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changisworld · 3 months

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Kisses & Ribbons

What better day to write my first Hyunjin one-shot than on Valentines day <3

MDNI, OBVIOUS 18+, Smut warnings under the cut.

Word count; 2,301

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SMUT WARNINGS: Marking{f receive} Shibari, PIV, Use of vibrator, lots of praise, a few spanks, spit, creampie, lovemaking, quite fluffy, aftercare, oral {f receive}, experimenting, mention of safe word but not used, flavoured lube, subspace, multiple orgasms,

++ Hyunjin & Reader are married, non idol au, Hyunjin is still a hopeless romantic because DUHH.

You & Hyunjin are just back from a live Jazz music restaurant where you had both decided to spend valentines day, eating delicious food & slow dancing to the music surrounding you but cancelling out as you enjoy the closeness of your husband.

You both practically tumble through the door already kissing eachothers lips, his feeling like mini pillows against your own. You take off his long cream coloured coat & he takes off your matching one.

You both somehow make it to the bedroom before he softly places you on the bed, him following after you & his stomach on your chest, keeping his weight on his elbows & hands before breaking the kiss. "You still up for trying what we discussed, beautiful?" he asks, stroking your hair softly as his eyes glisten. You smile at him & lean up to kiss his nose & you let out an affirmative hum. "of course, i've been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it hunny" you say in a quiet voice, cheeks blushing. Hyunjin hums back at you & he disconnects himself from you, now standing up as he walks over to your shared wardrobe as he fishes out a red velvet box.

He walks over & places it on the bed, not opening it but instead looks back at you. "why not you get undressed for me baby, hmm?" He asks, his ears red & yours equally so. You undo your beige blouse & hyunjin settles himself behind you, helping you wiggle out of your black skirt & tights, kissing your shoulder & back of your neck as he does so.

Hyunjin takes his clothes off too after setting you back down on the bed, leaving him completely bare & you in your red lace thong & matching panties. Hyunjin crawls over you & begins kissing you, his knee in-between your core, your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you subconsciously begin slowly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "You that desperate already baby?" he asks you, hand reaching to your core & cups it. "We can start now then pretty, as stunning as you look in this set, do you mind taking it off for me hm?" he asks you as he lifts himself off of you to reach for the red box still sitting unopened on the bed.

You wriggle your thong off your skin & unclasp your lace bra, your nipples getting hard instantly at the slight temperature change since the material has now came off. Hyunjin opens the box & pulls out a set of red rope with some pieces of ribbon still laying in the box. Your breath hitches slightly as your stomach gets butterflies looking at hyunjin, your husband, holding the rope in his hands. "Can touch it? I wanna feel it." You ask, holding your hand out, he hums & holds the rope out so you can take it as he sits down next to you.

"Are you definitely are you wanna do this sweetie? We don't need to if you're having any sort of second thoughts." Hyunjin says softly, taking the rope back off you as he leans in to your neck & gives your earlobe a couple of kisses. "Of course i want to, you know i'll tell you if i change my mind babe" you reply, eyes closing to fully take in how nice his kisses feel. Hyunjiin hums again & pulls away from your neck, your back shivering at the loss of contact.

"Okay, do you remember the safe word y/n? You can use it any time.. of course." His voice soft in tone, now straightening out the rope in his hands. "red. I won't forget." You blush as you watch hyunjins veiny hands feeling the rope. He smiles back.

"Okay baby, lie down for me for me please." You don't even think twice before crawling up so your head is on the pillows, hyunjin following behind.

Hyunjin begins tying the red rope around each of your limbs & torso, creating chriss-crosses in-between your tits, slightly pinching them before slightly manhandling you, flipping you on your back to finish the ties, kissing each inch of skin he covers. By the end, your hands are tied to your stomach, immobile, your legs connected to your hands so you're in a mating press & you have rope on the very insides of your thighs, causing a slight pinch & burn on your outer flaps. He grabs the ribbons that were still inside the box & ties them to your knees, one above your pussy & the other one on the bits of rope that cross over in-between your breasts.

Hyunjin finishes tying you up before standing up to admire hiss work & also to admire you. "Does anything pinch or hurt more than it should?" He questions, finger stroking your leg. "No, i'm fine to continue hunny." you reply, showing him a smile.

Hyunjin walks over to the bedside table beside you & pulls out some strawberry flavoured lube & a small bullet vibrator. He kisses you from the side which you gladly reciprocate, feeling extra needy. He walks around & crawls up the bed so his face is now at your now dripping cunt. "Look how wet you are jagi, my mouth is watering even looking at it.already swollen, your clit is peeking through already." He shoots you a smile & you blush instantly, getting a bit shy.

He flicks open the small bottle of flavoured lube & lets a few droplets drip onto your cunt which makes you flinch but the rope makes it impossible to move away. He opens his tongue & puts a bit of the lube on it before he moves down & takes a long, slow lick the entire way up your core, making you gasp as he lets out a groan. He pulls back to spit onto your core. "I don't know why i ate dessert earlier when i knew this can't be compared to anything on any menu in the world. Pussy is so plump & swollen because of the rope isn't it? You enjoy it this much hmm?"" He hums out, looking at you with his cat eyes. "Feels so good jinnie, don't stop, please." You tilt your head sideways to avoid the eye contact, getting shy of the position & helpless position you're currently in but he is quick to tug at one of the ropes up at your tits, making you jolt & you look back in his direction, eyes slightly watery from the burn. "Don't get all shy on me now, we're just getting started." He doesn't give you a chance to reply before he basically dives back into your folds.

He begins slurping, nibbling, kissing & straight up moans into your core which obviously sends vibrations to your clit, making you whine out even louder than hyunjins noises. He adds a finger into your wet walls & that tip you over the edge instantly, your legs try their best to shake despite the rope keeping you set in place as you come undone all down his fingers & tongue. You open your eyes as you come down from your high & realise hyunjin has been giving you kisses & sucking dark marks onto them while he waits. "Ji-jinnie need you, p-please" you pant out, still trying to catch your breath & tugging against the ropes holding your arms. "Soon, y/n, be patient. I'm not quite full yet mkay? let me show you how much i love you." you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach, despite being together for so long now.

You open your mouth to reply but the words get caught in your throat as he dives straight back into your cunt, letting his nose nudge against your clit repeatedly as his tongue now makes its way inside you, making you practically squeal. You try your best to jolt your hips away but also closer to his face at the same time, you don't even acknowledge the now buzzing vibrator now making noise until it presses against your completely ruined clit which makes you quite literally scream. "J-jin-baby too-too much!" you say, tugging against your ropes, to no use.

Hyunjin doesn't reply verbally as he now releases his tongue from your hole, your juices dripping off his tongue onto the bedsheets, joining the huge wet patch already formed on the bedsheets with the lube, spit & your juices. He drags the vibrator down from your clit & inserts it inside you as he now suctions his lips back onto your clit & begins wiggling his tongue & spitting his saliva all over your clit as he swears he can feel your clits heartbeat, at the same time he begins grinding his naked cock against the bed, getting some friction & stopping his movements every time he feels himself getting close. You are thrashing around, eyes watering & drool leaving your mouth, leaving you in a complete babbling mess.

Your next orgasm hits you before you can even warn him.. your orgasm making itself known by spraying all over the bedsheets, hyunjins face & in his mouth. He unlatches himself as you're legs are shaking uncontrollably & he smacks your thighs & red raw pussy, making you scream even more.

Hyunjin takes his breath back as he rests on his knees, looking at the state you're currently in, sweaty, drool everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, skin all red from where the rope has been rubbing against it, leaving marks he will be appreciating even after tonight & your cunt, red, pulsating & 1.5x the size it usually is.

He crawls up the bed so he is beside you,face still covered & glistening in your juices & rests his head on his hand as he grips your jaw to make you look at him. "You already floating hm? That's way faster than usual.. new record, you still wanna continue?" He asks, fingers still holding onto your jaw as he slithers his thumb into your mouth & you let him, tongue circling it slowly as you nod at his words, giving him the go-ahead.

Hyunjin gets off the bed before walking around to your side of the bed & he pulls you so your ass is against the edge of the bed & your head is in the middle. He drags his cock up & down your folds because he can't help but be addicted to the way you slightly gasp at his touch but too far in your own world to even properly react or flinch.

He spits onto his cock to lube it up that extra bit & then pulls out the vibrator, completely soaking wet as he turns it off & lays it on the bed. He pumps his cock once then lines it up to your folds before slowly pushing in.

He lets out a loud groan as his eyes snap shut & his head rises up to face the ceiling, trying his best to not blow instantly. He looks down at you to already see you looking at him, mouth slightly open as your eyebrows are slightly frowned, making faint noises. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you making noises, his much louder than yours, He wants.. needs to be closer to you so he unties your legs from where they're connected & he spreads them enough so he can lie forward, chests connecting as he begins kissing down your neck, whispering things in your ear. "so good for me hunny, trusting me like this.. you are the most beautiful person.. thing, in this entire existence, you.. feel s-so amazing my love, g'na cum in your..my pussy mkay?ffuck." He raises himself off your chest & stands back up, moving his now damp, sweat drenched hair out of his also sweat covered face.

He reaches down to tug on the rope against your tits again, dragging red marks into your flesh which makes him whine even more just simply at the sight. Your eyes are completely glossy as your tongue is rolling out of your mouth & your babbling incoherent words. Hyunjin reaches down to play with your clit again & you let out a choked louder whine at the feeling, twitching as you clamp around hyunjins dick as you come again, even stronger than the previous ones if that's even possible which makes Hyunjins hips stutter.

"cummin' around me b-baby? g-g-d you're a w-w-work of art, my own muse, gna cum, t-t-you feel too good." He grunts as he leans into you again, stroking your cheek & your hair s he cums inside you, biting down on his pink plump lips as his own orgasm shoots through his veins.

You both stay in this position for a few minutes, heavy breathing & little whimpers filling the room. Hyunjin uses the rest of his strength to pick himself up again & he begins untying you from the rope, kissing all of the red marks & soothing them with his fingers. He leans up & kisses your lips & tip of your nose before he grabs a damp towel he set on the dresser before the scene started & slowly wipes your cunt, cleaning it up & trying to help calm down some of the swelling.

He positions you back up so your head is on the pillows & comes up & lies next to you as he gets the bottle of water he had left in the bedroom & opens it & holds it to your lips. "cmon baba, you gotta drink this, hm? this took a lot out of you" he whispers in your ear, you don't reply but you part your lips for him to feed you some water which you swallow. He places the water bottle back on the bedside table & he cuddles into you, surrounding you in his warmth as he kisses all possible areas he can reach of you. "Happpy valentines day, my love" he says, kissing your earlobe, admiring you as your eyes shut, breathing now calming down as you nuzzle yourself in his chest, skin on skin as you're both still lying naked, no noise in the room except the clock ticking & your breathing.

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Chapter Three

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"(Y/N)!!! Hurry! Hurry!" cried Charlie who was waiting with his parents.

"One second! I'm coming!"

You were finishing styling your long hair (Y/H/C). You put your hairbrush on the bedside table before leaving your room to join the Bucket family. All eyes were on you. You ran your hands nervously over your new skirt.

"It suits me well?" you asked with an embarrassed smile.

"You're so beautiful," Charlie said smiling at you.

"A beautiful young woman" commented Grandma Josephine.

"Maybe you'll finally find a man for a husband," joked Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"Come on kids. We gotta get going before we're late," Mrs. Bucket said as she picked up the coats. "Let's go! Let's go!"

You kissed your grandparents who wished you a good day. You were uncomfortable when you kissed Grandpa Joe who patted your back. He refused to talk to you or even look at you. It wasn't your fault it was also your dream to meet Willy Wonka. You were wishing your grandparents a good day, leaving the cabin with your uncle, your aunt and Charlie. The boy was more excited than you, literally making you run to get to the chocolate factory as quickly as possible. Your excitement subsided when you saw the crowd gathering in front of the gates. You showed them your golden ticket. The police let you pass and put you in line with the other families. Charlie took your hand looking shyly at the other children. Beside them, you were doing a bit of a task. Augustus was eating his chocolate with his mouth wide open, Violet was chewing gum loudly, Mike was tapping his foot nervously and Veruca was ordering her father to move the clock forward so he could go inside.

"Badly behaved children," you thought as you pulled Charlie closer to you.

