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drunk-onsunlight · 3 years

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Day #12 of Promptmas

Chapter 12: Baby, It's cold outside

Summary:

The gang wish you all a Merry Christmas. Enjoy some presents unwrapping and some final battle with a few villains

Notes:

Merry Christmas!!!! Hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writting it. All your love and comments are hugely appreciated. Finally, thanks @spiderman-homecomeme for being huge part of why I’m back at writting. Hope you know you inspire a lot of people! Keep shinning :D

Concept: Opening presents

Dialogue: “Merry Christmas” & “Do you like it?” “I love it” & “Why are you staring at me?” “Nothing… you just look really cute right now”

December 25th

Peter is awakened by a knock on the door. He can hear someone speaking but he is too sleep to comprehend what it’s happening. He snuggles further into the warm and goes back to sleep but a few moments later someone kept knocking on the door.

“Damn. Who’s not getting the idea that I want to sleep late?” MJ said and pulled Peter closer

“PETER! MJ! WE NEED TO OPEN THE GIFTS!!!! COME ON!! WAKE UP!!!” Now Peter got who was calling their door

“We should go, Em. She is going to throw that door if we don’t go out” Peter yawn and MJ stretched out on the bed

“Hey peanut” Peter opened the door and Morgan ran to the bed and started jumping on it

“WE CAN OPEN THE PRESENTS NOW! LET’S GO! MJ WAKE UP”

“I’m awake. We can go!” MJ did her best getting out of bed with Morgan jumping on the bed

Peter took a hoodie from his bag before joining Morgan and MJ to the living room. Everyone was already there but nobody looked fully awake, just Morgan.

“Morning everyone” Peter said hi and everyone mumbled a few things back at him

“Do we have coffee?” MJ was looking at everything on the coffee table

“Yes. We have some here” Happy offered them two mugs with warm coffee and they took it

“Can we open the presents now mom? We are all here!” Morgan was jumping next to the tree. Peter haven’t noticed but the tree was actually full of packages

“Yeap. You can distribute them and open yours” After Pepper gave her approval, Morgan grabbed the gift that was closer to her.

“This one is from Peter to my dad” Morgan handed the package to tony and he started opening it

“Aww. This is so cute! Thanks Pete. I’m putting them on the lab” Tony placed the Iron Man and Spider-Man plushies next to him on the couch. Morgan picked a second package

“This one is for Uncle Happy” He received the big present and opened it

“Morgan this is amazing! Thank you little one” Happy started to show May all the bakery supplies Morgan got him. Then she grabbed two presents and hand it them to May and Pepper. They opened broke the paper and opened the shoe boxes Morgan got for them. May gasped at the heels and Pepper kissed Morgan’s check to thank her

“This little one is from Peter to Betty” Betty took the little box and when she opened she found a blue bridal hair comb. The comb was silver with little silver and sapphire blue leaves

“Peter this is beautiful. Thank you so much!” When Ned tried to look at what was in the box Betty closed it “You can’t see it yet, Ned”

“Morgan helped me find it. I thought you would need something blue” Morgan lifted another package and announced that it was from Tony to Pepper. Pepper took the letter size package, everyone was expecting Pepper to open it and when she did, two plain tickets to India

“India?” Morgan read and asked her dad

“India like Uttaranchal because your mom haven’t stop talking about how much she would like to go to that amazing place where they have yoga and meditation classes and a beautiful spa. So yes, India”

“You were actually paying attention to my rambling about Uttaranchal”

“I’m always paying attention to you. No matter what you’re doing or what I’m doing” Pepper kissed Tony and thanked him for the trip. They do needed to relax a little bit

Morgan kept grabbing presents and giving them to their respective owners. Happy gave May a beautiful pearl necklace and May gave Happy a gastronomic tour for New York. Betty gave Peter a new lens for his camera and Ned gave Peter a new intercom for the suit. Morgan gave his dad her present and he totally loved it and even told Pepper he was going to wear those Iron Man shorts to their trip. Pepper gave Tony a free pass to get as many cheese burgers as he wanted over the year. Then Morgan found one of her presents

“This is for me!!” She started to tear the wrapping paper and found the Rescue helmet she used to wear a few years back as a toy

“We talked and decided it’s time for you to have it” Pepper explained to Morgan when she looked at them trying to find an explanation “You are always with your dad on the lab, you played with this a few years back. We think it’s time for you to have it. I can’t take that away from you”

“That doesn’t mean you can start using it now. You will need training and mentoring. It’s just an approval of what you can and eventually will do” After Tony and Pepper talked Morgan threw herself at them and kissed their checks

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! Peter can be my mentor, dad? And you of course!”

“I would love that peanut” Peter offered his help and Morgan blew him a kiss. Morgan went back to the gifts. MJ gave Betty a swimsuit and Ned gave her tickets to the Philippines to meet the rest of his family. MJ also gave May and Happy and Pepper and Tony some spa reservations. After a while, Morgan noticed there were missing presents

“Peter. Where is MJ’s present? Please tell me you didn’t forget to pick it up”

“No I didn’t forget it. It’s on my pocket” He pulled a small round box from his hoddie and gave it to MJ

“Merry Christmas, Em” MJ opened the box and found a necklace. A black glass Dahlia was between a soft fabrics. She took it out of the box and the Dahlia shinned in front of her. She didn’t say anything and Peter was starting to worry about it, maybe she didn’t like it

“Do you like it?” He had to ask or he was going to die of embarrassment right there in front of everyone. Peter was overthinking about the necklace until MJ finally spoke

“I love it” MJ moved her eyes from the necklace to Peter and without another word gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “My present for you is quite confidential so I have it in my bag” Everyone was looking at them with soft eyes and Morgan was too focused on the last gifts there were under the tree. All of them were for here. May gave her a dress Morgan saw on internet and wanted to get. Pepper gave her the same free pass she gave to Tony so they could go together without Tony sharing his pass. May and Happy gave her some science equipment she could use to not monopolize his dad’s lab and start her own.

After they finished open all the presents, Peter noticed MJ didn’t gave Morgan a present

“Morgan, can you come with me please? Peter, come with us?” MJ called Morgan and the two girls walked out of the living room with Peter close by. MJ lead them to their room and closed the door behind them

“Morgan, remember what I told you about trusting people with big secrets?” MJ asked Morgan while looking for something on her bag

“Yeap” Morgan nodded while looking at MJ

“Well, I have something to tell you. For me trust is a huge gift that I don’t give to everyone. And what I’m about to share with you, I hope will be part of your new journey with the nice suit your parents gave you” Right there, Peter understood what was on her bag

“Have you heard something about someone people is calling Black Cat?” MJ asked and Morgan turned to look at Peter

“She knows who I am Peanut” Morgan showed how surprised she was at the information and nodded to MJ

“I know she was stealing some money and things from other people but I saw her on the news a few days ago. She wasn’t hurting anyone and she left with you Peter” As much as she talked, Morgan started to realize what was happening “You are Black Cat, MJ”

“I am. And I know you have seen some things but I’m doing it to help” While MJ spoke, she pulled her leather suit out of her bag along with a folder full of papers “This is your present Peter” She handed him the folder and he found a way of ending Prowler along with his fellows.

“This folder has all the documents you need to put them in jail. I can’t do it or they will link all of this to Miles but you can do it. If you knock them like last time and enough time for the police to get them, they are going to jail and we will be fine, Miles will be save” Peter overlooked the papers and found bank statements, mails and chats with Dr. Ock’s plans.

“Who’s Miles?” Peter and MJ forgot that Morgan was still with them until she spoke. When they looked at her, she was wearing MJ’s Black Cat mask and wig

“A friend. The reason behind all I did. The equipment and money I stole, it was all to keep him save”

“Thank MJ. This will be really helpful. Maybe I can take it to the lab and tell Karen to scan this and send the docs to the cops once I get them” Morgan was going to say something more but Peter and MJ’s phones started ringing. They shared a look and took their phones out of their pockets

“Manhattan. Rhino’s back and not alone” Peter showed MJ someone’s photo from Manhattan that showed Rhino and Prowler together. They were trying to destroy a building

“You have to go Pete?” Morgan took of the wig and mask and handed them to MJ

“Yeah Peanut, I’m calling the helicopter for my venom formula and letting Karen scan this files”

“I’m going with you” MJ grabbed her leather suit and got to the bathroom to change

“You have your suit here, right Peter?” Morgan walked to the door and after Peter gave her a confirmation she closed the door behind her. Two minutes later MJ came out of the bathroom with her suit, mask, wig and belt on.

“Ready?” Peter looked at her and he froze. He always looked at Black Cat in the dark and the last fight let him so shock he didn’t take a close look at her. The suit embraced all her curves, her long legs were even longer with the high heels she was wearing and now the mask did nothing to hide her brown eyes. MJ noticed he hadn’t said anything in a while snapped her fingers in front of him “Peter? Spider-Man?”

“Sorry. I’m ready. I called the helicopter, we let the file on the scanner, take the web formula and we will be in Manhattan in five minutes by far”

“Then let’s go. No time to waste” Peter took his mask from the bed and took MJ’s hand before going out of their room. Their went down the stairs and found everyone on the living room looking at the TV

“Tony we are leaving. Ned I need you on the intercom with me. May, everything it’s going to be fine. I promise. We have a plan” When Peter and MJ looked at everyone Peter found lots of shocked faces

“MJ?” Betty was looking at MJ with big eyes, like she couldn’t believe what was in front of her. MJ froze and looked at everyone on the living room, the only normal faces were Tony, Ned and Morgan

“I can explain, but not now. We have to go. Betty I promise I will tell you everything when we come back”

“I knew about Peter, but you?” Peter looked at Ned with lots of questions between them “He didn’t tell me. I’m a journalist, I’m not blind and you guys don’t speak as soft as you think”

“Now I’m offended I didn’t find out being your roommate” When they left the house, the helicopter was already waiting for them.

