#and evie dancing on heels

[regrettablemeasure]

i love that dark urge was basically a cult leader bc you see in their little intro how eloquent and poetic they are. so it made sense they were enrapturing to a bunch of bhaalists. i like to think evie when shes in Silly Murder Mode and back then had Love Witch energy:

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.6

My mother taught me that sometimes it rains. Sometimes it pours, and you’re soaked through and miserable and it feels like it may never stop. But no matter how heavily the rain falls, no matter how drenched you get, you are not the rain.

Some day you will be dry again.

Things have been easier since I blocked Paul, the pain slowly fading to a dull ache, barely noticeable as long as I don’t dig too deep. I try to keep myself distracted, reading Lucky Girl for what must be the fifth time. It’s my comfort read, Evie reminds me a little of myself. I think we could have been friends, hanging out and agreeing that being in love is the absolute worst, actually, while we yearn for our respective idiots.

The memory of Paul is not the only thing I’m trying to escape. With all my channels inactive, even the haters have gone quiet and my views are dropping every week. I’ve toyed with the idea of simply abandoning everything and starting a new brand, but I don’t want to rebuild my follower count from scratch. I don’t have time for it. My bills are starting to pile up, and while I can still pay them for now, it won’t be long before I have to either crawl back to mom and dad and ask for help, or get one of those real jobs people keep talking about. I’m not even sure which option I would hate the most, so I hide in my book for now.

A sharp knock on the door jerks me away from Evie admiring Jude in an art gallery and back to reality.

I hesitate for a moment. I have no idea who it could be, and I don’t want to see anyone, especially not some smarmy salesperson – or worse, my landlord. With a sigh, I put my book face down on the armrest and shuffle to the door.

Miranda is leaning casually against the doorway, her high heels making her look almost as tall as Samara. At their feet, a couple of large shopping bags are threatening to fall over and spill their contents on my doormat.

“See, Samara? I told you she was still alive.”

“So you did. Then I sure hope she has a very good excuse for refusing to see her best friends for almost two months!“

I feel my cheeks get hot. “Uh, hi. I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ve just had a rough time since, you know. But I promise to call you, maybe we can make plans soon?”

“No need, we’re here now, so you won’t have to worry about that.” Samara’s smile is cheerful, but her tone is resolute. Even so, I try to object.

“Seriously, it’s not a good time, I haven’t even showered for like three days, and the place is a mess.”

“Girl, since when do we care about mess? We’re here because we love you – stinky or not.” She wrinkles her nose, making the freckles on her face dance.

“What is this, some sort of intervention?”

Miranda smirks. “Pretty much. Sorry, but someone’s gotta save you from yourself, and we’re not letting you waste any more time moping over a man who didn’t deserve you. We’ve got snacks and a box of rosé with your name on it, so you might as well get out of the way.”

“Fiiine, but no judging the absolute state of the place.” I roll my eyes and invite them in with a dramatic flourish of my arm, but I can’t help but smile. Samara bounces through the door despite the heavy shopping bags, and Miranda goes straight for my laptop.

“What’s your login?”

“It’s just my birthday, and before you come for me, yes, I know that’s bad.”

Miranda shakes her head as the laptop plays a jaunty tune and lets her in.

“You’ll get the full security lecture another day, right now it’s time to declare inbox bankruptcy. We’re getting rid of all this bullshit so you can get back to business.”

“Miranda, there are literally thousands of messages. It’ll take days to go through, maybe weeks.”

She doesn’t even look up, her perfectly manicured fingers a blur over the keyboard.

“Give me an hour. I’m going to delete anything that contains profanity, and then I’ll sort the rest into folders, so don’t worry, you won’t be losing anything permanently. But I’m going to mark everything as read and archive it so you can get a fresh start. If anyone wants something important from you, they’ll reach out again, trust me.”

I stop myself from protesting further. Miranda knows what she’s doing, and it really would be a relief not to worry about everything.

Behind me, Samara has stopped unpacking the groceries.

“Just let Miranda work her magic and get your smelly butt into a bath. And make it a nice one, soak for a bit and pretend you’re a mermaid or something. We’ll get everything set up in here while you scrub off the sadness.”

I feel a slight pang of embarrassment as I walk into the bathroom. The sunlight is creating little islands of warmth on the black tiles, but it also mercilessly illuminates the limescale in the shower and a couple of cotton swabs that missed the bin. The sink is decorated with a few dried clumps of toothpaste, each of them outlined in red from last time I dyed my hair.

How did I let it get this bad?

I turn on the taps and leave them running while I undress. Then, I lower myself awkwardly into the tub and let the water cascade through my fingers. It would be nice if it was this easy, washing away the sadness and frustration, the longing and the hurt.

The gentle sound of flowing water is mesmerising, and before I know it, the tub is full. I add a small handful of bath salts and swirl it around. A soothing scent of lavender rises with the steam.

When I lie down, the hot water envelops me like a hug. It feels like it’s thawing something in me that I didn’t even know was frozen. I close my eyes and listen to Samara and Miranda laughing about something. It’s almost like being home and hearing my parents talk softly in the other room. It always made me feel safe. Less alone.

As the water begins to cool, I scrub down, slowly, methodically, running soapy hands along every inch of my body. It feels good, like I’m massaging life back into my limbs. Tonight will be fun, I decide. We’re going to stuff our faces with junk food, get absolutely smashed on cheap wine, and pretend that my heart was never broken by some has-been actor from Tartosa.

I watch as the tub empties, imagining that all my sadness is flowing down the drain with the water and the tiny undissolved purple specks from the bath salt. Finally, I move to the shower to wash my hair and rinse off.

When I get out, I stop and examine myself in the mirror. I look a little tired and worn, like I’ve been sick. In a way, I guess I have. But the black tiles are radiating warmth under my feet and there are birds singing outside my window and I’m beginning to feel like everything is going to be fine.

Samara’s blue face glitters in the candlelight. The packaging from the masks we’ve applied is littered with adjectives like “rejuvenating” and “revitalising”, bold statements, but they do actually feel pretty good.

“Sorry, Julia, I know you love this crap, but I just can’t get over the cake tongue. Who decided cake would be the best bait for people? Are we really that obsessed with desserts?”

I look over my nails one last time and put down the file. “I’m actually more disturbed by the whole chin udder situation. I mean, who came up with that?”

Samara makes a disgusted face, but she’s not ready to change the subject. “Seriously though, even if you were absolutely starving and cake was your favourite thing in the whole world, would you really approach a plant shaped like a giant cow head with huge teeth? Really? And then try to grab what is obviously its tongue?”

Miranda giggles tipsily. “No, but can we talk about how Ned’s relationship with the cow plant is super toxic, though? I mean, it always starts out slow, right? Oh, so it eats meat, little bit of a red flag there, but it’s probably fine. And before you know it, you find yourself luring your neighbours to their deaths just to keep it happy.”

“Yeah, it’s classic, the way he keeps making excuses for her? She didn’t mean it, she’s just misunderstood! She only bites me because she loves me! I’m like, Ned, your girlfriend is eating people, you need professional help.”

Samara laughs. “I guess some men would literally rather feed their neighbours to a plant than go to therapy.”

My phone vibrates on the armrest behind me.

“Sorry, it’s Marten again, I better let him know I’ve got company. He’s been super busy with his exams so we haven’t had much time to play lately.”

Miranda raises an eyebrow.

“And he’s still fine just being your friend, is he?”

“Why wouldn’t he be? I mean, he was fine being my friend even though I was dating Paul. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in person since GeekCon, it’s been almost a year…”

I stop. Almost a year since I met Paul. It feels like a lifetime ago. I wonder what would have happened if I’d cosplayed as someone else, or if Paul hadn’t been there that day. Maybe I could have been dating Marten instead of having my heart trampled by some fickle celebrity. Nice, normal Marten with his mousy hair and his robot facts. I smile.

“Anyway, there’s nothing between me and Marten. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

Miranda sends me a mischievous grin. “That reminds me, you know that hot bartender from The Rooftop? Super flirty, cheekbones that could cut glass?”

“The one who gave us free refills on Samara’s birthday? Shane or something?”

“Yeah, him! He asked about you last time, wondered why you hadn’t come with us for like three weeks in a row.”

“How does he even know my name?”

“He didn’t, he just asked about our red-haired friend but you’ve clearly made an impression.” Miranda winks. “Maybe he’d be willing to help you get over Paul.”

I shake my head. “No thanks, I’m pretty sure he’s slept with like half the regulars. And I’m not looking for hook-ups, not now. I need to get my so-called career back on track, but I want to do something… different.”

I think of Paul, of late nights in hotel rooms, laughing at the most ridiculous b-movies before having amazing sex and falling asleep with his arms around me. “I don’t want to do cosplay again, absolutely nothing with movies or comics or superheroes.”

Miranda looks thoughtful. “What about just fashion stuff? I started out with just my shoe reviews and now it’s more general style advice and outfits to match your heels, but you have an eye for it and you know a lot about cuts and materials and design.”

“I guess? I don’t really know a lot about classic fashion, though, like couture and such. And it’s a really tough business to get into, plus I’d kinda like to keep the expenses down for now.”

“You could always just jump on one of the big trends. I bet you’d make bank as one of those clean girl aesthetic influencers or something.”

“That’s actually a good idea. I mean, I can probably get pretty far with just the makeup and clothes I already have. And I could move my sewing machine and rearrange the room, set up my camera and the lights…”

Miranda laughs. “We can start right now as long as it means we don’t have to watch any more terrible movies tonight.”

I reach for the remote. “Not a chance.”

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

A Little Much

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

Fluff, Evie and Astarion have self worth issues, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: It’s Evie’s first ball after the fall of the Netherbrain and somehow, facing down Baldur’s Gate elites feels more terrifying.

A/N: I’m alive! I know this hasn’t been requested by anybody but sometimes you need to ride the inspiration. And reminder to please COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS I NEED VALIDATION TO LIVE!!!

Word Count: 1.7k

“What about this one?” the tailor said, his tone starting to strain. “It’s a lovely color for your complexion.”

Evie didn’t say anything, running the fabric through their fingers. It was just about the finest fabric they ever felt. A small pang of guilt twisted inside them for simply touching it, as if their calloused fingers would somehow damage the smooth threads. Carefully, they let it back down on the table next to the pile of other rejected fabrics.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Astarion said. “Cliche as it may be to say, blue truly does bring out your eyes.”

Evie shifted, the familiar anxiety they’d been experiencing for the last two hours rising in their gut.

“I’m not sure,” they said, trying to sound discerning. “Maybe something a little more…simple?”

The tailor’s lips turned into a hard line. Evie had the distinct impression that if they were not the literal hero of Baldur’s Gate, he would have kicked them out ages ago. He must really need the commission.

“Simple,” he repeated, sharply. “Very well, I’ll see what I can find.”

Without even bothering to pick up the bolt of fabric, he spun on his heel and disappeared into the backroom.

Evie let out a short breath of relief. This whole song and dance had been going on for far too long. First ball or not, there had to be a simpler way. After the next round of samples they’d say they need to think about it and leave. It may be in rough shape, but their performance dress could still do in a pinch. Maybe they could convince Astarion to spruce it up.

As if feeling their thoughts turn in his direction, Astarion moved closer leaning into their ear. “I think you’re going to drive that man to baldness.”

Evie gave what they hoped was a nonchalant shrug. “Not baldness. Grayness, perhaps. His head is fairly well preserved.”

“Either way, he’s cursing your name.” He took up one of the other swatches, a dark blue patterned with silver stars, and examined it with an artful eye. “I still think you would look lovely in this. Not the whole dress, mind you, but for the bodice at least.”

They smiled a little at that. An image of a gown came easily into their mind, although not as detailed as they were sure Astarion could picture it: something grand and striking, something a princess would wear waiting for a knight to rescue them. And with that thought, the fantasy ended.

