’s eyes were still slightly rolling to the back of her head, so Anthony just chuckled at her grumbles and gave her a chaste kiss. “Stay here, love, gonna get you a cloth. You’re literally soaked in your own cum.”

“Later... show you lingerie... s’new,” she murmured.

“Whenever you’re ready love, but not before a nap. Besides, as excited as I am to see it, I don’t know how you could possibly get any sexier.”

Instead of protesting as she did earlier, she looked up at Anthony with a faint, adorable little smile that warmed his heart.

When he got back from the bathroom only twenty seconds later, Jasmine’s eyes were closed with her mouth hanging open just slightly. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how absolutely worn out she was, so he just let her sleep. As the mother of a six-week old baby, she needed it with or without a mind-blowing orgasm. After using the warm cloth to wipe down her thighs and through her folds, he grabbed a blanket to drape over them as he laid on his side and pulled her close. With a quick glance at the baby monitor to ensure the little one was continuing to cooperate with his unplanned mission, he leaned his forehead against her temple and peppered little kisses to her cheeks as her heavy breath lulled him into a trance. He rubbed the soft skin at her waist as he kept pulling her tighter into his side, and focused on giving her all his warmth, comfort and attention, with the hope that she’d be at least slightly coherent again when she woke up.

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niksixx · 4 years

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Patience

~Part 4. This will most likely be your favorite part. I know it was mine!~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader

Warning: Vince holds a knife to Axl’s throat dear Jesus Vinnie

A/N: Reblog and comment! Spread the word about Patience!

*Picture is not mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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You arrive home the next morning to an empty house. Thank God. The boys had another day at the studio you were assuming, which gave you plenty of time and space to turn the kitchen into a full blown bakery.

After a quick shower, you begin to assemble the kitchen into your work space. Cartons of eggs and milk, bags of flour and sugar, tubes and cartons of icing, and multicolor sprinkles litter the kitchen counters. Bowls, pans, and cupcake liners accompany the baking products.

With an apron tied around your waist, you turn on the radio, singing and dancing as you mix up the batter with a smile. This is where you were most happy. In the kitchen, surrounded by loads of treats that would make others happy, too.

“Up next...Guns N’ Roses.”

You freeze, licking the sweet vanilla batter from your fingers, turning your attention to the radio to make sure you’d heard it correctly. A song begins to play, the guitar in the beginning extremely impressive, and you increase the volume, bobbing your head and jumping around to the beat. Holy fuck. Axl can sing.

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him. He has a raw, raspiness to his voice that’s unlike any voice you’ve ever heard. It’s pleasantly scratchy. It’s unusually rugged. It’s sexy. And not that you would admit it out loud, but Axl’s voice? Ten times better than Vince’s.

There's a knock at your door but you don’t hear it, too focused on the song as you sway your body, feeling the rhythm in your bones. Axl lets himself in, surprised that you’d left the door unlocked, stopping dead in his tracks as he watches you with amusement in his eyes. When he recognizes the song as his own, he quietly shuts the door, leaning against the wall, observing your every motion.

It’s a total contrast from what he saw last night. You’re lively now, freshly showered and clean, grinning from ear to ear, no care in the world. He loves this look on you.

The song comes to an end and you pout, but then your eyes focus on the man standing in your home. He wears a proud smirk, and his lips are inviting.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Axl says, coming into the kitchen. He wraps you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. You notice the kiss lingers a bit longer than usual.

“Axl, you’re amazing,” you say, and his heart soars. Your eyes, your voice, hold nothing but sheer adoration. “What was that song?”

“Sweet Child O’ Mine,” he replies proudly, taking in the sight of your messy kitchen. Oh shit, what was he about to get himself into? “Jeez, did something blow up in here?”

Chuckling, you throw him an extra apron. He raises an eyebrow at first in protest, but then wraps it around his waist after you mentioned that cupcake batter doesn’t come out of jeans. It does, though. But seeing Axl in a bright yellow apron will provide you with comedic relief, so you force him to put it on.

“Well I loved it. I don’t know why Vince won’t let me listen to you guys, but you’re incredible. I hope it comes on again,” you answer. “Now, how much experience do you have with baking cupcakes?”

And as Axl stares back at you blankly, all you can do is laugh. The next three hours were going to be fun. You could just tell.

~~~

“Who in the hell needs fifty fucking cupcakes?” Axl asks as you both scan all the flavors spread out on your counters. Chocolate. Vanilla. Red velvet. Funfetti. And that’s not including the surplus of icing flavors you have yet to douse the cupcakes in.

“My friend Lei, the owner of the restaurant we met in, she’s throwing her son this huge ninth birthday party. The boy has like twenty friends alone, and that doesn’t include all her family members that will be there,” Wiping your hands on the apron, you fish two butter knives from a drawer, handing one to Axl. “She was my first friend when I came to LA. I love her family. I never charge her the full price, but she always tips generously so I don’t mind.”

“So how am I supposed to do this?” Axl asks, picking up a small carton of icing, ripping off the lid. “I don’t wanna screw this up.” While he was there to help, Axl also wanted to impress you, though he barely knew his way around a kitchen. The best he could do, on a good night, was pasta.

“It’s easy. Watch me.” You dig the knife into the chocolate icing, swirling the metal utensil a few times before pulling out a bountiful amount. “So you take this much and then slap it on the top of the cupcake. And then you spread it around. Make sure to get the sides.”

Axl catches on quick. Soon, he’s icing the cupcakes like a pro while the two of you dance along to the radio music. A few songs you’re familiar with, some by Freddie Mercury, Poison, and even Mötley Crüe.

You smile. Axl rolls his eyes as he listens to your boyfriend's screeching voice, but it doesn’t keep him from dancing with you.

He loves this. He loves seeing you so happy, and he loves knowing that he contributes to part of your happiness.

His enthusiasm in the kitchen doesn’t last long, though. After icing fifteen cupcakes, he’s fallen bored. Beside him, you sway your body, eyes focused on the cupcake in front of you, when Axl gets an idea.

He checks to see if you’re watching him before he scoops a dollop of strawberry icing onto his finger. “You have icing on your face,” he says calmly, holding back his laugh.

Glancing toward him, your eyebrows pull together. “Where?”

And your eyes go wide as he spreads the sweet cream across your lips. “Right there.”

For a second, he’s worried you’re upset. You don’t move, you don’t flinch. But then you startle him as you swipe a line of vanilla icing across his cheek. He’s taken aback, and you smile innocently. “Oops.”

Game on.

He dips another finger in the chocolate icing, drawing a horizontal line across your forehead, and you counter with more strawberry icing, two fingers skimming across his nose.

A full on icing war erupts in the kitchen as you and Axl grab the butter knives, flinging the cream at each other. It goes everywhere: Your faces, your aprons, the fridge, the counters, the floor, and somehow gets on the ceiling. The kitchen looks as if a bomb was set off, the poor cupcakes rest on the table, half un-iced. Icing is everywhere it shouldn’t be, but you’re having the time of your life with your best friend. Your heart is full.

“Okay, okay, I surrender!” You beam at Axl who cocks his head curiously, but he stalks toward you when you put your hands up in defeat. He returns to his position beside you, giving you a look before grabbing another cupcake to decorate.

You’re too quick for him as you sneakily dig your finger into the vanilla icing. By the time he sees you and tries to protest, your fingers are brushing the icing across his mouth, a look of triumph on your face. “Gotcha. I win.”

He sets the knife down with a grin, turning back toward you. Grabbing your wrist, his brings your hand to his mouth, eyes dark.

“What are you doing?”

Slowly, his lips wrap around your fingers, tongue swirling around to collect the sweetness. Lips parted, your breath is shaky, just like your legs, as you feel his warm tongue lick the cream from your fingers. He knows what he’s doing. He’s driving you wild while also testing you. To see how far you’re willing to let him go.

You almost whimper when his lips unwrap from your digits. He smirks, dropping your hand, and steps forward. His breath fans over your face, and he’s so close to you, but not close enough. “You still have cream on your lips.”

“Yeah, I…” You swallow slowly, nodding your head. “I know. So uh...do you.”

Another step forward from Axl has your head spinning. There’s a darkness to his eyes, one of pure lust as they flicker to your cream coated mouth. His hand, soft and gentle, grazes the skin of your collarbone before it wraps around the back of your neck. Leaning into his touch, you lick your lips once, hands pressed against the fabric of his cutoff t-shirt. He’s going to kiss you. Fuck, he’s going to kiss you.

“Axl--.”

“Tell me you don’t want this,” his voice is tender and smooth, quiet, almost as if he’s just as nervous as you are. Only on the outside, he’s calm, unflinching.. And he’s ready, but not unless you are too. “Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

But you can’t.

You can’t say anything like that.

Because it’s not true.

Because you do want it.

Because you want him.

And when he dips down to your face, noses touching, lips dusting against lips, you melt. You fall apart under his touch as his lips mold with yours in the sweetest kiss, and not because of the lingering taste of vanilla and strawberry icing.

You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, but you kiss him back, hard, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him against you. He backs you against the counter and you don’t have a chance to draw in a breath, lips working together in passion, in fiery need.

The air around you is buzzing, your head is spinning with thoughts of him, of Axl, of the boy he was and the man he is now. In a kitchen, in a home that you share with your boyfriend, is where you're kissing your best friend and loving every minute of it.

But as you kiss him, you realize that he’s no longer a friend to you. He’s something more. He's always been something more. Something as simple as a kiss has opened your eyes, your heart.

The more you kiss, the more intense it gets. You’re lost within it, and you don’t want to be found. It feels right. Axl feels right.

With each swipe of his tongue against your own, he steals your breath. The kiss feels like lightning as it cracks against the sky, and your heart is just as loud as thunder.

You kiss long, you kiss hard, until the faint sound of an opening door pries your bodies apart. Staring at Axl, you’re breathless. He’s breathing heavy, and his eyes are focused on the man behind you.

You don’t want to turn around. You already know who is standing in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

And when you turn around, your fears are confirmed. Vince stands, one hand on the doorknob, the other slack at his side. His eyes are sharp, cutting through you, as he steps inside and slams the door.

It’s eerily silent at first. Axl’s eyes are on Vince, your eyes are on Vince, and Vince’s eyes are somewhere looking between the both of you.

And you whisper, “Vin--.”

But he holds up a hand, silencing you. He stalks into the kitchen, eyes only focusing on Axl as he says in a menacingly low voice, “I don’t want to know why you’re in my goddamn house, but you have three seconds to take yourself outside before I crush your skull with my bare hands.”

“Vince!”

He pins you with a glare, daring you to challenge him.

All you do as a response is release a sigh of relief. He hadn’t seen the kiss.

Axl gives you one last look. Your eyes plead with him not to go, not to leave you alone with Vince. He was sober, luckily, but sometimes, he was scarier that way.