You and Charlie turned one last time to see Mr. and Mrs. Bucket waving at each other and blowing kisses. At ten o'clock sharp, the gates of the chocolate factory opened. Your hand tightened around Charlie's.

"Please enter!"

The group entered quickly, passing the huge gate.

"Come forward"

The group advanced to the huge gates.

"Close the gates!"

The gates closed with an ominous creak as the group continued to advance to the doors.

"Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. Who am I? Well..."

The group stopped in front of the huge doors that revealed huge red velvet curtains, which opened on a musical puppet show that sang the glory of Willy Wonka. Your gaze fell on Charlie. The boy was looking at you as perplexed as you. The other parents and children were also perplexed, except Mrs. Gloop and her son. The end of the show was ludicrous, a firework was triggered which set fire to the puppets, melting them and making their eyes pop out of their sockets. The music distorted before finally shutting up. What had just happened? The group was snapped out of their minds by hearing someone giggle and clap frantically. All eyes fell on the man who was smiling with all his perfectly white and perfectly aligned teeth. Your eyes widened when you saw that the excited man was none other than the strange man who had helped you and offered the clothes you were wearing. The man was quickly climbing the stairs, carefully observing his guests.

"Who are you?" Violet asked with an unpleasant tone.

"Willy Wonka," you say in a small voice.

"Really?" Charlie asked under his breath.

Willy observed his guests with a huge smile, his breathing was noisy. His gaze met yours. You quickly looked away, preferring to focus on your new shoes. God, that was terribly embarrassing.

"Good morning, starshine! The Earth says hello!"

The guests watched Willy Wonka in awkward silence. Seeing this, the famous chocolatier rummaged in his coat to pull out small cards.

"Dear guests, greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand," he said, holding out his hand to his guests when he realized he shouldn't have said that line. He quickly retracted his hand. "My name is Willy Wonka."

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" Veruca asked, pointing to the throne that had appeared during the show.

"I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now, couldt I, little girl?"

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie called, taking a step forward. "I don't know if you remember, but our grandfather worked in your chocolate factory."

"Was he one of tose despicable spies who every day tried to steal my life's work and sell it to tose parasitic copycat candy making cads?" he asked in a harsh and threatening tone.

By reflex, you put your arm around your cousin, drawing him towards you, glaring severely at the chocolatier. Willy lifted his head slightly, meeting your eyes (Y/E/C). You held his gaze, daring him to go after your Charlie.

"N-no, sir," Charlie replied shyly.

"Good! Say hello to him," Willy replied cheerfully. "Let's get a move on, kids!"

Willy turned his back on his guests, rushing into his chocolate factory at a rapid pace. Seeing this, everyone quickly caught up with the famous chocolatier. Augustus asked him if he wanted to know their first name. To which Willy replied that he didn't see the point before changing the subject, saying that they had a lot to do. The group arrived in a huge corridor and were struck by the sweltering heat.

"Just drop your coats anywhere," Willy said pulling off his long red velvet jacket which he threw on the floor along with his weird sunglasses.

"Mr. Wonka. It sure is toasty in here," Mr. Teavee said, removing his jacket.

"What?" asked the chocolatier, turning to the man. "Oh! Yes! I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold."

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time," he said before looking at you. "Now..."

You felt your cheeks blush when you saw his eyes for the first time. He was looking you up and down, a proud smile stretching his lips. The chocolatier started walking, crossing the huge hallway when Violet hugged him. Willy tensed, grimacing in disgust.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde!" she said while loudly chewing her gum

"Oh... I don't care," he replied with a small forced smile as he continued on his way.

"Well, you should care! I'm the kid who's gonna win the special prize at the end."

"Well, you do seem confident, and confident is key."

You looked at Willy perplexed. He didn't seem convinced of what he had just said. On the other hand, mrs. Beauregarde was delighted. Veruca rushed in front of the chocolatier who was forced to stop, his expression distorted by another grimace.

"I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir," she said with a small bow.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot."

You couldn't help but giggle. Willy looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile appeared on his lips when his attention was drawn to Augustus Gloop, his face covered in dry chocolate and crunching a piece of chocolate with his teeth.

"I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate!"

"I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common," he said halfheartedly before turning back to Mike. "You. You're the little devil who cracked the system. As for you two... you're only lucky to be here. And the rest of you must be their-"

Willy was gagging trying to say that word. Mr. Salt said the word parent, which made Willy laugh nervously.

"Yeah! Moms and dads," he said before his eyes clouded over. "Dad? Daddy..."

"Mr Wonka?" you called passing your hand in front of the chocolatier who came out of his trance. "Are you doing well?"

"Sure, Barley sugar. Let's move along."

Willy turned his back on the small group, advancing to the door which was at the end of the corridor. You couldn't help glancing at Willy out of the corner of your eye. You would never have believed that this extravagant man ran this world-famous chocolate factory. Was this guy making fun of you? He had listened to your complaints against your family, he had offered you his clothes that you dreamed of having. Your fingers twitched thinking of something. Willy knew you had won the day you found the golden ticket. When you first met, he must have thought you looked grotesque in Grandma Georgina's old clothes and he didn't want to be ashamed in front of the reporters. Willy Wonka bought you his clothes to avoid public humiliation. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Charlie's hand tug on your sweater. You realized that the hallway was shrinking more and more. The adults had no choice but to crouch in front of the tiny door. How were they going to get into the room?

"Important room, this," Willy said, pulling out a big bunch of keys. "After all, it is a chocolate factory."

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike muttered.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolate flavor inside! haha!"

This answer was strange. Willy inserted the key in the lock, slowly unlocking the tiny door. The chocolate maker slowly reached for the door, the leather of his glove making a creaking sound, to push the double door wide enough to let the group in. The smell of chocolate and sugar penetrated your nostrils. The ground was covered with grass and some strange plant you had never seen, there was a chocolate waterfall and a river running through the huge room.

"Now, do be careful, my dear children. Don't lose your heads. Don't get over excited. Just keep... very... calm," Willy said calmly.

In shock, Augustus dropped his bar into the grass. You carefully observed the surroundings, not hearing Charlie whisper that this place was magnificent and Willy's gaze resting on you, affirming the words of your young cousin. You didn't notice the glare Madame Beauregarde left you either.

"Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality," Willy began as he walked into the room, followed closely by his guests before turning to them. "The waterfall is most important. Mixes the chocolate. Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the wolrd mixes its chocolate and waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank. "

The chocolatier started walking again, leading the little group into the room. All of his sweets made your mouth water, but there were so many things you didn't know where to start. The group was crossing a small bridge, passing over the chocolate river when your attention was caught by a strange machine, flying above your heads.

"People!" Willy called, catching the attention of his guests. "Those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away, all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah. And do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass. Please have a blade. Please do. it's so delectable and so darn good-looking."

"You can eat the grass?" Charlie asked, clinging to your arm.

"Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children. And is, in fact, frowned upon in most societies."

This Willy Wonka had a pretty weird sense of humor.

"Enjoy!" he exclaimed, separating you with a wave of his hand. "Go on! Scoot! Scoot!"

The group quickly separated to run for the sweets they were craving so much. Charlie let go of your arm to go to his side. You were getting closer to a plant made entirely out of some sort of chocolate bulb. You withdrew one of the bulbs uncertainly before bringing it to your lips, crunching the candy. The taste of the chocolate was exquisite and the cream soft. It was the best chocolate you had eaten.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

You jumped when you heard your host's voice. You turned to Willy Wonka. The strange man had his Cheshire smile on his lips as his hands gripped his cane.

"I knew this clothes pulled beautifully, Barley sugar. You look lovely," he praised, smiling at you.

"T-thank you," you say uncomfortably, running your free hand up your skirt. "I thank you again for this gifts, mr Wonka."

"Mr Wonka makes me look old. Please call me Willy, Barley sugar. I would love to know your name too. Now we are no longer strangers."

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said dreamily, testing her name on his lips. "It's a very nice name. So (Y/N), do you like the visit?"

"Yes, this piece is extraordinary," you say, smiling. "There are so many things to taste, but it's impossible to know where to start."

"This way!"

Willy grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the edge of the river where there were flowers whose petals looked like pale pink crystals. The chocolatier picked one of the flowers. He took out a petal and brought it to your mouth. Your cheeks began to blush, you parted your lips, slightly sticking out your tongue, allowing Willy to lay the pale pink petal there. The candy melted on your tongue, the taste was so sweet. Could the morning dew have a taste?

"Morning dew?" you asked surprised.

"Yes, a delicate candy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up a new petal that he was examining before eating it. "So fragile and refined. Kind of like you."

Hearing that, you had a hard time swallowing the candy. Why did he have to say such an embarrassing thing? You were about to ask him why he hadn't told you who he was when you got home, but Willy stuffed the candy into your mouth preventing you from asking any questions.

"Later, Barley sugar," he said in a low, deep voice, running his fingers over your cheek. "We have plenty of time."

"Daddy, look over there! What is it? It's a little person! Over there, by the waterfall," Verruca exclaimed drawing the others' attention.

Everyone was closing in on the little girl, staring at the oddly short man who was working to harvest the sweet plants. You were taken out of your contemplation by feeling someone push you, forcing you to step back. Your gaze met that of Mrs. Beauregarde. She looked you up and down before chuckling. You felt your heart sink when you saw her laughing at you. You nervously played with your fingers, unaware that the other adults had noticed several other identical little men and the story of Willy in the land of Loompaland.

"Augustus, my child! It's not a good thing you do!" growled Mrs. Gloop.

All attention was now on Augustus. The boy was on the other side of the bank, he plunged his hand into the river to drink the chocolate.

"Hey, little boy," Willy called as he approached the edge of the river. "My chocolate must be untouched by human hands!"

To everyone's surprise, Augustus lost his balance and fell headlong into the river. Mrs. Gloop gasped in shock as Willy rolled his eyes, annoyed at what was happening. The boy's mother rushed to the chocolatier telling him that her son could not swim. Despite the urgency, Willy remained impassive. His gaze rested on the pipes which were getting dangerously close. The corner of his lips quirked up as the pipe dipped into the chocolate and began sucking in the liquid. Your eyes widened as the power of the suction began to swirl, pulling poor Augustus in. The boy disappeared into the chocolate before reappearing in the pipe. The pressure from the machine increased, propelling the chubby boy into the pipe.

"There he goes," Violet said in a monotonous voice.

"Call the fire brigade!" exclaimed Mrs. Gloop panicked.

"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough," Mrs. Beauregarde replied, ignoring Mrs. Gloop's panic.

"It isn't big enough," Charlie replied. "He's slowing down!"

"He's gonna stuck," Mike continued.

"He's stuck," Mr. Teavee said as he saw Augustus plug the pipe.

"He's blocked the whole pipe," said Mr. Salt.

Your attention was drawn to the Oompa Loompas. They had begun to hum and move in rhythm.

"What are they doing?" Veruca asked.

"They're going to treat us to a little song," Willy replied with a huge smile. "It is quite the special occasion. They haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon."

The Oompa Loompas began to sing a song about Augustus and his gluttony, all while dancing a suspicious choreography. At the end of the song, poor Augustus was sucked into the container before the "flying saucer" left the room. Willy was the only person to applaud the performance of his employees.

"Bravo! Well done!" he congratulated. "Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?"

"I say that all seemed rather rehearsed," Mr. Salt said suspiciously.

"Like they knew it was going to happen," Mike continued mumbling.

"Oh, poppycock," Willy replied as he walked towards the next post before being stopped by Mrs. Gloop.

"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" she asked, pointing to the pipe that was pissing off her poor boy.

“That pipe, it just so happens to lead directly to the room where I make delicious strawberry-flavored chocolate-coated fudge."

"He will be made into strawberry-coated chocolate-flavored fudge! They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world?"

"No. I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible! Can you imagine Augustus-flavored-chocolate-coated-Gloop? Ew! No one would buy it."

"You surprise me," you muttered.

Charlie clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from chuckling at your comment. You thought you saw Willy looking at you with an amused smile before making a strange cry. An Oompa Loompa arrived in front of his boss, eyeing him stoically. He was so small.

"I want you to take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room, Okay? Help her find her son. Take a long stick and start poking around in the chocolate-mixing barrel, Okay?"

The Oompa Loompa nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Willy made the same gesture. The Oompa Loompa uncrossed his arms bowing in front of the chocolatier before approaching Mrs. Gloop. He tugged at her skirt, urging her to follow him. Mrs. Gloop left the room, leaving the group behind. The room had become silent.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Huh?"