Once in the helicopter the facilities were a few minutes away from them. MJ had the folder and as soon as they landed, they took it to lab and while Peter grabbed the formula and the special web shooters, the chemicals were strong enough to damage his normal web shooters, MJ put the files into the scanner and told Karen to send the files to the police when Peter told her to.

“Peter, doesn’t someone need to change the files or pages on the scanner? Karen can’t do that”

“Karen can’t, but Dum-E can” Peter ran to the lab next to his and brought some mechanical arm with him and gave the arm the order of changing the pages or flick the pages if needed “Don’t mess this up Dum-E. I trust you!” The arm did a few bip sounds and started working. Peter walked to the front door and MJ followed him close by.

“Should we arrive together?”

“No, you go first. I need to make sure they don’t see me coming. You will be fighting Rhino and Prowler but we still have to go after the others. If Dr. Ock shows up, I will tell you” Peter gave MJ a short kiss before putting his mask and swing away from her. She waited a few minutes and started moving between building too.

Peter asked Karen for Rhino’s location and as soon as he got it, he swayed faster to the point a little map in his mask showed him. There weren’t a lot of citizens on the streets, but cops and reporters were everywhere

“Rhino, seriously? I was having a good time. Let me guess, Santa didn’t bring you a present and now you are mad” All Peter got was some grunts from Rhino. He took the opportunity to shoot some of the venom webs at his mouth and face. The chemicals started to ruin Rhino’s armor just like Peter had expected

“Michelle is dealing with Prowler, Peter” Karen spoke in his mask and Peter tried to shoot some webs to weak points that Karen showed him

“Ned?”

“Right here Peter” Ned spoke clearly in his ear. The new intercom worked pretty well

“Can you see what MJ is doing?”

“My girl’s kicking some asses” This time Betty was the one to answer him

“Ned where are you?” Peter was swinging between some buildings to avoid Rhino’s punches.

“Living room. Everyone can listen to you” Perfect, he didn’t want May hearing one of his fights, she worried too much and probably Tony will have an opinion on the fight or something he would say, Tony always had an opinion. And Morgan will definitely make fun of him for something later. Pepper and Happy just supported him through everything

“Is Dr. Ock somewhere?” Peter asked Karen and Ned in case one can see it and not the other

“Nope. MJ is with Prowler and you take care of Rhino” Peter had Rhino’s armor almost fully covered in webs and he could barely move

“Karen, tell MJ I’m almost done with Rhino”

“Yes, Peter”

Rhino was covered in the webs and the chemical began to interfere with the mobility of his arms and legs. Rhino started to rip some armor off him. When he took his helmet off, the face of a redhead man appeared and Peter told some cops they had to be careful when they captured the man. He started looking for MJ and saw her and Prowler on the rooftop of a building. He moved fast climbing a wall and arrived when Prowler shoot compressed air blasts at MJ. She fell back and Peter shoot some webs at Prowler

“Let me handle him. This is between us” MJ told Peter over the intercom and he took a few steps back. He knew she needed to do it on her own terms but he wasn’t letting her get hurt either

“Look who’s here, Cat. Don’t you want to take part Spider?”

“Nop. I’m here for moral support or just make fun of you” Peter pretended to check his nails and he was just watching his gloved hand. MJ saw that Prowler was distracted and threw the loop at him. Linking his arms to his body, with the restriction, he couldn’t move or throw more things at her

“Sorry you missed the fight, you made it till the end” MJ moved to Prowler and tied more ropes on his body to make sure he wasn’t moving or escaping. Peter surrounded him with a web and moved him to where Rhino was on the ground.

“You ok, MJ?” Peter asked Michelle after he saw some scratches on her right arm

“Yeah, all good. He decided to use his new titanium claws on me but nothing to worry about. Tell Karen to send the files to every precinct in New York and we can go home” While he spoke to Karen, Peter grabbed MJ by her waist and took her to the rooftop they were minutes ago.

“Karen already send all the files. They are going to jail. I feel bad about Miles, he wanted to help his uncle to be a better person and now he is going to jail” Peter looked down at Aaron Davis, immobilized and covered in webs. His suit was damaged where the webs could touch the suit

“He understands. I hope he becomes a better man for all of those who have faith in him, like Miles and Jefferson” MJ grabbed Peter’s mask and moved it up above his mouth to give him a kiss

“Get a room!” Morgan shouted on their ears and Peter and MJ started laughing

“Ned is still in the living room” Peter explained MJ why Morgan was talking to them

“Yeah. We can see and hear everything. Also, there is a very nice shoot of you guys right now on TV with “Power Couple” as the headlight” Peter looked down again and saw a few cameras pointing at them. Thank God MJ didn’t remove his mask completely or his face will be all over the TV and Internet in a few seconds

“Let’s go back, Spider” MJ wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck and he shoot a web to another building to make them swing back to the facilities. Fifteen minutes later they were back on the cabin and everyone was waiting for them at the front door

“We are back and perfectly fine!” Peter assured them all

“MJ is hurt” Morgan pointed at MJ’s arm and May and Pepper moved back to the house quickly

“Let’s go inside” Happy lead them to the living room and turned off the TV that still had images of Rhino and Prowler being arrested. May and Pepper appeared with a first aid kit and MJ took of her wig and mask

“Can you take of that suit so we can clean the cuts?” Pepper spoke to her like a mother speaking to a little hurt kid

“I will need a little bit of help but maybe in the room” The three of them walked to the room on the second floor and Peter decided to go with them. He needed to be sure she was alright. May helped MJ with the zipper on the front of the suit and rolled down the suit from her arm. Pepper cleaned the cuts and then put some patches with a white cream MJ didn’t recognized on the area

“You should change those clothes. We will wait for you on the living room” May told them and she hugged Peter on her way out of the room with Pepper

“Better?” Peter closed the door behind him and walked to MJ

“Yeah. I think the adrenaline was holding back the actual pain but now I can definitely feel it”

“Want some painkillers? I saved a few from the other night” Peter walked to his night table and handed MJ some pills with a glass of water. MJ took them and drank the water

“I’m going to change on the bathroom” MJ grabbed some jeans and a shirt from her bag and walked to the bathroom but didn’t lock the door

Peter searched for his bag and took of his suit to change it for some jeans and a hoddie. When he was done he waited for MJ to go out of the bathroom

“I’m ready” MJ offered her hand to Peter and he took it. They walked together to the living room and Morgan threw herself at MJ with a big hug

“You are the best MJ!” Morgan said and everyone laughed a little. It was a big surprise for all of them to see her fighting someone on a leather suit “Can I show you something on my science lab that Uncle Happy and May gave me?” Peter saw MJ accepting Morgan’s offer and he decided not to go with them. Morgan had found a new role model in MJ and he wanted her to take the best out of it.

MJ sat on the floor next to the tree while everyone chatted and asked Peter about what was going to happen to Rhino and Prowler. Morgan sat on MJ’s legs and started showing her different things

“Why are you staring at me?” Peter didn’t notice but he was, in fact, staring at MJ with Morgan. They just fit together. He loved the image, his best friend and little sis bonding always amazed him, but this time it was different. MJ was now his girlfriend and the feeling of seeing them together was too much to handle

“Nothing… you just look really cute right now” Peter managed to say to MJ and she didn’t answer but blushed and a few second later, she kept talking to Morgan while the kid showed her some things from her little science lab

Now Peter could breathe more lightly. All his family and friends were together and save, no secrets between them and the future looked pretty good for all of them

“Hey Pete. Would you like to go out to watch the ocean with me for a little while?” MJ took him out of his mind

“Better if we see it from here, don’t you think? After all Baby, it’s cold outside”

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Notes:

You know this all ended with many unfinished plots (Betty and Ned's wedding, Peter and Miles meeting for the first time, even Morgan and Miles interacting and more Black Cat/Spider-Man working together) and maybe I will do some second part telling how a few of this stories end up. Keep reading what makes you happy and have a lovely New Year :D

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #peter parker mcu #michelle jones #ned leeds #betty brant #may parker #happy hogan #tony stark #pepper pots #pepperony #miles morales

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namea · 5 years

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Goth Rainbowcy Challenge!

I’m sorry guys, I couldn’t resist. So this is my Goth Rainbowcy challenge. I came up with it for shits and giggles but I think it’ll be fun! It’s a 7 gen challenge that plays with different game features and goth subcultures at the same time. You don’t have to be goth to do it (I’m not) and you can play with vanilla, berry, or any sims in between. Hit the read-more to see it! Tag “GothRainbowcy” with your pictures. I’d love to see them!! <333

Goth Rainbowcy rules:

No money cheats

No trait, skill, or gameplay cheats

Occasional motives cheating allowed

Appearance cheats free game

Choose the heir however you want.

Aging should be on.

You can play this berry, banilla, or however you want!! I have a mix in my game so who knows where mine will go! While matching hair/eyes/clothes are encouraged like in most rainbowcy challenges they aren’t mandatory at all!

Gen 1 – Fledgling Goth

If no one wants to try and understand you, you’ll strike out on your own! Build a life for yourself and start a successful dark legacy of awesomeness.

Start as a monochrome black white and grey themed goth teen. Choose any aspiration or traits and any style of gothiness that you want. Start on an empty lot. Choose any 3 of the following items to place on the lot:

Tent

3 small planters

Cheapest BBQ grill

Potty Bush

Easel

Ice chest

woodworking table

Instrument

Cheapest sink

camera

Achieve:

Don’t purchase anything else until you’ve made 500 simoleons.

Have 1 pet. Have the following on the lot:

Cat: Cheapest litter box, Cheapest bowl

Dog: Cheapest bowl, One cheap toy

Don’t get another pet when this one dies

Get a job you slacker! Any job will do. When you’ve made 500 simoleons (in any way) go ahead and choose one extra item from the list to give yourself as a reward. Make sure you have at least 100 simoleons left!