~~~

Not even the second Axl steps foot outside is when he feels himself being slammed, back first, against the side wall of the house. Vince grips the collar of his shirt, lips curled back in a snarl, eyes crazed.

“What do I need to do to get you to stay away from my girl, huh? Do I have to kill you? Huh?”

“You won’t do shit,” Axl replies nonchalantly, rolling his neck. He refuses to let Vince intimidate him. “Me and Y/N are friends. Get the fuck over it.”

The bricks of the wall press harder into Axl’s back, and he bites down on his tongue to keep from making a sound.

“Then you don’t know me.”

Something cool presses against the base of Axl’s throat, and he swallows, breathing through his nose to calm his racing heart. He feels the rough ridges of the blade against his skin, and he shuts his eyes briefly, trying to remain calm.

“You know what that is,” Vince taunts. “One wrong move and you’re done.”

Vince backs away, and Axl can finally breathe.

They stare at each other, eyes calculated, fists clenched, jaw set. There’s no way they’ll ever be able to settle the hatred between them. The animosity they feel, it’s too strong. They’re both fighting for the same girl, but only one of them will win.

“Get off my property,” Vince says gruffly, poking a finger in Axl’s chest. “And stay the hell away from my girl.”

~~~

Axl arrives home in a fury, slamming the door behind him, smashing an open palm against the wall.

He’s never felt so enraged before.

So threatened.

Scared that maybe Vince was actually crazy enough to hurt him.

He mutters a string of curses under his breath, forehead pressed against the wall. He should’ve done something, fought back, but instead he let Vince have the upper hand.

Axl’s heart raced at the thought of you at home with Vince. God, he shouldn’t have fucking left. Vince...the damn bastard had already laid his hands on you once. What if you were fighting right now? What if he hurt you again?

“Fuck!”

He slams his palm against the wall again, ignoring the sting. When he turns around, breathing heavily, he pauses, eyes flickering from one bandmate to another.

“Uh…” Steven trails off, glancing at Izzy, who shrugs his shoulders.

“Are you good?” Slash asks, feet raised on the coffee table.

Duff squints, coming forward, poking Axl’s cheek. “What the hell is on your face? Paint?”

“It’s icing,” Axl says, grabbing a napkin to wipe the residue from his face. He can’t wait to shower, wash off all the icing, the anger.

“Do we want to know?” Izzy asks, shutting off the TV.

Oh, boy, where to start.

“I went to Y/N’s to help her bake cupcakes and then it turned into this big icing war and before either one of us knows what the fuck is going on I kissed her and it was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life and then the door opens not even a minute later and fucking Vince walks in but I’m positive he didn’t see anything becasue if he did I wouldn’t be standing here right now and--.”

“Wait, stop,” Steven says, brows raised, finger pointed. “You made cupcakes and didn’t even bring any home?”

“Steven!” Izzy shrieks, startling the rest of the band. “How is that the only thing you picked up from the fucking story?”

“And that’s not even the worst fucking part,” Axl groans, hand tugging at his hair. As he swallows he can still feel the pressure of the blade on his jugular. “Vince held me at knifepoint.”

“He what?” Slash stands, eyes blazing.

“And you let him live?” Duff emphasizes, arms crossed.

“Well I wasn’t going to fight the dick,” Axl says, hands thrown in the air. “He had a switchblade on my throat, Duff. The only thing I was thinking about was getting out of there alive.”

“This is war,” Steven says, retrieving his own switchblade from his back pocket, finger gently sliding up the blade.

“Is Y/N okay?” Izzy asks, already have taken a liking to you.

Axl can only hope. “I have no idea. I don’t think he’d be stupid enough to hurt her again.”

“Wait,” Slash pauses. “What do you mean again?”

Fuck.

Pulling up a chair, Axl sits himself down, hands scrubbing over his face. “She came over last night because they got into an argument and he uh...he hit her.”

The atmosphere shifts. It’s more tense now as no one speaks. Jaws are clenched, teeth are bared, mouths are dry.

“I love her, man,” Axl says quietly, breaking the silence. The other four turn to him, faces softening. “I just want to be with her, you know? I want to hold her hand and kiss her cheeks, everything that Vince doesn’t. I want to protect her and love her the way she deserves. I know I can,” Axl sighs dejectedly, palms rubbing his knees. “I just don’t know what to do anymore. She won’t willingly leave him, and at first I didn't understand but now I do.”

“I don’t,” Duff mutters, voice low.

“I don’t want to give up but I'm out of options,” Axl says, head hanging. He’s defeated. “I mean, I’ve thought about her everyday for the last seven years. She’s been in my heart all this time.”

“Maybe you just have to take it slow,” Izzy suggests, lips in a thin line. “Be patient.”

A slow smile creeps onto Duff’s lips as he grabs the notepad and pencil from the coffee table. He begins to scribble a few words, erasing and rewriting, tuning out the conversation as he concentrates on making the words on the paper flow.

“What are you doing?” Steven directs to Duff, glancing over his shoulder.

Duff throws the pad to Axl before looking at Izzy and Slash. “Grab your acoustics. Hurry.”

They oblige and come back to the sofa quickly, sitting in a circle. Axl silently reads the words to himself, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Patience?”

Duff nods, tapping the guitar with his pick. “You used to write songs about her, man. If you can’t tell her directly how you feel, then sing it. Start slow, soft.” The blonde glances back to the two remaining guitarists. “Follow my lead.”

“Wait, what can I do?” Steven pouts.

“Be quiet and observe,” Izzy commands.

“Ready?” Duff asks, and Axl nods. “One, two, three, four…”

With music, Axl likes to get creative. He’s used to belting his songs, adding in a few wild screams for good measure, but this song in front of him? It’s special. It’s unlike anything he’s sung before.

To add his own twist to the song, he starts by whistling gently, and slowly but surely, the words, the emotions, come together, and with his bandmates, he creates a masterpiece.

~~~

They play it over and over until their fingers are sore, voices tired.

But each time sounds better than the last.

As Axl tosses the pad back on the table, he glances to his bandmates, a new sense of peace washing over him.

“If this doesn't make her fall in love with you, man,” Steven says. “I don’t know what will. It’s perfect.”

It is perfect.

Every lyric, every feeling poured into the song.

You would love it.

You just had to.

Because if not, he wouldn’t know what else to do.

“So, when do you want to perform it for her?” Slash asks excitedly, setting his guitar between his legs.

Axl smirks, leaning forward on his knees. “How fast can we get booked on MTV?”

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isabilightwood · 3 years

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THE PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY - CHAPTER 8

Or, Sacrifice Summon! Jiang Yanli is here to make things right, be the ultimate big sister (step 1: bring back her dead brother), and maybe steal the Peacock throne in the process

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iang Yanli was thrilled to have A-Xian back, and she absolutely hated his plan.

He’d had little difficulty creating the device that would cloak him in a face meant for meaningless cruelty. He had carved a simple wooden mask, and etched characters into it with unusual care. While Jiang Yanli was still getting A-Ling dressed the next morning, A-Xian sketched a young man sweeping leaves across the street, and she walked down to breakfast to find a stranger sitting comfortably among the Nie.

There was nothing in his features to give away that this was a mask, or a face that did not belong to him. But his smile was still his own.

Nie Huaisang had already managed to find clothes in Nie gray that fit A-Xian. Jiang Yanli had to wonder if he’d prepared them beforehand, somehow remembering A-Xian’s measurements without even needing to ask her.

“Shiji— Ah, I mean, Jin-furen. Are you going to introduce your little monster to me?” A-Xian grinned brightly.

She’d thought he would only be able to glimpse his sleeping nephew. But with this disguise, A-Xian could meet him, and A-Ling would never be able to give him away with a child’s innocence.

A-Ling hid behind her back, suddenly shy, though he had not been with the Nie disciples the day before.

She knelt to get on eye level with her son. “It’s alright, A-Ling. He’s a friend.”

Setting his jaw, A-Ling looked stubbornly away.

“Hold on a second.” A-Xian sketched a talisman in the air, and it burst apart into a flock of glittering butterflies. He’d invented it for distraction, but it also doubled as a foolproof way of charming small children.

A-Ling gaped, his hand dropping from her sleeve, and ran forward to jump for the butterflies. As they disappeared under his grasping hands, he laughed in delight.

A-Xian laughed with him.

“Would you show me that one?” Nie Xiaodan asked. “It would be great for convincing our novices to get up and start their exercises. Some of them think that because their Sect Leader is a layabout that means they can be too.”

Nie Huaisang looked up from dipping his youtiao, soy milk dripping from the end of the fried bread. “Our finances are in better shape than they’ve ever been, and I let her manage night hunts as she wishes, and this is the thanks I get.”

“Except for the ghoul infestations you have us move or neglect to keep the other sects and your own peasantry convinced you’re incompetent.” Nie Xiaodan patted her Sect Leader hard enough on the shoulder that he shifted forward in his seat. “So, yes, this is your thanks, A-Sang.”

“The disrespect, not even calling me Zongzhu!” Nie Huaisang complained, even as he preened.

A-Xian laughed as he moved a century egg from his own congee to A-Ling’s. “Sure, I can teach you the talisman. I bet I could modify it so the butterflies last longer, and change directions when someone comes near, so they have to keep chasing them. What do you think, A-Ling? Would that be fun!”

“Mnnmf,” A-Ling agreed, as a blob of his breakfast failed to make it into his mouth. A-Xian beat her to wiping his mouth off, and A-Ling didn’t even flinch, already comfortable with him. Shiny new playthings and a smiling face worked wonders with children, but she hoped A-Ling somehow recognized that he should be important to him.

Jiang Yanli smiled, and brushed a strand of hair back away from her son’s mouth.

After breakfast, Nie Xiaodan and the other disciples parted from them to retrieve Nie Mingjue’s body, and transport him back to Qinghe for burial.

A-Ling had started out the ride babbling excitedly over a series of talismans A-Xian showed him, but eventually, he tired out and dozed off in Jiang Yanli’s arms, trusting her implicitly to keep him upright on the horse.

“It works like this, see?” A-Xian explained while they were on the road, still wearing that stranger’s face so A-Ling couldn’t describe his real one by mistake, only some friendly Nie disciple. He rode hands free, pressing the mask over a drawing of Xue Yang’s face as he etched new shapes into a second mask.

With his poor memory for faces, A-Xian hadn’t remembered the details of Xue Yang’s features. But Jiang Yanli’s glaring had not been enough to stop Nie Huaisang from describing him.