“I think it’s a bit much for my taste,” Evie said. “Might suit you though. I know you prefer red, but you truly look well in just about any color.”

They glanced over at Astarion expecting to catch him mid preen. Instead, his gaze was solely on them, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“What?”

“Do you actually want to go to this ball?” he said, suddenly.

Evie straightened in surprise. “Of course, what are you talking about?”

“I am talking about that infuriating thing you do when you technically agree to something by not disagreeing before dragging your feet at every step.”

“I don’t–.” They stopped at the side eye Astarion was giving them. It was something they were working on.

“That’s not what’s happening,” Evie corrected.

“Enlighten me then.”

They shifted their stance, suddenly feeling very hot all over. When did it get so stuffy?

“It’s just…it’s all a bit much, isn’t it?”

“The ball?”

“No. I mean, yes, a bit, but this.” They waved their hand around the shop. “He’s charging twenty gold a yard for some of this. And that’s just the fabric, let alone the labor cost. And it’s not as if I’ll ever wear it again. I mean, how many balls can I expect to attend in one lifetime?”

“So, you’d rather wear something you already own?” Astarion questioned with clear judgment in his tone.

Evie’s lips pressed into a line, their defenses rising. “It’s not as scandalous as all that.”

“Only if you want to dress like the entertainment.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “so long as you don’t mind being the entertainment. Or at minimum have people handing you their used cups all evening.”

Evie bit back a groan of frustration. He really didn’t understand.

“I just think it’s all rather frivolous,” they vented.

“You think fashion is frivolous?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you implied.”

“I didn’t–.” They stopped, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t going how they wanted it to go. They just wanted to leave and not have to think about hundreds of eyes on them whispering speculations about who they were and where they came from. They almost wished they were the entertainment. It would be more honest and they’d walk out with well earned gold in their pocket.

“Look, I know dressing well is important to you,” they said, carefully. “I know that choice is important to you, but it’s just not to me. I don’t need to make a statement outside of my performances. As soon as I’m off that stage, I am perfectly content for people to stop looking at me.”

Astarion scoffed. “Then you’ve somehow missed the point of the evening. People are going to be looking ,whether you want them to or not. The only thing you have control over is what they see.”

Evie glanced away. He was right, of course. They had wanted to focus on the other aspects of the evening; seeing their friends again, free food, listening to music instead of playing it for once, just seeing how the other half lived. They should have known it would come with a price.

“Well then maybe it is best if I skip it.”

It was a testament to how much effort Astarion was putting into understanding that he didn’t just throw his hands up in frustration. He did, however, get in one exasperated sigh.

“What are you so afraid of them seeing?”

A mouse. A rat. A thief. Gur scum. Unclean. Unworthy. Wrong.

It must have shown on their face as Astarion touched their chin, turning them back to him.

“None of that,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.

Evie didn’t really know what to say. They just knew they couldn’t bring themselves to look directly at him.

Astarion, however, didn’t falter. “You’ve been my mirror in more ways than I’d like to admit. Do you wish to know what I see?”

“I’ve got a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

His face lit up with pride. “There’s my love. Let’s start with that deceptively smart tongue disguised by a very pleasant mouth.”

“Pleasant mouth?”

“Very,” he insisted. “Now let’s see…a nose that one might describe as too long for your face, but actually proportions your features quite well when taken all together. I think it’s the little bump that does it. Good hair with some potential. You are with me after all darling. It’s hard to compete with perfection.”

“I think you’re losing the point of this exercise.”

“I’m not finished. I haven’t even gotten to those two near supernaturally blue eyes of yours. They are always so much more endearing when they’re trying to be annoyed with me.”

Evie tried to glare, they really did, but their smile gave them away.

Astarion’s own grin only widened. “And don’t even get me started on your truly lovely skin and even more enticing neck.”

“Careful my love, you’re starting to drool,” they teased.

He answered by pulling them to him, playfully nipping their neck with a growl.

“Astarion!” They laughed.

“Don’t interrupt me,” he said before moving his lips to their ear. “You’re so much more than all of them.”

Evie’s brows furrowed as they felt the air shift. His tone was softer now and all the more serious for it.

“Even before you saved everyone in this miserable city, you were worth more than any of the fools who thought they were superior because they were the ones to put coin in your purse. If the world actually judged people by the things that mattered, near everyone would question their worthiness to even speak with you. I know I do.”

They felt their heart clench, turning their head to catch their love’s eye. “Astarion…”

He gave them a half smile. “Not to worry darling, it’s only in moments. It’s comforting to remind myself that you’re not infallible. You did make the very foolish decision of choosing me after all. Besides, I’m selfish by nature. I’m not about to do something noble like let you go to find someone better.”

He left his voice light, but Evie could feel the weight of his fears. It had faded for the last few months, but still lingered. Time was the only cure for it. And Evie intended to give him as much as it took.

“I’m holding you to that,” they said.

Astarion watched them a moment, surprise flashing across his features before settling into something much more self satisfied.

Evie felt the need to say something to keep him from getting down right smug, but the kiss he placed on their lips quickly evaporated those notions. He was just as relieved to hear their words and they were to hear his.

They held each other close, even as their lips drifted apart content to stay in their own little bubble for a few moments longer.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want,” Astarion murmured, “but don’t let what other people think stop you. They’re not worth the consideration.”

Evie took a breath, finally letting his words settle. They wouldn’t be alone. Astarion would be with them, and Wyll and Karlach and Gale and Shadowheart and Lae’zel; really the only people whose opinion mattered. How could anyone make them feel small with love like that?

“Alright,” Evie conceded. “I might need to borrow your eye though. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“Gladly, so long as I don’t catch you squirming thinking about how much it’s all going to cost,” Astarion countered.

“I will…try.”

He beamed and Evie could already feel their last few coppers clinking together. They pushed it aside though. Their purse might regret it but they would not. If there was ever a reason to celebrate, the knowledge of never being alone again seemed just about the best.

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐔𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 500+

genre/tropes: friendship, fluff

warnings: none <3

notes from bambi: cute little blurb before bed - thank you so much for 400+ followers! you guys are the sweetest.

“Matt, come on! We’re gonna miss it!” I pulled him through the door and shadows raced over his wide smile. “Hurry up!” If my panting punctuated my words, my laughter accented them–I felt breathless from exhilaration. 

The grime-covered walls blurred past as I sprang over scrap piles and spreads of junk with Matt in tow, holding as tightly to his hand as he held mine. Rounding a corner, I saw the stairs–perfect. We bounded up the steps. I ignored the barking pain in my thighs, knowing the reward far outweighed the setbacks. 

“It’s right up here, right?” Matt asked, pushing off a wallet the landing to give himself momentum. 

“Yes, hurry,” I begged, flashing my still-joyous smile at him. He shook his head and broke into a sprint as I followed close at his heels.

 The parking garage lost power years ago and now its’ lights lay dormant, dusty, and decrepit. Still, I tried the switch on the wall just in case.

Nothing. 

Not surprising, and anyway, fluorescents ruined the experience.

“We’re almost there,” I gasped out. Adrenaline rushed through my brain and I felt light-headed. Matt chuckled and tugged me along the concrete walls. We jumped over a crumbling parking stop, fighting the incline, turning the corner, there’s the ladder, hurry, hurry, hurry, up, up, go go go go go GO-

And there it was.

The roof.

BOOM!

Green and blue sparkled against the backdrop of the night sky, glittering with fire and smoke.

“They just started!”

“Fuck yeah.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“Fucking fireworks, Matt.”

“I know,” he said, leaning on my shoulder to catch his breath, blue eyes drawn helplessly to the sparkling abyss above.

“I can’t believe we made it up here,” I breathed.

“The fact that the cop didn’t catch us was wild.”

“Or the concierge!”

“I thought for sure, for sure, she was gonna get you.”

FEEEEEE-

“Dude, I know! And the fucking alarm?”

“Oh my god, the fucking alarm-”

BOOM!

Pink lit up the air, dancing wildly across my vision.

“Holy shit.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“This is easily the best place to watch them.”

“No, literally. I used to come up here all the time when I was younger, all of us would.”

“Yeah?” Matt turned to me.

“Yeah!” I said, “We would pack camp chairs and blankets and a cooler for water and sandwiches and stuff, and we’d get some bug spray and head up here to watch them fire off over the harbor.” I laughed, memories resurfacing. “My cousins took their speaker one year and we got here early, and by the time the fireworks started, all the other kids were dancing with us.”

FEEEEEE-

“Here comes another one.”

“I’m guessing yellow, wh-”

BOOM!

Orange burst across the water and rained down like meteors.

“Fuck.”

“It’s kinda yellow?”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“We forgot the water,” Matt said with a groan.

“Shit.”

“It’s downstairs, on the hotel lady’s desk.”

I scoffed. “You’re kidding.”

“No ma’am.”

“Jesus,” I giggled, holding my stomach.

“But, hey, at least we made it up here!”

FEEEEEE-

“Green!”

“Again?”

BOOM!

I laughed in Matt’s face as brilliant purple lit up his scowl. “You’re bad at this.”

“Shut up.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

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[sunfyresrider]

First Love/Late Spring - Chapter One

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Summary: You would do anything he asked if he said he loved you, but his heart belonged to someone else. Tags: Angst, unrequited love, miscommunication, arranged marriages, fluff, Lo'ak being Lo'ak, sibling jealously. I think that covers it but if I missed anything lmk! Translations: Lor - beautiful, Sa'nu - mama, Evi - child, Skxawng - idiot, Kehe - no, Sanhi - bioluminescent freckles Author's Note: First time writing for this boy/fandom, so critiques are welcomed. This was heavily inspired by Amy x Laurie's relationship in Little Women and Mitski's song (the title of the fic)

“What is wrong?” Lo’ak inquired, watching you pace inside of your marui. You forgot his presence inside your tent, too busy letting your thoughts consume you. “I am a failure,” you huffed out. You had never been as good as your sister at little things, you blamed it on your big fingers. 

She was better at you than everything, always the jewel in your mother's eye. Tsireya could bead, braid, heal, sing, dance and was exceptional at all of it. Her personality was so soft, kind, gentle and wise… Everything the future Tshaik needed to be. It was no wonder the boy you admired from afar preferred her., You probably would too.

You weren’t jealous, at least that’s what you told yourself, It was never her fault. There were perks to being second born: lack of expectations, no overbearing parents, and freedom to do almost anything you wanted. Your mother was still encouraging you to mate with Txayì, seeing as you were the last of your siblings to be promised to someone. 

He was an amazing friend, thoughtful, attentive and extremely dutiful. Txayì always did what was asked of him with no complaints, something you could not fathom doing. In truth, he was far too good for you, and he deserved someone who wasn’t pining after someone she could not obtain. 

You’ve loved Lo’ak since he first arrived at your village seven long years ago, running from the sky people who hunted his family. He wasn’t a mighty warrior like his brother nor was he outwardly charming like his father, but he had a strong heart. Lo’ak brought excitement to your life, adventures you would have never dared to go on before his arrival. 

His human nature, jokes and quirks, are what made him so endearing. You loved his lopsided smile that curved upwards when he found something amusing, the way he used his hands when he talked. It was no secret that your eyes followed him when he walked by, that his voice made your heart flutter or the way his dark hair fell into his eyes. 

If Lo’ak asked you to jump off of a cliff with him, you doubted that you’d have the sense of mind to reject him.  Thinking of him in this way made your heart ache, an invisible pressure on your chest that refused to abate. It was your feelings for him that made you miserable for most of your life. Your crush that you buried, unable to move forward with any other man as long as he lived. You would never want to confess it; he was in love with your sister.

Every moment they spent together slowly broke down your resolve, your infatuation growing into something you couldn't ignore anymore. It seemed Ewya took noticed and decided to ease your torture, cease the pain momentarily. Tsireya had found a mate, one that both of your parents adored. She seemed to have no quarrels about marrying him and leaving Lo’ak behind. 