Maintain a B or higher grade in school.

Have at least 1 best friend who isn’t goth.

Have at least 1 other friend who is goth.

Have at least 1 enemy

Have at least 1 friend who is a senior citizen

Attempt (but fail) to get to know Death until you’re a senior yourself, then become friends with Death.

Upon aging into adult get a job in any industry you like and advance to the furthest level.

Upon aging into adult complete your aspiration.

Upon aging into an adult marry and have at least one child with another goth.

Build a house on your lot bit by bit for you and your family to live in. It can be themed gothy or not, up to you.

Gen 2: Red – Gothabilly

Your parents taught you a love of goth culture and fashion…but they never expected that you’d hear the swinging sounds of the 50’s in your heart. It’s time to make your way into the world and show it what you can do!

This sim should have the Serial Romantic aspiration and the following traits: Music Lover, Self Assured, and ONE other trait of your choosing. Upon reaching adulthood they should enter the entertainer career and eventually choose the musician branch.

This generation starts when your sim is a teen. This sim should have a red and black aesthetic with a 50’s twist similar to rockabilly but more goth. Red hair and eyes recommended. To finish out this generation you should do as much of the following as possible before the next generation starts:

Own at least 2 guitars and one microphone.

Have checkered floors in your kitchen.

Win a Karaoke contest at least twice

Have 3 non-goth best friends who introduce them to music as a kid or teen.

Have 1 goth best friend

Win a dance off against someone.

Reach level 10 of the guitar skill and singing skill.

Reach the highest level of the musician career.

Marry a non Gothabilly goth.

Have one child with them.

Eventually break up and marry a non goth.

Have one child with them

Break up and marry another goth. If you don’t have a boy and a girl yet have kids with them until you have at least one boy and one girl. Stay with them or break up as you want.

Have a dog and a cat.

Max relationship with your children and pets. Be friends again with both exes before death.

Finish the aspiration.

Gen 3: Orange – Steampunk

Music never interested you the way it did your parents. You weren’t social or loud, you didn’t care much for the 50’s aesthetic…in fact you worried you weren’t even…goth…until you saw a steam engine in a movie. You were enamored quickly and suddenly it made sense, the cogs and steam of the world. Brass goggles, corsets, clockwork and elegance. This is your scene. Your parents may not understand but they love you anyway.

This generation starts when your founder has died. The sim should have an orange, brown, black, and brass aesthetic or however you wanna do steampunk. Orange hair and eyes recommended. Skin too if ya wanna berrify it.

This sim should have the Nerd Brain aspiration and the following traits: Genius, Loner, and one other trait of your choosing. Upon reaching adulthood you should join the Scientist career.

To finish out this generation you should do as much of the following as possible before the next generation starts:

Reach the top level of the scientist career

Have 2 cats

Reach level 10 of the handiness skill

Reach level 10 of the fishing skill

Own a woodworking table and create at least one of every option.

Catch at least 12 different kinds of fish

Have only one child with a one night stand

Never marry, you’re too busy!

Have a strained relationship with your child

Max relationship with your cats

Have only 1 best friend who is goth but be on good terms with as many of your coworkers as possible.

Earn the marketable trait

Own at least 4 high tier electronics

Fully upgrade at least 5 things in the family home.

Complete the aspiration

Retire after reaching the highest scientist level and concentrate on inventing at home.

Finally fall in love as a senior but don’t marry before death.

Generation 4 – Yellow: Pastel Goth

You never got along with your parent and felt cheated by not having a two parent home. Their aesthetic wasn’t as dark as your grandparents but you still try to distance yourself from it as much as possible. The cute but creepy aesthetic of pastel goth appeals to you in a lot of ways and that’s where you’re going with your life.

This generation starts when the sim is a teen. This sim should have the Super Parent aspiration and the following traits: Childish, Family oriented, And one other trait of your choice! This sim should join the social media career as a trend setter.

To finish out this generation you should do as much of the following as possible before the next gen starts:

Completely re-decorate the family home (except your parent’s room) replacing all black with white and the colours to pastels with some black accents.

Reach the top level of the trend setter career.

Own at least 2 rats in your lifetime.

Max the Parenting, gardening, and floral arranging skills.

Grow a cowplant

Earn a money tree.

Earn the green thumb trait.

Leave the house at night as little as possible.

Have 2 goth best friends

Have 1 pastel goth friend

Have at least 1 non goth friend

Marry your goth high school sweetheart

Have at least 2 kids

Finally get a friendly relationship with your parent after your first child is born.

Max your relationship with your kids but not your spouse.

Make at least 5000 simoleons with things you grow.

Generation 5 – Green: Cybergoth

You were always close with your parents but man that pastel aesthetic bothered you. Looking into old family albums you found pictures of your great grandparents and started learning about the darker sides of goth. Nothing could keep up with the electronic beats in your ears until you found cybergoth. With shiny blacks and neon colours you were home. Gas masks and hoses forever! Just don’t trip over them.

Generation 2 should be dead before this generation starts. This generation starts when your sim reaches teenhood. This sim should have the Computer whiz aspiration and the following traits: Hot headed, Dance Machine, One other trait of your choice. Green hair and eyes are recommended.

To finish out this generation you should do as much of the following as possible before the next generation starts:

Join the programmer career but quit when you get to the career split and join the secret agent career in the oracle branch.

Max the DJ skill

Max the Dancing skill

Get rid of the pastel in at least half of the house

Reach at least level 5 in the programming and Video game skills

Win at least 3 dance offs

Have 1 goth best friend

Meet at least 2 aliens and become friends

Max your relationship with your spouse and kids

Have no pets

Earn the Mentor trait

Die before reaching senior age

Generation 6 – Blue: Victorian Goth

The death of your parent struck you hard…but not just with sadness. You discovered a beauty in the calm darkness of the graveyard. Poetry and art call to you and invite you to feel and experience that sadness until it leaves you feeling refreshed.

Generation 3 and 4 should be dead before this generation starts along with the parent from gen 5. This generation starts as soon as gen 5 parent dies. This sim should have the Renaissance Sim aspiration and the following traits: Gloomy, Art Lover, and one trait of your choice. Blue hair and eyes recommended.

To finish out this generation you should do as much of the following as possible before the next generation starts:

Finish redecorating the house back to its dark roots with a classical flair

Join the artist career and advance to the highest level in the branch of your choice.

Max the art skill

Max the violin skill

Max the logic skill

Max the gardening skill

Grow Roses, Dahlias, Orchids, and wolfsbane..

Graft to create a deathflower, then plant it and grow them.

Grow Roses, Dahlias, Orchids, and wolfsbane as well.

Paint at least 2 masterpieces in every art category.

Don’t go out during the day if possible.

Work from home as much as possible.

Have no close friends

Have a black cat. Keep owning one cat at a time of their family line.

Meet a marry a vampire.

Have one child with them.

Allow them to turn you the day before you become a senior.

Grow a plasma fruit tree

Max your relationship with your child but not your spouse.

Your spouse dies of “mysterious circumstances”.

Final generation – Purple: Modern Vamp Goth

People talk about your family a lot. They’ve always been dark, your parents never came out in the day, and one parent disappeared under mysterious circumstances. They whisper that your other parent did it but you don’t care. You know it’s not true. You love the darkness but you’re a cheerful soul at heart. You grew up knowing something was different about your parents but it’s not until you reach teendom that you learn about your vampiric heritage and what that means. It’s time to embrace eternity.

This is the final gen! Thanks for playing!! This sim should have any of the vampire aspirations and the following traits: Cheerful Good/Evil (your choice) and one other trait of your choice. They should join the writer career and max out the author branch writing the story of their family. Purple hair and eyes recommended. Try to do the following:

Write at least 1 book of each genre

Finish all of the vampire lore books and max the vampire lore skill

Become a master vampire

Turn at least 3 sims and move them in with you

Own a coffin

Have 1 non goth best friend, turn them as well.

Max at least 7 skills

Earn at least 500,000 simoleons

Max the pipe organ skill

Destroy and rebuild the house completely or move to another world.

Thanks for playing!!

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Fated twins

Chapter 6: Bubbler and Bubblerette

Summary: It's Adrienne and Adrien's birthday and their best friends want to make them the best party ever. But monsieur Agreste intercedes and boom! Hawky gains two siblings to akumatize.

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-At Marinette's room-

A phone rings and Marinette lazily wakes up, shutting her phone's alarm off and watching her brother giving the final details to the Agrestes' gifts. He had knit Adrienne's a scarlet wool scarf and crafted a black leather bracelet with yellow, green and purple iron strings. He had to went earlier to bed and woke before the sunrise to get them done, contrary to his sister, who simply stayed awake until 3 am finishing the gifts. She had knit purple dahlias and attached them to an ordinary black iron hairpin to make a flowery hairpin for Adrienne, and for Adrien, she knit a light sky-blue scarf. Marin put his gifts next to Marinette's once he finished. Both pair of gifts are incredible and really impressive, but Mari prides herself for being the best of them when it comes to knitting, while Marin pride himself to be the best jewellery and ornaments crafter of the twins. They wrap the presents with different coloured paper and boxes and then they head downstairs for food. Marinette daydreamt a bit through the breakfast, but Marin remembered her to get ready quickly if she wanted her plan to work.

-At Adrien's room-

Adrien wakes up shutting his alarm off as always, but today is special for the models. It's their birthday and both of them wake smiling knowingly. Adrien sees how his ceiling opens and an extendable pole comes down with his sister firmly grabbed to it. The extendable pole was one of the hidden mechanisms in their rooms, such as the piano hidden under Adrien's floor or the makeup closet hidden in one of Adrienne's walls, and she used the pole to amuse herself mainly.