Qin Su was a voice of reason where she didn’t want one. You do have to admit it is a good plan. Jin Guangyao’s very observant — your brother’s plan could make a huge difference in how successful we are in undermining him.

Jiang Yanli had to admit no such thing. I thought you were afraid of him.

I stopped the moment he brought out the butterflies. It’s incredible to me now that anyone who met him could be frightened of him.

He can be intimidating when he wants to, make it seem like he doesn’t care about anything. For her, it was only terrifying to watch her brother do that to himself. His act fooled almost everyone, even A-Cheng.

But not you.

No, A-Xian had never fooled her.

Jiang Yanli would feel much better if there were someone out there, watching his back. If A-Xian would let himself be convinced to go see his zhiji before he committed to any reckless plans. But he had so far ignored her hinting.

Pressing it over the first mask, his features changed in the space of a blink, and Xue Yang stared back at her.

Only the malice was missing.

He went on speaking, and that was even stranger. “I’ll add on a few more faces, I think, so I can look like a respectable grandfather, or a random street kid at the drop of a hat. It doesn’t really let me change my body’s shape, so I won’t be able to shrink into a stooped little granny, unfortunately — that would be even less suspicious. Faces should be enough though, I think.”

“Very impressive, A-Xian. Switch it back, please?” It was, in fact, a monumental achievement, and one he’d achieved in only a single night. But there was only so long Jiang Yanli could stand to look at that face.

He sketched a talisman over the mask without looking, and with a shimmer of golden light, the first face returned. She would have preferred his own, but this was far preferable to the alternative.

The mask did solve the problem of how to smuggle A-Xian into Koi Tower unseen.

Nie Huaisang was all too happy to handle it.

Jiang Yanli entered Koi Tower first, the disciples she’d dismissed at Fengyang appearing at the city entrance as she’d predicted. The others waited outside the city until evening. She brought A-Ling to greet his uncle, as that was expected.

“I trust you had a productive trip?” Jin Guangyao reached out for A-Ling, and plopped him down on his lap. A-Ling giggled, and began to fiddle with a brush with a wet tip, promptly staining his fingers and flicking ink splotches onto his robes.

“I did.” She clasped her hands behind her back to conceal the way her hands clenched into fists at the sight of Jin Guangyao touching her son. Every time it happened, Jiang Yanli had to fight the urge to grab him away and run as far from Koi Tower as she could get. Though Jin Guangyao spoiled A-Ling, she and Qin Su both knew sharing blood would not be enough to protect him, if Jin Guangyao decided he wanted him gone. “I believe Zhai-zongzhu’s planned watchtower locations will be well situated to respond to their most difficult to reach locations. I also provided a few suggestions to Qi-zongzhu. Many of his choices were too close to a temple sect and one was on land that floods regularly.”

“Good, good. Would you mind summarizing those suggestions for me? Qi-zongzhu can be so absentminded, we may need to remind him.” He steepled his fingers, the effect ruined as A-Ling spread ink across the curve of his cheek. Jin Guangyao’s smile twitched. “Excellent, thank you. You also stopped in to see our dear cousin, I believe?”

Our cousin, Qin Su repeated bitterly.

Her breath caught. “I did, yes. I know they had a falling out with my sister, but we’re still quite fond of each other.”

“I feel the same way about Huaisang, though he does test my patience sometimes.” Jin Guangyao did not bring up any of her subsequent extracurriculars. Instead, he plucked the brush from A-Ling’s fist as he came dangerously close to spreading ink on his uncle’s robes. He very seriously asked A-Ling his opinion on tablecloths for an upcoming event.

With that, Jiang Yanli understood the conversation was over. She turned to leave.

Nie Huaisang had a sense for timing, and chose that moment to test Jin Guangyao’s patience. He burst in, wailing, with a rumpled, mud-stained, an out of breath steward on his heels.

Simply a disciple left in his supposed Sect Leader’s dust, A-Xian was able to slip in unnoticed.

Jiang Yanli met him near the kitchens, and after making certain the coast was clear, led him to Wen Qing’s prison using the same techniques as the first time. Thankfully, this time it wasn’t raining.

She knocked sharply on the closed window.

It was flung open with a bang only moments later, revealing Wen Qing, flushed with anger and her hair out of place from running her hands through it.

Jiang Yanli was struck with an odd, simultaneous desire to fix it and make it worse.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here in person?” Wen Qing snapped.

They’d had no time to warn her, as the papermen had a limited range. “Jin Guangyao will be occupied for hours, and this is important.”

“I thought you were supposed to be…” Wen Qing trailed off, her eyes widening. “Did it work? Did he fall for it?”

A-Xian stepped out of the shadows, removing his mask. “Hi, Qing-jie.”

Wen Qing gasped, and grabbed for his sleeve. “Oh, my — Gods, get in here so I can smack you. How dare you die after we gave ourselves up for you?”’

A-Xian let himself be tugged over the windowsill.

He freed his arm from Wen Qing long enough to bow. “This one apologizes for his grave blunder.”

Wen Qing sniffed, and gave him a quick hug. He beamed, even as tears gathered in his eyes, and squeezed back.

Jiang Yanli climbed inside while they were busy with their reunion and stayed by the window to watch for anyone approaching. From a distance, it would be difficult to tell her and Wen Qing apart, so they’d have enough time to hide under the bed if someone did arrive at an unscheduled time.

“You look awful,” A-Xian told Wen Qing, once they were seated at her desk. The stack of A-Xian’s journals was still there, but the rest of the table was now covered with illustrations of meridians covered in notes in Wen Qing’s writing. Most were scratched out.

Likely something to do with strengthening Jin Guangyao’s core then.

Rather than take offense, Wen Qin rolled her eyes. “Six years of confinement will do that to a person. You look like death warmed over.”

A-Xian laughed in delight. “That’s because I am death warmed over. I came back to life two days ago.”

“Your sister doesn’t look like that.” Wen Qing said, with a glance at Jiang Yanli that felt like a compliment.

Qin Su, for some reason, giggled.

“Obviously Shijie is better than me.” A-Xian turned to beam proudly at her. He was wrong, of course, in his belief that she was the best and kindest person in the world. He didn’t know how the plans she’d set in motion would inevitably hurt the brother of the man he loved and treated the sovereignty of minor sects like weiqi stones, or how she’d threatened Nie Huaisang. But she smiled back anyways.

I don’t think he’ll judge, when he finds out. Qin Su said.

For the most part, no, he wouldn’t. But knowing would forever change his perception of his beloved Shijie, leaving the reality of Jiang Yanli in her place. And she couldn’t assume he would be so sanguine over Lan Xichen. A-Xian had always respected him, and hurting Zewu-jun would hurt Lan Wangji.

Qin Su gave the impression of a shrug. Maybe seeing you more clearly will be a good thing.

A-Xian and Wen Qing fell into an easy rhythm. Watching them, Jiang Yanli felt warm to her center.

“As happy as I am to see you, that’s not enough reason for a visit.” Wen Qing said, after a few more rounds of banter in which they pretended not to have missed each other. “What went wrong?”

“He’s having problems with Xue Yang’s core.” Jiang Yanli explained, before A-Xian could reflexively deflect from the reason they were here.

Wen Qing whipped her head towards A-Xian so fast her neck cracked. “You have Xue Yang’s core?”

He nodded, rubbing a hand gingerly over its place of residence. “I wasn’t entirely sure a core would stick around, when I designed that array, but it seems like the array reshaped everything around it.”

Groaning, Wen Qing took a moment to bury her head in her hands. “You never bring me normal problems. Next time, bring me a nice pulled muscle.”

“I would also like a pulled muscle to be the extent of my problems.” A-Xian sighed wistfully.

“We can dream.” Wen Qing said, her tone flat and disbelieving. “What are the symptoms?”

“When I’m agitated — angry or frustrated, but not sad —his core feels like it’s trying to tear itself apart. Like how the beginning stage of a qi deviation is described. On top of that, resentful energy is in his core, like he invited it there. It feels horrible.” A-Xian leaned forward on his knees and gestured as he spoke.

Wen Qing nodded, and turned to her. “Have you had any with Qin Su’s?”

She hadn’t experienced anything along the lines of what A-Xian was describing. Qin Su’s core felt almost like her own at this point. There was only the way her sword resisted her, draining her when she tried to use it as a spiritual tool, rather than merely a weapon. “Only when I try to control her sword. Chunsheng doesn’t like me.”

Qin Su slipped into a paperman and climbed up to her shoulder to elaborate. <It saps her energy, so she can barely move, much less cultivate. We’ve kept trying, but there’s no improvement.>

“Oh, it’s not just Jiangzai then? I bet they can sense we’re not really their cultivators, despite the cores.” A-Xian perked up with excitement at the implications, before he visibly remembered that this affected him. “But, no. Qing-jie, the real problem is that Xue Yang thought mixing resentful energy in with his spiritual energy was a grand old time.”

“Let me take a look.” Wen Qing took his pulse first, then sent a thread of her own spiritual energy into him. “This is a mess. All that resentment is trapped in your core, and it’s not purifying on its own. I’d bet Xue Yang had resentful energy flowing through his meridians, which would reduce how much gathered in his core and hold off qi deviation.”

She went silent, concentrating, as she continued her examination.

“Absolutely no demonic cultivation,” was Wen Qing’s verdict. “The array seems to have cleared out your meridians, but this core is — well, it’s a mess worse than even you’ve managed to get into on your own. We need to clean it out completely before I can start to help you manage the occasional use of a little resentful energy. That will take a while. Lie on your back, first.”

A-Xian obeyed, but not without complaint. “But how am I supposed to imitate Xue Yang if I can’t use demonic cultivation?”

Carefully inserting the needles in several points along his torso, Wen Qing closed her eyes and began working with hr spiritual energy though them. “You’re supposed to be a genius inventor, aren’t you? Invent something.”

A-Xian smushed his features together in childish irritation. “You’re irritated. What did I do this time? I just got here!”

Smoke-like wisps of resentful energy rose from the ends of the needles, and to Jiang Yanli’s eyes, vanished as it drifted away.

Qin Su’s paperman craned its neck towards the ceiling. Its features were, of course, blank, but her voice gave away her interest. <Its coiling into ropes up there.>

“Wen Qing has been transcribing your work for Jin Guangyao.” Jiang Yanli told him when it became clear Wen Qing would keep him in the dark. “Your handwriting is…”

“Atrocious. But that’s not the real issue here.” Wen Qing grabbed a notebook from the desk, and dropped it, open, over A-Xian’s face. “I had to explain to my family’s murderer that your notes sometimes cut off in descriptions of Lan Wangji’s eyes. Or lips. Or other body parts!”