"How would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa Loompa's song, unless-?" Charlie asked.

"Improvisation is a parlor trick. Anyone can do it," Willy replied before turning to Violet. "You, little girl, say something. Anything."

"Chewing gum," she replied without hesitation.

"Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See? Exactly the same!" he said looking at new Charlies.

"No, it isn't," muttered Mike.

"You really shouldn't mumble. Because I can't understand a word you're saying," Willy said looking down at Mike before sighing and smiling. "Now, on with tour?"

The group stood in front of a tunnel entrance. A drumbeat rose through the air. A boat, resembling a candy pink seahorse was approaching. The sugar ship stopped in front of the group and the drumbeat ceased. The Oompa Loopams laughed like idiots as they eyed the group.

"What's so funny?" Violet asked irritably.

"I think it's from all those doggone cocoa beans. By the way, did you guys know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling of being in love," he says as he lays his eyes on you .

You looked away, nervously clearing your throat as you put your arms around Charlier's shoulders. The boy was looking at you puzzled before his gaze landed on Willy Wonka. The atmosphere was strange. The moment was broken by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"You don't say," she said in a sultry voice.

Willy was ill at ease seeing the lustful look given to him by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"All abouard," he said nervously, motioning the group up.

The last three parents came up quickly, accompanied by their offspring. Charlie got into the boat first, settling on the last bench. You were about to get on when Willy held out his hand. You swallowed, staring at the chocolate maker who was smiling at you.

"Some help?" he asked, smiling at you.

"Yes thanks."

You took Willy's hand and climbed into the boat. You sat down next to Charlie, who snuggled up against you when he saw Willy settling down next to you. Your cousin brought his lips closer to your ear, placing his hands so no one else could hear what he was saying.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you," he said before stepping back, chuckling.

"Stop talking nonsense," you say, shaking your head slightly.

"Onwards!"

The Oompa Loopam resumed beating the drum, setting the pace for his fellows. The boat resumed sailing, towards the entrance to the tunnel. Willy pulled out a candy pink ladle from under his seat, dipping it into the chocolate river and giving it to you.

"Here. Try some of this. It'll do you good. You look starved to death."

You took a sip of the chocolate before handing the ladle to Charlie.

"It's delicious," you say, glaring at Willy and smiling.

"That's because it's mixed by waterfall," he says smiling at you before looking at the others. "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate up. Churns it up, makes it light and frothy. And by the way, no other factory in the world-"

"You already said that," Veruca cut in, giving the chocolatier a bored look.

Willy was upset that he got cut like that. He slowly curled his finger, the leather making an unpleasant noise. The chocolatier's expression had grown stern as he looked at the children one by one.

"You're all quite short, aren't you?" he said, completely changing the subject.

"Well, yeah! We're children!" scolded Violet, continuing to chew her gum loudly.

"Well, that's no excuse! I was never as short as you."

"You were once," Mike replied.

"Was not! Know why? Because I distinctly remember placing a hat on top of my head," Willy said as he adjusted his hat on his head. "Look at you short, little arms. You could never reach."

"Do you even remember what it was like being a kid?" Charlie asked curiously, clinging to your arm.

"Boy, do I!" Willy laughed when his eyes grew cloudy and his smile faded. "Do I?"

You looked at Willy puzzled. He seemed to be reliving a painful memory. You put your hand on Willy's forearm, exerting a slight pressure that brought him out of his trance. The chocolatier turned his head towards you, his gaze boring into yours. Were you dreaming or were his eyes purple? Did he wear contact lenses? Your hand slid down his forearm, reaching for Willy's hand.

"Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka! We're headed for a tunnel," Charlie said.

You jumped when you realized what you were doing. You withdrew your hand from Willy's, avoiding his gaze, preferring to look at your new boots.

"Oh! Yeah," Willy replied. "Full speed ahead!"

The Oompa Loompa hit faster and the others rowed harder. The boat accelerated entering the dark tunnel. You couldn't see anything.

"How can they see where they're going?" Violet asked puzzled.

"They can't," Willy answered. "There's no knowing where they're going. Switch on the lights!"

The lights came on, illuminating the tunnel as the ship rolled forward. You couldn't suppress a terrified cry as you felt the boat being carried away by a much too fast current. On the first wave, you grabbed Willy's forearm. The chocolatier looked at you, an amused smile appeared on his lips when he saw you terrified. The boat was suddenly slowed down. You caught your breath when you realized you were holding Willy's forearm firmly. You excused yourself quickly, letting go of the chocolatier's hand, who was content to smile.

"People. Keep an eye out! We're passing some very important rooms here," Willy said looking at some strange doors.

You looked at the doors that seemed worthy of keeping safes with neon lights. Everything here was so strange. Mrs. Beauregarde's attention was drawn to a door where it was written "hair cream." Violet's mother turned to Willy, blinking.

“What do you use hair cream for?”

"To lock in moisture," the chocolate maker replied, laughing and lightly patting his hair.

You rolled your eyes, bringing your attention to the other doors. Your attention and that of Charlie was drawn to a room, the door of which was wide open, revealing Oompa Loopam whipping a cow who was quietly ruminating, not disturbed by the blows.

"Whip cream!" you say at the same time.

"Precisely!" laughed Willy, looking down at the two cousins.

"That doesn't make sense," Veruca replied, turning to the chocolatier and rolling her eyes.

Willy's smile disappeared as he turned his head towards the infamous girl.

"For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips! Everybody knows that," he said with a smirk.

Veruca was shaking her head, turning her back on the chocolatier. It moved slightly, cracking the back of its neck. The interaction with Veruca had pissed him off, but he was trying to hide it. The sound of the drum grew louder and faster. Hearing that, Willy turned to you, taking your hand in his. You were watching the puzzled chocolate maker as the boat took a second steep descent. You closed your eyes clinging to Willy's arm when the ship made a complete turn on itself before slowing down abruptly.

"Stop the boat!" Willy ordered before looking at you. "I want to show you something."

"W-what?"

Willy chuckled as he pointed to the door in front of which the boat was stopping: Inventing Room.

#charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie bucket #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #x reader #mrs bucket #mr.bucket #golden ticket #grandpa george #grandpa joe #grandma georgina #grandma josephine #oompa loompa #fanfiction #female reader

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 | 𝑨 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"His jeweled carriage and rust orange jacket– his hand-worked leather shoes– suffocate him when he looks at you. They break his heart for you."

cw fem!reader, explicit violence, blood. semi-dissociative sequence <1k

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It’s too humid to breathe the day Her Majesty pulls you from bloody rubble. Literal rubble, her fists buried in the remains of your chimney until she’s able to grasp the clammy body of the little girl stuck hiding inside when bandits came asking for her father.

She killed them that day, on a goodwill trip through the farthest villages of the kingdom. Your mother would have said, “A bit of warning next time, Majesty,” and gone on about the state of the house and garden. She would have cracked jokes about the dirt floor, "just needing a good scrub," and now knowing the queen, you know the two of them would have gotten along so well if your mother wasn’t dead.

If the queen’s blade pierced the dusty bandit in your kitchen faster than his had pierced your father, she would have been a hostage to his ramblings about your family’s great big fruit trees.

She might have smiled at you wrapped around the leg of a table you were barely taller than at six. Instead she watches you with such a supernatural mix of horror and relief you’re not positive she’s even real. She's the sun. Her pale face and halo of golden hair are all you can see out of the hole she’s dug in the rubble. You watched the blood drain from your mother’s throat a few minutes ago and that feels much more real than this.

Seven people are dead in the ruins of your house and the queen only killed five of them because she wasn’t fast enough to save your parents. Or your village. She wasn’t fast enough to keep the last one from blowing up your chimney or to stop the fields from burning. They’re still burning for miles when she carries you outside because she made it in time to watch it happen, but not in time to stop it. Her gold-trimmed carriage is waiting. There’s blood spatter across the right panel but you can’t tell because of the red paint, and when you’re six you wonder things like, “Did she do that on purpose? A blood colored carriage? Does she kill bandits often?” When you’re six you don’t ever think, “I wonder if my mother will have her throat slit today? When is that sword going to stop my father’s heart?”

“Masaru!” The queen kicks the door in and she’s shaking like you’ll never see again, “I got– got her– there was one!”

Her husband uncurls from around their son and he’s not wearing armor like his wife. Jeanist is here but you don’t know him yet and he appears over the queen’s shoulders when she hurries you into the safety of her fancy velvet box.

You reach out a hand dumbly– it doesn’t look like your hand– and you can’t feel the autumn breeze, or the velvet seats, or the warm woman wrapped around you, or her husband’s fingers wiping something from your face. You hate velvet. You think it’s strange you can’t feel that at least.

Bakugou is six years old and has never seen a dead body before. Right now, you’re the closest thing he’ll get before he has to attend his grandmother’s funeral in three years. You haven’t blinked since his mother locked the carriage door and you’re staring right through him like she mistook you for something that was alive in her rush to save her citizens. They were supposed to be taking a nice trip around the countryside.

You’re nestled deep in her lap while the horses race over bumps and roots back to the castle because if you weren’t you’d tumble to the floor like a limply sewn doll. His jeweled carriage and rust orange jacket– his hand-worked leather shoes– suffocate him when he looks at you. They break his heart for you. You’re even smaller than he is and paler than looks healthy. You’re not saying a word. He’s afraid of you. Your tattered dress and broken bare feet. Blood drips from your hair and down your face on both sides, and his father is trying to wipe it away with his sleeve-- the king is smearing blood on his silk sleeve and that feels suffocating too.

For the first time in his life, his mother is absolutely silent. His parents exchange looks that he won’t know the meaning of for a few years. Right now Bakugou is six and his feathery blond hair is damp with sweat from the summer haze and the fires of the farming village behind them. No one’s alive anymore to put them out.

No one’s alive anymore. You’re six, not stupid. You reach your hand up to touch the velvet wallpaper under the carriage window but there’s nothing under your fingers. You can’t even feel your fingers against one another and the little boy is looking at you with tears in his eyes. Bakugou watches as you paw at the walls and scratch at the velvet so hard it gets stuck under your nails. You’re still staring ahead but now there are tears dripping from your chin– the color is coming back to your face– you’re coming back to life and Bakugou grasps your hand across the aisle because it’s scratching at bare wood and you’ll hurt yourself!

He holds your little fingers in his while his father pulls him close. His mother drags her palm up your forehead to feel your temperature and to swipe stray hairs from your wet face because you’re sobbing now and relief washes over her like riptide. Bakugou looks exactly like his mother. He looks like the sun and the only thing you can feel is his hand in yours.

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#i truly am so excited to share this with you all #it's finally out!!#bakugou x reader #a hymn to black water #bakugo x reader #mha #fantasy au #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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Unraveling the Symbolism of Cloaks in Sansa’s Arc

I know this has been discussed to death but I have thoughts

Boreas by John William Waterhouse

Cloaks are devices of protection. In a literal sense, a cloak protects the wearer from the elements and can be used to conceal (protect) their identity. But cloaks in ASOIAF are also symbolic.

In the series, cloaks are often used to signify the allegiance of the wearer. The Lannister guards wear red cloaks, the City Watch wear gold cloaks, the guardsmen at the Eyrie wear sky-blue cloaks, and the knights of the Kingsguard wear white cloaks. But these cloaks don’t just represent fealty: the Lannister guards, the City Watch, the Eyrie guards, and the Kingsguard all serve primarily protective functions.

Cloaks also feature prominently in the wedding ceremonies of the Faith of the Seven, the old gods, and the Lord of Light. In all three cases, the maiden’s cloak represents the protection of the bride’s father, while the bride’s cloak represents the protection of her new husband. Cloaks in ASOIAF tend to symbolize protection. Not always, but often.

One of the first noteworthy cloaks in Sansa’s arc is the Kingsguard cloak that Sandor gives her to cover herself with when Joffrey has Ser Boros beat and strip her in front of the court.