Both of you were destined to never be able to be with the ones your heart desired. “I am no mighty warrior, amazing singer or dancer. I am mediocre at best… at literally everything.” You turned on your heel, outstretched your arms, “Tsireya can do it all, sing, dance, braid, heal and everything a Tsahik should be. Aonung is a great hunter and warrior, destined to be Olo'eyktan. I’m just the second born, forgotten child with no clear path.” 

You lowered your arms to your side and let out a sigh, trying to find some air that wasn't saturated with the weight of your troubles., You were hopeless. “You know, you are way funnier than both. You could be a comedian or jewelry maker- ow!” You slapped his hand, stern eyes boring into him. “I’m being serious, Lo’ak… what’s a comedian?”  

He rubbed his hand, acting like it was actually injured and not just a playful slap. “It’s a human thing. Listen, I think you’re grossly underestimating how cool you are.” You scrunch your brows at his comment, not sure if you were being complimented or insulted.

Lo'ak's expression turned serious, watching your features closely, “I’ve been second best to Neteyam all my life and after the incident with Payakan my future isn’t looking too bright either.” He pressed his lips together, a forlorn look in his eyes, the one you grew up seeing whenever his brother's name was mentioned.

You let out a deep sigh, “but you swore he isn’t evil right? When the clan realizes you’re telling the truth, you could be known as the first Ttulkun rider and become legend… I want to be great or nothing at all.” Lo’ak‘s brows furrowed together, “so you believe mating with Txayì will bring you to greatness?” 

 “Don’t make fun. I think it would make my parents proud of me at least.” You watched him cross his arms across his chest and pout, it was incredibly cute.  “Odd coming from someone who spits in the face of tradition.” You scoffed and gave him an incredulous look, “I do not spit in the face of tradition... Why do you care anyway?” 

Lo'ak paused for a second, seeming to mull over his thoughts before answering. "I have no issue with it as long you love him.” You sucked in a breath, a sharp pain shooting through your chest. Lo’ak cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression, and quickly added, "and it doesn't seem like you do, not from your reaction."

“And do you have someone else in mind, O' wise one?” You crossed your arms and peered down at him with a smirk. “I’m just saying, If you really think you'll never amount to anything then why not mate with me. Like you said… I’m gonna be the first Tulkan rider.”

Your cheeks were beginning to heat up and you looked away from his gaze. He was joking but you were unable to hide the small flicker of hope that bloomed inside your chest. Your heart started to beat faster, the idea of marrying Lo'ak was enticing, something that would have never occurred to you before now.

You noticed Lo'ak had been more touchy than normal, flirtier even, but you blamed it on the lack of attention he was receiving from your sister. He didn't have any other options and your heart was fragile at the moment, so you played it off as nothing more than a joke. He would always belong to your sister, and you would never be able to hold a candle to her. “I should have known not to come to you with serious matters.” You gave him a disapproving look before continuing.

You stalked forward, picking up the beaded top you made just days earlier. It was a mixture of beautiful blues and white shells, a necklace honestly too beautiful to be worn by you. “Help me fasten this before I have to go.” You were happy to change the subject and focus on anything else.

Lo'ak walked forward, his body moving slowly like he was testing the waters, his fingers grazing your back. His touch sent chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach. You tried to focus on the task at hand, you're a big girl and you're not a child anymore. “Why are you wearing something like this?” 

Lo’ak’s head hovered above yours, his voice deep, reverberating within you. It was impossible to not feel the heat of his breath as it cascaded down your neck, his hands still on your back, gently running along the edge of your tunic. You cleared your throat, pulling away from him and twirling around. “I made it yesterday, what do you think?” 

“it’s beautiful… you’re beautiful,” his voice trailed off, his gaze was soft and full of something you could not place. It wasn't lust or adoration, more longing than anything else. “Thank you, Lo’ak.” You whispered, almost unable to get the words out of your mouth. You shook your head, forcing yourself back into reality. “I have to go help my mother; I’ll see you soon yeah?” He gave you a soft smile and quick nod before opening the flap to let you leave.

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The return of the Tulkun signaled the return of clear skies and calm seas. Your spirit sister, Äiä, had grown even larger since her last visit. This year she was speaking to you about the next breeding cycle, deciding it was time for her to bear her first calf. You were excited for her, proud of how far she’s come from the lonely calf who stuck to her mother’s fin. 

 She was known for being the most dutiful yet filled with mischief she only showed to you. You spoke to Äiä about your own love life, seeking comfort in your sister. Of course, she preferred the boy who did not bond with the outcast. It was as if Ewya had planned it this way, not allowing you the luxury of happiness.

Even though you spent hours beneath the water with her, it still never felt as if it was long enough. Soon the morning sun faded into hues of purple and orange, signaling the night's approach. You wanted nothing more than to escape into the ocean and be with her.

However, your clan had other plans. You made your way to the mats, already prepared for the night, an empty place set for you next to Txayì. The arrival of the Tulkuns was celebrated every year, a moderately large feast and an abundance of music learned from Ewya herself. 

The food was always welcome and the atmosphere always lively, a nice break from the monotony of daily life. “How was your spirit sister?” Txayì asked, his smile soft yet excited as he sat down next to you. You gave him a small smile, “she is well and hoping for a calf by next year.” He let out a hm, placing a palm on his chin.

"That's amazing, I hope she has a successful mating season." He answered, “I’m assuming you are wanting to follow her suit?” His voice was casual but there was a twinge of nervousness behind it. That was good, you didn’t enjoy overconfidence in men. 

"Perhaps, if that is what Ewya wills.” You responded with a shrug. Txayì gave you a soft nod and a small smile. You’re returned to tearing the fish on your plate apart, staring at the Sulli family sitting across the fire. Lo’ak was staring right back, giving you a sly grin.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick wave, only causing him to smirk more. Neteyam grasped his neck, whispering something in his ear with a huge grin plastered on his face. Lo'ak scoffed and playfully pushed Neteyam, sending him into a fit of giggles. You shook your head, forcing yourself to look away from them.

"I think you should start the evening with a dance,” your mother nodded in the direction of the man next to you, it was not a suggestion and more of a command. You begrudgingly rose from your mat and stepped over Txayì, your hand grazed his own as you walked by him, an invitation for you to join him for a dance.

You spun around with a wide smile, outstretching your arms preparing to move. The sounds of the flute and drums sending vibrations through you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the beats of the music as it filled your ears. Your body started to move on its own accord, moving with the music.

Dancing was like swimming, the rhythm flowing through you as the water did, pushing and pulling you to where it desired. You let it carry you, jumping and twirling in its current. Your movements were fluid and elegant as you continued to move with the beat. Txayì’s eyes seemed to be transfixed, captivated by the sight.

 You smiled genuinely as you continued your dance, it felt like an outpouring of your soul. He was not as bad of a dancer as you thought, vastly more graceful than Ao’nung who was tripping over his feet in the corner.  You felt someone's gaze on your back, eyes watching all of your moves. 

Your feet spun you around, staring back at the person who was disrupting your dance. Your smile faltered when you realized it was Lo'ak, his face shrouded in an unknown emotion. You followed his eyes to the man behind you, staring back at him with the same intensity. 

"Who is that?" Txayì asked, his voice low and his tone laced with suspicion. "Lo’ak," you replied, shifting your gaze back to Lo'ak who was now getting up to leave the excitement. You sucked in a breath and met his gaze, placing a hand on his arm. "I’ll be right back."

You chased after Lo’ak, following him further outside the village. His movements began to slow as he reached the tree groves. "What are you doing?" You huffed, trying to keep up with him. "Lo'ak, wait for me," you tried again. “What is your problem?” You snapped at him, planting your feet in the sand.

 He finally glanced at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "Nothing,” He muttered, turning around to walk away. "Stop being a brat and talk to me," you grasped his arm, pulling him so he was forced to look at you. He took a deep breath, raising his head as if praying to Ewya for strength. "I don't like him," His lips formed into a small pout, reminding you of a child. “Who?”

"Txayì," he scoffed, “the golden boy,” he mocked. You furrowed your brows together, "what has he done to spurn you?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I don’t believe he’s right for you and you’re wasting both your time trying.” Your hand dropped back to your side, face losing its once worried expression, 

“I genuinely do not understand your sudden interest in who I mate with,” you said unamused. He gave you a deep frown and a sigh, his eyes drifting down to your chest. His fingers moved upwards to trace the beads concealing your chest, “this is the one you made earlier, yes?”

Your body tensed, the air between the two of you shifting into something more serious, “Yes but don’t change the subject.” He didn't answer your question, his fingers gently tugging at the necklace around your neck. “It looks really good on you.” You sucked in a breath, your eyes following his.

“You are deflecting,” you said, trying to hold your ground. “Do you really like him,” Lo'ak asked, his voice so soft, it was almost inaudible. His eyes stayed low as he gazed at you, a silent plea behind them. “I haven’t given it much thought,” you started, meeting his stare.

"Not as much as my mother likes him, that’s for sure,” you grinned. Lo'ak smirked back, the air between you once again becoming lighter. "She does have interesting taste in mates," he smiled to himself.  You giggled with him, his demeanor changing from somber to cheerful in an instant. "Was that all that bothered you?”

“Nah. you lied and told me you sucked at dancing like me, but you made everyone else look like real fish out of water.” You laughed at his childish remark. It wasn't often you laughed that hard, a pleasant sound leaving your lips. He smiled at you, his gaze softening as his eyes studied your features. “Ah, I see,” you said, tapping your fingers on your chin.

“You’re just jealous I’m better than you,” you teased. His lips parted in an offended gasp, “no way, not even close. You’ve never even danced with me before.” You giggled as his hand went to his chest. "Oh, great Lo'ak, you humble me." You bowed before him, exaggerating your movements.

"Stop with the theatrics and dance with me already." He moved forward, taking ahold of your hands. "Your jokes are always terrible." You let out another laugh as he began leading. "Better than your pickup lines at least," you joked. His hands went to grip your waist, lifting you up in the air and spinning once. You squealed, he laughed in return, “you’ve never even heard them before!” 

"I didn't need to hear them, I know you too well," you giggled. Lo’ak grasped your hands again, pulling you around in a circle. “This is a human dance! Much more advanced than what you were doing,” he declared. You rolled your eyes, trying not to focus on how warm his hands felt as they held you.

"Whatever you say," you continued to laugh, moving along with him. The two of you twirled around the area, his smile becoming a permanent feature on his face. You noted a few things about human dancing, it was sporadic and spontaneous, you touched each other continuously throughout it, and it was joyful and lighthearted. You had not noticed it before but the music that filled the village seemed to fade, the only sounds being those from your lips. The rest of the world was drowned out as you continued to dance, his body moving with yours, never separating.

You hadn't noticed your surroundings, not until you stumbled into the base of the tree. He moved to steady you, but his balance was far off as well, knocking into you as you stumbled backwards. You let out a sharp gasp, gripping onto his arm for support as you hit the ground. 

He hovered over you, his tail twisted under your leg and his knees incasing you. “I thought you said you were a good dancer,” you groaned. You gazed up at him, his features illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. "Huh?” 

Lo’ak looked ethereal in the lighting of twilight, his sanhì decorating his face. The air between you shifted, the heat radiating off his body shrouding you. His eyes followed yours down to his lips, your labored breaths synchronizing. It was as if you were in a trance, the world around you becoming nonexistent. You had long since stopped moving, entranced by his presence, his scent surrounding you. He began to lean in closer, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. 

“Little bro! Where did you run off to?!” Neteyam’s voice startled you both. You jerked your head away from him, pushing him off of you as you rose to your feet. Lo'ak sighed in frustration, a hand going to his face, rubbing it gently, “over here, bro!” 

Neteyam rushed up to the two of you, his gaze switching between the two of you, an amused grin on his face.  You stood up, fixing your braid that had fallen out of place. “Neteyam,” you nodded, “I’m going to go back before my mother sends a search party.”