“In my defense, I never meant for anyone to see this.” He reached up to pluck the book from his face, and flipped through it, eyes going distant as he stared at one of his sketches.

“Well, I did.” Wen Qing plucked the needles from his meridians. “I need to work on your back now, flip over.”

Retrieving a new set of needles, she repeated her work on his lower back.

“Peace offering?” A-Xian attempted to turn his neck halfway around without disturbing the needles. “You’ve been talking to each other with papermen, right? What if I could offer a simpler alternative? To talk more easily at a distance. I had this idea shortly before Qiongqi… I was hoping to… I never wrote it down, but I remember how it would have worked.”

“You wanted to be able to talk to Lan Wangji, didn’t you?” Jiang Yanli asked softly.

“And you, Shijie!” He slumped, pouting. As though to express his disappointment that she would consider herself less important to him. Which she hadn’t, but A-Xian had never had a very secure estimation of his own importance, so he didn’t expect others to either. “But yes. It’s pretty simple, actually. Just hand me that paperweight? And a few more stones?”

“Stay still until I’ve removed the needles, you idiot!” Wen Qing pushed him back down by the shoulders.

A-Xian grumbled out his impatience, but to Jiang Yanli’s eyes he seemed more genuinely energetic than he’d been since before the attack on Lotus Pier stole everything from them. She doubted it could last, if he went forward with this mad plan of his, but she was pleased to see it.

When Wen Qing finally removed the last needle, A-Xian immediately hopped up onto his knees and grabbed for the paperweight. He hunted around for something else that would suit, and came up with an empty crystalline box free of decorative carvings. Retrieving the same steel chisel he’d been using to carve the masks, and applied it to stone.

“So the distance should be … and the sound. No, wait, wrong radical.” A-Xian muttered to himself as he worked.

<Forget the demonic cultivation, if Wei Wuxian can just invent things like this on the spot, that’s what the cultivation clans should fear him for.> Qin Su slid down Jiang Yanli’s sleeve to the floor, and took a leap in A-Xian’s direction, slowed by the pressure of the air.

“Yes, all the explosions should be a warning to stay far, far away.” Wen Qing said dryly.

Qin Su paused with one paper leg in the air as she readied to take the next leap. <Is this going to explode on us?>

“I mostly explode things when figuring out to work metal, or with fire.” A-Xian looked up to grin mischievously at Wen Qing. “Qing-jie invents surgical techniques. That’s far more scary.”

Shrugging her little paper arms, Qin Su continued towards A-Xian to watch him work.

Wen Qing grimaced, hiding her amusement.

Jiang Yanli wanted to see her laugh.

“You know,” she said, “A-Xian may be right. A cultivator once told me the medical tent was more terrifying than any battlefield he’d ever been on. Right before I had to help a healer amputate his leg.”

Wen Qing let out a surprised peal of laughter, and caught herself, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at Jiang Yanli. She found herself without any desire to look away.

A-Xian whooped in success, and she saw that the stones in his hands had begun to glow. He jumped to his feet, with Qin Su holding onto his leg to avoid being knocked away into a wall.

“Okay, so! Hold this.” He placed an inscribed paperweight or box in Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing’s hands. “Think about each other, and put in just enough spiritual energy to activate a talisman. No more than someone without a Golden Core could manage, or you’ll overload it.”

Jiang Yanli met Wen Qing’s eyes as she thought about Wen Qing’s voice lulling her to sleep, the way she’d protested their presence but seemed secretly pleased, the way she always seemed so surprised to find herself smiling. The paperweight began to glow in her hands.

When Wen Qing’s did as well, she suddenly looked away.

A-Xian cleared his throat, prompting them, “Ok, now say something. Recite a recipe or something.”

Jiang Yanli started to list off the ingredients for doupi, one of the few recipes A-Xian had the patience for, but cut off when she heard her voice coming from the stone in Wen Qing’s hand.

“This is—” Wen Qing’s voice echoed from Jiang Yanli’s stone.

It worked. “What a fantastically useful invention.” She said, and again her own voice was repeated back. A-Xian beamed.

It would be… nice, to be able to talk to Wen Qing, and know she wasn’t projecting her consciousness across Koi Tower, leaving her body unaware and undefended. Without the small, but constant risk of Jin Guangyao walking in and finding her in that unmistakable, compromised condition.

“We’ll need to run some tests to see if maybe I can talk to you from a distance as well, but this should at least prevent you from needing to replace papermen regularly.” A-Xian said, as though he hadn’t just made the greatest breakthrough in cultivation since sword flight.

And done it casually. And not for the first time.

Even more importantly, it was accessible. Anyone could use it.

If they’d had these, after A-Xian defected, when he first had the idea… They had both made mistakes in attempting to save people, in their former lives. The Dafan Wen in his case; A-Xian himself, in hers. But their chief handicap had been the impossibility of regular correspondence without giving the appearance of alliance and putting the fragile, still rebuilding Jiang Sect at risk. Without support from any save her husband and Lan Wangji, neither of whom had anything in the way of political influence, she would have been risking A-Cheng for A-Xian — an impossible choice.

This new invention could have made the difference.

Perhaps now, it could make the difference.

“If it doesn’t, I’m certain you’ll figure it out.” She told him.

“I had better hear from you constantly,” Wen Qing said, in a threatening tone that did nothing to disguise how much she cared.

A-Xian seemed to believe her, more than he ever had when A-Cheng expressed similar sentiments. Perhaps it was the time they’d spent merely surviving together, perhaps the secret they’d shared for so long. Perhaps it was that Wen Qing wasn’t all that much like A-Cheng, really, beyond the surface-level gruffness. There was less difference in their positions, and they shared a common curiosity.

“I want to hear from you every day. I — we — want to know you’re safe.” She needed to know. And with this, the ability to check in at anytime and make sure he was still there, Jiang Yanli might be more capable of watching him leave.

She still hated his plan, though.

“I’ll chatter at you until you’re sick of me.” A-Xian promised with a three-fingered salute and a blinding grin.

Jiang Yanli was going to worry over him incessantly, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#the untamed #cql #wangxian #yanqing #qin su #the sacrifice summon!jyl fic #where the summoner (qin su) sticks around #this time featuring wen qing's needles #and more mad scientist wwx #(also the fact that I completely forgot to post this on tumblr until i completed the next chapter)

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littlesmartart · 5 years

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I smiled. I kissed him suddenly, thrilled by the warmth of him, the soft pliant feel of his near human skin. God, how I hated the whiteness of my fingers touching him, fingers that could have crushed him now effortlessly. I wondered if he even guessed. There was so much I wanted to say to him, to ask him. Yet I couldn’t find the words really, or a way to begin... Stupidly, I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.

@the-disgruntled-vc mentioned here that this scene from QOTD would work well visually and I very much agree! it’s a very soft and romantic (and Romantic - they are smooching next to louis’ grave after leaving the burnt-out mess of their old flat and the ghost of their murdered daughter...) moment, and if you steadfastly give the book’s final scene the middle finger like I do, their trip to new orleans beautifully closes their relationship arc with them both letting go of their toxic mess of a marriage and starting a new beginning as better people, as they literally fly off into the sunset night...

you can find the background separately here. rambly wall-of-text thoughts I had whilst drawing under the cut.

I wanted to make the kiss look heartfelt but a little awkward, because lestat does just grab and snog him out of nowhere. and also this is just after when, with zero prompting, he blurts out that he and akasha were lovers - which to me feels very much like a “test” brought up by his anxiety? he compares them to human lovers, but they’re not human; the vampire way of sex is sharing blood, and taking akasha’s blood is what has made him all white and marble-y and ALSO given him huge dysphoria, thus his phrasing makes me believe this is not only a test of “is louis mad that I not-really-consensually sort-of cheated on him?” but also “I need you to acknowledge that I’m Different now because I’m terrified you’ll be as disgusted by it as I am”. so, whilst some of it is between the lines (because lestat), this whole scene is rife with lestat’s anxiety, and that combined with him “stupidly” staring at louis, utterly tongue-tied, felt sort of... endearingly awkward?

louis has a little smile and raised eyebrows and is kind of frozen; lestat doesn’t clock much of his reaction besides him smiling and being kind and patient (oh my heart, in TVL and QOTD everything lestat says about louis is just FULL TO BURSTING WITH ADORATION? I die?), so I imagine he’s both taken aback but delighted, because, dear god, can you imagine where louis’ head is at by this point? he finally gets his boy back, big hearteyes reunion, definitely a pre-concert quickie, then SPONTANEOUS VAMPIRE COMBUSTION! high-adrenaline car chase! mum-in-law turns up and she’s awesome!, they all go to bed and it’s good, they’re safe now, time for the happy ending - then holy fucking shit lestat is kidnapped, oh god, the world is ending, they’re all gonna dIE, and then aKASHA GETS DECAPITATED??? everything is... okay? except lestat won’t talk to anyone, he’s just holed up writing his book and completely ignoring louis and maybe everything is ruined again, maybe that chance of getting back together has been totally lost... and also maybe claudia is a ghost, so louis checks that shit out and... and suddenly lestat is there and being soft and affectionate? wants to be around him, wants to walk and talk together? honestly, if louis had just burst into tears right at this bit I wouldn’t have blamed him one fucking bit. what a rollercoaster he’s been on. someone give him a hug.

tldr; fuck you AR for not ending this series with them being reconciled and flying off together because they both deserve a happy fucking ending after all their combined trauma bYE

#loustat #Louis de Pointe du Lac #Lestat De Lioncourt #vampire chronicles #queen of the damned

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years

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BTS as (weird) babies in your daycare

Kim Seokjin

The oldest of the bunch

brings two designer brand lunchboxes in to school

his lunches cost more than yours do

he eats all his food and then will go around the lunch table asking the others for small bites of their meal and they usually give in to him because he shouts “but we’re BROTHERS >:O” if they say no the first time around

the one that likes to take you by the hand while you’re in the middle of paperwork or something and bring you to see that castle he was working on

you compliment him on it and then you’re dismissed like:

“Wow jin that’s a great castle you did a great job stacking the blocks”

“Thank you teacher can you leave now?”

And you go back to your paperwork feeling kind of small before you remember that you are more than a decade older than the tiny child that sent you away

not the bossiest child (that’s jimin) but is a close second

is the most catalogue looking child you’ve ever seen

when you’re bored in the classroom during naptime and you play with your phone, he’s the one who only slept for 20 minutes

he then proceeds to come over and sit in your lap for a chance to play with your phone

You open up snapchat and play with the filters with him in the dimmed playroom and listen to his little chime-like giggles

his selfies are 80x cuter than yours before the filters and when the little dog ears come out to play you have no chance

Always brags about his older brother being able to use shoes “with no velcRO and long LONG lOng stringlaces” (=shoelaces)

hoseok always yells back that there’s no such thing as shoes without velcro “unless youre a growned-up and your hyung isn’t a growned-up i saw him at the park hes just a kid too!!”

