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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 months

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Finally getting help (pt 2)

This one actually is edited thanks to @basementqueercock! Thank you friend!

part 1 | Masterpost

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Vlad had been making a stink at the Gala about the Wayne brats taking his godson from him without his permission when the music suddenly cut out. Bruce Wayne himself stalked towards Vlad with an expression that was honestly a little intimidating, even if Vlad obviously wasn’t scared of such an empty headed pretty boy even if he was one of the richest and most influential people on the planet. He was Plasmius! He could take a rich pretty boy is he had to!

“Ah! Mr. Wayne, thank goodness! Your children have taken my Godson off somewhere! I’m sure it’s just a harmless prank but he’s a bit fragile and unpredictable so I really think that it would be best if-“

“Is he fragile and unpredictable because he’s pregnant and you knew?” Bruce asked low and dangerous. Silence spread out around them, even though there’s no way they could have heard they saw the look on Brucie’s face. He rarely got angry but when he did it was serious, when he did it usually meant someone had hurt a kid.

Vlad blanched for a moment, Danny had been so tight lipped about it, so unwilling to tell even those he trusted how did These people know?! “What? What on earth are you talking about? Of course he’s not pregnant, I mean he’s a boy!” Vlad huffed and Bruce’s jaw tightened even more somehow.

“He’s not leaving with you. Get out.” He said low and menacing, then raised his voice. “Sorry to cut the party short everyone but something has come up, a situation that really needs my attention so I’m going to have to put an end to the party early.”

“What do you mean!? He’s MY God son! MY heir! You can’t just keep him from me!” Vlad said, he knew that his eyes were starting to glow a little red but he couldn’t help it. “He’s MINE! Return him to me or you will regret it I swear!”

“See him out.” Bruce said dismissively to a handful of guards who had approached at the start of the commotion A lot of the socialites were already starting to see themselves out, now was not the time to argue, or even stick around when it looked like this might get physical.

“I will be back! I will be back with lawyers and police and the brat’s parents,” Vlad vowed but couldn’t risk fighting the guards any more than a usual old man would on the way out with so many eyes on him. Well he just needed to find a place alone. Then he could transform and come back, possess Bruce Wayne and make him do something heinous in public to ruin him for this.. this- this INDIGNITY!

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Bruce was having a hard time keeping his Batman expressions off his face as he saw that everyone was out of his house and he knew his children were having the same trouble. Dick looked like he was ready to bash someone’s head in and Steph wasn’t that much better. Damian was standing by the door, seeing everyone out with frosty politeness that no one would mistake as genuine. Bruce felt just a little bad, it wasn’t anyone’s fault what they had found tonight. No one else knew about the clearly abused teen they were currently harbouring, but none of the family could help it either. Bruce would send all the guests gift baskets once they could announce what was going on.

Alfred was on the phone with Bruce’s lawyers, sending them the mildly distorted audio from Danny’s earlier conversation with Cas and Dick, and the footage from Vlad Master’s outburst. That had the same sort of distortion over it too which was odd, he’d have to look into it. Cas had already informed him she thought Danny was a meta of some sort, maybe it was connected to that? Or maybe they were aliens? Though Danny being trans was currently the most plausible explanation for his pregnancy. They’d find out more later. What mattered was the footage of both of those would be enough for Bruce to get emergency custody while the family was investigated.

Tim was with Danny in the room Alfred had fixed for him, helping him settle in and lending him some clothes. Tim was the closest to Danny’s age and also one of the calmer ones right now so he was in charge of trying to make Danny feel safe and comfortable while the family took up battle stations to deal with the legal and logistical elements of this.

Bruce made sure everyone was out, the perimeter was secure, and Oracle was at her computer watching the security feed for anything suspicious including the pattern of distortion Vlad and Danny seemed to emit. He wasn’t sure how paranoid he should be about all this, but he’d seen the way Vlad’s eyes sparked red when he was angry and Batman was sure he was a lot more dangerous then he first seemed. And not just in the way that he was apparently willing to impregnate a boy young enough to be his son.

Finally he couldn’t avoid going to check on Danny anymore. Not that he was Really avoiding it, just that he knew this was going to be an exhausting and difficult conversation and he needed to brace himself for it. With every step towards Danny’s new room he felt the weight gather on his shoulders of what this child must have been through.

He knocked, and let himself in. Immediately clocking the way Danny tensed at the sight of him. Of course a rich older man would set off his alarm bells. Bruce gave the softest smile he could and went to pull out the desk chair across from the bed Danny was sitting on, well out of arms reach so he wouldn’t seem like a threat as he sat down. He glanced at Tim who nodded and went and sat on the bed next to Danny. Solidarity, willing to stand up against Bruce if Danny needed it, safety.

“Hello Danny, it’s nice to meet you. My children told me a bit about.. your situation,” Bruce said with a small grimace. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions? I promise I won’t judge you whatever you say, and I promise I am on your side. No matter what I will try to keep you safe okay? Just tell me the truth, it’ll help me do what needs to be done.”

“Alright Mr. Wayne,” Danny said, though he was still wary.

“Thank you, please call me Bruce. So first, what’s your full name?” he asked deciding to start super easy.

“Daniel James Fenton,” Danny replied softly.

“Your parents names?”

“Doctors Madeline and Jack Fenton,” Huh the fact that he called his parents doctor like it was part of their name seemed to be significant though Bruce wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16,” He said. A little older than he looked but still no where near old enough to have the weight of the world on his shoulders like he did.

“And you’re pregnant?” Bruce asked as gently as he could, Danny nodded. “And you’re sure?”

“Yes,” Danny said softly and Bruce nodded, licking his lips a little.

“Did you take a test then?” He asked and Danny grimaced making a so so motion.

“It’s not… that simple,” He said softly.

“Can you explain it to me please?” Bruce asked softly.

Danny took a deep breath and licked his lips, hesitating, opening his mouth to stat, hesitating again and biting his lip. Bruce stayed quiet as he watched the conflict on Danny’s face. “You work with the justice league right?” Danny asked suddenly which seemed like a bit of a non sequitur to Bruce but he needed. “A bunch of the members aren’t human right?” Ah, Bruce nodded again. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am Danny,” Bruce promised, soft and reassuring. “People don’t have to be human or from earth to be people. Whatever is going on with you you’re still a person, and a kid, and deserve to be protected.”

“Okay,” Danny said as he scrutinized Bruce’s body language for any sign that he was lying. “Okay. I’ve never been able to trust any adults with this shit but I can’t keep doing this on my own so okay. I’m not human, not fully anyway, not anymore. These are..” He touched his stomach. “Like if you did an ultrasound you wouldn’t see embryos more like… Hang on Here.”

Bruce blinked as Danny suddenly, reached Inside himself, and before he could panic Danny had pulled out a perfectly round object that filled his palm. It shimmered with light from within, cold and sparkling with stars. “Our kind is more energy and light then anything else. This is Us, the mind, heart, everything we are is stored in our core the rest is formed around that. I mean for most of my kind, I’m still half human.” Danny said before replacing the orb inside him. “I have two other little cores inside me right now, feeding on my energy to develop properly, you could see them on an Xray. I don’t know how long they’ll take honestly.” He sighed caressing his stomach again.

“But I can feel them inside me, I can feel their worry when I’m scared, and their joy when I’m happy, and their love. They’re my babies.” He said with the softest most paternal smile on his lips. The bags under his eyes were awful, he was clearly exhausted and stressed, but his expression told Bruce Danny thought it was all going to be worth it for his children. It brought a lump to his throat he had to clear before he could speak again.

“Okay, do you have access to healthcare appropriate for your.. species?” He asked and Danny nodded. Though he was tight lipped still.

“There are protections for non-human species in America you know,” Tim said.

Bruce and Tim exchanged a confused look as Danny barked a laugh. “Not for MY kind, we were specifically excluded,” He said with a wry curl to his lips. “The shadow or echo left behind when a proper human dies, not sentient or sapient they say. Malicious and dangerous they say. To be captured or exterminated on sight. They would take me, experiment on me, probably put my babies in jars or something.”

Oh, oh fuck, he was shaking, eyes blank and glassy like he was heading towards a panic attack. “Danny! Danny look at me,” Bruce said as he leaned forward and Danny’s gaze flicked up to his face. “I don’t know who ‘they’ are but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure they don’t get you. You’re clearly not what they say, and anyone who would hurt a child is not the good guy in this story.”

“Who are they?” Tim asked with an expression that promised swift and vicious retribution.

Danny took another deep breath. “The GIW, the Ghost Investigation Ward. They’re a government agency, they’ve been hunting in my hometown for a while. Early on we tried to call the Justice Legue, but I think they were jamming the lines or something,” Danny said looking down and biting his lip.

Fuck this poor kid really couldn’t catch a break! Bruce was sure that the ‘ghosts’ these idiots were hunting weren’t really anything of the sort, but he would look into this and see what he could find. Tim was clearly itching to as well bad he wasn’t willing to leave Danny alone with Bruce, good lad.

“And what about your parents? Do you think you could be safely returned to their home?” Bruce asked, as much as he wanted to keep Danny reunification was supposed to be the goal of fostering.

“No!” Danny nearly yelped sitting up straight. “No! They work for the GIW! They design most of their weapons. If they ever found I’d been contaminated- I don’t want to think the worst of them but even if they still recognized me as their son the babies-“ He cut off, wrapping both his arms around his stomach and curling in on himself.

“Okay, we’ll call child protective services, my lawyer, and the Justice League. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Bruce promised Danny. “And you can stay here as long as you need to. Is there any other family you would want to go to?” Bruce asked, just to be sure, but he wasn’t surprised when Danny shook his head and grabbed a pillow to hug.

“And I know Oracle and Red Robin will be itching to find out more about this ‘government agency’,” Tim said. “I want to go tell them Danny, if Bruce and I go will you be okay on your own or do you want me to ask Cas to come stay with you?”

“Cas please? If she’s not busy?” Danny asked uncertainly and Tim nodded. Bruce was getting up before Danny spoke up again. “I have a sister, Jazz. She knows about me not being fully human, but not about the babies. She’s a good person, and she’s almost an adult. I don’t know, I just need you to know she’s good, and I don’t want to mess things up for her,” Danny said worriedly.

“Of course Danny, thanks for letting me know,” Bruce said with a smile already making plans to get her out as well. “We’ll let you know as soon as there are developments.” He promised before both he and Tim ducked out. They split up, Tim going to find Cas and ask her to go back to Danny before they reconvened in the bat cave, they had a lot of research to do.

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#fanfiction #danny phantom #dc x dp #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #vlad plasmius #dick grayson #tim drake #barbra gordon #Danny is pregnant AU #Vlad is a creep #danny is a mother

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i-eat-boyz · 1 month

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Hear me out!

Sugar Baby Oliver Quick

As in highschool Oliver is completely friendless, horny with no outlet in a stifling house. He goes out and drinks usually tucked into the corner of the pub turning his oh so blue and wanting puppy eyes on anyone who gets too close. He notices a trend usually of older women (or men from time to time) are his best bet. He always seems to fumbled when they're closer to his age.

They tutter over him.

What beautiful eyes.

Much to pretty to be all alone.

I was young once I do so miss it and enjoy it while you can.

It's cold tonight let me drive you.

My place isn't far.

They like to be manhandled with all his youthful strength. They like to be craved by his young lustful eyes. To be begged on knees that don't creek.

So he does; gives them exactly what they want. How they want it and when. In return they carefully skirt around the topic of age. Always assuming he was a college student. He never corrected them. Sometimes they'd slip a bit extra in with the cab fair.

For school books.

Put it towards your meal plan.

It wasn't this expensive when I was young.

If he did a really good job they would drive him home (dropping him four blocks away by an apartment complex) kiss his cheek and slip a little "pocket change" into his waist band.

Oliver is very intelligent but a little (very) slow on the uptake when it comes to human relations. It's not till the fourth time an older man is sending him off with a peck and some money. Telling him he had a very good time and he was, "Worth every pound" driving off with a wink. Oliver Quick realizes he in his teenage fueled horny blindness has been maybe (most definitely) pimping himself out.

It's a few more times after that when He picked him up. He was a little older than Oliver usually allowed his desperation to allow him. He tutted over him yes, but not like the others.

What beautiful eyes you have.

You're much too beautiful to be here all alone.

How has no one kept you yet?

What delightful lips you have.

Do you know how to use them?

Oliver followed Him home practically floating on a cloud. He let him strip him down then dress him back up again.

Do you like that love?

A pretty little thing dressed in pretty little clothes.

Just for me?

Oliver is panting, foaming at the mouth for it.

Just for you sir.

Oliver is thankful it's the weekend when he opens his eyes to realize it's morning. He's giddy when he's offered breakfast. He must have done a VERY good job then.

Everything is off to the side, love.

How about your eggs ?

I'll have the driver take you then. Much to early for a cab.

You don't have classes do you?

To say Oliver was a little disappointed was to say the least. He had thought he had done a very good job. He gets dressed without a fuss. He wants to decline the ride all together but he knows he's much too far from home for that.

He grabs Oliver's pouting mouth before he heads to the door.

Don't be like that, love. I would very much like to see you again.

Something is placed in Oliver's hand. He doesn't pay attention till after He has taken Oliver's number down. Sent him off with a pec and promised to ring him.

He's halfway home before he opens the envelope he'd been gripping. Written on the back in looping script.

Thank you for such a beautiful time. Please buy yourself something pretty for next time.

Inside more money than all his former companions pocket change put together.

It lasts till the end of the summer before college. He had to get back to his wife and kids with the youngest just starting school and all.

You understand right, love?

Oliver does understand. He does even in their short 5 months together he has learned many things by rubbing shoulders with the elites. By hanging off His arm pretending not to understand a word as socialites giggle a leer and purposely using niche jargon and name obscure artists. Letting others reveal themselves in front of him watching and understanding them.

Oliver understands he is a pretty thing to be wanted to be kept. He refuses to be tossed away again.

#saltburn #oliver quick #sugarbaby #sugardaddy

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kettlefire · 1 year

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Wayne Manor Galas were known well among the socialites of Gotham City. As amazing as they were, they were also very unpredictable.

It was common for these events to be crashed by various villains, but also Bruce Wayne's own children.

Whether it be a child hanging from the rafters, strays being invited in when backs were turned, or much more.

Although, as the kids have aged, the events have been much more tamed nowadays. Even as new faces appeared among Wayne manor with every passing day.

One thing the regular guests were used to was Bruce Wayne's dad face. The look that graced his features anytime his children did something that would require discipline. Something he never did in front of his guests.

No one expected to see that look this time around. Not because Bruce's children weren't there, but because it wasn't on his face.

For the first time, Bruce was on the end his guests usually were.

Watching as none other than Vlad Masters stared up at his chandelier with a look that could send anyone six feet under.

A child that wasn't his, although he looked like he could be, was settled up on the chandelier. The structure shaking and swinging with his movements.

There was a strange sort of limbo as the guests alike tried to figure out what to do.

Vlad seemed a little out of his depths on how to handle the situation.

So Bruce did the one thing that always worked for him. When he needed a quick fix, because lectures and conversations can happen when there isn't so many prying eyes.

Bargain or bribe.

"If you need a place to burn off some energy, I'm more than happy to escort you to our gym."

It took a little more to actually get the kid to come down. Bruce learned his name was Danny, and the mention of Dick's gymnastic set up, the teen suddenly seemed very interested.

Even as Bruce smiled, regarded his guests to go back to enjoying the event, and moved to lead the fidgeting teen away, he felt it.

The distinct feeling of eyes on him. Not just watching like many of his guests still did. No, instead glaring.

There was no doubt in his mind it was Vlad Masters.

He'll be sure to catch Vlad before he leaves, after all he's got plenty of advice for a first time dad.

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yanguazalie · 9 months

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Author's Note: After three years of sitting on this (can you tell by how old the cover looks? lol), I've finally made the small illustrations I wanted to and now I've finally posted my first fanfic! May you enjoy some fluffy Kandy angst under the cut!

Kitty's secretive love for Mandy grows daily, sprouting like a flower through a jagged crack in the ground. She has endless opportunities to be open about her love, and yet she prefers to keep it under wraps. Is there something bigger you want to avoid, Kitty?

"Alright, so this next one's Jonathan... Oh I know Jonathan! He's the artist-slash-model, he's cute. I didn't know he liked you."

"He does! So then the issue was whether I'd hang out with Harley or with Jonathan. We could have hung out together but both wanted me to themselves, and I can't blame them!"

"Gosh how can you keep track of so many suitors? You should just stick with one like me."

"Well you know the saying, 'Plenty of fish in the sea,' Gonna catch them all and taste every one of 'em!"

"Is that what the saying means?"

On a late afternoon at the Institute of Perfection, the Spy Girls: Kitty, Lydia, and Tuesday were sitting on the raised benches along the path, where other dolls were passing by, whether to finish their remaining classes, to meet with friends, or just ditch. The Spy Girls were in the third category; they managed to get away with it more often, for one reason or another.

Lydia was gossiping to Tuesday about her current romances; she was such a socialite, so open to other dolls, if not for Lou being in charge she'd have the whole Institute at her feet. Instead she just had a growing group of dolls trying to woo her for undivided attention.

While they were chatting, Kitty was sitting next to them, looking the other way, lost in thought, about a girl... About Mandy.