As he laid the flat of the blade across her thighs, she thought her legs might break from the force of the blow. Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It will be over soon. She soon lost count of the blows. “Enough,” she heard the Hound rasp. “No it isn’t,” the king replied. “Boros, make her naked.” ... “Someone give the girl something to cover herself with,” the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine. Sansa III, ACOK

Being one of the Kingsguard and in service to the Lannisters, Sandor can’t really defy Joffrey the way Tyrion can. Regardless, he clearly doesn’t like seeing her hurt or humiliated, and he takes the first opportunity to give Sansa his cloak so that she can cover herself. The imagery of the last line is also revealing. Like his cloak, Sandor is often coarse and unpleasant, but Sansa is grateful for his protection. Still, he could have done more to stop the abuse, which we later learn is something he’s ashamed of:

He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. “And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her.” Arya XIII, ASOS

Despite Sandor’s disillusionment with knights and knighthood, he still associates the white cloak of the Kingsguard with the chivalric principles that “true knights” are expected to uphold: courage, honor, loyalty, justice, courtesy, and protection. And he knows that by standing by and doing nothing while an innocent young woman is assaulted, he has disgraced those principles.

So the white cloak represents the ideals of knighthood to Sandor. Now let’s talk about the Blackwater. The second cloak that features prominently in Sansa’s arc is the same as the first, Sandor’s Kingsguard cloak:

“Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps. When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering. Sansa VII, ACOK

Sandor leaves behind his cloak, and not simply because he’s deserting. Consider Sandor’s response earlier in the scene when Sansa tells him that he won’t be able to get out of the city because the gates are shut:

“Not to me. I have the white cloak. And I have this.” He patted the pommel of his sword. Sansa VII, ACOK

Having the authority of his Kingsguard cloak would’ve made it easier for Sandor to escape from King’s Landing, so why doesn’t he take it? Because he sees it as symbolic of chivalric principles. By leaving it with Sansa, he’s acknowledging that he has failed to protect her and has dishonored himself by threatening her.

In both instances, Sandor does not directly put the cloak on Sansa. He tosses it to her or leaves it for her and she chooses to wear it. The first time, she doesn’t have anything else to cover herself with. The second time, she could have sought warmth in a blanket, her own clothing, or literally anything else. But she chooses to wear Sandor’s cloak, even though it’s torn and stained with “blood and fire.” The cloak is not merely functional — it’s symbolic. Sansa is seeking comfort and safety in what the cloak represents to her: Sandor’s protection.

The cloak Sandor leaves behind during the Blackwater also represents him. He’s cynical and disillusioned with the institution of knighthood, but as he’s gotten to know her, Sansa has renewed his desire to be a true knight. Like the cloak, Sandor is burned and covered in the blood of the people he killed in the battle. He’s corrupted and damaged and has done terrible things — but he never truly lost his chivalric values. His cognitive dissonance reaches a breaking point, and he leaves.

The Blackwater scene is not the last we hear of Sandor’s Kingsguard cloak. Sansa also mentions it in ASOS:

She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. Sansa I, ASOS

Sansa keeps the Kingsguard cloak in a chest beneath her summer silks, which represent her hopes and dreams for better days after the winter and the war are over. And Sandor is with them.

But let’s focus on the cedar chest because it’s potentially even more significant:

A hope chest, also called dowry chest, cedar chest, trousseau chest, or glory box is a piece of furniture traditionally used by unmarried young women to collect items, such as clothing and household linen, in anticipation of married life.… As the contents of such a chest would primarily be linens, construction in moth-repellent cedar, or at least a cedar lining, was popular, leading to the name “cedar chest.” Hope Chest

Girl Inspecting Her Hope Chest by Poul Friis Nybo

Maybe this is just a coincidence. Does GRRM even know what a hope chest is?

Yes, he absolutely does:

The cedar chest at the foot of the bed. Her mother always used to call it a hope chest. Did little girls still keep hope chests? She didn’t think so, at least not around here. Maybe there were still places where hope didn’t seem so terribly unrealistic, but this city wasn’t one of them… Hope chests were where you kept your future, all the little things that were part of the dreams that taught you to dream when you were a child. The Skin Trade by GRRM

Sansa keeps Sandor’s Kingsguard cloak in what is essentially a hope chest or dowry chest. A chest meant to collect clothing for future married life.

Sansa refers to the cloak again in AFFC:

He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak. It made no matter. That day was done, and so was Sansa. Alayne II, AFFC

The somewhat resentful tone of the phrase “left me nothing but a bloody cloak” implies that Sansa wishes he’d left her more than that. Or that he hadn’t left her at all. The last line is rather telling as well because Sansa obviously isn’t done, as Littlefinger explains in the very same chapter. He intends to reveal her true identity and claim Winterfell as her birthright:

“Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon… and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back… why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa… Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?” Petyr Baelish, Alayne II, AFFC

He even calls her Sansa in this passage, not Alayne. If Sansa isn’t done, then the day Sandor left her his cloak isn’t done either.

So, Sansa wears Sandor’s cloak on at least two occasions and keeps it in a hope chest. Let’s look at the other significant cloaks that appear in Sansa’s storyline. First is the maiden’s cloak she’s forced to wear for her wedding to Tyrion:

“The cloak,” she commanded, and the women brought it out: a long cloak of white velvet heavy with pearls. A fierce direwolf was embroidered upon it in silver thread. Sansa looked at it with sudden dread. “Your father’s colors,” said Cersei, as they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain. A maiden’s cloak. Sansa’s hand went to her throat. She would have torn the thing away if she had dared. Sansa III, ASOS

The imagery of the chain around Sansa’s neck is quite clear: she’s a prisoner. She’s being coerced into this marriage against her will. This cloak is supposed to represent her father’s protection, but it’s being forced on her by the very people who murdered him. Joffrey plays the role of Sansa’s father during the ceremony, especially cruel considering that he was the one to order Ned Stark’s execution. After Joffrey removes her maiden’s cloak, Tyrion has difficulty with the bride’s cloak:

His uncle’s part went less well. The bride’s cloak he held was huge and heavy, crimson velvet richly worked with lions and bordered with gold satin and rubies. No one had thought to bring a stool, however, and Tyrion stood a foot and a half shorter than his bride. As he moved behind her, Sansa felt a sharp tug on her skirt. He wants me to kneel, she realized, blushing. She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp. Sansa III, ASOS

Like her bride’s cloak, Sansa’s marriage to Tyrion is oppressive. Rather than making her feel safe, the weight of it is burdensome. And the fact that Tyrion struggles to cloak her implies something else — he isn’t right for her. The bride’s cloak is supposed to represent the protection of her new husband, but Tyrion can’t protect Sansa:

It was not enough, though. He had wrapped his cloak around her shoulders and sworn to protect her, but that was as cruel a jape as the crown the Freys had placed atop the head of Robb Stark's direwolf after they'd sewn it onto his headless corpse. Sansa knew that as well. Tyrion VII, ASOS

So what would she prefer? A cloak of protection from someone tall and strong. Do we know anyone who is tall and strong and protective of Sansa? Maybe someone whose cloak she has voluntarily worn before? Just in case there’s still any doubt, let’s look at the fabric of the maiden’s cloak and bride’s cloak Sansa wears during her wedding to Tyrion — velvet. When has Sansa mentioned velvet before, specifically in relation to cloaks?

Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine. Sansa III, ACOK

There is one other mention of a cloak in Sansa’s POV chapters that stands out:

Sansa was trembling. "She's cold," she heard someone say. He took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders. "There, is that better, my lady? Rest easy, the worst is past and done." She knew the voice. But he's in the Vale, she thought. ... The cabin was low and cramped, but a featherbed had been laid upon the narrow sleeping shelf to make it more comfortable, and thick furs piled atop it. “It will be snug, I know, but you shouldn’t be too uncomfortable.” Littlefinger pointed out a cedar chest under the porthole. “You’ll find fresh garb within. Dresses, smallclothes, warm stockings, a cloak. Wool and linen only, I fear. Unworthy of a maid so beautiful, but they’ll serve to keep you dry and clean until we can find you something finer.” Sansa V, ASOS

The first thing Littlefinger does after “rescuing” Sansa from King’s Landing is cloak her without her express consent. This is also the only other mention of a cedar chest in any of Sansa’s POV chapters. He’s giving Sansa a hope chest. But it’s not full of her hopes for the future, it’s full of his. Cloaking Sansa and giving her a hope chest reveals that his plans for her definitely involve marriage — but to who? As far as she knows, he’s arranged for her to wed Harry the Heir (yet another betrothal she doesn’t want). But we know he’s been plotting to keep her for himself since the moment he first saw her at the Hand’s tourney. And his attention makes her feel stifled and uncomfortable:

“I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle. I fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more.” He stepped closer. “This.” Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. Feebly, she tried to squirm, but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him. His mouth was on hers, swallowing her words. He tasted of mint. For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss… before she turned her face away and wrenched free. Sansa VII, ASOS

In this scene, Littlefinger is helping Sansa build a miniature Winterfell out of snow, alluding to how he supposedly wants to help her reclaim her birthright. But he has an ulterior motive in both cases: he wants her. And unlike Sandor and Tyrion, he doesn’t care that she doesn’t want him. When she protests, he swallows her words, stifling her. This is pretty clear evidence of his intentions for her. But how will Sansa react to his plans? The last line is a good clue — she yields at first (as she has so far in ASOS and AFFC) but then wrenches free of him.

Let’s reiterate this point because it’s important: of the cloaks mentioned here, Sandor’s is the only one that Sansa makes an active choice to wear (and keep) when she has the power to do so. But there is one thing these cloaks have in common — they are all either explicitly or implicitly associated with marriage. When Sansa finally has the agency and opportunity to choose her own husband, who will it be?

#sansan saturdays #sansan summer #get her a dog #sansan meta #sansan #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #sansa stark

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For the oc angsty ask thing: break, desire, and/or pain for Hollyhock? (Sorry I’m just so feral for them and their lore. I need to know more about their life with the witches of hemlock or literally just anything about them. I’m gonna explode I love Hollyhock so much.) anyways to make up for the angsty asks about them, here’s a nicer ask for them: would Hollyhock wear one of those silky ruffly nightgown/ robes with the fur trim? I don’t know how else to describe it other than that the robe looks exactly like something a newly widowed rich woman in the golden age of Hollywood would wear, lounging in it while draped against a velvet lounge somewhere in her (newly acquired) mansion that she so conveniently inherited from her recently deceased rich husband.

OH, hey, someone remembered the Witches of Hemlock! Cheers!

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

It would be when they first escaped the Witches and came to Hell and they had a much harder time finding blood. This leave them weak, starved, and practically feral. They don't remember how it happened but next thing they knew they had ripped open a demon in some back alley, just enough disgusting tasting blood to bring them back to their senses. That was when they had a breakdown, feeling out of control and pathetic. It did lead them realizing that they needed to start making connections and finding proper sources of blood, but it was a long and lonely night.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

God, Hollyhock wants to be loved. Not just romantically, but admired and respected and enjoyed. They will never admit this, even to themselves, least they invite pity rather than respect. But this is why they try to be the biggest and most impressive in the room, they want to bask in the glow of positive attention.

And yes, Hollyhock would totally wear a beautiful dramatic "just killed my husband for this" night robe. One of the silky ones, with delicate embroidery. Preferably in red, as it does look good on them.

#ask #hollyhock

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Little Sailors Have No Chance

Vox x Celeb/Singer Reader <3 Pt 4. pt 3 ... pt 5

In the span of 12 hours you had committed murder suicide with your abusive spouse, landed in hell where you were now a pretty fish demon, walked up to the biggest most important people in hells entertainment industry and landed a job on the spot...

Its only going to get crazier.

The TV head man had vanished into thin air after looking you up and down again to go deal with whoever "tore up velvets best model" that you were now replacing.

She had wasted no time using some sort of demon magic to change your clothes a dozen times and have some other demons do you're makeup. "well love you have been making quite a splash no pun intended and Im starting to see what the buzz is for. Stunning and you killed your husband? Truely a siren the name is brilliant luring poor sailor men to their death that blindly follow your charm, maybe that's what your fans should be called well, we'll talk all about a deal after the show." she blabs on as she adorns you with accessories and motions for you to spin, stand etc.

"Ok darlings" she calls out to the room. "its showtime!"

You will admit you've never walked a runway but you were going to do everything in your power to not make a fool of yourself. The lights and cameras and audience at least you were accustomed to. When you walked you saw that same man from earlier in the front row, with the TV head. When you stopped to pose at the front you saw him whisper something to another man next to him with sunglasses and a red-looking coat. You saw him smirk before you walked back behind the curtain. In the time the interns got you ready you had learned that the Vs on the building stood for the three owners of the cooperation. Velvet, Valentino, and Vox. You assumed the two men up front were Valentino and Vox since you remember seeing an ad or two with their faces on your walk toward the building.