Neteyam moved aside, giving you space to walk past him, his gaze still stuck on Lo'ak. "I see you are taking my brotherly advice," he giggled, glancing at his brother. Lo'ak looked up at Neteyam and groaned, falling back into the sand. “You are a cockblock."

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Ronal roughly pulled her fingers through your hair, untangling the knots that had formed overnight.  You stared out of the Marui, watching the rain drops disrupt the water, the sky was darkening, a major storm brewing.  "Ma evi, you have the unruliest hair out of the clan,” she huffed.

“Can you braid it this time, sa‘nu?” She gave you a quick nod and kept running her fingers through your hair. Your eyes traveled to the horizon, watching Lo’ak attempting tricks with his ilu. Your siblings and all three of his observing him, Ao’nung no doubt goading him on. 

He was so reckless sometimes, always pushing his luck. If something happened to Lo'ak you wouldn't know how you'd cope with the loss. You may just pray Ewya takes you with him instead. You glanced down at the necklace that hung around your neck, a sharp pain shooting through your chest.

The past few nights you’ve been haunted by the memory of the other night, the huge mistake you almost made while in a daze. 

Lo'ak was everything you wanted, yet so far out of your grasp, too far to reach. You were terrified, your future with Txayì was decided, yet your heart still pined for Lo'ak. However, as you watched him interact with your sister, the radiant smile adorning her face, his own just as bright as the sun, you knew the truth. The other night was just an attempt to heal his heart from her previous rejection. 

"You are too quiet," Your mother ceased her braiding and moved her body around yours.  "Apologies, I am just thinking.” You responded, meeting your mothers gaze. Her brows were furrowed together, and her lips were pursed in thought. "Thinking about…?" She prompted you to continue. "Txayì and our future.” You stated, lowering your eyes to the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

She hummed, continuing her work, "I know you better than you know yourself, evi. You are worried about the forest boy and your future with him." You shifted on your mat, meeting her stare. “w-what? No, I just-" You stammered, not able to find your words.

"Let me speak before you lie more to me.” She commanded, a knowing look in her eyes. You sucked in a breath, your body stilling in its spot. “Your father and I will not force you to be with someone you do not want,” she paused, carefully choosing her words.

"But Txayì will bring you much more happiness and stability in the future." She met your gaze, a stern look plastered on her face. “Lo’ak has bonded with the outcast. If you choose him, I fear your life will be filled with pain and turmoil you could avoid.” You sucked in a breath and tried to hold back tears, unable to respond.

Your mother reached forward, placing a warm palm on your cheek, her touch gentle yet strong, just like her. "You deserve to be happy with whom you wish, but you need to understand what you will lose as well as what you will gain and if that is truly worth it.” You gave her a soft nod, not wanting to voice your answer. Your mother released her hand, your face feeling cold in the absence of her touch.

She smiled and moved back to finish your hair. "Meet with Txayì tonight and make your choice later." She tugged at your hair, securing the last of your braids. You felt your stomach churn at the thought and the small bubble of hope that had bloomed inside your chest popping. 

You felt as though you were spilt in two, the currents in your heart ripping you in opposite directions. A part of you yearned for the easy route, the best choice for a promising future. It appeared bright and rosy like a flower that had just bloomed, a vision of Txayì always being there for you.

Your heart didn't agree, however, it pined for the outcast, the Omatikaya boy who held a permanent residence in your mind. It wanted nothing more than to be with him, to live in his chaos and venture into the unknown with him.  It didn’t frighten you, the unforeseen and the dangerous future that would eventually befall your life, but you would follow Lo'ak anywhere, regardless of what would await you, as long as he chose you. 

But he would not choose you. No matter how much you wished for him, he would always pick your sister. You would never be able to compete with her, you didn't possess the same charm or grace as Tsireya. You've seen his eyes wander in the past and you knew it wasn't only the necklace that had him captivated.

You would be no more than second best as always. You would continue to be the shadow to her light, and you could not begrudge him for preferring it. As you stood to leave your mothers gaze followed you, the slight frown she had on her face made your heart sink. "I will go and meet Txayì, sa’nu. I'm sure he has many good qualities I have yet to see." You gave her a weak smile before turning to exit the marui.

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You ventured outside the reef with Txayì, following suit as he spoke endlessly about his own life. It was hard to listen when your mind was some place far away, thinking of someone out of reach.  He was doing his utmost to impress you, wanting to be seen as someone worthy of your time.

And he was worth your time, that is but you were not worth his. It was as your mother had been saying, he was a mighty warrior and a superb hunter. Txayì was handsome, adorned with thick thighs and muscular arms, much different from Lo’ak. You liked to think Lo'ak's features were more refined, more delicate yet still masculine and appealing. 

Txayì proved himself to be loyal, trustworthy, a true leader with a good soul and a promising future.  He spoke about the many great achievements he had under his belt, the great stories he's heard from outside the reef and what he's seen. Txayì seemed to be interested in the few things you spoke of as well, listening intently and absorbing every syllable you uttered. 

The two of you spent most of the morning together, but not once did he make an advance towards you. He seemed to be genuine, but did not possess the charm that Lo'ak did, lacking the charisma and playfulness that made you smile and made your heart flutter. That no longer mattered, you tried to convince yourself.

You had to make a choice soon, to choose what would bring you the most stability, regardless of what you would be leaving behind. "So will I see you later?" Txayì asked, stopping his movements on the shore and turning his head to face you.

"Yes, I’m sure my mother would love for you to sit with us at the evening meal." You answered, giving him a weak smile, unable to commit to a real one. He gave you an enthusiastic nod, "good. I look forward to getting to know you all better.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as he said his goodbyes.

You gave him a quick nod and a tight smile before bidding him farewell. You watched as he left, his form getting smaller as he headed back onto shore. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness that was building in your gut. This is a good match, you told yourself.

After you had properly cleaned yourself, you escaped to a corner of the beach. The sum was at its highest, its orange glow reflecting off of the water. You dragged a satchel of bead, shells and various materials to make jewelry. Eventually, you needed to craft a courting present for your future mate. But for now, you intended to spend the rest of the day finishing the ones you had already started.

At some point your fingers began to ache from how long you had been braiding the strands of the jewelry together. You had never been meticulous about the bracelets you made but this was a gift. The shells you chose were shades of blue and cerulean, accompanied by nearly translucent beads you stole from Tsireya’s stash. It was coming together nicely, you thought to yourself. 

The soft sounds of sand rusting behind you tore you from your thoughts. Still, you chose to ignore the person quickly approaching. “Why so blue?” Lo’ak’s voice rang in your eyes as he sat down in front of you, legs crossed. A shit eating grin plastering his face. “You’re not funny skxawng,” you scoffed whilst stifling a laugh. 

His eyebrows lifted as he gazed into your lap. “Are those bracelets? For whom?” You tossed the eldest one at him, ignoring his expression. “I never got the chance to give that one to you,” you spoke in a hushed tone. You focused on finishing the most recent one, tying an Amber colored stone onto it. “This is for you too,” you spun around to face him, watching him intently as his fingers ran over the beads. 

Lo'ak looked up at you, eyes widening. You could feel yourself grow more anxious, fidgeting with your fingers and swallowing hard as you tried to keep yourself calm. You spoke fast, interrupting him before he could finish his train of thought. “They’re meant to represent you, the first is to represent the forest when you were an Omatikaya… This one is to represent you as a Metkayina.” 

You were unable to speak as he slowly clasped it around his wrist. He rubbed the surface of it gently, a soft smile painted his lips. “They’re beautiful, thank you… shouldn't you be making these for Txayì?” he teased, speaking in a soft voice.

You shrugged, averting your eyes, “Yes.” You felt a lump in your throat at the thought of him, the thought of your future. “What is he doing these days? I haven’t seen him around.” Lo'ak looked towards the horizon, eyes narrowing as if he could see all of the way to your village. “I would assume he was training with my father.”

Lo’ak stood up, pacing around you and softly disturbing the sand. His tail swayed, as if he was upset hearing about your future mate. You remained silent, only observing his behavior. He spoke again, his voice hushed, eyes focused on the ground. You could see the change in his demeanor, the stiffness in his shoulders, “Don’t mate with him.” 

“Not this again…” you glanced up at him, his face laced with seriousness. You pushed yourself off of the sand and gazed at him. “Why?” Lo’ak stalked forward, placing his hands on your shoulders as if to hold you in place. “You know why, lor.”

You looked up at him, swallowing hard as you felt his warm fingers grip your arms. You stared into his eyes, noticing his dark pupils slowly dilated. Your mouth turned down into a frown, tears threatening to escape your eyes. Lo’ak was giving you false hope, pretending he desired you. “That’s enough, Lo’ak.” 

You attempted to pull away, but he moved closer, trying to pull you back in. He began whispering sweet nothings towards you, his eyes as gentle as his voice. You took a step back and moved out of his grip, "Kehe! Lo’ak! You know better!” your voice trailed off, “I have been second to Tsireya my entire life. I will not be the mate you settle for just because you cannot have her!” 

His face fell, a pained expression appeared on his face as he moved to embrace you. You ignored what your heart yearned for and stalked off in the other direction. Your harsh words cut deep within Lo’ak’s flesh, leaving unseen marks on his heart. He loathed when you were upset with him, especially when he was the cause of it. Lo'ak assumed after the other night you were riding the same wave, obviously not. His tail wrapped around himself as he sat on the sand, the droplets of rain beginning to soak his hair. 

He understood the pain of being second to his sibling and never being someone’s first choice. But he had also wanted you for much longer than you realized. He’ll admit Tsireya was an amazing friend, and truly helped him learn how to be one of the people. But that was all she was to him, a friend. 

Not to mention Txayì would never be able to make you happy, he was too bland and far too perfect. You’d get bored of him after a few moon cycles and regret choosing him for the rest of his life. The thought alone was driving him insane and everyone around him knew it. 

How could he make you see him? To understand just how much he yearned for you too. That you took up the most space in his heart and head, leaving little room for any other thought. He sighed deeply, falling back onto the sand and staring up at the darkened sky. Lo’ak closed his eyes, fantasizing a future that was so close yet completely untouchable. 

To be continued….

[ponycurtiis]

I offer you ideas for a ballet Outsiders AU that I’m calling “Keeping you on your toes”

(also fair warning, this is based on some ballet stuff but I’m aware some stuff is unrealistic, I have done ballet and this is just for fun!)

Essentially the story is focused on Paul and Darry, but the gang will probably still be important! Everyone does ballet at a particular studio, but the socs and greasers have different ones. 

Darry and Paul are in the same academy and do the same productions, but Darry usually gets the lead roles due to his technical abilities and how the crowd just seems to love his skill under the spotlight.

Paul is more focused on perfecting his every move and conveying his feelings through his dance, and only gets gentler roles because of this.

One day Paul gets an offer from Bob, whose family runs the socs’ theater, that he could finally get the lead roles he always wanted if he sabotaged Darry’s performance and joined them.

Or in short: Fluff turns into overwhelming guilt for someone who always feels that they’re in second place.

Greaser Principal Dancers: Paul (becomes Dallas), Darry, Ponyboy, Scout, Ace, and Angela

Greaser Soloists: Johnny, Soda, Dallas (becomes Tim), Sandy, and Evie

Greaser Corps de Ballet: The rest of the greasers/hoods, including Bryon and Mark!

Soc Principal Dancers: Cherry, Bev, Marcia, Bob, Randy, Melvin (becomes Paul)

Soc Soloists: David, Gregg, Melvin, Cathy,  M&M

Soc Corps de Ballet: The rest of the socs!

Here are some character descriptions for the greasers since I don’t feel confident drawing fully fledged designs! (Darry’s and Paul’s will include extra information, but everyone else’s will just include looks/what they wear to practice! I’m still finalizing things!)