Kitty was pretty responsible about leaving her heart at home. Her utmost priority, as any doll, was to graduate from the Institute and be paired with her kid. She handled all her courses with ease, most preferably the obstacle course- she and her Spy sisters were the best at it. Other classes were her second-favorites if Mandy was in them, but even Kitty knew to control herself around her.

Mandy was also very devoted to her courses, maybe even more so because of her myopia, which she had to keep under wraps from everyone. All three of the Spies knew that she wore her glasses during her free time; that was the one bit of confidence between them all, and it was far more than they would do for other dolls. So with her devotion, Mandy wasn't ever the first to chum around with other classmates, lest she catch negative attention from the staff-bots and soon from Lou.

Kitty most often found this as a chance to be beside her when they happened to have classes together, and stare at her for as long as she could with contentment. Mandy wouldn't have noticed, being so focused on the lessons, and this was exactly how Kitty wanted it.

However, her heart snuck out of the house this time, and made Kitty a lovesick doll by the end of the day. On this day, Mandy was in ALL of her classes up until this last one. And for one reason or another, Mandy took initiative to talk with Kitty! Kitty deep down was caught off-guard by her sudden friendliness, but on the outside she mirrored the mood as if it were a natural occurrence.

Mandy was all smiles throughout her classes, all while chatting with Kitty about little things, and helping each other through the courses, cracking jokes here and there, even trying to contain their giggles when it started becoming too much. There wasn't any mention on why Mandy was acting so relaxed, but Kitty was all for it. Being one-on-one with her like this, Kitty liked pretending that she was "hanging out with her girlfriend" and that put her on top of the world.

"You did it flawlessly, Mandy," Kitty mumbled to herself.

Lydia and Tuesday only heard her slightly and paused to see if she was going to say anything else. When all she did was sigh and continued to look onward, the two returned to their gossiping. Without knowing her current mood they knew she wouldn't be interested in talk about boys or quick hookups anyway.

"You really think so? I slipped a few times," Kitty imagined Mandy replying.

"Oh no no, you were great! You were so confident how could anyone notice..."

Lydia and Tuesday were too enthralled in their own conversation at this point to pay attention to their distracted sister. They were missing quite a show as Kitty quietly giggled to herself, swinging her legs back and forth out of pure happiness. Outside of the Spies' shared home, Kitty was never this loose with her manners. Only a few of the passing dolls noticed the usually sassy spy's sudden giddiness, but they knew to keep it to themselves and maybe a trusted friend later- otherwise one or all three of the spies would stick it to them if they gave the wrong notion.

"I know we're in the open," Kitty thought for Mandy again. "but do you think it'd be too much to hug each other right now? Whether or not it's because I'm a child's doll, I've been in quite a tizzy today and could use it to calm down."

"Oh you're being quite silly today," Kitty replied to herself. "Of course we can't hug! As much as I'd want to..." Within her daydream she saw Lydia's hand resting on the bench out the corner of her eye. Still neither Lydia nor Tuesday were paying attention.

"I figured as much... But... what if you kissed my hand? Then others would just think we're practicing etiquette right? Please, Kitty..."

"Oh I'd LOVE to kiss your hand, my dear girl! I'll make it count for your sake."

It wasn't until Lydia felt her hand being raised did she finally take notice to Kitty, and Tuesday noticed as soon as Lydia stopped talking. The both of them being out of the loop, just watched Kitty gently lift her sister's hand, becoming squicked at her raising it to her face, followed by a loud shout of disgust as the pink-haired doll enchantingly pressed her lips against the defenseless hand.

"Kitty, what are you DOING?! Gross!!" Lydia snatched her hand away, vigorously shaking off any "cooties" before wiping the tainted back of it on Tuesday, who responded with swatting it away from her.

Kitty, finally snapped out of her spell stared wide-eyed at Lydia, stunned by her own unorthodox behavior and feared them catching on.

"What? You don't want me kissing your hand?" Kitty said, trying to change the mood.

"No!" Lydia shouted. "Neither you or Tuesday can kiss my hand- ANYWHERE!" Lydia shuddered all over. "Cheeks are okay but those are only sometimes- UGH, I still feel it on me!"

"Oh calm down, I was only teasing," Kitty lied. "You act like EVERYONE is pining for you, I was getting tired of it."

"Well if you want to 'tease' me, don't make it so icky," Lydia replied. "Getting unexpectedly kissed has to be the grossest thing..." Lydia smirked rethinking the idea. "Well, most often."

"I wouldn't mind Lou unexpectedly kissing ME," said Tuesday, a big smile coming across her face at the thought of him. "I dream of the day!"

"Well dream in one hand and cry in another and see which fills first," Lydia said sarcastically.

"You're being such a hater right now," Tuesday said, peeved for only a moment.

"You wouldn't want Lou to kiss your hand?" asked Kitty, trying to lighten her stunt again.

"Heck no!" Lydia protested. "He's so bossy. And he's too old!"

"No he's NOT!" Tuesday snapped. "You're as young as you're made! Don't call Lou old. And he's only bossy to YOU because you keep ignoring him." Lydia mockingly stuck out her tongue.

"Would you let Amaya kiss you?" Kitty started again.

"Oh yeah, that's fine!" Lydia said as she bounced in approval. "Anyone but you two and Lou can kiss me."

"So then you'd let Charles kiss you?"

"Yup!"

"Even Arnold?"

"Yes!"

"Sarah?"

"She kisses everyone but yes to her too! I'm telling you, anyone but you three."

This made Kitty irresponsibly suspicious. "Would you let Mandy kiss you?" She stingily asked.

"Yea- wait, MANDY? Why would SHE kiss me?"

The two dolls looked at Kitty, waiting for an answer. Kitty realized her attempt to redirect the conversation failed, and she looked away- as if that gesture alone was enough to keep their gears from turning: Why did she bring up Mandy? Mandy was close enough to all of them, but Lydia never liked her romantically, nor has Mandy ever acted any sort of way toward her to peak her interest. If anything, Mandy had more in common with...

"Ooooohhh!" The two caught on. Then they started laughing, realizing their sister's weird behavior all made sense.

"You don't have to worry about me, Kitty!" Lydia reassured. "Mandy's all yours."

"Ugh," scoffed Kitty.

"Kitty likes Mandy~♪" Tuesday chimed in.

Kitty crossed her arms and looked away from the both of them, all annoyed and embarrassed. Lydia looked at her lovingly, knowing how much Mandy meant to her and how much she loses herself at the thought of the four-eyed Polymath-slash-Model had her melting at the cuteness. Tuesday couldn't help but giggle since Kitty always acted so flawless in public, and yet here she is getting all defensive about her crush after acting so foolish.

"Looks like your affection can't be contained anymore," Lydia confirmed. "You should just tell Mandy how you feel!"

"...I don't want to," declined Kitty.

"Why not?" asked Tuesday. "The sooner you tell her the sooner she'll notice you and the sooner she'll love you back! Since I told Lou I loved him, it's way easier to get his attention and win him over."

"You mean TRY to win him over," Lydia corrected.

"He's coming around!"

"But Tuesday's right, Kitty. You have a VERY clean shot with Mandy. The two of you get along so well when you're one-on-one! You're both nerdy, like and dislike a lot of the same things, and your chemistry is so adorable!"

Kitty irked at the 'adorable' part. "Why would you say that? Have you been WATCHING me with Mandy?"

"GIRL, of course I have! Tuesday too!" Tuesday nodded proudly. "The fact you didn't know shows how good of spies we are."

"...It's not worthwhile," she said with deflated energy. "I'm fine with the way things are. And it's better this way. So I deserve to delve in daydreams like these, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?" Tuesday asked concerned.

"It's just-"

"Hey Mandy! MANDY!!" Lydia suddenly shouted. Kitty and Tuesday turned their heads to where Lydia was looking, and saw Mandy fast-walking down the path, nearly passing them.

Mandy heard her name and turned to where it came from. She squinted her eyes toward the direction, but it was all an heinous blur without her glasses. If not for the brightly colored hair of the three, she wouldn't have been able to recognize the Spy Girls.

"Hey girls!" Mandy shouted back.

"Come over here!" Lydia urged.

Mandy slightly hesitated since she was rushing to her final class, but walked over anyway.

"What's up?" Mandy asked once she made it to them.

"Girl, where you've been? I haven't seen you all day!" Lydia said, easing her in.

"We had classes all day," Mandy reminded.

"But even with the random schedules Lou gives us to 'keep us on our toes,' I see you at least once a day, in class or walking to the next one, or on days with Lou.

"I suppose? I've seen Kitty all day, though!" Mandy gave a big smile as she glanced over to Kitty. "Isn't that right?"

Kitty was becoming uncomfortable between her sisters teasing her and then Mandy being chummy toward her in front of them.

"Uh-huh," Kitty forced out of herself, staring at Mandy, frozen.

"Is that so?" Lydia said, clearly becoming intrigued.

"Yeah!" Mandy happily said. "We've been having class after class together!"

"Oh REALLY??" Lydia and Tuesday said in unison.

"She's been my companion up until the last one. It's been fun!"

"Yeah? She's been your right-hand gal?" asked Lydia. "How's she been?"

As Mandy happily spouted all the things she and Kitty had done without a second thought, both Lydia and Tuesday observed Kitty, who was doing her best to deflect their stares. But Kitty couldn't help herself as she listened to Mandy and started smiling, noticing the joy in Mandy's voice simply because she was around her all day. For a brief moment she pretended she was being "praised by her girlfriend" and everything was pure bliss.

"Kitty can be so helpful!" Lydia promoted. "That's why she's the leader you know. She makes a VERY good PARTNER too." Kitty sneered at her for her shameless coaxing, wanting to push her over. Mandy didn't seem to catch on to that last part.

"Absolutely!" she replied, looking over to Kitty again, with her lovely and honest smile, her gold-colored eyes glimmering to match. Kitty couldn't help but smile back. She really loved this doll.

"Oh! Mandy!" Tuesday suddenly burst out. "I remembered something just now! Lydia's hands are bigger than all of ours! Almost like a boy's."

"Crazy girl, what're you spouting?" Lydia asked, feeling near-insulted.

"It's true! Mandy, the three of use sleep next to each other at night-"

"Tuesday, don't tell her that!" Kitty snapped. "Jeez!"

"Nah, I told her already," said Lydia. "When she came to our 'Elite Girls' slumber party, remember that night? Lou invited himself?"

"Hm-hm, we got to draw on his face after he passed out."

"And he went home without checking the next morning." Kitty and Lydia snickered mischievously together.

"Yeah, Lydia told me," Mandy confirmed. "It was after you two went to sleep. But it's nothing to be embarrassed about; We're children's dolls. Sleeping next to someone can be soothing."

"See Kitty? Even Mandy knows what it's all about!" Lydia then whispered in Kitty's ear, "She'll gladly sleep next to YOU." Kitty sneered at her again, then ramming her elbow into her- Lydia let out a small whine.

"ANYWAY," Tuesday resumed. "That's when I noticed the sizes! Lydia's are the biggest and mine are the smallest."

"My hands are NOT big!" exclaimed Lydia. "Put 'em up! Lemme se- Oh... they are."

Mandy chuckled. "That actually makes sense," she said. "Since you're 'Combat Princess' they would need to bigger. Makes it easier to throw good swings!"

"Wild... Mandy let me see yours then! Oh! Tuesday's ARE smaller!"

"Are they? Tuesday, let me see. Oh they are, a little bit. Maybe because you're 'Gadget Princess,' your hands need to be smaller for when your tinkering with electronics!"

Tuesday scoffed. "Small hands are for cute dolls. That's all it is! But now that's two reasons!"

"But you're all cute!" Mandy remarked. "If Lou has anything to say about it."

"But I'm the CUTEST! That's why my hands are smaller."

Kitty could already see where this weird game was going. Was this Tuesday's sneaky plan to spark a romance... or maybe she got sidetracked remembering the hand-kiss earlier? Either way, Mandy looked over to Kitty, right on time. It was her turn.

"Kitty, what about us?" Mandy asked as she went over to her. 'What about us' she says. Kitty couldn't stand it!

But even if she couldn't, she lifted her hands to avoid suspicion. Mandy pushed her own hands right against hers. This really was the first time they ever touched hands, and this Spy Girl's mind became foggier with every second that passed...

Kitty instantly became flooded with the urge to lace their fingers together and never take them apart. Mandy's hands already felt so soft when they had slid up against her pale fingers, they'd be even softer to squeeze. Suddenly, Mandy's cherry-scented perfume became even more intoxicating, even though she was pleasantly smelling it through their classes all day. It took everything in her to not just grab this doll's hands and take a full whiff of the cherry scent that came off of them. Instead she fought hard not to breathe, but then her heart pounded, whether because of holding her breath or the restraint to just smell the scent again. '"If I were your girlfriend it'd be so easy," Kitty thought.

"You have the same sized hands!" said Tuesday.

"Talk about a PERFECT match!" said Lydia.

"That's so cool!" Mandy observed. "It must be because we have so much in common, right Kitty?" She continued holding her hands against Kitty's as she examined how they fit together.

Lydia and Tuesday looked on excitedly. Mandy must have felt something for Kitty if she said that, right?

"I-it's because I'm 'Strategy Princess' right? I'm the middle ground for our team!" Kitty could feel herself getting dizzy, even though she'd been sitting this whole time.

"Well maybe... It's still really neat since we get along, you know?"

"Yeah it's... neat."

Mandy's smile grew with the affirmation. Then she sighed in satisfaction. "I've been in a really good mood today," she said, looking out at the sky over the far wall of the institute. "The day started like any other, but I still felt really happy... Maybe because I was going to have the pleasant surprise of hanging out with one of my friends all day. I usually only see the three of you once a day for our classes. Some days I don't see you at all. I won't count the days we spend together with Lou."

"You and Kitty are BEST friends," Tuesday said innocently. "Because you get along the best!"

"We do, don't we? That's why I've been so happy then. Because I got to hang out with YOU, Kitty!"

"It makes me glad to hear you say that," Kitty tiredly confessed before indirectly shooing her away. She took her hands back and said, "You should get going! We'll see you later."

"Oh right! It's always fun talking to you girls, I never get to do it. See you later then!"

"Byyyee," said Tuesday and Lydia as Mandy dashed off, somewhat disappointed in Kitty for ending it so abruptly.

Once she got farther from the three, Lydia and Tuesday couldn't stop squealing to each other. Then they hovered over to Kitty, shaking her and standing her up to get her as excited as them.

"Come ON, Kitty! Jump! Dance!" Lydia affectionately pinched her sister's pink cheek, which she promptly snapped away from. "Do SOMETHING! Mandy said she was happy because of YOU!"

"I have ears, Lydia," Kitty was sounding more miffed than excited.

"We make SUCH a good team!" Tuesday hopped over to Lydia, grabbing her hands in a job-well-done.

"I KNOW! That was crazy, it worked so beautifully. But with these two it handles itself."

"That's enough," Kitty said weakly. But the two were too excited to hear her.

"What should we try next?" Tuesday asked in suspense.

"Ooh! Maybe you can hack into whichever robot puts the schedules together, then they can share all their classes every day!"

"That's a pretty detailed job. I think I can handle it! What if we do another slumber party, but we don't tell anyone?"

"Like kidnapping Mandy so Lou doesn't catch on? I like the way you think!"

"You guys," Kitty tried again.

"Or we can set up a tea party for the two of them! I can get the Bakers-slash-Models to make all their favorite things! They'd do anything for me you know."

"I can arrange the music! I know so many love songs."

"Yes, YES! Those two are so good at dancing."

"Guys," Kitty said with a deeper tone, shaking.

"We come up with such good plans. Kitty, what do you wanna-"

"I want you guys to drop it, OKAY?!"

The Institute suddenly fell silent. The pathway had cleared as all the dolls already left, and any other lively thing in the vicinity no longer made a sound as Kitty's burst of anger spread over everything. Tuesday and Lydia finally quieted down. Though they weren't too sure how to respond now.

"I don't know why you BOTH are so up in arms about this," Kitty continued to exclaim. "I'm the leader, aren't I? I know what's going to work better than the two of you using all your braincells! Don't you think if I KNEW it would work I'd be all over the situation without you butting in?!"

"You know it WON'T work?" Lydia cautiously asked.

"YES! There's no doubt it won't work!"

"But at home..." For as naïve as Tuesday could be at times, she knew Kitty's immodesty with her love behind closed doors too well. She felt deeply that the team-leader was hurting herself by being seclusive about her true love. "You write Mandy's name in cursive all the time because you said you want to see how pretty it could look. And you draw you and her together sometimes. You sing love songs thinking about her, I know you do. Don't you want Mandy to know?"

"What for? Even if she liked me back, we could only be together for as long as we're here. Once we all graduate, I'll never see her again. I don't want something temporary like you two do. And... what if she were to turn me down instead, while we're still here? I've run it through my head and I would still want her all the same... I'd look at her the same way and think of her the same way, and she'd notice it this time. How distracting it'd be with as much as she has on her plate.

"She has to be good at ALL the occupations since she's a polymath, on top of the etiquette lessons everyone has to take, and she's an elite doll so it's even more important- I, I think? I don't know why Lou yells at her all the time- we've done worse. She does everything fine, she has to because she can't see without her glasses! We ditch class all the time while Mandy has to go to every single one in case Lou turns up. He hasn't shown up today but what if he did while she was slacking with me? He'd yell at her in front of everyone and I can't be by her side or else I'd get the three of us in trouble, too! And Mandy would think it's her fault because Lou was already mad at her, a-- and---"

Lydia and Tuesday started noticing the pain expressed in her breaking voice.