After the show had concluded Velvet had pulled you aside.

" So little Siren, you've only been here a day and yet you've made quite a splash. Thats good thats-"

"good television" Out of thin air you watch little sparks materialize into the TV head man you saw earlier, Vox. He grins down at you sinisterly cutting Velvet off.

"You haven't made any deals yet doll so I take it you're free, for the taking, I mean why else would you wander up here." he grabs your chin making you look at him, inspecting you.

"Quit it Vox this is my deal, she wouldn't be good in your department anyway." Velvet glares at him.

"Chil Velv I'm here just for the entertainment and also to give our new guest a little present clearly she's lost she needs something familiar to her." Vox pulls a phone with a V logo on the back and hands it to you which you nervously take from him.

"I'm sorry what do you mean deal?" you ask nervously

"See what I mean poor things clueless," he states, you sense a mischievous undertone in his voice that makes you uneasy but ignore it.

"for your soul, duh kinda how hell works, you give me your soul you can work here and I'll give you fame and riches and protection for the angels yadda yadda and of course, you'll take it because we're like the best overlords in the pentagram" Velvet states.

You pause "Wait my soul? Isn't that movie shit you not serious right like so funny and also what the fuck is an overlord?"

Velvet twitches "You think I'm a joke princess? you gotta learn how stuff works around here quickly, it's kill or be killed when extermination comes around and if you wanna live best bet is with us and I don't make these offers often." she snarls.

"I'm not giving you my soul. It's kinda... my soul? you know when people say they sold their soul for fame or whatever I didn't sign up to do it literally. And I don't know what this extermination is but uh I'm already in hell I ain't trying to make it worse." you state backing up slightly.

Velvet gets back in your face even angrier as the TV man looks at you in slight shock.

"You're rejecting the Vs. That's priceless you know I would ask if you were born yesterday but technically you were so I'll give you some slack and not kill you but you're making a huge mistake." she grits her teeth

"I'll sign a normal contract. I know this is hell but... I'll sign a contract like the one I had above for my music label which is basically selling my soul." you chuckle at your own awkward joke. "I came here because I knew you guys must be the best in the industry so you're right leaving would be a huge mistake but I'm not offering my soul." you pause. "I won't give anyone any power over me like he had" you mumble under your breath.

Velvet scoffs annoyed pausing a moment. "fine one nonbinding soul contract coming up. But this means you may not work with any other companies any releases must be V approved, and you only endorse us, and you get fortune and protection. You're lucky you're famous and pretty." She grits her teeth. Pink magic emerges from her hands as she holds it out.

"Is it a deal?"

The Deal Is A Deal

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #gn reader #vox my beloved #the vees #vox x you

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heyy girlyy (heard u were bored)

do u have any movie or music recommandations ? i really need something new… love u 🫶🏻

Yayyy I love this question 🎀

Just was sitting with my mom to make a list and here's it :

Movies

The love witch

Black swan

Literally every Sofia Coppola movie and if u didn't like them come and kill me istg

Almost famous

Daydream nation

Paris ,Texas

Mulholland drive

Georgia rule

Layla 4 ever

Scarface

The wolf of wall street

Bring it on (every movie, it was literally my childhood lol)

Lisa Frankenstein

Femme fatale

Babylon ( I'd die to watch it for the first time again )

Fresh (if u like it u need therapy btw I love it lol)

Once upon a time in hollywood

Pulp fiction

True romance

Ghost (my mom recommended that for u lol)

Every gean luc Godard movie cuz it's the true art of cinema I adore him and I finished every movie of his, he's basically Sofia Coppola for 60s French sad girls

Roman Holiday

Some like it hot

Daisies

Lolita

The crush 1993

The witch 2015

Bonnie and Clyde 1967 ( the best movie ever)

Big eyes

A walk to remember ( my mom forced me to watch it at 8 because I didn't like the idea of love )

The hating game

Last night in soho (ate)

American psycho (super girly movie)

Pearl and x and maxxxine is gonna be out on July (fav movie after love witch)

Dark shadows and a cure of wellness and scary stories to tell in the dark ( I watched them at 7 no wonder why I'm the most lana del rey insane girl ever plus lana sang in the last movie)

Blue velvet

Ready or not

Carrie 1976( mom forced me to watch it at 8 ig and that's why I hate people)

500 days of summer (so scary )

Fight club

The craft

Red eye (Cillian Murphy supermercy and fuck I watched it while I was alone at home and it turned out my whole personality which leads me to love ultraviolence)

Practical magic

Aquamarine

Closer

The breakfast club

Gone girl (my mom is on Amy's husband side so don't think she's cool or something)

Girl interrupted

Dirty dancing 1987

Funny face

Sabrina

The notebook (my father cried to this movie 💀)

Monte carlo

Mean Girls

Jennifer's body ( istg I watched it at 9 and I think it left something for lesbianism inside me)

American beauty

Grease (born to die coded)

Clueless

Freaky Friday

Breakfast at Tiffany's

The great Gatsby (if u liked daisy u need help)

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Uptown girls

Malena

Gilda

Valley of the dolls

Rebecca

Vertigo

La prima notte di quiete

Songs

Atomic by blondie

Don't you forget about me by simple mind

Favorite by Isabel la rosa

I like the way you kiss me by artemas

So American by Olivia Rodrigo

Let it happen by tame impala

Radioactive by marina

We r who we r by kesha

Rumors by Lindsay lohan

Et tu dance avec Lui by c.jérôme

Girls on film by Duran duran

Baby I love you by Ramones

La fin du monde by juniore

Champagne coast by blood orange

Dear society by Madison beer (is on Lana's instagram highlights)

Every breath you take by the police

You can never tell by chuck berry

Ladyfingers by herb alpert

Heavy metal lover by Lady gaga

Killer queen by Queen

Bambino by dalida

Gourmandises by alizée

Somebody to love by Leighton Meester

Uptown girl by Billy Joel

À touts les filles (I forgot by who)

Mon amour mon Amie (forgot by who)

Monster high fright song

Tu veux ou tu veux pas by Brigitte bardot

And literally every lana song and the Lizzy grant unreleased

Literally gave u the best work ever mwahh 💋🎀

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'Our divine idylle'

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

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"Today, my friends, the situation is serious. Our precious HQ has been attacked, even though the perpetrator of this violation remains anonymous, we all know who did it, don't we?"

"Yes, sir!"

"And who did it?"

"The Slytherins, sir!"

"And what are these Slytherins going to do?"

"They're going to pay, sir!"

"Very well, soldiers, at ease. Deputy James, can you show us the attack plan?"

"Why am I not the deputy?"

"Because my plans are better than yours."

"That's not true, and besides!"

"It is true!"

"It's not true!"

"It is true."

"It's not true!"

"It is true! Remus, tell him, it's true that my plans are better than his!"

"I don't want to get involved in the debate," nonchalantly replied the concerned one without even raising an eyebrow from his book.

They were all gathered in the common room to, I quote, "study the best revenge plan possible to put an end to the reign of terror of the dreadful Slytherins," at least according to Sirius.

Peter, in a corner, was quietly listening to the conversation while munching on cream puffs.

"Peter, tell him! Isn't it true that I always have the best plans?"

"Um, sorry Jamie, but I-I think Lucy also has very good plans and good attack strategies, and yours fail... how should I say... quite often..."

"What?!"

"See, I told you!"

"Betrayed by my own friend!! What a tragic tale!"

"Enough! Remember who the common enemy is in this story."

"The Slytherins, sir!"

"Good, I will explain what we are going to do."

...

"Sirius, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Relax, Remus, no one is awake at this hour."

"I have an idea, what if..."

"That's an excellent idea, James."

"For once, you have good ideas..."

...

The next day, the Slytherins woke up with horror. Their day had started quite well, happy to have gotten back at those damn Gryffindors, they didn't think they would retaliate so soon. But when they went down to their common room, horror! Red everywhere, from the floor to the ceiling.

Furniture in red, once dark green sofas, were now velvet red, pillows were even worse, golden, and the carpet was a bright red. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Slytherin emblem on the wall had been tagged over, in red, of course.

A curious first-year approached and read the inscription...

"What are the 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙨?"

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I hope you enjoy the beginning of the story (again, sorry for any mistakes;)"

#remus lupin #harry potter #marauders era #james potter #fanfiction #remus x reader #sirius black #the marauders #lucy gilmore #remus x oc #remus lupin young #remus lupin x reader #regulus black #pure blood #maurauders fanfic #sirius orion black #marauders

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[book!Lestat is the carbon copy of Marius, but on meth. The ultimate narcissist misogynist racist imperialist colonial neoliberalist hell demon]

I'm unfamiliar with anything VC past Merrick so I wanted to ask since you mentioned that Lestat gets something of a redemption arc in it - what is the tone of the Prince Lestat trilogy, specifically in how it frames the establishment of a vampire monarchy? Because some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition. Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc.

OMG I've been wanting to talk more about the Chateau Era! 😭

"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"

You'll be seeing a LOT more of this, my friend! XD The Prince Lestat trilogy & its tone encapsulates precisely how AR felt about Lestat (who was inspired by her husband Stan Rice): Lestat's her golden child, her favorite character, the main protagonist & hero & Aryan white savior of the entire vampiric/human/alien-replimoid/Taltos/angelic/demonic race. The Chateau is the Savage Garden going back to Eden/paradise--it's AR's final chapter, the New Heaven and the New Earth after the apocalypse--21st century vampires twirling around in LITERAL 18th century ballgowns as they celebrate the New World Order under Lestat. The last book, Blood Communion, was actually illustrated, and this is the final page, showing the Chateau & the Vampire Court as they were in 2017:

The Chateau is the perfect happily ever after fairytale ending, cuz that's how AR imagined her vampires: romantic, opulent relics/encapsulations of the Old World, and all that implies. (Which is why I NEED to see AMC!Louis become the Prince Consort in France; I'm gonna crack up and die; the Meghan Markle parallels are too good to pass up! 😅)

AR's vampire covens of the Old World Europe are microcosmic monarchies--each coven leader is effectively the king, the Master/Maker of his Fledglings and hangers-on. What's wild is that AR THOUGHT she'd totally removed vampires from religious irrational backwards thinking and moved them into the scientific "Modern" age. But look at the TOP HATS & BALLGOWNS they're wearing in 2017. 🤦 TBF, Lestat said people could wear whatever they wanted, but VELVET was the fabric of the Court--a la Marius & Lestat, as Marius had painted on the Chateau's ballroom ceiling.

Lestat had adopted Benji's philosophy about vampires being one Tribe/family (which is Judeo-Christian at its core, esp. since Benji's an Israeli and the "tribes" are Biblically inspired); a family that should live under one roof (his) & follow one way of life (his) & answer to one God/Voice (his/Marius). AR's books had been leading up to PL & BC the whole time.

The establishment of a vampire monarchy started with Akasha herself, queen of Egypt who wanted to make a matriarchal empire of undead. Naturally, being a mouthpiece of the white patriarchy, AR made the black woman the villain of the VC and had her killed (same w/ Rhoshamandes TBH)--ultimately for Lestat's benefit.

There's 3 main vamps who defined what a vampire monarchy looks like: Marius, Armand, & Lestat. Marius isolated himself from his vampiric peers to keep TWMBK safe. His painting workshop/studio full of little human boys is no equivalent of a vamp court, but it's an intentionally stark parallel w/ legit covens like Santino's Children of Darkness/Satan. Marius lived in his art-nerd "court," in the "light." The image of the vampire Marius in his opulent red velvet cloaks was such anathema to Santino that he burned down Marius' villa. The image of "Master" Marius had Armand reeling when he saw Lestat prancing all over town in his red velvet--The Once and Future King reborn--Marius 2.0.

After being brainwashed by Santino, book!Armand became the coven leader par excellence, a "real, monstrous" vampire--controlling his coven with an iron fist; killing young vamps on sight & "purging" the territories he claimed. From Night Island to Trinity Gate, Armand was always making mini-empires for himself, a modernized neocapitalist take on the Old World regimes he had been born under (AMC moving Armand to Dubai is genius). Armand's dark where Lestat is light; not afraid to get his hands dirty (as seen in PLatRoA when the Replimoids start becoming a "threat" to the vampires).

Vampires are inherently a product of the Old World's fears & flaws. It's no coincidence that Castlevania Nocturne depicted the French aristocracy as a bunch of hedonistic bloodsucking vamps, draining the lifeforce of society to fuel their voracious appetites & unsustainably lavish lifestyles--the Savage Garden indeed.