Always brings in crafts that he made with his au pair for the class

currently has an obsession with hearts so he has been bringing in crudely cut heart shaped cut outs with scribbly stick figures on them

everyone got one, even you

he also made sure to draw himself into everyone’s heart as well

in the one he made for you its clear he drew himself first because he’s normal sized and you’re gigantic and bending horrifically around the edge of the heart because he didn’t plan the spacing well

Also brings in the best group snacks when its a holiday or his birthday

cries when you tell him its not okay to sit on the other boys when they bother him

Always wants to be your helper and repeat what you just said to the class like he’s your assistant he is SUCH a teacher’s pet

“can i be teacher jinnie?”

“ummmmmm...not right now, maybe later okay?”

“oh...When im bigger???”

“uh Yes! when youre bigger”

“okay....Teacher im bigger now”

gives you wet cheek kisses :’)

He has the CUTEST laugh and when he laughs you laugh because its one of those rolling baby laughs that just doesn’t stop and you find yourself chasing him around the playroom to hear his giggle even though your feet hurt

drinks more milk than anyone in the class

as a result he has the NASTIEST farts

Min Yoongi

The one who has been coming the longest but still takes a good 45 minutes to stop sulking after being dropped off before he’s in the mood to play

will legit stand by the window to watch his mom drop him off every fucking morning like he doesn’t know where she’s going and if she’s coming back

when you come over to see if he’ll play with the other kids, he just turns and pouts at you and whines a little and turns back to the window

When he’s not in a funk though he is the most mature kiddo

Plays the best by himself, and is very simply entertained

brought in some homemade maracas for his show and tell day

it was literally just a recycled cardboard container with dried beans in it that he had scribbled all over with 40 different markers

keeps calling it “makaka”, you try not to laugh you fail

he just sat on the edge of the rug in the playroom and shook the box of beans softly to himself for an hour

when the shaking stopped you came over to see if he was alright and you realize he fell asleep

is surprisingly chatty

probably has the best vocabulary or is tied with joon

but also probably ahead of joon in terms of working vocab because while joon knows how to use “extraordinary” he also can’t grasp what the slide is called and yoongi has him beat there

ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP first

sometimes will ask if he can start nap time early and drags the pillow and blanket the parents bring in from home up to your desk to make a more convincing argument

is always patient zero and gets fevers really easliy

when that happens you have to carry him around while you putter through the classroom and rub his back while he sleeps it off

you have to shush the other kids while he sleeps because theyre always so loud when they ask “Is Yoongi SICK???? :(”

he sleeps in your lap during nap time on those days and you stroke his fat fever-rosy cheeks when he whines in his sleep from the heat

cries whenever taehyung says his drawings are ugly

but they are, especially if he draws you

theres always this weird expression on your face and sometimes you think about it when youre up late at night and then you cant sleep

is full of full facts about insects because his dad reads about them before bed

and is apparently always at the library

you saw him there once and he almost exploded because what are you doing outside the school

“teacher what are you going here”

“i came to get some books just like you”

“but i thought you couldn’t leave the school”

“i can leave the school...”

“wont you get a time out?”

“um no sweetie”

Yoongi has a huge sweet tooth and gets super excited on fridays when his mom packs him like chocolate milk or something

can never open the little carton so he brings it to you and just vibrate next to you until you poke the straw in

pretty sure you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head once while drinking it

has fallen asleep with the carton in his hands on multiple occasions

HAS THE SWEETEST BABY LISP YOU’VE EVER HEARD

when you bring your guitar in for music days he sits at the front and listens SUPER intently and always tries to come over and touch it while you’re playing so have to be like

“yoongi, sweetie, please sit down”

“um okay. teacher ? im gonna play the giddar too okay?”

“while I’m playing it?”

“Yeah :)”

“no yoongi.”

“Okay...teacher?” REPEAT 1-6

Jung Hoseok

This kid is all over the place oh my god

srsly he is always tripping on shit because he is always running

and his jeans are a little too long because they're hand me downs from his sister and he refuses to let his dad put a belt on him in the morning

loves to hold hands but his hands are always so so so sticky

like wtf

he will want to hold your hand during walking field trips and you want to just yank your hand away and wipe it on your jeans and douse it in hot water but you don’t because he loves to hold hands and his hand is small and soft and warm and you don’t want to hurt his feelings :’(

you compromise by helping him when he’s at the sink and make sure he uses soap

probably the one who won’t stop putting his hands down his pullups

not in a weird way but in that way where kids will develop some weird habit/quirk that they do on autopilot for comfort

He probably tests your patience the most because is also: THE LOUDEST

he is that kid that screams bloody fucking murder when you turn the lights off for naptime, every day :)

but not to be funny because he’s scared of the dark

he was originally placed somewhere else but he kept getting up in the middle of nap time to drag his blanket and pillow over to you to sleep nearby

when you asked him what he was doing he said that he sleeps near his big sister when he gets scared and you have to bite your knuckle not to cry when you realize he counts you too

Speaking of big sister, dawon goes to the day care for older kids on the floor above ur classroom

sometimes the teacher upstairs will let her come down to say hi

she stands by the doorway and watches him play with stuffed animals for a few minutes before going “hooooooobiiiiiiiiiii” and he drops everything to run over and she pets his hair and asks if he’s being good in that way where you can tell kids are parroting some random adult

tbh this is your least favorite time of the day because he always wails because she can’t stay but he really misses his big sis and makes you tear up a little too

Sometimes another teacher will come in for “Body Time” and does yoga stretches with the kids

hobi is such a whiz at body time and always does the stretches with a surprising amount of control

its probably his second favorite thing next to running in literal circles in the tall grass during outside time in the spring

He’s a bit of a perfectionist because if you move his dominoes out of the little rows he made, even by just a fraction of a millimeter he. will. lose it.

Also won’t eat food that touches or crusts of bread or fruit skins

but he will eat orange slices without fail as long as you “make them into pieces first teacher :’(”

always gets stung by bees?????

because: yoongi likes bees a lot, he thinks theyre cute and interesting and he always takes hoseok by the hand to the nearest hive to tell him facts and point at things with a pudgy finger

but you’ve told the kids time and time again not to go near beehives but yoongi loves bees too much and hobi startles easily and either jostles the hive or pisses off a nearby bee

Kim Namjoon

Is the only one that can read

you were super shocked when you came over to him one day looking intensely at a book and he was confused and you were like

“what’s the matter, joonie”

“i can’t find the kittens in the picture”

“What kittens” and you read the little blurb on the page and see the word mittens and you’re like oh shit he can kinda read

so now you make sure he reads a different book from the bookshelf each day

jimin is always demanding to be read to and joon is happy to do it even when jimin switches pages on him in the middle of the book or asks to start over or start another book

Has those little baby glasses that tie behind his head so he can see

he always drops them though because he fiddles with the tie in the back and they get too loose throughout the day

He’s one of the more affectionate kids in class and will cling to your leg when he’s having a rough day

doesn’t want you to pick him up unless you’re sitting because he’s scared of heights

will sit on your lap any time its free though

often competes for lap space with kookie and often loses because kookie runs faster or joon will fall because this is joon we’re talking about

hes a good sport about it and stands next to you and asks kookie when his turn is next very sweetly

No surprise but namjoonie is always falling

but he never gets majorly hurt

maybe he scrapes a knee or a hand or something minor

he doesn’t cry much either hes a tough cookie!!

he’ll tell you a fact about prehistoric jellyfish with a wavering voice and watery eyes while you put his bandaid on

Baby Joon LOVES LVOES LVOES apple sauce

he cannot get enough of it and MANY of the stains on his little cords (his favorite clothing item) are apple sauce stains

Namjoon is sadly that kid that will eat anything though so you’re constantly watching him to make sure he doesn’t eat anything deadly

when he’s being too quiet or still in the corner of your vision you walk up quietly behind him and just stick a hand out and he spits whatever it is into the napkin in your palm with a goofy smile

eats his boogers probly :(

Joons mom always brings little treats for you because she was worreid that he would be bullied or isolated when she first enrolled him in the class but he’s doing well and she’s glad for the atmosphere you’ve set up

sometimes she sends him in with your treat if she’s too busy in the morning so he’ll totter in with his glasses and what looks like some homemade cake and your can’t help but scoop him up and plant a kiss on his cheek and tell him to tell his mom thank you

his best friend is probably jin because jin knows the alphabet and appreciates namjoon’s knowledge

jin helps joon get over his fear of the swings, but he’s still scared of heights i assure you he will start to wail if you take his feet too high off the ground

cries when he spills his apple sauce which is often but he always has a spare

but! you’re not sure if his mom packs it because he loves it so much or because he’s bound to drop one

Park Jimin

When he first came in to school you gasped because those cheeks were a gift from above and the little always-there pout was so cute

he lives for praise, he is such a ham and he loves the way the old ladies at the front desk always try to bribe him with candy for a cheek pinch

he’s a shrewd little business man and won’t let anyone touch his cheeks for less than 2 soft caramels

Park Jimin is as bossy as they come

but everyone in the classroom has no problem with it except maybe you sometimes

he is always going “Teacher! Come here!” from somewhere in the room and you always have to go “You want to try that again, Park Jimin?” and he goes “Teacher! PWEASE come here!” and ur like...ok

Fairly independent

his dad assured you he knows how to cut with regular scissors but jimin continues to use the kiddie scissors and then act like he can’t do it and blink up at you for help

he just wants you to watch him do it

can also put on his own snowsuit without help but still wants you to do it for him because he LIVES for the personal attention

Is a tiny bit violent?

will yell really loud if you take his truck or his dino dolly

or if you make him try to take off his favorite faux cowhide sweater when its time to paint

never hits/kicks/bites tho

the one time it looked like he might hit jungkook you were there in an instant to pull him away and give him a calm and quiet but stern lecture about why his hands are not for hitting or hurting

he had frustrated tears welling up in his eyes when you brought him back to JK and had him use his words

“Kookie, I dont like when you take my toys when im still playin wif dem”

JK: *is preverbal*

and you pry the toy out of jungkook’s freakishly strong baby grip and return it to jk

Jimin’s best friend is probably tae

their moms are friends and they regularly have play dates at each other’s houses

sometimes they come in together in the mornings if one mom is busier than the other

they sleep next to each other during nap time

Chim cries when he can’t sit next to tae during snack time

Has a very adult palate for a baby

i.e. he loves vegetables

is kind of nosy and will come over to your desk when you open your lunch bag and ask to see the vegetables

you make sure to always pack a veggie because the one time you didn’t his eyes widened and he said “mama says you die if you dont eat no veg-ables”

asks if everything is a “veg-able”

jimin: *points to sandwich* veg-able?