"I won't add on to her problems if being her friend is enough. Either way, I'd have my heart broken, whether we split up or if she rejects me. I could break hers even more if I led her on. The three of us will leave together, and who would she have? That must already sting... None of this is right."

"You got to touch her hand," Lydia said, trying to bring Kitty back to a better mood; The way her sister beat herself up over the perfect execution, it's all she could say that seemed the least stressful to her.

"I'd rather have held it!" Kitty replied. "If it were up to me though, I wouldn't have done it at all. Now my head and my stomach hurts like crazy just remembering it."

"It'll be okay," said Tuesday. "It's a good thing we're ditching, right?"

Kitty nodded and covered her face with her hands, either from exhaustion or to keep from crying.

Lydia put her hand on her trembling sister's shoulder. "We'll drop it," she said. "You ready to head back?"

Kitty quietly nodded again. Tuesday took hold of her hand, Lydia wrapped her arm around her, all together walked off the path returning home.

#uglydolls #uglydolls fanfic #in.perfection #uglydolls kitty #uglydolls mandy #uglydolls lydia #uglydolls tuesday #kandy

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Young Royals Perfectly Understands Frustrating Teenagers

*Spoiler Alert for the whole series*

This Netflix-produced Swedish teen drama just wrapped up its third and final season. It follows the second-in-line to the Swedish throne, Wilhelm “Willie” navigating a fancy boarding school rife with toxic social hierarchies and a crippling addiction to dangerous traditions, while also discovering his sexuality. Suddenly, his older brother dies and he’s now the crown prince, when no one ever expected him to have this responsibility, including himself. His jerk of a cousin records him and his new secret boyfriend being intimate and so ensues three seasons of drama surrounding the chaos of this poor kid being outed to the whole world, and the damage of publicity on his relationships.

*I watched this with subtitles and cannot comment on the quality of any dub.

This show is incredibly frustrating, because its characters are frustrating—because they’re incredibly believably teenagers who stake their entire futures on a high school fling. Willie and his love interest, Simon, are in a constant struggle over Willie’s great expectations as the new crown prince and Simon, of a lower social class, having a great many demands over how he thinks he should be able to live his life.

The characters have a ton of depth and that goes well beyond the two leads. The villain of the show, August, the evil cousin, is a hot mess who can’t do anything right. One that absolutely expects to peak in high school and sail through adulthood on his family’s legacy. He’s also Willie’s spare if he abdicates the throne, a rather unique twist on the prince trope I haven’t seen very often. Willie doesn’t want to be king, but he hates the idea of August on the throne even more, and, if only to spite his cousin, strays way outside of his comfort zone and ignores his own wants and desires to make sure he becomes king.

Other side characters include the dudebro boys of their school, also all dickish aristocrats, the ladies’ side of the school, and Simon’s sister's relationship with these socialites and her awesome best friend, Felice.

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*spoiler alert again*

These two characters, Willie and Simon, are terrible for each other. Simon is too young and immature to understand and appreciate the demands of being royalty in a modern setting. He gets upset at Willie for all manner of things—that Simon has to watch what he posts on social media, who he talks to, who he takes pictures with, what statements he makes, and his unrealistic expectations of any politician. Every time he gets upset, I understand that he’s 17, but I’m also scowling at my TV thinking, “What exactly did you expect, dating royalty?”

Willie, on the other hand, bends over backwards for this guy and desperately needs to actually attend his therapy sessions instead of angsting over his doomed-to-fail romance. They’re entertaining, but they are so, so stressful to watch, whether it’s their many arguments or whenever they start making out in a public place where they can be caught.

They break up, get back together, break up, get back together. In the 11th hour of season 3, Simon officially breaks it off and I actually cheered. I figured the finale would end with the sick queen’s funeral and Willie reluctantly accepting his birthright.

That did not happen. Instead, Willie and August have a rushed “all’s forgiven” conversation, he abdicates, and runs after Simon to be free of a responsibility he never wanted. On the one hand, yes, he never wanted to be king, that much was clear from the moment he found out he was the new crown prince, but on the other hand—Willie wasn’t the character who needed to change for this relationship to work.

Simon was.

Simon, who argued with him constantly over the conservative nature of the monarchy, for all the stances Willie wasn’t allowed to take because of his rank. Simon could have ended this season either breaking up with him for good, or committing to the responsibility of loving royalty, and the two could have looked to a future of slew of progressive changes once Willie had the authority to enact change as king.

August won’t enact shit. August who, upon telling his friends that he’s the new second-in-line, realizes acutely how miserable he’s about to be for the long rest of his life. I half expected this guy to not survive to the end of the season with how self-destructive he is.

It feels like they had a different direction planned for the finale and someone somewhere cut it down. That, or Netflix's "3 season" rule made no exceptions and they had to rush to the finish line.

—

Overall, they’re frustrating, but they’re also incredibly well-written teenagers. The constant pop/club music over actual score got annoying but it’s an exposure to artists I never listen to. The acting is fantastic across the board, as well, along with the editing and cinematography. The actual plot, up to the finale, was engaging and well thought out, with these two heirs duking it out in a cold war with the entire school caught in the middle.

Maybe I just don’t understand Swedish teenagers. I certainly can’t speak to if this at all reflects the reality of Swedish culture and living under a monarchy. It’s a shame that, in my opinion, it didn’t quite stick the landing with the messages it wanted to send, but the show’s a solid, if stressful watch, and a short one at that.

#review #netflix #young royals

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for-the-sake-of-color · 7 months

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for the oc meme: i’m curious about how my girl Andrie would get along with your ocs! I know you read her intro post, but in short she’s a force sensitive farm girl turned rebel who Went Through Some Shit growing up. she has a hell of a temper, but she’s also extremely loyal to the people she loves and super determined to see things through. also if you dare to lift a hand against her bf she’ll end you

thank you so much asjghgqpughqerg rgb I love Andrie she has such a facinating life from start to finish

Well Lets see!!!! so we are going to have to assume that Crisis Company managed to survive order 66 (they did not make it long enough to even see it in timelines where it happened, and their main timeline is an o66 fix-it. its complicated. if the time travel bit never happends, they likely would have deserted when Kix was taken by the separatists after the brain chips thing, with no reason to stay with the republic) in a way that leaves Andrie the same woman that she would be if history takes its natural course

Andrie is a good, strong willed person who tries to do right by those she loves. Eventually, she becomes a wise and powerful Jedi.

bit long, under the cut

I think that Mary Ann is the Oc of mine that would get along with her the best, or at least, I think they have a good shot of understanding eachother in a deeper sense, on finding common ground from their pasts. If they got off on the right foot, Mary Ann would probably like to keep her as a friend, because she's a true socialite at heart, and damn good at it too.

Mary Ann originally left her homeworld because her Mother and her Mothers and their Mothers believed it was her job, her duty, to settle down and birth as many children as she could until she was no longer fertile. That's not what she wanted out of life, though, and she didn't want to put her body through that even once. Eventually, sometime after Mary Ann took Jet and Margo on as her mates during the clone wars (humans with no chance of direct procreation with her) her mother and a cousin travel to coruscant and try to.... irrevocably ruin Jet's life to force her to come back home. Mary Ann is also fairly friendly, even if she's got a rather sharp tongue and critical eye, it takes a lot to actually get under her skin. She's also a killer cook who used to run amazing resteraunts on the coruscant upper levels before the end of the war, she says, and is always out to impress. If Andrie can dish out a compliment for her dishes direct to her face, she may find herself suddenly with more free baked goods than she can take home with her. If any harm ever came to her little family, though? well. there is a reason the Jedi held a little fear in their hearts for the rage of the gurlanins

Captain Jet would like her, almost certainly and from the start, even if she would definately disagree with his choice of company. He's got a soft spot for the tempermental ones. He's trying to be a good man, so he would understand any reservations she would have about Nihlus being... a sith, even as a leashed one. (or Heron and his... proclivities)

If they did manage to survive the order with Nihlus alive, She would probably meet the Squad in the Rebellion, because Jet would be unable to let a FASCIST EMPIRE run by a SITH LORD continue without trying to do anything at all. This war, at least, he chose to fight. He chose this cause, and he believes in it in the way he hadnt had with the republic since he was a shiny. Believes in this Skywalker kid in a way he never quite did with the mans (he considers) reckless father. And Jet would respect anyone who makes the same choice and commitment to the rebellion, regardless of why they do it, regardless of their personal opinion of him. There are bigger enemies to face than the people fighting by your side. Though if she could not find it in herself to tolerate Nihlus, he would proably try to minimize his time around her. He gets it, but that's still his 'little' brother by choice.

Nihlus.... The biggest challenge to getting along with most of my ocs is just tolerating this guy. Nihlus Brek is a tried and true old academy style sith lord. Like he was genuinely trained in an pre-kotor era sith academy (whom he then slaughtered for all of their slights against him during his training). Just because he's more of a benign sith, an archivist, and a leashed one at that, doesnt mean killing voilence murder mutilation bloodshed isnt like.... his favorite pass time.

Nihlus isn't a threat to Andrie so long as Jet says he isnt, and Nihlus will quite literally die if he disobeys Jet's orders (blood oath, a sort of sith alchemy they use to guarantee his absolute loyalty. yes, it is by choice). He doesn't hate jedi or their sympathizers on principal, they generally kept the galaxy from burning. No galaxy, nothing to archive. He respects her for being willing to fight alongside them, that it makes her strong regardless of her skill level in the force. The more she gets in touch with the light, though, the less willing he would be to cooperatively be in her presence. Lightsiders give him a tinnitus like sensation. Skyrim ninroot bass boosted ass sound effect. So great, go be a goody two shoes or whatever the fuck, just do it.... over there. He would help provide her and her academy research material about jedi from his archive, if she was so inclined to it. Sith too, though he has no interest in taking on a sith apprentice himself. The galaxy does not need more people like the emperor, or even himself, he will say by his own admission, though he he is almost entirely unrepentent for all the suffering he himself has caused so long as it has furthered his goals or protected those he cares about.

The Rest of Crisis Company are a mixed bag all depending on how... willing Andrie is to letting Nihlus' killing bloodshed maiming mutalation murder torture of imperials thing slide. Like however she reacts to watching a stormtrooper get turned inside out by a laughing sith probably would set the tone of her relationship with the rest of the company

Margo leans towards tolerance of even some of the more abhorrent of Nihlus treatment towards their enemies and their prisoners, so the more Andrie is willing to turn cheek to unnessisiarily violent cruelty, the greater liklyhood she has for getting on with Margo. She doesn't believe in Skywalker like Jet does, but she'd follow any of them into hell with only mild complaining, Cynic doesnt much care for outsiders regaurdless of their opinions. Respects her fighting skills, then later would respect her willingess to become a jedi "despite what happened to the rest of those sorry saps" he would probably say directly to her face. Would probably not form anything close to 'like' though, as he jut doent care to make friends. Lake and Torch often come as an inseparable sniper unit, even after all these years. Decidedly more willing to befriend people who chose not to tolerate Nihlus, because everthing the sith does often serves to make them a little bit squeamish, although Torch has a bit more of a stomach for it (though not by much). Lake would like more 'normal and sane' connections, and Torch would be interested in hearing about Andrie's homeworld, cause even after over 20 years he still cant quite believe a place could exist that is the antithesis of Kamino's vast oceans. Heron is.... Heron is a a brutal killer who has an occasional taste for what he butchers. He held too many lives in his hands during the clone wars and developed both a god complex about his medic shit and a taste for blood, and he's had his fair share of fun with Nihlus and some of their imperial prisoners. Even if Andrie had never seen his work directly, she's likely heard rumors. If she can get past that, though, he's actually nice enough, and surprisingly amiable to boot. Sprig is always around. and he's always listening. If crisis company has a spymaster, he's it. He's probably met the rebellions concept of Andrie long before he's met the woman himself. Also respects her regaurdless of wether or not she tolerates Nihlus, but his regaurd for likeablity would fluctiate based on how vocally she dislikes his 'little' brother, if at all. if she actively dislikes Nihlus, he listens. If she doesnt, he speaks in equal measures. He does love to just chit-chat, too.

#thanks again for the ask <3 #<3 #<3 <3 <3 #ask game #nihlus tag #jet tag #mary ann tag #margo tag #cynic tag #lake tag #torch tag #heron tag #sprig tag #crisis company tag

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time for analyzing the absolute most freak-ass set of supports i have ever seen nintendo handle (affectionately)

A-support first since this got overly long, and i also touch on the JP versions as well.

half meta analysis, half lengthy shitpost because.

well ~

Last time in the Gunter/Corrin support train, we learned that Gunter used a little toy ball to coax Corrin out from her shell post the mind wipes when she was as skittish as a kitten, and then in the B support, Gunter/Corrin played catch again for the first time.

A little odd, but fairly tame. Here though ..... :')

(pardon me for the different "Corrin" look -- i ripped these screenshots off of a youtube version b/c i was lazy about not getting into the game proper) god do you know how many random ass files i have as reference for gunter JP/EN voicelines, JP/EN my room bits, transcripts, sprites, etc ... after this fic is done i'm totally making that fanshrine if only to stick all this shit in one place lol

anyway, corrin starts this bright and peppy and eager for more.

eyebrow waggle-/shot

cute. :D

(the stretching's cute, too. like, more seriously, this isn't just wind-down/playtime, you can tell he's always incorporated this subtly as part of her training, likely modifying some soldier's training in a manner a little bit more befitting of her.)

they keep going...

Corrin: Ready as I'll ever be! There's no way I'm missing one of your throws! Gunter: All right, then. Here we go. Corrin: And easily caught. I have to say, Gunter, you have excellent form and follow-through. You know, I just remembered… Wasn't this ball made from a whip? Gunter: It was indeed. A pretty odd choice for material, I know… Corrin: Gunter… Would you be willing to tell me a few stories from when I was growing up? I still have a lot of holes in my memory from when I was little. Gunter: Of course. But you'll have to pay attention to the ball at the same time!

i do find it interesting garon was keeping tabs enough on corrin to have opinions on how she was being raised, but not close enough that she has any recollection of him.

now for an absolutely wtf level of fridge horror: there's a part of the same JP lines above that made me sit way the fuck up.

Gunther: Of course. Then, as we’re playing… On that day, King Garon was in an incredibly terrible mood… He handed me this whip. He told me that until you were obedient, I was to continue whipping you.

"continue whipping" [record scratch] wait what the fuck

... i think that implies that garon was whipping corrin before she was she was sent to the tower?? man what the hell kind of life did corrin have between being kidnapped out of hoshido and before ending up in the northern fortress under gunter's aegis.

gunter's no saint, not in the least bit (i have sooooooo many issues with the side of fandom who thinks he's just a sweet wholesome old grandpa lmao lol looooooooooooool no), but damn did he sure protect her from the worst of krakenburg.

okay this is interesting

a) she doesn't trust her memory like, at all. it's wild to think that gunter's literally likely the one dude that remembers her early lived life the best considering her other retainers (jakob/flora/felicia) were kids even slightly younger than she was, the hoshidan siblings were really young as well, and no other playable nohrian character was around much other than the occasional visit, post her kidnapping.

it's a little terrifying to think about how (i guess, if you interpret the game that way?) anankos was possessing him way back when and had free reign around corrin. that's kind of why i'm not totally in love with that interpretation (that'd be the perfect time for anankos to take out/corrupt corrin. why didn't he?).

anyway

b) that 'closed off' line says a lot from him, considering Gunter's hardly a socialite, either. in fact their whole support chain was framed around corrin seeking him out because he starkly seeks out alone time so much that it's a little ... isolating.

so like, if mister 'nah i don't need to be around people' is saying that, sheesh. i dabble in it with this slowburn fic, but i could almost see corrin being selectively mute at times, and hiding from people days at a time.

their dynamic ain't normal by any means but you can see how that kind of early-stage trauma bonding on both of their sides would influence [gestures at] everything, you know?

gunter's not just a father("figure"). or just a combat instructor. or just a mentor, or later, just a lover -- he's something that's more, even all combined. there's a hardwired sense of trust and codependency that's seared into them from the get-go.

(it's fucked up! god it's fun to write though.)

so i ambled away from my computer at this line while screenshotting these and only afterwards realized that this out of context sounds like a goddamn porno LMAO

[whispers] what in the fuckity fuck nintendo

corrin, sweetie.....

...................how in the fuck are we supposed to read that with a straight face sjkhshajhjhjjh

lol. lmao.

okay [drags hands down face and cackles]

so this is right about where i really have to say i genuinely cannot see their (romantic) relationship being anything but a kink relationship. (and i say this in the fic notes but it's not the 'bdsm acronym pasta garbage' sense, and it's not in the 50 shades of grey cliche 24/7 M/s sense either, god i cannot fucking stand the cliche version of that shit. shoot me if i ever write that.)

and i say that for several reasons.

one - if you're shipping them, their mutual power dynamics are so hopelessly tangled between them and it's the one language -- in a way -- that they both "speak" later on that is uniquely equipped to handle a lot of that and the trauma junk from both of them in a private, loving, dignifying way. i genuinely mean that, too. rev's possession arc with him, corrin recovering from the mind wipes, etc. they're gonna have to face a lot of unpleasant shit together, and actively grappling at and mutually playing with those realities is, in a complex way, hell of a lot healthier than simply pretending it doesn't exist in the first place.