The Chateau Era is AR's literal Versailles, and Lestat is AR's literal Sun King--(I'm surprised there aren't more Loustat/Monchevy AU fanfics). But the twist I've pointed out several times is that Lestat is actually nouveau riche. Son of a Marquis, he was born to the Old World nobility, but the Marquis was a bum and DIRT POOR. Lestat never grew up like the French aristocracy did--he didn't know what it was like to let them eat cake. The crumbling Chateau was a relic of a bygone era, back when the de Lioncourts actually had a COURT status & could afford their castle.

And just like it was Amel who told Lestat to go home and make the Chateau his court in PL, it was also Amel who told Lestat to win back Louis and ask him to be his Prince Consort in PLatRoA--Lestat had been being guided by Amel for decades without even realizing it, cuz Amel had already chosen him (and Louis) to lead the vampires.

The topic of Inheritance and White Privilege is a big one, cuz in death he got EVERYTHING with The Dark Gift--vampirism from his Maker Magnus (Latin for "The Great"--Alexander the Great, Ptolemy the Great, Pompey the Great, and the horror of all of those white imperialists who "inherited" the ancient AF empires of Egypt & Persia; who ransacked Africa & Asia for treasure & bled the land dry till they crumbled the second they died (a la Alexander's rabid Diadochi, the busted inbred Ptolemaic dynasty, etc); the dragon (Devil/Dracula) Smaug sitting on a mountain of gold not doing a effing thing good with all that money; the deadbeat Marquis who let the glorious Chateau fall to ruin).

And TWICE they had this French White sitting in a room FULL of black folk talking about how privileged he was while trauma-dumping at the same time; ugh it's hysterical; AMC ifs feral! XD

In TVL we got BOTH Lestat & Marius backstory, and just as Armand noticed, Lestat & Marius are polar opposites, but eerily similar when you think about where they started vs where they went. 👀

In life, Marius had been a LITERAL Brat Prince, who pranced around without a care in the world except for his books; traveling the world, charmed by the unwashed peasants.

"Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc."

LOL, Marius is full of SH!TE. 😂 First of all, the sheer irony of Marius "de Romanus" being born of a CELTIC woman in GAUL (FRANCE), a colony the Greek AND Roman imperialist machine CONQUERED. Marius is no moralist agonizing about the value of human LIFE--Marius is a hedonist & an aesthete who cares about human ART--he was GLAD that imperialism preserved Roman values.

Marius is an ARTISTE. He doesn't GAF about the plight of conquered enslaved persecuted oppressed peoples--not even his own MOTHER. He talks about the destruction of civilized society & the Roman Empire ad nauseum, while not batting an eyelash to how those empires were built on the back of destruction & death: THE Savage Garden; BEAUTIFUL ROME. Monarchy & imperialism was the vehicle pushing human "progress/civilization:" and for him it peaked in Rome & the Renaissance.

Rome only claimed it didn't want a monarchy cuz the SENATE (that had KILLED the last Roman King) was monarchy enough. Julius Caesar knew democracy is hypocrisy, and was like eff all y'all, make me EMPEROR. 👑 Lestat's no Pompey or Alexander--he's CAESAR, the one who "inherited" ALL of Magnus' empire and became Dictator for Life (until he was backstabbed ofc, LOL).

Marius had nothing on Lestat--the ARCHITECT obsessed with building homes for his whole family; the patriarchal overlord. Louis XIV built Versailles to keep a close eye on all the nobles, moving the entire court to literal Nowheresville France to orbit around him as the Sun King, the absolute monarch.

Every single VC book was a smaller scale rendition of Lestat as the savior, Lestat as the Brat Prince, pater familias, king, and GOD. Even moreso than Louis (i.e.: AR herself), Lestat's the Prime Mover whose antics pushed the narrative forward every time.

In PL Lestat renovating the Chateau happened at the same time that he took his son Viktor & his ward Rose in. (Rose's entire arc is like night & day compared to what happened with Claudia--Loustat looking after her was like a do-over for Claudia.)

This is where the Redemption Arc starts, cuz what Lestat had always wanted was to make a change & have a family & REBUILD. His life was TRASH, and he'd HATED that Chateau and all it represented--it was the tomb he was scared he'd die in. But Lestat HAD to die in order to finally GROW UP.

Marius dubbed Lestat "the damnedest creature" and the "Brat Prince" for a reason--he's impossible to control, or reason with. He's very much a giant walking manchild--there are 12 year olds way more mature than he is; just look at Benji in TVA onwards. AR is NEVER subtle about her hard-on for Lestat, but she also doesn't shy away from how incredibly immature he had been for so long.

To his credit, in PL Lestat right away chose a Vampiric Council of Elders for himself, knowing full well he was in over his head. Lestat called Marius his Prime Minister--NOT in the sense of today's PMs that lead the gov't for monarchic figureheads the way the parliament/senate/congress does. Instead Lestat namedropped Richelieu, Mazarin, & Colbert--the famous supporters of Louis XIV.

But in PLatRoA it started dawning on Lestat what it meant to take REAL accountability for his actions; that the careless things he did actually had serious consequences for everyone around him (sunbathing to get a tan, etc). He'd finally earned Louis' forgiveness, and they were basically engaged. Things seemed peachy...until ish got REAL in BC. Lestat had royally effed up by underestimating Rhoshamandes back in PL, acting like everything was a laughable game--little Lord Fauntleroy PRETENDING at being king.

SPOILER: Lestat only became Prince cuz in PL Rhosh killed Maharet & Mekere was too sad to go on, so she gave the Sacred Core to Lestat. Lestat forgave Rhosh even when everyone said he was being too lenient, caught up in everyone being a loving Tribe, Rhosh included, when they're KILLERS. Then everything went down with Rhosh vs the Replimoids in PLatRoA. Then in BC Rhosh kidnapped Gabrielle & Louis. When he came for Marius & Marius fought back, there was a HUGE battle that nearly burned down the Chateau & its village.

What Rhosh's goons said about Lestat's Court was just like the Children of Darkness. Like what Marius said to Santino, & Lestat said to Armand, the Court told Rhosh's coven that the Court (a microcosm of the world) was there for the benefit of vampires. Lestat's DUTY was to protect vamps from ANYONE who threatened them--including other vamps, whom they'd literally CANNIBALIZE.

Just like the Theatre of Vampires, the Court was a horror with a beautiful veneer; Blood and Gold. When the court ate Rhosh & ate Baudwin, it was like ANIMALS/demons. It did nothing to help find Gabrielle, Louis & Marius, and served no real purpose but for the mob to act in Lestat's name, shoving a signet ring on his finger in the shape of a MONSTER (Medusa) while the vamps danced & Lestat was busy grieving.

He hated what the Court was turning into in Marius' absence, in the wake of Rhosh's war, renovations happening beyond anything he'd planned before as they needed to repair all the structural damage to the Chateau. Like Armand told him afterwards: the Court/Coven gave them all the illusion of purpose on what Louis called "The Devil's Road." (What was REALLY cool is that Armand was begging Lestat to kill the Replimoids, but everything he said ALSO fit when applied to vampires themselves--they're ALL monsters, but as Lestat insisted with the human dungeons:

"There is killing and there is killing. There is murder; there is massacre; there is slaughter. And what I willed for this Court was something that was now in great peril.... We are not barbarians."

"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"

So yeah, AR pretty much tries to have her cake and eat it too? The Prince Lestat trilogy stresses that vamps will rise above the religious/superstitious castigation of both humans AND vampires who see them as nothing more than uncivilized monsters, living with Lestat & feasting on the Evil Doers locked up in the Chateau's dungeons, dancing all night and never in-fighting again. But ironically, this is NOT the secular Enlightened Age of Science AR though it would be in PLatRoA. The Chateau was fully restored by the Winter Solstice--the start of the New Year; the Chateau decorated to look like Christmas. Marius gives a big speech explaining that Lestat had fought Rhosh fully expecting to have died, and that because Lestat was willing to lay down his life for all of them, he deserved to be their Prince forever--the messianic Christ figure. They celebrate having become one Tribe. Leading the Court, Marius is the Prime Minister, Gabrielle calls herself the Queen Mother, Lestat is the Prince/King, and Louis is his Prince Consort. (Even Lestat's favorite architect is turned into a vampire, LOL.) NGL Anyone who doesn't like Lestat should probably never read the PL Trilogy, cuz AR basically creams herself every other page over Lestat--he's her GOD.

It's not a plea of sympathy for monsters, but rather a celebratory paean to the Vampiric Court; "We take what we must have to live and we do it without regret." 💀 God & the Devil don't exist, cuz AR retconned Memnoch by making all angels AND vampires aliens from Atlantis. Everyone cheers & dances as Lestat declares "May we never drink the poison of self-loathing!," the way Nicki did, and Rhosh, Santino, even Armand & Louis. Loustat dance in the ballroom before taking their places, Lestat sitting on his golden red velvet throne, Louis standing beside him, and everyone cheering on their Blood Communion.

Sorry this was so long, @undecimber-of-joy XD

#the vampire lestat #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire chronicles #undecimber-of-joy #prince lestat trilogy & the chateau era #iwtv tvc metas

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💠Aegon's Shadow💠

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Y'all I am so sorry it has been literally three weeks since I updated this. I have no excuse besides; I have a life, and this is my first fic. Also season 1 ended so my muse disappeared 😂 this is very much not spicy, it will be one day! I promise, but not till whatever this emotional turmoil is, ends. Aemond hasn't even met you yet, gotta give it time.

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Chapter Three

The weeks leading up to you meeting Lord Stark were unlike any other. You had never received parcels before, and now you wake to a new one everyday. They’re always addressed the same ‘Your Shadow’. You had just accepted that they were from prince Aegon, and he was using a pseudonym, in hopes of no one noticing the gold inlays on the boxes, or velvet ribbons wrapping them tightly. However, you took notice of how the boxes contained the finest jewelry you'd ever seen, new winter booties,and a dark green dress remnant of the ones the queen and princess Helaena wear. Some boxes contained little notes, the one accompanying your dress said “For your dinner with the Lord Stark.”, the box containing the boots said “For when your toes can’t stand the northern winter.”. One day a woman was at your door, claiming she was an instructor of sorts. She brought you oils that smelled of roses and lavender, small pots filled with pink and gold, and coal in the form of sticks. It took all day but she had taught you how to properly apply a beauty regime.

Around the sixth package you started to feel overwhelmed, the prince was treating you like a dress-up doll. He sent you all these ‘gifts’ but hasn't come back to see you in a week. You were beginning to think the prince was indeed just preparing you for Lord Stark, until you received a little box with a hairpin inside. It was made of gold, with oval emeralds protruding from the base. It could easily be mistaken for a crown, if not for the size. The note attached said “For your pretty little head, though it deserves something grander x”. The little x had caught you off guard, surely the prince recognizes them as kisses as well. Even if you were mistaken on the intentions of the x, you couldn’t shake the question rattling around your head. “What could be more grand than this, for a girl like me?”.

The night before you were meant to be at the castle for your introduction, you heard a familiar 3 knocks on your wooden villa door. You open it expecting a package. A black hood is standing there expectantly. Stepping aside, letting the person you know is prince Aegon, inside. You usher him to your lounge area, both of you taking a seat. You stayed silent, displeased by not seeing him the last two weeks. Aegon lowers his hood, accompanying you in your silence for a minute. He breaks first, “Are you ready for tomorrow? Excited to meet your possible future husband?” Aegon asks, unsure. You look up to meet his eyes, wobbly stating “Would it offend you if I said no, my prince? Would you be angered that all your preparations were in vain? Would you be fed up with me if I told you this isn’t what I want?” Tears start to form in your eyes, feeling ridiculous. “Y/N don’t be like this,” Aegon sighs, rubbing his face, finally feeling a little of what your father had the last month. “, You haven’t even met Lord Stark yet. I hear he is a kind man, with a large family to love you as well. He is already here, at the Red Keep, my brother is keeping him company as we speak.” Aegon finishes with a tight smile. It did nothing to ease the pain in your stomach. “I don’t need to meet him to know that I want someone else…” You whisper, pulling the loose threads on your dress sleeve. Aegon watches you break in front of him. He wants to pity you, but he knows Lord Stark is the best of the bachelors on his radar. You will be taken care of, your food stands will be in good hands. His only wish was, being able to guarantee that the northern lord would love you, and maybe find you as irresistible as he did.