"Happy birthday brother!!" says Adrienne excited as she pulls a small package from thin air and hands it to her brother. "Happy birthday Adrienne!!" says Adrien equally excited, accepting the gift and handing his sister a different package.

They open their gifts at the same time, revealing Ray-Ban sunglasses. The twins suddenly burst into laugh realizing that, another time, the both of them had thought of giving the other the same present. Adrien's sunglasses were Wayfarers Ray-Ban sunglasses with a black frame and green and blue glasses, while Adrienne's were the classical aviator Ray-Ban sunglasses with a silver frame and the glass had a metallic green colour that faded to metallic turquoise.

"Wow, we surely overdid it this time, we almost got the same colours this time" says Adrienne laughing. "Yeah, if it wasn't for the frame it would almost be pretty similar, though mine really look like something Chat would wear" says Adrien. "Excuse me? Mine totally look like something Kitty would wear. But I did pick yours thinking of Chat, too bad he can't wear them~" replies the girl. "Oh you sly cat" says Adrien, then he tackles Adrienne and tickles her.

After a bit of sibling tickle battling, the models finally begin to get dressed and ready for their day. Once they're fully dressed, they head to the bathroom and brush their teeth. Plagg and Plague float in holding a piece of camembert and brie respectively with a red lace on each of them. they offer their presents to their holders, fully knowing that they would refuse it and they'd win a free morning snack. And so they did.

Once they are finally ready for school, they go downstairs to have breakfast. Their father apparently had acknowledged their birthday and Nathalie had two pastel blue boxes with a yellow lace. She gives the gifts to the teenagers along with Gabriel's denial of permission to hold a party for their thirteenth birthday, which saddened the models as much as the plain fountain pens they got from their father.

-In front of the school-

Adrien gets out of the limo and hurries inside the building quite frustrated towards his father attitude. Adrienne instead, walks slowly towards the school, but notices how everybody is really well-dressed. And then she is greeted by the designers twins, who run to hug her as soon as they see her.

"Happy birthday Adrienne!" say at unison the twins, almost crushing Adrienne with their hug, which ends before she runs out of air (because her crush was hugging her). "Oh, th-thank you so much!" says the model, then she notice the change in the designers outfits. "Why is everybody dressed so nice today?" "You're new here, so you don't know it yet, but the Lahiffe siblings are known to hold the best parties for their closer friends" says Marin. "There's no way they wouldn't throw a super awesome party for you and Adrien" says Marinette. "But our father has forbidden us from throwing a party or attending one" says Adrienne happy and sad at the same time. "Oh no" says Mari, covering her mouth surprised. "How can he?" "Don't worry Mari, we're already kind of used to it" says Adrienne. Marin covers Marinette's mouth before she begins shouting unnecessary comments. "That shouldn't be something you get used to. So have this to cheer you up" says Marin, offering the gift he made for her. Adrienne almost melts at the gesture, but manages to open really excited her gift. Then she falls in love again when sees the scarlet hand-knit wool scarf. "This... This is simply magnificent..." says the model while a small tear falls from her right eye. "I love it so much! Thank you Marin!" says Adrienne, giving him a sudden hug with an intense red blush on her face. "And I made this for you, though you may want to wear it on spring rather than autumn" says Mari, giving her another package. Adrienne opens it really excited and lets a small yelp out of her mouth. "Wow Mari! This is so cute! Aren't these purple dahlias? They're so pretty! I love it so much!" says the girl, hugging Mari excited. "I don't care which season we are on. I'm so going to wear this as soon as I get a mirror". "I'm glad you like it! I wasn't sure what to give you as a present, until Marin and I had a little stupid designing competition and came up with these" says Mari. "No way, you did this? Marin, don't tell me you also knit the scarf" says Adrienne, getting a nod from the Dupain-Cheng twins. " I knew Mari told me you both wanted to be designers, but these are wonderful! I might try to steal you two away to design just for me" says Adrienne. "Girl, you'd end up fed up with our widely known combination of clumsiness and bad luck" says Marin jokingly, who doesn't notice how Adrienne blushes at the thought. "Hey dude! Hey girls!" says Alen as he and Alya come closer, with a change in their outfit as well. "Hi Marin" says quickly Alya. " Hi girls! And happy birthday Adrienne!" says the reporter girl, pulling Adrienne to yet another bone-crushing hug from the reporter twins. "Oxygen, please..." says Adrienne, they release her laughing. "We've got you a little gift. It's not something really special, but we thought it was cute" says Alya, handing her a small box. Adrienne opens the box and sees a fluffy black teddy bear doll for her mobile phone. "It's so cute!!!!!!" "We hope Adrien likes his Ladybug's one. We know he's a real fan of her, but we weren't one hundred per cent sure" explains Alen. "Oh I'm sure he will" says the model. The bell rings. "Well, I guess that's our call. See you later girls"

Alya and Marinette head to their class and the others go to their class as well.

-Adrienne side-

After their morning classes, Marin leaves to finish some designs requests he has and Alen helps Mme. Mendeleiev to carry some documents, leaving Nina and Adrienne alone. Nina gives Adrienne a small package that has chocolates inside, knowing how desperate her friend was to eat something sweet because of the strict Agretste's diet. Adrienne almost leaves her breathless with a bear hug and the girls go outside. Nina points to Marinette and Alya, who were hiding next to the entrance stairs, and they decide to go investigate. It turns out that lovestruck Mari hasn't had the opportunity to give Adrien her gift and she's half panicking because she doesn't know what to do. Alya gives Nina and Adrienne the look™ and they help her encourage Mari.

-Adrien side-

Adrien is a bit worried thinking how his friend Marinette looked more nervous than usual today, but Nino puts a paper bag, as his present, in front of him and all his thoughts disappear. He knows exactly where is that paper bag from and what it may be on the inside. He carefully opens the Dupain-Cheng patisserie-boulangerie bag and gawks at all the delicious croissants there're in front of him. He takes a bite and melts right away in pleasure. Tasting something so good after years of not eating a single sweet or pastry was like had come to his mouth.

"Man, you do know what to gift. This are wonderful" says Adrien, having another bite. "Dude, I knew you hadn't had the pleasure of tasting the best croissants in Paris. You know it's from Mari's place? Her parents are definitely the best bakers in Paris" says Nino. "No way, Mari's the daughter of the Dupain-Cheng... wait, I should have realised that earlier, didn't I?" says awkwardly Adrien. "Probably. Did you know she and Marin designed their now widely known logo? And they also know how to bake like total pros" says Nino. "Wow, I had no idea" says Adrien, hiding his croissants inside his bag.

The boys leave the school and they stop at the front gate. Adrien receives a message with his schedule, reminding him of the photoshoot he has and the depressing morning he had experienced.

"So, about the party, what did your father say?" asks Nino, making a few bubbles with his bubble wand. "He told us we weren't allowed to hold, throw or attend to any party" says Adrien looking down. "Seriously? Has your dad always been such a downer? Or do you think that at least he remembers what it is to be young and want to party?" says Nino. "No, I'm pretty sure he was a downer then too" says Adrien. "Well, at least I tried". "It's your b-day dude" says Nino doing overexaggerated gestures with his head. "Insist"

-At the girls side-

"You can do it! You can do it!" whisper the girls to Mari. "I can do it! I can do it!" whispers Mari, feeling a bit more confident.

-Adrien side-

"You know, I'm going to have a little convo with your pops" says Nino, holding Adrien's shoulder. "Don't waste your time. He's not going to change his mind" says Adrien.

-Girls side-

Mari stands up, but her legs start to shake and she sits again. "I can't do it..." repents the designer. "No you don't girl! You've been stalling all morning. Now is the time!" says Alya and tries to push Mari, but she's holding firmly to anything within reach. "Wait, your father won't let you have a b-day party?" asks Nina. "Yeah, not even a formal one" answers Adrienne. "What a jerk!" says Alya as she manages to finally push the scaredy cat known as Marinette. Mari tries not to fall and ends up kind of running to where Adrien are Nino are, just to fall in front of them. "Uhm... Hi boys" says awkwardly as she stands up. The boys look to each other confused. "Hi" says Adrien awkwardly half confused. "I- Umm..." tries to speak Mari, letting slip a small giggle. " I wanted to ummm... give you a make- I mean I wanted to give you a gift I made- I mean-". "Out of the way" says Chloe pushing Mari. "Happy birthday Adrikins" says before she jumps to hug Adrien and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, umm... Thanks Chlo" says Adrien awkwardly as he pushes Chloe away. "Tell me, did you get the gift I send you?" says innocently Chloé. "Uh... No?" "What?! Oh, those delivery guys. I bet it was too heavy for them and they had to go back and get another guy to help! Oh, those slackers. I'll make sure they'll get it to you by tonight" says Chloe before she leaves. "Come on girl, you can do it, don't be a pushover, literally" says Alya. "Yeah girl, you can do it. You're one of the most amazing people I know" cheers Nina. "Mari, get up, give my brother his gift and maybe even kiss him on the cheek" cheers Adrienne. "Though maybe not on the one Chloe kissed him". After laughing a bit on the last comment, Mari gets up. "I can do it!" A limo arrive and Adrien fist bumps Nino. "Sorry man, I have to go, photoshoot" says the model boy and gets into the car. "Shoot, I forgot that. Sorry girls I've also have to go" says Adrienne leaving. Then she turns to Mari "Mari! You can come by later to give him the gifts or leave them on the mailbox!".

When the limo is gone, Nina goes to meet up with her brother to plan how can they convince Gabriel Agreste to let their friends have a party. Meanwhile, Mari begin to feel down a bit, thinking of when could she possibly go to give her gift to Adrien, not to mention, what would she do, what would she say? And if that wasn't enough pressure, she also had to give Adrien the gift Marin had made, fully knowing what sort of competitive relationship had the boys.