Darry: Darry is a principal dancer and is the teacher’s favorite. He is currently 19 years old, and has been doing ballet since he was 6. He has been en pointe when he was 12 years old, and loves the class dearly. He looks the same as he does in the book, with large muscles, being over 6’0, with brown hair in a cowlick and icy blue eyes. In this AU, he also has very tanned skin, freckles, looks a lot younger with softer smile lines, and several bruises and calluses from ballet. He has a wider pointe shoe that he pads with paper towels, and he breaks them in by slamming them in the door. Darry wears his usually attire, but the jeans are swapped out for shorts that are easy to move around in.

Paul: Paul is the other male principal dancer and is the teacher’s last choice when choosing between them. He is currently 19 like Darry, and has also been in ballet since he was 6, and en pointe at 12. Paul has a much lighter tan than Darry, but generally follows his book description. He is a tall, muscular blonde man standing at 6’0, with darker blue eyes. He has similar calluses and bruises to Darry, but he doesn’t take as good care of them as Darry does. His pointe shoes are also wide, but he breaks them in by stepping on them with his heel. He pads them with gel pads that his parents buy for him. Paul typically wears his letterman jacket over a grey sleeveless shirt, and sweatpants.

Ponyboy: Ponyboy is 13 and has been en pointe for 1 year. He has been doing ballet since he was 10, with his best friend, Johnny, who he follows everywhere. He has very tanned skin, dark green eyes, reddish brown hair leaning more towards red, and freckles all over his nose. Pony’s also around 5’8 and has room to grow. He usually wears black tank tops, a purple zip up hoodie, and black leggings.

Sodapop: Sodapop is 15, and has been en pointe for 3 years. Him and Steve joined together at 8 years old since Steve thought ballet was a “girl sport” and was embarrassed. Soda has the same extremely tanned skin with freckles like his brothers, but his hair is a dark blonde that lightens up in the summer. His eyes are a warm brown, and he is around 5’10. He usually wears a white shirt, red flannel, and leggings.

Johnny: Johnny is 15, and joined ballet when he was 12. He has been en pointe for 1 year. He has black hair, black eyes, and very tanned skin, much tanner than the Curtis’. He is very skinny and a little short, standing around 5’4-5’5. His arms are littered with scars, and he doesn’t properly care for his calluses or scratches at all. He usually wears a black t-shirt and athletic shorts he got from Dally.

Dallas/Dally: Dally is 16, and joined ballet when he was 13, the same time as Pony and Johnny. He’s been en pointe for 1 year as well, and could not care less about it. He has pale white skin, icy blue eyes, and very white, barely light blonde hair (including his eyelashes). He’s 6’4 and lanky, and he’s Johnny’s older brother. He wears a white tank top, black sweatpants, and a silver dogtag.

Two-bit: Two-bit is 17, and joined ballet when he was 7. He’s been en pointe for 3 years, and doesn’t give a whole lot of effort. He enjoys roles like the Rat King, and doesn’t take anything too seriously until it’s important. He has very light skin, dark red hair, freckles all over his body, and dark grey eyes. He wears a Mickey tank top and skinny pajama pants.

Steve: Steve is 16, and him and Soda joined when they were 8. He has also been en pointe for 3 years, and gets made fun of for it. He has tan skin, moles under his eye and mouth, and a gap tooth. He also has extremely curly black hair and light green eyes. He usually wears a random graphic t-shirt and basketball shorts.

Some Dancer inspirations:

Darry - Mikhail Baryshnikov in Le Corsaire

Paul - William Bracewell as The Nutcracker Prince

Bob - Mikhail Loubukhin in Romeo and Juliet (Dance of Knights)

Pony - Xavier Parish as Principe Desire im Sleeping Beauty

Johnny- Steve McRae as Prince Sigfried in Swan Lake.

If you guys have anything to share about your favs or any ideas for them in this AU, please share them! I’d love to see it!

I’ll be tagging anything related to this au as #The Outsiders KYOYT !

[solo6677]

My First Time Trying Elixir

It's about my first time taking elixir and three different experiences that I had.

The weekend had finally arrived. With my wife and daughter away, I found myself alone in the house, surrounded by a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had been a long-time consumer of corruption captions, losing myself in the salacious tales of Evie, Erica, Shadow, Mara, and many others. Their vivid descriptions of illicit encounters and tantalizing trysts had ignited my imagination, expanding my mind to new realms of pleasure and desire.

Among all the creators I had encountered, Evie held a special place in my heart. Her ingenious creation of the elixir, a potent concoction that could transform a man into a woman, had always fascinated me. The idea of experiencing life from a different perspective, of feeling the world through the softness of feminine curves and the delicate touch of womanhood, had left me intrigued and captivated.

As the sun began to set, casting warm hues across the room, I reached for the small vial that contained the elixir. My heart raced with excitement as I uncorked the bottle, the potent aroma filling the air around me. I hesitated for a moment, savoring the thrill of the unknown, before taking a deep breath and swallowing the liquid in one swift motion.

The taste was bitter, yet oddly satisfying, as if I were consuming a forbidden fruit that held the key to a world I had only dared to dream of. As the elixir worked its magic, I could feel my body beginning to change, the transformation both exhilarating and terrifying. I closed my eyes, embracing the unknown, and allowed the elixir to take control.

The transformation was more subtle than I had anticipated. My once short, brown hair lengthened and lightened, cascading down my back in golden waves. My Adam's apple vanished, replaced by a smooth, petite throat. My chest swelled, developing into two full, round breasts. My stomach firmed and toned, becoming sleek and feminine. I felt myself shrink in height from my previous 5'10 frame to a more petite 5'5

As I examined my reflection, I noticed that while my cock remained, it began to shrink under my touch. I climaxed, my release spreading across my bed before my cock finally vanished, replaced by a glistening pussy. I stood before the mirror, taking in the sight of my new body. The transformation was complete, and I was now a stunning blonde female.

Post-transformation, I slipped into my newly purchased yoga pants and t-shirt from a Goodwill trip, not bothering with undergarments. The mall was my next destination, where I added a club-worthy dress, high heeled stilettos shoes, thong panties, and an alluring bra to my wardrobe.

Arriving home, I meticulously dressed in my new attire, appreciating my reflection in the mirror. A daring experiment with my wife's makeup ensued, and upon gazing at the transformed individual before me, I was awestruck. Unrecognizable, I beheld a stunning figure. It was time to test drive this new body.

Upon arriving at the bustling local dance club, I was immediately struck by the energy of the crowd. The flashing lights, the pounding music, and the sea of bodies moving in time with the beat was absolutely intoxicating. I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me as I made my way to the center of the dance floor.

I began to move, my body swaying and gyrating to the rhythm of the music. I felt alive, powerful, and incredibly sexy as I caught the eye of every person in the room. Men and women alike watched me, transfixed, as I danced with an abandon that was both intoxicating and irresistible.

My body felt hot and flushed, my skin tingling with excitement as I danced. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the ache of desire growing stronger with every passing moment. I felt alive, electric, and incredibly horny.

As I danced, I noticed a handsome blonde man watching me from across the room. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze intense and unwavering. I felt a thrill run through me as I made my way over to him, my hips swaying suggestively as I moved through the crowd.

Samantha: (in a low sultry voice) “Hi there,I'm Samantha. What's your name?”

Tom: “I'm Tom, I couldn't help but notice you out there on the dance floor. You're incredible.”

Samantha: (full of confidence and desire) “Thank you, would you like to dance with me?”

Tom nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. We moved together, our bodies pressed close as we swayed and moved to the music. The heat between us was intense, the chemistry undeniable.

As we danced, I felt my desire growing stronger, my body aching for more. I leaned in close to Tom, my lips brushing against his ear.

Samantha:(whispering)“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

Tom: (his eyes dark with desire.) “Yes, he said. Let's go.”

We slipped out of the club, our bodies moving together as we made our way to a nearby hotel. The chemistry between us was electric, the desire overwhelming. I couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for us.

Entering the hotel room, the excitement between Tom and I was palpable. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him, savoring the taste of his lips as our bodies pressed together.

With a mischievous grin, I began to undress, revealing my naked body to him for the first time. Tom's eyes widened in appreciation, and he wasted no time in joining me.

He approached me with a passion that was undeniable, his lips finding mine once again before moving down to my neck. I shivered with anticipation as his kisses trailed down to my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples and driving me wild with desire.

It was clear that Tom was an experienced lover, and I found myself wanting him more and more with each passing moment. Eager to feel his skin against mine, I helped him remove his clothes until he was just as naked as I was.

Taking his hand, I led him over to the bed, ready to explore the passion that had been building between us all night.

Lying on the bed, my legs splayed, I felt pure ecstasy as he crawled between them, his tongue exploring the folds of my wetness. His thumb gently stroked my clit in rhythm with his licks, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I came hard, my first as a woman, leaving my juices glistening on his face.

He then kissed me, allowing me to taste my own sweetness on his lips. But before I could return the favor and take him in my mouth, he entered me, filling me with his hardness. With every thrust, he drove me closer to the edge and closer to losing my virginity. Even though at first it was painful I begged him to go harder. He obliged, pounding into me with a fierce intensity that sent me over the edge again.

I felt his warmth spill into me as he came, coating my insides with his release. We lay together for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our passion. But I had other obligations, and with a kiss and a thank you, I gathered my things and left, his pleas for me to stay echoing in my ears.

With a determined stride, I left the hotel, my mind set on my next conquest. The elixir's effects would only last for 4 more hours, and I knew that I had to act fast to fulfill my elixir fantasies.

A long-held curiosity about female same-sex relationships had always intrigued me. I always wondered what it would be like to be a woman experiencing intimacy with another woman. I had often imagined that, if I became a woman, I would want to be a lesbian.

Sitting on the hotel steps, I took a moment to gather my thoughts and summon the courage to make the call. Sarah, my closest friend and a lesbian, was the first person who came to mind. I knew she would be open to my proposition, as she had always been supportive and non-judgmental.

I dialed Sarah's number, and she answered on the first ring. With a quiver in my voice, I asked her if she would be open to a lesbian experience with me.

Samantha: (giggling) “Hey Sarah, it's me, Sam. I know it's a surprise, but I've got a proposition for you.”

Sarah: (skeptical) “Sam? Really? The only Sam I know is a man. I find that hard to believe.”

Samantha: (persistent) “Yes, really it is me Sarah! I drank an elixir like the one in Evie's captions that I send you. It actually works. Sarah I turned into a beautiful woman. Think about it, Sarah. Who else would know that your favorite ice cream is salted caramel? Or that you still have a stuffed animal named Mr. Snuggles hidden in your closet?”

Sarah: (curious) “Okay, okay, I believe you. What's this proposition you have for me?”

Samantha: (excited) “Well, I was wondering if you'd be open to exploring a new side of yourself with me. I want to have a lesbian experience with you, Sarah. I think it could be amazing between us.”

Sarah: (enthusiastic) “Come over, Sam. Let's see where this takes us.”

Samantha: (nervous) “Thank you, Sarah. I'm on my way now. I can't wait to see you.”

The anticipation built as I made my way to Sarah's apartment, wondering what the night would hold. My heart was pounding in my chest, fueled by the elixir and the excitement of exploring a new side of myself. As I knocked on Sarah's door she answered.

Sarah: (surprised) “Sam? Is that you? You look... incredible.”

Samantha: (blushing) “You think so? I was hoping you'd like it. Please for tonight call me Samantha.”

Sarah: (smiling)” Like it? I more than like it. Come here, Samantha.”

Sarah then pulled me in for a passionate kiss. After we broke the kiss I looked at her.

Samantha: (surprised but pleased) “Sarah, do you really like me this way?”

Sarah: “You look absolutely beautiful. I'm also very pleased that you want to be with me for your first lesbian experience!”

I was met again with another passionate kiss from her. The sensation of her tongue in my mouth was intoxicating, a new and exciting experience. We moved closer to her bedroom, both of us shedding our clothes as we went.