Aegon did not know how to respond to your confession, so he decided to change the subject to all the boxes stacked beside your chair. “Did you like your presents? I want you to look your best tomorrow, I chose my favorite oils and I personally asked the royal jeweler to make that pin.” He says, pointing to the aforementioned boxes. His nervousness was beginning to show, with gently placed hands on his knees, and a sigh. For the first time in prince Aegon’s life, he waited patiently. He waited for you to speak, to wrap your head around the situation, to answer all the questions he’d asked.

While Aegon was expecting answers, all your brain could do was formulate even more questions. You sat there, looking back and forth from the floor to the royal in front of you. Aegon is a royal, and always will be, so why did he care so much about you? Why did he apologize for hurting your feelings? Hell, why did he even care about your feelings? How did he arrange for Stark to travel down to King’s Landing so quickly? Were his family not suspicious of all the gifts? Had no one asked him what he’d been up to these last weeks? After almost destroying the cuff of your dress, you finally speak “Why? Why are you trying so hard?” The harsh question fell from your lips before you could stop it. With wide shocked eyes you look to prince Aegon, who looks like he is about to burst. “Y/N, I am helping your family with succession, doing something nice for one of my people, I am trying for you. Is it so hard to believe that I just want to help you be happy?” he says, with a red face.

“It would be easier to believe you, if you didn’t do the things you do. You came to my home and dropped to your knees for me. You begged for my forgiveness because you don’t find me pretty. You sent me the most beautiful gifts a woman could receive. You said my head deserved something grander, what could possibly be more for me? You just said you picked your favorite oils for me. Is this all a game to you? Build me up and then send me away?” You finish your rant by standing, looking down at him. “Y/N please, stop.” Aegon says, his breath getting caught in his throat.

“No Aegon, I deserve to know. What is all of this about? You could have washed your hands of me that day in the garden. Why have you kept this going so long?” You stand there towering over him, so angry you did not notice the lack of a title in your argument. Aegon stayed quiet just looking up at you, completely speechless. You take so many liberties when talking to him, as if you’re daring him to speak up.

Aegon mumbles weakly “I just want to help you, like I said.”, he breaks eye contact, looking to the floor. “Liar.” you say confidently, crossing your arms. You see water droplets fall, a dark circle forming on his leather shoe. Aegon’s shoulders begin to shake erratically. You reach your hand out and rest it on the top of his head, already feeling guilty for your interrogation, Aegon quickly wraps his arms around your waist, smashing his face into your abdomen, mirroring your position two weeks prior. He sobs into your dress, choking out the words “Please, don't be mad at me, I’ll do anything you want, I’ll give you anything, just stop being mad.” He cries like a child. Your heart aches hearing him. His previous begging gave you pride, now it breaks your heart. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, just holding him against you. His frailty makes you slip in your words, forcing out a term of endearment you never thought you’d say to a man of his caliber “Honey, listen to me, it’s going to be okay, but you need to explain yourself. I can’t do this in the dark. I will meet the Stark man for dinner, but I need to know what you’re doing, what you’re playing at.”. Your anger has completely dissipated from your body, a mushy feeling you can’t describe, settles in its place.

Aegon takes a deep breath, pulling away from you. The lack of warmth makes you want to reach out and pull him back. You’re left with two large wet spots on your dress, where his eyes were. “I have never met someone like you Y/N. So fearless at the castle, in the garden, in the sea floating as you cry. You make me feel things I've never felt before. I was jealous of Pantera that first day, I wished to be the one curled in your lap. I wished it was me making you smile like that, not a cat.” Aegon's eyebrows pull down, like he is in deep thought, carefully planning his next words. “I can’t have you, we both know that…” He sighs, looking up at you with wet red eyes. He speaks again, “, we also both know that you have to marry someone, and soon. I wanted to pick, I wanted to make sure you were with someone I approved of, yes I wanted you happy, but it was selfishness driving me this whole time. My favorite oils, my family’s color in the form of a dress, jewelry that would remind you of me forever, I was marking you.” Aegon finishes his spiel, feeling ashamed. Now he wishes for you to be mad, yell at him, scream that his possessiveness was uncalled for, make him feel bad for the things he’s done.

Aegon’s confessions made you freeze in place. You knew the prince felt something for you, but you thought it had always been a feeling of pity. Like he had a duty or job to one of his subjects. Maybe even guilt for making you cry. You never expected the prince to feel anything else for you. You drop to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on top of his, which are resting on his thighs. You hold his gaze and begin to speak “This is alot for me to take in, honestly. One day I'm nothing, a fixture on the wall, and now a prince confesses feelings for me over a short lived friendship? What do I do with this new information? Huh?” You take a staggered breath, “It changes nothing, but it makes everything we are about to do so much harder.”. You reach out and grab his face, holding it in your hands “You should have stayed away, you shouldn't have sent those thoughtful gifts. You should have just let me marry some old man my father found. You can’t feel this way, do you understand?” You look into his eyes as tears fill your own, hopeful that your command will magically take away his feelings. “Please tell me you understand, my prince.” You shake his face with a small amount of force. Maybe if he didn’t feel this way neither would you. Your feelings toward the prince were obvious, he was breathtakingly handsome, he showed you more care than your own father, and he is a prince, you had no choice but to be fond of him.

He pulls your hands from his face, holding them tightly with his own, “I don’t like it when you call me ‘my prince’, I liked it when you called me by my name. Call me by my name.” You sigh, feeling like he isn’t listening to you. “Okay then, Aegon, do you understand?”. Aegon looks at you and it breaks your heart, he is so small and fragile at this moment. “I understand, but all I can do is try for you.”. He is not the person he is made out to be. You do not see a drunk in front of you, an idle of promiscuity. You see a man, who is grasping for something to make him feel loved. You wished it could be you.

A vision into an imaginary future shows you holding him at night, his head resting on your chest as he tells you tales of the kings before his father. Telling you everyone’s names that hurt his feelings that day, as if you’d punish them. Letting himself cry about his family, being bare in front of you. “Lets try for each other, Aegon.” You say, trying to make your tough position more comfortable for you both. With this show of emotions from him, sealed that you would have to be the strong one. Aegon smiles weakly, knowing there's nothing either of you can do to show reciprocation of the feelings you share. You stand and straighten your shoulders, putting on a fake smile “Let's make the best of this, deal?” You say, pulling Aegon to stand with you. “Well have a wonderful dinner tomorrow, and if all things go well, we won't have to try so hard.”.

You drag him up the stairs, opening the door to your bedroom. Aegon stops abruptly giving you a queer look. “Calm down, I just thought this would be easier if we became friends, more believable too, not everyone is gonna believe your ‘I’m just helping a citizen’ speech.” Aegon thinks it over in his head, not coming to a conclusion on why your bedroom has anything to do with it. As if you could read his mind, you roll your eyes. “Get your head out of the gutter, I'm just showing you some of my stuff, my hobbies, don’t forget, you barely know me.” You laugh, liking the feeling of teasing him. Aegon smiles genuinely, liking the way your laugh filled the whole room, loud and vibrating. “So what do you want to show me first? A collection of baby teeth? Your diary that details your love for the royal family? An increasingly large kitten that you ‘found’ wandering the red keep?” Aegon says, plopping himself down on your vanity chair, snooping through all the perfume and jewelry. He smiles as he catches a glimpse of a leather rope necklace. One of the many pieces he’d sent you, this one being more sentimental than you know. As Aegon picks it up, rolling the tiny carved dragon pendant between his fingers, he wonders if he should tell you it was his. It was another marking, showing his form of dominance over you.

He decides against reopening the wound you share. He turns around waiting for you to begin showing him things, face rested in hand watching you. You’re on your knees, bent underneath your bed, reaching for a large wooden chest. Gravity doing its job, accentuating your cleavage as you bent down. Although you made a deal, Aegon did not look away, he soaked up every inch of what you had to show, feeling entitled to it, to you. You stand as you dislodge the chest, not showing that you noticed the gawking prince. Heaving it onto your bed, you let out a strained breath. Looking over to Aegon you let out your first sign of annoyance with him “Thank you for all the help, my prince. Couldn’t have done that without you staring at my tits.”. Aegon puffs out a scoff, standing and walking over to you, taking it upon himself to open the chest. “Can we get on with this? I don’t really think people are going to quiz me on you.”. ‘If he can’t look, then why are they on display?’ he thinks.

You press your eyebrows together, not knowing you were wasting his precious time. “I just think maybe you should at least pretend to know me. What if Lord Stark asks if I can knit? Can his future wife even cook? Does she have any valuable skills? Will she be completely miserable in the cold winter? Just things he might like to know, I guess.” You pull out your current needlepoint project, showing Aegon a golden dragon, mid flight with wings fully expanded. Aegon is shocked, the detail you put into Sunfyre is beautiful. “How? You’ve never seen them up close before, you pictured him perfectly.” he holds the square of linen in his hands, admiring it. “Actually, I have. When I was little, 10 or 11, you flew overhead, obviously showing off. It isn’t something you forget, Sunfyre isn’t something you forget.” You say smiling at your fond memory. Not mentioning the way Aegon looked, his hair much longer, face skinnier, eyebrows set harshly. You didn’t forget his details either. Aegon looks to you, noticing that every second with you is making your arrangement harder, not easier. His heart hurts as he realizes, not knowing you at all would be the easiest route.

Aegon couldn’t help himself from pressing you further, letting you carry on with your display of skills. He enjoyed making things harder for himself, a masochist in every definition of the word. You reached into an armoire pulling out a small canvas. “I painted this a little while back, I had to paint it before I forgot the details.” You say, pointing to the purple fern tree. Aegon recognizes it instantly, having visited the garden everyday, regretting turning you away in front of the same tree. He looks down at you, not liking the height difference, so he sits onto your large soft bed. Now he looks up at you as you admire your work, he likes this point of view more. “It’s you.” He says, reaching out and running his fingers across the textured paint. You blush at his action, as if he is caressing your body.

The air in the room grew thicker and hotter as Aegon pursued his motion. He reached out, taking the painting from you, looking down at it whispering “Can I have it? Please.”. You smile, nodding your head while replying “Now you have a portrait of me, your tree.” you giggle at calling yourself a tree, liking the way the tension slowly disappeared. Aegon fakes a laugh, taking this more seriously. He peels the canvas from the wooden frame, rolling it up gently. “I'll have a golden frame made for this, so I can display it for everyone who comes into my chambers.”

Your smile fades, the thought has yet to cross your mind. You have not seen Aegon's bedroom, and you never would, so the thought of others sharing a bed with him was the furthest thing from your mind. Now it was scorching your brain. Was he with others? Even while being wrapped up in your situation? He acts completely infatuated with you. You couldn’t kid yourself though, just because he was sweet to you in private, didn’t mean he wasn’t the same old Aegon to everyone else. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t care for his needs. You noticeably shiver at the thought of Aegon with other women, quickly looking away, faking a search for another art piece. He notices, placing the rolled painting in the pocket of his cloak, and stands up.

Aegon doesn’t want this night to end, but he knows he needs to return to his brother and lord stark soon. He didn’t understand, he admitted everything, he cried and begged, but you didn’t hate him. You didn’t turn him away, you brought him to your room and found a solution for your problem. Well less of a solution and more of a plan on how to survive this till you inevitably leave. His family wouldn’t put up with him acting this way. His brother would tease his tears, making him feel less of a man. His mother would roll her eyes and chastise him, telling him he needed to be stronger, and to not show weakness. His father would just stare with his never ending silent judgment. His sweet sister Helaena wouldn’t say a word, she is his only comfort at home, his only friend besides you and Sunfyre.

“I hate to cut this short, but I really must be going. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I need to go tend to my guest, and you need beauty rest.” Aegon sheepishly smiles. You look up from your rummaging through the chest. Once your eyes meet his, you forget what your brain was trying to process. You say nothing, walking ahead of him to lead him to the door. He follows after you swiftly, like he was born to chase after you. You open the door, letting Aegon step across your doorstep. “So, this is it? No more late night visits from the prince, no more golden boxes, no more tears for my dress to collect.” You say, saddened that this might be the last time you have a private conversation with him.