"Why can't I just mean what I say?" says Mari. "You mean why can't you say what you mean?" asks Alya. "Exactly" says Mari. "Well, it looks like we've got some business to care with Adrien and Adrienne's father" says Nina to his brother. "Yeah, we've got to convince that old man to be reasonable" says Nino.

-At the gates of the Agreste's manor-

Marinette is scrapping what she supposes the mailbox is, without being able to open it even a millimetre.

"This mailbox won't budge Alya" says Mari. "Ring the doorbell girl" says Alya. "Are you kidding me? What if Adrien answers?" says Mari, as she panics because Alya has just rang the doorbell. A camera comes out of the wall and looks to Mari. "State your business" says a feminine voice. "Um... I'm one of A-Adrien's classmates and I" says Mari, then she shows the present to the camera. "I have this gifts for him I couldn't gave him at school" says ad gives a big awkward smile. "Put it in the mailbox" says the voice, as the mailbox opens. "Thank you" says Mari and places the gifts in the box, which then closes itself. "I hope he likes it!" "Did you signed the note right?" asks Alya, receiving an astonished look. "Giiiiirl" she facepalms. "Okay, you'll just have to tell him tomorrow".

The girls leave and Nathalie carefully places the packages next to her, making a note to herself that she needed to give the gifts to Adrien. She pulled out of her bag a couple of wrapped boxes that she was going to gift Adrienne for her fourteenth birthday, but suddenly, she was phone-called by Gabriel.

"Who was that Nathalie?" asks the man demanding. "A friend of Adrien's, she was delivering the gifts for his birthday" says politely Nathalie. "Did you remembered to buy him and Adrienne a present for me?" says the man. "Oh- uh... But you didn't ask me to" says Nathalie. "Of course I did!" "Yes! Of course sir. I- I'll take care of it" declares Nathalie. "Good" says Gabriel and hangs the phone. "What am I going to do?" asks desperately Nathalie to herself.

But she lies her gaze to the set of presents left by the girl and the she turns her gazes to her set of presents. Nathalie lets out a resigning sigh and silently apologizes to Marinette, because Adrien was never going to know about her gifts, but he would know of his father's ones. As for Adrienne... The special spa kit and the set of business she had bought for Adrienne would be the ones to pass as Gabriel's presents for the poor girl. The bell rings again and she answers to it immediately. She sees through the camera a boy with a red cap and a blue shirt with a girl next to him.

"Uh... Hi" says Nino.

-Inside the manor-

The Lahiffe siblings stand in the main hall next to Nathalie, Nina playing nervously with her wand-like pencil and Nino awkwardly opening and closing his bubble's soap container. Nathalie gets a message and turns to the siblings.

"M. Agreste will be here in a minute" says Nathalie.

The siblings can't help but to quietly look to what surrounds them, thinking about how cold everything seems.

"Adrien and Adrienne are not home yet" interrupt their thoughts Gabriel, calmly going down the stairs. "Uh. We were coming to see you du- Ah, sir" says Nino nervously. "Me?" asks Gabriel raising an eyebrow. "Yeah that's right sir" says Nina. "Look, we know you don't want Adrienne and Adrien to have a Party, but it's their birthday". "Couldn't you make an exception dud- I mean, sir" says Nino. "It's only once" pleads Nina. "No, that's final" says Gabriel. "But that's messed up! They never screw up in class" says Nino. "They always do whatever you tell them" says Nina. "Yeah. They do photoshoots, fencing, dancing, piano, Chinese-"

The Agreste twins enter the building and see their best friends trying to convince their father. Adrien and Adrienne put a hand on their shoulders, making the siblings notice their arrival.

"Nino, you're here" says Adrien. "Nina, what are you doing here?" says Adrienne. "Anything for our best buds" say the siblings. "Show some awesomeness sir, please" says Nina. The models look at each other and Adrienne put a hand on the siblings shoulders. "Forget it Nino and you too Nina. Everything's fine" says the model girl. "Listen her young man and young lady" says Gabriel with a subtle anger in his tone. "I decide what's best for my children. In fact, I've just decided you are a bad influence for them and you won't be welcomed in my house ever again. Leave now!" "But father! They were just trying to do something cool for us!" say the model twins at unison. "I'm sorry, but they have to leave. Goodbye" says Nathalie, placing herself in front of the teens.

The Lahiffe siblings bite their tongue and turn to leave, but the models twins stop them before they exit the manor.

"Nino wait" says Adrien and stops him by holding his shoulder. "I' sorry man, it's just that our father... He's pretty stubborn" "Nina. I'm sorry that my father has behaved like that. Don't trouble yourselves, it's just best to stay out of his ways" says Adrienne. "Dude! It's not fair Adrien!” says Nino. "Harsh girl. We're cool, unlike that father of yours" says Nina as she and her brother start to leave. "Thanks anyway guys" says Adrienne.

-At the park-

Nino sits down on a bench, looking down and his sister sits next to him, playing with her wand-like pencil while looking annoyed. As they think about how unfair the whole situation for their friends is, the siblings observe how a man refuses to let a young boy play and he pulls the boy out of the park while saying that there's no playing when there are chores to do. At the sight, the siblings grunt and at a mysterious villain lair, a certain butterfly traces a plan.

"Desperate to help their friends but feeling powerless" says Hawk Moth as the window of his lair opens and butterflies awake. "How frustrating, but it won't be long before frustration turns to anger! Fly away and evilize them my little akuma" He takes two butterflies and corrupt them, sending them to cause havoc.

The horrific akumas fly to the park and they slip into Nino's bubble wand and Nina's wand-like pencil. As soon as the butterflies enter the objects, butterfly masks appear in the Lahiffe siblings.

"Hawk Moth is my name and Bubbler and Bubblerette are now yours. I will help you with these horrid adults and all you need to do in return is help me get a pair of magical earrings and a destructive ring" "Yes Hawk Moth" say at unison the siblings.

A dark and slimy aura covers the siblings and they turn into akumas. Bubbler now had blue skin with black circles on his eyes and two black dots on his face. His outfit was mainly a black skinsuit with something like a big red bubble as an armour for his chest, with his signature eye thingy on the middle of it, and back and with also little bubble for his arms and legs in the primal colours. He had on his back his bubble wand and the bubble soap container, but now they are a lot bigger and the bubble wand is a bubble sword more than anything. Thought, the funniest feature on the akuma probably was the red bubble helmet with an antenna on the top. Even thought, Bubblerette was even weirder. She had red skin and a yellow skinsuit, but on top of that she was wearing a dress made of black and blue bubbles, with her signature mouth-like thingy on the centre of her chest. Her weapon was a wand with the side of a baseball bat, with a pencil end on the top hidden by a big golden star.

The now akumatized siblings look one to another and nod after settling some sort of visual communication. Bubblerette begins to draw circles in the air with her wand and purple bubbles begin to appear in the air. At the same time, the Bubbler jumps and flies through Paris, leaving a trail of purple bubbles behind him. As soon as the purple bubbles touched an adult, the adult was captured inside the bubble and the bubble turned green, floating to the atmosphere.

-At the Dupain-Cheng 's living room-

Marin is sitting on the couch while he wraps his latest request on a red gift paper, casually sipping a bit of the green tea his mother gave him before. He finally wraps the last one and adds a little sticker on each request with his sister and him's logo. Then he stretches a bit and opens the main window to have a bit of fresh air. His mother pats him on the back and gives him a proud look. Marin smiles and turns to go deliver the request, but he hears his mother shout and turns to see how a bubble takes her outside the building and begins to ascend, only to see his father ascending as well. He opens his eyes wide open and moves towards the window, but a purple bubble from above dives and enters on the living room. Suddenly, Bubblerette's face appears on the bubble.

"-adults are away now. You may take this as a gift from the Bubbler and the Bubblerette!" says the bubble. "Well, I want a refund!" says Marin and pops the bubble, revealing Bubblerette in front of him. "What!" says as he jumps. "Hey Marin!" says Bubblerette. Marin looks at the mouth-like thingy on the dress. "Nina? Is that you?" "Now's the Bubblerette my fellow Angel". "Nina what the hell?" "It's Bubblerette" "Why are you an akuma and what do you have against my parents?" "Boy, parents are the worst. You know, Agreste father won't let his children have a party? Even after my brother and I asked him in person!" "No way. But they do every stupid thing he says and they're top of each classes!" says the designer showing a clear disapproval. "And don't get me started with their extracurricular activities like dancing, fencing, Chinese, piano... Why are you looking at me like that?" "... I just remembered how awesome you are dude" says Bubblerette with her jaw half dropped. "This doesn't mean that I support either you or your behaviour! You sentinent marble sculpture!" says Marin lightly pissed. "Well, I don't care about that." says Bubblerette. "Now go and put on your best outfit, you're going to a party whether you like it or not". "I have to deliver this requests, so I can't party now" "Did I forgot to mention that you don't because I sent your customers to the ionosphere and you'll be next if you don't go and change right now" threats him the akuma. "After all this years putting off with Cleón I'm pretty much immune to threats so you'll need more than that to convince me" replies Marin deadpanning. "Ugh. You're lucky that I need you and that I have you in high regards" says Bubblerette glaring at him. "Okay, if you come to the party I'll allow you to deliver your requests after the party". "Hmmmm... Fine, but you're going to bring down also my parents or there's no deal" says Marin. "Fine, they are pretty legal, but go change now or I lose it!"

Marin goes to his bedroom, picks his best clothes and changes his outfit (Bubblerette obviously follows him and he has to get changed on the bathroom). Once he has finished, Bubblerette whistles in approval and picks him up in bridal style. Then the akuma carries Marin to the Agreste's manor, landing on the middle of the entrance, where there are a lot of his classmates and some of Marinette's.