(two - metatextually i think nintendo intentionally encouraged a kink flavor to gunter/corrin because this ship does squick the fuck out of most other people and i'm not totally unsympathetic to that, so i think it's a way of quickly weeding out everyone except the folks who are genuinely here for this in an unironic sense. )

three - i already wrote up kink analysis re: gunter here lol (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

four - and sorta on this note, what's interesting is... with a lot of kinksters i know, they knew they vibed differently in that way really early on, even as kids. like even in stupid silly make believe play games they'll tie up barbies in random ass ways or discover in a genuinely innocent way that they like specific sensations of pain they can control. later on as adults, a lot of times the brain wires go [bzzt] and suddenly the world of power or sensation play makes a hell of a lot more sense, and frankly, is a lot more fun in certian sexy arenas of life. sometimes it comes along with trauma junk, sometimes it doesn't, it's not a binary thing (as basically everything isn't).

THAT IS A LOT OF WORDS TO SAY corrin also inadvertently being wired that way and having these little semi-accidental lines doesn't actually surprise me that much. (i can also see this specific line being a little bit of a 'hrmm' flag for gunter in that she's not going to run away instantly screaming at the idea of playing these specific kinds of games, later on once when/if they're romantic)

am i projecting a little? fuck yes, that's what we're here for

Gunter: Indeed. I knew that striking you wouldn't ever get you to open up to anyone. So I came up with a different method - one that used this ball. I returned to your room sometime later, and I rolled the ball over to you. Corrin: Which I immediately picked up, examined, and threw back to you. Gunter: Oh, you remember this part? Good.

that actually is incredibly wholesome she remembers this part. ;a; you know gunter was always probably lowkey sad at her not remembering key parts of her childhood, regardless or not if it was moments between them or not.

wheeze

so did you know, treehouse actually neutered this down from the JP version which was straight up, i shit you not:

Gunther: …It’s nostalgic… It really is. Kamui: …How long has it been since? I’ve always considered you like my real father, Gunther-san.

l u l "real father"""""

i'm dying man

every single goddamn time i think this ship can't possibly get more fucked up IT DOES

YOU STRAIGHT UP MARRY YOUR DAD IN THE JP VERSION LMAO

it would be hilarious enough just knowing the whole existence of a (married) S-support coming up but coming right after the heels of that THE BALL WAS A WHAT realization.... hee

anyway here's the last chunk:

Gunter: You… You are much too kind. Ah, now look at what you've made me do. Corrin: Gunter! It's rare that you miss a catch. Gunter: My sincerest apologies. There was… something in my eye. Corrin: Getting sentimental in your old age? Hang on, I'll get you a handkerchief.

damn girl, 'sentimental in your old age'. you vicious! :D

it is horrible of me but every time i think about the end of this support i bust out HYSTERICALLY LAUGHING for a completely different reason since if you headcanon Gunter as always holding a flame for/romantically harboring feelings for Corrin-

CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT HIS THOUGHTS WERE TO THAT ""FATHER" LINE LMAO

on one hand: 'i'm special to her :'))))'

on the other: [ O H K O ]

anyway half of what makes the A-support peak fridge-[everything] is the S-support right after ~ coming soon!

#krad loveblogs revelations: electric boogaloo

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dara céline somsri. thirty-six. the devil. socialite, NFP committee member.

on silver spoons and trying to pass along the little love you inherited, to be better than you were but stumble on the dirt swept under the rug, ignoring the guilt gnawing in your stomach as you spit on the memory of a dead girl, begging to buddha that your daughter never knows the life you did.

content warning: substance abuse, addiction, parental neglect, mentions of family death.

NEW YORK, 2023.

sometimes, it takes millions of dollars to find yourself.

here is life after academia:

after all but flunking out of a miserable second year at UCLA, the hail mary attempt for a masters ended in a dazzling fizzle of sparks as she wrapped her cherry red porsche around a lamp pole. her parents lowered their expectations. deciding that school didn’t teach her how to appreciate her privilege — rehab it was. the first attempt, at least.

the next six years were a whiplash of benders and rehabs. while floating in and out of sobriety and getting treatment for what mama referred to as “migraines”, dara found out she was pregnant. with something to be sober for beyond herself, she decided to get clean. ish.

life became a whirlwind. pregnant. then married. then a mother. then employed?

but maybe employed isn't the right word. because committee work doesn't quite feel like a job. it’s parties and dinner and guilting prospectives to buy into whatever charity needs it more that month — all so other rich people like her can participate in public altruism. thankfully she knows a lot of rich people. what's a better place to network than a four year stint in the glitziest rehab facility in LA?

who would have thought that miss dara somsri, angelwood's devil, would being doing charity work these days?

it’s got a nice ring to it.

ANGELWOODS, 2008.

a girl can be many things. but dara is simply a disappointment.

despite her dazzling youth and brilliant charm, she lacked the same ambition as her mama or phaw or bpuu. the sharp mind that they gifted to her was wasted in her pursuit of happiness, seemingly achievable solely through the alps in club bathrooms. barely weeks out of high school and they debated behavioural correction programs before settling on college. she was dragged to the plane by her hair, kicking and screaming half-way through the country before being heavily sedated. her cries did nothing for her but cement the somsri’s decision. it was the right choice to isolate her from those good-for-nothing kids who taught her american sins in the first place.

despite the unwanted move, she could always make the best of a bad situation. she was dancing on tables in senior dorms less than twelve hours after touching down. obviously, it was nothing to an LA party but angelwoods made a heroic attempt; thus holding her hand in her downward spiral.

she became a dreadful cunt during the days, constantly irritated due to the never-ending hungover and careless because of the fried circuit board in her head. whatever brilliance she might’ve had was used up when she came up with the brilliant idea to hire people to do her homework.

she was something else in the night.

that was when she came alive, brought to life through ritual — with a drink and a drug and a good pregame CD. every nasty thing she said through the day was forgiven. whatever she’d done forgotten. it certainly helped that she never minded sharing her supply — inviting whoever happened to be in the room with her to do a line with her.

everyone loved her.

almost everyone.

who fucking cared about olive anyway? she's dead.

some people said that the rivalry stemmed from jealousy. olive’s out of envy of everything that dara had and she did not, dara’s from olive’s glowing reputation of which she did not. other people said that olive’s loving family reminded dara of her absentee parents — because even the carte blanche on daddy’s credit card couldn’t buy a family that gave a shit.

truthfully, it was much pettier than that. olive humiliated her. since she was such a fucking know-it-all, dara figured she would gotten the point from the snide remarks, lack of invites out, and the fact she made a point to make out with all of her exes. admittedly, it was a little heavy-handed when dara would knock into her in passing. and the tennis racquet incident was overkill, but it was an accident. probably.

this is a mean girl grown up.

BEL AIR, 1987.

bpuu’s phaw was a rice farmer. when he was a child he would help cut stalks in the fields in his oversized galoshes. the hand-me-downs would one day fit better on him, and became too tight much sooner than he expected. it was difficult to believe this impoverished thailand that bpuu painted as his humble origins — especially as they sat their glossy bel air mansion, held in the safety of the gated community.

he always wanted to be an american. well, perhaps it was better to say he wanted to be rich. and americans were rich. really fucking rich.

maybe that's why he loved his little star as much as he did. she had the great fortune to be born as both. she was proof that his dream to get his family out of the rice fields was fully realized. it was a shame she did so little with the opportunity but he didn't live long enough to see her disappoint him.

now they all loved her, don’t be mistaken. as busy as they were, her family loved her all the same. it was simply different.

being with her bpuu was different from her parents. bpuu showered her endlessly with love, and attention, and gifts. she was lucky if she saw her parents more than once a week. they were preoccupied with the company. the AMEX bill had to come from somewhere. mama was the reason they went international, and phaw probably had something to do with it as well. even if not directly, as the chairman, all accomplishments by the company were his to claim anyway.

she gets it from him — the belief that the world is hers. after all, they did it all for her. for the dream that her life would be easier than theirs.

and it is.

that money is hers too. this is her reparations for their neglect in her childhood, payment for staying quiet and keeping herself entertained while they fought tooth and nail to monopolize thailand’s rice exports. that money is for every birthday she spent alone and every dinner they left to take a call.

none of them understood her loneliness. bpuu had the love of his poor parents. mama was an independent woman from the start. and phaw was cradled with a tiger’s expectations.

they argued she was lucky for her freedom.

but that freedom was nothing more than a pretty name for an endless free fall. all she had to catch her was her rage. a red anger, clinging to her skin like an armour made of molten lava. burning hot and fast and leaving behind not even bone.

she was empty. gorged so heavily on herself yet hollow inside.

dara somsri wanted for nothing. which, in many ways, was what her family always hoped for.

#dara * musings.#reunion.intro

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d10nsaint · 1 year

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I posted 1,576 times in 2022

That's 1,576 more posts than 2021!

880 posts created (56%)

696 posts reblogged (44%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rouecentric

@that-one-pretty-bitch

@d10nsaint

@enishis

@sidra-29

I tagged 465 of my posts in 2022

#leigetalks - 152 posts

#manhwa - 146 posts

#saintspeaks - 136 posts

#leigewrites - 131 posts

#manhwa x reader - 117 posts

#x reader - 103 posts

#the way to protect the female lead's older brother - 77 posts

#dion agriche - 72 posts

#the way to save the older brother of the heroine - 68 posts

#dion agrece - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#tagging genshin because only people who dont go outside play that shit and we know how those people end up

My Top Posts in 2022:

>REWRITE THE STARS

Timeline: Chapter 37. Spoilers for season 2!!

“Dion.”

Your voice slightly cracked.You weren’t sure what was about to happen. Maybe he would kill you? Maybe one of you would betray the others?

“Come here, darling.”

You beckoned your finger to him. Would he help Lant off of the floor, and discard of you and your son?

The sound of his boots echoed the halls.He lightly kissed your hand.The feeling of his warm lips against your glove still managed to reach your skin.

“I am at your mercy.”

Roxana looked down at the both of you; How did you manage to tame her murderous older brother? It was above her.

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Dion with a very beautiful s/o?? Kind of like Cayena Hill beautiful. Everyone in their family immediately accepted her because of how beautiful and confident she is. She attracted attention everywhere she went because of her beauty!

>Lets say your parents were friends with Maria, and your mother had brought you with her to Agriche for one of Maria's tea parties. (Before Ashil's death.)

>Maria saw you, and you were almost sure you could see stars in her eyes.She started complimenting you for your beauty almost immediately.

>Of course, you couldn't attend Maria's tea party, so she had Dion show you around Agriche, as she wanted you to come over often and be comfortable.(At the time, you only saw Maria as a pretty socialite.)

>Dion shut you out and did the bare minimum of showing you around, then left you on your own.

>Fast forward a few months, and after talking to Dion a lot, you both became friends.Although he had weird hobbies (showing you knives, giving dead animals as gifts) he was a close friend of yours.

>Maria then saw how you both were close, and how could she give up such a pretty daughter-in-law?Your mother had almost instantly said yes to the marriage proposal, and had you live at Agriche.

>When you met lant, he only said, "she would make good children.Put her in classes with Roxana."

>And now, you were a 14 year old learning how to dominate a man!! wow!!

>Life was going smoothly: daily classes on how to have kids, learning how to handle gore, and training with dion was how you spent your days.

>You had only talked to Dion, only sparing a few words to roxana, who stared at you with awe in classes. (For context, when roxana was a kid, it was mentioned that she adored beautiful things.)

>Until..The incident.

>When ashil failed the special test, Lant had you follow Dion into the room with a mask on.

>In front of you, he had killed his own sibling.

You had learned how to handle gore, and had never spared a single word to Ashil, but you felt bad for Sierra when Ashil was killed; she looked so broken.Sad.

>Fast forward a few years, and you had everybody in the household fawning over you.

>When you were younger, it was "she's so cute!" now it's "shes so hot."

>You had won over every single sibling in Agriche, and even had the title , 'future duchess.'

>Meeting Fontaine was the worst thing that could have happened to you.He had flirted with you, and had even blushed when you sent him disgusted scorns about how dion was better than him.

>As the proud future lady of agriche, you had many followers, and had won the favor of all of Lants wives.

>Now, here is where you found out that Maria wasn't all dresses and tea.

>She had shown you a doll, while you struggled to keep a straight face.

>Dion still likes you quite alot, and loves touching you.He gives many gifts and dresses that he thinks will suit you.

>Handsome dangerous husband x sexy dangerous wife = Dion x you

>although you werent able to participate in monthly tests due to you not being a born Agriche, you still had a seat next to Lant due to how obedient of a child you were.

>And when agriche fell, you couldnt even imagine Dion not taking your side to run away.

>(recent chap spoilers) and Dion grew even more fond of you when you defended him from lant <3

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

>Being Regis' wife. endless days with jubel, and endless nights with regis.

>Tea parties with baby Jubel.

>Wearing matching dresses with Jubel everywhere you go; from parties,to events, and even competitions.Its more like your married to Jubel than regis.

>Reading in the Libary and getting a back hug from regis.Big, warm hands wrapping around your waist, his big body leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

>Dancing with duke floyen at parties,stealing the stage.

>Reading books with Jubel to help her sleep.Her tiny hands hugging your body, seeking warmth in the cold night.

>Being trapped Laying down with regis in bed.

>Going on outings with Regis and Jubel, who are willing to buy you anything that you look at.

>Having long kisses with regis while dancing.

>Meeting Max when he was a child as the dukes wife, and being the only one who tries to comfort him.

>Meeting max again..but when he is the boyfriend of your beloved daughter, Jubel.

>Stopping regis from killing max tbh

>Helping regis with paperwork in his office, but he cant even take his eyes away from your lips as you talk to him about how he is spending too much money <3

>Regis buying a store because you like 3 things from that shop.

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"My dear husband."

You brushed your gloved finger against dions lips. Even through the glove, you felt the soft skin of your husbands lips.He was everything to you. Dion; your beloved, insane, rude, obsessive husband.You were sitting in his lap, legs around his waist facing him. Even though how he made sure you didnt get exposed to anything he deemed 'unruly' for you, as his sweet wife to see, or how he constantly killed any male who might have had the chance to become an intrest to you, your mind only went with the one thought:

"it's to protect me."

And every night, where he fucked you,bit you and cut you, your heart fluttered when he brought you closer to him. Just like tonight, actually.

"fuck." that was the only word your husband had said all night. He had ripped your dress, broken your corset, and smudged your lipstick. Your once pretty hair was now tangled and swayed with your movements on Dions lap. He had only been looking down at the way his cock slowly entered your slick-ridden cunt, and how you touched his face with the softest hands, as if you might break him.(who could break you with zero effort) He adored you.Wanted more of you.Without even realizing(realising) it himself, he pulled you closer, grabbed your hips making you go faster. You moaned at the change of position;his dick hitting your g-spot with rough thrusts.

Even after cleaning up, Dion still stuck by you.

If anything was to ever hurt you when he wasnt around, what would your dear husband do?

---------------------------------------------------------------Tag: @calesleftboob

596 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

&-Being Dion Agriche's wife.

&-Being roxanas pet for her to use as she wills.

&-Having lovely maria agriche's favor;going with her on outings, being on showcases at tea parties,And maving maria's 'dolls' serve you.

&-Having a private Jeremy, all to yourself, to be your lovely attention-seeking puppy.

&-Jeremy hugging your waist so tightly you cant even move!

&-Dion being possesive over who gets close to you. not even letting a servant stare at you for longer than needed.

&-Roxana slowly seducing you, turning you to her side so you could support her.

&-Sierra comforting you after witnessing a death, her soft hold calming you down quickly.

&-Dancing with grizelda, the bones of guards cracking under your soles.

&-Jeremy putting his head onto your lap while ranting about things;like how Fontaine was hitting on roxana, or how dion is just so annoying.

&-Dion,coming home all bloody and seeking love from his darling wife.

&-Being an Agriche and taking care of lovely cassis, who groans when your chest gets too close to his face.

&-Having a touch starved cassis not let go of you when you try to leave-Broad arms trying to pull you back into his room so he couls be with you a little while longer.

&-Being 'friends' with roxana- touches lingering longer than they should, eyes looking into your being reading your mind, filled with desires.