Laying me down on the bed, Sarah then proceeded to pleasure me with her mouth. The feeling of her tongue on my most sensitive spots was overwhelming, an experience completely different from what I had known with Tom. She seemed to know exactly where to touch me, bringing me to orgasm multiple times.

After we had both caught our breath, I returned the favor, going down on her. The experience of receiving oral sex from another woman was a revelation, a new and exciting sensation that I couldn't get enough of. After making her orgasm numerous times we both laid on the bed.

Samantha: (panting) “Oh Sarah, that felt amazing. I never imagined it could feel like that.”

Sarah: (smiling) “I'm glad you liked it, Samantha. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

Samantha: (curious) “Really? Have you thought about this before?”

Sarah: (nodding and blushing) “Yes, I have. I've always fantasized about you becoming a woman. Especially after reading all those captions you sent me. And now that you're Samantha, I can't help but feel even more drawn to you.”

Samantha: (happy) “I'm glad we can explore this together. It feels right, you know?”

Sarah: (nodding) “I know. And there's still so much more for us to discover.”

Samantha: (sighing) “I wish I could stay like this with you forever. But I can't. I just want to make the most of the time I have left.”

Sarah: (understanding) “I understand, Samantha. But you make an amazing woman absolutely gorgeous. And I'm honored that you thought of me for your first lesbian experience.”

Samantha: (smiling) “Thank you, Sarah. You're amazing.”

Sarah: (smiling back) “No, Sam. You're the amazing one.”

As we lay there, spent and satisfied, I knew I had to experience one more thing before my time was up. I said my goodbyes to Sarah, eager to explore even more of the pleasures that awaited me. As I left though I somehow had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time that I would spend the night like this with Sarah.

In the vast digital landscape of the internet, I found myself captivated by Erica's vivid and explicit caps. Her unabashed desire for the forbidden fruit, the black male anatomy, sparked my curiosity. I am a woman for a little while longer, after all, and I wanted to experience what she so passionately described.

I ventured to the downtown area, where I met Marcus, a man who exuded confidence and a clear appreciation for the female form.

Samantha: “Excuse me stud, how would you like to have a good time tonight?”

Marcus: “Hello beautiful, I would love to show you a good time tonight. My name is Marcus. What is yours?”

Samantha: “My name is Samantha. Marcus, I couldn't help but notice the way you carry yourself with such confidence and grace. It's incredibly attractive.”

Marcus: “Well, thank you. You're quite the sight yourself.”

Samantha: “Thank you . I've been looking for someone like you all night. Someone who knows how to treat a woman right.”

Marcus: “Is that so? Well, I'd be happy to show you a good time.”

Samantha: “I bet you would. I have to admit, I'm quite taken by your...impressive physique. And I couldn't help but notice something else that's quite large.”

Marcus: *laughs* “Oh, you mean this?” pointing his hand down to his crotch area.

Samantha: *smirks* “Mhm. I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on it.”

Marcus: “Well, who am I to deny a woman what she wants?”

Samantha: “Take me to your place and I will give you what you want.” I smiled pointing to my body.

Without hesitation, he led me to his nearby residence. Upon entering, I was greeted by the sight of his impressive physique and the largest cock I had ever seen. I eagerly dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, giving him my all. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I reveled in the pleasure I gave him from my first blow job. He came in what seemed like buckets in my mouth and I swallowed it all.

Marcus then positioned me on all fours, my knees and ass raised high in the air. He entered me with a force that stole my breath away. The sensation of being filled up by his huge black cock was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I climaxed three times, while he thrust into me relentlessly. When he finally reached his peak, I felt him release inside of me, and I was consumed by a wave of ecstasy.

I left Marcus's home with a newfound appreciation for the power of physical connection and the allure of the unknown. I understood now why Erica so passionately craved these experiences. The thrill of the forbidden had opened my eyes to a world of pleasure, and I could never go back.

Upon returning home, I cherished my final half hour of femininity. I sauntered towards the bed, shedding my clothes as I went. My fingers found their way to my awaiting pussy, and I reveled in the sensation of my own touch. I focused on the memories of the night and orgasmed three more times . This night was unforgettable, a precious moment in time I would never forsake. My rendezvous with Marcus proved to be nothing short of extraordinary, and I eagerly anticipated our next encounter. My experience with Elixir was a revelation, and I look forward to repeating again another time.

Thank you, dear corruption writers, for introducing me to this enchanting experience. Until next time, I will savor the memories of my elixir night.

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if you will Marry Me - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot

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“Harry?” you called out gently as you stepped into the room, it was dark and quiet, as usual when it wasn’t in use for balls or galas. you looked up at the chandeliers, smiling when you remembered the last time you were here-it was for the yearly ball for the anniversary of the vks freedom day, you remembered that first day; when you met him, your harry.

-

You stood quietly near the wall of the ballroom, sipping carefully at your sparkling cider as Vk’s and Ak’s alike mingled all around the room, celebrating Lady Mal and King Ben’s decision to decree the partial removal of the barrier, only those with good intent could pass through with ease; so any child or adult that wished to come and go to Auradon was free to do so.

It was one of the few ways to guarantee freedom to those who wanted it and deserved it, while keeping those who still only wanted destruction and evil behind the magical barrier. You smiled as you saw your little brother dancing about with a boy his age, their light-purple hair pulled back in a braid with a wide grin on their face.

Your eyes drew to a vk that seemed to be-out of place, or at least he felt like it, wearing a scarlet leather vest over a white button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he tapped his fingers on his glass, his eyes on Uma and Ben who were dancing with the crowd. He looked unsure of himself, glancing down at his hands then back up at Uma.

Harry Hook, Uma’s right-hand man. You chuckled, you had heard he was a very cocksure person and oozed confidence like it was second nature. And yet here he stood, in a corner and shy. You licked your lips, wondering if you should actually interact with someone when his strong accent blessed your ears.

“Seems I’m no’t tha’ only one alone eh?” you looked up at him, smiling softly as he looked at you, a shy grin on his pretty lips. You laughed, nodding a bit. “yeah, my brothers abandoned me a while ago, and I really don’t know anyone else, so” you shrugged, leaning back against the wall as Harry joined you, looking a bit relieved to no longer be the only one alone at the grand ball. “im (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand, grinning as he took it and shook it gently, squeezing your hand lightly as he gave you a dreamy grin.

“Harry, Harry Hook. Lovely ta meet ye (y/n),”

-

Your relationship had a slow start, it had taken you nearly a year to ask Harry out, to which he laughed and pulled out a crystalized rose and told you he was just about to ask you out. From then-everything just-set into place. It had been five years since then, Harry was now a model for Evie’s fashion business, and you were going into your family business; both making enough money to support the both of you with ease.

You were comfortable, and you were happy. And Harry was ready to take another step in your relationship. “Harry?” you called his name again, crossing your arms as you stepped further into the ballroom, spinning on your heel to look for him; he had asked you to meet him here a few hours ago, on the anniversary of you asking him out.

You agreed-and here you were now, wondering where he was. He did say 3 o’clock, didn’t he? “Harry?” you called again, gasping as the light above you suddenly came on, softly illuminating you and your surroundings. You laughed gently, turning every which way to try to find Harry, your smile turning soft as you heard him begin to whistle softly, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.

You recognized that tune, it was an old courting song from ages ago, one Harry’s mother knew well and taught to Harriet, who taught it to Harry-in case he ever found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Realization hit you then, butterflies flurrying about in your belly as your cheeks flared to life, your breath stopping as Harry began to sing, his voice quiet and soft, his accent clear as water.

“I’ll swim and sail the savage seas, with ne’r a fear of drowning” he stepped closer, taking your hands in his, his eyes sweet and soft, a near pleading to his voice as you held back a sob, tears in your eyes. “and gladly ride tha’ waves of life, if you will marry me.”

You swallowed, staring into his ever blue eyes you had fallen so deeply in love with, feeling his warm hands transfer his heat into your hands, you intertwined your fingers, bringing his hands up and pressing them to your lips, smiling behind your intertwined hands. “no scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me yer heart,”

You brought his hands down then, your voice joining his in the ballroom that contained no-one but you and your beloved pirate. “and love me for eternity~” Harry beamed, squeezing your hands and then letting them go as you raised them up in the dance Harry had so sweetly taught you a few years back, when you had first asked him about his mother and the things she had taught him in her short span of being in his life.

“my dearest one, my darling dear; your mighty words astound me.” Harry joined you in that dance, his arm pressed against yours as you began to circle each other under the soft light. “but I’ve no need for need for mighty deeds,” you switched arms and directions then, laughing as Harry beamed brightly, laughing with you as you sang. “when I feel your arms around me!”

Harry almost giggled, taking your hands and speeding up the dance, your feet dancing between each other before he dropped to one knee and guided you around him, his eyes wide and bright with pure happiness. “but I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry, and I would keep you from all harm! If you would stay beside me!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you brought Harry back up and tugged him closer, turning your back to his chest as your arms crossed over the other, still holding Harry’s hands as you danced “I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold!”

“I only want you near me~!” Harry sang, spinning you back around and engaging the two of you in a near waltz-like dance; his cheeks red and eyes full of nothing but love. The two of you sang together now, voices echoing in harmony within the ballroom. “to love, to kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming. Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your love beside me! I’ll swim and sail the savage with ner a fear of drowning, I’d gladly ride the waves of  life; if you will marry me~!” Harry picked you up and spun you around in the air, your voices holding for a moment before they turned to laughter, pure unfiltered laughter full of love.

Harry set you down, the two of you out of breath as he pulled a box out of his pocket, opening the black velvet and showing you his mother’s ring, the ruby gleaming with its black band shining to accent it. “so, will ye?” Harry asked breathlessly, giggling as you just kissed him and held him tightly, holding out your hand and unable to keep still as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“I love you, mo Leannan” Harry whispered, my sweetheart, his sweet nickname for you. You grinned against him, pulling him into another kiss as you whispered those words back. “and I love you, mon amour.”

-end-

……I saw a stoick n Valka edit of this song on tik tok-started making this-made an edit for Huma to the song, and then finished making this XD

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Waltzes into the room in an outfit similar to Diego’s

Good afternoon, evening or morning ladies, gentlemen and folks. It’s headcanon time. Presenting- Diego Alejandro Montoya Esteban del Lobo. Also, the only reason this is being posted earlier than the tons of other requests I have is due to the fact some of this was written a long time ago, and I haven’t posted for a while. I will get to your other requests as soon as possible!

Here he is:

Requested by:

Now I know this man, so let’s get to him!

- he had high heels and can definitely walk in them with no issue.

- usually wears boots or loafers. Occasionally high heels to look more fancy.

- his hair takes prayers, genetics and some washing every now and then to look as good as it looks now.

- Hat collection. He has a bunch of different hats for different outfits, and he loves all of his hats equally (that’s a lie he likes his black hat the most)

- bisexual

- when he first joined the flying squad, he definitely tried pulling pranks on Arthur Wright. Some were successful, some backfired.

- he’s a prankster in general. He likes pranking people. It’s always harmless pranks, but they can escalate sometimes to being really annoying.

- cold hands. His hands are kinda cold, so he wears gloves.

- he flirts a lot- he flirts with people for fun or keep them on their toes, or just to fluster them. He finds it funny when they get flustered.

- sometimes, his flirting backfires cause the person flirts back, and somehow flusters him more than he flusters them and it’s so so funny watching him turn red with embarrassment.

- coarse hands. His hands are kind of rough…Not the smoothest definitely.

- he likes hugs a lot- or basically physically affection. If he has any lovers, he’s kissing them on the forehead or cheeks on a daily basis.

- they bailed him out of jail temporarily so he could visit Charles Dupont’s grave- (and also to diss off Lawson’s grave)

- He can DANCE! and he dances really well.

- he wanted to be a painter when he was younger. And technically, he is. He is.

- Evie let him meet her brother, Nicholas, once. Diego definitely tried flirting with him, and it definitely worked well on Diego’s side.