Aegon’s face is blank, he can’t show you any more emotion. This was in fact, it for you two, and the only reason was his family. “If this is the last time I can say how I feel to you, I want to let it out. Y/N, I think you’re more than a man like me deserves. More beautiful than you could imagine. So deep, like the sea you love to swim in. I only knew you for a short time, but you let me be myself, like no one ever has. I never had to play pretend with you.” Aegon says, eyes looking to the ground. You reach out and lift his chin, forcing him to look at you. Touching him for one last time you say “Things are different, somewhere far away. In another life we might be together. In a different world, we are there, together. I’m sorry it can’t be this one.”

You look fearlessly into his eyes, like you did at the feast. Aegon feels the same spark he has felt every time you look at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my prince.”. Aegon turns and walks away without another word. You watch as his figure grows smaller down the alley. You knew that was the last time you’d see him, Aegon. Tomorrow it will be a snarky prince that you do not know.

#aegon x reader #hotd aegon #hotd x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #aegon ii

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companion-showdown · 1 year

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outfit suggestions for fasion show

Steven

cape from the Time Meddler

Dodo

from the Celestial Toymaker

from The Ark

Polly

Promo photo funky jacket (possibly a dress?) (can't tell/find what you're talking about, if you send me an image i'll include it)

The Faceless Ones

Jamie

kilt

Victoria

Victorian dress

Zoe

purple jumpsuit from the Mind Robber

feather boa from the Invasion

bubblewrap dress from the Five Doctors

PVC(?) coord from The Krotons

The Brigadier

sun bathing outfit from the TV Comics comic Doctor Who strip

Liz (literally everything, I will do my best)

from the Ambassadors of Death

from Day of the Daleks

fluffy blue jacket

from the Three Doctors

from the Time Monster

from Terror of the Autons

from The Mind of Evil

from The Claws of Axos

Sarah-Jane

Andy Pandy outfit (the Hand of Fear)

from Pyramids of Mars

from Genesis of the Daleks

from the Monster of Peladon (especially the jumper)

the seaside outfit from the beginning of Death to the Daleks

Masque of Mandragora dress

from School Reunion

from The End of Time

Leela

Talons (all looks)

Fisherman’s outfit from Horror of Fang Rock

Romana I (literally everything, I will fit as much as possible)

from Androids of Tara

from the Ribos Operation

Romana II (multiple people said literally everything, I will fit as much as possible)

from Horns of Nimon

from State of Decay

from Destiny of the Daleks

from City of Death

from Shada

from Full Circle

Nyssa

from Snakedance

velvet pantsuit

Tegan

dress from Enlightenment

from Resurrection of the Daleks

Turlough

from Planet of Fire

Mel

polkadots (Paradise Towers)

from Dragonfire

Ace

the jacket

Grace Holloway

operation ballgown

Rose

dress fron Idiot's lantern

Dalek (the simple white tank top & bootcut jean combo just looks so good)

The Empty Child union jack tee

The Impossible Planet pink jacket

Jack

specifically post imortalitiy version

Martha

from Utopia

red leather jacket

Smith and Jones cold open

from the Lazarus experiment

Human Nature/Family of Blood flashbacks

from the Doctor's Daughter

Donna

dress from Unicorn and the Wasp

River

any from Husbands of River Song, but specifically the final red dress

regeneration outfit

Amy

red top, black mini-skirt

Clara

Victorian!Clara's first dress

from Time Heist

from the Caretaker, specifically the parent-teacher evening

from Robots of Sherwood

from Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS

from Deep Breath (Modern look & Victorian look)

from Mummy on the Orient Express

from Under the Lake

Nardole

byzantine outfit

Bill

original outfit

from Knock Knock

from Thin Ice

from Smile

Yaz

from Survivors of the Flux

Bernice Summerfield

I dig archeology pin (I cannont find a visual for this atm)

Fitz Kreiner

leather jacket

Frobisher

penguin (he can shapeshift, this is a choice he makes)

Evelyn Smythe

red cardigan

#Best fashion sense is winning at the moment #and I realise the polls only just started #so that might well change #but if it does win you'd obviously want to showcase a variety of each companions outfits where possible #so which do you like best #future tournament ideas

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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(I asked who I could give my hangover this morning to and the votes where:

@whatcantheharvesthopefor Eddy? …..Maybe Lucius depending on how exciting brunch was? …. oh!! See definitely The Swede after forgetting that coffee liquor ACTUALLY has alcohol in it & serving massive pitcher to the leadership team in a meeting….

@beautifulurbanarchitecture Lucius realizing he's not as young as he once was

why not both! This takes place closer to I Want to Sink to the Bottom in the timeline)

“I’m going to literally murder him,” Lucius moaned from the floor. He’d landed there in a kind of sodden thump after waking up on the velvet couch, its furry fabric having left an imprint on his cheek.

“It did taste suspiciously good,” Stede was already at the kitchen table, but he was flattened against the surface, his mug of tea pressed against his forehead.

“Stop yelling,” Eddy demanded. They had been coming down the stairs, but had stopped midway and were now just sitting on one step, looking queasy.

“Ugh, where’s my husband?” Lucius muttered.

Pete emerged from the downstairs bathroom a minute later, face damp and shirt missing.

“Babe,” Pete said emphatically. “I think I just threw up my toenails.”

“Please don’t say anything else,” Stede moaned. “I’m barely holding on as it is. What did he put in there?”

“Forensic analysis suggests enough Kahlua, whiskey, and espresso-flavored vodka to fell stronger men than us,” Lucius said from the floor.

Stede had decided that rather than be roped into judging the regional competition, the Revenge could start their own more local one with an emphasis on the talent portion of things. Last night had been the first planning meeting. Or would’ve been if the Swede hadn’t taken some creative liberties with the ‘perk up’ beverage.

It’d been pretty clear after the first round that the sweet concoction was fairly alcoholic, but combined with the late hour and the heated debate over how the competition should be structured, they’d all gone a second round.

It should’ve just been Lucius, Eddy and Stede, but Pete had stuck around, unwilling to abandon Lucius for the night and also having an almost pathological need to offer advice for things he had almost no context for (he’d proudly never entered a pageant, dear man). Also he kept topping up their mugs.

“Who taught him to make Irish Coffee?” Eddy asked the room at large in a very accusatory manner.

“You know it was me,” Lucius groaned. “But I didn’t teach him to make it so you didn’t know it was a weapon.”

“I think I might just die,” Stede said speculatively. “Sorry, love, but you get the apartment and the bar.”

“I don’t want it,” Eddy groaned. “We’ll just climb into the same grave.”

“Dark,” Pete said brightly. “Babe, you want some alka-seltzar or something?”

“Yes,” Lucius rolled over onto his side. “And to be twenty again. Please.”

“I can do one of those things,” Pete laughed.

“How are you so happy?” Eddy demanded.

“Eh, once I vomit, I usually bounce back pretty fast. Anyone else want drug store cures?”

“Does it work?” Stede mumbled.

“Yes.” Lucius pushed up onto all fours, rocked there for a second then staggered to his feet. “Fuck.”

“Good job,” Pete kissed his shoulder. “I’ll be back in ten, the pharmacy on the corner is probably open.”

“Kay, thanks.”

Lucius made it to the bathroom. It was touch and go, but his stomach settled without rebelling. He emptied his bladder, splashed water on his face, then accessed himself in the mirror.

Then he ducked his head around the bathroom door,

“Uh, I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think one of you gave me a hickey last night,” Lucius informed them.

Eddy glared at him from the steps, “Yeah, your fucking husband probably.”

“Yeah, no. Pete was out of makeup and I’ve got like a fuck ton of red lipstick on my neck.”

“I was wearing pink, I think,” Stede ventured, pushing up from the table to blink owlishly at Eddy. “Right?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Lucius groaned “You’re lucky I remember my name.”

Eddy looked sightless into the void and then made a soft protesting sound, “Oh nooooo....”

“You have sharp teeth, m’am,” Lucius informed her.

“Why?” they buried their face in their hands.

“Oh!” Stede blinked. “I remember! I think you bit him to make him stop talking.”

“Hey!” Lucius protested. “...did you?”

“I...may have? It sounds familiar.”

The triangle of conversation froze up for a minute, then Lucius began to laugh with a manic desperation.

“What?” Stede stared at him. “It’s fine, you know. I mean, weird, but probably fine.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t mean anything except the Swede is getting fired,” Eddy waved it away.

“No...no, I am seeing Iz in like four hours,” Lucius said through gasps of laughter. “Do you think he’ll know?”

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” Eddy lay backwards on the stairs. “Welp, there goes years of trying to repair our friendship. Forget firing him, I’m going to just murder the Swede.”

“Lucius could lie?” Stede suggested, taking a sip of his tea than wincing.

“How dare you suggest such a thing,” Lucius gasped. “Dishonor on your cow!”

“My what?”

“Maybe you should just call Izzy now and he can put me out of my fucking misery,” Eddy said speculatively to the ceiling. “That’d be okay. Kind of top of the list on how I want to go out anyway.”

“Murdered?” Stede frowned. “Why?”

“Eh, I always figured one of us would kill the other at some point. Granted, I thought we’d tabled that after we stopped carrying guns all the time, but hey, bring back the classics.”

“You two are so fucked up,” Lucius said lightly. “Nah, it’ll be cool.”

“Will it?” Stede asked.

“Yeah, no probably not, but we’ll work it out.”

Pete returned as Lucius was finally having a cup of coffee. He had a bag from the pharmacy and a bit white paper bag.

“Bagels,” he explained.

Everyone let out a ragged cheer.

“Babe,” Lucius took a warm plain bagel, forwent spread and just took a bite. “Eddy gave me a hickey.”

“Is that what happened?” Pete studied it. “Uh...you want me tell Izzy you’re too hungover to see him?”

“For what? A month?” Lucius wrinkled his nose. “This thing is massive. Eddy why are your teeth so goddamn pointy? Were you trying to feed off my life force or something?”

“I don’t remember!” Eddy protested, layering on cream cheese like their life depended on it. “I can’t be held accountable for this, I was drugged by a soon-to-be-dead Scandinavian”

“You told them to go harder, Lucius. Something like 'is that supposed to tickle'. ” Stede pulled out an everything bagel, seeds flying everywhere. “I think you two were just egging each other on.”

“That sounds upsettingly plausible,” Lucius grumbled.

Food consumed, alka-seltzer drunk and humanity somewhat restored, Lucius and Pete made their way home, leaving Eddy and Stede to return to bed. Pete and Lucius showered together, propping each other up for the most part. A nap and then one of John’s epic grilled cheeses got Lucius mostly to normal, just in time to go across town.

He decided not to cover up the hickey. It would only make it more obvious anyway.

Of course, Izzy zeroed in on it as soon as Lucius got into the apartment. Izzy was laying out on the couch, Sweeney on his chest when he walked in.

“Who the fuck happened to you?” Izzy asked, tossing aside his reading glasses.

“The Swede got us all very drunk,” Lucius crossed to him and for once, he was the one that went to his knees. “Please don’t be insane about this.”

“....about what?” Izzy’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! Probably, it’s a little hazy,” he admitted. “Uh. Eddy. Eddy happened to me. I think in some kind competitive way? I have no idea.”

Izzy stared at him, then turned on his side, dislodging the cat, who sauntered off as if leaving had been his idea. Delicate fingers swept over the purple and red nightmare of a mark.

“You let Eddy touch you?”

“Apparently? I was very drunk. I’m...sorry? I guess. I don’t know if this is an apology situation,” he sighed.

“Pup...” Izzy paused and Lucius considered running for the hills. Then Izzy started to laugh. “Only you, pup, only you.”

“Hey,” Lucius grinned, relief coursing through him. “C’mon, that’s not true.”

“It is,” Izzy laughed harder, resting his forehead against Lucius’. “You know this is your fucking fault somehow. I wasn’t even there and I know that.”

“Yeah, probably,” Lucius laughed with him. “It hurts like a bitch, they’re really a biter.”

“Yep,” Izzy pressed his palm against the mark gently. “You want some witch hazel?”

“Later. Right now, I just really want to suck your dick.”

“Yeah?” Izzy’s laugh cut off abruptly.

“Oh yeah,” Lucius shoved him back down onto the couch. “You know you laughing is a huge turn on for me. Fuck, it’s good. Stay down.”

And if it was also a reward for reasonable behavior, that went unspoken. The mark really did take a week to heal and it was kind of worth not covering it up to see Eddy get squirmy and uncomfortable every time she spotted it.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #lucius black #eddy teach bonnet #stede teach bonnet #pete black #izzy hands #goblin king and the pup #poison me a little #babygirl and goldenboy #marry me about it

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