636 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

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athousandcowboys · 1 year

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Pspsps.... Ur ocs,,, share them

okay so

my doomed disaster siblings for the massive fic i’m planning about the backstory of zelda ii:

Prince Itentio (Prince of Hyrule from the zelda II manual) is a bisexual emo lil bitch who looks just like his mother (strawberry blonde, brown eyes, tall, like the Zelda from the cartoon) and is convinced no one has it worse than him. extremely introverted. he wants to project this image of being logical and in control of his emotions, but what he usually ends up doing is bottling things up until he explodes and causes a scene. people are a little afraid of him, he’s under a lot of pressure & he broods about all this alone in the north palace library all the time. he’s friends with the librarian, a Sheikah related to Impa, who rags on him constantly about not trying to make any friends his age. obsessed with the hero of legend as a kid, and continues to study history as he gets older. carries the Ocarina of Time on him secretly at all times like a security blankie. he doesn’t know everything about it yet but he wants to. a nonbinary boy named Atlas who attends lessons with him (private lessons cause they’re nobility) very, very obviously has a huge crush on him but Itentio is too emo and clueless to notice

Princess Zelda-Aurora (or Rory) is a messy gay horse girl who looks just like her father (brown hair, green eyes, a little short & stocky). She is also convinced no one has it worse than her, but she tends to wear it all on her sleeve. extremely extroverted. projects an image of being bubbly and light hearted despite her suffering. she considers her favorite horse, Ruby, to be her best friend (arguably only friend except Talia) in love with the stablehand, a trans girl named Talia, but is completely oblivious to the power dynamic between them and this eventually causes problems. she’s also under a lot of pressure, but her response is usually to sneak out of the castle and drink with her “friends” (actually Talia’s friends, who really only tolerate Rory because Talia’s so in love with her. they kinda hate her clueless rich girl vibes). She also organizes a lot of social events for nobility, but all her upper class friends only ever want anything to do with Rory if it benefits them somehow. she can do really cool shit with her Goddess powers since she spent so much time honing Calatian magic. a prodigy, a socialite and a golden child, but ultimately just as lonely as her older brother.

these two do not get along. they are constantly fighting. they’re both half Calatian, and in this fic, Calatia was a previously isolated country full of powerful sorcerers who have a whole culture built around magic. they don’t just use magic but /are/ magic, their bodies carry it, which makes them vulnerable to being hunted for potion ingredients. the Calatian king’s decision to marry Zelda-Amber was not super popular, and while their kids are growing up, there’s a lot of tension bubbling under the surface between Hylians and Calatians. Hylians are prejudiced because so many of their old legends depict sorcerers as evil—and then there’s that Calatian cautionary tale about turning into a wizzrobe if you let hate consume your heart. Calatians are scared that merging Hyrule and Calatia will make them too vulnerable. most of the kids’ angst throughout this is centered around how they’re supposed to be this symbolic bridge between two cultures—especially Zelda-Aurora, who carries the blessings of both Hylia and the Calatian Goddess Calay. after their mother dies, the kids spend the rest of the story vying for the approval of their father, but we know from the Zelda II booklet that they never earn it in the end. (he literally says in the letter to Link that he did not meet anyone worthy of wielding the full triforce in his lifetime!!! not one person!! yikes!!!!)

#hy writes #all of this is subject to change btw #im just glad i got the chance to share some of this brainrot #ask #anon #i hope literally any of this word vomit makes sense #it is interesting to anyone else #lmao #sorry this is so long #its very early stages i’ll probably cut a lot of ideas

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YOU KNEEL BEFORE ME , UNAWARE THAT

MY THRONE WAS BUILT ON LIES.

ϟ. → timothee chalamet : cis male : he/him : current heir of the house of black : bohemian rhapsody by queen ϟ did you see REGULUS BLACK ? you know , 25 year old PURE-BLOOD who was formerly in slytherin. some say REGULUS can be quite cunning but are known to be apathetic. they are aligned with the death eaters . maybe that’s why they remind me of sweet tea , crumpled and unsent letters , full of regret ; all polite and fake , unreadable smiles .

a literate portrayal of regulus arcturus black, brother of sirius black and death eater. penned by aria. do not interact if you aren't from MUDDYWATERSHQ.

info.

pinterest.

playlist.

ϟ. DATA.

regulus was born in january of 1961, making him a capricorn ( ambitious , resourceful , conceited ) and two years younger than his brother, sirius.

full name: regulus arcturus black.

age: 25.

allegiance: the death eaters.

blood status: pure-blood.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

job: heir to the house of black.

height: 5'8

patronus: a black dog, he assumes it's the grim so he vows to never show it to anyone.

boggart: himself as a kid, screaming but unheard.

amortentia: sweet tea, quidditch jersey, cologne and new parchment.

sexuality: homosexual.

gender: cis male.

relationship status: single.

during his younger years, he was a bright, imaginative child that admired his brother and enjoyed his days playing, reading, and hanging around with the house-elves. however, that display of childishness was soon beat out of him from a young age by his mother, walburga.

regulus tried to be the perfect child, and the day his brother became a gryffindor marked a beginning for regulus' path as the spare in the family. cemented it was when his brother left and regulus became the sole heir.

a socialite, despite his loathing for human interactions, he soon became proficient in relations with other purebloods. older people found his intelligence and politeness charming, and teens around his age were enticed by his mysterious approach. he wasn't sirius, but he survived.

if he were to choose how to spend his life, he would have left his house too. he would become a writer, enjoying the natural calmness of the books he finds himself lost in. however, he lacks the heart to leave everything he's ever known.

as soon as he turned sixteen, he was marked by the dark lord, to his parent's joy and pride. despite this and how resourceful he is, he hasn't gone on many missions or raids. he's been sidelined and he prefers it that way.

overall, he despises the ways of the death eaters; finds them barbaric. he once believed in what his parents professed, in what the dark lord promised them, the entire salvation of purity. but each passing year proves to him how everything turned into a fight for power and ego, thus making him feel trapped in a situation that long ago stopped being just a child's game.

ϟ. SEEKED RELATIONSHIPS.

enemies.

regulus is not the most beloved person, even less during his years at hogwarts. despite his intelligence and aloof demeanor, he has always been characterized by being abrasive with his responses, especially if someone tests his patience or if he simply doesn't like them.

and the strength he has for witty responses and dry sarcasm, he lacks in physical strength. so it'd be fun to have him having gotten under someone's skin and thus ending up receiving a good, deserved punch. with love <3.

pure-blood friends.

he's always surrounded himself with people that are in his same social environment, so if you're a slyrherin, pure-blood, upper-class, why not be friends ( at convenience ) ? pure-blooded kids had to keep each other company at social events, after all.

close friends.

regulus isn't the type of person that has many friends, but I would like him to have a couple of close friends that he could count on. they'd never fully get to know the real regulus, but they'd be people with whom he would enjoy having a nice conversation. he wasn't a hermit in hogwarts, and I'd prefer if they got to know him since then.

what about romance?

regulus is open for romantic connections. however, this all comes down to chemistry and how it is developed.

#01. ( LITTLE KING — info. )#muddywaters.intro #muddywaters.ooc

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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Headcanons on how Angel, Husk, Arackniss and Pentious would be as parents, please?

Them becoming a parent

Angel dust

Angel wouldnt be the worst person to have as a father, all things considered.

Although he'd be completely unprepared to be a father, the spider would do his best to get into parenting shape for you.

The first thing he'd need to do is hide you from Valentino. He didn't know what would happen if he found you, but he'd fight to the death to keep you safe from him.

At first he just wanted to hide you, but the longer he thought about it, the more he realised he had to get both of you away from Valentino.

So he'd go to the only person he could really trust, Cherry. He'd explain exactly what he needed, explaining he had to get you away from Val before he found you and did something unspeakable. Hed explain that if she took you in, it would trigger a war between her and Val.

Cherry already knew about you, having actually babysat you on multiple occasions. She was even your Satan-mother, so shed be damned if her favourite kid in all of hell was gonna be put at risk by an asshole like Valentino.

She'd take you in without a moment's hesitation, shortly sparking a terf war between her and Val.

But between Cherry's literally bombastic nature and Angel being kick ass in a fight, they would at least able to hold there own.

And you found yourself free, now Angel could dedicate himself to being the very best dad he could. The spider really trying his best to be a good father after suffering through so much of his own father's abuse.

Stops working as a pornstar choosing instead to held Cherry produce her own films, having more than one lifetimes experience. But now that he was working a proper job, he could dedicate most of his time to becoming a proper mumma, something he often referred to himself as.

The first year would be very shaky, with Angel's entire life shifting so drastically, and now having to take care of an entire other person.

He'd be such an loving Mumma though, being so caring and affectionate.

Your upbringing would be rather hands on, Growing up around both him and cherry, you'd have a very "advanced" upbringing. With Angel teaching you real early how to win a fight.

How did he do this? He did this mostly, well, by having you fight other kids.

There would be a lot of these lessons, with Angel basically throwing you into the deep end, cheering you on from the sidelines.

Though he would step in if the guy dared to actually try and win.

Angel would of course introduce you to his brother and sister. Much to Mollie's annoyance and both Angel and Arackniss' confusion, you seemed to love Arackniss, but shied away from Molly.

It was adorable to see how the usually stone cold Arackniss react to this little kid loving being around him but not his socialite little sister.

Despite, you know, him literally directing Pornos Angel would do his best to keep his past career a secret, not wanting you to think less of him because of his past.

You would of course find out, someone calling him a whore after finding out he was your dad.

So going to literally any porn store in hell you'd find the Unholy selection of your father's porn.

Coming home battered and pissed, Angel welcome you home, only to be met with a cold stare.

Youd go off at him demanding to know why he didn't tell you, why he would keep such a massive part of his life a secret from you like that.

Angel would shakily respond, telling you he didn't want you to think less of him because he used to do porn. He didn't want you to think he was a whore.

Youd be silent for a long time, the spider slowly breaking down as his explained before you he was in a dark place, he didn't care about himself, or his body, he was under the control of a bad guy.

But when you came along, he got better, you made him want to be the very best him possible, you idolised him, and if you knew about what he had done, what he was. Than you might give up on him like so many before.

By the end he'd be In tears, sinking to his knees.

You would move fore several moments, before slowly moving forwards, holding him close. The spider would press his face into your chest as you told him you still loved him, telling him you would always love him. He was your dad and nothing would change that.

Husk

Husk wasn't a bad guy in the grand scheme of hell. He was just a bitter alcoholic, that had given up on everything and everyone.

Butthen he got you, and that sort of changed things.

Husk hated pretty much every retched being down here. But even he had a soft spot for kids, and since you were his kid, he'd be far more tolerant of you. You know that's something you'd want in a parent.

He would definitely act like the stereotypical middle aged bachelor, talking to you like an adult, trying to feed you normal foods and generally not understanding that your just a baby.

It would take some time, but eventually he'd roll up his sleeves and start taking his parental status much more seriously.

He'd start lightening up on the whole acoholism thing, drastically cutting down on his alcohol consumption.

It would be a gradual process, the cat slowly learning how to be a father, usually getting stumped on a problem, only to spend the next week solving it, And then immediately getting stumped on another one.

There would be a lot of times Husk wanted to give up. Call it quites. Just walk away and go back to drinking.

But then you'd look up at him, youd look at him with those big beautiful eyes, and then you'd smile. You'd smile that big dumb smile you only smiled for him, the smile filled with such unfettered love. And each time he'd berate himself, his resolve strengthening.

Husk would be very protective of you, the cat easily going full demon mode if your put in harms way by someone.

Though despite this, he'd often take you along on poker nights, or when he was on the job, teaching you all the little things he'd picked up over the years.

As such you'd be very street smart at a very young age. Easily able to outwit or out play most every demon.

It would be a slow process, but Husk would eventually become a pretty good dad, once you get past the unhealthy dependency on alcohol. He'd hate cutting back, but for you, he'd do it.

Arackniss

Arackniss... Arackniss knew first hand how shitty fathers could be, and so apon getting you would swear to be a better than his own was.

Arackniss would dedicate every second he wasn't working on you, doing everything he could to provide for you as he felt a father should.

It would be difficult for the spider, having literally no experience with child care, the first few months mostly consisting of him learning all he could about taking care of a baby.

It would take some time before Arackniss got used to having a child, both the implications and responsibilities taking some time to really sink in.

So the first few months would be very shaky, the spider really struggling with both the physical and emotional toll of caring a baby full time.

But Arackniss was never one to shy away from hard work.

It would be exhausting caring for a baby, but after almost a year of having you, there would be this moment, after an exhausting days work where he'd stumble back into his apartment.

He'd check up on you, finding you waiting in your cot for him. So picking you up, he carried you into the living room where he heated up some formula for you, grabbing a beer for him.

He'd get set up on the couch, taking the bottle he'd go to feed you, only for you to reach forwards, your tiny hands cupping his face before you spoke a single word.

"Dada" you said with a child's innocence.

Arackniss stopped, his heart skipping a beat as he pulled you close.

Tears would well in his eyes as he held you close, slowly nodding his head, he leaned back, wiping his eyes. "Yeah, I'm Dada." He told you, a smile crossing his lips.

Arackniss would be a strict parent while also being insanely scarred of being to too strict. His greatest fear was that he'd end up being like his father.

Arackniss's life became dedicated to raising you, you becoming his top priority. But unfortunately Arackniss worked for his father. That meant he was out on jobs most days, and if he didn't work, that would only cause problems for both of you.

And if he did was work that meant you were left alone, something he couldn't allow.

So, with there being zero percent chance he was gonna leave you with his father, and an even lower chance that he'd leave you with any of his work associates, there was one choice. His brother.

Now there is an absolutely zero percentage chance he'd leave you with Angel while he worked for Valentino, no chance in hell.

But when he began staying at the hotel, he would likely be forced to ask him, mostly out of desperation.

He'd make very sure Angel knew just how serious this was. You were his baby. HIS CHILD. And if Angel allowed a single hair on your head to be harmed, or did anything else to put you at risk, he'd beat the shit out of him before never speaking to him again.

Angel would of course take it very serious, you being his brothers baby. The spider would totally fawn over you, treating you like his partner in crime. Would totally give you little make overs and buy you nice clothes.

As time passed and you got older it would get easier, Arackniss becoming more experienced and confident as a father, while you became more independent.

He'd of course be insanely protective, taking any slight against you with deadly seriousness.

He'd be so proud to see you grow up, seeing you become your very own person. And everything you called him dad, or told him you loved him, he'd love you just a little bit more.

Sir Pentious

Pentious loved children, and always wanted a baby of his own and now that he has you, you would become his top priority.

Of course he was still an overlord and as such still wished to conquer hell, but for your sake would put any immediate plans on hold.

Would dedicate himself to becoming the very best father in hell. It would be adorable to see the serpent trying his very best to be a parent. The serpent having literally no experience with children, of course that wouldnt stop him.

He'd spend all his time with you, the snek boi holding you close as he taught all about the insanely complex internal systems of a functioning air ship.

He'd build you your very own toys, each one as advanced and sophisticated as the last. Until one hurt you, so he'd just go back to basic wooden and plastic ones.

Needless to say you'd have a very advanced upbringing, Pentious taking great excitement in educating you.

He'd have the Eggbois take care of you whenever he had to go out, usually only letting them watch over you when he'd already put you down for a nap. The Eggbois watching over you until Pentious returned.

You would lovee the Egg Bois. There cartoonish nature playing right into your childish innocence. Which was good because that meant they could keep your attention while he worked.

He would naturally raise you to be his heir, wanting you to one day continue his crusade in order to rull all of hell. Of course while he wanted that, he would never force you to conform to his expectations. He'd support you in any pursuit.

Youd have a detailed understanding of both mechanics and electronics, as Pentious would make it a point to teach you everything he knew in those subjects.

He also absolutely adores anything you make for him, it could be a laser pointer, he'll treasure it forever.

Would absolutely go absolutely mental if you were put under threat. Tearing apart anyone who dare try and hurt his baby, the snake showing exactly how he got the total of overlord.

Will literally cry the first time you called him 'daddy' spending the next week trying to get you to say it again.

Would definitely be at least one occasion where Pentious would take you with him in his airship, only for Cherry Bomb to attack, Pentious doing his best to defuae the situation while also trying to hide you.

Cherry would of course discover you, taking an immediate liking to you, before then spending the next few months trying to spend time with you.

So that's how you'd end up with an auntie who also kinda wanted to kill your Daddy.