-Near the bakery-

Marinette is almost at the bakery when she sees the purple bubbles floating everywhere, capturing all the adults and leaving the children behind. Then she watches utterly horrified how her parents fly out in those bubbles and quickly hides on an alley to transform into her superheroine self. Once she has on her Ladybug suit, she rushes to the bakery but stops to calm the crying younger children and assign some teenagers to take care of them. When she finally arrives at the bakery, Bubblerette jumps out of the window carrying Marin bridal style and Marinette just loses it. She leaps and begins to chase Bubblerette but covers quickly when she sees the akuma entering to the Agreste's mansion and notices another akuma. She tries to figure out who they are and where is their akumas hidden. Suddenly, she realizes that the akumas wear the logos she has seen so many times on Nina and Nino and the answer comes easily after that. The akumas must be in the bubble wand and in the pencil wand, she's certain of that.

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The Florist and the Vampire

Written for Bokuroo Week 2019

Day One: April 1st - Supernatural

AO3

Bokuto peered around a large bloom of dahlias, pretending to water the flowers in the corner of the shop even though his watering can was empty. Also he had accidentally grabbed the broken one that they had been using as decoration at that point but that was neither here nor there. Because it was all a pretense, a ruse so Bokuto to spy on the other two occupants of the flower shop without it being too obvious. It probably was obvious, Akaashi would definitely be shaking his head because of Bokuto’s antics, but he couldn’t help it.

Ushijima Wakatoshi had come to work for Bokuto only a couple days after Bokuto had taken over the small flower shop. Bokuto came from a long line of elemental mages, his affinity leaned more towards air so he had been struggling as a florist until Ushijima came along. Ushijima was a half-blood, the half mortal child born from a god of harvest. The flowers that he touched bloomed longer and brighter, the little shop became basically an overnight sensation. Ushijima was a genius when it came to anything that grew in dirt, but had no idea how to deal with anything else. He was always polite, but his blunt and unemotive way of interacting with people tended to scare others off. Which was mostly fine with Bokuto, he was great with people.

Then came Sawamura Daichi, a tattooed dhampir with a habit of befriending even the most unsocial of creatures. Bokuto had liked Sawamura from the moment Akaashi had introduced him as a new artist at the tattoo studio next to the flower shop. He looked like the embodiment of a good ol’ country boy with his clean shaven face and sensible wardrobe but underneath the cream colored sweaters and dark slacks was full sleeves and a sprawling back tattoo and peaked above the color, hinting at what lay beneath.

Not even the stoic half-god could resist the charismatic pull that was Sawamura Daichi.

Bokuto had promised Akaashi he wouldn’t play matchmaker, it had worked out disastrously the three times he had tried before Shirofuku had stepped in. Bokuto couldn’t help it! He loved love and all he ever wanted was for those around him to be happy. He had been fine leaving Ushijima to his dirt and plants, content with the knowledge that the halfling had no interest in human interaction, let alone anything romantic or sexual.

At least that’s what Bokuto thought until a busy Wednesday evening pulled Ushijima from the backroom to help Bokuto with a surprising number of customers. Sawamura had just begun to work at the tattoo parlor and had come into surprise the nocturnal employees with an array of flowers that they could not see in the daylight for fear of severe burns. Dark Ink was run by vampires after all. Sawamura was a dhampir, able to walk in the sunlight without fear but his schedule had been flipped, which made him miss the daylight almost as much as his blood sucking co-workers.

Bokuto had been suggesting an array of flowers for a girl who wanted to apologize to her girlfriend for adopting a fifth cat when suddenly the already heavy aroma of the shop had become even sweeter, the buds turning as if sensing the sun. Bokuto had turned in the same direction as those flowers, surprised to see Ushijima smiling, bright and uninhibited, to Sawamura.

Sawamura came every Wednesday evening, right before close, to get a new bouquet of flowers. Ushijima spent the majority of the day carefully choosing flowers, large fingers touching each petal and making every single one the most stunning of its kind. Bokuto had visited the studio, they had more flowers than they knew what to do with and Akaashi had admitted that most of them ended up taking them home now. Enjoying a little piece of the life they had given up when they were turned into vampires.

“Are you alright?” Ushijima asked, his deep voice filling the shop. Bokuto leaned around some flowers to try and get a better look at what happened.

“Yes, sorry I have a new piece and I hit it against the counter.” Bokuto came running around the aisle, nearly skidding right into Sawamura into his haste to see the new piece. Sawamura snickered at Bokuto’s clear interest but still raised the hem of his sweater, revealing his left side with clear wrap and black tape around the edges. “The new artist did it last night.”

“The one Akaashi calls pain in the ass?” Bokuto asked with even more interest. Tattooing a mundane person came with its own complications but Dark Ink specialized in tattooing the more magical community. Sawamura peeled back the tape to show a mostly healed piece that spanned the entire length of Sawamura’s left side. It was done in a traditional style and it was a thing of beauty.

“His name is Kuroo Tetsurou, though pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo isn’t too far off.” Sawamura said, putting the tape back into place before dropping his sweater. Ushijima’s eyes lingered on the now-hidden tattoo for a long moment before going back to arranging the colorful bouquet. “He was around to learn irezumi when it was first done.” Bokuto wasn’t too good with history but he thought the traditional Japanese style was most likely a couple hundred years old. That wasn’t too surprising when it came to vampires.

“That’s awesome!” Bokuto crowed excitedly before drooping across the counter in rejection. “Why hasn’t Akaashi introduced me to him yet?” Bokuto had been trying to decide on a tattoo for years now but nothing had felt quite right. Akaashi’s own Neo-Traditional style was as beautiful as the vampire himself, the Blackwork Sawamrua specialized in was always clean and striking, Yamaka Mika’s Watercolor work could be a painting but it was not what Bokuto wanted as his first tattoo.

“Probably because that meeting would be-” Sawamura searched for the word, looking over to share a small smile with Ushijima who probably looked unmoved to anyone who didn’t know him but Bokuto saw his features soften. “Troublesome.”

“What? I get along with everyone!” Bokuto tried to defend himself.

“He does.” Ushijima agreed, adjusting flowers that did not need to be touched just to delay Sawamura’s leaving but another half minute.

“I think that’s what Akaashi fears.” Sawamura grinned, a quick flash of something mischievous that was gone in a blink. “You should stop by tonight, he’ll most likely be happy to let you go through his portfolio.” Sawamura took the flowers from Ushijima, fingers grazing the taller mans. He said his goodbyes, a warm smile meant just for Ushijima before he turned and walked out of the store. Outside the sun was dipping below the horizon, the nocturnal creatures would just be waking up.

“Bokuto.” Ushijima started, uncharastically hesitant as he ran his thumb over his pointer finger, right where Sawamura had touched him. “Do you think there is something between this Kuroo and Sawamura?” Bokuto’s first instinct was to deny it but sometimes he missed things so he bit back that response.

“Why would you say that big guy?” Bokuto asked, placing the broken watering can up on the counter as they both moved around the store to get ready to close it up for the night.

“He has only been working there a week, correct? But Sawmaura has already let him tattoo him.” Ushijima’s brows furrowed, the white jasmine next to him curled inwards. “I was under the impression that Sawamura did not like most vampires.” Vampires had a tendency to kill dhampirs, it was an ancient, unfounded hatred but many vampires were from older generations. Ushijima did have a point, Sawamura wouldn’t let just anyone tattoo him. Especially something as intensive as an entire side piece.

“How about this, I’ll ask him about it when I meet him?” Bokuto offered, gently prodding the dying jasmine. Ushijima brushed Bokuto’s fingers away, not unkindly, and brought the poor flowers back to life. “But to be honest, as beautiful as our flowers are Sawamura isn’t coming in weekly for them alone and he doesn’t strike me as the type of person who flirts with everyone.” Sawamura was kind of an awful flirt to be blunt, but it worked out well considering Ushijima had absolutely no concept of flirting.

“Thank you Bokuto, I am counting on you.” Ushijima clasped Bokuto’s shoulder, tone as serious as if he was sending Bokuto off on the most important mission that might save the country from collapse. Bokuto, being the rational adult person he was ate that shit up and positively vibrated with confidence.

“Leave everything to me!” Bokuto then started to shoo Ushijima out of the store. “I’ll lock up, you have that dinner meeting Tendou’s new boyfriend don’t you? I still say he’s imaginary.”

“Tendou says he is very handsome, stylish, and intelligent.” Ushijima stated as if that didn’t cement the fact that Tendou might have made up a boyfriend. What respectable forest fae would go out with a trickster like Tendou? And what kind of name was Matsukawa Issei anyways? A fake one, Bokuto was sure of it.

“If Tendou has a hot cool boyfriend then I have mini dragons as pets.” Bokuto managed to get Ushijima out the door with too much fuss but Ushijima turned to face Bokuto in all seriousness.

“I would like to meet these mini dragons.” Ushijima said. “Please.”

“Sure thing buddy.” Bokuto would have to go over sarcasm and joking with Ushijima again tomorrow. They were two concepts that kept seeming to go over Ushijima’s head, apparently flowers and plants did not have any concept of jokes.

By the time Bokuto had finished cleaning, only getting distracted a total of three times which he was sure Akaashi would be proud of him for, it was fully dark outside. The only illumination coming from the tall street lamps and the handful of businesses with their big front windows facing the street. Bokuto hummed as he excitedly made his way to the tattoo parlor. The windows were black, one-way mirrors. No sunlight could filter in during the day and only the occupants in the store could see out into the street.

Despite being operated and filled with vampire, plus one dhampir, employees the inside was brightly illuminated, modernly decorated, and welcoming. There were framed pictures of the artists favorite pieces they had either drawn or tattooed over the years, certificates and awards along with the flowers that filled every available empty space.