you: no

jimin: *points to kimbap/turkey leg/piece of cake/bag of chips/an apple* veg-able?

you:....no

if you did bring a veggie that he doesn’t already have in his lunch, he’ll ask for a bite

normally you have to tell kids no when they ask for your food because you’d end up with everyone asking for a bite and no lunch, but no one else likes veggies in the class.

so sometimes you slip a sliced cucumber to him and he holds it in two hands and runs back to his spot to eat it and then comes back like an outdoor cat looking for more food

Has a lovely singing voice

its high and pretty, kind of angelic and he tells you that he sings for his grandma a lot

you praise his singing so naturally he loves music day too and if you sing a song he sings with his mom at home he gets so excited

yoongi is enthralled when jimin knows the words to a “teacher song” before its been taught to the class

Kim Taehyung

idk why this is so pertinent to my idealization of him as a child BUT: Has the biggest head out of anyone in the classroom sorry

is so so so cute, might even be your favorite..

he’s super agreeable

loves to cuddle, eat all his food in his little stackable lunch containers, naps well, plays nicely with others, listens pretty well

BUT

he always pees himself :(

and you don’t understand it because his dad came in and bragged about how much of a big boi his son is at home in the bathroom using the toilet but at school? NOPE

he has like 8 changes on clothes for this reason

you can always tells when he’s about to pee himself because

he stands in the middle of the room and just goes “sorry teacher” really softly

your heart breaks when you hear how sad he is that he wet himself but you’re also a little irate because you’re convinced no one deals with as much pee as you do

you give him the talk every time which consists of your wriggling him into some ridiculous pink overalls while trying to make eye contact with him so you can tell him that when he feels like he has to go, he can just go to the potty

Tae carries a blanket around at all times!!!!!

he takes it everywhere with him and uses a different one to cover him up during nap time.

cries on the days that his dad drops him off without it because it has to be washed

the blanket was purple at one point but now it is straight up grey-brown

is surprisingly good at walking/running with it and not tripping on it

Jimin started calling him tata

so now everyone calls him tata

Is probably the class sweetheart as well

when he’s out sick, literally everyone goes “where’s tata” at random times of the day even though you went over who was “at school” and who was “at home” and said he was at home

tae is so so so so good at drawing its crazy

hes way above his age grade in terms of drawing BUT he has a little trouble getting a pencil into his grip

so you have to help him finagle it into his little hand but once he does WOOO here comes a dragon with you on its back holding a big ol sword

Is that one kid who manages to run around naked the most

its probably because you’re always in the middle of changing him when someone else distracts you and you turn around and all of the sudden he’s naked as the day he was born from the belly button and waddling back to where jimin is playing with flubber on the rug

you have to run over and scoop him up but also hold him at arms length because hello? pee?

he thinks this is hilarious and flaps his arms like hes flying

Everyone kisses tae

like when the kids get to that stage where they all try to kiss each other because their parents probably kiss them and they're like imitating their parents

everyone goes for tae

he takes it like a champ

but his face is probably v sticky after wards so you pull him over and take a wet wipe to his face

might ask you for a kiss and you place one on his LARGE forehead lol

His grandma comes in often with dolls she made for the class

tae shows them off proudly during his show and tell days and makes sure everyone plays nicely with them or theyll break because theyre normally made from soft yarn

He has a major thing for stickers and is always asking you for stickers to adorn his whole body with

you are constantly telling him to take stickers off his face and sometimes he puts them on his eyebrow and you sigh because crying is inevitable at that point

you have limited him to 3 stickers on any given day and they go on a piece of paper labeled “Taehyung’s Tata’s stickers”

was mad when you tried to write his full name on the paper because he is tata at school >: (

Jeon Jungkook

the youngest! a true baby

when he first came to the classroom he was right in the middle in terms of age so like he technically aged out of the nursery down the hall but he wasn’t at the normal age minimum to enter your classroom and you were like Ummmmm i guess he can come? because you didn’t have very many kids so what’s one more right?

Started walking and running in the same day during his first week at the classroom!!!

you were worried he’d be too small to keep up with the other kids and might be hurt with their type of play but nope

he was constantly crawling after them trying to keep up until one day he just...stood up and you were like omg and pulled your phone up

when his parents came to pick him up you showed them the video and his dad cried

Now he’s the fastest runner in the class

he doesn’t really talk yet

hes still preverbal but you can tell he gets whats going on around him

the others are good about it

although you did have to have a day where you addressed the question they kept asking you

“Why doesn’t kookie have words?”

“he’s too little. but he’ll talk when he’s ready”

it was a short talk

He knows two words

no and something that is the approximation of hyung but you’re not certain

if he wants your specific attention he just goes “AH” really loud

says no to everything even when he means yes

this means that when you ask him if he wants to eat snack he says no and then cries when you put his lunchbox away thinking he may actually not be hungry

despite being the best at toddling, he always wants to picked up

he is such a teacher’s pet its crazy

its probably the one piece of evidence that he is the least mature of the group

and also because he misses the presence of his mom

he will settle for sitting in your lap when you’re at your desk

or when you’re trying to read to the group during “carpet reading time”

he will try to turn the pages for you but it took him a while to realize you weren’t always done reading when he turned a page and you’d have to fight him to turn the page back so you could finish

now he waits for you to say “you can turn the page now kook”

He is so so so shy omg

if a teacher from another classroom comes by to borrow something, they naturally try to come over and say hi to the one kid who you’re carrying on your hip or sitting in your lap and he just turns and smushes his face into your armpit until he suspects they’ve left

he does, however, have a weird obsession with the handyman that comes in to repair that one tricky light in the back of the art closet

kook will stare at him until he leaves and its cute because he’ll leave your lap or whine to be put down and toddle over to watch him work from a “reasonable distance”

the repairman is kind of gruff looking but he always turns and spots kook watching him like 8^O and will snort

one time he handed kook a rubber band that he had in his breast pocket and kook kept it clutched in his little hand all day

actually waves goodbye when he leaves its so precious

Kook is very sensitive to touch and stuff

so in the winter when he has to wear layers he cries a lot if the t-shirt under his sweater bunches up the wrong way

like he’s so finicky about tactile stuff

he can’t have bare feet ever

wears slippers all year, even in the summer

also cries if the classroom gets too loud and covers his ears

you think maybe he may have some sort of sensory sensitivity

won’t eat the bananas in his lunch unless you mash them with a fork for him

cried when you cut open a pumpkin to show the kids the seeds inside and later roast them because the smell was too strong for him

you had to put a tiny face mask on him to get him to calm down and he resembled a ninja turtle the whole day

He loves hobi very much and is always super giggly when hobi pays extra attention to him

always follows him around and is constantly bumping his nose on hobi’s back because he follows him THAT CLOSELY

always fights with jin

meaning he constantly swipes toys out of his hands and then sometimes gets sat on as punishment and cries until you heft jin off him

you don’t know why they always fight

is so good at hidden item picture books like Ispy

you will zoom through them because he finds everything immediately and you wonder if maybe hes a genius

you had a hunch one day and put him down in front of a 400 piece puzzle and he did a surprisingly good chunk of it in the span of the school day and went straight to it the next day

I was trying so hard to write this and couldnt think of anything and then i remembered yesterday that my friemd Worked in a daycare for the last three years??? so a lot of this is real life stuff which is funny but also really extra

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He was back again.

Of course he was back again—this fucker never learned his lesson, no matter how many times she thought she’d finally beaten it into him. Leave it to the planet’s most egotistical sea-dweller to never let her have peace in her forest simply because they happened to live close to one other.

Cantus had relocated her hive this close to the ocean, in a solitary forest inhabited solely by a more poisonous breed of lusi, for peace—not to be bombarded with a harpoon wielding asshole. Yet, because she beat him up a couple of times, his ego wouldn’t let him live it down and he continued to come back, demanding a rematch.

And now Faldur was yelling ( louder than usual ).

Her ears were already weeping for the lost peace that her home previously held before he started scaring the birds that nested within the trees. They could digest him in seconds with their saliva—he really should be the one afraid of them, but no.

The shouting continued, and his lisp made it rather hard for her to take him seriously ( she never took him seriously anyway ), but when the first shot was fired, her eyebrow raised. Her hive was nowhere in that direction—why had he let one loose?

-- and then the birds screamed.

Her already low patience for the troll plummeted further as she grit her teeth, moving from one branch to the other as she examined the damage. Two birds down on the ground, their purple blood staining the leaves and their wings twitching helplessly. One of them had only been young, a couple of sweeps old, the other its guardian. Neither of them were her lusus, but still her responsibility. This was her forest, and these were the inhabitants of it.

Moving her gaze further to the right, she finally caught sight of the asshole who murdered the poor birds—standing there grinning, harpoon at the ready, proud of his work. He still couldn’t see her but he likely getting ready to shoot another one of her charges—then the leaves rustled because of the wind. He thought it was her moving.

Like she’d be that obvious.

‘So you finally came to fight? I was thinking you lost your nerve, bitch,’ he yelled, as if he had any other tone of voice. She wondered absentmindedly how his throat could withstand the abuse he put it through. ‘See, I heard that you’d gone soft from someone I know, that you’ve taken on a moirail whose pathetically weak—just asking to get himself culled!’

Okay, so maybe that form of provocation was working ever so slightly more than his usual garbage. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips instinctively turned to a snarl, but she kept herself quiet, held it in. Shit talking about her was one thing, but now this fucker knew about Latens? Who could have told him about—

Oh my god, that stupid fucking fur ball.’

Cantus hadn’t bothered to remember what the troll had called himself since she wasn’t interested in learning the name of one so idiotic that he got stuck in a tree—but the only reason he left the forest alive despite pissing her off so much was because he claimed to be Latens’ friend, and that had been proven to be genuine. He was off limits but that didn’t mean she disliked him any less as clearly he was still a huge idiot—case in point, he had told the worst possible person about the existence of her weak moirail, still getting used to the lack of a limb.

‘Maybe I should pay him a visit and slice off his other arm—and maybe a leg too!’ this guy was still talking, and Cantus was getting more and more irritated. Usually she could control her anger to a degree, but Faldur was testing her patience. Again. Every protective instinct inside of her was screaming, telling her to tear him to pieces.

‘I’m being so generous, don’t you think? Willing to sacrifice my precious time to waste on killing such a disgusting peasant, and even going so far as allowing my wardrobe to get smeared in that horrible green. I can have his limbs delivered here too, so you can hang on to them and—‘ he didn’t get to finish the sentence, the last of her nerves were shot to oblivion and back.