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• 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 || 𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ↠ NSFW

warnings ↠ swearing, bratiness, nsfw activites, s e x, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) niki being a bit rough

word count ↠ 8,045 (i know right?)

synopsis ↠ after being caught in a restricted area during a race by niki lauda, he intends to make your life a living hell

your body flops onto the couch of your fathers study, your father who despite clicking away on his typewriter, still manages to look up at you and scrunch his face up at the sight of what you'd chosen to wear. even if he didn't say anything, you could tell by the look on his face that your clothing of choice was the reason.

looking up at the ceiling of your fathers study, delicate patterns painted into the white surface, providing a rather beautiful picture for you to stare at as you waited for her father to finally finish whatever work he was doing; eager to get on to the activities your family had planned. with little to no warning last night, your mother had poked her head into your room to let you know that you were being dragged along with your father and mother to the races tomorrow, the formula three out in london to be precise. being given little to no choice as to whether or not you'd be accompanying them, you thought it only fair you ignite your own small personal resistance by making sure to wear an outfit you know your father and mother would detest to no end. a lovely minidress, with earthy tones and patterns, accompanied with a dark brown of leather knee high boots, all topped with one of her most favorite fur coats. with an outfit like this, you knew your parents would be embarrassed to no end. they'd long given up on trying to control your behavior, quickly realizing that their daughter's continuous spouts of acting out were something they'd rather ignore than put effort into; a mindset that seemed to encourage you, while your parents only ignored you more. you'd be lying if you said that races didn't bring you a sense of wicked anticipation; it wasn't the sport that excited you in of itself, but the people you would encounter. you knew you had little interest in watching cars speed around in a circle over 70 times, you did however, have a very keen interest in racers and the people they encountered. it had not taken much longer of annoying your father before he caved and picked up his coat, eliciting an excited grin from his daughters face as you jumped up from the couch and practically skipped out to the car where your mother was already waiting for you both, applying powder to her face. perhaps in another world, a world where your parents weren't socialites who cared for nothing but the way they appeared to others, you wouldn't have been swept under the rug as the disappointment. maybe you would have gotten the attention you so craved as a child. swept out of your own thoughts as the car's engine sprung to life, it was not long before you were driving out of the painfully long driveway of the estate and in the direction of the location of the formula three race track. - the moment you opened the car door and exited, you could hear the sound of conversations and laughter within the crowds, accompanied by the sound of drills and tools in the background, no doubt racers making any last minute adjustments to their cars before it was time to go out onto the track. it hadn't taken long for your mother and father to begin mingling with friends of theirs, all while you stood on the sidelines, occasionally smiling politely and shaking hands of people who insisted they'd met you before at one of your parents many dinner parties, yet there were too many for you yourself to keep up with, especially when you normally spent them hulled up in your room desperately trying to escape any and all interactions. it was drawing on and on, slowly driving you crazy, you hadn't even been able to go to your seat yet, purely because your father was constantly getting distracted by people he knew, that or business partners. surprisingly enough, it was easier than you thought to slip away from your parents radar, simply taking a skillful hard left turn as they continued walking further into the crowd of people for them to converse with. a fate you were more than happy to avoid. looking around, you adjusted the brown tinted sunglasses hanging on your nose bridge, pushing them slightly further down so that you could scope out the area you'd managed to find yourself in. to be fair, you hadn't exactly known where you were going when you took that sudden left turn, only that you wanted to disappear from your parents view, a goal you had succeeded in, only to be set with another. find out where exactly you'd ended up. continuing further, you very quickly realized you'd turned directly into the racers area, hearing the sound of drills and tools in the distance, as well as the occasional chatter as men walked past you, offering no investigation as to who you were and why you were in this area. this didn't exactly surprise you, seeing as it was nowhere near abnormal for racers to gain a plethora of groupies. walking around all of the trailers, you couldn't help but peer your head around to stare at the cars within, your curiosity getting the better of you. it didn't take much longer before your snooping led you to a particularly interesting sight, a beautiful red formula vee, an expensive one at that. whoever it was who owned this machine most certainly did not spare any expense when it came to upgrades. reaching your hand forward, you hesitated, taking a moment to look left and right, ensuring that there was nobody around before you threw all caution to the wind, biting back a borderline shit eating grin before leaning forward to run your fingertips on the cars smooth surface. though expensive, you had to admire it, it was indeed a beautiful car, very well looked after. every gear was polished to perfection, it was clean as a whistle and every part of it was up to date; whoever owned this car wasn't just well off, they knew about what made a good working car. you were prepared to have the question of the cars owner remain one that was unanswered, you should have gone back sooner, even if your parents most certainly weren't missing you, the race was bound to start soon. "would you mind telling me what you're doing?" you never truly understood the phrase 'scared half to death' until now, feeling your heart jump to life, beating rapidly as you spun around to see the culprit to your near heart attack. quickly trying to gain your composure, you reached a hand to pull some of the hair that fell forward out of your face, steadying yourself and raising your eyebrows in some poor attempt to appear cool and collected despite the fact that the smirk this stranger wore most certainly met that he knew he had scared you and found it amusing. already drawn in by the appeal of the challenge her was proposing, you tilted your head and only mirrored his smirk; letting your head turn back down to the car, only just now noticing the name written on the middle in white writing. "niki lauda i'm guessing?" his response was only to raise his eyebrows, tilting his head and raising his arms out to gesture to himself in a way before crossing them promptly, only returning to the vaguely unimpressed look he was first wearing. you couldn't stand that look, it reminded you far too much of your father. "i can't imagine how you could have guessed." sarcasm dripped from his voice, along with an accent you couldn't quite pinpoint, you knew it was german, but you were unable to guess exactly where in germany. you wanted to pretend you were surprised that the person with one of the most well looked after cars was in fact german, yet you just couldn't. the fact that you'd been near his car without his permission or knowledge was definitely the main reason he seemed annoyed by your presence, however, it probably didn't help that you only let out a small chuckle and shrugged your shoulders, only seeming to antagonize him more. letting out a sigh, you took a moment to push your sunglasses back in front of your eyes, looking out back in the direction you came from before back at lauda, smirking and turning around without another word, making sure you made a show of flipping your hair back around. "where do you think you're going?" his tone didn't so much give off the vibes of authority, it was more of an actual question, as if he were in disbelief that after being caught red handed touching his car, you would just walk off. not bothering to turn around, your grin remained unseen by lauda as you held your hand up in a wave. "i'm going to watch the race." you said it as if it were a fact he was too ignorant to be aware of, stating it as if it were the obvious all in an attempt to annoy him more. "good luck out there!" you called, disappearing back around the corner before he could even have time to make up some smart comment. your quest to annoy lauda had very much succeeded, probably more so than expected as he shook his head watching you leave. and yet, the one other thing you'd done without even meaning to, was peak lauda's curiousity. - it wasn't difficult to find your parents again, they had finally made their way to their seats, and despite the amount of time you'd spent away, they didn't even seem to acknowledge you as you sat down beside them, eager to watch the race, which was only now beginning to get underway. you hadn't meant to, yet you found yourself looking out for that same red formula vee that you knew was lauda's. some weird interest you'd found in the man, especially the way he'd reacted to the way in you more than purposefully had been annoying him previously. it hadn't been much longer before the race had officially started; with a wave of the checkered flag, the cars were immediately off, speeding around with sharp sounds invading your ears each time they passed you and your family. by the time the fifth lap had gone by, you were well and truly bored. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your saving grace, your packet of marlborough cigarettes; opening said packet and pulling one out to place it between your lips, reaching into your pocket to search for the lighter you were almost certain you'd placed in your pocket earlier. to your surprise, it was strangely absent from your pocket, only producing an annoyed sigh as you rolled your eyes. without a word, you reached for your fathers pocket, who either didn't notice you pulling out his lighter, or simply refused to acknowledge you; either way, you didn't complain as you finally lit up your cigarette, sucking in the ashy taste and holding it within your mouth as you pulled the cylinder away from your lips, blowing the smoke out in a small cloud in front of you which soon drifted off. - despite a major incident involving spinning cars and a few very close calls, you'd managed to sit through the rest of the race without any other distractions. you hoped that your wish of good luck to lauda was not the cause for him spinning out of control and ultimately losing to james hunt, yet you could never be too sure; though you hated to admit that the thought brought a chuckle out of you. even though you'd had fun teasing lauda, you were more than grateful that the race was finally over and that people were beginning to leave, meaning that hopefully soon, you would be as well. once again you found yourself standing behind your parents, taking little care to be subtle with your boredom, openly sighing and tapping your boot against the gravel in the hopes that this would speed them up; though this proved to be futile and frankly, you should have known better seeing as they had become impressively adept at ignoring your presence. the noise of their conversation seemed to slowly fade into nothing but muffled sounds in the background as you crossed your arms and looked around, taking the moment to begin people watching, even noticing as james hunt celebrated his win, briefly passing by just as him and his group popped open a bottle of champagne. as much as you saw the lifestyle racers seem to lead as a novelty, the accident that occurred today only reminded how dangerous of a sport it really was, men choosing to put their lives on the line for the sake of peoples entertainment? it was hard not to admire them, there was no arguing that they were good at what they did. you definitely didn't regret not seeing said accident produce any gruesome results; you'd only ever heard what had happened to racers in the past, men that were considered lucky to make it out with crippling injuries, because surely that was better than losing your own life right? that was a point that could be argued profusely; was the loss of quality of life really better the loss of a life all together? while you would have been happy to continue this solo conversation of ethics and virtues of life in your own head, you were ripped out of your own thoughts by the sound of your father once again noticing somebody he knew, yet this time, you could very proudly say it was somebody you yourself also knew, albeit you'd only known him for around three hours. "niki lauda! look at you! still going strong after a spin!"

your first instinct was to immediately turn your head sideways, hoping that he wouldn’t notice it was you, a feeble attempt to be honest, now you were suddenly finding reason to regret wearing such an eye catching outfit.

you could only just see out of the corner of your eye as lauda greeted your father fondly with a handshake, so far not looking over to you much to your relief.

continuing to watch as he also greeted your mother, any and all hopes of getting away from this without greeting lauda was squashed the moment your father gripped your upper arm, yanking you forward to come face to face with lauda.

“have you met my daughter, lauda?”

finally looking back ahead slowly, your eyes, covered by sunglasses thankfully, made facing lauda only slightly less intimidating.

in a moment of silence, the look on lauda’s face gave away the fact that he re’d recognized you instantly, the slight smirk on his face only you were able to catch as he looked at you as if to say “caught you.”

and yet, you had no idea why he suddenly looked back to your father, shaking his head and smiling.

“i can’t say i have.”

looking back at you, he leaned forward to grip your hand firmly, shaking it and stepping back as if you were poisonous to the touch. to be fair, you didn’t exactly blame him.

it seemed you weren’t the only one itching to end the interaction between the two of you, you father quickly grabbing lauda’s attention once more with a satisified hum, beginning to walk alongside lauda.

“you should come to my estate tonight for a drink, celebrate your close call eh?”

even you had to cringe at your fathers poor excuse to invite lauda over, you doubted he was feelign particularly good after that loss, yet any excuse for your father to mingle with those that could held him climb the social ladder.

once again trying your best to tune out the conversation as you walked behind them, your hearing still managed to pick up the result of your father pestering lauda despite his first three kind refusals.

with a sigh, seeming to actually put an effort into hiding his distaste with your fathers attitude, lauda offered a thin lipped smile.

“i suppose there’s no refusing this, is there.”

with an outright lack of awareness to lauda’s tone and even the way he was already treating this invitation like a chore, your father grinned and patted lauda on the back firmly with a laugh.

“no there is not my boy.”

as desperate as lauda seemed to get away from the conversation, he still took a moment to turn around, offering you and your mother an awkward smile, only to turn his attention briefly towards you and only you.

the look on his face couldn’t be described as anything but smug as he offered you a polite nod before walking off in the other direction without another word, leaving you standing there in an almost stunned state.

only to be taken out of said state as your father ordered you to get back in the car so that you could head back and be certain that the estate and ensure that i was prepared for lauda’s arrival.

as much as you’d protested against your father and begged your mother to let you just stay in your room for the rest of the night, you ultimately failed.

not even trying to hide the sour look on your face as you stood beside your mother at the entrance of your large home, you watched as the gate was opened for lauda’s car, which came running into the driveway slightly faster than you thought was reasonable.

you would have been content for the incident with the car to be and you and niki lauda’s interactions, if you had known you would be forced to sit in his company with your parents, you most definitely would not have been so snarky about touching his car. especially not walking off without a word.

no doubt firm on keeping their image at least slightly reasonable, your previous outfit had quickly been abandoned, instead being forced to change into a simple mini dress with black stockings and shoes. a painfully simple outfit. and an uncomfortable one at that.

this was made clear by the way that you were constantly shifting in the dress, attempting to roll your shoulders and cringing when the fabric allowed little to no movement. this was only responded to by your mother scolding you under her breath as lauda exited his car.

no longer in his baby blue racing suit you’d seen him in up to this point, he had abandoned it for a smart looking button up shirt and blazer, paired with jeans and dress shoes.

it was admittedly an odd sight, not just for lauda, but in general it was an odd sight seeing racers in normal clothes compared to the suits they so often wore.

watching as your father greeted lauda enthusiastically, then your mother, you could hardly hide the fake nature of your smile as you once again extended your hand to lauda without a word.

in some odd way, lauda seemed to be amused with your nature towards him. after all, he knew full well that he’d well and truly caught you out. now it was the two of you playing a waiting game to see who was going to break first.

the drink that your father mentioned passed by smoothly enough, all four of you in your fathers study as lauda and your father sipped at scotch and spoke about a multitude of boring topics that you couldn’t bother to engage yourself apart from the occasional hum of acknowledgment when your father briefly included your opinion into the conversation.

choosing instead to actively depart yourself from their presence, you pretended to be enthralled in a book as you sat across from lauda, a large coffee table separating the couches you sat on.

every now and then, your curiosity would gain the upper hand as you found your eyes flashing upwards to try and catch a not so sneaky glance at lauda.

every single time without failure, lauda’s eyes were on you, staring you down as if you were a deer in headlights.

his stare was similar to the feeling you got when sitting in front of a fire for a little bit too long, uncomfortable and making you feel far too warm. it was as piercing as the rest of his personality was.

you had thought yourself to be a tough person, you’d gotten in scuffles with other kids as a child in school, and you’d been the type to graze your knees and get up as if it were nothing; but niki’s stare glaring upon you constantly eventually proved to be too much for even you to handle.

finally unable to take it any longer, you stood up without a word, seemingly alerting niki as you could see his eyes widen slightly before maintaining his poker face.

your parents were also visibly surprised as your mother jumped softly, placing a hand daintily over her heart as your father turned away from niki to look at you, a brief warning expression lacing his features, as if to say

“don’t you dare ruin this for us.”

you seemed to almost relieve him with your next question, not being able to bring yourself to look over at niki as you held your arms firmly to your sides.

“may i be please be excused, i’m tired.”

the warning previously on your father shifted into an odd look of surprise as his brows furrowed; you had no doubt this was due to the fact that not only did you ask something politely, but that your tone had no inch of sarcasm whatsoever.

the shock seemed to take his voice away as he only nodded, watching as you turned and began to walk out of the study.

“don’t be rude, aren’t you going to say goodnight to our guest?”

you wouldn’t be surprised if the way you tensed up at the sound of your fathers words was visible to all in the room; this was confirmed even more so when you turned slowly and saw niki’s expression as he still sat on the couch smirking once more.

only nodding your head, you took a few steps and held out your hand awkwardly for him to shake.

“goodnight, mr lauda.”

the stiffness of your voice only made the interaction more awkward as you stood there waiting for him to shake your hand.

you were unable to see your parents in the corner of your eye, but you held little doubt that they were cringing as if at any moment your real personality was going to jump out and ruin any chances they had of getting into lauda’s good books and they would have lost an influential friend.

rather, they, your mother especially were shocked, yourself included when rather than simply shake your hand, niki gripped it softly, bringing it towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand softly, his eyes never leaving your own.

you were unsure if this was his odd version of rubbing it in, or he simply wanted to embarrass you in front of your parents as he pulled his lips away, running his thumb along your knuckles slowly as he smirked up at you.

though anybody not aware of your current little game (if you could even call it that) would perceive it as a friendly smile of niki’s part.

“please, call me niki.”

you could strangle him right in that moment, god you wanted to, wipe that stupid little smirk off of his face if your parents were not watching your every move.

as soon as you felt his grip loosen, you were unable to stop yourself from ripping your hand from his own. god his hands were warm.

“goodnight.. niki..”