“Hello Bokuto.” Akaashi’s smooth voice greeted Bokuto as the door closed behind him. Bokuto gave a whoop of happiness, enveloping the slightly smaller man in a tight hug. Akaashi always always felt cool against Bokuto, vampires temperatures tended to be lower and Bokuto had always run a bit warm.

“Akaash’ it’s been so long!” Bokuto set Akaashi back onto his feet, shifting around the other man to try and figure out where his old friend had been. Akaashi often disappeared for a couple days and came back in a better mood, smiles a bit softer and hard edges smoothed out.

“It has only been five days.” Akaashi stated but he was smiling too. Bokuto didn’t mind Akaashi keeping secrets, he knew when Akaashi was ready he would tell Bokuto what he always got up to. Bokuto hoped Akaashi had a secret lover, or many secret lovers. An entire harem perhaps, Akaashi deserved all the love in the world after all.

“Almost an entire week!” Bokuto defended.

“A drone ant would think that was a long time.” Another voice spoke up and Bokuto spun around, not noticing the other occupant in the front room in his happiness to see Akaashi. “Their lifespan is only 3 weeks.” The man said, explaining to the two blank looks he was getting.

Bokuto knew technically hearts couldn’t flip and if his did it would be a medical problem, but it didn’t stop the fact that his heart felt like it flipped in his chest and landed at the strangers feet. He was tall, though probably not that much taller than Bokuto but lean with muscle that made him appear longer. His hair was inky black and incredibly messy, the type that could either be terrible bedhead or something the man worked forty minutes on every day. He was pale, dressed like what Bokuto thought an English professor would look like even though he had never attended a day of college classes in his life. Tight dark wash jeans, brown leathers shoes, a dark gray button up with a black vest over it stretched across surprisingly broad shoulders. He had a tattoo on his neck, a splash of color that disappeared beneath the stiff collar and the hint of another piece that stretched out over his right hand before dipping beneath the long sleeves.

“Bokuto, please stop.” Akaashi’s soft voice asked and it was then that Bokuto realized he had summoned the wind in the enclosed space of the parlor. Pieces of paper, various writing utensils, and a couple mugs floated around but mostly flowers twirled in the magicked wind.

“Oh.” Bokuto resisted the urge to drop everything and set it harmlessly down, watched as disconnected petals floated down around the stranger. “Hello I’m Bokuto and you’re beautiful!” Bokuto introduced himself, catching the strangers eye as petals decorated his dark hair.

“Bokuto.” Akaashi sighed.

“I mean you’re art, what you do is beautiful, because you’re Kuroo right? Sawamura showed me the side piece you did for him!” Bokuto rushed over to hold out a hand. “How did you know drone ants only live three weeks? That’s a really short time but to an ant it’s their whole life!” Kuroo’s hand was cool in Bokuto’s own, his fingers were long and he got a closer look at the piece on his hand. The style was familiar.

“Only Bokuto would like Kuroo’s nerdy flirting.” Sawamura’s deep voice said from somewhere behind Bokuto.

“Do you want to see what we can accomplish in three weeks?” Kuroo’s smirk was a bit provocative but mostly Bokuto liked the stretch of it, the way it curled slightly higher on his left side than his right. Sawamura boo’ed Kuroo from behind them and Akaashi pulled Bokuto away, slapping Kuroo’s hand in the process.

“No, I am not letting you near Bokuto.” Akaashi stated firmly.

“Challenge accepted.” Kuroo said back instantly.

“No challenge was issued.” Akaashi frowned, putting a hand up so Kuroo couldn’t step any closer. Bokuto grinned at Kuroo above Akaashi’s head.

“Would you like to tattoo me?” Bokuto asked. There were still petals in Kuroo’s hair.

“Bokuto no.” Akaashi whispered, horrified.

#bokuroo week #bokuroo week 2019 #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #Ushijima Wakatoshi #sawamura daichi #akaashi keiji #This is the third year I've done this!#and I almost missed it!!#and yeah ushidai #honestly can I even write a story without Sawamura Daichi in it?#probably but like what joy would that bring to me?

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strangebedfellows-blog · 5 years

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IMAGINE YOUR MUSE AS A DEITY. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.

SIDON

deity of — sibling ties, running water, responsibility for others, self-belief / doubt, met challenges, accepting loss, optimism

associated with — calm pools and rapids alike, moonlight, seats of power, entryways, bridges, spears

sacred plants — seaweed, aloe, agrimony, borage, lotus, mullein, oak leaves, bullrush, ivy

sacred stones / gems — amber, malachite, lapis lazuli, prehnite

sacred animals — pelicans, lobsters, kingfishers, starfish, dogs, seals, dragonflies

colors — silver, cardinal red, soft and deep blues, turbulent foamy whites, ambery gold

foods — fish / sushi, raspberries, grapefruit, apricot, kale, seaweed

scents — petrichor, cinnamon and clove, polish, salt, pine needles

accepted offerings — fish bones, the removal of unnatural debris, cleaning whatever place of worship one frequents or possesses, tea leaves, berries, music, interesting shells

accepted ways to honour — keep your environment clean - particularly water, respecting and looking after your family, caring for your community, dedicating practice to him, dedicating one more try to him, always acting on a second wind should you get one, remaining open and encouraging to whoever may need it, overcoming fear

( And the rest of the crew under the cut - sans Miph.a - too close to Sidon’s to write out fully again - and my farmer girls, who I’ll edit in later. )

ZANT

deity of — consuming devotion, patience, diligence, perhaps short-sighted success in business, revival, history, vengeance, wrath, loyalty and disloyalty alike, emotional outbursts, stoicism

associated with — the workspace, tables ( for the interpersonal bridges they are; the negotiations and meals and debates held and settled over them ), libraries, catacombs

sacred plants — begonia, balsamine, poppies, rosemary, red dahlia, hollyhock

sacred stones / gems — rainbow obsidian, turquoise, sapphire,

sacred animals — chameleons, crocodiles, newts, frogs, gnats

colors — midtone blues, royal and mystical purples, gold so bright it’s nearly white, turquoise, jet black, stone gray, greens vivid almost to the point of seeming unnatural

foods — limes, apples, elderberries, poultry, strong aromatic teas, sharp cheddar

scents — aforementioned aromatic teas, aged incenses, dusty books, orchids

accepted offerings — anything stolen from an enemy, blood, history-related literature, handmade food or items crafted using techniques or recipes obsolete or archaic

accepted ways to honour — learn to wait however long it may take for the opportune moment to strike, pour yourself into your work, take interest in your ancestors and their struggles, aspire for more beyond your current means, bask in whatever victory your earn

SKULL KID

deity of — youth, trickery, mischief, irreverence, abandon, friendship among peers, loneliness, stasis, woodwind music, products of nature

associated with — forests, streams, the road less traveled, old stumps, overturned trees, the moon, disguises, struggles of identity, abandonment ( particularly as it applies to former friends, or children )

sacred plants — white lilac, amaranth, magnolia, love lies bleeding, arborvitae, mint, bells of ireland

sacred stones / gems — agate, opal, peridot

sacred animals — cats, dogs, ladybugs, koalas, raccoons, porcupines, parrots

colors — earthy browns, mossy greens, lively orange, soft white

foods — sweets - things sugary and insubstantial, cotton candy, berries, wild fruit, edible flowers, nuts, popcorn, soup intended for someone ill

scents — clean forest air, evergreens, damp earth, spices, gunpowder, cheap latex, warm hay, dust, wildflowers

accepted offerings — toys, firecrackers, whistles, anything made of natural materials, candy / baked goods, your conversation

accepted ways to honour — give loners a chance, savor your youthful vigor while you can but eventually grow out of it with peace, retain some childishness into adulthood however, give second chances, refuse to give in to your own despair, laugh at everything

VAATI

deity of — drastic personal change, ascension, loss of identity, warped but unconditional admiration, revels, entitlement, one-sided marriages, refusing one’s fate ( though often with tragic consequences ), impersonation

associated with — belligerent winds, billowing clothes, arcane knowledge, swordsmanship, magic perhaps stronger than its user can reliably handle, complete personal reinvention

sacred plants — lobelia, narcissus, jonquil, angrec, plum blossom, rainflower, bird’s foot trefoil

sacred stones / gems — amethyst, goldstone, tourmaline, onyx

sacred animals — viceroys, mockingbirds, field mice, peacocks, fireflies, bats

colors — royal purple, gold, ruby red, black

foods — peaches, fruity wines, oats, decadent cakes, beef, milk, honey, cream, dark chocolate

scents — ozone, freshly cut grass, ink, spices, ylang-ylang,

accepted offerings — small confections, coins, fine fabric, physical remnants of something used to cast spells, rainwater, wine, hand-picked weeds

accepted ways to honour — practice magic, dive headlong into things, invest shamelessly in yourself, take interest in the harsh truths others might not like to acknowledge, shed yourself like a second skin if and when you feel prepared to step away from it; try not to look back, cultivate an aura of power and learn to back it up

GHIRAHIM

deity of — subordination, sublimation, newfound autonomy, dedication to one’s master, outsiders, linear time, a definitive end

associated with — metalwork and swordsmanship, service ( typically with negative connotations ), those suddenly finding themselves alone on an intimidating mission, self-taught knowledge, social maladjustment

sacred plants — none.

sacred stones / gems — diamond, ruby, obsidian

sacred animals — none.

colors — gunmetal silver, glaring white, black, crimson, gold

foods — none.

scents — blood-copper, sulfur, hot metal, cool forest air

accepted offerings — blood, pocketknives, gemstones, arcane texts

accepted ways to honour — serve your master / superior and do so loyally and with joy, indulge your eccentricities, freely vent your anger on your enemies, take pity on smaller creatures when the thought strikes your fancy - but make no habit of it, mind your station always and know that while you are above many you are yet a pawn

#ARISTOCRATIC AND OPEN HEARTED ( sidon : musings )#NOR THE FAINTEST BLOOM OF DESIRE ( zant : musings )#THEN JUST TRY TO STOP IT ( skull kid : musings )#WICKEDNESS IN THE HEARTS OF MAN ( vaati : musings )#A STRONG APPETITE FOR BLOODSHED ( ghirahim : musings )#i n h a l e s.#I remain unjoking...........give me deity aus #I really Will edit the farmgirls in so help me god #I will have Things today damn it #love my messes they're trying

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ninasnon-sense · 7 years

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The Beast and the Botanist, Part 1

The castle was a huge gothic monstrosity. It sprawled across the grounds, seemingly endless. Its spires numbered in the dozens and lanced up into the heavens, sharp and severe. The stone blackened as if charred, the gargoyles lurking like beasts upon the roof. It was a blatant show of power. A declaration of wealth and strength.