- He hides everywhere. If you see a laundry basket somewhere, and it’s quite big, there is a chance Diego is hiding in it waiting to jumpscare you or someone else.

- cursive handwriting, that is a bit hard to read.

- he can copy other people’s handwriting and writing style, and impersonate as them.

- when Arthur fought Malcolm, he stood aside cheering at Arthur and yelled: “HIT HIM IN THE BALLS!” While eating popcorn. It was very funny.

- He likes popcorn.

- Super good spice tolerance. He eats everything spicy- and loves it.

- parent issues. Grew up in an emotionally unsafe household, and struggles to express how he actually feels about certain things.

- he did a backflip once, and swore to himself never to do it again because he almost failed-

- flexible. Flexible as hell.

- wardrobe is mainly made of suits, and he has a lot of suits.

Okay that’s it. If I think of more a part 2 will be posted!

[thebluestbluewords]

Wouldn’t Ever Make You Leave

(Mal/Ben but in a bisexual and poly way)

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Mal dances up to Ben, on the neon-lit steps of the castle.  “Hey, princeling,” she says with a little smirk and a swish of her soft purple skirts. “Wanna take a spin?” 

Ben grabs on to her outstretched hand. “You know it.” he says, and lets her pull him out onto the dance floor. 

Mal, shockingly, isn’t a bad dancer. She’s not letting Ben lead very well, but it’s kind of fun to let go, and just let himself be pulled along with the music and the movement of her body, rather than trying to hold himself back with the formal steps that have been drilled into him through years of royalty-appropriate dance lessons designed to teach him just the right way to lead a lady with whom he is interested in dancing. 

It’s fun, is what Ben’s thinking. Mal must be able to feel him relax into it, because she swings him a little harder, pushing Ben into moving away and back from her again, a little swing-steppy sort of move that doesn’t really fit with the upbeat song currently pumping through the outdoor speakers that the castle keeps around for just this kinds of student event. 

She pulls him in, so that they’re shoulder to shoulder again, and bounces a bit on her heels to bring her face up to Ben’s cheek. “So, hey!” Mal whisper-shouts in Ben’s ear. “You looked pretty good up there today! Very regal, and all that.” 

Ben draws her over to the edge of the crowd before answering. It’s quieter, on the far side of the dance floor. Further away from the speakers. 

“Thanks?” he says. Is this what flirting looks like? “You looked good, too.” Oh, wait. “Very good .” he adds, with a little nudge to her shoulder. 

Mal crows out a burst of laughter, and slaps Ben on the arm. “Oh my gods, Ben! You’re awful, you know that?” 

This is more like it. Ben knows what to do with this. It’s kind of hard to reign in his grin. “Usually people tell me I’m good.” he says, pushing close. 

Mal lets him get all up in her personal space, grinning like a jack-o-lantern all the while.  “You know what I meant. You were pretty cool today, princeling.” 

“Shouldn’t you be calling me kingling now?” Ben asks, reaching up to touch the crown he’s swapped into for the party. Tradition dictates that he’s not allowed to wear the ceremonial crown for casual events, but his sense of self-importance, which he knows is something he should be working on, means he’s wearing the casual, plated one that was offered after the main coronation ceremony ended. “King of the states, and all.” 

“Mm,” Mal hums. “I don’t know if a double vote at council meetings and increasing responsibilities until age twenty-five or marriage is really enough for me to consider you a king quite yet.” She swings Ben around into a little spin, both of them ducking under each other’s arms, equal partners on the edge of the neon dance floor.  “Get back to me in a bit,” she shouts over the rush of noise as a new, apparently very popular song comes on. “I’ll have to consider it.” 

Ben spins her swing-dance style, so that she ends up with her arms crossed, tucked against his chest as he leans them both over. “That’s more than fair,” he says, burying it in the curve of her jaw, by her ear.  “I don’t know if I should consider myself a king yet either, then. There’s no official re-coronation date chosen yet, so maybe I’ll have to wait for my second crowning.” 

Mal pulls back at that, far enough so that she can look Ben in the face. “Is there going to be one?” She sounds horrified. “That’s terrible.” 

Ben laughs. “You know us royals. Always gotta be the center of attention, right?” 

“Mm-hm'' Mal hums. She seems distracted, and it takes Ben a moment to notice her staring behind him, back out on the main floor. She looks back as soon as she realizes that he’s realized, but not before he catches a glance of blue. She’s watching Evie, of course, as she goes sweeping by all glittering and beautiful on the arm of a boy whom Ben knows Mal hates. 

Ben doesn’t have anything against Doug, personally, but it makes sense that Mal would resent any boy, even a band-geeky one, making eyes at her girlfriend. 

He dares to move a hand to the small of Mal’s back, pulling her in. She doesn’t startle, of course, but she looks back to him. 

“Um,” Mal laughs. “Oops. Us villains too, we just live for the drama of it all.” 

“I’m sure. Would you ever want to be crowned, if you could go back to the moors someday?” 

The corner of Mal’s mouth twitches, like she’s trying not to smile (Or maybe not to bare her teeth at him. It’s hard to say sometimes, with Mal.) “It wouldn’t quite be going back, for me. I’ve never been in the first place.” 

Ben ducks his head. He’s a little bit lightheaded from the drinks served earlier, and a little bit flustered from being around this amazing girl. “Right,” he says. “Of course.” 

“Anyway, no. I wouldn’t want to be crowned the queen of a people I’ve never even met.” Mal goes on. “I know my mother wanted me to reclaim our homeland, and all that, but I’m not really much for….” 

“Subjugating unwilling people under your iron fist?” Ben offers. The chunks of iron sewn into the outside of Mal’s gloves are something he’s been too afraid to ask about directly. Maybe after tonight, he’ll find the right words. 

“Not quite iron.” Mal says lightly, making a fist to demonstrate. She’s right. She’s wearing a delicate golden bracelet today, draping down over the back of her hand. No iron in sight. “My golden fist?” 

He has to have seen her bare hands before this. It’s basically impossible for him to have not seen. She can’t possibly wear gloves all of the time. “Doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it.” Ben manages to say. 

He wants to hold her hand. 

Mal pulls her fist back before he can make a move. “Not quite, no.” 

(Find the rest on my ao3!!)

[taanoir]

Life in San Sequoia was different but in many ways the same. Rita started a garden and started making her own nectars. She thought she could sell them at the craft market by the wharf as a way to contribute something financially.

Jimmy was still head over heels for Rita. She was the first person he looked for when he got home. They spent most of their evenings out of the house. They would go to the clubs to dance or see a new band play. Some nights they would spend visiting with friends, really anything to be out of the house.

Julian's age was starting to show. He had always been active and in top physical shape for his job. However, once the silver took over his hair and wrinkles crept in around his eyes the office thought it was time for him to retire. They offered him a generous retirement package with severance and a monthly draw. Julian had worked for so much of his life, he struggled to find hobbies outside of his work. He still loved playing music but the arthritis in his hands limited how long he could play.

Gene had always tended towards longer hair but after they moved to San Sequoia he let it go. Gene was attending the local High School. His mom suggested he pick up an after school job but there really weren't any open positions. He spent his evenings tinkering with his computer or reading tech magazines.

Things also weren't any better between Evie and Jimmy. Jimmy and his mom fought regularly, usually about Rita. Evie found her to be lazy. She slept too much, she didn't offer to help around the house and didn't have a job. Jimmy defended Rita, who still wasn't comfortable around Evie. She had started a nectar business and maintained a beautiful garden that supported both her business and the house. For Evie that wasn't enough, she needed to pull her weight, not add to everyone else's load.

Gene stayed behind to try talking to Jimmy about his girlfriend. She was nice but their mom wasn't wrong on this one. Rita left her dishes for their mom to clean up, she left her laundry in the bathroom and really just didn't do the bare minimum to pick up behind herself. When Jimmy wasn't home she'd work on her garden or nectar making sometimes but really she just stayed in their room until it was time for Jimmy to get home.

Jimmy really wasn't receptive, and dismissed everything Gene said. He loved her and couldn't understand why everyone was attacking her.

[terryvortex]

The Market

PART 2 OF A Christmas Holiday Trip.

SUMMARY : So far, the excitable Doctor's abrupt Christmas trip gift is going well. So far...

WARNINGS : None.

GIF NOT BY ME. CREDITS TO CREATOR.

Like a moth to a flame.

Of course, the Doctor on Christmas Day was the flame, and danger was the moth. It loved him and his companion wherever they went. But things were going okay so far (granted, they were still in the TARDIS).

The Doctor, somehow, had dragged a Christmas tree that towered above both of them in, though the doorway itself to the TARDIS wasn't "bigger on the inside". It was also fully decorated, complete with tinsel and a lit-up elaborate metal star, and the Doctor was wearing a Santa hat snug over his fez.

The danger hadn't yet begun. Maybe it wouldn't begin at all.

He presented Evie with an ugly jumper that was about three sizes too big, looking so proud of himself she was physically incapable of doing anything but putting it on. She spun slowly and he clapped, grinning.

"Looks great!"

Evie frowned. "It's ugly, Doctor."

"I wasn't talking about the jumper." A small paused before he added, "You could make anything look good." The Doctor hopped in the air, clicking the heels of his shoes together like a tap dancer.

"So could you," she shot back, "I mean, look at your bowtie." He straightened the festive accoutrement with an offended look. There was a sprig of mistletoe right at the knot.

"Bowties are cool."

"If you say so."

"I do!"

He grinned, obviously feeling as though he had won this argument. The bowtie, which displayed tiny Daleks in Santa hats and Cybermen as elves, was certainly very him. The Doctor began dancing around his console, doing a little holiday jig which made Evie think she might prefer running for their lives from evil aliens.

(Okay, she didn't actually think this. But it was far better than letting herself stare and think worse, sadder thoughts. So she actively made herself think about how she might prefer running from weeping angels instead of watching the Doctor dance.)

(Not that he's a bad dancer. He isn't particularly talented, but he isn't bad, per se. And his enthusiasm more than makes up for it.)

(Right?)

(Whether or not he's a bad dancer is a moot point. It's endearing either way. But, of course, that is a dangerous path of thinking to go down for a companion of the Doctor's. To feel affection for him in a manner anything more than friendly.)

"Where are we going?" she asked, leaning against the railing.

"It's a surprise! It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't!" the Doctor said. His shoes squeaked on the floor as he slipped and slid around the controls, miraculously not tripping or falling.

(She had seen him faceplant directly on the floor once. It made her wince, and then chuckle, and then she felt incredibly guilty for laughing. Until the telepathic connection between her and the TARDIS lit up with a feeling of something like humor, and she realised the TARDIS was also, in fact, laughing at the Doctor.)

The Time Lord pulled down one final lever and their surroundings shook with that familiar, almost comforting whoosh-whir. He turned to look at her, a wild grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

There was a certain madness to traveling with the Doctor. It was a beautiful and clever and dangerous and wonderful life, but a mad life all the same. You never quite knew what you were going to get.

Evie grinned back at him.

That undercurrent of I-don't-know-what's-going-to-happen-next was one of the best feelings in the universe. It was pure thrill, pure adrenaline. Her heart was thumping against her chest as they landed.

The Doctor held out his hand to her and she took it, their palms settling together and fingers intertwining. He pulled her towards the slender set of doors, the only thing between them and something new.

He opened the doors, pulled her outside, and turned to face her with a massive, proud smile on his face.

It was beautiful. There was uninhibited sky stretching for miles above them, in streaks of blue and green and purple. It was as though an aurora borealis had wrapped it in a tight hug. White stars shimmered dimly in the distance. A towering streetlight, made of black metal and topped with a large glowing globe, marked every ten feet.

Aliens of all kinds swarmed through what was clearly a market. One that was tall, scaly, and had three tails bumped into them; another that was half Evie's size with red, pointy skin passed by in a hurry. Lining this maze of streets cobbled with warmly colored stone were dozens―hundreds, she thought, there's hundreds―of stalls and shops, selling clothes and food and jewelry and trinkets and books.