you hadn’t meant for your voice to shake, but it still did, and it annoyed you to end as his smirk only widened at this. you'd be lying if you said that the moment you turned you hadn't looked like you were practically running away. even as if walked down the hall and up the stairs towards your bedroom, you could hear your father apologizing profusely for your rudeness, only to hear niki brushing it off politely. - that had happened a week ago, and as much as you wished you could say that was the last you'd seen of niki lauda for a long while; that was hardly the case. in fact, it was the polar opposite. you couldn't tell whether or not he was doing it to annoy you or because he actually enjoyed the company of your father, but if you weren't aware enough of your fathers skill when it came to hosting guests, you would have actually been dumb enough to say that it was indeed the latter. it was in fact painfully obvious to you that lauda's continued appearances within your household as a guest of your father were done with nothing other than the intention to spite you. though what was finally the cherry on top, what was starting to make you wonder if he actually did find genuine enjoyment in spending time with your parents or if he just really, really enjoyed making you suffer. he had invited your parents to a party to celebrate one his most recent wins which they had also dragged you along to come and watch. and of course, he made sure to extend the invitation to you. "should she wish to come along." he'd said, as if he didn't know that your parents were going to drag you along anyway. it was for that reason now you were sitting in front of your vanity, trying not to cringe as your mother pulled and teased your hair, styling it into a small beehive, seemingly at the request of your father, no doubt wanting all of you to look your very best, considering this was yet another chance to mingle and make new, rich friends. sat in a mini dress with long bell sleeves, its paisley patterns reminding you of so many other items in your wardrobe; all finely paired with a pair of brown platfrom knee high boots and a fur coat. it was fucking uncomfortable. your feet were already hurting, and the length made you second guess how much of your ass could be seen every second and this hairstyle was going to be a bitch to take out later. as much as you would have been more than happy to outwardly complain, you were simply too sick of it to even try. sick sick of your parents, sick of it all. maybe tonight you could even do the mature thing and finally apologize to lauda; yet, you couldn't tell whether or not it was actually going to bring an end to lauda's games with you, he seemed to be enjoying it too much. - after a vaguely long car ride, you finally arrived at what you quickly realized was lauda's house, you could already see people on the balcony chatting away and you could hear music playing from inside. exiting the car and shutting the door behind you, you quickly trotted to catch up with your parents who were already walking over the door by the time you'd gotten out; in the back of your mind, you gave a silent prayer that you'd be able to sneak away at some point and find your own space, hopefully even get a chance to have a smoke if you found a quiet enough corner. opening the door and heading inside, your parents were instantly enthralled with the music and sheer amount of people in lauda's house, all nursing champagne and chatting away; already you could tell they couldn't wait to join. keeping your eyes peeled for lauda, it didn't take long for your parents to lose you in the crowd; you would have laughed if it didn't happen so often, and you couldn't exactly say you minded anyway. it only took another minute or so of moving through people to find the balcony you had seen upon exiting the car. making a beeline for it, you stepped out and enjoyed the slightly fresher air, breathing a sigh of relief as you were no longer squished in between groups of people to such an intense degree. reaching for your packet of cigarettes and taking one out to place in between your lips, you had only just begun to reach for your new lighter when you had to cut your relief short. "that's quite a sour face to wear at a party, no?" you didn't even hide the disappointment on your face as you turned to face lauda, rolling your eyes. you were well past hiding your distaste for him. now you'd had more than enough time to realize it was very much your own fault, you'd given him a reason to annoy you when you'd not only leaned on his car and then given him an attitude, but had you known that wasn't the only time you'd see him, you would have at least been nicer about it. noticing your expression, he placed a hand over his heart mockingly and let out a hurt sound. "if looks could kill." his smirk was ever present, digging into your nerves like nails against a chalkboard as you placed your hands in your pockets, not saying anything as you kept your cigarette placed between your lips, hoping that just maybe, you'd have a break from him, obviously a stupid hope. only raising his hand, you quickly noticed the lighter in his hand, ignited and placed at the end of your cigarette. out of reflex, you inhaled, reaching up to place the paper cylinder between your fingers and pulling it away from your lips, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. it wasn't until you took a slightly closer look at the lighter that you realised. your lighter. he had your lighter, the one you'd lost the first time you met. you wanted to mentally slap a hand on your forehead then and there, of course you'd left it, only for him to find. holding out your hand expectantly, he pulled it away before you could grasp your lighter, going so far as to mock you as if you were a child with a small "ah ah ah" painfully reminded of your time in school as a small child, you huffed and rolled your eyes, reaching for it once more only for it to be pulled from your gasp once more. "come now, you know the magic word, yes? you learn this in school, little girl?" his mocking toned was worsened as he leaned down slightly to talk to your at your level, only resulting in you placing a hand on your hip an glaring up at him. this look only worsened his stupid grin as he raised his eyes brows, waiting for you to say said magic word. putting on your best sarcastic smile, you made your voice as annoying as you could possibly muster, shaking your head as you spoke. "please?" you extended it slightly, as if you were a child asking for their toy back. and as laced with sarcasm as it was, he still responded with a loud "wunderbar!" raising his arms up slightly as if he were celebrating. finally handing you your lighter, you snatched at it, placing it back in your pocket and reaching up to take another inhale of your cigarette as you glared up at him. shaking his head, lauda's gaze paired with that signature smirk stared down at you as he looked at you almost in an odd sort of admiration. "you're a real brat, you know this?" you most definitely couldn't lie, that was not the first time you'd been given that title; countless times actually, school teachers, your parents, relatives, even ex partners. it was now your turn to wear a smirk as you raised your eyebrows, raising your hands up in defense. "i can't lie." you spoke, tilting your head and shrugging your shoulders. your response, for the first time, seemed to catch lauda off guard, possibly expecting you to have defended yourself rather than embrace the title. "maybe i like being a brat, lauda." you narrowed your eyes, proud of yourself for finally seeming to put a chip in this mans ego. his eyes only narrowed in return, his face taking on a new expression that couldn't quite be place as you took another drag of your cigarette, really nailing in your point hard as you blew the smoke right in his face with no hesitation and a smirk as you placed your thumb between your teeth, grinning. "how many times have i told you to call me niki?" his tone was darker this time, more authority slipping against his words. you wanted to blame being caught up in the moment or finally being able to break this mans cocky exterior, but something about the tone of his voice and the way he spoke to you, it produced butterflies within your stomach that you tried with all of your might to ignore. tilting your head, you took a step forward to ensure he would hear you over the music as you lowered your voice, leaning in slightly. "or what?" even if somebody were unable to hear your expression, they'd be able to hear the smile in your voice. shifting your weight from foot to foot, you kept eye contact with niki as you leaned back, his eyes not leaving yours for one moment, narrowed at you, making you think for a solid moment of two that he was genuinely angry at you. without any sort of warning or sign, lauda's hand lurched forward, gripping your wrist, not so tightly that it hurt, but most certainly enough to get your attention as he pulled you towards him, so close that your chests were touching as he looked down at you. "watch that tone with me." his growling voice was most certainly affecting you as he seemed to recognize that the both of you were getting very invested in whatever the fuck dynamic you had created. as invested as he was, in an odd way, you could still see in his eyes he was watching for any signs of making you uncomfortable, almost as if he was telling you he'd stop the moment you were uncomfortable. "and if i dont? are you going to bend me over your knee?" you leaned in slightly as you teased him, so much so that you bet he could smell the smoke on your breath as neither of you broke eye contact. whether it was the image of you bent over his knee or the fact that you had only continued to tease him you didn't know; what you did know however, was that that was the last straw for him as he kept his grip on your wrist. wasting no time leading you back inside, barely giving you time to flick your cigarette off of his balcony before you were weaving through crowds of people, almost tripping over your own platform boots as you were led wherever he was planning on taking you. obviously knowing his own house like the back of his hand, it didn't take long for the two of you to arrive where you were heading. his bedroom. quickly opening the door and shoving you in lightly, he shut it behind him, not even hiding the slam as he turned to face you, his eyes still dark as you stood there, still smirking and biting your lip. "wasn't sure whether or not i'd be able to get a rise out of you, glad i know no-" your words were cut up by him quickly walking towards you and gripping your chin with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together slightly as he other hand gripped your wrist once more. "you've been nothing but a little brat since the moment i met you, it seems to me you must like pissing me off. is that it? you like knowing how much you make my cock hard when you prance around in those little skirts and give me backchat?" his tone alone was already enough to only widen your grin, but the things he was saying were adding to the butterflies in your stomach. determined not to give up your attitude just yet, you let go of any and all control you'd been holding onto, reaching forward to clamp your hand onto his thigh, dangerously close to where you could already see an outline forming. his only response to your touch was a sharp intake as his eyes closed momentarily, only to snap back open as he shoved you backwards, briefly scaring you before you fell back onto his bed. looking up at him as he stood above you, his legs touching your knees, you could see how his chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. his eyes raked over your body, observing every part of where your dress rode up, and then back up to meet your gaze, only to begin undoing the statement buckle on his belt, once again watching you for any signs of being uncomfortable as he continued. only widening your smirk, he seemed to get the message as he completely discarded the belt on his rug floor. as he began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans, he leaned forward to land on his knees on the bed, above you and staring you down. "as much i'd love to play with you until your crying and screaming my name, i need to bury myself in that pretty little pussy of yours." his voice was breathy as he leaned forward, using his knee to push your legs apart, your mini skirt already riding up enough for him to get a full view of your underwear. you couldn't find it in yourself to say anything else, already convincing yourself that this was all some sick dream of yours and now you were going to wake up no longer able to look niki in the eye. his lower half disappeared from your view as he finally put weight on top of you, through you could still hear the fabric of his jeans shifting as he settled in between your legs. even through the fabric separating the two of you, you both shivered when you felt your hips make contact, letting out shaky breaths as you looked up at him and he looked down at you. as much as you expected him to take things at least slightly slow, he did the opposite, wasting no time as he moved your own fabric to the side, only sliding his tip along your entrance softly in order to brace yourself and give you another chance to stop him if you had changed your mind. only placing a hand on his cheek and nodding quickly, did he respond with a similar nod before entering you quickly and with little no mercy. you were unable to stop yourself from leaning for head back and crying out loudly, only for niki's hand to clasp over your mouth as he looked down at you. "i know the music is loud, but i need you to, oh sheibe-" he cut himself off by inhaling sharply, groaning softly and shutting his eyes as he began to move inside you, his hips rotating ever so slightly as they moved back and fourth, only resulting in you moaning into his hand. "i know the music is loud, but i need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?" his voice was so low it was almost coming out as a growl as he continued to thrust into you as he spoke, trying not to keep groaning in between his words as he shut his eyes tightly and cursed in german once more. you couldn't like, he was a stretch for you, there was pain at first but it had quickly begun shifting into pleasure as he continued and you became more used to the way he felt inside you. you knew there was an element of time involved lest he be missed at his own party, god forbid one of the guests go looking for him especially seeing as you were almost certain that door hadn't been locked. continued to thrust, his hands found there way on your back as he rose to his knees, taking you with him and sitting you on his lap, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support as he effectively began to bounce you on his cock. the only thing you were able to do to stop your whimpers and moans from being heard was to bury your head in his neck, his head turning slightly to the side to bury itself in your hair. beginning to help him out slightly by bouncing yourself on his lap, you felt your hips beginning to cramp and ache but brought yourself to ignore the pain as it was currently outweighed by the sheer amount of pleasure you felt as he fucked you. growling into your hair, you felt his head move back so that he could begin leaving love bites on the parts of your neck that weren't covered by your dress; you couldn't even pay attention to the fact that you would have to walk back out into that party with love bites for all to see, your parents especially. part of you just hoped there would be no way to link them back to niki. picking up speed, you began to bounce faster on niki's lap as he too began to go faster, feeling the muscles within your stomach starting to tighten as rationality left your body and adrenaline took over. in that moment, nothing felt more important than chasing your high, knowing it was only on the horizon. it seemed niki was feeling the same way as he growled deeply, pulling his head away to look into your eyes as he gripped your hips and slammed them against his own with little to no mercy, caring little for the bruising that would no doubt be left over the next day. it hadn't taken much more of this for you be a whimpering mess, feeling yourself tighten quickly around niki's cock, only to begin hearing the sloppy sounds of your wetness slapping while niki still continued to essentially jackhammer into you, still chasing his own high. as you began to come down from your orgasm, the sensitivity of niki still fucking you relentlessly had you whimpering and panting as you once again buried your head in his shoulder, trying to remain as quiet as you could, though this was proving to be a difficult task. it wasn't long before you felt niki twitching from inside you, only to followed by the hot feeling of him cumming deeply inside you, his own deep and guttural moans releasing from his throat, cutting themselves off occasionally as he twitched and leaned his head back, his mouth hanging open as he shut his eyes. collapsing backwards, niki fell on top of you, panting with his brown curly locks sticking to his forehead as he laid his head on your chest. post orgasm high, you both seemed to let reality hit you as you looked at each other, realizing you'd both been missing from the party for longer than you thought, exchanging no words apart from a few worried sounds of alertness as you scrambled off of one another, quickly righting yourselves. it had only taken another two minutes or so to appear semi inconspicuous as you finally made your way back to his door, bracing yourselves before opening it and stepping out, only to see your parents walking towards you, quickly spotting you and calling your name. "where have you been? we've been looking for you everywhere, have you seen niki? he went missing an-" before you could even try to find a valid explanation, through they hadn't seemed very concerned for you and more so for niki's whereabouts, you felt niki walk up behind you, leaning against the door frame and greeting your parents. "she got lost." he began, placing a hand on your shoulder, cool as ever, as if minutes ago he hadn't just been fucking your brains out. "i was showing her photos from past races. lets get a drink, yes?" quickly deflecting from any questions they may have as to why you both just exited his bedroom, niki began to lead them to where they could get a drink, leaving you, shaking your head at the fact that they actually fucking bought that. - it was hours later that the party was actually beginning to wrap up, drunken people being led back to taxi's and niki saying goodbye to guests as the music had now stopped and there had been one to many neighbourly complaints. you were unsure whether or not you should try to go and say goodbye to niki, post sex clarity was no proposing a very awkward question as to where the fuck that had left the two of you now; you weren't even afraid to admit that the idea of having any other interaction with niki from this point forward scared the fuck out of you. one could argue that it was all spur of the moment, and you hadn't really had time to communicate whatsoever afterwards, distracted by the fact that you were scrambling to get your clothes back on. you weren't even sure yourself what you wanted it to be, it felt more like a situation of you didn't want to find out. and yet, once again, your wishes were ignored by whatever higher power was controlling things, because as you were walking back to the car with your parents, still trying to make any sort of sense of what had transpired, you heard the voice behind you calling after your parents. turning, you placed your hands in your pockets as you watched niki wish your parents a goodnight, letting your mother kiss him on the cheek as well as let your father give him a firm handshake as thanks occurred. he looked over at you only briefly, his eyes and expression next to unreadable as he quickly looked back at your parents, offering to walk them to their car. turning around quickly, you began to walk quickly to the car, unfortunately slowed down by your boots as your parents soon overtook you, leaving you and niki almost side by side behind them. though neither of you said anything, your eyes widened when you felt his hand fall on your lower back, then soon to your backside, giving it a squeeze that made you jump slightly, turning your head to look at him with an annoyed and wide eyed look, only to once again be met with that same fucking smirk. as you finally caught up with your parents, they only turned as niki pulled his hand away, thankfully missing the fact that he'd done that as they thanked him for a good night. opening the car door, you were immediately met with a sharp look from your father. "maybe you should say goodnight to niki, seeing as he was so generous as to extend the invitation to you." your father said slightly under his breath in a warning tone, only to turn back to niki. "sorry, she can be such a little brat sometimes." by the look on niki's face, you could see him holding in a smirk as he shook his head dismissively and waving his hand. "ah, its fine. i don't mind at all." he finished his sentence by wishing you a goodnight, only now extending the smirk to you as you stared back at him for a moment, slightly still in shock that your parents could be just that clueless. "goodnight, niki." you finally said, wasting no time getting in your seat and shutting the door.

#daniel brühl #Daniel Bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader #niki lauda #niki lauda rush #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda smut #baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo smut #daniel bruhl smut #goodbye lenin #the alienist #ladies in lavender #rush 2013 #rush

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fratboykate · 2 years

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How did French Kate and Yelena meet each other? They couldn’t stand each other at first like all the other time periods?

I'm sorry I know you sent this 5-6 days ago and I meant to answer it right away. Y'all know I do all my writing on the notes app on my phone because I'm INSANE. It's all meticulously organized in folders by AU at this point but it's still just my Notes app. When I went to look for my notes, my French folder was empty and I have 19k notes so it's a clusterfuck to look through. Either I accidentally deleted all my research notes or idk wtf happened to them because no matter what terms I've used to search for them nothing has come up. Needless to say I've been HEATED and I had to walk away from this ask for a second lol. That was hours of not just French history research but also story groundwork that vanished 😩

I quickly just did some stuff from my shitty ass memory as best I could cuz I didn't want to leave you hanging any longer but it's not the same in depth answer you would've gotten had I still had my notes from before. I'll do it all again eventually but right now I'm too annoyed/mad/sad to bother. ANYWAY...

Cateline Evesque's husband is one of the king's Councillors. Her father is a Count from Southern France. She grew up in a Chateau until her mother died when she was five then her father sent her to receive a convent education. Her family has a long aristocratic lineage. She loved her husband when they married her off at like 16 but eight years later that has sort if evaporated. Especially after two children lost. That changes marriages and people and right now their relationship is rocky AT BEST. She knows he has affairs but she'd rather look the other way than make a big deal out of it. Him being busy with other women means more time with her friends at court.

Hélène Beauchêne is married to a Count/Marquis. Her family comes from money in Northwestern France as her father is a Duke and her mother is a French courtier/daughter of a Duke. Her and her husband are courtiers at Versailles (basically 1700s socialites lol). It was an arranged marriage based on financial and power brokerage between their parents. They got married when they were both like 16/17 and it wasn't terrible for a while. They were at least friendly and did what married couples are expected to do. They tried to do their duty and have kids but it never happened. They're now almost 30 and can barely stand each other after these many years together. There's a constant, suffocating pressure from both sides of the family for heirs but every night Yelena is like "if you touch me you will lose your penis in a really violent way" and he's a bit of a wimp so he doesn't do much about it 😂

SO...Kate and her man Henri have been living in their fancy Versailles apartment overlooking the gardens way before Yelena and her man Lucien move in. They're the new kids on the block but it's not like they're totally out of place. Everyone knows their families and that they're "purebreds" so they're not like...lepers. They've rubbed elbows with some of these people at some point before.

During the daily nigthtime salons it was common for it to eventually get separated by gender and the men went to do their thing while the women did their thing so Lucien ends up with the bros and Yelena ends up gambling and gossiping with Kate and the girlies. (Gambling was HUGE with the women at Versailles. It was in general. It's one of those things they did all day. Not like they had much else going on...)

Kate is like...GOOD at the cards. She's a shark actually. To the point where people almost don't want to play with her because they know they're just going to end up losing a shit ton of money when they do. But Yelena is the new arrival and she doesn't know that. Versailles is a viper's nest so the women went from being lowkey catty af to simply going "Lets just sit back and watch this bitch get demolished by Card Queen Kate." Problem is.........Yelena is actually holding her own. Like.......surprisingly well. She is actually kinda whooping Kate's ass.

Everyone eventually leaves the game and it's just the two of them, toe to toe. Gambling away shit tons of money and the entire court has basically surrounded the table watching popular girl of the court get a bit of a whooping by the new girl.

Yelena makes a huge bet and Kate matches it thinking Yelena HAS to be bluffing. She's been counting the cards. No way she has that good of a hand. She's going to win all that money back and her husband doesn't have to find out the ridiculous amount of money she's already lost tonight. He has no idea how much she gambles because she never loses. Well, that changed tonight and it'll definitely be an issue if she doesn't get it back. Yelena shows her hand. Kate must've miscounted somewhere because she just got FUCKED. She just lost more than a 1/3 of what her husband makes in a year in a single bet. Fuuuuck.

Kate's like "😬again?😬" but Yelena stands up and is like "Nah I'm good. But thanks for the money tho. Night night :)"

Kate is fucking SWEATING BULLETS. How the fuuuuuck is she gonna explain that one? She stands up and goes after Yelena. By now Yelena is in one of the dark, solitary hallways adjacent to the Salon. Kate's like..."Double or nothing?"

Yelena laughs and she's like "....look on your face tells me you can't even pay the single as it is and by the way tonight went I'm fairly certain I'll win the double. It would be unfair of me to take that bet." and just keeps walking. Kate's ass is CLENCHED as she watches Yelena leave but then............Yelena turns.