It should have been garish. Instead Dahlia found herself oddly charmed. It was a peculiar place, but something about it was rather homely. Perhaps the way the place blended seamlessly into the night, the embrace of darkness a comforting thing rather than anything to be feared. So, suitcase in hand, Dahlia took the steps and strode to the front door. Another over the top and huge thing that could not possibly be practical. Though there was a smaller door cut into the enormous one. A door that was actually usable, though still a little oversized.

Time to make sure she made a good impression. She knew from experience that people this wealthy could be flighty and inconsistent. Her credentials might be impressive but that was no guarantee that some rich idiot wouldn’t take one look at her and decide that an out of place hair meant she was an ill suited tutor for their snot nosed brat.

Carefully, she placed her suitcase on the ground, thankful that it had been raining through the day. With gloved hands, she pushed back the hood of her deep green cloak, not wanting it to get in the way of her face for her first meeting with her new employer. Nimble fingers quickly skimmed over her hair, making sure it was at least mostly in place before pushing her thin rimmed glasses up her nose. She pulled herself up to her incredibly tall height of five foot two (plus modest heels), took a deep breath and stuck her nose in the air as she knocked.

Whatever the brat was like, they couldn’t be any worse than the Monroe girl.

The door opened with a loud groan and Dahlia seriously considered raising her standards and turning right around then and there. An urge that was not exactly rendered moot when she saw the dark empty void beyond the door.

Buck up Dahlia. The money was too good to be scared off by something so silly as a door that opened on its own. Enough to fund her research for years to come.

Squinting into the darkness, she bent down to pick up her suitcase again and took her first step over the threshold of the castle. Slowly, her eyes began to adjust, picking out the vague shapes of the foyer. The sweeping staircase, the skeleton of a chandelier, the opening of a hallway or two.

“Hello,” she called out, trying in vain to spot some form in the darkness and succeeding only in spotting a single open door with a soft amber glow spilling out onto the floor of the foyer. It was almost inviting, but the eerie silence that followed the final echo of her greeting was a stubborn reaching thing that seemed to be trying to get down to her very bones.

“Well, in for a penny, right Old Girl?” she murmured to herself. Eyes on the prize, she began to stride forward, the click of her heals on the marble floor rattling around the huge empty hall. The temptation to run into the lights embrace was strong, but it was also stupid. She had no idea what lay in that soft glow and running through the darkness to get there could do as little harm as making her look a fool and as much as getting her killed.

She had mentioned in her acceptance letter that plenty of people knew that she was coming here, hadn’t she? She must have. It would have been utterly stupid not to.

Stepping into the light felt somehow like stepping onto a battle field. The warmth of it at odds with cold exposure it caused. Still, she kept her nose in the air and her stride proud as she entered the room.

It was ill lit by a fire in the hearth. The far corners of the room still lingered in heavy flickering shadow while the two large armchairs were well lit and separated by a dark bearskin rug. It was a peculiar room. Oddly savage even in its opulence. Caught somewhere between an office space and a parlour but with the trappings of an isolated hunting lodge. A impressive set on antlers took up most of the wall above the fire and furs scattered the room where tapestries and paintings should hang.

“Hello?”

“Mistress Bloomsdale,” replied a deep near growl of a voice from the thick shadows in the rooms’ far corner. “I’m glad you could attend.” Another step closer and Dahlia tried to squint into the darkness without being too obvious about it.

“Well, it was a very polite invitation Mister Leroux,” she admitted. Was it too late to run? More than likely. What had she gotten herself into?

“Please, make yourself comfortable. This is likely to be a long conversation.” She allowed herself only the briefest moment of hesitation, feeling foolish for even that. Then she made her way to the closest empty chair and placed down her suitcase once more. With sure fingers that were desperate to rebel into a tremble, she unclasped her cloak and draped it over the suitcase before carefully perching on the edge of the chair. Her corset didn’t allow her to slouch and her nerves didn’t allow her to fully settle in. A conversation with a shadow wasn’t exactly a calming activity.

“Thank you Mister Leroux. And yes, I agree. This conversation is likely to be somewhat lengthy. I do like to make sure that these arrangements are clear so there can be no misunderstands,” she replied once she was as settled as she was willing to get and began to take her gloves off to drop them on top of her cloak. “For instance, I am extremely rigid in the timescale I am willing to work to. My other job simply won’t allow me to change that.” There was a slight pause, then a shift from deep within the shadow.

“And what job is that?” came the rumbling reply, curious but also a little put out.

“I’m a lecturer. So I need to be back at my university in time to teach the students there.”

“So you’ll be here when precisely?”

“A month over winter, a month in spring and effectively the entirety of the summer. Almost half the year and the work I leave behind should be more than enough to maintain and sharpen the pupil’s skill in my absence. I have the dates noted down somewhere.

“Is my pupil a boy or a girl?” she asked, shifting a little to get more comfortable now she was hitting her stride.

“Male,” was the deep yet hesitant reply. “Well, mostly male.” And that sounded like a delicate subject that she was absolutely not going to touch.

“And their skill level?”

“Assume you’re working with a blank slate.” Dahlia pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at the shadow. In her experience there was rarely such a thing as a blank slate. Did this man think their son was an idiot?

“Right. Their behaviour then. The posting made it sound as though there would be some difficulties in this regard.” An awkward clearing of a throat met her question, the sound deep and sonorous, bordering on a growl.

“They’re easily frustrated,” Leroux began. “And they don’t sit still very well. And they’re, well, they’re not very bright.”

Anger stiffened Dahlia’s spine. If the child was difficult to teach, that was one thing, but their parents should be the last ones to simply assume they were incapable.

“Is that your assessment or another tutors?” she asked, wanting to know who she needed to punch in the face.

“Many people have commented on it,” they replied sadly. It was an effort not to grind her teeth in irritation.

“I take it the boy is already in bed,” she commented. “So I won’t be able to meet them until the morning.”

“They aren’t a child,” Eroux admitted, at least having the decency to sound ashamed.

“What?”

“I apologise for putting some misleading information in the post, but I have been trying to secure a tutor willing to teach an adult for over a year and haven’t heard from anyone.”

It took all of her composure to remain where she was. Every fibre of her wanted to drag whoever it was out of the shadow and deck them. Instead, she took a deep, calming breath.

“Is there anything else I ought to know before I formally accept this position?” she asked through not quite gritted teeth. Another awkward shuffle came from the shadow.

“I’m your student,” they admitted, their voice as small and meek as a near animal growl could be.

The stuck like a punch to the stomach and Dahlia stared with her mouth hanging open. The harsh words, the assumption of stupidity, they were suddenly cast in a much harsher and more revealing light. Anger was flushed out to be replaced by something dangerously close to pity.

“I can’t teach a shadow,” she told him, gentle and soft. “Please, come into the light.” A long pause met her request. The silence was oppressive and stretched on and on. Long enough that she thought her student had fled through some secret passage. Then a heavy sigh broke it.

“As you wish.”

Dahlia’s slight squint quickly morphed into eyes wide with shock. Her gaze had settled about where she would expect the face of an average man to be, but it quickly flicked at least a foot further up.

There was nothing human about the beast that stepped out of the shadow.

Fur was the first thing she saw. Grey like the coat of a wolf. Twisted black horns sprouted from between his not quite wolf like ears, curving around to point forwards like those of a bull. Amber eyes glinted in the flickering light from the hearth, his gaze unsure and perhaps even a little scared. He had a short muzzle with a slight over bite to allow for the small sabre teeth that protruded down.

Hugs paws nervously fidgeted together, making him seem much smaller than his huge and bulky frame. A shaggy tail twisted and flicked like an agitated cats as he stood on animalistic hind legs.

For a seven foot tall beast, he cut a timid and well dressed figure. Trousers that cut off at his knee, a poet’s shirt left open at his fluffy throat and an expensive looking embroidered waist coat.

He was a mess of contradictions. A beast in the trappings of finery with the mannerisms of a nervous boy. It made for an oddly adorable sight and Dahlia rose from her seat, brushing off her deep green skirt before standing up straight to fully take in the creature she was looking at.

Her stride was confident and sure as she walked towards him. Leroux cringed ass she approached, his own eyes going wide with fear before he took a deep breath of his own and rose to his full height as she came to a stop in front of him.

“Well Mister Leroux,” she said, holding her hand out to him. “I accept the position.” He stared down to her, eyes wide in shock. Then his stiff postured melted and he took her hand in his paw, bending down to brush a kiss against the back of her hand, one of his sabres brushing against her skin as he did.

“Thank you Mistress Bloomsdale,” he purred with a low rumble. “I look forward to our first lesson.”

#beauty and the beast #retelling #reimagineing #the beast and the botanist #original fiction #gender queer character #genderqueer character #fantasy #fairy tale #dapper monster being intimidated by a gorgeous intelligent woman #origific #eventual polyamory #probably smut #fantasy romance

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