One was made of wood, propped up by little more than tied-together sticks and a drape of burlap-like material ("More sturdy," the Doctor said, "but essentially the same.") One was clearly formed from a crashed spaceship, the wing turned into a table filled with bibelots. If you needed or wanted something there was at least one vendor who sold it, but likely dozens more.

Far, far, far in the distance was the silhouette of a building. It was set in a series of rises. A palace of sorts, the very tip of a spire touching a setting sun and reflecting brightly all the way to the market.

"Welcome to Ogani," the Doctor said softly. "The Market, which is where we're at right now, sits right off the capital city. It's constantly changing, evolving, developing. Its expansion is essentially never-ending. Thousands of different aliens are here daily."

"It's beautiful," said Evie. And it truly was; the bruised sky, the gleaming street lights, the predictable bustle of merchants and vendors and customers. This wasn't Earth but it felt like she was home. "I take it all back. You really did pick well."

"This is the perfect place for a trip," he said, soft smile transforming smugly. "One of the most peaceful planets I've ever been on, especially in this time. Their last war was centuries ago. Oganians don't tolerate conflict, you see. Not a lot of them but they run the planet and this is a major intergalactic hub, so everyone listens to them here. So really, there's nothing I could think of that could possibly go wrong―"

The Oganian ground shook, sending both of them and half the other people to the ground. There was a sudden, sharp tang, a scent of burning. The cobblestones were vibrating violently, several pieces coming loose. It was painfully warm all of a sudden, a sharp difference from the cool breeze of moments before.

There were several minutes before the burning and shaking and warmth completely ceased, a sour pungency still lingering in the air afterwards. Ozone, she thought, almost absentmindedly. It was a smell she had come to recognize in their travels.

Evie was sprawled on top of the Doctor. They remained so for several minutes more, dazed and both with a distinct ringing in the ears. He was staring at the street ahead with wide eyes, muttering a litany of alien curses under his breath. He glanced at his companion to say, "Evie, get up."

She scrambled off of him and both came to their feet, brushing down their clothes, checking that they weren't injured. "Right, right, sorry, I didn't mean to―"

"Evie―"

"The earthquake―"

"Shut up," he hissed. "Now."

"Sorry―"

"I didn't mean―"

"Doctor." That single word cut into their hushed conversation like a hot knife through butter. The Doctor paled.

He's afraid.

An alien with dark skin, no hair, and no nose was speaking to them. Their voice was deep and resonant, ringing with so much force that the entire Market stilled. They and their company were dressed in sheaths of colorful fabric and gold scales, the long and thin barrel of a gun resting at each's side. Oganians, Evie guessed. They were all hairless and had only slightly flared slits for noses; all tall and oddly thin, and all bearing the same emblem of a sun split in half.

The Doctor cleared his throat.

"Right," he said. "Evie, may I introduce you to the Royal Guard of Ogani, and this is their captain―"

"Ashmir Nalcic Inbaldi," the captain cut in. Evie coughed to disguise the giggle that slipped out, turning her head to the side. They fortunately ignored her; their attention was on the Time Lord next to her, whose shoulders were stiff and tense. "Doctor. The Empress of Ogani has requested you attend audience with her at once."

"And if we refuse?" Evie inquired. The Doctor winced.

"You shall be immediately arrested and scheduled for execution," Inbaldi said flatly. Rather blunt to say, Eve thought. The captain seemed to have little patience for anyone, hand resting on the holster of their gun, their bright blue eyes darting around the Market. Assessing their surroundings, scanning for threats. It was hard to miss that look, the look of a soldier. (It was a look the Doctor had all too often.) "Doctor?"

"Yes, yes," he muttered. "Give me and Eve a moment, Ashmir."

Their eyes narrowed. "One minute. You have one minute only, and then we take you by force." The Doctor waved a hand dismissively and turned to Evie.

"Right," he said. "There may be a handful of things about Ogani I forgot to mention."

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

It's Valentine's day, what's your OC couples date night?

Okay, I have a lot of OC couples so I'm gonna keep this a short list to my current obsessions. If you're curios about another couple, always feel free to drop an ask.

Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth "Doc" O'Neil:

They're going dancing. Yes, Hawkeye is taking her to dinner to someplace with an actual wine list, but the main event is someplace with a live band. Are they the smoothest couple on the dance floor? No. Liz has pointed out more than once that he really is too tall for them to be a graceful couple, but Hawkeye just tells her if she's that worried about it to stand on his shoes to make up the difference. They're out until last call with Hawkeye offering to carry her is she complains about her high heels. He knows he won't be able to do it forever, so he'll take what he can get.

Lucy Henderson x Eddie Munson:

I actually went into some detail here about their first Valentine's day as a couple. Long story short, Eddie calls Nancy for some direction on what to do for Valentine's Day since Lucy actually puts some stock into the holiday. He ended up decorating their whole apartment and got some good take out to welcome her home with after she finished a shift. He also put a mixtape together which prompted Lucy to pull him straight into the bedroom. They end up having dinner super late.

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav):

Neither of them are bit into Valentine's Day. Astarion sees it as vomit inducing sentiment while also bringing back some not to pleasant memories of easy prey. Evie meanwhile thinks of it as amatuer night where young couples who don't normally go out fill the taverns and don't know how to toss an extra coin to the entertainment or the bartender.

Still I imagine Evie would want to do something nice, suggesting they get away from the crowds and onto the roofs of whatever city they've found themselves in. They're both very dexterous and are able to find a quiet place with a beautiful only a handful of others have seen. It's then Evie pulls out their instrument and starts playing. They don't say it's specifically for Valentine's day and Astarion doesn't ask. Just like how Astarion doesn't proclaim his reasons for placing a necklace around their neck. It's suites Evie much better than that rude merchant's wife anyway.

[evieetheelf]

Self Para

Evie’s eyes slowly opened; she stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. A dull pain in between her eyes was the first sign that she’d had a good night. Before she moved, she thought about the beams of sun streaming through the window, imagined it rolling through her body, removing the toxins from the night before. A warm flush ghosted her skin, her feet no longer hurt from the heels, her knees didn’t ache from the dancing and her headache disappeared from the alcohol-induced hang-over and lack of sleep. She sat up, the crisp white sheet that covered her, falling down and exposing her naked body. She could smell the stale scent of alcohol and sex in the air. She glanced to her right and saw a rather handsome man, his mid-thirties, dark-haired and human. Then to her left a woman, not nearly as beautiful as herself, but for a human, she was incredibly pretty. Blonde and younger than the male. She silently climbed from the bed, careful not to disturb them. Not because she cared for them, in fact, the exact opposite. She didn't want to deal with the awkward morning-after routine and besides encounters with humans, usually left them being infatuated with her, oftentimes the men but occasionally the woman too. Her topaz eyes scanned the room before they landed on her dress from the night before. Memories of the couple began drifting back to her mind as she got herself dressed again. Newly-weds, just back from their honeymoon. She had shown them both the night of their lives, whilst potentially ruining their marriage. She shrugged at the thought, having never really understood the purpose of committing yourself to one person for the rest of your life. Although she imagined at some point over the next hundred years, she would likely have to find herself another Elf to continue on her lineage. Evie dressed and collected her scattered things, her stilettos in hand as she exited the stylish loft apartment.

As she exited the apartment building, still barefoot, she heard the distance soft click of a camera. Paparazzi. Her mother would not be pleased. She slipped on her heels and made her way towards the street, a taxi stopping almost as soon as she put her hand out to hale one. She climbed in and instructed the driver to take her to the studios. Her phone buzzed, almost silent, and she unlocked her phone to see a few missed calls from her assistant who was no doubt having to explain to the director why she wasn’t in hair and make-up yet. No matter how many years she had been in the business, they always put her on the call-list for several hours earlier than was actually necessary. Afterall, she wasn’t human and didn’t really need to be in hair and make-up. She turned her front-facing camera on to inspect her image. Okay, maybe her hair could do with a brush. She thought as she attempted to tussle her waves into something that didn’t scream ‘wild one-night stand’. Evie knew that she wouldn’t have gotten away with the lateness if it wasn’t for who she was. Or what she was. Maybe one day she would change, but right now it came at the expense of her fun and that simply wouldn’t do. Although, Evie thought back to her younger years specifically her 130’s, now they were wild. It was certainly a good thing that she had been living across the world at that time, otherwise, she almost certainly would have broken the golden rule and exposed her kind. Looking almost exactly the same age nearly 70 years ago as she does now would not go down well with the humans.

Her phone lit up again but this time she answered, “I’m on my way,” she said in a way of greeting. A sigh of relief sounded down the phone, “I thought you were dead,” her assistant replied. Evie’s lips lifted up in a smirk, if only her very human assistant knew the truth, they wouldn’t be nearly as worried. “I’ll have your coffee and breakfast waiting, what’s your ETA?” Evie looked out the window at the familiar surroundings, “Around 5 minutes. I’ll need a hairbrush too and possibly a shower.” She could still smell the humans on her skin and while they had been fun, she wanted rid of them now. She could practically hear her assistant roll their eyes. “You know the director is demanding for you on set, right? At least you can eat in-between takes.” The assistant was young and not just by Evie’s standards. Barely turned 20 and had somehow managed to land an assistant role on a huge film. If she didn’t know better, she’d have said they slept their way there. But the assistant was too sweet and Naïve for that to be the case. In any case, all of that meant that her beloved assistant had yet to realize that the director was all bark and no bite. He knew that firing a big name like Evie wouldn’t end well for him. Fans would lose interest in the film and the studio bigwigs would pull their funding. She'd also slept with him, a mistake on her part because now he wouldn't leave her alone, despite having ensured her professionalism would remain. “The director won’t miss me for 30 more minutes, I’m about to pull up round the back and I bet by the time I arrive on set, we’ll still be waiting around for another 30 minutes while he decides which scene he wants to re-shoot from yesterday.” The assistant grumbled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Evie. But they both knew the truth. “I can see your car now…” The car stopped and the car door was pulled open, “… here’s your coffee, croissant, and hair brush as requested.” Evie stepped from the car and swapped her handbag for the coffee and croissant. She took a bite, her mouth filling with chocolatey hazelnut filling, “Thank you, let’s get on with it then, shall we?” with that, Evie took off into the studio, leaving her assistant to trail along behind her.

[inamindfarfaraway]

My Descendants OCs’ Royal Cotillion outfits:

Mina begrudgingly agrees to wear something at least semi-formal for the Cotillion. She ends up getting a comfortable, stylish outfit tailor-made by Evie that she genuinely loves: a black suit with red and blue accents, black leather fingerless gloves, silver chunky boots with black soles and a silver chain necklace with a paw print pendant. She doesn’t wear any makeup. To her surprise, she enjoys looking smart and beautiful, being complimented and dancing with her friends. She’s glad that the event doesn’t last any longer, but gains some respect for Auradonian customs and learns that she can express herself in a variety of ways.

Terry’s look is darker and higher contrast than his normal style, consisting of a dark green suit with gold trim, buttons and a lily pad outlined in gold thread embroidered on the upper left front of jacket, a gold waistcoat, a deep teal shirt, a blue bowtie, black patent leather shoes with gold buckles and socks and fingernails painted sparkly dark green. He paints his nails sometimes. He likes it. This outfit contrasts his bright, cheerful coronation outfit, which had a light green, sunny yellow and sky blue colour palette with yellow nail polish, and reflects his more serious mood at the time - in advance, at least.

Chelsea wears an Evie’s 4 Hearts outfit: an elegant body-hugging dress that fades from deep, dusky purple at the top to pale pink at the bottom like the sky at sunset, dainty white heels and a wavy gold necklace with little firefly shapes along it that have yellowish green peridot gemstones as their bioluminescent abdomens. Her hair is in a crowd braid and she has light pink lipstick and eyeshadow.