"I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?"

"There's something in Versailles more valuable than money."

"What?"

"Allies and people with information. Right now I have neither. You show me the ropes and we can consider your debt squared."

"Okay."

"Good night, Cateline."

She gives Kate a once over then starts to walk away as if nothing just happened. Kate calls after her once she's further down the hallway.

"Yo...you gotta be at church tomorrow at 10. It's a must. King will literally come for your ass if you miss it. I'll save you a seat. Dress well, but not too well. You can't upstage the queen."

And Yelena is like "Dope. Thanks. See? You're coming in handy already 😉."

#something like that #kyfau #anonymous #answers

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Waltz of the Vampire (Vampire x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Fat!Reader/Fem!Vampire

Genre: Fantasy (Vaguely Historical/Renaissance)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3469 words

Summary: You forcibly attend the ball of the rich family that has just moved to town, unexpectedly finding comfort with one of their daughters.

Request: Hey!! I love your writing a lot! Would you consider an elf or a vampire whatever suits your fancy with a fat fem!reader. I try hard not to hate my body but it can be really hard sometimes and I know a lot of people go through it not just plus size folks but... idk it’s my weakness and a huge comfort. Anyway I hope you have a awesome day!!!

A/N: I really loved writing this request, and after I finish Thicker than Water, I might make a part two.

Serena has been to a lot of parties. Too many, in her opinion, even over her 326-year span of life. Her matriarch, “Mother” as she is called by her and the coven, believes there is no such thing.

Every move they make is celebrated by a grand ball, invitations sent out to every available person. Mother claims it’s the best way for them to fit in, to hide in the crowd rather than the shadows.

Serena understands this, she’s seen it work wonder for their reputation time and time again, but she still does not like them.

Tonight is especially dreadful, a bad hunt the day before and a quick spat with her “brother” enough to sour the whole get together. Serena spends most of the night eluding suitors and dance partners, embracing a mysterious persona so she can enjoy some alone-time.

As she looks around at the dance floor, Serena concludes that she is not a fan of the new fashion statements of this era. A bit too strict, too formal, with precise lacings and starchy hoop skirts. It makes the dance floor too stuffy in her opinion, no room to twirl your fabric or move your limbs.

She sips on her special red wine, eye’s lazily perusing the hall for her siblings, hoping to gain some company, when she spots you. Selena is brought to a pause, mid-drink, as your embroidered skirt glimmers, catching the light as you twirl it across the room. Her eyes widen, determination peaked when she notices you don’t have a partner.

How beautiful.

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Oooh, I love this song.

You hum, unconsciously bouncing from side to side as your favorite piano piece begins to play. It’s a piece you have on your list to learn in the future, bubbly and cheerful with a bumpy melody and the option for a fun violin accompaniment.

The energy of the music quickly translates to the dance floor, where couple’s begin to giggle and improvise amidst the strict waltz and counted-steps. It’s a shame that it’s such a good piece because for the first time of the night, you really wish someone would ask you to dance.

When the news the MacArthur’s were throwing a huge welcoming ball had reached your household, your mother quickly began throwing together preparations for you to attend. You had sighed, set your feet in a preemptive ice bath, and ready for another boring night.

As a former socialite herself, from girlhood you were forced to attend party after party. While it had done as intended and transformed your sister into a perfect lady, it had the opposite effect on you. The stiffness of the hoop skirts, the suits, and all the damn people always stuffed up your throat and flushed your face. With your sister as the shining star, it was easy for you to slip into the shadows, and avoid the preening of your mother’s etiquette lessons.

Now, as a growing woman with more and more free-time, you used all of your abilities to avoid huge social gatherings. You found your place amongst small gatherings with local friends, sneaking wine from the cellar and telling stories in the freezing cold around a fire

But as the music increases it’s tempo, with flourishing skirts and plenty of laughter, you can’t help but lose yourself in the joviality of the gathering. The fancy dresses, the even fancier alcohol, and the decadent ballroom had you wondering if you had been missing out a bit.

If only Margaret and Min-Young were here, now that would be a party.

You giggle into your champagne, heels still tapping against the hardwood and hand slightly tossing your skirt back and forth. You easily fall back into your reclusive corner to avoid embarrassing eyes who may glance upon your solitude. But a tiny yelp escapes you when your heel accidentally digs into a foot. You whip around, faced already flushed red with embarrassment.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t look where...I was…”

Behind you, dressed in a dark purple satin gown, is Serena Macarthur herself. She stands a solid two heads above you, hair done up in an immaculate up do and two shimmering ruby earrings dangling from her ears. Her face is serene, lips curled up in a bit of a smirk. You quickly jerk away and give a half-decent curtsy, noticing her beautiful black dancing shoes which you just stomped on. “I apologize, Miss Macarthur, I can’t believe I acted so foolishly. I didn’t realize-”

“Oh, there is no need to worry darling. I’m alright, no harm done.” She says, her voice low and musical, almost like a thrumming bass line. Her gloved hand is placed on your shoulder, the other slides up your neck and tilts up your chin to meet her eye line.

My god, she is stunning.

Her eyes are a color you’ve never seen before, not dissimilar to the sharp gemstones in her earrings. Serena’s makeup, simple yet sharp, does everything to accentuate the cardinal-red of her irises. You can feel the simmering blush heating up your skin as she continues to stare. “I was actually coming this way to speak to you, flower. It’s my fault really, for sneaking up on you.”

You shake your hands, nearly spilling over the champagne in your glass. “Oh no, it’s no problem. Like you said, no harm done”. You force a giggle, hastily taking a sip of your champagne. “May I ask what you wished to speak of?”

Serena smiles, a smirk which is just as sharp as the rest of her, though her eyes betray no slyness or ill-will. “I was going to enquire about your dress. I noticed it from across the room and was stunned by how enchanting it is.”

“Oh! Well, thank you very much.” You blush, unconsciously rubbing your finger over the embroidered flowers on the skirt. “I actually-”

“Whoops!”

In less than a second, you find yourself right next to Serena, as a drunk dancer trips and spills his drink all over the floor. You blink, brain not even fully processing what just happened, as you notice Serena’s arm on your elbow and the red wine splattered where you stood just moments ago.

Did she move me? But when-how did she-

“Sorry! Sorry about that.” The man slurs, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. His partner, a distressed young woman, grabs his elbow and forces him to stand straight. “Guess I’ve had too much.” His embarrassed partner chokes out a laugh as he continues to sway.

“Yes, it seems you have. Make sure to fix that, soon.”

Serena’s tone is barely above talking volume, but holds a command like a powerful shout, Both of the dancers jerk with surprise, furiously bowing as the female drags the man out of the hall.

Serena sighs, rubbing her forehead with exasperation. She turns toward you, smiles back on her face.

“Would you like to take this to the garden? Seems the party is getting a bit too rowdy for good conversation.”

You nod, still a bit befuddled by Serena’s quick mood change and even quicker reflexes. But you link elbows when she holds hers up in invitation nonetheless, following her outside.

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The Macarthur estate is beautiful, as expected, and the garden fits that image to a T. Even in the moonlight you can see the finely cultivated roses bushes which decorate it, along with the gleaming marble fountain and sitting space under an ornately decorated gazebo. The two of your heels click along the paved path as you walk towards the center, your half-empty drink still in hand.

“You were sadly interrupted, but you were mentioning something about the dress?”

You nod, taking another long sip of your champagne, hoping a little alcohol may temper your thoughts.

“Yes, I was just going to say that I made it myself.” Serena’s eyes grow wide, eyes darting up and down your attire, and you feel yourself fluster. “It’s a tradition in my family, you see. My great-great-grandmother was very diligent when it came to teaching her kids how to sew, even the boys, and it became such an insisted upon skill that all her children ended up making their own evening clothing for special occasions. It ended up filtering down that every child makes one special outfit themselves, for what occasion it doesn’t particularly matter, but something thatt is uniquely you.” You pull up the end of your skirt, pointing out the flower pattern. “I’ve always had a fondness for gardening, so I tried to incorporate that into my dress. Plus,” You smooth out your skirt, “Most party dresses I’ve found are a bit too restrictive for my tastes, I wanted something I could really get into some fun with, y’know?” You force a giggle, immediately wondering if that comment was a bit too salacious for high-society talk. Serena simply smirks, letting out a low chuckle of her own.

“I wholeheartedly agree. May I take a closer look?” She gestures to your skirt and you hastily nod. The two of you take a seat by the fountain, Serena’s glove accidentally brushing against your calf as she picks up your skirt. You try and control your shiver from the simple contact. She hums admirably as she runs along your work. “Such incredibly done Sunflowers, the detail you put in is astounding. And these are forget-me-nots, correct?”

“Oh yes, those are my favorite kind.” Serena’s hands continue to run along the linework, following the bumps and dips of each flower petal. “As you can see I had trouble with the lavender, what with the petals being so small.” Serena shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. She looks up at you, forcing you to hastily act as if you weren’t admiring her face.

“The work you put in makes them twice as beautiful, mistakes be damned.” You blush even harder, throwing your hand and taking a final sip of your champagne.

“Thank you very much, but I have a long way to go.”

Serena’s hand hasn’t left your skirt, now resting on her lap as she continues to look at you. You swallow the last droplets of champagne down your throat, trying to fill the silence.

“The band is incredible, did you hire them locally?” You stutter, setting down your glass. Serena continues to fiddle with your skirt.

“Some of them, yes, but the violinist is actually my older sister, Marigold.”

“Wow! Make sure to give her my compliments, she’s very talented.” Serena nods, before her eyes dart down your toes. As the music echoes out of the hall and into the garden, you had unconsciously begun to tap your toes to the beat. When she glances at you, she can see your head slightly bobbing, a content look painting your face. A small smile forces one on to hers.

How cute. She internally sighs, noting how soft the skin of your cheek looks, the nice curve of your jaw, and your adorable noise. The pulsing blood which would run down your throat, the crimson looking devine against your exposed collarbone and dripping below your breast line.

She stands up abruptly, forcing those evocative thoughts out of her mind. You were quite cute and good company, someone Serena would like to get to know. Sometimes the crossed wires of her brain confused attraction for bloodlust, mistaking the butterflies for hunger pains.. She is almost embarrassed; It was one of the common hurdles new vampires had to overcome, a bridge she thought she crossed years ago

You startle, looking up at her with innocent doe eyes. Serena holds out her hand, ignoring how she can hear your steady pulse, unintentionally matching the beat of the music.

“May I have this dance, fair lady?” She almost whispers, bowing slightly.

Your face flushes, nodding without a word, and slipping your bare hand into her glove.

Serena boldly grabs your hip and presses you against her, quickly taking the lead. Your brain fervently recalls all of your formal dancing lessons, pressing your head into her chest as she takes you along.

In her arms, following her perfected steps, that slithering self-consciousness sneaks back into your brain. Your logic tries to reason with it;

You wanted to dance, but now that this beautiful woman has gladly offered her hand, you want to stop?

But your insecurities are louder, screaming about every trip and every spare touch. This close, you can feel her firm musculature through the dress, spotting the hint of her bicep as she leads you. With her dainty and elegant hand on your side, you feel twice aware of your size underneath, every imperfection concealed by your dress.

You had fallen in love with this dress when making it, but had always been hesitant to wear it. You feared that once you put it on, that beautiful picture in your mind would shatter, leaving you forlorned of what could never be. Not with you wearing it, you had thought, avoiding your own mirror as you left.

“Something on your mind, flower?”

Serena whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Your back jerks and contorts back into position, almost stepping your foot on hers. You shake your head furiously.

“Oh no! I-I just-” You stumble, trying to find an easy excuse, but are stopped when you take a look at her face.

She’s resplendent, even up close, not a hint of makeup to be seen. But across her cheeks, slightly faded from what looks like years away from the sun, are-

“My, you have such wonderful freckles.” You murmur, without a second thought.

Unbeknownst to you, if Serena could blush, she would. But the scrunched up look of embarrassment is telling, hinting that maybe this beautiful heiress has her own things she hides away.

“W-well, thank you.” She hastily utters, eyes averting from yours. It’s uncharacteristically shy and you can’t control the giggle that escapes you.

To give her some reprieve, you take your eyes off her face and trail them around the garden. They catch on the fountain, where the contrasting colors of your dresses stand out amidst the black. In the reflection, the two of you could not look more different. Serena stands a head above you, slim-fitted dark purple dress pulled across her curves, while your bright green dress cinches at the waist, flowing out like the flower's detailed skirt. It blows and beckons with every movement, brushing occasionally against your form and showing off the contours of your body.

Damn, you think, we look hot.

Just as fickle as it’s counterpoint, confidence quickly overtakes your mind, blocking out the noise of your doubt. You hold tight to your beautiful partner, in the beautiful dress that you made, and allow the happiness of this moment to exist uninterrupted, however short it may be.

The music increases its pace, the smooth line of a saxophone bringing up the energy. With a new burst of energy, you allow yourself to improvise amidst the strict waltz. You lift your weight off your heels and try to glide from step to step, like the fast-paced tango dancers your mother once took you to see. Serena matches your enthusiasm, gripping your waist, even lifting you a few inches off the ground when a particular chord strikes. Her fingers slightly tickle your ribs, an ecstatic giggle escaping you and you falter a misstep. Your mind almost stops, embarrassed by your stumble and that insecurity sneaking back in, but Serena follows your new tempo with grace, urging you along with improvisation.

Your bodies follow the music with abandon, ordered steps devolving into impassioned stamps and twists, Serena twirling you around as the violin and piano sing from afar. Your heart and mind are running on adrenaline. It’s like when you were little, letting out your energy in any way possible. Serena’s laughter is magical and for once you don’t detest your awkward snorts and chuckles.

As the music slows, the two of you near-tumble back into the fountain, taking a seat with heaving chests.

“Whew, I haven’t danced like that in a while!” You say, brushing a stray hair back behind your ear. Serena nods, patting her stomach as she continues to laugh.

“Me as well. I forgot how fun it could be, when you’re not counting your steps.”

“Oh good, you do that too. I always wondered how no one got dreadfully bored just saying 1-2-3 over and over.” You mutter, taking in a deep breath and patting her thigh. Your other hand drifts down to the fountain water, letting your fingertips brush across the top and inadvertently catching your reflection once more.

It’s not the most flattering angle, your shoulders slump and the water slightly distorted, and those intruding thoughts try to slip in once more.

Oh shut up, let us have this.

Your logic sighs, batting it away without another second thought.

As the two of you sit, your energy eventually begins to drift back down, your muscles slightly tired from that short burst of impact. You sneak a glance at Serena.

While her outfit is still immaculate, her updo shows the smallest signs of dishelevement, curly black hairs falling down above her ears. In a way, she’s more beautiful than ever.

“Me and some friends are actually getting together next week. The shepherd's daughter, Violet, is getting married and they are throwing a little shindig at the barn to celebrate. Do you want to come?”

Serena looks up at you, slightly surprised, face furrowed with that hidden bashfulness. But she nods nonetheless, shooting you a bright smile.

Still high off your dance, you just barely miss her large fangs, which glimmer under the moonlight.

You smile back, only startled when the large bell tower from the center of town chimes. Your head looks towards it’s large face and back towards the moon position. You’d guess it was midnight. Seems the two of you had lost track of time while dancing.

“Well, I should probably be going.” You say, standing up and brushing off your skirt. “I do have some gardening to attend to in the morning, going to need a solid amount of sleep. But,” You say, eyes demure and locked on your toes as Serena stands up, “I had a lot of fun tonight. More than usual, I would say.” You giggle, twirling a strand of your hair. Serena hmms in agreement.

“Me as well, flower. Your company has been the highlight of my night.”

In a bold move, Serena grabs your hand and lays a kiss on the back of it. Her eyes radiate that power and certainty from before, crimson irises shining in the night. Your blush crawls its way back up your neck.

“I-I can say the same.”

The two of you stay in that position for a moment, Serena pulling away her lips but keeping a lingering hold on your hand. Your heart thrums in your chest, while hers is deathly silent. Neither of you wants to be the first to pull away.

“I-uhm.” You stumble, hand still locked in place.

Now’s as good a time as any. You suppose.

In a quick movement, your hand loosens from Serena’s grasp and you give a quick peck on her cheek. In another, you have pulled away, sprinting towards your carriage.

“I-I’ll see you Saturday!” You shout, nearly tripping over a rose bush.

Left behind in the garden stands Serena, cold hand pressed against the burning skin of her cheek. Your kiss shot through her body like a lightning strike, almost jolting her frozen-heart alight.

That night, Serena goes for a hunt. She barely takes the time to change out of her formal clothes, nearly tearing the delicate lacework of her dress. Her claws catch on her gloves and almost rip apart, her heels scuffing the floor as she kicks them off and to the side. Her undead body is thrumming with life, untapped energy that longs to get out.

Her thoughts run a mile a minute, forcibly distracted by the Grizzly bear she currently has in a choke hold. It puts up a good fight, but Serena is running off of pure bloodlust.

At least, she thinks it’s bloodlust. A deeper part of her knows it's something else; The sparking fire of something new and a little bit frightening.

The last time she was personally invited to a ball, an event, a ceremony was less than a couple months ago. When you hold a position such as hers, look like her, they are common occurrences.

But to a party? Not a politically motivated meetup, but a genuine, let your hair down, party? Well, she hadn’t been to one since she was a youngling of 150.

And for the first time in a while, she is excited.

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