So she did what any protective moirail would do—she drop-kicked him from her place on the tree, boot-clad foot connecting perfectly against his mouth.

The crunch was exactly what she wanted to hear too, obvious from the rare grin spreading across her face as she could feel him trying to resist her. His already fucked up mouth was now filled with shattered dentures—in her mind, she had done him a favor.

Maybe now he could speak properly instead of spitting at her and every other poor soul who had to encounter his sorry ass.

Once she had firmly landed against his face, now on flat terrain below the trees, she could easily hear his hissing, his claws digging into her boots as he tried to pull her off his bloody face. With a smile, she complied, lifting her leg only to ( gracefully ) shove it right back in his gut, forcing him against the base of one of the bigger trees and leaving him coughing up the fuchsia cusp he was so proud of. This was so much fun.

Snarling now, the troll shakily stood up, harpoon in one hand and—wait, was that a fucking hatchet? Where the fuck had he gotten one of those? It looked cheaper than the harpoon, which was obviously worth a lot in his eyes, his prized weapon.

Better to get rid of that first then.

He made the first move, shakily stomping towards her, harpoon aimed directly at her forehead. It was clear that he was too angry to think rationally, that she was an agile target who wouldn’t exactly let herself sit still. But, being the generous soul that she was, she let him continue to aim—before moving closer to him and grabbing to front of the weapon with her bare hand, fingers tightly clenched just off the arrow head. It was obvious what she was going to do then, and anyone could see Faldur inwardly cursing his rashness as Cantus proceeded to pull the harpoon from his hand with both of hers.

This idiot continued to forget that in terms of sheer physical strength, she was far more powerful than he was. His upper body was pathetic, he barely did anything to maintain his strength, and he boosted his ego by shooting things with a harpoon. What a big guy. As if to make a point on the matter ( which it most certainly was ), she pulled his arm and twisted it backwards before letting go, and as it made that wonderful snapping noise, she threw him back to the ground, purple eyes moving to inspect the newfound tool in her hands.

Cantus had always hated the harpoon. Weapons like them, ones that fired anything, were never her favorite. Fist fights were genuine tests of strength in her eyes, and while she adored her scythe and how smoothly it cut her targets, she never got the same feeling of pleasure from it as she did from punching a troll square in the nose and feeling it shatter beneath her fist. Guns were loud, for the weak to protect themselves with—and Faldur was among their ranks, practically nothing without his favored weapon.

And nothing he would remain. She looked at his bleeding face with her lip turning up on one side, eyes meeting his directly, and snapped the harpoon in two by bending it over her knee.

‘You fucking bitch—’ eyes hazed over in fury, he lunged for her again despite his place on the ground, still acting purely out of anger and not thinking rationally in any sense. Sure, Cantus was pissed too, but she still could maintain some decorum. After all, once she was done with him, he wouldn’t be able to approach Latens. He’d be far too dead. So, to make the task of killing him off much simpler, her foot once again met his stomach ( she could get used to this ), and he was pressed against the firm oak.

‘I’m taking that as a compliment,’ she said in return, softly, quietly, in a way he would never speak to another for he was too loud, far too loud to be allowed live any longer.

Humming in agreement with her own conclusion, her own verdict, she twirled one piece of the shattered harpoon around, holding it firmly, and quickly thrust it forward, lodging it into his stomach. His groan of pain was a sound she could actually tolerate, so she decided to do it again with the other half, except this time she dug it firmly into his kneecap. She had already broken his arm, might as well get a leg too.

But maybe she was having too much fun with torturing the sea-dweller, with serving him the justice he deserved for threatening her moirail, because as she was admiring her handiwork on his limbs, she had ( stupidly ) forgotten about the fucking hatchet which was now lodged in her side, Faldur cackling despite the pain as he watched her wince and draw back.

‘Son of a--’ Cantus could tolerate pain, she had been taught to from the moment she emerged from those accursed caverns and was brought into the Carnival, but the fact that this pathetic son of a bitch had landed a clean hit on her—and it was her own damn fault for being too confident in herself, it didn’t sit in her stomach well, it made her physically ill.

This could not motherfucking stand.

Spitting out the purple bile that had risen in her throat, and tugging the hatchet out of her stomach with a curse muttered under her breath, she gripped the handle tightly in her bloody hand, fuchsia and purple mixing together to form something hideous in her eyes.

Common sense would dictate that she tend to the open wound on her side, abandon the already defeated royal and make sure she didn’t pass out from blood loss. But no, she was past rational, she was past being generous and killing him in a way that would stop hurting once he died. No, today wasn’t the day he’d die, but he’d sure as hell face hell for touching her like that, for injuring her like that.

He wasn’t a worthy opponent in any sense; he didn’t deserve to scar her.

‘What the fu—where are we fucking going?’ he couldn’t move anymore, he wasn’t skilled enough to walk on only one leg, so she had decided to grab him by the hair and drag him along the grass, hatchet still in the other hand.

It only took a few minutes to throw him outside the boundaries of her forest, his body landing with a thud that couldn’t have felt pleasant. The ocean scent hit her, and while she would usually retreat the minute she could hear it, she stood firm. Without a word, she threw the hatchet until it hit a tree right in the trunk, embedding itself into the wood and firmly rooting itself in place until someone would come to claim it. Then, bending down ( and ignoring the ever present ooze in her side, the numbness that was spreading to her arm ), she simply looked him the eye—that was all it took. He didn’t seem to understand at first—but then he did. Recognition sparked briefly in his eyes when they met her own glowing ones.

Then he screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

And she walked away.

She left him there, stuck in a nightmare, eyes still flickering purple and pink. Maybe he’d bleed out, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe someone would find him, maybe they wouldn’t. She didn’t care. Not anymore. By the time she reached her hive, the bleeding had reached a point where her vision was hazy and black spots were cropping up everywhere she looked.

It was once she was stitched up, and was content that she wouldn’t bleed out, the sickness settled into her gut and her face was placed in her hands. Her skin was clammy, legs shaky.

Sweeps ago, she said she wouldn’t use those voodoos again—why should she, if she was no longer a member of the Church? She had left that life behind her for a reason. Yet that fucker—that thorn in her side, he had pushed and pushed and pushed until she just couldn’t tolerate him any other way but trapped in one of the worst dreams she could conjure up.

Sure, he might not be a bother anymore now that he was surely stricken with mental images that would continue to haunt him for days to come, and yes that would be better for her and all those she tended to—

but the sickness in her stomach remained.

‘Shit.’

#my stuff #wynn writes shit #cantus #this got REAL FUCKIN LONG #also im not entirelly happy with it but i dont entirely hate it either so guess whose gonna live with what he wrote #cantus hates faldur but not in a #<3- sort of way #she just straight up hates his fucking guts and wants him dead #fun insight using her chucklevoodoos makes her sick #1. because she hasnt used them in sweeps so shes out of practice and strains herself to use them #2. she hates remembering the church

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4R’s: Encantadia Season 2 (April 11, 2017 episode review)

Episode 192

Recap:

Silent agreement

Emre told Cassiopeia the story about the fifth goddess, Haliyah. She was one of the deities who set foot on Encantadia but wasn’t happy, she decided to leave and return to the paradise all gods came from (presumably heaven) but the gates were shut, and because she could no longer enter, she decided to live in the moon and become it’s guardian as well. But every night she comes down to Encantadia to bathe in the batis ng katotohanan which serves as her sanctuary in Encantadia. Cassiopeia knows exactly where the stream is and used her power to teleport the both of them to that place. Strange thing was, they seem to be ending up on the same place over and over again, Cassiopeia suspected that someone might be manipulating her power, and she was right, Ether appeared and was not going to let Emre succeed. Even with Emre and Cassiopeia’s forces combined, they were no match against Ether’s prowess, Ether warned them that she will follow them, watch their every move, and they can never escape. Emre and Cassiopeia were stuck in that place, later that night, Emre noticed Cassiopeia’s ability to communicate with her mind, it is one of Cassiopeia’s natural powers, Emre figured a way to devise a plan without Ether finding out, and that is through communication using their minds. Ether who has been keeping an eye on them from afar noticed something strange between Emre and Cassiopeia—they were staring into each other’s eyes and not saying anything, Ether initially suspected that the two must be falling in-love with each other but shrugged off that thought as it might be more than that, it didn’t take long for her to realize that they were actually talking through their minds, and by the time she found out, Emre and Cassiopeia already ended their conversation. Ether showed up once again in an attempt to stop whatever they were planning, Emre and Cassiopeia carried out their plans, the two split and tricked Ether, the goddess ran after Emre which gave Cassiopeia the opportunity to get away. Ether caught Emre, but Cassiopeia successfully made it to the batis ng katotohanan, no goddess of two moons were around, Cassiopeia assumed Haliyah was still in her home, nevertheless, Cassiopeia decided to wait for Haliyah to show up.

Hara

Aquil approached Danaya once again, the queen reminded him to stay away from her and maintain their distance towards each other. Aquil wanted to be contented by just looking at her from afar, but he can’t stand it, he can’t stay away from Danaya, and he would rather die than torture himself with the kind of situation they were in. The latter chided him and told him not to say such things, Danaya told him to be strong for her just as how she’s trying to be strong for him. Aquil apologized and left, Alena witnessed how pained Danaya was for brushing the love of her life aside. This was the very reason why Alena never desired to be queen, being a Hara does not give you the privilege to love, but even if Alena never wanted to be queen and chose to follow her heart, she ended up getting hurt. Alena didn’t want to suffer the same pain, and she wants Danaya to be free from her burden, Alena offered Danaya to let her take over the throne so that the latter can marry Aquil. It was a very tempting offer, and Danaya was grateful to Alena, but Danaya refused her offer for she still wants to defeat Etheria’s forces under her queenship.

It was already late at night, Alena was still for Pirena to return. Muros knew she wasn’t coming back, especially after the misunderstanding she had with Danaya, Alena was sad at how they seem to be falling apart once again. Alena told Muros to call it a night and stayed up a little longer, not long after, a group of familiar encantados appeared—the Gunikars headed by Memfes. The latter told Alena that something was happening in Adamya, Alena immediately followed Memfes. The houses of the poor Adamyans were destroyed and burned by the Gunikars which angered Alena, Memfes sure was testing her patience.

If I could turn back time

Disguised as an Etherian soldier, Pirena made it safely to the Etherian palace, there she followed Avria and found out that the golden hourglass is being kept in Avria’s room. It was easy finding the precious item, but it was difficult to obtain, Avria casted a protective spell from those who will try to steal it. Pirena used her fire gem and would have successfully stolen it if her attempt did not create a commotion in Etheria, Avria sensed that there was an intruder inside the palace, she immediately ordered her Mashnas to search the entire palace. Avria went to her room and knew that someone tried to steal the golden hourglass, and it was someone who has an ability to counter the protective spell. And while Avria did not mention names, Hagorn was certain she was suspecting Pirena.

Hagorn immediately went back to his camp where Deshna was, and where his other daughter went, Hagorn did not hesitate to slap Pirena’s face for being so reckless, Pirena reasoned that the golden hourglass was her only key to turn back to the time when the guardians were being murdered in Cassiopeia’s island so she could save Mira (and Lira). Despite Pirena’s reason, Hagorn warned Pirena not to set foot on Etheria for awhile because Avria will surely get back at her. Deshna however sided with her older sister, for like Pirena, she too wanted to save her friend, his daughters’ stubbornness snapped Hagorn’s patience and let them do whatever they want and vowed that if they get caught, he will surely disown the two of them.

Rave/s:

💚💛 That Danaya-Alena moment literally teared me up 😢, I would love to see Danaya marry Aquil, but I don’t want Alena as queen of Lireo. She’s working so hard to make Adamya great again so I want her to take over and rule Adamya, it would be nice and refreshing to see a huge castle in Adamya, filled with many different Adamyan tribes and Alena as it’s ruler, that would be pretty awesome!

⚜ Hoy! Ano’ng kaguluhan ang nagaganap? 😂 What’s up with the CassMaw and CassRe poll? But seriously guys, Zoren and Solenn have chemistry, the way they stare at each other, I know it was supposed to be civil but I’m telling you guys there is a spark, hahahaha! It’s funny and nice at how everyone is taking a break from bashing each other’s fandom and crack ship jokes about the characters that aren’t supposed to be romantically-linked, we all need that once in awhile right?

❤ I’m sorry but I can’t take Hagorn’s exasperation seriously, love how Pirena and Deshna are teaming up to give their father a major headache. I seriously, seriously have a strong feeling that Pirena’s intentions of bringing back time to save Mira and Lira will go too far thus drawing back to ancient Encantadia, OR she will accidentally let the Etherians and other encantados who were born on the ancient times travel through time, Juvila! I can’t wait for you my other favorite Heran! Please bring her back! And Lira and Mira too, who cares about those other useless guardians?

Rant/s: 😂 I’m not annoyed or anything but I found Memfes’ grand entrance way too inappropriate. So pag papasok ng Lireo kelangan production number lagi? Hahahaha! Kidding aside, Memfes kind of reminds me of Ybrahim in his younger years, like yow! Can’t you make Memfes’ character unique and not Ybarro-ish? But oh well, I am still interested to know why he wants to marry Alena so badly though.

Best performer/s for this episode: Sanya Lopez 🍃 Gabbi Garcia 🌊

Rating: 8 out of 10💎s

Photo credits: From Twitter: @GMAEncantadia (Encantadia 2016-2017 official twitter acct) @gmanetwork (GMA Network); official website: gmanetwork.com @GMADrama (GMA Drama)

From Facebook: Encantadia 2016; official website: encantadia.com.ph

Video credits: GMA Network via YouTube & dailymotion

#tv series #encantadia #encantadiahara #pirena #4Rs

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dianareagon · 7 years

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If I wrote you a letter...

Dear Ex-Husband, I have so much I want you to hear, so much I want you to understand about me, my faith, our family, our children, our story... about what you left behind. No, I didn’t love you when we got married. I thought I maybe did or did enough, but I was a crazy mess which I know you were drawn to, but I wasn’t happy with myself. I was out of control and convinced I needed a prince to catch me up in his arms and whisk me away so that I would know I was loved by someone; I craved the feeling of security and acceptance. You seemed nice and said you were a Christian. I knew I was avoiding God and wanted to go back, but how? You were supposed to be that answer. After all, men are supposed to be the Godly leaders of the household and you’d straighten me out. You, being any man, were my answer. No, I didn’t see any fruit from your faith, but I also wasn’t producing any at that time, either. I also forced you into being the answer to so many prayers I had years before when I begged God to give me my college sweetheart; you had the same name and God answers us in his own way, after all. I twisted you into the “answer” when I knew you weren’t since he wouldn’t have sent me someone to encourage my sinful behavior...Stupid, tunnel-visioned me. If only I had taken the step back and allowed God to have any influence on my life; I would have seen the red flags I was put blinders on to avoid. If only I’d looked to Him as the savior he is instead of you. But that wasn’t the story. I married you because I loved the idea of you and was seeking the love/security from a human that only God can provide. I see that now years out, but it took time. I was pregnant or with newborns for over half of our 4.5 year marriage which included the first 9-15 months of our marriage. Once the ink on that certificate dried, I became very anxious. This commitment was meant for life and what had I just done? I wouldn’t ever leave you, but I was angry. Angry with myself for being stuck, angry with you for not being the husband I had imagined, angry with everything because I still didn’t feel safe, secure, and loved... those first several months were hard without even without the hormones of pregnancy. This was not safe and secure; this is not what I wanted. But then this beautiful baby was born. Oh, our first child. I love her so much and am so grateful for our marriage because of her. We agreed that the first six months after her birth were horrible with no sleep, pumping, cleaning, feeding, diapers, limited money and time together, etc. But we made it through though we didn’t know if we were ever willing to do that again. We were celebrating your birthday, figuring out our roles in the marriage, making a home together, going on our first vacations with family.... I was learning to love you. I couldn’t fully, yet, but I was very much learning. We fought a lot and it was hard since we were both immature and stressed with a new marriage, new baby, new debt, no time together (a huge deal since we spent every moment together prior to Bunny), but I was committed to you and committed to loving you as best as I could. And then Bunny’s and my birthdays happened, you mentioned “divorce,” and I found out you were cheating. It took you showing me you weren’t safe and didn’t love me in the way I’d hoped for me in SUCH an extreme way for me to go running to God. I was hurt and letdown. How could my husband of just over a year have an affair? And with an aspiring lingerie model who worked at a call center, no less? (It doesn’t matter, but I find it semi-funny at this point.) All I could do was plead to God I’d been keeping on a shelf for years to restore my marriage, my heart, my love for Him. And He did. He was faithful, true, kind, gracious, loving, forgiving, and safe. He welcomed me with open arms as if I hadn’t wandered from them before. It finally clicked. You weren’t my safety, He was. After a lot of counseling, praying, talking, and patience you came back. I was walking on eggshells to keep you, but I committed to be married to you for life and that promise was renewed as my relationship with Christ grew. I realized I truly loved you and you said you did, too. You told me my commitment to you was overwhelming proof of my love for you and you couldn’t begin to remember the mindset you were in when you thought about leaving the marriage. I continued working on myself, the marriage, and being a mom which I loved... I loved it enough to do it all over again and I thought you wanted it, too. However, your reaction when I took the test and it came back positive left a lot to be desired. It still hurts. So with pregnancy #2 underway, I did slack a bit on my part. I was tired, nauseous, emotional, anxious, and it was a rough pregnancy just one year after your affair. I didn’t focus on God or you as I needed to with so many scares throughout and feeling like I was doing it on my own including raising the toddler... whom you even noticed didn’t mind you like she did me. I understand you worked a lot and worked out, but I had wished you would have asked me more about it, shown up to a few more of the appointments, or even initiated conversations so I could have talked my feeling out instead of me just spouting. But that didn’t happen. I wanted to go out on dates, I wanted you to want to know me and begged you to get to know me until we were both angry. And when I felt unloved and unheard, I didn’t hold my tongue and I slipped into old habits of nagging because you didn’t pay bills again that month or take out the trash yet again. I was trying to turn you into the “prince” who would give me security I longed for because I’m a forgetful human....I still very much loved Jesus and had a relationship with him, but it stagnated as I felt you drawing away and my anxiety kicking in and telling me to get things under control. I started writing on the calendar how often we were fighting, how you were disappearing every other weekend and skipping out on time with Bunny and me. You were lying to me, apologizing, and lying about more. How could you during a scary pregnancy? How could you after you promised me you’d never leave again? How could you after all the counseling? How could you WHILE I was communicating my anxieties with this all looking like you leaving and maybe cheating again? When I had the twins, we even had the discussion in the delivery room that I needed you not to disappear every other weekend. I needed you here with me. I needed you to be attentive and here. I needed you to actually pay the bills and quit lying to me constantly. I felt scared and unsafe. I needed you to be there for me. You apologized and promised to be better. But it didn’t matter. I could talk to you all I wanted, but you didn’t actually love me. I think you may have thought you did, but you loved yourself more and you probably even liked the idea of marriage beforehand... but it was hard and messy, especially so with the wife you proposed to. You didn’t love me and I couldn’t control you or force you to. So there I was with babies I brought home from the NICU just 1.5 months prior staying with my parents while you were sorting things out. Exactly 2 years since the last time you decided to leave; two years since your last affair. Two years since the birthday I spent alone in a park with Bunny.... I spent it without you, again. Not even a text “happy birthday.” You were gone. You didn’t leave me for yet another weekend, you left me for good. Your heart had completely hardened towards me and had softened to another. I was alone with 3 baby girls and a dog. Alone with no income. Alone, unloved, and completely unsafe. I married you because I wanted to feel safe and loved. You provided the opposite in every way imaginable. But, I’ve chosen to be grateful for our marriage in-part as this past year has gone along. I still love you and care deeply about you though I know you aren’t good for me; you aren’t the solution and you’ve actually been a huge part of perpetuating the problem. I learned marriage isn’t the answer and other humans will always fail you. Security, everlasting love, goodness, truth, confidence, worth, hope... all of that can only be found in Christ. I also have three amazing girls from our marriage whom I love deeply and give me purpose in this world. I have a deeper relationship with family and especially my dad in wake of your affairs. I have relationships with other Christians, am involved in a few Bible study groups, am volunteering and making more connections than I did in our entire relationship. I have connected with other abandoned mothers and have grown immensely in my relationship and faith with God. I’ve found security and love. I no longer rely on you for my confidence and self-worth. I am worthy of love despite you. I am worthy of friendship, respect, kindness. I am worthy of everything you didn’t give me. I am worthy because God says I am. I hope you find your worth in Him, too. He loves you so much and will pursue you, but it is your choice. This letter is only a slight glimpse of my thoughts that are forever changing as I grow and ponder different aspects of our life together and my growth in it....I have so much more to say, but that’s a letter for a different day. With love, Your ex-wife

#year31 #workingonforgiveness #abandoned #God is Good #He is my all in all #figuring life out #failed marriage #failed expectations #single mom

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